I've always been the "Good" girl. Never bunked school, never raised my voice to my parents, did my chores, played 1st Team sports, belonged to most societies at school. Friends' parents loved me. I was always the responsible one. Designated driver. The virgin. Ol' goody - two-shoes. That was me.

For two decades.

Fast forward to my 21st year where it all came unraveled.

Fuck this goody, goody shit. I wanted some fun. I had a lot of catching up to do! So I did.

House parties, Bon fires on the beach (You know what happens at those!) Sports bars, Night clubs. One night stands. I tried all types... The Sugar Daddy. The surfer. The Bad boy. The Rugby player. The Business man. The married man. The Rep...

I just let go and enjoyed the moment. The freedom.

My fav songs at that time were a far cry from the hymns I used to sing every Sunday.

They included Poison - Alice Cooper, I touch myself - The Divynals, Come undone-Oasis, Black Velvet - Alanah Myles. Not to mention some NIN too. What do they have in common?

SEX. Hot and sweaty. Fornication. Self gratification... Something I previously wouldn't have dreamed of.

I didn't give a fuck about being seen as something other than the 'good girl' of yester year. A little

Promiscuous? Maybe... (It was safer back then.)

And then... One of my wildest nights happened.

It was a Saturday evening. Somewhere in March, early 2000's. As per usual, we headed for our usual spot. A sports bar down at the Beachfront that turned into more of a Coyote bar after 9pm.

My bf at the time was aware of my many fantasies, always trying his best to assist me in ticking off my Fantasy list. Bless him. He was the sweet sort that would do whatever he could to please me. I loved him and would reciprocate but tonight was MY night.

By 10pm I was a little tipsy. My inhibitions disappearing. My body moving in unison with the music. Bliss. I look toward the bar and my bf was watching me. Two other guys were with him. They looked like they knew each other. I hadn't met them before. They were also looking in my direction. I guess my sequinned crop top, flashing as the mirror ball's light hit it every so often must have been what caught their eyes, a blinking light - hypnotizing.

He calls me closer and introduces me to the guys. Old high school pals that lost touch as they each went their seperate ways after matriculating.

I liked the look of the tall, tanned, dark haired one. Dressed to the tee, like someone from a magazine cover. A real "Pretty" boy. The other, a well built bald shaven guy, with a tattoo sleeve, in denims and a white vest.

They were pole opposites, not to mention how different they were to my Surfer dude bf.

I decided to join them and sat down at the bar and chatted for a bit. Around 11pm I was ready to leave.

My Bf asks if I'm done partying. "Are you kidding me? We shall be carrying on partying at your place". I can see his face light up because, just as much as I want to live out my fantasies, his is to watch. He yearns to see me being fucked.

His place is a quick drive from the bar. It's on the 6th floor overlooking the sea. A glass balcony that you can open the sliding windows and feel the wind in your hair and smell the scent of the ocean.

The 3 of us get comfortable on the worn in tan leather sofa whilst my bf pours some more drinks.

It isn't long before some sultry music starts to play. My Bf's "Sex Tape" we used to call it. He holds his hand out to me and pulls me up into his arms. We begin dancing. I rub myself against him, bending in front of him and slowly sliding my ass right up until his cock. Bedroom dancing. Vertical dry sex dancing...

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see some fidgeting, some uncomfortable movements happening as the 2 guys can feel their pants growing smaller watching us. "Take them off if they are bothering you" I say with a wicked grin. "You too, babe".

I just see pants flying and hear the hottest sound of deep breathing. All 3 seem synchronized.

This can only be fun night!

I guess it's my turn...

As I let my black leather mini fall to the floor, they realise that I have not been wearing any panties this entire time. I keep my heels on and take my crop top off. My tits bounce as they are relieved from their sequinned prison...

"It's playtime" I announce seductively...

These two words were all that was needed for all 3 to lose the rest of their clothing.

BF led me to the couch... I lay down. He starts kissing me whilst Cover boy decides to go all out on my pussy. GI Joe starts kneading my tits, squeezing my nipples whilst holding his dripping cock. He runs his hand up and down over his shaft, then over his mushroom head. He spreads his pre cum all over his short but girthy cock. It makes for much easier handling.

Cover boy takes his place next to be. He holds onto the back of the couch and guides his long, veiny rod into my mouth. I almost gag at the feeling of it hitting the back of my throat. My Bf then decides it's his turn for some vag action. It is afterall primarily his playground.

With slow but meaningful thrusts, sucking on a cock and having my nipples bruised by pinches, I can't help but cum. The moaning sounds trying to escape my throat but being held back by Cover boys cock plugging my oral cavity.

I am then lowered and placed on top of GI Joe's wet and slippery awaiting cock. My hands land on the black fluffy rug beneath him, my hair falling over his face. He likes it. He pulls me down to penetrate deeper. He holds my butt cheeks open for Cover boy to enter my arse. It feels INSANE!

I don't even realise that bf is no longer in the mix. I can hear his voice though. He is edging me on, telling me how sexy I look right now. I move my head and see him on the 1 seater across from us, pulling vigorously at his cock and simultaneously cupping his balls.

I am moving up and down, back and forward. My body just moving to the movements of my lovers. I have no control, but it's what I want! My tits jumping all over the place. I am sure both cocks in me can feel themselves hitting against each other. Just a little flesh between them. I cum at the thought and squirt over GI Joe. I shudder and almost fall flat allowing the two to take me way past where I ever thought I could go. Bf is the first to cum. He stands above me and cums all over my back, then Cover boy fills my butthole with his hot, slimy goo. Surprisingly, GI Joe was the last man standing. He rolls me over, puts my legs together and guides me into the recovery position. He then enters me and starts banging me so hard that I can feel the rug beneath me move.

It doesn't take long for him to release his load into me. His hot cum dripping out of me, marrying with the wetness dripping from my arse. I am full and covered in hot, sticky spunk.

I lay back and take it all in, taking a while to recover. Bf bends over and hands me my robe. Once recovered, GI Joe helps me up. I sit down on the couch and light a smoke.

We sit chatting and have a night cap. Looking down at the rug, we all laugh. "That's never coming out, we may as well throw it out!" says bf.

At the end of the evening, Cover boy and GI Joe get dressed and kiss me goodbye.

They head for the door. Both satisfied. Cover boy's hair ruffled out of place, but he is not perturbed at all.

"Hey guys, hope to see you again when you pop into town synchronize your calendars! " I say with a wink.

"Absolutely" they say in unison.

"Oh, and by the way, you owe me a new rug!"

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