Critical Massive Pt. 3: Three Men and a Little Lady
August 22nd, 2006(safe for work version)
Holding tightly to Lucky’s hand, I followed my three male companions through the sea of tents back toward our camp. Somewhere along the way, we stopped to talk to some campers getting ready to settle down for the night in their tent. Feeling unusually friendly, I kneeled down and poked my head in through the tent flap to say hello. I was immediately taken aback when I encountered a pair of piercing blue eyes. I barely noticed the others in the tent as I stared intently at a handsome, tan young man. Neither of us can really remember what was said but, as he describes it, “it seemed like an instant mutual flirt-with-intention situation.” As we chatted, I discovered that he was bisexual. I was intrigued. At some point during our chatting, Lucky sat down next to me at the tent door. It may have been at this time that Lucky leaned in and kissed our new friend. No, Lucky isn’t bisexual, but he knows what turns me on and he is open to experimentation. This is one of the things I love most about him, and part of what makes our unconventional relationship work so well. Seeing him kissing this sexy bisexual stranger was almost too much for me to handle. I invited him to join us, and he accepted without hesitation. We introduced our new friend to Zeb, and the two hit it off quite well.
Shortly after this, Fingers informed me that he was going to call it a night. It was very early in the morning by this time, and he was understandably exhausted. I pleaded with him to join us, telling him how much I wanted his cock in my mouth. Still, he refused. As much as he wanted to be a part of what was about to happen, he was just too tired to continue. Disappointed but still excited about things to come, I gave up my pleading and the four of us that were left continued on our way.
We decided to take our activities to our new friend’s tent. As Lucky and Zeb went to get more blankets from their tents, I got comfortable and started undressing. Feeling silly and playful, I stopped when I was down to my bra and panties so that I could be sure all three boys got a good look at my favorite set of undergarments.
The lighthearted mood continued once everyone was settled in the tent. We were all very open, talkative, irreverent, and uninhibited. The terms “playing” and “fooling around” seemed to be a lot more literal than usual. Our host gave me a peek at his member and I was awestruck. He had the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. I raved about how an impressive cock like that, combined with his attractive lean body and dazzlingly good looks, could make him a huge star in the adult industry. It was at this point that I dubbed him “my porn star.” Despite being so impressed with the size of his member, I was intimidated. I’d been with large men before and hadn’t enjoyed it much. And those men were nowhere near his size. Without a second thought I ruled out sex, but promised there were plenty of other ways I could pleasure him. Taking me up on my offer, he kneeled over me and I took his cock in my mouth.
Next, I moved over to Lucky while Zeb and my new porn star played. I snuck peeks at the two boys touching and sucking as I kissed and caressed Lucky’s lips, chest, and cock. Then it was my turn with Zeb. He put on a condom and fucked me from behind, giving me the perfect position to pleasure the other two boys as they kissed and watched. There’s an extremely erotic “dirty slut” feeling that comes with pleasuring several men at once, and I was drinking it in. I moaned with each thrust until Zeb finally collapsed beside me, either spent or just too tired to continue.
I moved back to the other two boys. At my request, Porn Star handed me a bottle of lubrication, and we all laughed when I had such a hard time opening it that I broke the cap right off. We were still very playful and relaxed. The chatter continued the entire time, interrupted only by the occasional moan, or when mouths were otherwise occupied.
I applied the slippery substance to Porn Star’s cock and began sliding my hands along the shaft and over the tip. I told him about a new technique I’d read about and he encouraged me to try it. As I slid both of my hands up and down his cock in opposite directions, his encouragement turned into moans of complete ecstasy. My slippery hands easily spiraled around the shaft, faster and faster.
“Are you going to come for me?” I said in a soft, low voice when I could tell he was getting close. He told me he was, and soon after that he shot his exquisite load impressively far, further cementing him in my fantasies as my favorite undiscovered new star.
Next, I moved on to Lucky. I’d saved the best for last and couldn’t wait to pleasure the love of my life after he’d enjoyed watching me with two other men. However, as we kissed passionately, I began to realize how exhausted we both were. Disappointed but still happy with how the experience had turned out so far, we snuggled up and decided it was time to get some sleep. We lay there for a while, Lucky on one side of me, Porn Star on the other resting his head on my chest, and Zeb asleep on the other side of him. Soon we decided to go back to our tents. I kissed Porn Star goodbye, making him promise to come over after he awoke so that we could exchange contact information.
It was too bad that I didn’t have the strength left for Lucky that morning. But don’t worry about him. The Lucky Bastard and I made up for it later that day in one of the most loving intimate experiences either of us could have ever imagined.
Stay tuned for part 4…
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