This is Part 6 of a continuing story of how I became a lover of group sex. It has been my life.  Please read parts 1 - 5 in order first.

 

Going back to school after the holidays was a shock to the system.   I went from having sex every day, to juggling it in whenever I could.   My fingers were getting a workout every night and I was going my hardest to fit four fingers in so that I could enjoy that ‘fat’ stretched feeling I loved so much.

 

I was meeting my boyfriend at his house on the weekends and occasionally after school when we could arrange it.   Going to different schools made it that bit more difficult to coordinate.   The sex was still good and I was just as enthusiastic when his brother joined us.   Having a three way became a far more casual event for me and I promoted it that way to make the boys more relaxed about it.   Having the both of them together seemed more natural for me.   One never seemed to go long enough.   When I fucked my boyfriend alone, I always wished there was another one to take over when he finished.

 

Obtaining condoms all the time was becoming a real pain to us all.   I decided that being on the pill would be much easier, safer and may present me with a few more options.   Many of the boys at school suddenly seemed more attractive to me and I was apparently more interesting to them.   I was reasonably friendly with one of the ‘in crowd’ girls who hadn’t made a habit of shunning me in the past; at least, not when we were alone.   I asked her about a doctor to get the pill from without too many questions.   This opened up an avalanche of questions from her.   Why did I need it?   Was I fucking?   Who?   I told her about the holiday romance with my boyfriend, leaving out all references to his brother.   She duly gave me her doctor’s name and I went to see him one night after school.   He only asked the usual questions about my periods and whether I was sexually active.   He gave me scrip for three months supply right off the bat.

 

During this time I was still fucking my two boys and throwing out some lines to the boys at school.   I had a new confidence and gradually became more popular, with many of the hot boys talking to me during breaks and on the way home.  

 

The next guy I did it with wasn’t on top of my ‘hot list’. He was just a guy from school who was sniffing around and paying me attention.   He lived a bit past me from school and started a habit of walking the last part from the bus stop with me.   He was awkward in his chat and talked some dumb things.   Mostly we talked about bands we liked or the other people at school.   Gossip and some sex talk. I asked him if he had ever done it; which was no, and then I revealed under ‘much pressure’ and giggling, that I had. Twenty questions later, he knew about my boyfriend but not the brother.   I started to wonder what his cock was like.   Not him; just his cock.   It had been a nice surprise with my boyfriend’s brothers fat one.   What was this boys like?   I thought about it in bed that night while my fingers did their familiar dance.

 

The next day, I had netball practice after school.   I saw him at lunch time and told him I had practice but to wait for me to go home.   His face brightened but I turned and walked away before any questions.   He was waiting for me at the bus stop.   We got off at our stop and started walking.   The conversation turned to sex.   He told me a sex joke and then some gossip about a girl sucking one of his friends at lunch break.

 

“Would you like that”?   I asked.

“Shit yeah.   Who wouldn’t”?

“Have you ever had that”?

“No, not yet”.

“Have you ever asked any of the girls you go out with”?

“No”.

“Why not”?

“They’d say no”.

“How do you know”?

“They just would”.

“What if they were just waiting for you to ask”?

“How would I know”?

“You won’t if you don’t ask for it”.

“I’d be embarrassed if they said no”.

“Don’t be. Girls expect you to ask for it.   They’re not embarrassed by you asking, or for saying no”.

 

We went silent for a bit.   He still hadn’t asked even after all the hints I had dropped.   We were getting near the park, so I decided to get on the front foot.

 

“Would you like me to suck you”? I asked.

His head snapped sideways to me.

“I thought you had a boyfriend” he said.

“Yeah, but who says I can only have one.   He doesn’t come to this school.   So, do you want me to, or just go home”?

”Well, yeah…I just didn’t think….”

 

The poor boy was blabbering.   I slipped my arm around his waist and veered off towards the park.   I can’t remember what was spoken on the way into the park.   I was heading for the picnic shelter where I had given the hand job for condoms trade. The park was empty apart from some younger kids riding their bikes down near the playground.   I walked in and sat down in the same spot I had given the hand job.   He sat next to me without saying anything.   I could feel he was nervous so leaned against him and kissed him.   I pressed myself into his chest and could actually feel his heart beating.

 

I kissed him again and slipped my tongue in.   He reacted straight away with the boy thing and put his hand on my tit and started rubbing.   It felt nice and always started the dampness in me.   I dropped my hand onto his cock.   It was already hard inside his pants.   I pressed on it and then rubbed my hand over it.   He had unbuttoned my shirt and put his hands in to rub my tits.   I reached behind me and unhooked the bra.   His feverish tit squeezing made me think he hadn’t felt too many of these either.   I wanted to feel his cock quickly.   I unzipped his pants, burrowed into his underwear and pulled his cock free through the opening.   I squeezed it with my hand and slowly pumped it up and down.   Not too shabby; a bit longer than my boyfriends but not as fat as his brothers.   I didn’t really care.   I had another cock in my hand.   My third proper cock and it was mine to have and do things with.   I gave him my best hand strokes, spit in my hand and gave him a wet rub.   I undid his belt and pants to open him more and put my hand into his underwear to scoop out his balls. They were impressive.   A big fat round sack sat on top of his elastic with his cock spearing out above.   I rested one hand under his balls and felt their weight in my palm.   I curled my hand around them and it was filled with balls.   I gently squeezed and rolled them in my hand while he tit rubbed and moaned. Shortly after, he put his hand up my skirt to feel me.   I opened my legs to give him access inside my pants and soon his fingers were slipping up and down my crack and over my clit.   This was better than I hoped for.

 

I felt him lifting his hips up to me giving me the hint.   He still didn’t ask for it.   Just say “suck me” I thought.   These boys!   I couldn’t wait any longer.   I dropped my head down straight onto his cock and slipped it all the way down.   His groan was a delight to my ears.   Another boy groaning from my pleasure.   Something he had never felt before.   His first mouth and I will make him remember it forever.

 

  I swirled my tongue around and rubbed his balls.   I relaxed my throat and pushed down deeply until I got the watery eyes, pulled up with a big breath and went down again until my throat reached his knob.

The next up-down had his knob lodge in my throat.   The practice with my other two boys had taught me to relax my throat quite quickly, so I was lodging his knob in my throat easily.   I bobbed up and down.   This was my third cock in my mouth.   It was wonderful and I decided I was going to fuck it too.   I bobbed my head in a frenzy, hearing his moans.   Deep within me, I was stirring.   My clit was straining and my cunt was leaking. His hands resting on the back of my head told me he was close.   I recognized this boy sign of ‘don’t stop now; I’m about to blow’.   I kept my head rhythm and was rewarded with a gusher that erupted into my mouth with such force and quantity that it spurted out of the corners of my mouth while I gulped and swallowed what I could.   This triggered off an intense orgasm for me, again at the same time as the semen hit my mouth.   It was fabulous and I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth while the spasms rolled through me.  

 

This boy squirted and squirted an enormous amount into my mouth.   It was quite memorable for me as I had never experienced this amount of cum before. My mouth was full of it.   I was swallowing between each breath cycle and still my mouth was full.   I buried myself in it, sucking and swallowing until his hands stopped my head.   His cock was still firm.   I pulled off and held it in my hand.   I gave it some long licks and took the drips from the tip that were leaking from his softening cock.   I sat up and looked at him.   I had never seen a more satisfied face.   There were some semen drips splashed onto his balls and pubic hair where it had gushed out of the corners of my mouth.   I bent down and licked them both up sat up and looked at him again.   He looked like someone who just had his eyes opened.  

 

We rested and cuddled for a while and I watched his cock soften and shrink.   I sat up and told him I had to go.   For my final act I dropped my head, sucked his last drops off and slipped my mouth all the way down his cock and gave it a long cleaning slurp back up.   It was something I liked to do.   No evidence and nothing   wasted.

 

He went home with a spring in his step and I went home with a wet patch in my pants.   In bed that night, I rubbed hard and relived his cum spurting into my mouth.   How could it be that much?   Was it uncommon?   Was he special?   Could other boys do that?   I had never seen that much from my boyfriend or his brother.   Perhaps it was just a long build up?   No; boys whack off every day, don’t they?   Mysteries.   Boy mysteries.   So many; and I wanted to find them all.

 

The next day was the weekend.   I saw my boyfriend both days.   I didn’t say anything about the boy from school.   There was other business for us.   I had been through my first cycle taking the pill so was now fully protected and this weekend was to be our first condom free fuck.

 

We met on Saturday at his house.   Instead of going to the rec room we stayed in the house awhile.   His Mum made us sandwiches and stuff and we ate lunch with her.   The father and brother had gone to the football so the place was quiet.   After lunch his Mum went out gardening which meant the rec room wasn’t an option, so we went up to his bedroom.  

 

I flopped on his bed and held my arms out.   He lay down on me and nestled himself between my legs.   I ground my crotch up at him and kissed him deeply.   I really did like this boy and now I was going to feel him unload inside me. The first load inside me.   What would it feel like?   I was a bit nervous about his Mum coming back in, but he assured me we had plenty of warning time.

 

We fondled and rubbed quickly.   I got his pants off and was soon into my favourite thing, sucking his cock.   He pulled my pants off from under my sun dress and pushed it up to my waist.   I slipped my arms out of the straps and pushed the top half down.   I took my bra off and shoved it under his pillow.   Somehow, I felt a bit more secure from his Mum with my dress on even though it was bunched around my waist.  I played with his cock, sucked and pulled it.   I concluded that it was definitely not as fat as his brothers and shorter than the boy from school.   But, you know – it didn’t matter.   This was the cock I had now.   My pleasure tool, and I wanted it in me.   I opened my legs and rolled my hips back in my invitational spread.   It was a position he had seen many times now but he always looked at it.   Always looked at my cunt, reached down and rubbed my lips, pulled them open and poked a finger into me.   Today I wanted more.

 

I looked at him and said “More”.

He poked a second finger into me and rubbed them in and out.   I wanted my stretched, fat, feeling.

“More’ I said.

He pulled out and came back with three.   I lifted up to him and pushed against his hand.   I wanted to show him how much I could take.   I pushed onto his hand until I could feel his three fingers up to the hilt.

“More’ I said.

His eyes opened.   He pulled his fingers out and came back at me with four.   I grabbed his hand and held it firm while I pushed up.   I watched him watching his fingers disappear inside me.   I wanted more and pulled his hand into me.   I was stretched and it felt good.   I dropped my bum back onto the bed so I could relax my muscles.   I held his hand and pushed in harder.

“More” I pleaded.

I wanted to feel full.   I wanted him to feel what I had been preparing each night.  Use it.   His eyes settled on my cunt as he pushed into me, withdrew a bit, and then pushed again.   I relaxed my muscles and opened as much as I could.   I wanted this.   I wanted his hand to fill me.   He pushed in deeply and held his hand there.   I breathed deeply.   This feeling was so intense. I relaxed again and pulled my knees back flatter and wider with my hands.   He pushed in again and then started a small in–out motion. I watched his hand.  It was going in all the way up to the top of his fingers.  I lay still, fully stretched but wanting more.  

 

It felt good, wide, full and it was starting to hurt a bit.   He held his hand in me and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb.   Ahh, the feelings that came from it.   So strong, so much wetter.   This was enough. I had to feel his cum spray inside me.   He was kneeling between my legs with his cock poking straight at me.   I reached up, grabbed it and pulled him down to me.

 

“Fuck me and cum in me.   Feel me how I really am” I said.

He held his cock while he pushed it into me, then dropped onto me and pushed all the way in.   He groaned an outward sigh of pleasure and started fucking me furiously straight away.   God it was good.   A beautiful bare cock in me; a boy lost in his own pleasure; and my cunt about to receive its first load.   It was all too good.   The body had taken over and I was just a passenger.   My boy was doing his thing with his hand under my arse, lifting me off the bed while he raised up on his knees and fucked into me.   I was peaking before he was.   I squeezed him and came hard against his bare cock; my first bare cock.

 

I felt his orgasm before I heard his hoarse huffing.   I can’t say I felt it spray into me, but I felt a hot wetness flooding inside me and suddenly his cock was sliding in and out more freely.   He pumped into me and grunted, pushing hard into me, extracting every ounce of sensation.   He slowed to a slow grind with his slackening cock.   He stayed doing this while I relaxed with this beautiful feeling.   His slow fucking was making me leak and I could feel his semen running down over my arse hole.   So nice, so nice.   I decided once again, that semen was wonderful.

 

This started a new wonder for me.   Something else that I loved and wanted more.

 

Part 7 to follow.