Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: First Time In L.A. (FMM, threesome)
Date: 6 Nov 1995 23:32:34 GMT

			   First Time in LA

	I would like to share with you the first sexual experience I
had following my move to Los Angeles after graduation from Wellesley
College in Massachusetts. The (relatively) few men I'd slept with
until this time had all been steady boyfriends with whom I'd grown
increasingly closer and sex seemed like a natural extension of our
feelings for each other. This was QUITE different - pure(?) unbridled
LUST!

	The coast-to-coast move was prompted by a job offer from an
advertising agency in LA. While the job sounded great and I was
looking forward to entering the real, adult world I was still somewhat
nervous as I had never really been away from the New England area
before and had always considered myself fairly shy.

	My first week went really well. I found a nice little
apartment ten minutes away from the office and wore myself out filling
in the holes in my furnishings. Thus, when a male co-worker invited me
to a party at his place on Saturday, I uncharacteristically jumped at
the chance to go.

	This co-worker, Doug, and I hadn't exchanged more than a
couple of polite hellos during the week, although I had certainly
taken notice of this fine example of west-coast manhood - he was a
little over six feet tall and very athletically built.

	At the appointed time, I pulled up to Doug's place and joined
a line of guests filing in. Doug greeted me warmly and escorted me to
the well-stocked bar conveniently located in the corner of what
appeared to be his living room. He explained that he had been working
on a new Margarita recipe and would like me to test it out. I told him
it sounded good to me and let him fix me one.

	After sampling the drink and giving him some positive
feedback, we started talking about the reasons for my move and some of
the things I hoped to accomplish with my new life. We talked for at
least an hour, giving me time to request and finish another one of his
delicious drinks. Doug then excused himself to play host to his other
guests and I wandered around the apartment admiring the excellent
taste with which it was decorated and even joining in a couple of
group conversations. I was having a really nice time!

	A couple of hours and five Margaritas later, I found myself
talking to my handsome host again. I was genuinely surprised at how
good I felt when I was with him. He asked me how I was enjoying myself
and I told him what I'd been doing since we parted company earlier.
His boyish, almost embarrassed smile when I told him what a beautiful
job he'd done with the decoration just about melted my heart. I was
beginning to feel very warm and flushed and couldn't blame it all on
the drinks. This was more like the enchanted feeling you get when
you're with a new lover early in a relationship.

	Doug explained that while he had done a lot of the work
himself, he also had a roommate who should share the credit. He told
me that Chris, his roommate, was almost painfully shy and since he
didn't already know any of the invited guests, had gone off to read in
some secluded corner of the house. He then asked me if I'd like the
ten-cent tour. I eagerly accepted but told him it would have to wait
for a `nature call' - the alcohol was working its diuretic magic on my
kidneys. He laughed and pointed me in the right direction, saying he'd
meet me back at the bar.

	To this day, I'm still not sure why I did it but after
relieving myself, I removed my panty hose and stuffed them in my bag.
While the combination of the drinks and my unusually warm feelings for
Doug definitely had an affect on my inhibitions, this was even more
out of character than my accepting the party invitation. No matter,
though, because it proved to be an incredibly correct decision.

	Doug proudly showed me the upstairs bedrooms, complete with
sky-lights and hot tubs then took me down to see the partially
unfinished basement that housed a guest bathroom, guest bedroom and
den. He stopped off at the bathroom to answer his own call from nature
and I continued on to check out the guest room. The door was open, so
I just walked in, receiving the shock of my young life. There on the
bed, feet facing me, was a naked young man slowly stroking an enormous
erection, with his face buried in a Penthouse magazine.

	I watched for what seem an eternity growing warmer and
weaker-kneed by the minute. The reason for my presence and even Doug
himself had no meaning for me. I was consumed with desire for the
beautiful cock before me. It was the largest I had ever seen. The
large flared head was about two inches across at its base and the
shaft was at least eight inches long and as smooth as marble except
for the prominent vein running down the underside.

	When I eased onto the bed, the man (I guessed it was Chris)
dropped the Penthouse with a shocked look and his hand froze in mid-
stroke. My eager smile must have reassured him for he made no move to
stop me as I moved up to kneel beside him and replaced his hand with
mine. His cock felt as good as it looked and I could barely get my
hand around it. His balls hung low, resting on the bed and looked
large and full of cum.

	As I examined his huge cock with my eyes and left hand, I
moved my right in to cup and knead his sack. I had never been so
turned on in my entire life. Nothing mattered except priming his balls
until they were so hot his cum would boil over and shoot out of the
cannon I so urgently stroked. I leaned over and forced my tongue into
the beautiful piss hole staring me in the face and then slowly stuffed
as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

	One of my previous boyfriends had been hung pretty well (about
seven inches) and I had been almost able to deep-throat him but
Chris's cock was so thick that I couldn't get more than three or four
inches into my mouth. I slowly let it slip out then licked my way down
the large vein that ran from the spongy head to the soft sack of balls
my right hand was rhythmically squeezing. Reversing my direction, I
continued this sequence, occasionally pausing to lick and suck on the
head while pumping his shaft with my left hand. I wasn't even aware of
Doug when he got on the bed behind me until he lifted my skirt
uncovering my (fortunately) bare ass and pussy.

	I automatically spread my knees apart giving Doug easy access
to my dripping slit. He kissed me wetly on each ass cheek, nibbling
lightly then slid his hand through my legs and stroked me gently from
my lower belly to the sensitive area between my cunt and ass hole. I
somehow continued working on Chris while Doug worked me over good
alternating the stroking motion with deep finger probes - sometimes
one, sometimes two - into my boiling hot pussy.

	As good as this felt, I wanted more and wasn't disappointed.
Doug finally stopped stroking and moved up behind me. For a while he
just rubbed the head of what felt to be a another thick prick against
my burning clit. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and when his
penis was sliding past my sopping wet hole, I jammed myself back at
him impaling myself on a cock that had to be at least the equal of the
one I was servicing with my mouth and hands.

	Doug grunted his approval at my action and slowly pushed
forward until I could feel his pubic hairs on my puckered bung hole. I
doubt if I can adequately describe just how good I felt at that moment
- completely stuffed with cock and close to exploding. Doug worked me
with long, slow strokes that alternately brought the very tip of his
prick to my outer lips and then his crinkly pubes up tight on my ass.

	After I adjusted to his size and rhythm, I was able to return
to what I'd started with Chris - licking, sucking, and stroking for
all I was worth. Soon I felt the head of Chris's cock begin to swell
in my mouth and his balls shifted upward. He could feel it too and
sucked in a deep breath and arched his back forcing his cock another
couple of inches into my packed mouth. I was torn between wanting him
to explode in me and wanting to watch him shoot the wad we'd both
worked so hard to produce.

	As a compromise, I sucked him until the first hot spurt hit
the back of my throat then pulled off and pumped rapidly, continuing
to work his balls with my other hand. His load was immense! It must
have taken at least fifteen squirts to drain his monster cock, not
counting the the first and largest that I took in my mouth and was
still savoring. With each squirt, his cock jumped in my hand and
shrank a little until finally, it grew soft and drooped over my thumb.

	Watching and feeling Chris's explosion coupled (no pun
intended) with the steady pounding Doug was giving my pussy was enough
to bring me to the edge. I swallowed the mouthful of cum I'd been
enjoying, stuffed all of Chris's flaccid penis into my mouth and
jammed myself back at Doug as hard as I could, triggering the most
intense orgasm I had ever felt. Even now, many years, lovers and
orgasms later, it still ranks right up there and its memory continues
to serve as a one of my favorite masturbatory fantasies! Doug never
slowed down for a minute and his deep thrusts wrung shudder after
shudder of mini-climaxes from my drained body.

	Completely wasted, I flopped down on top of Chris, bringing
Doug and his huge prick with me. He quickened his pace for a few
minutes then pulled that magnificent cock out of me. My disappointment
at his withdrawal was soon replaced with wonder as he flipped me onto
my back next to Chris and I caught sight of the horse-cock that had
brought me such pleasure. While it was indeed roughly the same size as
Chris's, it looked very different. the head was smaller than the shaft
which was covered by a veritable network of bulging, pulsing veins. He
pulled my skirt down over my ankles and, anticipating his desire, I
worked my way out of my blouse and bra.

	Doug then moved up over me and slid his throbbing pole between
my soft white tits. I pushed them up at the sides, using my left hand
to form a top for the love tunnel he was now fucking. At each forward
stroke, his prick head pushed up toward my face, leaving a few
droplets of moisture on my chin. It was a combination of my juices and
Doug's lubricating pre-cum. By shifting slightly, I was able to
arrange it so that I could catch the moist tip in my mouth. Never
having tasted pussy juice before, I was surprised at how good it was.
I was hoping to repeat my experience with Chris's load and get to both
taste and watch Doug cum and he didn't disappoint me.

	After a couple of minutes of good tit fucking, I felt the
balls that had been rolling around on my ribs pull up into his sack
and saw the head of his cock swell up and turn a deep purple. Knowing
he was close, I forced myself up on his next forward stroke and took
about half his cock into my hungry mouth. Doug grabbed my head with
both hands and let go of his steaming load. Once I tasted his
delicious cream, I pushed my head backward and pulled his dick out and
up with both hands. He continued spurting as I pumped him up and down,
showering my face and neck with hot thick cum. When his squirting
finally subsided, he rolled off leaving me sandwiched between these
two incredible men.

	We all basked in afterglow for a while without speaking, my
hands squeezing their now soft cocks, a head on each tit and two hands
cupping my still tingling pussy. Doug finally completed the formal
introductions and we all showered, dressed and rejoined the party -
even Chris!

	This was the start of five great years in LA and I hope to be
able to share some of the adventures I had then and later with you all
soon.