Sharing the love


We met Lucy and Pete (not their real names) several years ago through fabswingers (don’t bother looking for us, we are no longer members). Lucy was looking for her first experience of being with another woman and Pete wanted to watch. We exchanged emails, swapped naughty pictures and arranged to meet at a local pub to break the ice.

Pete was in his mid-thirties, about the same age as Master C. He was about 6′, fair haired and not bad looking in a fairly non-descript kind of way. He did have a very sexy laugh however. Lucy was quite a bit younger than us, in her late-twenties, about 5’2″. Short, bobbed, dark brown hair and had just the faintest hint of a Scandinavian accent.

We chatted easily, got on well, and, ultimately agreed to meet up at ourselves at the weekend and “see how things went”.

On the afternoon in question, my preparations were meticulous. I showered, moisturised, made sure I was nice and tidy “downstairs”, spent absolutely ages picking out sexy undies, and a nice outfit that conveyed relaxed and sensual rather than in your face, I want to fuck you, slut. Master C, being a typical male, was no use at all, insisting that whatever I wore would be fine as it wouldn’t be on very long anyway. For my part, I told Him to fuck right off and banished Him downstairs to make sure the house looked presentable and that the drinks and snacks were sorted. Sometimes even the most subservient of sluts have their limits.

I was excited. My cunt had been moist since the moment I’d woken up. I was also nervous. Not at the idea of being with Lucy; I’d been with girls on numerous occasions. No, I was nervous because Pete and, more importantly, Master C would be watching. I’d always made a point of describing my girl-on-girl experiences to Master C in full and graphic detail, it always turned Him on to hear about them, but He’d never witnessed such a thing before. I hoped the reality would live up to his mental images of me. The fact that Lucy had never been with a woman added to my nervousness. I wanted to put on a great show for the guys while ensuring that Lucy had a memorable (for the right reasons) first lesbian experience.

By the time they arrived, I was a mess of nervous anticipation. The guys sat on the armchairs on one side of the room, and I sat next to Lucy on the sofa opposite them. We chatted, drank a little to loosen any inhibitions and made it clear to Lucy that things would only proceed as and when she felt comfortable.

As we chatted, I occasionally stroked her leg. I could feel how tense she was. After a couple of drinks, she noticeably relaxed and, tentatively at first, began to reciprocate. The feel of her hand on my thighs made my breathing deepen, my pulse race and my cunt moisten. Eventually I asked her if I could kiss her. She gave Pete a nervous glance and he nodded his agreement. I touched my lips to hers. She returned the kiss, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence.

As we kissed, I ran my hand up and stroked her boobs through her top. She kissed me with increased passion and I felt her nipple stiffen beneath my palm.

Being the considerate hostess, I suggested that, in her own time, she might want to undress me, at least as far as my undies and, I would do the same to her.

Our tops were first to go, and I encouraged her to explore my skin, partially by demonstrating, and also by telling her how good what she was doing felt. Our skirts were next to go and we continued to explore each other’s bodies with our fingers and lips; me becoming less anxious and Lucy growing in confidence with every kiss and caress.

At some point I removed my bra and wriggled out of my knickers. I figured it would put Lucy more at ease if I were the first one to be fully naked. She complimented my boobs and I invited her to kiss and lick them.

As she did, I helped her out of her bra. I guided her hand between my legs. Essentially, I used her hand to wank myself off, but the effect was the same, as she sucked and kissed my boobs, I came as I pressed her fingers to my clit.

Having had a climax of my own. I removed her knickers and began kissing her, exploring her body with my lips and tongue. I asked if I could taste her. She nodded. I slid off the sofa and moved between her legs. Her mound was smooth and her cunt tasted heavenly.

She came quickly. I like to think I have certain talents in that department, but I suspect the novelty of the situation contributed to the situation. I kept licking and she came again, more powerfully; her juices flowed copiously over my face.

Finally she begged me to stop. I climbed back on the sofa and held her as her body trembled. After a while, I asked her if she would like to do the same to me. With a slight hesitation, she agreed.

For a first-timer, under my encouraging guidance, she did a pretty good job of eating me out. The orgasm she brought me to wasn’t the most powerful I’ve ever had, but it was still delicious.

After we’d finished, I remembered about the guys. They were sitting there, stroking the biggest hard-ons that I had ever seen. Lucy and I laughed about how we’d had all the fun and the guys had had to contend with being our audience.

An idea came to me. It was going further than we’d agreed, but I decided to test the water. I asked her if, assuming Pete was happy, she would like to suck Master C’s cock. She gave her man an almost pleading look. When he smiled and nodded, she kissed me and made her way over to Master C.

It was the first time I’d ever seen Master C with another woman and it was clear that He was enjoying the attention of Lucy’s mouth. I was so aroused that by the time Master C shot his load down Lucy’s throat, I’d fingered myself to another climax.

Master C then offered Pete my services. As I sucked on his cock, I noticed Master C and Lucy were cuddled together, kissing and caressing as they watched me feast on Pete. When he came, his rich thick load flooded my mouth. I savoured every last drop, sucking him dry.

All in all, it was an extremely hot and very satisfying introduction to the world of swinging. The fuck Master C gave me after Lucy and Pete had left was painfully intense and felt so good.

That was the first of many sessions we were to have together with Lucy and Pete until they moved to London a couple of years ago. Even now, we are still in touch and we visit each other when we can. Well be heading down to London later in the year and I know Master C is looking forward to that trip as much as I am.

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Changing room fantasy


This year’s 6 Nations tournament is just around the corner. I have a bit of a thing for rugby players; those big, tall, strapping, muscle-bound guys who play hard and tough and get themselves dirty. Given that, I guess it was almost inevitable that at least one of my men, namely “The Other Guy” would be one.

Now, I have a bit of a recurring fantasy that has me servicing “The Other Guy” and his team-mates after a game; either in celebration or as a consolation,  I’m never entirely sure, but I guess it doesn’t matter.

It starts with me being smuggled into the team’s changing room during the closing stages of the game. “The Other Guy” orders me to strip, then blindfolds me before tying my hands to the bench so that I can’t escape (not that I would want to).  He leaves to rejoin those players on the bench, and I am left alone, naked, blindfolded and in the dark, just waiting for what is to come.

I can hear a clock tick. As each second passes, my anticipation builds.  My cunt grows wet. I squirm on the uncomfortable slatted wooden bench below me.  Each tick of the clock is an increasing agony of arousal.

Finally I can hear voices approaching. I freeze as the door squeaks open.

“Fucking hell guys! What’ve we got here? Come and take a look at this!” I hear someone call out.

I sense the room fill with strong male bodies.  The air is filled with appreciative whistles and suggestive comments. A coarse hand cups my cunt, a thick finger parts my lower lips, feeling how wet I am.  “This little slut’s gagging for it guys!”

My restraints are untied and I’m led to treatment table in the middle of the room. Hands grope me, squeezing and mauling my boobs, my arse; fingers invade my cunt.

What follows is almost indescribable. Cocks are thrust in my mouth, plunged deep into my cunt, rammed in my arse. I’m spit-roasted, DPed, made airtight as the guys all take it in turns to make use of my holes.

The fact that I can’t see who is doing what to me, I have no way of knowing what is going to happen next adds to the naughtiness of the situation. I am completely at the mercy of “The Other Guy” and his team-mates. They could (and do) do whatever they like to me. I am nothing but a slut to be used and demeaned by them, and I love every second, every grope, every flick of a tongue, every thrust of a cock. It is just be being used by an unseen, unknown number of men and I am in my element as they use me.

By common consent they agree not to cum inside me. Instead load after load of hot sticky cum is shot over me; coating my buttocks, my back, my boobs, my face.  Occasionally someone shoots a load in my mouth and I swallow it down hungrily.

At some point I hear a couple of the guys encouraging a team-mate. “C’mon Davy,” they urge, “We know you’re gay but just pretend she’s a guy with boobs and fuck her up the arse.” Whether he does or not, I’ll never know but the next cock to fill my battered and sore arsehole feels thicker and longer than some of those that had proceeded it and in my mind it’s Davy fucking me, pretending I’m a guy, fucking my arse the same way he would his boyfriend’s.

The abuse goes on for what seems like an eternity. Cock after lovely thick, hard cock fills me. Load upon rich, sticky load is dumped over me. My jaw aches, my cunt is tender, my arse is raw, my boobs feel bruised from the groping and squeezing.

Slowly, one by one, they shower and dress and leave, leaving me cum-drenched, sore but intensely satisfied.

I feel a hand undo my blindfold. It pulls the cum drenched material that has become stuck to my face away.  I look around.  There’s no one left but “The Other Guy” and me.  He smiles at me as he pumps his cock in front of my face. “I hope you’ve had fun, you filthy little slut!” he says as his cock erupts, spewing a final load other my face before making his way to the shower.

As he returns, I find the energy to stand.  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he demands as I head towards the showers.

“Can’t I…?”

“No!”

He throws my coat at me. “Cover yourself up slut!” he demands.

I do as I’m bid.  My coat barely reaches below my cunt. I feel exposed, demeaned, degraded.  I love it.

I clean my face up and straighten my hair as much as is possible with my fingers, before he grips my elbow and leads me from the changing room to the club bar.

As I stand at the bar, sipping my drink, my arse barely covered by my coat, the eyes of all the guys who fucked me, and those of the opposing team are upon me.

I flush when I hear myself being discussed.

“She’s a total slut!”

“She took three cocks at once.”

“I had her in every hole.”

“The little slut loved every second.”

And the truth is, I did. Every filthy fucking second on it.

Three isn’t always a crowd


I’m not a mathematician, which is probably why I’ve never understood the concept that two into one doesn’t go.  In my experience, two go into one very nicely indeed, especially when the one in question is me.

Yes, I am, of course, talking about threesomes.

I had my first threesome when I was 18. Some time during the long summer break between leaving school and starting university. It involved “The Girl”, which, given all the things we got up to together in those days, and still do to this day, was almost inevitable, I guess.

The guy that she was “seeing” at the time had (apparently half-jokingly) suggested that he would be up for a threesome with her and her “hot ginger pal”.

Rather than being offended, “The Girl” had let it be known that the idea definitely appealed to her.

Knowing her as well as I did, I wasn’t shocked when she suggested it and, I’ll admit, I was more than a little curious. Later, as I had my head between her thighs and was feasting eagerly on her cunt, she clinched it for me by saying, “Just imagine what it would feel like to have a nice, big cock in you right now…”

And I did just that, imagine, albeit with my fingers pumping my cunt as I ate her out, and I came hard, trying to imagine my fingers being replaced by a nice, thick, juicy cock.

When the time finally came, I was nervous but as excited as hell.  After all, I reasoned to myself, I knew what a  cock feels like and I knew what “The Girl’s” cunt tastes like and I was simply going to be enjoying the best of both.

It’s fair to say I wasn’t disappointed (the fact that the guy in question, whom I shall call Gary, was generally proportioned was simply an added bonus).

Being fucked hard from behind by Gary, the force of his thrusts forcing my mouth against “The Girl’s” cunt was a huge turn on.  Having her beneath me, tonguing my clit as he fucked my cunt and arse was simply the most wonderful feeling I’d ever experienced. Licking “The Girl’s” clit and tasting her juices on his cock as Gary pounded her added a whole new level of sensation to something I’d done may times before.

All in all, it was the most intense and enjoyable sexual experience of my life up to that point and remains one of my most pleasant memories for when I’m indulging in a little me time.

The evening was a blur of three naked bodies, licking, sucking, fucking and coming together in all the ways three people can.  Gary fucked “The Girl” and me over and over.  We sucked his cock, rode his face and, in between loads, entertained him with our own special girl-on-girl shows while we waited for him to get hard again.  It was an experience “The Girl” and I were to enjoy a number of times over that summer, both with Gary and with a few other guys.

Of course, being a cock-hungry little slut like me, and having enjoyed the attention of a man and another woman, it was only ever going to be a matter of time before I experienced the sensation of being fucked by two cocks at the same time.

It was during Fresher’s Week. I’d had a few drinks and I was flirting outrageously with two guys. They were both pretty hot, a lot of fun and, more importantly, both seemed to be into me.  It sounds big-headed, but I knew I could have left with either one of them that night. The problem was, that in my less than sober, and extremely randy state, I really couldn’t choose between them. Ultimately, as it turned out, I ended up leaving with both of them and, funnily enough, neither of them seemed particularly put out that they weren’t getting me to themselves.

On the short walk back to their flat (it turned out they shared), I was, again, as nervous as hell but turned-on way above simply being aroused. I was in a state of wet-knickered anticipation and I just couldn’t wait for the two guys to give me a proper seeing-to..

When we got to their flat, I accepted some wine and proceeded to slowly strip for them.  I started things off by taking it in turns to suck their cocks. Before long, one of them was behind me, eating my cunt as I sucked on his friend’s cock.

I came, hard, very quickly, and one of the guys took this as his cue to up the ante and, before I could catch my breath or bring myself back under any sort of control, I found myself being spit-roasted; one cock in my cunt, another in my mouth and I was loving every second of it.

They took it in turns, fucking my cunt and fucking my mouth.  I fingered my clit furiously as they abused me. It was the dirtiest thing I’d ever done (for now, dirtier was to come later that evening) and I brought myself off several times as they attended to me.

Of course, my cunt wasn’t the only hole that saw attention from them, my arse took its fair share of poundings from both cocks.  Actually, I probably enjoyed that even more. Having my arse fucked as I sucked on a big fat cock really made me feel like a dirty slut and I loved every second of it.

It goes without saying that I insisted on condoms being worn whenever they were fucking my cunt and arse.  As a result, I ended up with quite a few loads of cum down my throat and sprayed over my boobs and face.  For me this just heightened the experience. Even at that tender (and by that stage of the proceedings I was decidedly tender) age , I’d discovered the joys of having cum dumped over me and the two cocks that were servicing me certainly produced enough to keep me more than happy.

With both of my holes stretched and tender, and with their cocks almost exhausted from the fucking and sucking the guys decided it was time for my grand finalé.  One of them  lay on his back, and I quickly straddled him, taking his cock in my cunt. A few seconds later, the other took position behind me and worked his cock into my arse.  It was sore, my arse was tender, my cunt was raw, but I loved every second of it.  I think the only thing that could possibly have made it even better would have been if I’d had a third cock to suck on (I told you I was a greedy slut) as they pounded my holes mercilessly.

It was fabulously filthy, deliciously dirty, supremely slutty.  I was being fucked like a filthy, cock hungry slut, a cock pounding at both holes.  I had never experienced anything like it before.  I knew what it felt like to have a cock in my cunt, I knew what it felt like to have a cock in my arse, from that, I’d tried to imagine what it would be like to have both at the same time, but my imagination had failed totally to come up with anything like the reality.

Of course, my ‘essay’ into the joys of three in a bed sex wouldn’t be complete without the possibility of some three girl action, and I suspect, for some readers, this is what they’ve actually been waiting for (go on, admit it…).

There’s something particularly nice about feasting on another girl’s cunt as you are having yours eaten out.  OK, so a 69 fits this bill, but bringing in an extra friend adds a little spice to things. Having separate mouths sucking simultaneously on your boobs while questing fingers bury themselves between your moist lower lips is, in my opinion, an experience to be savoured.  Having two tongues working their way up the insides of my thighs, slowly getting closer to my waiting cunt is a huge turn on.  Having a girl lower her cunt on to your face as another licks and fingers you is, well, mind blowing.

Toys can be employed to heighten the sensations; and then of course, there’s all those boobs… Let’s be honest, what’s not to enjoy?

Just because there are no men involved, doesn’t mean that it’s all girly girly and soft and slushy.  It can be like that, and it’s nice when it is, but it can be just as rough and as vigorous and satisfying, albeit in completely different ways, as it is when there are men around.

So which did I prefer? That’s a hard one.

Well, it probably come as no surprise to anyone that reads this blog that I probably enjoy them about equally, albeit for different reasons.

I’ll be honest, though, of the three scenarios above, the “least” enjoyable for me was the FFF. Much as I do enjoy fucking other woman, a FFF Threesome has one very important ingredient, i.e. cock. Yes, yous can be used, but nothing really comes close to  having a living, pulsing, throbbing cock, being wielded by a man in full-on rut inside you.

MFF allows me to have my cake and eat it, as it were. It indulges both sides of my sexuality at the same time. There is something wonderful about being fucked hard from behind while feasting on another woman’s cunt. The force of his strokes as he fucks me, driving my mouth against her. Or there’s the wonders of being in a 69 with her as his cock ploughs into her cunt, just above my nose, where I can just reach his cock with the tip of my tongue and taste her on his shaft. Then there’s the sharing of his cock with her; taking it in turns to suck him, kissing each other around the tip. The voyeur in me loves to watch the expressions on her face as she rides his cock or sits on his face while his tongue laps at her. And then, well there’s boobs too. Sucking on hers as he fuck or eats her, her sucking on mine as he fucks or eats me. It’s the heavenly combination of her softness and his firmness that really does it for me.

MMF allows me to be the greedy, cock hungry slut that I am. There is simply nothing quite like the experience of being bent over, having my lips wrapped around one deliciously thick cock while another pounds me in the cunt or arse. There’s the wonderful filthy, slutty feeling of having two cocks in me at the same time; filling me, fucking both my arse and cunt in tandem (I admit, this is a relatively new experience for me). And then there’s having two cocks to lick and stroke and suck; two loads of cum to swallow or take over my face, or boobs, or back. Nothing leaves me feeling more thoroughly fucked than having been taken by two men, being a slave to their desires, a selection of holes for them to use and abuse, an affirmation of my status as a filthy little slut.

Of course, the one thing that they all have in common is that unless Master C is one of the participants, they absolutely guarantee me some attention from his belt for being such a naughty little slut. I guess I win either way.

So, as the title says, I discovered that even if three can be a crowd, sometimes it’s a very pleasant crowd to be a part of.