This is the story of being the girlmeat in a boybread sandwich.
During SlutFest 2004, that time period when I gave myself the all-access pass to unfettered carnality, I made a mental list of things I wanted to do. Near the top was being in a threesome with two men.
In the grand spirit of nothing exceeding like excess, the threesome promises a surfeit of pleasures. More hands, more mouths, more flesh, more limbs, and, in this case, more cocks. I’d had the girl/boy/girl threesome a couple of times—and in fact the week after my boy/girl/boy threesome I’d have another g/b/g one—but I’d never been with two boys at once, and I liked the idea.
I liked the idea of being the warm womanly center of the all male maelstrom. I liked too the idea of being doubly objectified, doubly penetrated, doubly used and doubly pleasured. I liked the idea of having a cock in my mouth while a mouth was at my pussy, and while that scenario is obviously open to the g/b/g threesome, I liked the idea that I could then be fucked by the cock belonging to the mouth that was at my pussy.
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