After about a minute or so Emily too a breath. “OK. I guess, it was when I had 3 guys.” She announced, sounding matter of fact.
Immediately I thought she wasn’t being honest. This sounded quite tame compared to some of the things she had hinted on what she’d done.
“Three guys? One straight after another?” I asked, sounding a little underwhelmed.
Emily laughed once more, and it jabbed at my naivety. “At the same time.” She giggled.
I immediately understood, or I thought I did. Trying to act a bit more knowledgeable I said “Oh — did they spit roast you?”
Emily looked at me with that glint in her eyes, her mouth closed as if she was stifling a laugh. “They spit roast me AND DPd me Sis.” She offered, watching my face for a reaction.
Maybe she thought I didn’t know what a DP was, or maybe she thought I’d be disgusted. Emily knew I’d tried Anal sex and she also knew had it had not been the greatest of experiences for me. I too, knew that she had tried it — although I had no idea of how she felt about it.
Now it might surprise those of you reading this, that I have never actually tried a DP. It had never been on my list of ‘things to try’ and given my bad experience with Anal — it was not something I was overly keen on trying in the future. Or so I thought.
“How… how was it?” I asked, cursing the fact that I sounded as if I was asking her about her holidays.
“Fucking incredible, Sis” was Emily’s immediate reply. “The guys were about average size and they all knew each other — which helped a lot.” She added with a smile.
I nodded, unable to really think of anything suitable to say. Emily then proceeded to regale me the full story.
“Obviously we used a lot of lube, and the 1st guy laid on his back on the bed. I guess they hadn’t done it before but I knew a better way. I told him to stand behind me and then I knelt on the bed and offered up my arse to him. He slid in, slowly of course — and I took a bit of time to get used to it. Once he was balls deep in my arse, I told him to put his arms around my stomach, lift me up turn around and flop on his back onto the bed. I felt sure he was going to slip out, but fair play he held me tight enough and we landed on the bed with quite a thump.”
Emily paused and I looked at her, she was smiling broadly, her fingers yet again between her legs — her eyes closed.
“Once we were secure on the bed, I told the 2nd guy to grab my ankles and spread my legs as wide as he could. Strangely this must have caused my arse muscles to tighten because the bloke underneath me groaned lowly. Then I gave the second guy the nod, and he slowly shoved his cock into my pussy. Again I told him to pause a while, as I got used to both cocks inside me. It was really a weird feeling sis, can’t explain it that well.”
Emily’s eyes opened and she looked at me, her fingers now a blur on her fully exposed clit. Not only that, but the car now filled with the smell of her cunt juices. And yes, dammit — a part of me was getting turned on. What did you expect?
There was a low groan from Emily and then she continued.
“They started to slide in and out of me, sis — initially in alternate strokes and that was just fucking incredible. They started with short sharp strokes but pretty soon they had built up a head of steam and were plowing both my holes with full long hard strokes. My mind almost exploded sis, it was just unbelievably intense. Then I began to suck the 3rd guy off as I got fucked.”
Emily sighed heavily, and I guessed she maybe had a mini orgasm then.
“Aw Fuck Em. Don’t stop there.” I wailed, my own cunt juices now starting to flow and even run down my legs.
Emily smiled at me. “While the 2 guys fucked my holes, I grabbed the 3rd guy and took his cock in my mouth, licking it as best I could — which wasn’t easy given the way I was being fucked. As I said they were pounding all 3 holes alternatively — but believe me they were not going slow or gently. I’d already told the guy in my arse that he could fuck it as hard as he liked as I was OK with it. Then, as I screamed that I was coming, they both started to pound me at the same time. Well, I fucking exploded — I can tell you, sis. Never felt a sensation like it then or since.” Emily mewed.
I took a breath, then took several more deep breaths as I considered my response. But I had no words, other than to wonder if I might get a chance to try it this weekend. I knew the chances were slim to nil.
Emily sighed. “The guy in my mouth just erupted over my face, whilst the guy in my cunt pulled out just in time to spurt over my stomach and tits. But the 3rd guy, the one in my arse — he just went fucking mental, his cock going like a jackhammer until I felt him fill my arse with cum. It was fucking surreal Sis.” Declared Emily, a content smile coming over her face.
“Well, I can’t compete with THAT.” I announced with a laugh. But then Emily burst the bubble didn’t she, she had to go and say it.
“No sis, but you have fucked your own son.” She replied pointedly, a hint of jealousy obvious in her voice.
Dammit. Just when I had managed to get the idea totally out of my mind, just when I had settled on being able to close the book, wipe the slate clean and move on — my damn sister had to go and mention it.
I glared at her, deliberately making my face taut to illustrate my annoyance at the mention of Ben. It was bad enough that I was going to be flirting with his friends, I knew I would also have to watch him flirt too — and how that would make me feel, I just didn’t want to think about or contemplate just then.
Finally we arrived at the University, so I parked up on the road and Emily called Ben’s phone. It was 19:30 and still quite light, and as Emily spoke to Ben I could hear the music in the background. I was relieved to hear that it was actually quite decent music and not the strange ‘trance’ music that a lot of youngsters listen to.
A couple of minutes later, Ben turned up and got in the back of the car before directing us to the Car Park. Once there, we got out and greeted each other properly. Emily gave Ben a big hug and I did the same, before kissing him gently on the temple. There was nothing sexual about it, and I was pleased with myself for passing that first hurdle.
I asked Ben how he was doing and he replied that his course work was going well and he’d had some good results and comments on some of his assignments. About 5 minutes walk from the car park we got to the Bar, and I could hear the music from outside.
When we eventually did go inside, I was quite blown away. I guess I expected, as I said earlier — from my own experiences, that the place would be like a church or school hall with cheap plastic seating and a makeshift Bar selling bottles of beer out of crates.
But no. Inside the building, the décor looked quite new and modern and the room itself was quite softly lit. The seating was soft and comfortable, albeit some had strange stains on them. The tables were a mixture, some made of solid wood and others a more modern style with a plastic top. At the far end was a proper bar area, complete with beer pumps and optics as well as several bottles of alcohol at the back.
Off to the left was a stage area, dimly lit at the moment and I remember thinking if that was where all the ‘action’ was going to take place. Just to the right of the stage, and about half way along the long room were the toilets and I noticed instantly that they were ‘Unisex’. I’d heard about these Unisex toilets but never actually used one. It seemed tonight was going to be a night of ‘firsts’.
“You grab a table and I’ll get the drinks in.” announced Ben before checking on our requirements.
I headed off to a table I had spotted in the corner but Emily declined it with the words “We’ll get a better view from here.”
Immediately I knew what she meant, it was right in line with the stage and yet far enough away to make it look as if we weren’t watching. We took our seats and then I casually glanced around the rest of the room. There were barely about 15 people in the venue right then. A group of 4 lads at a table by the bar, with several bottles of beer already on the table. 2 Girls stood at the bar giggling and I did wonder if that was in response to Ben’s approach.
Sitting on the edge of the stage, were 2 girls and 3 guys — each with a bottle of beer apart from one girl who had a bottle of water — or naively, what I ‘thought’ was water.
At a table near the door sat 2 guys completely oblivious to the goings on. In truth, they were already well drunk and had that odd ‘far away’ look on their faces.
Finally over in the corner, right by the stage and almost lost by the curtains stood a young lad that I’d guess was barely 19, his face directed to the floor. Despite that I could see his face was a little acne ridden and he looked a little forlorn, and lost. Almost as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be there.
Ben returned with the drinks, handing Emily a bottle of beer and the glass of wine that I had requested. I took a sip, expecting the wine to be like vinegar, but once again I was pleasantly surprised.
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