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My first time being shared

I recall my first exploit into what eventually turned into the lifestyle was actually in college. My name is Kate, and I attended a small school in the midwest where I was a track athlete and studied Biochemistry. I am 5’8”, athletic but with boobs that are, frankly, too big for track. I did my best with tight athletic bras but it kept me from really being all that I could on the track. I wasn’t always developed, and it wasn’t until midway through high school that guys started noticing me. Frankly, I didn’t like dumb jocks and started wearing baggy sweats, putting my hair up in a bun and sporting thick glasses to keep them at bay. But, whenever I competed, I couldn’t hide behind all that and the looks and attention made me cringe.

That’s why, when I eventually got to college I met a really smart guy, Steve, and started dating. He was a bit dumpy, not athletic in the slightest, but was studying Physics in grad school. He was older by a few years and was my first sexual experience. He wasn't a jock.

We always had sex in the missionary position. Same old, same old. We’d get undressed, he’d get on top of me, stick it in and start thrusting. He didn’t even play with my ample boobs. Next thing you know, all done. I never came, not once. Afterward, he’d roll off, and go eat something, leaving me to finish off on my own.

One night he’s pounding away, finishes, and rolls off, and I just laid there annoyed. I clean up, put on a robe and head into his duplex’s kitchen, where I find him eating cereal.

“Steve, do you have any fantasies?”

Steve stops the spoon halfway to his mouth.

“What?”

“Do you have any sexual fantasies, you know? Stuff you’d like to do, like, in bed or whatever?”

Steve looks down, takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, and then swallows. Then sits there for a minute, before looking up at me,

“You serious?” He asks.

“Yeah, you know, it’s kinda always the same in bed,” I explain, “and I was just wondering. I’d be down to do something, you know, kinky or fun.”

“Like, you’re really serious, Kate?”

“Yeah.”

He looks away, then stands up abruptly and paces the kitchen for bit, stops to look at me, then paces some more.

“What, Steve?” I ask.

“Well, there is one thing. But, nah, you wouldn’t.”

“Try me. Seriously, I’m down.” I press.

“Well,” Steve sits and continues, “There is one fantasy I’ve had for a while. But….” ?He starts nervously rubbing his hands.

“What, go on,” I say, intrigued.

“Uh, well, I really have been fantasizing about seeing you fuck another guy…ya know… while I watch.”

My jaw hit the table. That was not what I meant, and I was super annoyed now. Here I wanted to spice things up a bit, with him, you know, and Steve wants to pawn me off for some dude to pound while he watches? I immediately stood up and turned to go.

“Wait, Kate, I’m sorry, I just…..”

“No Steve, its cool. All good.” I say, sarcastically, heading down the small staircase to grab my things.

“Really?” he asks.

“Sure, sounds like a great time.” I say over my shoulder, emphasizing “great”, then grabbing my stuff and walking out the door to practice. He couldn’t see me roll my eyes.

A couple days go by and am focused on school and practice. I don’t hear from Steve and ?don’t reach out. Then Steve sends me a text and says, “come over tonight?”

“K” I respond, thinking he’ll surely apologize for being such an ass hat.

It’s cold and I walk to his apartment from school in my usual baggy sweats, top knot and glasses. As I walk into his apartment, always too warm, I take off my bulky sweatshirt and throw in on the coat rack, leaving me in a sports bra and my baggy sweats. I drop my bag and jog up the short flight of stairs to his kitchen/living room, where I stop short. Steve stands up from the table nervously and gestures to his guest, and says, “Uh, hey Kate, You remember Ben, right? I tutor him in Calculus.”

Ben. Wrestles for the school. About my height but ripped to shreds. Typical jock.

“Yeah, uh, of course. We see each other occasionally at the athletic cafeteria. Hey, Ben.”

He nods, and I involuntarily cover my sports bra wrapped breasts with my arms.

“Well, uh,” Steve continues, “So, Ben and I were just hanging out…”

Steve never hangs out, ever.

“…and, ya know, we were talking…”

“Ahhh, right, you want me to fuck Ben. Funny, Steve.”

“Well, you said you were cool with it, and, uh, well, I thought, uh…….”

Ben starts to smirk. So sure of himself. He stands up and pulls his shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest and stomach.

I decided two things right there. One, fuck Steve. I was done with him. And two, I was going to make a show of this little setup.

As I’m thinking these things, Ben walks toward me, pulls the pencil out of my hair, which causes my pony tail to fall to my shoulder, and takes my thick glasses off.

“Better.” He says.

I look at Steve, who is rubbing his hands together again, and then back to Ben.

“Well, Ben, lets see what you got,” I say, smacking his hand away as he tries to touch my hair again.

“Huh?” ?“Drop them shorts and let’s see what we’re working with here.”

He grins, then drops his school logo’d shorts. Of course he’s not wearing underwear, I think. But, honestly, I am ntrigued. Uncircumcised, and much bigger than Steve. Already semi-hard, I see. Shaved. I glance at Steve, who is wide-eyed and open mouthed. Asshole.

I stare at Ben for a bit, whose smile begins to falter, then I drop down to my knees to get a closer look. I hear Steve gasp. Ben tries to touch my hair again, but I smack his hand away. I’d never seen a uncircumcised cock. I reach out and grab it, pushing the skin sheath back to reveal the bulbous head. Ben inhales. I move it around looking at it from all angles, strangely curious about it. It is truly bigger, no doubt. Looks clean. I don’t know why, but I leaned toward it and sniffed it. Hmmm, a little sweet, like he perfumed it or something. Weird.

Steve has now moved around and is sitting on a chair, starting to rub himself through his shorts, watching from the side like the voyeur he is. I stare at him for a second and he looks away.

I return my attention to this cock I’m holding, and then a thought occurs to me. I’m aroused. Like, really aroused. I feel like I want to do something. I want this to continue. I slowly start to stroke his cock. As I stroke it, I see a little pre-cum glisten on the head.

I don’t know what made me do it. Well, I suddenly wanted to, so I opened my mouth and took in his large cock. Mmmmm. Big. I started sucking on it, rolling my tongue around the head, licking up and down the shaft, stroking it while I bobbed my head back and forth. You know, like I’ve seen watching porn. Ben once again tried grabbing my head, but I smacked it away again. I reached my free hand around and grabbed a firm butt cheek, pulling him into my mouth. He slowly starts thrusting into my mouth and puts both hands on the top of my head. I let go of his cock and ass and grab both wrists, pulling his hands off my head, and look up at him. He stops thrusting and looks down at me. I’m on my knees, holding his wrists away from my head, his cock in my mouth, starting up at him and he starts slowly thrusting in and out again, and closes his eyes. I am so horny that my panties are soaked, and I take his cock, in and out, over and over, while holding his wrists. I’m surprised at how deep I can take it. This goes on for a minute or so, then I pull my head back, releasing his cock from my mouth, letting go of his wrists and stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of one hand and round on Steve. Steve has his little cock out stroking it, and stops, staring wide-eyed at me. He has his phone in one hand, thumbing for the camera.

“No video!” I yell at Steve, and walk over to him to slap his phone across the floor.

I stand there panting, look back at Ben, then turn and walk toward the couch. Once I reach it, I drop my baggy sweatpants, pull down my panties, stepping out of them and then bend over the edge of the couch.

“Come fuck me, Ben.”

Ben hastens over and I’m waiting to feel his cock enter me. I feel his hands on the top of my butt, then his tongue. I stiffen, about to protest, when he deftly starts circling my clit and labia, back and forth, sending me into another dimension. I’d never had anyone give me head. Steve would never. I’m bent over the coach, my face planted into the cushion, screaming pleasure as Ben tongue fucks me. He then starts nibbling on my folds. Oh, my, I’m in heaven, my cheeks are on fire, my heart is pounding so much I hear it in my ears. I then feel a finger enter me and find my spot, while the tongue continues to circle and flick. Holy shit, Ben knows what he’s doing. I press up from the cushion and push back onto his face. He grips my hips to hold me steady and his tongue circles my ass then back into my canal. I let out a guttural cry and moan. Electricity is surging through my every extremity as I come. I come so hard I feel light headed, my head flops back down on the cushion. I turn my head to the left to see Steve has repositioned himself in another chair for optimal viewing, and he is fulling stroking his little cock. No phone this time.

As I’m watching Steve, Ben grabs the front of my hips an the head of cock presses against my pussy. I arch my back further while hanging over the side of the couch, and the head of Ben’s cock slowly enters me. He rocks back and forth, in and out, stretching me to accept his girth.

“Damn, your pussy is tight.” Ben says through gritted teeth.

I close my eyes and bite my lip, it feels so wonderful. After a few strokes, Ben is fully inside me and starts thrusting in and out, still holding the front of my hips for leverage. I reach down with both hands, pulling off my tight sports bra, releasing my tits from their confinement. Ben’s hands grab each shoulder, pulling me up off the couch and back onto my feet, I’m still leaning forward but holding on to the edge of the couch, as he uses my shoulders to pull me back onto his cock, pounding me over and over, his cock filling my insides. Slap, slap, slap. My large breasts are flopping up and down until he releases my shoulders and grabs my breasts from behind, pinching my nipples as he fucks me. I look over at Steve, who has come all over himself, and shoot him the bird. I come again so hard, that I see stars, gripping the edge of the couch tighter to maintain my feet. Ben slows but thrusts deeper and deeper and deeper, pounding and pounding before pulling out and shooting come all over my ass and lower back, rope after rope of warm jizz, as he lets out a moan and says, “oh, fuuuuck yeah.”

I flop back over the edge of the couch and lay there, panting, catching my breath and basking in the numbness of the afterglow, feeling Ben’s come slide down my ass and back.

I never saw Steve again after that. I made sure he didn’t have any video on his phone, then patted him on the chest and told him “have a nice life.”

Ben didn’t go to Steve for tutoring anymore, either. I made him a deal he couldn’t refuse: I’ll tutor you in math if you fuck my brains out every once in a while. It was a fruitful agreement.

Oh, and I ditched the baggy sweats. This girl was open for business.

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