Good Vibrations Magazine

The word “slut” does not offend me. On the contrary, these days I find it rather empowering. I had never used it in a self-referential sense until I had my first threeway. It was something I always wanted to do, my biggest fantasy, to be fucked by two men.

How to go about finding two? Hell, I didn’t even have one! There’s no primer for safely picking up two men to fuck you, no manual, no Web site that gives you step-by-step instructions, pick-up lines, locations. I thought about asking friends but no matter what anyone says, that involves strings. I wanted two men who were clean and knew each other. I wanted a comfortable situation. So I did what any other self-respecting horny woman would do. I put out a personal ad.

Straight woman seeks two men, gay, straight or bi, for a night of sweaty fun. Conversation skills optional.

It didn’t take long before the phone calls started pouring in. Most of the men sounded too frat-boyish or too femme. I wanted a pair of studs, some prime meat, and since I was getting such a good response I wasn’t worried about being too picky.

Finally, Dave and Grant, two men who had been friends since college, called me. They were happy, and funny. “One rule,” Dave told me, “No calling me after it’s over. I can’t speak for Grant but I don’t want a relationship.”

I readily agreed — that fit in perfectly with my “no strings” guidelines. However, there were a million things I wanted to know.

The guys came over the next night. I had bought beer, wine, cheese, crackers and condoms — not sure of the protocol on something like this. They were surprisingly punctual. At eight pm my doorbell rang. The three of us stood in the center of my living room and wondered how to begin. I had never so blatantly had someone (not to mention two-someones) over for just sex and wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Well,” I said hesitantly, after pouring us each a drink and asking some basic, not-too-personal questions.

“Should we go into the bedroom?” Dave suggested.

We all agreed and they filed in after me. They both started getting undressed. I watched as tee shirts and jeans were thrown aside. I joined in, stripping down to my bra and my panties.

“Do you mind if we warm up?” Grant asked. I liked his sense of humor.

“Not at all,” I motioned towards the bed, taking a seat on the corner edge.

I expected the two of them to start jerking off. What I didn’t expect was for them to begin kissing. Their hands moved up each other’s backs, caressing shoulders, tangling hair, grabbing flesh. I had never seen two men make love and it was amazingly sexy. I could see Grant’s hand behind Dave’s back beckoning me over. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, planting kisses over his back. I reached down and felt his cock — large and hard.

Dave and Grant broke their kiss, creating a space for me to come between them. I lay down on the bed and they each took a side. One pair of lips took my left tit; the other started at my right ankle. I was hoping they would meet in the middle. Their kisses were hot. I closed my eyes as Dave pressed his mouth onto mine. A hand (I’m not sure whose) reached between my leg and began caressing me. I was soaking wet. I felt like a queen, I had never been so pampered.

My pussy was hungry. I wanted them inside of me. I tried to move Grant (who was pulling at my nipple) on top of me. He looked up and smiled. “So soon?” he asked.

I nodded: the torture of want was so exquisite. It’s the only kind of pain I enjoy.

“There’s condoms in my bedside drawer,” I grunted, as Dave’s hand met Grant’s in the hot crevice of my cunt. Grant rolled over and pulled out two condoms, handing one to Dave as they met for a kiss. He also pulled out a bottle of lube.

Dave looked at me seriously for a moment, “Do you want us to go one at a time, or both at once.”

Up until that instant I hadn’t really thought of what a threeway really meant — that I could have double penetration — two cocks in me at once. They could, in a sense, be fucking me and each other.

I didn’t quite feel like myself as I said, “Both. I want you both inside me at once.” Apparently they had discussed this between themselves already because Grant began to gently flip me over as Dave scooted underneath. I was happy since Grant was the smaller of the two and it had been a while since I had any anal penetration.

“I’m going to go in first,” Grant said softly, the sound of squirting lube punctuating his speech, “and then we’ll position you on Dave.”

I nodded silently in agreement. To further prepare me Grant stuck his finger in my ass. I moaned. Whoever thinks a woman can’t get off on anal stimulation is dead wrong.

I could feel the head of Grant’s dick rubbing up against my asshole, and then, he went in. I screamed, both out of pleasure and out of that first momentary flash of not-quite-pain-not-quite-surprise. He held me as he moved gently in and out. Dave drew me closer and settled me on his cock. Grant held himself in firm and for a second we didn’t move. The three of us were connected and I was lost in the pleasure of it all. Then the men found a rhythm. They moved me up and down. Both my holes were tight and I have never felt so full in my life.

“Can you feel each other?” I gasped.

Dave reached up and cupped my tit, “Yes,” he said, his eyes closed ecstatically.

“Can you fuck me harder?” I asked. They sped up, pumping me. I imagined a chain of bodies. Each of us with both holes filled, like a wave of pulsating pleasure that filled my bedroom, my house, fuck, the entire neighborhood. The feeling of completeness and pure pleasure washed over me. The men were grunting and I began to yell out that I was coming. Every sexual sense of my body was being attended to and I couldn’t hold back. As I came I tightened and I thought I might burst, or possibly send one of them flying out. But they held on to me. I was shaking and crying. Grant said, “Oh fuck.” Dave said, “Oh baby” and both of them were arching and sweat was dripping on me and I was dripping on Dave. Grant exploded into me and I, a quivering heap, fell onto Dave, who, with one final thrust, filled his condom full of come.

The three of us lay together for a minute. Our hearts beating rhythmically, slowly growing quieter. Grant pulled out first, then lifted me off of Dave. Going from complete fulfillment, having them out of me now felt empty. We sat there and looked at each other for a moment.

“Thank you,” whispered Dave, and the two men kissed each other long and hard.

I know what I said about no strings but I didn’t want them to leave. For one, I wanted more sex. For another, I liked them.

“Want to watch TV?” I asked. The men smiled and we snuggled up in my bed and watched bad cable, three peas in a pod.