Narrating My Threesome Encounter
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Before I jump in I have to give you a little background. As indicated in the sub-title this is a true story that happened to me way back in the seventies. At the time I was living on the eighth floor of an apartment building and I was miserable. Basically you couldn’t fart without getting a noise complaint so fewer and fewer of my friends were coming to visit because there was no way to have any sort of even relatively calm party.
A good friend knew I wanted out of there and told me a room had come available in the house were he was living. There was only one hurdle and he was aware that it was a potential deal breaker. A mutual friend, Annie, was a bit of a den mother at the house and Annie and I had history. Annie had been my first real girlfriend, there were puppy love things in grade school where you might get to cop a feel of a budding little titty if you were lucky, but Annie was my first lover. We’d met in high school and spent our final year in school living together in an apartment we’d found. Unfortunately things had soured and we had broken up about a year and a half ago. I didn’t take it well and I said and did some things that I wished I hadn’t. We still lived in the same town though and saw each other from time to time. Things had become friendly between us again but there was still a bit of a cloud there. Anyway, I had nothing to lose so I screwed up my courage and went to chat with Annie.
Things went well. Annie was happy to see me, she knew I was working and good for the rent and she wanted to fill the room. There was one stipulation...that I understood she was happy with her new boyfriend and that things between us were over so there would be no hanky-panky. I apologized for my previous behaviour and assured her I too had moved on and she had nothing to worry about.
The room was mine. Now all I had to do was get out of my lease, which turned out to be surprisingly easy. Ever since I had thrown my Christmas tree off of the balcony rather than take it down the elevator because I didn’t want to have to clean up needles the building superintendent was looking for a way to get me out. Two weeks later I was moving in to my new room.
You have to understand that this was the mid-seventies and things were different. Every room in the house had been turned into a bedroom with the exception of the bathroom, living room and kitchen. Inside the front door on the left was Janie’s room, Annie’s little sister. Neither of them got along well with their single mother and Annie had moved Janie in with her. On the right was Eugene a wanna-be rock star and the friend who had let me know about the room. Down the hall on the right was Greg’s room an American draft-dodger who had slipped across the border when he got the call to head for Vietnam. I didn’t know Greg until I moved in but he became a good friend who happened to be passing by in a cab one night when three guys had jumped me on the way home from the bar. He dropped a couple of them, grabbed me, threw me into the cab and took off with police sirens fast approaching.
At the top of the stairs was Bob’s room, another wanna-be rock star. Truth be told, Bob and I never really got along very well, probably because he had witnessed some of my foolish moments with Annie during our break up and wasn’t willing to give me a second chance. Beside him was Karen, another one of Annie’s protected ones. Karen and Annie had been neighbours and when they lived at home. Karen was a little different and her parents (particularly her father) were borderline abusive so Annie took Karen under her wing too.
Across the hall, in the master bedroom of course, were Annie and the new boyfriend, Dennis. Annie had always made boyfriends her project too. She went for the shy, quiet ones (which I had been) and tried to open them up. I have to say that every time I watch The Big Bang Theory I think of Annie and Dennis. Annie was Penny (with smaller boobs and dark hair) and Dennis was Leonard (a little scrawnier a chemist not a physicist). The resemblance, in retrospect is a little uncanny. Anyway, tucked away in the back corner, right beside the bathroom door, was the smallest room in the house...my room and I loved it.
Again, you have to remember this was the seventies when it comes to sexuality as well. Eugene and Bob, our wanna-be rock stars would often have over-nighters with wanna-be groupies.
Janie wasn’t blatant about her sexual encounters but often spent the night elsewhere. She told me once, when we’d met in a bar, that she didn’t need Annie’s disapproval of one night stands so she spent them elsewhere. I came to understand that feeling. Janie and I hooked up a couple of times after staggering home from a party or a bar. One night I made the mistake of falling asleep in her room after some great sex. When I woke up I did my best to sneak back to my room but Annie was right there. I remember quite clearly her saying, “It’s you,” to me. Janie told me later that she got a lecture about being careful who she got involved with a hint of ‘she could do worse than me but’.
Greg had the occasional over night guest but he was also fairly discreet about his sex life. More about Greg in a minute.
I said above that Karen was a little different and part of that difference was her sexuality. These days she would be called ‘questioning’ but there was no such term in 1975. My gay-dar wasn’t very finely tuned in those days but according to Annie a lot of the friends that came to call on Karen were lesbians. She didn’t have over night female guests but, like Janie, she was often away for the night. As well as her female encounters she and Greg had regular get-togethers and were often spotted leaving one or the other’s room first thing in the morning.
As for Annie, I had no reason to suspect that she was anything but faithful to Dennis. And as for Annie and me, we only slipped once. There was a rare evening when we were alone in the house. We had smoked a couple of joints and were working our way through a case of beer. Perhaps we were a little too close on the couch as we laughed and reminisced but the hands on legs started to linger a little longer and the eye contact became a little more frequent. Always one to speak her mind, Annie looked at me and said, “God I’m fucking horny.”
She always wore one piece summer type dresses and never wore a bra. “With boobs the size of mine,” she always said, “you don’t need one.” In one swift movement her dress was over her head and she was on her feet dropping her panties. I didn’t need any further hints and stood up to take my clothes off but once my pants were around my knees she just pushed me back on the couch and jumped onto my erection. I confess that neither one of us lasted long she pumped a few times and I shot inside her as pumped a few more times until her back arched and those familiar shudders ran through her body.
Just as quickly she was off of me, pulling up her panties (in hindsight they must have been soaked later with her own juices plus mine leaking out) and putting her dress back on. She looked at me and said, “You can never tell anyone. Now pull up your pants.” I honoured her request to never tell anyone (until now) and quickly pulled up my pants. She sat back down beside me, grabbed her beer and started chatting again as if nothing had happened.
Anyway, the background went a little longer than expected but now you have an idea of how things were for k**s our age (We were k**s, all in our late teens. Annie and I were 19, Karen was 18, Janie was 17 and I’m sure the rest were roughly the same age) and how things were in our house.
On the night in question I had spent a wasted evening in a local bar looking for female companionship. Things were dead and the chances of anything happening were slim to nil so I decided to call it a night early. When I walked in the house it was surprisingly quiet. I heard voices and giggles coming from the kitchen but it was dark and silent besides that. I wanted to grab something to eat anyway so I headed for the kitchen.
Annie and Karen were sitting at the kitchen table...kind of. Karen was sitting on Annie’s lap. Keep in mind that Karen was tiny and had a cherubic kind of chubbiness about her so it really didn’t look all that odd. It looked kind of like a p*****n sitting on her mom’s lap. They looked up and greeted me, commenting on the fact that I was home early. I explained the bar situation and, noticing the empty bottle of wine on the table along with their two full glasses and a part bottle underway, promised not to disturb them; all I wanted was a quick bite to eat. Annie said that I wasn’t disturbing them at all but Karen didn’t look so convinced.
I made a sandwich, grabbed a beer and joined in the conversation as I ate. There was a lot of barely concealed sexual innuendo and chat about who might be fun to fool around with. The air was pretty thick with pheromones. Finally Annie seized the bull by the horns. I remember quite clearly the look she gave me before she leaned forward and kissed Karen full on the mouth. Not a peck but an open mouth, tongue twisting, seconds long kiss which was enthusiastically returned by Karen. When the kiss broke off she looked Karen in the eye and said, “I don’t know about you but I’m into something kinky tonight.”
Apparently Karen was too because she was off of Annie’s lap in a heartbeat, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the kitchen. Annie shot a look my way as they left the kitchen and flashed a smile.
I stood alone in the kitchen with a half-eaten sandwich and beer that was almost done. It seemed I had a choice. I could leave the girls to their fun and head to my room to take matters into my own hands, or hand as it were, or I could screw up my courage and go join them. I hadn’t exactly been invited but Annie’s eye contact and smile hadn’t exactly been a discouragement either. What was the worst that could happen? They could tell me to fuck off and I was back to option one again anyway.
Dropping my sandwich in the garbage, I chugged the rest of my beer and left the kitchen on a mission. It didn’t take much of a search. The light was on in Janie’s room and it hadn’t been when I came in. The door was open and the soft moans coming from the room were the opposite of moans of pain. I stepped into the room and both girls were totally naked. Annie was flat on her back on Janie’s bed and Karen’s face was buried between her legs. Annie’s eyes were closed and her hands were on the sides of Karen’s head, directing her the way she had done to me so many times in the past. I confess to being in awe of the scene before me. This was to be a night of many firsts and the first of the firsts was watching a girl eat another girl’s pussy. I just stood there staring.
I guess Annie had heard me come in because after a few seconds she opened her eyes and turned toward me. “No clothes allowed in this room,” she said and I was not going to argue. I was naked in seconds. Still in awe and unsure what to do I stood staring with my hard cock pointing in their direction. Annie released one side of Karen’s head and held her hand out to me. “Come here you,” she whispered.
I walked and knelt beside the bed, leaning over and kissing Annie then working my way over her cheeks to her earlobes and down her neck. I squeezed her breasts and licked and sucked her nipples. She was always a little self-deprecating about her boobs but there was nothing wrong with them in my opinion. They were small B-cups (or maybe large A-cups) that were soft and squeezable with nice dark brown nipples that stood to attention when cold, horny or played with. When we were lovers I would often do my best to pull one of her titties fully into her mouth, which she seemed to enjoy. Right now her nipples were rock hard and I was fully enjoying them.
It seemed she was too. “I could get used to this,” she whispered, reaching down between my legs and grabbing my cock, “The best of both worlds.” It wasn’t long before she was making familiar gasping breaths and light moans. She was thrusting her pussy harder towards Karen until her back arched and those shudders ran through her body. Karen released her grip on Annie’s pussy and rested her chin on her pubic mound, looking up and smiling.
After a couple of minutes Annie pulled Karen up from between her legs, kissed her and said, “Your turn now.” Karen stood up and I saw her naked for the first time. It was my second first. Karen’s breasts were amazing to behold. Instead of being curved and rounded at the bottom like Annie’s they rose from her chest like small mounds. Instead of brown nipples that were erect, she had pale pink nipples the were conical and swollen. I didn’t know it at the time but I had just had my first encounter with puffy nipples on cone tits. I really wanted to reach out and squeeze them.
Unfortunately, at that moment we all heard a car door close outside the house. “Shit,” said Annie, “That might be Janie. We have to go.”
Looking back on it now it would have been hilarious to witness. We were like a bunch of teenagers (well I guess we were teenagers) thinking we were about to get caught playing doctor by Mom and Dad. Everyone scrambled to grab their clothes and took off down the hall naked and giggling. Annie was in the lead and I was last out of the room and killed the lights behind me.
We all followed Annie up the stairs. I wasn’t surprised when she went past her room but I figured we’d be heading for Karen’s room. However, she headed straight for my room. No one came in the front door so it was a false alarm but we were now safe behind my closed bedroom door.
“Now,” said Annie, “where were we?”
Right on cue Karen dropped onto my bed and spread her legs and my third first was revealed. You have to keep a couple of things in mind here. First, once again, it was the seventies and everyone had hair down there. When Karen stood up naked in Janie’s room I did check out more than her little cone titties and puffy nipples but all there was to see below was a patch of sandy hair (she was a dirty blonde). The second thing is that I had gone through a rather prolonged dry spell after Annie. The only other girl I’d been with was, being polite, on the chubby side with large hangers for breasts and thick meaty labia. Annie’s pussy didn’t have thick lips like that but she did have labia protruding from between her vulva. Here was Karen’s pussy in full view and unlike anything I’d seen before.
First it was tiny. Granted, she was tiny and her chubby little thighs made things look even tighter but all that was there was a slit down the middle with absolutely no hint of an opening. I was witnessing for the first time what I later discovered was called a camel toe.
Annie wasn’t phased at all. She kissed Karen’s belly and worked her way down to Karen’s tiny little pussy. I quickly assumed my previous position and worked on those lovely little tits that I had wanted to squeeze before we were interrupted. I have to say that the thought of Annie eating pussy had never crossed my mind before. I knew she was a free spirit and wasn’t afraid to try anything that might be pleasurable but she always seemed firmly heterosexual. Tonight, however, she was dining at the Y like an old pro and Karen was obviously loving it. She was more of a squeaker than a panter like Annie. She started making little ‘ee’ ‘ee’ ‘ee’ noises and when she finally grabbed Annie’s head and jammed her face into her pussy she let out one long, loud ‘eeeeee’.
I was fully involved at this point and made it clear that it was my turn. Annie agreed and tried to get me onto the bed but she had misunderstood. I soon had them both lying across the bed with their legs spread and feet dangling over the edge. I had two wide open pussies waiting for my drooling mouth. I dove into Annie’s first; maybe it was familiarity or maybe it was her open labia beckoning. I didn’t ignore Karen though...I slid one finger up and down her tight little slit and from her pushing against me I assumed she was enjoying it. I felt Annie shift and glanced up over her mound to see that she and Karen had turned towards each other. They were kissing and playing with each other’s tits.
After a few minutes Annie reached down and lifted my head from her pussy. “It’s Karen’s turn,” she whispered and I didn’t object. Her slit was just as tight on my tongue as it was with my finger but with a little work I was able to part the lips a little and taste her sweet juices. It was obvious she was happy when I took my hands and spread her vulva so I could get deeper into her tiny little cunt.
By that point my cock was leaking massive amounts of pre-cum and aching for release. I wasn’t interested in familiarity at the point, I wanted to be inside of this wonderful new pussy. I stood and bent over Karen, kissing her her mouth then her beautiful puffed up nipples. Grabbing her tiny little hips I pulled her pussy up to my waiting cock. Some parts of that night might be a little hazy at this point but I will never forget what she said. “Get that dirty thing away from me.”
I remember as well that my immediate thought was, ‘chock one up for the lesbian theory’. But Annie was having none of it. She leaned over and turned Karen’s face towards hers. “Shhh,” she said, “You need to feel what it’s like to have a real man inside you.” And Karen did as the den mother said. Annie moved out of the way and I swung Karen’s legs up onto the bed then climbed on top of her.
Now I’m not bragging and I didn’t have any idea at the time but I’ve been told by several female partners since then that I am above average in size, perhaps not so much in length at about six and a half to seven inches but certainly in girth. I guess I’d never thought about it because I’d never checked out other guys’ cocks and I’d never had trouble fitting into a pussy before. My God she was tight though. Maybe it was her tiny size combined with a little inexperience on my part but afterwards (another story, I suppose) I came to know that she just had a damn tight little twat.
Annie noticed my struggles and slipped a couple of fingers between Karen’s legs. After a few strokes she wrapped her hand around my cock and guided me home. Even then I had to push to get inside and once there it felt like my cock was being squeezed. In hindsight I am amazed that I didn’t cum just trying to push my way in given my state of arousal and the pressure of getting inside her.
I slid my cock back and forth inside Karen with my hands on her hips pushing and pulling her little body on and off my cock. From the noises she was making she had apparently grown fond of ‘that dirty thing’ and from the rather long and loud ‘eeeee’ she let out after a couple of minutes it was obvious she could orgasm with a guy as well as a girl.
Slipping out of Karen, I turned to Annie and she just smiled and said, “Yes please.” Karen slid onto her side on the bed and Annie pushed me onto my back beside her then climbed on top of my cock. Karen had turned my face to hers and was doing a masterful job of sucking my tongue in and out of her mouth as if it was a cock. There was no holding on for me any longer, with Annie literally pounding up and down on me and Karen working her magic on my tongue. I let loose deep inside Annie’s hot, wet pussy and she groaned in appreciation.
We all kind of collapsed on my bed at that point with entwined naked bodies. I confess that as much as I regret not being able to tell you that things went on all night, that isn’t what happened. From the combination of beer, lateness and exhaustion from incredible sex I think I passed out. In any case, the next thing I remember is waking up alone the next morning. The girls and their clothes were gone and I was naked and alone in my closed up bedroom.
I don’t know whether they had passed out too and someone had found us there or if someone had caught one or both of them sneaking out of my room but by the time I was up and moving the next morning the word of last night’s activities had already begun to spread through the house. Greg and Eugene were obviously a little envious but gave me the typical seventies male ‘atta boy’. Bob just didn’t like me and Dennis was pissed at Annie (no need to worry, I suppose, because that was the last time I ever got to enjoy Annie’s pleasures). Janie thought it was funny that her somewhat condescending big sister had a threesome with a guy she’d been warned about.
For her part, Karen must have enjoyed something about that evening because I became her go-to guy not too long after that and we became a couple for awhile. Greg didn’t seem to care because he never had issues finding ladies anyway. I think he viewed Karen as more of a fuck-buddy than someone he was emotionally attached to.
I’m not sure how many reading this well remember the old Penthouse Forum letters. I often masturbated to them combined with the photo spreads and considered mailing this one in but I never did. This is actually the first time I’ve shared the full story with anyone. Hopefully, combined with some of the photos and videos on this site it will give someone some masturbatory material.
Author’s Note: I confess that some of the details, particularly the dialogue contained in this story is hazy and may not be one hundred percent accurate, after all it happened over forty-three years ago, but some of it I will never forget. For example, Annie’s comments when we had the couch quickie are totally accurate. Her ‘into something kinky’ comment is etched in my brain as is ‘no clothes allowed in this room’. I will never forget Karen’s ‘get that dirty thing away from me’ or Annie’s response about having ‘a real man inside you.’ In short, this story is true and not really embellished but some of the fuzzy details may have been coloured in slightly.
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A good friend knew I wanted out of there and told me a room had come available in the house were he was living. There was only one hurdle and he was aware that it was a potential deal breaker. A mutual friend, Annie, was a bit of a den mother at the house and Annie and I had history. Annie had been my first real girlfriend, there were puppy love things in grade school where you might get to cop a feel of a budding little titty if you were lucky, but Annie was my first lover. We’d met in high school and spent our final year in school living together in an apartment we’d found. Unfortunately things had soured and we had broken up about a year and a half ago. I didn’t take it well and I said and did some things that I wished I hadn’t. We still lived in the same town though and saw each other from time to time. Things had become friendly between us again but there was still a bit of a cloud there. Anyway, I had nothing to lose so I screwed up my courage and went to chat with Annie.
Things went well. Annie was happy to see me, she knew I was working and good for the rent and she wanted to fill the room. There was one stipulation...that I understood she was happy with her new boyfriend and that things between us were over so there would be no hanky-panky. I apologized for my previous behaviour and assured her I too had moved on and she had nothing to worry about.
The room was mine. Now all I had to do was get out of my lease, which turned out to be surprisingly easy. Ever since I had thrown my Christmas tree off of the balcony rather than take it down the elevator because I didn’t want to have to clean up needles the building superintendent was looking for a way to get me out. Two weeks later I was moving in to my new room.
You have to understand that this was the mid-seventies and things were different. Every room in the house had been turned into a bedroom with the exception of the bathroom, living room and kitchen. Inside the front door on the left was Janie’s room, Annie’s little sister. Neither of them got along well with their single mother and Annie had moved Janie in with her. On the right was Eugene a wanna-be rock star and the friend who had let me know about the room. Down the hall on the right was Greg’s room an American draft-dodger who had slipped across the border when he got the call to head for Vietnam. I didn’t know Greg until I moved in but he became a good friend who happened to be passing by in a cab one night when three guys had jumped me on the way home from the bar. He dropped a couple of them, grabbed me, threw me into the cab and took off with police sirens fast approaching.
At the top of the stairs was Bob’s room, another wanna-be rock star. Truth be told, Bob and I never really got along very well, probably because he had witnessed some of my foolish moments with Annie during our break up and wasn’t willing to give me a second chance. Beside him was Karen, another one of Annie’s protected ones. Karen and Annie had been neighbours and when they lived at home. Karen was a little different and her parents (particularly her father) were borderline abusive so Annie took Karen under her wing too.
Across the hall, in the master bedroom of course, were Annie and the new boyfriend, Dennis. Annie had always made boyfriends her project too. She went for the shy, quiet ones (which I had been) and tried to open them up. I have to say that every time I watch The Big Bang Theory I think of Annie and Dennis. Annie was Penny (with smaller boobs and dark hair) and Dennis was Leonard (a little scrawnier a chemist not a physicist). The resemblance, in retrospect is a little uncanny. Anyway, tucked away in the back corner, right beside the bathroom door, was the smallest room in the house...my room and I loved it.
Again, you have to remember this was the seventies when it comes to sexuality as well. Eugene and Bob, our wanna-be rock stars would often have over-nighters with wanna-be groupies.
Janie wasn’t blatant about her sexual encounters but often spent the night elsewhere. She told me once, when we’d met in a bar, that she didn’t need Annie’s disapproval of one night stands so she spent them elsewhere. I came to understand that feeling. Janie and I hooked up a couple of times after staggering home from a party or a bar. One night I made the mistake of falling asleep in her room after some great sex. When I woke up I did my best to sneak back to my room but Annie was right there. I remember quite clearly her saying, “It’s you,” to me. Janie told me later that she got a lecture about being careful who she got involved with a hint of ‘she could do worse than me but’.
Greg had the occasional over night guest but he was also fairly discreet about his sex life. More about Greg in a minute.
I said above that Karen was a little different and part of that difference was her sexuality. These days she would be called ‘questioning’ but there was no such term in 1975. My gay-dar wasn’t very finely tuned in those days but according to Annie a lot of the friends that came to call on Karen were lesbians. She didn’t have over night female guests but, like Janie, she was often away for the night. As well as her female encounters she and Greg had regular get-togethers and were often spotted leaving one or the other’s room first thing in the morning.
As for Annie, I had no reason to suspect that she was anything but faithful to Dennis. And as for Annie and me, we only slipped once. There was a rare evening when we were alone in the house. We had smoked a couple of joints and were working our way through a case of beer. Perhaps we were a little too close on the couch as we laughed and reminisced but the hands on legs started to linger a little longer and the eye contact became a little more frequent. Always one to speak her mind, Annie looked at me and said, “God I’m fucking horny.”
She always wore one piece summer type dresses and never wore a bra. “With boobs the size of mine,” she always said, “you don’t need one.” In one swift movement her dress was over her head and she was on her feet dropping her panties. I didn’t need any further hints and stood up to take my clothes off but once my pants were around my knees she just pushed me back on the couch and jumped onto my erection. I confess that neither one of us lasted long she pumped a few times and I shot inside her as pumped a few more times until her back arched and those familiar shudders ran through her body.
Just as quickly she was off of me, pulling up her panties (in hindsight they must have been soaked later with her own juices plus mine leaking out) and putting her dress back on. She looked at me and said, “You can never tell anyone. Now pull up your pants.” I honoured her request to never tell anyone (until now) and quickly pulled up my pants. She sat back down beside me, grabbed her beer and started chatting again as if nothing had happened.
Anyway, the background went a little longer than expected but now you have an idea of how things were for k**s our age (We were k**s, all in our late teens. Annie and I were 19, Karen was 18, Janie was 17 and I’m sure the rest were roughly the same age) and how things were in our house.
On the night in question I had spent a wasted evening in a local bar looking for female companionship. Things were dead and the chances of anything happening were slim to nil so I decided to call it a night early. When I walked in the house it was surprisingly quiet. I heard voices and giggles coming from the kitchen but it was dark and silent besides that. I wanted to grab something to eat anyway so I headed for the kitchen.
Annie and Karen were sitting at the kitchen table...kind of. Karen was sitting on Annie’s lap. Keep in mind that Karen was tiny and had a cherubic kind of chubbiness about her so it really didn’t look all that odd. It looked kind of like a p*****n sitting on her mom’s lap. They looked up and greeted me, commenting on the fact that I was home early. I explained the bar situation and, noticing the empty bottle of wine on the table along with their two full glasses and a part bottle underway, promised not to disturb them; all I wanted was a quick bite to eat. Annie said that I wasn’t disturbing them at all but Karen didn’t look so convinced.
I made a sandwich, grabbed a beer and joined in the conversation as I ate. There was a lot of barely concealed sexual innuendo and chat about who might be fun to fool around with. The air was pretty thick with pheromones. Finally Annie seized the bull by the horns. I remember quite clearly the look she gave me before she leaned forward and kissed Karen full on the mouth. Not a peck but an open mouth, tongue twisting, seconds long kiss which was enthusiastically returned by Karen. When the kiss broke off she looked Karen in the eye and said, “I don’t know about you but I’m into something kinky tonight.”
Apparently Karen was too because she was off of Annie’s lap in a heartbeat, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the kitchen. Annie shot a look my way as they left the kitchen and flashed a smile.
I stood alone in the kitchen with a half-eaten sandwich and beer that was almost done. It seemed I had a choice. I could leave the girls to their fun and head to my room to take matters into my own hands, or hand as it were, or I could screw up my courage and go join them. I hadn’t exactly been invited but Annie’s eye contact and smile hadn’t exactly been a discouragement either. What was the worst that could happen? They could tell me to fuck off and I was back to option one again anyway.
Dropping my sandwich in the garbage, I chugged the rest of my beer and left the kitchen on a mission. It didn’t take much of a search. The light was on in Janie’s room and it hadn’t been when I came in. The door was open and the soft moans coming from the room were the opposite of moans of pain. I stepped into the room and both girls were totally naked. Annie was flat on her back on Janie’s bed and Karen’s face was buried between her legs. Annie’s eyes were closed and her hands were on the sides of Karen’s head, directing her the way she had done to me so many times in the past. I confess to being in awe of the scene before me. This was to be a night of many firsts and the first of the firsts was watching a girl eat another girl’s pussy. I just stood there staring.
I guess Annie had heard me come in because after a few seconds she opened her eyes and turned toward me. “No clothes allowed in this room,” she said and I was not going to argue. I was naked in seconds. Still in awe and unsure what to do I stood staring with my hard cock pointing in their direction. Annie released one side of Karen’s head and held her hand out to me. “Come here you,” she whispered.
I walked and knelt beside the bed, leaning over and kissing Annie then working my way over her cheeks to her earlobes and down her neck. I squeezed her breasts and licked and sucked her nipples. She was always a little self-deprecating about her boobs but there was nothing wrong with them in my opinion. They were small B-cups (or maybe large A-cups) that were soft and squeezable with nice dark brown nipples that stood to attention when cold, horny or played with. When we were lovers I would often do my best to pull one of her titties fully into her mouth, which she seemed to enjoy. Right now her nipples were rock hard and I was fully enjoying them.
It seemed she was too. “I could get used to this,” she whispered, reaching down between my legs and grabbing my cock, “The best of both worlds.” It wasn’t long before she was making familiar gasping breaths and light moans. She was thrusting her pussy harder towards Karen until her back arched and those shudders ran through her body. Karen released her grip on Annie’s pussy and rested her chin on her pubic mound, looking up and smiling.
After a couple of minutes Annie pulled Karen up from between her legs, kissed her and said, “Your turn now.” Karen stood up and I saw her naked for the first time. It was my second first. Karen’s breasts were amazing to behold. Instead of being curved and rounded at the bottom like Annie’s they rose from her chest like small mounds. Instead of brown nipples that were erect, she had pale pink nipples the were conical and swollen. I didn’t know it at the time but I had just had my first encounter with puffy nipples on cone tits. I really wanted to reach out and squeeze them.
Unfortunately, at that moment we all heard a car door close outside the house. “Shit,” said Annie, “That might be Janie. We have to go.”
Looking back on it now it would have been hilarious to witness. We were like a bunch of teenagers (well I guess we were teenagers) thinking we were about to get caught playing doctor by Mom and Dad. Everyone scrambled to grab their clothes and took off down the hall naked and giggling. Annie was in the lead and I was last out of the room and killed the lights behind me.
We all followed Annie up the stairs. I wasn’t surprised when she went past her room but I figured we’d be heading for Karen’s room. However, she headed straight for my room. No one came in the front door so it was a false alarm but we were now safe behind my closed bedroom door.
“Now,” said Annie, “where were we?”
Right on cue Karen dropped onto my bed and spread her legs and my third first was revealed. You have to keep a couple of things in mind here. First, once again, it was the seventies and everyone had hair down there. When Karen stood up naked in Janie’s room I did check out more than her little cone titties and puffy nipples but all there was to see below was a patch of sandy hair (she was a dirty blonde). The second thing is that I had gone through a rather prolonged dry spell after Annie. The only other girl I’d been with was, being polite, on the chubby side with large hangers for breasts and thick meaty labia. Annie’s pussy didn’t have thick lips like that but she did have labia protruding from between her vulva. Here was Karen’s pussy in full view and unlike anything I’d seen before.
First it was tiny. Granted, she was tiny and her chubby little thighs made things look even tighter but all that was there was a slit down the middle with absolutely no hint of an opening. I was witnessing for the first time what I later discovered was called a camel toe.
Annie wasn’t phased at all. She kissed Karen’s belly and worked her way down to Karen’s tiny little pussy. I quickly assumed my previous position and worked on those lovely little tits that I had wanted to squeeze before we were interrupted. I have to say that the thought of Annie eating pussy had never crossed my mind before. I knew she was a free spirit and wasn’t afraid to try anything that might be pleasurable but she always seemed firmly heterosexual. Tonight, however, she was dining at the Y like an old pro and Karen was obviously loving it. She was more of a squeaker than a panter like Annie. She started making little ‘ee’ ‘ee’ ‘ee’ noises and when she finally grabbed Annie’s head and jammed her face into her pussy she let out one long, loud ‘eeeeee’.
I was fully involved at this point and made it clear that it was my turn. Annie agreed and tried to get me onto the bed but she had misunderstood. I soon had them both lying across the bed with their legs spread and feet dangling over the edge. I had two wide open pussies waiting for my drooling mouth. I dove into Annie’s first; maybe it was familiarity or maybe it was her open labia beckoning. I didn’t ignore Karen though...I slid one finger up and down her tight little slit and from her pushing against me I assumed she was enjoying it. I felt Annie shift and glanced up over her mound to see that she and Karen had turned towards each other. They were kissing and playing with each other’s tits.
After a few minutes Annie reached down and lifted my head from her pussy. “It’s Karen’s turn,” she whispered and I didn’t object. Her slit was just as tight on my tongue as it was with my finger but with a little work I was able to part the lips a little and taste her sweet juices. It was obvious she was happy when I took my hands and spread her vulva so I could get deeper into her tiny little cunt.
By that point my cock was leaking massive amounts of pre-cum and aching for release. I wasn’t interested in familiarity at the point, I wanted to be inside of this wonderful new pussy. I stood and bent over Karen, kissing her her mouth then her beautiful puffed up nipples. Grabbing her tiny little hips I pulled her pussy up to my waiting cock. Some parts of that night might be a little hazy at this point but I will never forget what she said. “Get that dirty thing away from me.”
I remember as well that my immediate thought was, ‘chock one up for the lesbian theory’. But Annie was having none of it. She leaned over and turned Karen’s face towards hers. “Shhh,” she said, “You need to feel what it’s like to have a real man inside you.” And Karen did as the den mother said. Annie moved out of the way and I swung Karen’s legs up onto the bed then climbed on top of her.
Now I’m not bragging and I didn’t have any idea at the time but I’ve been told by several female partners since then that I am above average in size, perhaps not so much in length at about six and a half to seven inches but certainly in girth. I guess I’d never thought about it because I’d never checked out other guys’ cocks and I’d never had trouble fitting into a pussy before. My God she was tight though. Maybe it was her tiny size combined with a little inexperience on my part but afterwards (another story, I suppose) I came to know that she just had a damn tight little twat.
Annie noticed my struggles and slipped a couple of fingers between Karen’s legs. After a few strokes she wrapped her hand around my cock and guided me home. Even then I had to push to get inside and once there it felt like my cock was being squeezed. In hindsight I am amazed that I didn’t cum just trying to push my way in given my state of arousal and the pressure of getting inside her.
I slid my cock back and forth inside Karen with my hands on her hips pushing and pulling her little body on and off my cock. From the noises she was making she had apparently grown fond of ‘that dirty thing’ and from the rather long and loud ‘eeeee’ she let out after a couple of minutes it was obvious she could orgasm with a guy as well as a girl.
Slipping out of Karen, I turned to Annie and she just smiled and said, “Yes please.” Karen slid onto her side on the bed and Annie pushed me onto my back beside her then climbed on top of my cock. Karen had turned my face to hers and was doing a masterful job of sucking my tongue in and out of her mouth as if it was a cock. There was no holding on for me any longer, with Annie literally pounding up and down on me and Karen working her magic on my tongue. I let loose deep inside Annie’s hot, wet pussy and she groaned in appreciation.
We all kind of collapsed on my bed at that point with entwined naked bodies. I confess that as much as I regret not being able to tell you that things went on all night, that isn’t what happened. From the combination of beer, lateness and exhaustion from incredible sex I think I passed out. In any case, the next thing I remember is waking up alone the next morning. The girls and their clothes were gone and I was naked and alone in my closed up bedroom.
I don’t know whether they had passed out too and someone had found us there or if someone had caught one or both of them sneaking out of my room but by the time I was up and moving the next morning the word of last night’s activities had already begun to spread through the house. Greg and Eugene were obviously a little envious but gave me the typical seventies male ‘atta boy’. Bob just didn’t like me and Dennis was pissed at Annie (no need to worry, I suppose, because that was the last time I ever got to enjoy Annie’s pleasures). Janie thought it was funny that her somewhat condescending big sister had a threesome with a guy she’d been warned about.
For her part, Karen must have enjoyed something about that evening because I became her go-to guy not too long after that and we became a couple for awhile. Greg didn’t seem to care because he never had issues finding ladies anyway. I think he viewed Karen as more of a fuck-buddy than someone he was emotionally attached to.
I’m not sure how many reading this well remember the old Penthouse Forum letters. I often masturbated to them combined with the photo spreads and considered mailing this one in but I never did. This is actually the first time I’ve shared the full story with anyone. Hopefully, combined with some of the photos and videos on this site it will give someone some masturbatory material.
Author’s Note: I confess that some of the details, particularly the dialogue contained in this story is hazy and may not be one hundred percent accurate, after all it happened over forty-three years ago, but some of it I will never forget. For example, Annie’s comments when we had the couch quickie are totally accurate. Her ‘into something kinky’ comment is etched in my brain as is ‘no clothes allowed in this room’. I will never forget Karen’s ‘get that dirty thing away from me’ or Annie’s response about having ‘a real man inside you.’ In short, this story is true and not really embellished but some of the fuzzy details may have been coloured in slightly.
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