The camping trip taught us new things : we enjoyed having sex with others and watching our partner's getting fucked. The thought of threesomes, or orgies was never far from the conversation, the major stumbling block remained. Having sex in our parent's houses was very limiting, even if we did get to shag, unless the house was empty, we had to be so, so quiet that it was almost pointless, reduced to mutual masturbation and giving head most of the time. We were at a total loss.
By now, most of our friends new that we were an item, and were fully supportive. It was one of them, Les, that came to our rescue. At 30, Les was the oldest of our little gang and had his own apartment. Chatting with him in the pub, he said we could use his place if he was allowed to watch and maybe join in. Having an audience at the campsite was great fun, so we readily agreed. I liked Les, a bit of a loner, he kept himself to himself, so I was surprised at his offer. Prematurely balding, short, with a round face and thick glasses. He said we could visit him anytime Saturday or Sunday. With a little persuasion, he agreed to let us come Saturday and stay over, as long as we helped with the cooking. I said we would take him out to dinner by way of a thank you.
So it was, we rocked up at the apartment at 2pm with overnight bags. The apartment was in a dreadful state. I told Les to sit on the sofa while we tidied up. I brought him a cup of tea, Sam set about the living room while I attacked the kitchen. The work was so hot that we stripped to our boxers Our bedroom was little better, having been used as a dumping ground. We stuffed the rubbish in bin bags and clothes in the wardrobe. Les told me where the linen was kept, and we put fresh bedding on. It took an hour or so to get the place tidy, now we could enjoy ourselves. I sat on Sam's lap, snogging. With him hard, I slid onto the carpet, eased his boxers down and gave him head. I noticed Les, had his dick out, gently wanking. With Sam's permission, I went over to Les to blow him instead. As he became erect, the only thing out of proportion with his small stature was his penis, which was at least 9" with a fat crown. Whilst I was blowing him, Sam knelt behind me. He actually ripped my underwear off and rimmed me. With plenty of saliva on my hole, Sam entered, forcing more of Les' dick down my throat. Half sucking, half wanking, I brought Les to an orgasm. I could now lay on my back and give Sam my full attention. My right ankle was on Sam's shoulder, I jerked and splattered my seed. Sam pulled out, and with a few strokes, added his cum to mine. I would spend the rest of the weekend without underwear. Mid afternoon, sex for all of us, with the rest of the weekend to go. We dressed and spent the rest of the afternoon in the pub, planning to eat there. We were into our second pint, when we were joined at the table by a mutual acquaintance, Glen, one of Sam's exes, who was now seeing Les. Introductions over, we toasted to old friends. Over dinner, Glen regaled us with stories of his time with Sam. He confided that because they both preferred to top, they took it in turns to bottom. I noticed Les stroking Glen's thigh. I also realised that I was dining with three tops. Having finished our meals, we went back to the apartment, picking up two bottles of wine on the way, it was still only 7pm.
Even before we trouped back to Les', I knew I would be in for a good time, it was just a question of who would go first. I assumed it would be Glen as the other two had cum earlier. Back indoors, Les went to fetch glasses, Sam and I sat on the sofa, kissing. Glen was sat in one of the armchairs, his boxers round his ankles, masturbating. When Les came back, he was completely naked, his big dick swaying in front of him. One glass of wine and the sex began. I was stripped and laid on the carpet. Surprisingly, my boyfriend was hard, and went first. He knows both how to give me a good time and how to perform to an audience. We made out, he rimmed me, Les passed him some lube, and he mounted me. We shagged for a while, then did it doggy, He took his cock out, gave it to me to suck, and went back to missionary. He didn't cum. Our host was next, missionary once more. He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes, using all of his 9". He also tried not to cum, but accidentally bred me. Not so with Glen, who just went for it like he hadn't had sex in months. Back to Sam, who fucked me to orgasm. I came unaided.
No one dressed, more wine, more sex stories, and we went to bed, Les slept with Glen. A sleepy me kissed Sam and said "Thank you, I love you more each day." Morning, Les was already up, naked, coffee in hand. I popped off to douche, shit and shower. By the time I was clean, everyone else was up, all in the nude. Coffee and toast over, I was laid on the dining table, which was the perfect height to fuck me. No kissing this time, Glen lubed us and plowed in. Cheered on by the others, he had learned from Sam and played with my hole. His first shot landed on my belly and he bred me with the rest. My boyfriend went next. This time he was so worked up, he shafted me hard, breeding me in minutes. Les finished me off, sliding in on two cum loads, fucking me with his big weapon and tossing me at the same time. We came together. He rubbed my cum into my skin. Our weekend of sex was over, my ass was sore and I needed to rest. Unfortunately, Sam had other ideas. He did let me sleep for an hour, then joined me in bed, spooning and fucking me from behind. I had no spunk left in me. Insatiable Sam sprayed my guts once more.
