This happened when I was still living at home, a few years ago just before my 21st birthday. I was home for the summer from uni and working long days in a crappy summer job for a friend of my dad. I had an on/off boyfriend, but we were very much off at this point- in fact I had decided that I was well and truly done with him and his bullshit behaviour. I wasn't missing him at all, and in fact I was sure it was over for good. The only problem was that because of the long hours in the job I wasn't getting out much, and wasn't getting much cock. That was the only thing I was missing.
It was a warm Wednesday afternoon and I had clocked off early from work, saying I had a headache, when in fact I had just had enough. My parents were on holiday and my brother Chris was at work himself, working in a Pizza Hut while he waited for his A Level results. He was just 18 and had been out every night since our parents went to Greece, drinking, clubbing and trying to pick up girls with his best mate, Simon. I had heard them coming in at 3 and 4 in the morning, without any women, so I got the feeling they weren't having much luck.
They weren't the only ones: I was ridiculously horny. I had been thinking about sex all day and as I got into the house and dumped my keys and handbag on the table I was calculating how long it was since I had last had sex. Six weeks. I was feeling it. A shiver ran through me and dampened my pants as I thought of my exs big, pink cock and I wished, not for the first time that day, that he might come round and let me sit on it for an hour. Flicking through the post as I walked up the stairs in my stockinged feet, I decided that I would get my vibrator out and give myself a damn good seeing to whilst I had the house to myself.
I had a few vibrators and dildos, but this was my favourite. A blue Rampant Rabbit, 7 inches long and thick enough that when pushed into my tight little snatch, I'd gasp out. It was ready with new batteries when I pulled it out of my bottom drawer, I pulled my flimsy summer dress over my head and laid down on the bed.
As I looked in the mirrored doors of my wardrobe I pondered myself as I did so. I'm not a model and I don't have a models body, but I couldn't help but concede that I did okay. Tall and hippy, I'm not thin but my curvaceousness is in all the right places, F cup boobs and hips that flare out like Jessica Rabbit and red hair that falls onto my shoulders. My pussy hair was trimmed down and neat and as I manoeuvred myself into a comfortable position my firm but very natural tits bounced a little. I was in the mood for some porn, and reached under the bed for the box where I stashed all of the tapes and DVDs I had acquired over the years, mainly from my ex who had gotten me into the kind of porn I am still into now: girls getting roughly fucked by big cocks. I found an Ava Devine DVD that I really enjoyed, where she gets done every which way by three big, black cocks, and put it into the player.
The best thing about this DVD was probably the beginning, which came onto the screen suddenly. Ava, in a basque and silky pink panties, addressing the camera as she pulls her big, fake titties out of her lingerie.
"You like these?" She asked. Despite not considering myself to be in any way bisexual or anyway bi-curious, I found Ava an incredible turn on. Her trash talk and her quintessentially porn star look gets me wet every time. I pulled off my own knickers and began to rub myself as she spoke. I was already soaking. "You like these big fucking tits," she continued as I began to rub my clit, "I love it when I'm getting fucked...." She pulled at her breasts as I rubbed the nipple on my own left boob, "....and they fucking bounce." Ava jumped to show us what she meant. I pushed a finger into my pussy and it felt amazing. I quickly rubbed the wetness onto my already hard clit and a jolt of electricity ran through me. "I love it," the horny porn starlet on screen continued, "when a man just comes up to me with his big, hard cock and I'm sucking on it and they bounce," she sucked her own fingers to demonstrate, "and then they fucking slap my big titties and fucking grab them."
I considered the beautiful body that was turning me on so much. I love cock and like I say, don't consider myself to be in any way bi-curious, but during the last couple of years at uni I had been sexually experimenting between break-ups with the boyfriend, and in May of the first year had found myself the third wheel in a girl/girl/boy threesome with some dorm mates. It had just kind of happened one night when the liquor was flowing, and the guy, Steve, had approached me. We had got off with one another during Freshers week- no sex, but a lot of snogging and petting and he had ended up frigging my hot little cunt to orgasm- so he knew I was game, and he told me that his new girlfriend, a sexy little nymph called Louise with huge tits and a figure not unlike my own, was keen for a threesome. I was a little drunk, but said clearly that I didn't really fancy girls.
"You fancy me though," he said, and it was true, I did, "and she's been with a woman before." I didn't really think for a second that it would happen, but as the night continued and the drinking continued the sexual sparks began to fly between the three of us, and before I knew it, it was 4am and just the three of us left in the dorm kitchen. I was lying across three kitchen chairs, slightly drunk, and drained the last of a bottle of JD. Louise and Steve were stood over by the sink and kind of looked at each other with a nod. Steve came over and sat next to me. "How you doing, Miche?" He said. I smiled.
"Goooood." I was drunker than I thought. My legs were across the three chairs and my skirt had ridden up. He stroked my thigh.
"You're looking hot, Michelle." He said, a glint in his eye. I knew what was going to happen. I parted my thighs and his hand wandered, finding my black thong and, as luck would have it, freshly shaved pussy. I was bald down there at that time.
"Mmmmmmmmm." I groaned. I instantly remembered the way he had expertly made my pussy cum during Fresher's Week, and opened my legs further to let his fingers probe. He was slightly older than the rest of us, in his early 20s, and had come to uni life late. He knew what he was doing.
"You're so wet." He said, but I couldn't speak. His fingers were expertly probing my wet hole and the big, hard clit above it. I looked across the kitchen and watched as Louise hitched her own knickers down and jumped up on the work surface. She parted her legs and I saw, for the first time, her lovely little snatch. It was as bald as mine and her fingers instantly went to it, frigging it as she watched me get frigged. I raised myself up on my elbows and Steve kissed me, deeply. "Get up and come and touch Louise." He urged.
I didn't recognise myself. I had always had a high sex drive, ever since I lost my virginity at 15, but generally in the context of relationships. This wasn't like me, but it was incredibly liberating. I strode across the room and, with no clue what I was doing, touched Louise's cunt. She groaned out and Steve looked like the cat that got the cream.
"Take your top off." I said. Her tits were incredible. Big, round and firm. I was mesmerised by them. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked.
