When I get cum in all three of my holes on the same day, I consider that a hat trick. Whether or not the name was inspired by the adage “any hole’s a goal” that I first heard when I was a teenager is unclear, but it serves us well enough. This does not preclude more than three sexual acts a day, or the use of either oral or anal sex at any given time. Simply put, I want to have loads of sex while he cums in all of my openings. When we were younger, we might have had no trouble finding the time, the inclination, and the chance to engage in such dirty activities on the same day.
It may be a slow Sunday morning when I wake up and take his nearly erect cock into my mouth, flicking my tongue at him in anticipation of that first delicious shot of the day. Then, a bit later, I might quip, “maybe we should try for the hat trick?” after we’ve had some lax penis-in-vagina sex.
Just articulating the concept usually gets me excited to start working on it. The realization that he can fill my holes with his cum while he knows I’m thinking about it. The thought of craving anal too. Anal is wonderful, but it takes practice for me to enjoy it. I’m going to plug my arse first, and then have him play with his toys on it. Preparing me to receive his hefty cock in my arse by getting me as aroused as possible while still being completely at ease.
The hat trick is being celebrated not just because of his athletic prowess, but also because he has finally found the right time, place, inclination, and audacity to be completely full of his cum. To think that he took advantage of me and my flaws on that particular day. Marking his area with his jizz, he decided to stake his claim on me.
When I awoke, I had the distinct impression that someone had been in my room. When I rolled over and opened one eye, I noticed that it was only 5:30. After a faint groan, I laid my head back on the cushion, face down. Awake: “Hey Nikki, you asleep?” When he was 18, my brother started whispering. “Yes. ” To my pillow, I confessed. His bare form slid under the covers and I felt the sheets rise. He climbed into bed with me, pressing his hard-on into the small of my back. I could tell he had just showered because his hair still smelled like shampoo. “I have to get some shut-eye, Jess. Later. “”Remember, Nikki, I have that party today? My parents and I are getting ready to head out for the day. It’ll be six before we get home.He reached up and massaged my right breast, stroking my nipple, from my hip. Please, I need a quickie; I’m quite horny.
I’ll take care of everything.He didn’t even wait for me to respond before he plopped down on my back. His cock brushed against the entrance of my pussy as his knee forced my thighs apart. My pussy lips prevented him from entering me at the time, so he began dry humping me to get me wet. His hands were grabbing my butt cheeks, and I could feel his hard abdomen pressing down on me. He shifted his weight and probed my secluded doorway with the tip of his manhood. I assume his precum was gushing because he only had to slip the first inch inside of me. He started off with very light strokes, as if he were trying to avoid entirely penetrating me, and then, like a cork being pushed out of a bottle, he pushed into my vagina. “Ohh. ” I let out a startled gasp. What’s up?As the saying goes, “Yeah, take it easy.
“He must feel like his cock is enormous thanks to the dryness and tightness of my pussy. I figured it would be a simple task. I could tell he was at his peak intensity by the sound of his breath. We need to know, “Jess, are you getting ready?” We were all here when our mother called. “Here I am, Mom. He screamed back, “Escort in Frankfurt!” It was at that time that he did came, hot spurts of his sperm flying inside of me, and I burst out laughing at the double meaning of his response. I didn’t have an actual orgasmic experience, but I felt great after making my partner happy.
Got to run, thanks, sis. I promise to make amends at a later time.He kissed me on the cheek as his cock retracted, then he left my bedroom. I drifted off to sleep while his cum drained from me. I awoke at 10 am to take a shower and found that I had only faintly heard them go. I was feeling horny after our brief experience, but I managed to control myself long enough to change into some pants and an old cotton dress before heading downstairs. Even though it was a beautiful day, I was reluctant to leave the house, as most 18-year-olds are.
I suppose I could have put on some nice clothing and gone shopping if I had any money, but alas, I did not. The doorbell rang just as I was ready to head upstairs to Jess’s room to play some of his games. Instead of a salesman, it was Steve and Jon, neighboring brothers who I had mistaken for strangers. I let them in, and they filed into the hall and stood there. It’s been a while. “Hey Nikki. German women in Frankfurt.”Hey, Jess is out with her parents till about six.”Oh. In other words, how are you spending your morning? As he stepped closer and put his hands on my hips, Jon requested. I was anticipating this outcome, as I had previously engaged in sexual activity with both Jon and Steve, albeit in the presence of my brother. I have to say that having two clones serve me was a thrilling experience. Steve slid his hands over my front and behind me, squeezing my B cup breasts.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he enjoyed the feel of my firm, youthful flesh without any constraints. I didn’t say a thing as I pushed past them and went to the guest bedroom downstairs, where I collapsed onto the bed with my arms above my head. The identical twins eagerly followed me and stood next to me, at which point they began to undress. “No double penetration this time, guys, it was good, but I felt so stretched for a week. ” This is a warning. “Sure. ” As they stripped down to nothing, they chimed in unison, their cocks rising like flagpoles. I let them do all the work as I closed my eyes and relaxed on the bed. While Steve bit at my earlobe, Jon began gently kissing me and sliding his tongue over my lips.
Circling over the top of my garment, his fingertips never reached my breasts. Jon’s hand moved to my leg and repeated the motion, this time tickling me playfully up and down both of my thighs. For what felt like an age, this went on, and I shrieked and moaned at the slightest brush across my cotton-covered breast or my now-soggy underwear. Saying, “Will one of you just fuck me pleeezzzee?” We pleaded. I lifted my hips to grind against Jon as his fingers dug into the front of my pants. While Jon’s lips circled the erect nipple through my cotton clothing, Steve cupped my left tit and squeezed it, sending an electric bolt across to my right. My bottom started to ache with anticipation, and I was writhing around in discomfort. The brothers attempted to remove my dress, but they were unable to do so due to their inability to undo the clasps. As the saying goes, “Just rip it off.”My dress was ripped from my body as they grasped at the hem. Fingers grabbed the front of my light green string bikini pants as the sound of the cotton ripping piqued their interest.
