College was, sexually, quite the disappointment. I went away from home to a big state school. I was new to the place, didn't know anyone, and I just seemed to have bad luck finding anyone to have sex with. So it was masturbation days, all the way. My finger was in my pussy so much that I was afraid I'd fall in love with it. I did well in school, though. With nothing else to do but jerk off, I studied.
The four years seemed to go by really fast, with only a few brief sexual episodes, mostly with boys; a few with girls. But none of them were very satisfying. Apparently the dumb jocks in my little one-horse home town knew more about sex than the any of the so-called college boys I encountered.
After college I masturbated even more. Playing with myself really turned into a real habit for me. For one thing, I had a lot more free time.And for another, I got a (stupid) corporate job, and, to my great disappointment, theguys at work, as well as the men I met in bars, made the hayseeds I had known in college look like a bunch of hot lovers.
So I played with my pussy a lot. I was desperate. So desperate, actually.in fact, that I turned to the Internet. It started out as a search for something to get me more aroused when I felt like masturbating. I found a bunch of sex sites, and sampled them, and I liked looking at the pornographic pictures and sex movies while I played with my cunt.
But then I found this site that really excited me. It was a sex chat room, where people sent in pictures and movies of their cocks and pussies and tits and assholes for other people to look at, and where the online conversations were absolutely, utterly nasty! I kind of became addicted to that site; every night, after work, I would go online and watch people fuck and suck, and I'd type in how hot my pussy was and how much I needed a fuck.
I got a lot of requests for pictures, so I got a digital camera and photographed myself (from the neck down) naked and masturbating and sent the pictures in. Boy, did I get a lot of responses! Men and women, all wanting to have sex with me! It was very gratifying. I looked through the pictures I got, and read the bios (everyone who responded had to send a little note about themselves).
Most of the bios were either stupid or seemed like bullshit. And I recognized some of the pictures from Internet porn sites, so I knew those were bogus. But the pictures from two of the men interested me. Their bios were a little more intelligent, and seemed genuine, and their pictures of their erect cocks looked home-made, and were, even more importantly, absolutely mouth-watering!
So I started corresponding with one of the guys. I hadn't had good sex in a long time. I had been jerking off and fantsizing a lot, and my imagination had gotten pretty wild, so what I proposed to the guy was the absolutely nastiest scenario I could imagine.
I wanted to meet him naked, except for a shoes and a raincoat, in a public place, and have him reach inside my raincoat and finger my pussy right out there in the open. He had to have a raincoat too, and be naked inside it; I was going to put my hand in and stroke his cock til he squirted cum all over me, hopefully while people watched. Then I wanted to go dancing. While we danced at the club I wanted to pull up my skirt (no panties, of course,) and let him put his cock in my wet pussy right there on the dance floor!
Then, of course, we'd go back to the apartment and fuck some more. This was the part I was really looking forward to. I didn't really care if all the public sex stuff happened or not. I really just suggested it to feel nasty and to get my pussy hot. What really I wanted was to sit on a hard cock, feeling my clitoris rubbing against it as I worked myself up and down. I wanted to feel someone stroke and squeeze my nipples as we fucked. I wanted to orgasm as a hard penis pushed deep into my hot wet cunt.
I sent the guy (who said his name was Bob) this proposal, and to my great delight, he wrote back saying he'd love to. He lived in a different city. He would meet me, he said, at the train station. He'd be wearing the raincoat, and his cock would be out of his pants and ready for me. I could hardly believe it! I was filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. But mostly, I was just horny as hell thinking about it. Real sex again! It was tempting to fantasize about it and masturbate. At one point I decided to save myself for the actual occasion.
Then I thought, fuck it! and fingered my pussy and clit into a delicious little cum! Afterwards I was laying in bed, feeling kind of dreamy, thinking about the cock I was going to fuck, when a crazy idea struck me. Why not fuck both of these guys?
So I wrote to the other guy whose letters and pictures I liked. I felt very oral at that point, so I wrote about how much I liked the taste of a man's genitals. I told him that I really liked the pictures of his cock and testicles that he sent. I told him I wanted to taste them. I asked if we could get together so I could lick his balls. I told how much I liked having sperm in my mouth. I told him that I wanted to suck on his cock until his hot cum flowed all over my tongue and lips. I said that if he would let me suck his sperm, I'd let him fuck me in the asshole (which was an exciting idea, but one I wasn't actually sure about).
He wrote back right away and we made arrangements to meet at my apartment building the day after Bob arrived. His name was Larry. I didn't tell Larry about Bob, or Bob about Larry. I thought it could be a a nice surprise for both of them. I mean, who, in their right mind, would turn down a hot three way sex orgy? Not me.
After I read Larry's letter, I thought about the anal sex offer I'd made to him. I thought about having two men at the same time; where I would let them put their big, erect cocks; all the things I could let them do to my tits and asshole and pussy and mouth. I leaned back and closed my eyes. As I imagined some of the possibilities, my fingers wandered down to my pussy lips. They were wet. I caressed them and gave myself a little tingle. Then I felt my clitoris to see if it was hard. It was pulsating with sexual heat. I couldn't stand it. I masturbated again. I just love orgasms.