I've enjoyed being shared since the first time, when I was 14. A few months earlier I'd lost my virginity to an older boy - he was 17 - at a fireworks party. We went to the same school, and he had a reputation as a guy who liked deflowering girls. That evening I'd gone to the party with a couple of schoolfriends, but they lived in a different direction to me so at the end I was walking home alone. The boy caught me up and said I should let him walk me home to make sure I got back safely. And then on the way back on a woodland path, he grabbed me (nicely - I was totally compliant) and pushed me against a tree and we kissed. His hands were all over me, first my ass them my boobs then up my skirt and pulling my panties aside to slip a finger into my already wet hole. So far nothing new - I'd done this with a few boys, and jerked them off too - but I knew he'd want more so I started to unzip him and released his thick cock, already sticky with precum. I had a vague idea of the mechanics of sex, so when he removed his finger from being inside me I wriggled and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. He asked if I was a virgin, and I nodded, then he asked if I wanted him to fuck me and I whispered 'yes'. He slid in oh so slowly, letting me enjoy the feeling of opening up to receive him, then he was going hard and fast. It can't have been more than 20 thrusts before he started groaning, I felt his cock expand a bit within me, then the pulsing and twitching as he shot his seed into me.
He did walk me the rest of the way home, but I never did it again with him - he was off to new conquests. And he didn't get close to making me come - I had to do that myself in bed, stirring his cum in me and frigging my clit remembering the feel of his cock inside me. And wanting that feeling again as soon as possible.
Happily, that didn't take long. I guess the guy who'd fucked me blabbed about it, and less than a week after a boy (Mike) from my school year (but a different class) asked me to go with him to the cinema. I said yes, and once the lights went out and the film started I expected him to want to touch me - that's what my older sister had told me happens. But no - nothing. So I took the initiative, and placed my hand on his leg, then moved it up until I could feel the outline of his cock which was already getting hard. I released him from his trousers, and held his cock in my hand. Then slowly started to stroke it, and at last he put a hand between my legs and fumbled its way nervously into my panties. He moaned when he felt my wetness and his cock twitched hard and I realised that the rows in front of us were in danger of getting a cum shower. So I quickly got my head in his lap and the tip of his cock in my mouth, just in time to catch a hot sticky load. That was the first time I swallowed - there was nowhere to spit.
On the walk home he admitted he'd never touched a girl before, or been touched. So I helped him out - up against a tree again, and even quicker than my first time. And he didn't make me come either. But he did want to see me again, and each time we fucked it got better - especially when we did it two or three times in a session, the first two helping to make him last longer inside me. But he wouldn't touch me after he'd cum inside me, and definitely wouldn't go down on me. And even though he was getting better, he never gave me an orgasm - it was up to me to do that for myself while he watched, sometimes getting hard again and cumming on my tits when I came.
Mike was another blabber. I found that out one evening I was at his with a couple of his (male) friends (Chris and Pete), just chilling out with music and chatting, while his parents were out for a meal to celebrate their anniversary. I don't remember how that part of the conversation got started, but he was telling his friends how hot and wet I always was for him and loved being fucked whenever he wanted it. I could see his friends getting turned on, trying to look up my skirt. Which was pretty short - denim miniskirt that barely covered the important bits - and the underwear I had on barely covered my pussy lips. And while what Mike was saying was true, it was annoying to hear him brag about it like he was, because he wasn't into giving me pleasure. So when there was a pause, I said "I'd like it even more if you ever made me come. Maybe Chris or Pete would be more interested in pleasing me."
He dropped the topic at that point and they started talking about football. I was next to Mike on the sofa, and Chris was sat opposite, and I made sure I sat in a way that gave Chris the best view possible of my scantily-covered pussy. Which, to be honest, was getting wetter knowing how interested he was. And in my head I was imagining how I could get him on his own so that I could have him. When Chris stood up to go to the bathroom, and I could see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans - much bigger than the two guys I'd had before - it was too much.
"We should play a game," I said, improvising.
The boys went quiet. "What," Mike asked.
"Pass the Zoe. You each take turns with touching me for a minute at a time. Touch me anywhere you want. Maybe after a lot of that I'll be able to come when you fuck me, Mike"
"Me first," said Chris
"You can't put your cock in her," Mike said
"None of you can. Not yet," I replied, standing up and taking a couple of steps so I was in front of Chris. "I'll keep count of the time," I said, setting my FitBit to do a one-minute countdown.
I started the timer and reached down and stroked Chris's cock through his jeans, then started to unzip him. His hands went straight between my legs, pulling my panties aside and slipping two fingers into my wet hole. His cock was slick with precum already and I just held it, feeling the weight of it in my hand, while his fingers slid in and out of me, his thumb resting on my clit. The timer went off.
I turned to Pete - he'd already taken off his jeans and boxers and was fully hard. He asked if it was OK to touch me and I took his hand and put it between my legs. When I asked if it was the first time he'd touched a girl he nodded. I helped guide his fingers in and out of me until the timer went off again - I didn't touch his cock, because I was sure he'd cum if I had.
Mike was still sat on the sofa - he had completely undressed, and was sat with his hard cock ready to be sat on. But not quite yet. I took off my skirt and panties, then my tshirt. and sat beside him. He unhooked my bra while we kissed and I spread my thighs so that he could finger fuck me while I stroked his cock.
When his time was up I told him to move so that Chris could sit beside me. Chris kissed my breasts while his fingers explored my pussy, and I felt my pleasure start to increase as he frigged my clit. When the timer was up I told him to carry on and got Pete to sit on the other side of me on the sofa, his mouth now giving my breasts some attention while Chris' hand continued between my legs. Having both of them touch me felt amazing and I knew I could come soon. All I needed was for Mike to last long enough.
I told Chris to remove his fingers from inside me and he did, licking them clean before kissing me. Pete's mouth was still on my breasts and nipples and Mike moved to kneel between my legs and slid easily into me. "Oh fuck," he said after three thrusts and then he was cumming inside me, leaving me short of my own orgasm. "For fuck's sake," I said to him. "Sorry," he replied as he withdrew, his cum trickling out of me as he did - "Chris, you'd better have a go"
My stomach lurched when he said that. Have another cock enter me just after I'd been cum in? That was a bit slutty, surely? I'd just hoped that maybe they'd play with my tits and pussy until I came. But Chris was already knelt between my legs and moing his cock towards my hole and then he was in me and it felt so good. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to the feel of him inside me, then paused with his cock buried deep. Pete was still nuzzling my breasts, Mike had his fingers on my clit, and Chris licked his fingers again then reached down below and placed one on my asshole. He told me to relax and I unpuckered my ass, allowing his finger to slide in there and then he was thrusting hard and deep into me and it was all so wonderful, I felt my orgasm start to build and was moaning for him to fuck me hard, pulling my knees up and back so he could get in deeper, and then I was coming oh so hard, and Chris thrust hard three more times and then I felt him cumming into me, and it seemed my orgasm lasted for ages as his cum spurted against my cervix.
I really needed to pee, but poor Pete was so hard and he looked at me pleadingly and I nodded. He only just got the tip in before he came but I told him it was OK, and he'd last longer next time.
When Pete pulled out I stood up to go to the bathroom, and Pete followed me as he still needed to go. "Do it with your legs open," he said and so I sat on the loo with my thighs spread and let go of my pee, pushing down at the same time so the cum dribbled out of me. Pete took aim and peed into the gap between my thighs. I finished peeing first but sat there watching his cock pee, which I've always found a turn-on since then. When he finished I reached for the toilet paper to wipe myself but he told me not to, and instead he licked me clean.
I'd happily have taken them all on again that evening but we knew that Mike's parents would be back, and we needed to tidy up. But that first experience of having sex with more than one boy made me want more of the same. As often as I could. Of course I don't admit all of this to a guy when we first meet - I like him to think that he's leading me astray - but sex with one guy just doesn't work for me the same way as it does with two or more.
He did walk me the rest of the way home, but I never did it again with him - he was off to new conquests. And he didn't get close to making me come - I had to do that myself in bed, stirring his cum in me and frigging my clit remembering the feel of his cock inside me. And wanting that feeling again as soon as possible.
Happily, that didn't take long. I guess the guy who'd fucked me blabbed about it, and less than a week after a boy (Mike) from my school year (but a different class) asked me to go with him to the cinema. I said yes, and once the lights went out and the film started I expected him to want to touch me - that's what my older sister had told me happens. But no - nothing. So I took the initiative, and placed my hand on his leg, then moved it up until I could feel the outline of his cock which was already getting hard. I released him from his trousers, and held his cock in my hand. Then slowly started to stroke it, and at last he put a hand between my legs and fumbled its way nervously into my panties. He moaned when he felt my wetness and his cock twitched hard and I realised that the rows in front of us were in danger of getting a cum shower. So I quickly got my head in his lap and the tip of his cock in my mouth, just in time to catch a hot sticky load. That was the first time I swallowed - there was nowhere to spit.
On the walk home he admitted he'd never touched a girl before, or been touched. So I helped him out - up against a tree again, and even quicker than my first time. And he didn't make me come either. But he did want to see me again, and each time we fucked it got better - especially when we did it two or three times in a session, the first two helping to make him last longer inside me. But he wouldn't touch me after he'd cum inside me, and definitely wouldn't go down on me. And even though he was getting better, he never gave me an orgasm - it was up to me to do that for myself while he watched, sometimes getting hard again and cumming on my tits when I came.
Mike was another blabber. I found that out one evening I was at his with a couple of his (male) friends (Chris and Pete), just chilling out with music and chatting, while his parents were out for a meal to celebrate their anniversary. I don't remember how that part of the conversation got started, but he was telling his friends how hot and wet I always was for him and loved being fucked whenever he wanted it. I could see his friends getting turned on, trying to look up my skirt. Which was pretty short - denim miniskirt that barely covered the important bits - and the underwear I had on barely covered my pussy lips. And while what Mike was saying was true, it was annoying to hear him brag about it like he was, because he wasn't into giving me pleasure. So when there was a pause, I said "I'd like it even more if you ever made me come. Maybe Chris or Pete would be more interested in pleasing me."
He dropped the topic at that point and they started talking about football. I was next to Mike on the sofa, and Chris was sat opposite, and I made sure I sat in a way that gave Chris the best view possible of my scantily-covered pussy. Which, to be honest, was getting wetter knowing how interested he was. And in my head I was imagining how I could get him on his own so that I could have him. When Chris stood up to go to the bathroom, and I could see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans - much bigger than the two guys I'd had before - it was too much.
"We should play a game," I said, improvising.
The boys went quiet. "What," Mike asked.
"Pass the Zoe. You each take turns with touching me for a minute at a time. Touch me anywhere you want. Maybe after a lot of that I'll be able to come when you fuck me, Mike"
"Me first," said Chris
"You can't put your cock in her," Mike said
"None of you can. Not yet," I replied, standing up and taking a couple of steps so I was in front of Chris. "I'll keep count of the time," I said, setting my FitBit to do a one-minute countdown.
I started the timer and reached down and stroked Chris's cock through his jeans, then started to unzip him. His hands went straight between my legs, pulling my panties aside and slipping two fingers into my wet hole. His cock was slick with precum already and I just held it, feeling the weight of it in my hand, while his fingers slid in and out of me, his thumb resting on my clit. The timer went off.
I turned to Pete - he'd already taken off his jeans and boxers and was fully hard. He asked if it was OK to touch me and I took his hand and put it between my legs. When I asked if it was the first time he'd touched a girl he nodded. I helped guide his fingers in and out of me until the timer went off again - I didn't touch his cock, because I was sure he'd cum if I had.
Mike was still sat on the sofa - he had completely undressed, and was sat with his hard cock ready to be sat on. But not quite yet. I took off my skirt and panties, then my tshirt. and sat beside him. He unhooked my bra while we kissed and I spread my thighs so that he could finger fuck me while I stroked his cock.
When his time was up I told him to move so that Chris could sit beside me. Chris kissed my breasts while his fingers explored my pussy, and I felt my pleasure start to increase as he frigged my clit. When the timer was up I told him to carry on and got Pete to sit on the other side of me on the sofa, his mouth now giving my breasts some attention while Chris' hand continued between my legs. Having both of them touch me felt amazing and I knew I could come soon. All I needed was for Mike to last long enough.
I told Chris to remove his fingers from inside me and he did, licking them clean before kissing me. Pete's mouth was still on my breasts and nipples and Mike moved to kneel between my legs and slid easily into me. "Oh fuck," he said after three thrusts and then he was cumming inside me, leaving me short of my own orgasm. "For fuck's sake," I said to him. "Sorry," he replied as he withdrew, his cum trickling out of me as he did - "Chris, you'd better have a go"
My stomach lurched when he said that. Have another cock enter me just after I'd been cum in? That was a bit slutty, surely? I'd just hoped that maybe they'd play with my tits and pussy until I came. But Chris was already knelt between my legs and moing his cock towards my hole and then he was in me and it felt so good. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to the feel of him inside me, then paused with his cock buried deep. Pete was still nuzzling my breasts, Mike had his fingers on my clit, and Chris licked his fingers again then reached down below and placed one on my asshole. He told me to relax and I unpuckered my ass, allowing his finger to slide in there and then he was thrusting hard and deep into me and it was all so wonderful, I felt my orgasm start to build and was moaning for him to fuck me hard, pulling my knees up and back so he could get in deeper, and then I was coming oh so hard, and Chris thrust hard three more times and then I felt him cumming into me, and it seemed my orgasm lasted for ages as his cum spurted against my cervix.
I really needed to pee, but poor Pete was so hard and he looked at me pleadingly and I nodded. He only just got the tip in before he came but I told him it was OK, and he'd last longer next time.
When Pete pulled out I stood up to go to the bathroom, and Pete followed me as he still needed to go. "Do it with your legs open," he said and so I sat on the loo with my thighs spread and let go of my pee, pushing down at the same time so the cum dribbled out of me. Pete took aim and peed into the gap between my thighs. I finished peeing first but sat there watching his cock pee, which I've always found a turn-on since then. When he finished I reached for the toilet paper to wipe myself but he told me not to, and instead he licked me clean.
I'd happily have taken them all on again that evening but we knew that Mike's parents would be back, and we needed to tidy up. But that first experience of having sex with more than one boy made me want more of the same. As often as I could. Of course I don't admit all of this to a guy when we first meet - I like him to think that he's leading me astray - but sex with one guy just doesn't work for me the same way as it does with two or more.
