0 comments/ 168417 views/ 37 favorites Too Many Cocks By: Terrilyn I've been married 6 years, and my husband is great in bed. But after we'd tried every position, and made love every way two people can, we both realized it wasn't enough. We started sharing fantasies, some of them pretty wild. Then we got a little braver, and started living some of them out. The first was when my sister and I surprised my husband, Danny. Then we gave a 'tip' to a room service waiter that he'll never forget. There were others. But still, I wanted more. I guess I needed...a little danger. After talking it over many times, we finally decided to go for it. We'd scouted out all the bars off the highway, and picked a few that seemed about right. Not too close to home, not too popular, slightly rough crowd. That night we cruised them all, until I found the one I wanted. We stopped in the parking lot. "Are you sure about this?" Danny asked. "Not really," I replied. "But I guess I'll never know until I try, will I?" I was a little scared, but I was also already getting a little wet thinking about what lay ahead. "You can still back out if you want to," he reassured me. I thought about it for a moment. "No. I'm going to go for it. I might never have the nerve again." "OK, Babe," he answered. "Whatever you want." And he gave me that loving smile that says he'll do anything for me. I took off my jacket and tossed it in the back seat. Underneath, I was dressed more like a tramp than I'd ever dared outside of our bedroom before. Sling-back black heels so tall I could hardly walk in them. A black leather skirt that was just barely legal. Red lace crotchless panties. No stockings. A very very low-cut black leather top, with quite a bit of red lace bra spilling out of it. I pushed by tits up a little with my hands, not that they needed the help, but what the hell, might as well make the most of it, right? I pulled my long dark hair forward over one shoulder. "What do you think, honey?" I asked Danny. His open mouth told me all I needed to know. "Jesus!" he said. "I feel like raping you right now!" "Good!" I smiled. "That's just what I was hoping for!" I leaned over and gave him a warm wet kiss, then opened the car door and slid out. Leaning back in, I said "Remember the plan?" He nodded, speechless, and I closed the door, took a deep breath, and started walking toward the bar. I passed a few motorcycles and a couple of pickup trucks on the way in. Entering the door, I looked around and noticed through the smoke that besides the bartender, there were only 5 guys there. No women. The guys were all dressed in leather or denim, big, muscular, mostly long-haired. Perfect. I walked slowly over to the bar, trying to look graceful on those heels. Conversation stilled as every eye in the place turned to follow me. "Whiskey," I ordered, and the bartender put a glass full of amber liquid in front of me. I picked it up and drained it in one swallow, partly for the effect, and partly to help my nerve. I nodded at it, and the bartender refilled it. I lifted it and turned to survey the room. Most of the guys were still staring at me. Two were just finishing a game of eight-ball. I sauntered over, feeling the eyes follow me. "Can I play the winner?" I asked between shots. They stopped and looked up at me. "That's gonna be me," said the taller and burlier of the two. "And yeah, you can play." He looked at me a minute longer, then turned and lined up his shot on the eight ball. Turning a challenging gaze to me, he shot without looking, sinking the black ball. "You're up," he said. The other man made a disgusted noise and walked to the bar. I racked up the balls and my opponent nodded, apparently satisfied. As he lined up his break I noticed Danny come though the door. If I wasn't expecting him, I wouldn't have recognized him. He was dressed in ratty jeans, a John Deere cap, and a fleece vest. He went to the bar and ordered a beer. I heard the crash of the break just as the door opened, and a group of about 6 guys came bursting in, laughing and talking loudly. Danny looked at me with an alarmed expression, but I just shrugged, not willing to back out now. "Here goes nothing," I thought. My shot. I leaned low to line it up. My tits nearly fell out of my top, and the other player as well as every guy in the bar took a good look. Bending down made my skirt ride up until the bottom edge of my red panties was showing. A couple of the guys nudged each other and pointed, and I heard low voices. I sank the shot, and the big guy grunted his approval. I moved around to the opposite side of the table, facing the bar, and leaned even lower. My nipples brushed the felt. I liked the feeling, and they poked out a little more. All conversation stopped as all the guys stared, waiting to see if my boobs would fall out. The shot went in, and there were some surprised noises around the room. "Nice shot," said the big fella. "You've played this before." "Yeah, some, " I answered. "Care to make it a little more interesting?" he asked, with a gleam in his eye. "Sure," I responded. "What did you have in mind?" "If I win, you suck my cock," he said with a leer. "What if I win?" I asked, and hoots went up around the room. He laughed. "You name it." The rest of the bar joined in the laughter. I challenged him. "If I win, you'll do whatever I want." He couldn't back down now. "Sure, yeah, whatever," he said. "But it ain't gonna happen." I lifted an eyebrow at him, then looked around the room. "How about the rest of you pansies?" I said in a sneering tone. "You want in on this?" "What do you mean?" asked one bearded, leather-clad man. "If Chuckles here beats me, I'll suck his cock. After I'm done with him, I'll suck anyone else who wants it." The hoots and cheers rattled the walls. "Yeah, what if he loses?" asked another guy. There were shouts of derision, but the guy kept watching me. He'd seen my first two shots. When the noise died down, I answered. "Same deal. I win, you ALL do exactly what I tell you." The room was quiet. They didn't like the sound of that, but hell, they weren't walking away either. "I'm in," said the bearded guy. "Yeah! Me too!" came a chorus of agreement from the rest of the bar. I looked around at each guy and smiled. They all leered back. Still my shot. I sank the three, the five and the seven easily. The four was almost out of reach. I had to lean way across the table with one foot in the air. I might have lifted it a little higher than I absoultely had to, just to let the boys enjoy the view. I'm not sure if they could tell my panties were crotchless, but they sure got a full view of my nice, tight, red-lace-covered ass. I heard a murmur behind me, and a muffled "Holy shit!" from one spectator. The four droopped in the corner, and my friend was starting to look nervous. All I had left was the two and the eight, and his balls were all still on the table. They made it tough for me, though. I couldn't get a clear shot at the two with his balls in the way. Time for something fancy. I put a little english on the cue ball and it jumped right over his balls, clicked against the two and sent it spinning into the side pocket. The big man's jaw dropped. "Are you hustling me?" he demanded. "What's the matter?" I said, with a smile. "Afraid of a GIRL?" More hoots went up around the bar, and he looked pissed. There was no way he could back out now. One ball left. I walked slowly around the table, bending low to check out the angles, and giving everyone more views from in front and behind. All the guys seemed to be breathing heavier for some reason. I found an angle I liked, and set it up. Looking up at Chuckles, I smiled, and holding his eyes, shot. The eight ball rolled slowly across the table, and dropped. "Shit!" he said, and cheers went up around the room. Big hands clapped me on the back and another drink was pushed into my hand as I received congratulations on the finest shooting they ever did see. Finally the room quieted, and I saw the big man watching me warily. "Ready to settle up?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He heaved a sigh. "Yeah, I guess. What do you want?" "Hmm, let's see. You wanted me to suck your cock, huh? Why don't you take it out and let me see what you've got?" He gave me a strange look, but the urging of his friends gave him no room to back out. He unbuckled a wide leather belt, unzipped his pants, and whipped it out. Oh my. It was certainly in proportion with the rest of him. Long, thick and muscular looking. I moved closer and took it in my hand, and it immediately began stiffening. "Not bad," I said. "Tell you what. I might suck it for you, but I need to see what else we have here tonight." I patted his dick, then let it go and turned to the crowd. "All right, guys, time to pay up." I saw some smiles, and some looks of misgiving. "Why don't you all have a seat at the bar." There were some grumbles, but everyone gradually moved to the bar and hopped up on a stool. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny at one end, grinning at me. I started the speech I'd been rehearsing, with some minor changes. "Well guys, you lost your bet, but I'm not going to make it too painful for you. Here's the plan." I moved over next to my billiards partner and put a hand on his shoulder. "You guys got me kind of hot, and I need some satisfaction." More hoots and whistles. I waited for them to quiet down. I turned to my new friend. "What's you name, honey?" "Cal." "OK. Here's what we're going to do. I'd love to take you all on, but you're too many even for me. So I'm going to pick the ones I want, and I'm going to fuck your brains out right here on this pool table." They looked at me in shocked silence, their mouths open. "But before I choose, I need you all to open your pants up so I can see what we have to work with here." I moved up to one end of the bar, and a stringy-haired biker pulled out a long, thin dick, already hard. I patted it and moved on. The guys each struggled to get his dick out. They were all sizes and shapes, some of them already hard, some of them on the way. I stroked each one a little as I passed, assesing, and smiling at the guys. At the end of the row Danny was already hard, and I spent a little extra time stroking him and fondling his balls. I was enjoying the feeling of power over these big guys, and I certainly enjoyed fondling all the nice cocks. "Very nice I said. You'll do. Come with me." I walked back down the row, pausing to tug on three more hard dicks. Yum yum. "You," I said, "and you, and you. Come with me." I walked over to the pool table and hopped up on the edge. "Come here, Cal," I ordered. He moved over in front of me. "Take your clothes off, Cal. All of them." He shrugged out of his shirt and dropped his pants. Nice. Lots of muscles, less hair than I expected. His cock stood at attention in front of me, and I took it in my hand. "I'm going to thank Cal here for being such a good sport," I said. "Menawhile," I went on to Danny and the other three, "I want you to strip too. I'll be ready for you in a minute." I raised my voice. "The rest of you can watch, or you can leave, but that's all." I dropped my voice again, and addressed the 5 guys in front of me. "I'm counting on you to protect me, all right? Things get out of hand, and the party's over." They all nodded and murmured assent. "Good enough," I said. "Now get those clothes off." And without another word, I hopped off the table, got on my knees, and swallowed Cal's big cock. With one hand I cupped his big balls, and with the other, I stroked up and down the shaft with the movement of my mouth. Cal started rumbling deep in his chest, and his body started moving in time with mine until his ryhthm accelerated and he started fucking my mouth. It was almost more than I could hold. I noticed the other guys, naked now, standing around me with their erections in their hands. The rest of the crowd was closing in too, trying to get a better look. Some of the naked guys were holding up their hands, signalling them to stay back. Good boys. Cal's hand gripped the back of my head, and he started shoving that big cock into my mouth faster and faster. A growl escaped his lips and grew to a roar,as he finally burst loose and filled my mouth with hot cum. It was incredible, there was so much of it, and it kept coming. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but some leaked out and ran down my face. I released Cal, who staggered back to a chair and collapsed, looking dazed. I smiled at him, and wiped up the dripping cum with a finger, then licked it off. "Yum!" I said. "Thanks, Cal. I guess you won after all!" I stood up. "I wonder if you boys would help me get out of these clothes?" Eight hands quickly stripped me of my top, my skirt and my shoes. The bra went next, and I held out a hand. "Wait, boys. These panties make me feel sexy, and I'd like to keep them on, if you don't mind." I hopped back up on the edge of the table and spread my legs, showing my wet pussy lips through the hole in the red lace. I stroked myself, and said "Don't you think it's sexy?" Their eyes gave me the answer as they moved closer. I looked around and picked the largest of the cocks, and took it in my hand. "Honey, do you think you could fill up this little hole of mine?" I asked him, batting my eyelashes. "Damn straight!" he grunted, and moved forward as I lay back on the table. I pulled him closer and guided his throbbing cock into my waiting hole. I was absolutely dripping with anticipation after all the foreplay. He took my heels in his hands and held my legs straight up in the air, then suddenly all at once forced his entire cock inside of me. I gasped and began spasming immediately. It felt incredible. My pussy clutched hard around his pumping cock as I cried out. Like it was a signal, the other men crowded around me. I kissed a mouth that met mine without ever opening my eyes, and felt several hands on my breasts. My entire body was being stroked, and I felt hard cocks pressing against me as the one inside of me pounded and pounded. I don't think the orgasms ever stopped. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in tighter, and he suddenly erupted in a hot jet that flooded my cunt and ran out around his cock. Someone pulled him away and another cock immediately took its place, thrusting inside of me. My pussy felt swollen and hot. I could feel that hard pounding cock with every nerve ending inside of me. I shuddered with each motion. His hands pressed down on my shoulders as his pace quickened, and I arched my back to push my cunt up to meet him. I heard a strange animal sound, a high-pitched grunting and moaning coming in time with the thrusting, and realized it was coming from my throat. "Fuck me!" I screamed. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck me Fuck me FUCK ME!!" I screamed and thrashed and another wave of orgasm after orgasm washed over me. Close around me the other guys were tugging their dicks and one couldn't take it anymore, suddenly groaning and spurting a white jet onto my face and tits while I writhed. The man fucking me roared, pulled his dick out of me and poured cum over me like a fire hose, directing his stream to join the one already painting my tits. I grabbed the nearest face and shoved my tongue into his mouth, biting his lips in passion. I pulled his face away and rolled him onto his back, climbing on top of him in the sixty-nine position. I scrambled over him in desperate lust, shoving my cum-soaked pussy into his face and sucking his entire rigid cock into my mouth. I was feeling no patience. I sucked that cock as hard and fast as I could and ground my pussy into him, feeling his lipstonguefingers working me, cleaning the cum out of my snatch and probing inside of me. His head was on the edge of the pool table where I squatted over him, and hands began rubbing my ass as he licked me. Fingers rubbed my cunt juice over my ass and up and down my crack, each brush of my asshole sending a spasm of pleasure through me. I moved back a little, spreading my thighs, and a finger probed my asshole, then suddenly entered. I felt my sphincter tighten around the finger, then relax as it probed further and began sliding in and out. The tongue on my clit combined with the fingerfucking and the hard cock in my mouth brought me to another shuddering orgasm and I howled incoherently as the man beneath me suddenly spasmed and ejected a rope of white cum into my mouth. I swallowed greedily as he wriggled out from under me, my teeth catching his cock as I reluctantly let it go. The finger in my ass was withdrawn, and I began to gather myself to choose my next victim, when suddenly strong hands ripped my panties off like they were made of tiisue paper. The finger was replaced by something larger, harder and more insistent. I struggled a little, but strong hands gripped my hips and held me steady as the enormous rod forced its way into my ass. Oh my god! I hadn't planned on this, and I struggled, but there was no escape. The enormous cock ravaged my asshole, plunging in and out of me, and I finally relaxed enough to stop resisting and began to move with it. There were no coherent thoughts in my brain, just a dim animal consciousness cohering around the sensations in my sexual organs. I focused on the new feeling and felt a growing pleasure spreading from the pounding rod. I found myself pushing back against each thrust, urging him deeper. The man let out a strangled growl and I felt warm wetness erupt in my asshole. It dribbled out as he withd! rew and ran down over my pussy. Exhausted, I crawled back up on the table and flopped onto my side, my breath heaving. My pussy and asshole throbbed. I'd lost count of how many times I'd come. Had I serviced all the men? I must have, but I'd lost track. I felt gentle hands stroking my arms and legs, my back, soothing me. A man's firm body snuggled up behind me on the pool table, and his arms wrapped around me, cuddling me. I looked back over my shoulder. Danny! Of course. But there was a strange look in his eyes. I realized that something hard was pressing into me from Danny's middle. I guess I hadn't taken care of everyone yet. I turned my head further and pulled him into a kiss, then released him and pushed my body back into his, signalling my willingnees to please him. "I love you," he whispered in my ear. I reached between my legs and found Danny's big hard cock. Lifting one leg, I eased it gingerly into my sore pussy. He began moving slowly, aware that I was tender, but desperately needing relief of his own. My eyes were closed, and I was surprised to feel a bearded face press against mine, and a tongue between my lips. Hands squeezed my breasts, then tugged hard at my nipples. A shiver of pleasure shot through me. The face moved away, and I felt a familiar hardness at my lips, I opened them to admit another stiff cock, and begain slurping it up and down. Several hands grasped me and roughly rolled me over, with Danny on his back beneath me. His cock slipped out. I opened my eyes briefly and saw a sea of men around me, including some of the spectators, Noone was restraining them now. They moved closer, cocks in their hands. The man on the table continued to fuck my mouth, and I closed my eyes again. Hands roughly pushed my legs open, and I felt Danny's cock slip! almost naturally into my wet asshole. Hands directed both of mine to other hard cocks and I felt another press urgently into my pussy. I had a cock everywhere a woman could now. I was exhausted, but I realized this was exactly what I wanted. I pulled the cocks in my hands, sucked hard on the one in my mouth, and felt Danny and the stranger pounding in rhthym inside my ass and pussy. I felt wetness on my breasts, and opened my eyes to see the crowd of men still closer. Everyone I wasn't fucking, sucking or jerking off was stroking his own cock. One after another spurted his load onto me. I was covered in cum, dripping off me in warm streams. Too Many Cocks The start of this story was in Christmas 2009 and spring of 2010; the finish is as of the middle of last summer. * I was a real "late bloomer," someone that Hans Christian Anderson called an "Ugly Duckling." I turned from an ugly duckling into a swan about as fast as anyone I knew ever heard of. Between Christmas of my senior year in High School and my graduation (and 18th birthday) in June, I grew two inches, lost 15 pounds, got real boobs, got rid of my braces on my teeth, and toned my thighs, buttocks and waist (part natural, part as a result of intense triathlete training and playing softball). I went from two dates all through High School to being hit on by almost every guy in school (although turnabout is fair play, so I -- politely -- shot them all down except for the two guys who asked me out before my transformation). Much to my embarrassment, on about 40 Facebook pages of classmates I saw that I was referred to as "Killer," as in "Killer Thighs." Even though I came from a religiously conservative family (we had two religions, Catholicism and the Boston Red Sox, the first only slightly more important than the second) I also developed a realistic view of my sexuality in the three months before my graduation, and was much looking forward to sexual experimentation in college. Therefore I went on birth control pills (without my parents' knowledge) even though I only had had intercourse a handful of times (with a condom). I had identical triplets for older brothers -- almost exactly three years older than me -- all ending their junior years in college when I graduated High School. All three were always nice to me growing up. But as is typical of little sisters, especially ugly duckling ones, I was a burden to them sometimes, and they rarely let me tag along on their activities -- except Red Sox games -- unless my parents insisted. Though they looked identical, and were equally physically fit having each having played three sports every year since I can remember, my brothers had very different personalities. Their differences were complimentary, though, so they were best of friends in addition to being siblings, and always covered for each other -- most of the time Dion and Alan covering for Brett. Dion was always anxious to please, and wanted to be friends with everyone. He was the most obedient and conservative one growing up, and never got into trouble at school. A "perfect" son. He had a series of girlfriends, but sometimes led with his chin, and more than once got burned. Alan was a devil; he loved to play practical jokes, especially on his siblings, was a cut-up in class, had a great sense of humor, and could tell stories that would make you squirm and laugh at the same time. Everyone seemed to like his sense of humor, however, and he rarely got into trouble. Like Dion he had a series of girlfriends, but never led with his chin, and never really got burned. Brett was the opposite of Dion. He could care less what anyone thought of him. "If you don't like it, get fucked," was his mantra. He was aggressive in everything, constantly got in trouble (including fights) in school, church, at home, virtually anywhere he ventured, sometimes even Wrigley Field (for those of you who aren't diehard baseball fans, that is the home of the Red Sox). He never had a serious girlfriend that I knew about. His reputation was that he would fuck almost anything in a skirt, was always on the prowl, and he had a charm that made most of the girls he knew want to fuck him too! He broke a lot of hearts, but never his. Though really close in High School -- and afterward -- Dion, Alan and Brett attended different colleges. I hadn't seen any of them since Christmas when they came home after finals in June. My parents were the real "carrot and stick" type when it came to academics. Combined with a birthday present (my brothers were born a week and three years before me) they promised my brothers and I summer trips of our choosing if we made the dean's list (for them) or honor roll (for me). We all did, and stunned them with the trip we chose. We four siblings had talked over the phone, and texted each other, and decided we wanted to go together on a Red Sox West Coast road trip, to see them play games in Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Arizona. We would get bleacher tickets in advance to each game, and fly to Seattle (the start of the trip) and rent an R. V. and drive to all the other venues, and fly home from Phoemix. Our parents agreed despite the fact that it would be very expensive. Brett was the first one to arrive home from college for the summer. I was trimming our next door neighbor's bushes to get some spending money wearing shorts and a tank top, and had my back to him. Apparently my bubble butt and killer thighs were highly visible. Brett greeted me using his best pick-up line (he had once given me a tutorial on them, and ranked them for me), and when I turned around and he saw it was me his jaw nearly hit the floor. As I ran up to him and gave him a big hug he was as speechless as I had ever seen him. His only words were essentially "Gee, Amy, you really look different!" By the time Dion and Alan arrived Brett must have talked to them because while they were wide-eyed when they first saw me and told me I looked great, they didn't try a pick-up line on me (ha, ha). Once all of them were home and we discussed our trip, I found out that the three of them intended to take their home town girlfriends with us on the road, and hoped I was OK with that. Since we had rented about the biggest RV imaginable -- three bedrooms, two baths, and a loft sleeping area for me -- I wasn't going to let that dissuade me from going. Obviously I was sworn to secrecy about it since my parents would not have approved. I knew the three "girlfriends;" Brett's was Wendy, Alan's was Betsy (believe it or not, Wendy's younger sister), and Dion's was June. I liked Betsy and June. As far as I was concerned Wendy was one of the biggest bitches in history, and I was sure Brett was taking her only because she fucked like a mink. While Alan and Dion were horny and would be fucking too, Brett took fucking to a different level. Even though the RV had pretty good sound insulation, there was no mistaking the fucking noises coming from the three bedrooms as I slept in the loft. That was a little harder on me than I thought it would be considering that I was now on the pill and looking forward to major sex in college. I had to work my little clit over vigorously with my fingers. Just two days into the trip a complication arose. June's mother got very sick and she had to fly back. Just three days in -- we hadn't left Colorado yet -- Wendy and I got into an argument. She said some really nasty things to me, and Brett blew up at her at told her to go home. Unfortunately she pressured Betsy into going with her (even though she didn't want to), leaving Dion sad. I thanked and apologized to Brett; his response "No problem. She didn't fuck worth a damn anyway." The only good news, the Red Sox swept the Mariners. Despite that, there was much gloom by my three brothers as we drove to San Francisco despite my best efforts to cheer them up. Fortunately there was a day off between games. Unfortunately, the three of them started looking at me like lions would a gazelle. Three horny cocks and only one little sister pussy; not a good situation for three twenty one-year-olds with their hormones raging. At an RV park near Flagstaff, I was awakened in the middle of the night by sounds at the door. My brothers slept more soundly than I did and apparently didn't hear it. I looked through the curtain on the door window and saw two guys fiddling with the door knob. I ran to get Brett, who was lying stark naked in bed with his dick half hard. I really liked its look but had the attempted break-in on my mind. So I woke Brett up, he put on some shorts, and went to the door. It turned out to be a couple of drunks. They were relatively hard to dissuade, but Brett was in no mood to screw around. They got the idea, and left after he threatened to kick their asses, and they weren't too drunk to figure out he could. [I guess I never mentioned it before -- all three of my brothers are about 6'4", 220-240 pounds with sculptured arms and legs.] I thanked Brett profusely, and in my shorty teddy was still shaking from the incident. Then what turned out to be the fateful question: "Can I sleep in your room tonight, I'm really shook up." Though he raised an eyebrow for a second his response was "Sure Amy, no problem." I had the weirdest dream that night. I dreamt I was being fucked senseless by a faceless dude. After getting fucked in my dream, I dreamt that I went after my lover's cock to suck on it. I woke up from my dream to "What the hell?" There I was with Brett's rock hard cock, pulled out from his fly, in my hand and mouth with him staring down at me with a perplexed look on his face. "What are you doing Amy?" I was startled. While for some reason I didn't move my hand off his cock I said "Brett I was having this very vivid dream. I'm really sorry I don't know how this happened." Brett was about as calm as I have ever seen him in a stressful situation when he propped himself up -- without making any attempt to get my hand off his cock -- made intense eye contact, and replied: "Amy , I think we really need to have a talk. I am as horny as I ever have been in my life, since I was expecting three weeks of animal sex and my expected partner is gone. To top it off, you look sexier than any other girl I can remember. So I don't care if you are my sister, if you don't leave my bed within 15 seconds I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you." I sat there frozen with -- I'm sure -- an astonished look on my face, never having let go off his dick. I guess I was there longer than 15 seconds because Brett eventually gently grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me toward him, and started French kissing me passionately. I tried to push him away saying "No Brett, we can't do this, mom and dad will kill us," but I couldn't budge him. After a couple of minutes I gave up trying, especially since by then he had laid me on my back, removed my panties with my unconscious help, and cupped one of my tits. Once I stopped pushing all hell broke loose. He moved his mouth from my mouth to my pussy, continued fondling one tit, and moved the other hand to assist his mouth in finding my clit and pleasuring my cunt. I had never been eaten before and couldn't be exactly sure what was going on or how accomplished Brett was. All I know is that he provided an infinitely better experience with his mouth and hands on my vagina and boobs than masturbation or the several condom fucks that I had had. After an orgasm that I was sure was by far the most intense of my life by a factor of two, as I gyrated and twisted my whole body, Brett sucked my tits for a while and once again went after my pussy with his mouth and this time both hands. A warm feeling quickly built up in me, I could feel my mind drifting away, I could feel liquid dribbling from my gash, and then another climax wracked my body, even more intense than the first one. That was just a mild warm-up for the ardor that followed. I had always seen Brett spirited in everything he did, but what I had noticed was nothing compared to his sexual aggressiveness. Before my second oral orgasm had even subsided, he turned me onto my hands and knees and drove his cock into my soaking wet pussy. This was my first natural cock ever. It was real deep and since gentle was not Brett's way, it was soon pounding in me like a piston in a cylinder of a car going 100 mph. I don't know how he did it, but while pounding the shit out of me he massaged an ass cheek with one hand and with the other stimulated my by now engorged clitoris, while licking and biting my back, shoulders, and neck. I was paralyzed by pleasure, afraid if I did anything the pleasure would stop, as he kept pounding, massaging, and fingering away. I don't know how long it was, but eventually I was again wracked by another orgasm, at least twice as powerful as either previous one. Then I felt his cum washing the walls of my vagina as he grunted with each blast. The pleasure was so great it almost seemed like I was hallucinating. I felt I was looking down on myself as I was being properly fucked for the first time in my life, and licking my lips at the sight. Thinking back, I probably was either unconscious or just semi-conscious by the time Brett finally stopped pummeling me. I don't even remember him pulling out. But I do remember being turned on my back again and him sucking each of my tits in turn while he massaged my crotch and earlobes or temples with his hands. For some reason I sensed Brett was after an all-nighter, and given my state of consciousness I knew of no escape. Nor did I want to! I remember only highlights of the rest of the night/morning. What delicious highlights they are, though! It seemed almost like Brett thought this might be his only chance to fuck me, and was going to take maximum advantage of it. I don't know where he got the stamina. But as far as I could tell he remained hard for most of the night. He fucked me missionary, with my ankles on his shoulders, with me laying on my right side, then left side, with me laying on my stomach, with me laying on top of him, with me sitting on his lap facing him, and with me sitting on his lap facing away from him. He ejaculated in me twice more during the night/morning, and I came at least six more times. Our last fuck was in the morning with me sitting on his lap facing him, and with the sun already up. I was facing away from the door, and I could swear I heard it open, but in the sex-induced semi-trance I was in the entire night I was having a hard time recognizing reality. I do know that I had my final orgasm of the session then, and though I bit into Brett's should to muffle the sound, I was far from quiet as he rocketed his last load of the session into me. Shortly after the last fire hose blast into my pussy, I felt and saw Brett get up and leave the room. He covered my naked body with a sheet before he left. My pussy and nipples were very sore, but I had a euphoric feeling that transcended every other good feeling in my entire life. About 11 a.m. the motion of the RV on a rough road awakened me. I dragged my ass out of bed and took a shower. I cautiously soaped my crotch and nipple areas, but was surprised at how quickly they had recovered -- an advantage of being 18 I guess. I got dressed and went into the main part of the RV. Fortunately, I was so hungry and thirsty that I was preoccupied with obtaining sustenance, and didn't consider that it might be awkward to see Alan or Dion, let alone Brett. Alan was in the dining area, Brett was driving, and Dion was sitting up front next to him. They were having a fairly animated conversation that I couldn't hear too well, but I know I heard "Amy" several times. Alan helped me make a sandwich and got me a soda. As I was eating he asked: "Am , can we have a frank discussion?" I knew what was coming. But Alan was a straightforward guy, and always had been non-judgmental when it came to me, so I didn't know how I could avoid it. "Sure," I said, with my mouth half-full. "Dion and I know that Brett had sex with you last night." "Oh." "We feel we have the right to know why and how it happened." "Uh, well. I can't exactly say. There were guys trying to get into the RV, Brett chased them away, I was scared and asked to sleep in his room for protection, I was dreaming, and when I woke up from the dream my mouth and hand were on his penis. After that, I guess he just couldn't help himself." "Were you a willing participant?" Still slowly chewing I said "Uh, well, uh, yes." "Then your story jives with Brett's." "Oh, what did he say about it?" "You mean besides that it was the best sex of his life, and that you were the most amazing woman he had ever seen with the tightest most muscular pussy in the world, and that he'd die for another night with you?" My jaw dropped; food spilled out onto the small table in the compact room; to say that I was at a loss for words would be the understatement of the year. Alan kept staring at me; it was, just like the previous day, a stare like a lion looking at a gazelle. But given my innate intelligence, my sparkling public speaking abilities, and my grace under pressure, I came up with the perfect response: "Oh!" "Listen Amy, I never thought I would ever be having a conversation like this. You know that all three of us have loved you your whole life and want only what's best for you. But your transformation since Christmas has turned us into slobbering sex fiends." "Did I change that much?" As Alan rolled his eyes, he put his hands together up to his mouth, and then after what seemed like a half hour pause, but likely was only 20 seconds, he continued as he turned red: "Amy, you are now the hottest woman I have ever seen. It's like my little sister has been replaced by a goddess. It is really rough being around you now...and, well, after...." "You mean after last night?" "Yes. You've got three ultra horny guys with you in an RV; three aching cocks, and only one pussy; and the pussy is attached to the sexiest woman in the world. I'm afraid that I can't take it and am going to fly home tomorrow." I was in no mood to finish my sandwich, which I had been nibbling on now more out of nervousness than hunger. I was making fervid eye contact with Alan, I'm sure with my mouth open again, as he sighed and got up. I grabbed his hand and looked up at him. "Maybe there is an alternative. Let me think about it. We'll talk again after the game tonight." With an enormous smile and a sly look on his face Alan continued "What if Dion feels the same way I do?" "I'll think some more!" I replied with a grin as wide as Texas. Shortly after our conversation, we arrived near the Giants' stadium. We picked up our tickets, and got a good meal at a local restaurant. Brett and I only smiled at each other, but I noticed he was walking bowlegged, and occasionally winced. Alan and Dion were more attentive than I had ever seen them. There is nothing they wouldn't do to make my life easier, and both offered to buy me anything I looked at when we did a little window shopping after our late lunch. The attentiveness of all three of my brothers continued before, during, and after the game -- a Red Sox victory in the 9th inning that got us very vocal and happy, but also got us so many dirty looks from other fans I was really glad to be with three big guys. They brought a cushion for me to sit on, they brought me all the food and drinks I wanted, Alan caught a Red Sox home run ball and gave it to me -- I had never been fawned over so much in my life. Their activities -- the home run ball in particular -- made my decision easy. As we walked back to the RV from the game I held Alan's hand, and halfway there stopped and whispered in his ear "I hope you will treat me right when we sleep together tonight." He said nothing -- but he lifted me off the ground so that I was eye level with him and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then set me down. It was obvious that Alan had talked to Dion and Brett, because after we played one game of cards in the RV, they retired for the evening. Once they were in their rooms, Alan wasted no time. While not as aggressive as Brett, he was definitely a man on a mission. Alan picked me up and while holding me in his arms with his left arm under my legs and butt, French kissed me and rubbed the back of my head with his right hand. After a couple of minutes of this passionate kissing, he carried me into his bedroom, gently laid me on his bed, while staring at me took off all his clothes revealing a massive, twitching, hard on, then knelt on the bed and started to undress me. Too Many Cocks As he gently undressed me we kissed and I stroked his cock with my hand, almost every stroke resulting in another twitch. Once I was naked he straddled me with his cock and balls over my face, and his face at my pussy. My first 69 ever! I know I wasn't the best, never really having sucked cock or balls before, but I was enthusiastic. It really made it better that the first time was with someone I had a real, true affection for. I must have done something right because when I sucked one of his testicles (he had a very loose ball sack) into my mouth and ran my tongue over it, he let out an enormous, low, pleasure moan. Meanwhile -- back at my pussy -- he was doing a great job of stimulating me. He was much more calm and deliberate than Brett was, but did just as good a job of setting me off. I climaxed hard twice from his oral stimulation. By then, we were both more than ready for some heavy duty fucking. Apparently Alan had a real favorite position. After I came down from my second orgasm he laid me primarily on my back with my left foot and calf on his neck and shoulder and shoved his cock into my pussy. He held my left leg with his left hand, worked on my clit with his right hand, and paid rapt attention to my reaction. In this position his cock couldn't penetrate me completely, but it was in deep enough to provide plenty of pleasure, and he could easily pull his dick head virtually completely out of my cunt and then push it back in without the fear of "missing." His dick head was thicker than the shaft. The head going in, then completely out, of my vagina really, really felt great, and it was clear that he was getting as much enjoyment out of my reaction -- full of moans, eye fluttering, and cupping of my own breasts -- as he was out of my tight pussy massaging his cock. Alan also seemed to have great ejaculation control. He deliberately brought me through one orgasm, which was so violent that I literally started shaking all over, and then as he sensed I was starting a second he injected a mammoth wad of cum into me. Rather than coming in spurts like Brett's did, it seemed to be one massive load followed by another small one. The massive load did the trick, and put me way over the top. I hope I didn't scream loudly enough to wake up Brett and Dion (assuming that they really were trying to sleep and they didn't have their ears to our room door, or a wall), but I guess I really didn't care because they knew I was fucking Alan, and it felt sooo goddamn good! After lethargically slipping in and out of me for another couple of minutes after my tsunami orgasm, Alan moved my leg off of his neck, while still penetrating me. He then did a quick roll-over pulling me on top of him, and pushed his dick all the way inside me while holding my tits tightly against his chest. That is how we fell asleep. We both woke up to go to the washroom in the middle of the night. When Alan returned he kissed me deeply, put me on my hands and knees, licked my cunt for a good five minutes until I was begging him to penetrate me, and then went in balls deep. He pumped furiously -- almost half as frenzied as Brett (ha, ha) -- and detonated another cum torpedo in me after about five minutes more, sending me to my fifth orgasm of the night. When we woke up the next morning I realized just how much cum Alan had infused in me. My God, my pussy was like a leaky faucet. As Alan was stroking my hair and we were lightly kissing I gave me a hard time about it: "How many gallons did you pump into me bro?" "Hey, I had blue balls. I needed last night more than anything else ever in my life for many reasons, including that I had so much cum built up in me it was about to spill out of my throat." "Oh poor baby. Now get a wash cloth and clean me up." Needless to say, Alan performed his task with alacrity. After breakfast, the four of us went on a great hike up a mountain. Every time Alan saw me wiping some more cum off my thigh he giggled, while I shot him a fake dagger look. The cum dried up quickly in the summer heat, but I was really going to need a shower to get the caked cum off of me when we got back. On the hike Dion was fawning over me so much I was getting embarrassed. Finally, I held him back as the other two went a dozen or so yards ahead, held his hands, smiled slyly at him, and said "Dion -- I promise to fuck you tonight. You don't need to wipe every bead of sweat off my forehead." He let out a big sigh, kissed me quickly, whispered "I just might nail you in the shower before then," then smiled and ran to catch up with the others. When we were done with the hike I felt great, except for the dried perspiration all over my body, and Alan's remaining cum caked on my thighs. I had forgotten about Dion's "nail" comment as I was letting the water stream over my head, therefore I was startled when the stall door opened and Dion snuck in. Since we had only a limited amount of water in the RV tanks, he turned off the shower after he wet himself down and pulled me tight to him. Though my triplet brothers were supposedly physically identical, I found out one way Dion was different than his brothers. He had a longer dick by at least two inches, and it was noticeably bigger around too. There wasn't much room to maneuver in the shower stall, and his dick seemed to be about as long as the stall was wide (ha, ha), so without much ado he lifted me up by my ass cheeks so that my cunt was even with his dick, penetrated me, and held my back tightly against the wall. I don't know if it was his normal M. O., or he was just adapting to the situation, but instead of primarily moving his dick in and out, he moved me -- and his dick relative to my cunt -- up and down as much as in and out. Every time I moved down and his dick moved up, he banged into my clit. After a couple of minutes of this I was virtually weeping with pleasure as I tightly hugged his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. He came shortly after that, spray after spray covering the whole vertical extent of my cervix since his dick penetrated every millimeter of my vagina when he pumped in. What a delight! Wow, Holy Shit, OMG, Sweet, Oh Yeah, and every other exclamation you can think of! Once he filled me, Dion became flaccid more quickly than his brothers (now, the experienced sexpot that I am, I have hypothesized that big dicks don't get quite as hard as normal ones and get flaccid more quickly), and withdrew. We kissed, sometimes passionately; other times gently, in the stall for another five minutes, turned on the water for a few minutes more to wash off our newly acquired sweat and cum, and then got out and got ready for the game. We four were a happy bunch that night at the game -- even a Red Sox loss couldn't depress us. All three of my brothers gave me loving hugs, kisses, and touches throughout as well as on the way back to the R. V., and fawned over me as much as the night before. I can't tell you how much fun and how satisfying it was to have all three of my brothers passionately fucking me. Now that I had fucked each of them I was determined that we set up a system so that there was no tension between them over me. Given that my pussy had recovered quickly after my marathon, zealous fuck session with Brett (faster than his dick recovered because he was obviously still a little sensitive), and felt great now ever after fucking three times in the last twenty hours or so, I was certain that it could satisfy all three cocks. When we got back to the R. V. the four of us had a heart-to-heart. It was really strange being the one in charge, with my three older brothers deferring to me. I guess that is how life works, however, when you're the only one with a pussy and the people wearing the cocks have sky high libidos. My solution -- I would fuck two of them once each during the day, sleep with the third that night with as many fucks as were mutually acceptable, and then rotate the next day. I don't think I ever saw my brothers more happy. After our talk Dion got me a glass of juice, I kissed Brett and Alan, and led Dion to bed, whispering to him "I want a real slow fuck tonight in the missionary position. You OK with that?" "Whatever you want sis," he replied with a possum grin on his face, "Your pussy is in charge." As I lay in bed with Dion slowly pushing his big dick all the way in, and then unhurriedly moving it back almost completely out, as he twisted a nipple with one of his hands and I ran my hands up and down his muscular back, a serene feeling came over me. I didn't know how long I would remain in heaven, but there were at least twelve more days on the Red Sox road trip, and I resolved to get maximum pleasure out of every one of them! Too Many Cocks The fucking went on and on, people changing places now and then, but I was only barely conscious. My orgasms flowed one into the other without any interruption. Cum poured into my cunt, my ass and my mouth, and dripped from my face and tits. I think I must have been fucked by every man in the room, some more than once, but I lost count. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was being wrapped in warm clean sheets. I opened my eyes, and I was in my own bedroom. Danny was tenderly wrapping me up and tucking me in. I reached up and pulled him down for a brief kiss. "Thank you," I said, and passed out again.