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SkyDome

By: Thrall_67



For the boys in Ontario.....

We had talked about it. And talked about it.

And then we talked some more about it. He was all for it. Really. A threesome. 

I, of course, had fantasised about it since I was younger, masturbating with a frenzied hand between my legs, oozing slippery girl cum all over the bedsheets. But he said he wanted it too. He said he wanted to see me with another guy. He wanted to watch me suck cock. He said it would excite him to hear me groan and pant with a "stiff one in me". So we talked about it.

I thought at the time I was in love with him. He had an incredible sex drive. One a sex addict like me could appreciate. Christ, we almost killed each other the first six months we dated. I read somewhere that cardiac arrest from overexertion is rare but I swear, at times, after multiple sets of multiples, I thought my heart would burst from my chest. We kept a pitcher of water in every room of the house just to hydrate quickly. He would stop for a drink and my mouth would be on him sucking his cock till his balls were again empty before he finished the glass .... it was like a game. Can I wash a sink full of dishes with him ramming me from behind against the counter before I cum? 

I never won. It made me happy.

Threesome. How much more sex could a sex addict have with an extra partner? It made me wet to imagine it.

So I asked him to pick the guy. Really any guy would do. Preferably one that wouldn't freak out about my addiction. I knew I was attractive but years of being told there was something wrong with me took its toll and I felt out of place with regular folk. Even guys can be judgemental when it comes to sexually aggressive females. Even they have issues with a female whose sexual deprivation goes deeper than their own. Someone who wouldn't run screaming from the room would work for me.

He played amateur baseball. I used to sit in the bleachers during his night games and watch him pitch; one hand holding the blanket around me closed the other rubbing my exposed clit. He knew this. He would glance over his shoulder in my direction, causing an instant gush between my legs. He'd wink then throw a fast ball at the plate. The smack of the ball into the catcher's glove echoed the sound my pussy would make later that night after everyone left, me bent over the pitcher's mound, face full of grass and dirt. Sometimes he would take me at home plate. 

The feel of the cold on my ass while he grunted and heaved cum into me would make feel dirty and used. God, how I loved that.

He had a friend, he said. One who played on his baseball team. One who said he thought I was hot.

So we talked. Then we invited his friend over. Then I talked. Then he talked. His friend sat there and didn't say a word. I left to let the guys talk. When I came back, the deal was struck.

I know it sounds stupid. As a woman, if I want to have sex with a guy or in this case two, then that's usually good enough for them. But I felt so grateful that these two men would do this for me, I wanted it to be very special for them. 

So I rented a room at the Skydome Hotel in Toronto for the night the Toronto Blue Jays were playing the Seattle Mariners. I figured they're baseball guys and we could watch the game from the hotel room window into the stadium.

The fact that everyone in the stadium could watch us in the hotel room never crossed this exhibitionist's mind ......

So he and I drove down to Toronto in the afternoon of the game. His friend would meet us later before the game started. We rushed up to the room (not much for the $600 I paid but the floor to ceiling glass window into the stadium was so worth it). The stadium was empty. We fucked on the two beds. We fucked in front of the bathroom mirror. We fucked three times on the floor in front of the glass window. Then we had a shower. I sucked him off then soaped my ass for him to ram. This would tie us over till his friend showed.

I fell onto the bed to rest with a silk robe wrapped around my happy naked flesh. He left to grab some food and a case of beer. I woke up alone to sounds from outside. I got up and moved to the window. The Jays were on the field in warm up uniforms. There were a few trainers and some guys grooming the area around the pitcher's mound. Standing at the window, looking down at these men, I felt so hot. My clit started to throb and I swear I could hear it moan. A couple of players in the outfield just below me were throwing a ball around, obviously loosening up before the game. I watched them and with my body practically pressed against the glass, began to rub my ass from behind. I closed my eyes and imagined what the turf of the outfield would feel like against it. I imagined myself on my hands and knees with turf burns, Blue Jays players lined up for blow jobs on one end and Mariners lined up to fuck my ass on the other. My finger wandered into my still slick ass. God, I was so close to coming at the thought.

I opened my eyes and they drifted down to the outfield. The two players had stopped and were looking up at me. I felt scared and excited at the same time. I still had on my robe and they couldn't see where my finger was so I guess I hadn't committed a felony as of yet. The one player smiled and then motioned with his finger in a twirling manner. My heart and clit jumped. Oh, god, I'm going to do it. Sure enough, without it seems any motion, the robe I wore slipped to the floor and both players smiled and nodded then went back to their warm up.

I backed away from the window until I knew that no one could see and set to furiously rubbing my clit and ass at the same time till I bucked and squirted and grunted and cursed my orgasm all over myself. He returned as I stood there, soaked, spent and flushed. He took one look at me and another at the robe in front of the window and laughed something about the Jays winning tonight. This is why I thought I loved him, I could do any whorish thing and he would think it was so hot.

So I showered again. 

He was sitting on the big chair at the window watching the stadium fill. I flopped to the bed naked, out of view from the glass to wait for his friend. I munched on some chips and drank a diet Pepsi, pretending to read a book and tried to ignore my insatiable kitty. He looked over his shoulder at me periodically, like he does when pitching, setting my loins afire but didn't come near.

It seemed like hours before the knock at the door set me bolt upright. He laughed and told me to answer the door wide. Naked I strolled to it, praying it was his friend and not some maid to ask if we wanted more towels, turned the knob and presented myself to the caller. The shock on his friend's face transformed fast into a smile which calmed my nerves and I grinned and grabbed his shirt to drag him into the hotel room, closing the door. His friend looked at him and he nodded then his friend kissed me full on, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him so I could feel his cock under his jeans. I swear I couldda cum right there in his arms but his friend let me go to check out the view and grab a beer. I stood there waiting, not sure what to do.

"After the game, Babe" he said to me then winking at his friend, grabbed another chair so they could both settle into watch the game. I feel back down on the bed. Instinct had my hand on my pussy.

"Yeah, none of that either till the game is over" he said sternly, telling me he was serious and I had better be a good girl. I groaned loud and they both laughed and clinked beer bottles. 

Shit. 

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to be drowning in ejaculate by now. Shit.

So I waited.

Fucking Jays went into extra innings!

They both took pity on me and in the bottom of the 11th , he closed the curtain to the stadium and motioned his friend toward me. God, I was so hot for it. I knelled on the bed and grabbed for his crotch, pulling and practically ripping his jeans to get at his cock.

"Unfurl it Boy" he yelled from the chair and when his friend's gigantic dick came springing out, I swear I heard his shocked mutter, "shit, now I've lost her" under his breath.

I didn't care. I could only think of getting it in my mouth. Wet and slobbering, I did the best I could without dislocating my jaw. I licked the full 11 inches from tip to choda and back, then sucked on the head while stroking his friend's shaft hard with both my hands.

I didn't think I was doing very good (there is such a thing as being too big ... sorta) but his friend moaned and thrust and then came oodles in my mouth so I guess his friend liked it.

I slipped to the floor and got on all fours with my head down. He knows what this means. Sure enough, he moved from the chair, abandoning the game and shoved his cock deep in my cunt. He grabbed my hair and yanked hard causing me to cry out and almost squirt. I guess he was right, it did turn him on to see me suck his friend and he rutted hard in me as multiple waves throbbed in my clit and I rode each orgasm to its fullest.

I knew they were both watching me, grunting, pushing back to get his full length in me, long hair matted and face contorted in the throes'. God, I could have stayed like that forever.

But all stories have to end. 

6 hours and 18 orgasms later, I begged them to leave me alone. They both laughed and I think a good time was had by all.

Oh yeah, the Jays won in the bottom of the 12th .