This is mainly true, somewhat embellished but precipitated by real events in our past. All this happened during that happy time of free love, in the days after The Pill freed women (and couples) from fear of pregnancy, and before AIDS and other STDs made everyone fear sex without wearing hazmat suits.
We spent most of the next day in bed. Got up for breakfast and then back under the covers. I implored her to tell me what else happened, and this is what she told me. We stayed warm by cuddling and turning on and playing and screwing and napping, all day. This story came out in pieces over a few hours. I remember it as she told me. How could I forget such a turn-on?
------------- (Her story)
He told me he had drinks planned with friends, but would come over later. When he showed up, he had two friends with him. A little surprise. I had expected just him, so I had dressed appropriately. By appropriate I mean sexier than I would ever dress in the office, deliberately to show off my attributes: tight sweater, short skirt, expensive silky pantyhose, perfume, fancy underwear, the whole bit. Yes, I had been expecting to go to bed with him again that night.
These two guys were in town for Christmas seeing their parents. They were the "drinks after work" that he had scheduled. No problem, we stretched the food a little, and there was plenty of wine since you had stocked up for the party. The decorations and prep went much more quickly with extra hands. After they noticed the mistletoe on the arch to the kitchen, we all tried it out. Pretty innocent at first, just nice little kisses.
And then the joints came out! Christmas joints, big ones, that the boys had brought from California. After the first one, candles replaced all the lights. Just seemed the right mood. Jonathan and I sat on the sofa; the boys sat in the chair and on the floor.
I keep calling them "boys." That's wrong. They're older than we are, they're his age, friends from college. Their names? Well, to preserve anonymity in case we ever run into them again, I'll shouldn't say. Let me call them Able and Baker. They were both pretty cute, dressed nicely in jackets and ties. So, Able sat on the floor, Baker in the chair. Yeah, I was a little concerned about my short skirt with two guys sitting opposite me staring at my legs, but not much. Much wine, good grass, many laughs. We were all buzzed after the second joint went around. Or was it the third?
Jonathan got another bottle of wine and brought the mistletoe back with him. He held it over my head, leaned over and kissed me. Deeply this time, a long time, with lots of tongue. Ooh, I liked that. And I'm sure it showed. Able and Baker both came over to kiss me in turn. They expected the same intense French kiss that Jonathan got. And they got it, we were all feeling happy and friendly from the grass and all.
Then Jonathan kissed me again, long and deeply. Only this time his hand came down from my shoulder to cover my breast. Whoa! Openly touching me like that? They can see that! Wait a minute! Did he tell these guys over their drinks earlier that we had been intimate? I took his wrist and tried to move it down. "What are you doing? They can see." I whispered to him.
He whispered back, "It's okay, babe, we're just having a little fun here." He squeezed my breast again. "Let's put on a little show for the boys." I wasn't interested in showing off, but it felt good, and I didn't exactly resist. In for a penny, in for a pound. He pulled me to him, and kneaded my breast hard, and played with my nipple poking out.
Now the boys really did expect the same. While Jonathan got more wine, Able split the mistletoe into pieces and taped them up above all the arches. You couldn't get out of the living room without going under one of them. When Jonathan came back in, Able pointed up to it. Jonathan insisted that I come over to kiss him, being the only female in the group. So I did. And then Able did. And then Baker. No matter who went anywhere, somebody passed under some damned piece of mistletoe somewhere and I had to kiss somebody. Did I mind? Not much. As I said, we were all happy and friendly and having a good time. These kisses weren't just pecks, by this time they lasted half a minute and swapped a lot of spit.
Then it changed again. Baker felt me up when we were kissing, openly. He pushed me back against the wall and put both hands on my boobs. Now everyone could not help seeing. I squirmed and struggled a bit, but to be honest it felt good. I was pretty horny by that time, kissing and hugging these three men over and over. So when he felt me up openly like that, I put my arms around his neck and held him tight. He pushed his hips into mine, too. I could feel that he was hard. Wow, this was getting serious. I should have done the arithmetic then: one girl, three guys; three outies for my one innie.
After that, things got serious. Able and Baker sandwiched me at one point, and I could feel that they were both hard. Baker behind me held both my boobs, Able in front of me kneaded my ass and pulled my skirt up to get at it. We moved back over to the sofa, Jonathan on one side and Baker on the other, both kissing me and playing with my breasts. Another joint came out. Able sat on the floor in front of me playing with my legs, staring up my skirt and trying to spread me open. A guy ogling at my underwear was the least of my problems, given that two other guys were mauling my boobs.
Time was slowing down, and I had tunnel vision from the grass. I could feel and smell and taste intensely. My whole body had the munchies. I knew where this was going. I immersed myself in the sensations. I wanted what I wanted and I didn't want to stop until I got it.
Jonathan got even more serious, running his hand up my thigh and up under my skirt. I let Able spread my legs more to make it easier for Jonathan to reach into my crotch. He reached it and cupped my mound. I was hot and wet. I'm sure he felt how red hot damp I was. Everyone was watching him play with my sex, he pushed his fingers hard into me. I pushed back hard, too, it felt wonderful to have a hand on my sex. My sweaty pantyhose and panties were all that kept him from opening my lips and getting into my vagina.
So he reached up to my waist and down inside the pantyhose. Then inside my panties. Oh, jeez, it was going to be just like last night, only tonight I was expecting it, I was asking for it the way I was dressed. And I had an audience. That was it, no turning back.
Right over my crotch, into the hair, he split my lips with his finger and found my clit. I screamed with pleasure. Able was kissing me and he heard and felt and inhaled my cry. I jerked my pussy up at the hand on my crotch to feel it more, and again, and again. His finger slid down from my clit to the opening of my sex hole, and then curled and pushed in! In me! In me! Oh, god, I'm being finger fucked right in front of the others. My hips jerked up again, I cried, I swooned, I wanted to be penetrated and I was! Deeper! I almost came. Maybe I did come a mini-orgasm. How could I not? One man kissing me hard and feeling my breasts and playing with my nipples, sending electric shocks down to my crotch. Another spreading my legs open, kissing my thighs and looking into my privates, watching the third man snake into my body. And the third, inside my clothes, inside my underwear, on my mound, on my bush, on my privates, inside my hole! Drilling me, his fingers inside my cunt, bathed in my hot juices, sawing into me while I push my fuck tube up onto his fingers to feel them deeper in me, fucking myself on his probing digits!
I came, loudly, my cunt muscles grabbing at his fingers that were sliding deep into me. God, they all heard me, felt me, they were all over me, hands everywhere, feeling me spasm and clench and writhe under their touches.