The Girth Experience

You Snooze, You Lose! Mix long-time friends, a few drinks, and what do you get?

by rawallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I couldn’t believe it. How did I get into this? It sounded daring, forbidden, exciting even at the time. I wasn’t inexperienced, so when Tyrell suggested we go into the bedroom and have sex together, I agreed. Though in retrospect, the large glass of wine I had consumed had played a part too–it had really loosened me up. My inhibitions disappeared–my urge to receive sinful pleasure seemingly heightened. That it would involve three of us didn’t seem to register as a problem. In fact it was the opposite–I had never done kinky before.

After all, cock was cock wasn’t it? I enjoyed it–provided it wasn’t the hard-pounding crap as shown in porn. I trusted Cory and Tyrell as we had been friends for years and had gone skinny dipping together at night several times. Between boyfriends, I had made-out with both of them–at different times–never going any further than a little mutual groping. I’d never really gotten a good look at their packages in the dark while skinny-dipping–just hints of what I knew was there.

But what I had felt in my hand a few hours ago told me something I hadn’t known. Now, the events of the evening slowly unfolded in my mind as I slipped into my own bed with a knowing smile.

We sat watching a video, talking, and drinking as Tyrell had invited Cory and me over. He was pretty well along in his drinking considering the number of empty beer bottles sitting on the kitchen countertop when I arrived.

Tyrell sat looking at me, a goofy smile on his face, “When’s the last time you got laid girl?”

“I’m not telling you that,” I said laughing.

Though it got me to thinking it had been a while and the last masturbation session with my pillow hadn’t accomplished as much as I had hoped it would. In terms of lasting satisfaction it had hardly taken the edge off my craving.

Cory looked at me with a shrug, apparently wondering where this was going as he sipped his Coke. I patted his leg and gave it a few rubs to show him I understood.

“You’ve got protection with the pill–why don’t we get it on?” Tyrell offered with a slur in his voice.

I didn’t say ‘yes’ immediately. But, it got me thinking about it and well...it got me thinking harder about it. Then the damn tingle started right where I couldn’t easily ignore it–telling me it was a great idea. By that time Tyrell had taken the initiative and started rubbing my leg–it had an immediate effect as his fingers caressed the bared skin at my knee the crept up under my skirt. A slow burning fuse was lit and a minute later I gave him my reply.

“Okay, we can do it, just one of you at a time, no three-some shit,” I said with authority. The wine had made me overly confident and receptive. I remembered Cory looking at me as if I were some kind of alien creature as I squirmed on the sofa cushion. Though when I reached over to rub his leg he didn’t move away in revulsion. In fact, the smile that came to his face after a few seconds suggested something else.

Tyrell stood up, a little unsteady, and headed for the bedroom. I followed, with Cory trailing behind me. Tyrell went to the loveseat and sat down–bending over to untie his running shoes.

Then he sat back up–“Whoa! What ah! head rushh,” he slurred as he lay his head onto the high cushioned back of the loveseat and closed his eyes.

Cory looked at me, “Tahesha, do you really want to do this?”

“Sure, if you’ll do me first. I don’t think Tyrell will last long enough. Not with as much as he’s had to drink. I need a good fuck.”

“Do you have some lube?”

“Yes, why? I’ve never had a reason to use any.”

“Maybe you should wait to make up your mind if you really want us to do this,” he suggested cautiously.

“What? Don’t you want me? I thought white guys always wanted to screw any girl,” as we stepped closer to the bed.

“You’re one fine looking woman. Of course, I’ve thought about it,” he admitted quietly.

My fuzzy mind registered at least Cory was honest about it. I glanced to the other side of the bedroom where Tyrell was supposedly undressing–he was passed out–slumped down onto the loveseat, with his shoes still on.

I turned to look at Cory, “I’m horny beyond belief and my pussy is throbbing. It’s been months since the last time. You know I want this, or I wouldn’t have agreed to it. If I’m that attractive to you, there’s no reason for us not to,” I argued.

“Tell you what, let’s get undressed, and kiss a little. Then as we go along we’ll see where it goes.”

Unbuttoning my blouse, I...