I don’t even think you could question it. I wasn’t a sweet, innocent eighteen-year-old anymore; I was a slut, a sex-craved slut. In the space of a few weeks, I had had two threesomes and doubled my sexual partners. I had also had sex with my first woman, who also happened to be my best friend and daughter of my friend with benefits, Paul. I also knew that I loved being with older men.
Sarah and I had kept in touch since our incredible night where not only did, we sleep with each other, but we also shared Steven. Sarah had cancelled her date with James and had instead invited Steven over again. She asked me for permission first, which I thought was kind of cute. I of course told her to go for it. I was only a little jealous and it wasn’t because Sarah was going to fuck Steven, it was because I wasn’t getting to fuck either of them.
Not wanting to miss out, I decided to message Paul and see if he was free. It was Saturday night and I knew Sarah had the house to herself, as she had initially invited James over and then Steven. Paul took a few hours to reply, eventually telling me he was out of town, taking his wife for a romantic weekend away. I wasn’t jealous of Sarah with Steven, but for some reason, I was incredibly jealous of Paul taking his wife for a romantic weekend away.
I didn’t reply to Paul, and he must have been able to sense that I was frustrated that he wasn’t available. Paul sent me another message, apologising and promising to make it up to me. He could tell I was upset. Paul told me how much he craved me and told me I should message Steven instead. Paul knew Steven was free as his wife was out of town. By this stage, I was frustrated and decided to tell Paul that Steven was busy with one of my best friends.
Paul replied almost instantly asking who the friend was and how I knew Steven was with her. If I couldn’t be with Steven or Paul tonight, I was going to have some fun, and teasing Paul was going to have to do as my entertainment for the night. It wasn’t what I wanted, I wanted Paul inside of me, but I would have to settle for teasing him instead. I still hadn’t decided how far I was willing to take the teasing and if I would out Sarah or not.
I loved the idea of teasing Paul; I loved the idea even more knowing that he was with his wife, supposed to be wining and dining with her on a romantic weekend away. I slowly dropped Paul details of my threesome the night before with Steven and how ‘my friend’ loved the night with Steven so much that she was now spending the night with him. Paul asked where his invite was, and I decided this was my perfect opportunity to let Paul know who my friend was… I replied, telling Paul it probably wasn’t appropriate for him to be invited, given it was his daughter who was the friend.
I immediately regretted telling Paul and threw my phone to the other side of the room. I didn’t want to betray Sarah or ruin my chances of sleeping with Paul again, it was all just meant to be harmless teasing. I heard my phone message tone from the other side of the room. I sat there on my bed frozen, not wanting to deal with the fallout of what I had just done. It took me what felt like hours to walk over to my phone and finally check my messages.
Paul had replied and it wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Paul sent me a laughing face emoji and told me he always thought Sarah was a virgin. I was so relieved; Paul didn’t seem mad at all. I told Paul that she was until a few weeks ago and I was planning on corrupting her and turning her into a slut just like me. Paul and I continued to chat, and I slowly let him in on all the details. Paul slowly admitted how he liked the idea of his daughter servicing his best friend and being a good little slut.
Paul and I continued to message throughout the night, eventually agreeing to Facetime later once his wife was asleep. It was about 11 pm, and I was beginning to fall asleep when I finally heard my phone ringing, but to my surprise, it wasn’t Paul wanting to Facetime me, it was Sarah. I was very surprised but answered the phone and was amazed to see Sarah on her knees with Steven’s cock in her mouth. Sarah eventually removed Steven’s cock from her mouth and told me she felt bad that I was missing out on all the fun tonight and she and Steven wanted me to share in the occasion and watch them.
I was excited and immediately stripped naked and began to play with myself. Steven and Sarah put on an incredible show with Steven eventually finishing on Sarah’s face. I was surprised to see very little cum cover her and asked Steven why he had produced such a small load. Having slept with Steven a few times now myself, I knew he came a lot. It was then that I got surprised once again. Steven told me this was 5 with Sarah and he was surprised that anything came out at all. Hearing that was all I needed to finish playing with myself. I gave myself a nice orgasm, it wasn’t the sex I wanted but it was still a nice way to spend my night, and I appreciated that Sarah didn’t want me to miss out. I was low-key very proud of her slutty night with Steven.
I had forgotten that Paul was going to call me and was so caught up in the moment, orgasming and lying on my bed, that I fell asleep. I was woken up around 1 am once again to my phone ringing, it was Paul. I answered, still half asleep. Paul immediately apologised and told me it had taken him longer to get his wife to sleep and be able to sneak out than he was initially anticipating. Paul and I spoke for a short time with the only thing on Paul’s mind was trying to organise when he could fuck me again, we agreed that we would organise something for the following weekend.
The days went by slower than ever; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and I hadn’t spoken to Paul or Sarah. I was beginning to worry that both had been caught up in the actions of their respective Saturday nights and maybe reality had struck. Had Paul told Sarah he knew she was a slut, and he was now disappointed in her? Had Sarah decided she didn’t want to be a slut anymore? The questions were running through my head and as each day dragged on, I began to question my actions. I was finally put out of my misery when Steven messaged me, telling me to meet him and Paul this afternoon at the local pub. I was shocked as we had never just met for a drink, every meeting with the guys previously had always been for sex and only for sex.
I arrived at the pub and found a table in the corner that looked private. I was nervous, while I had loved my time with both men, we hadn’t exactly had a normal relationship where we would meet at the pub for a drink. Both men were also married so a public meeting at a local pub added to the risk for them both. They both arrived smiling and laughing with each other, looking way more relaxed than I was.
We ordered some drinks and made some small talk. At this stage, I still wasn’t sure if Paul had told Steven he knew about Steven and Sarah. Paul eventually broke the awkward small talk and told me how he and Paul had spent the day together discussing their escapades. It was at this moment that Paul shocked me. He asked if I’d ever thought about being gangbanged. I sat there silent; it wasn’t something I had thought about a lot. I was enjoying my sexual escapades and loved being shared by Paul and Steven, but I didn’t anticipate adding more men. I asked for more details, how many men, who, where etc.
Paul and Steven, along with being long-term friends, also played soccer together in the local over 45’s team. They explained that every year they have an end-of-season trip with the team and in the past they may or may not have all cheated on their wives, picking up women at bars or even paying for strippers or hookers. They had all discussed sharing women on these trips and had long fantasised about gangbanging a girl on these trips. Both Paul and Steven agreed I would be the perfect candidate. I was still shocked and not sure how to respond, I did feel a tingle between my legs, though, and admitted to them both that the idea turned me on. However, I was super apprehensive about the idea of trying to please sixteen men at once, all by myself.
We continued to discuss the logistics and I agreed that I was interested in joining them but reiterated my anxiety about being able to serve all of them at once. It was at this moment that I received the greatest shock of the day, which I didn’t think was possible at the time. Paul spoke up and asked if I thought Sarah would be interested in joining me, we could share the load so to speak. Paul, of course, wouldn’t sleep with Sarah himself, but admitted he did like the idea of seeing his little girl be a good slut for his best mates.
Steven and I both looked at each other, shocked. We couldn’t believe that Paul was so on board with inviting his daughter in. I agreed that doing this with Sarah would make it a lot easier for me and I loved the idea of sharing my first gangbang experience with my best friend. We continued to drink and go through logistics and drink. We kept trying to think how we were going to tell Sarah and convince her to join us. Whilst she had come a long way in her sexual awakening, she was still very shy and, at this point had no idea her dad knew she was a little slut.
By this stage, we were all feeling a little tipsy and decided the best way to do it was just to ask her. I sent Sarah a message telling her to meet me at the pub immediately. I was too tipsy and excited and forgot to mention her dad and Steven were with me. Sarah told me she would be there in half an hour. That’s what I loved about her; I never needed a reason to catch up, especially at the pub.
Sarah arrived and was shocked to see me sitting at the table with her dad and Steven. She didn’t even sit down before she ran over to the bar and ordered a cocktail. She came back and joined us. Sarah looked at me, the look in her eyes was one of terror. She must have thought that we had all been caught out and she was about to get in trouble. Paul broke the ice, telling Sarah that he knew she had been sleeping with Steven and he was fine with it. You could see the relief on Sarah’s face.
The conversation continued with Sarah slowly piecing it all together. I finally admitted to Sarah that the infamous ‘Jack’ the older man I had been seeing was her dad, Paul. You could Sarah was struggling to process the barrage of information that was being thrown her way and she was downing her drinks like they were water. It didn’t take Sarah long to catch up and be on our tipsy level. It was now the perfect time to let her in on our new plan – the gangbang.
I thought I was shocked when they proposed the gangbang to me, but Sarah basically spat her cocktail in our faces. Sarah told us there was no way she was going to participate with her dad watching and was nervous about more than one cock at the same time. We all worked hard together to try and convince Sarah, but it was probably Paul who sealed her ultimate participation. Paul told Sarah he was so proud of the slut she was turning into, and he would love to watch his daughter take on his closest mates. Paul emphasised that it would even make him brag about his daughter. They both agreed nothing sexual would happen between the pair of them but eventually Sarah agreed to join me in being gangbanged by the whole soccer team.
The two-week wait for the end-of-season soccer trip felt like months. The anticipation and excitement were almost too much to bear. The number of different scenarios that ran through my head was keeping me up at night. Sarah and I agreed to go lingerie shopping the Thursday night before the weekend away. We had been messaging essentially non-stop since we all agreed to participate. I met Sarah at the local Westfield’s and greeted with her a massive hug and kiss on the lips. This whole experience had brought Sarah and I closer and we now had a special relationship.
We went straight to Honey Birdette and began to try on different lingerie sets. The young girl working at the store seemed disinterested at best, so it didn’t take Sarah and I long to just share the same changeroom. It made life a lot easier for us both to assist with doing up bras and tying up other corsets that we were trying on. Steven had mentioned that as a warm-up it would be great for Sarah and me to serve as waitresses in lingerie for the men so we were trying to find something that would turn them on.
Seeing Sarah try on these lingerie sets was getting me turned on and it didn’t take long for my hands to begin to wander lower whilst helping her try on a bra. Initially, Sarah whacked my hand away, worried we would get caught. I grabbed hold of Sarah and pulled her in closer to me and kissed her passionately. Sarah slowly let her guard down and I found my hand down between her legs once again. I was playing with Sarah’s clit and removed her panties; I slowly began to finger her feeling her get wetter and wetter with every stroke. We continued to make out as I was fingering her. Sarah eventually couldn’t handle standing up anymore and took a seat. That was all the invitation I needed, and I took my place on my knees between her legs.
I licked and sucked Sarah’s pussy with so much passion and vigor. The sight of Sarah in the lingerie combined with the fact we were in the changeroom together had sent us both over the edge and it didn’t take long for Sarah to moan out that she was cumming. I continued to lick her focussing on her clit as she grabbed my head and held me tight. I smiled up at her and licked my lips, pleasuring my best friend in a changeroom of a lingerie shop was another fantasy ticked off my list.