True story, names changed for obvious reasons and some identifying details, nothing at all changed to do with the actual course of events…

I am a woman in her 20s. I was a girl in her 20s when this took place. I’ve always been a bit wild, open to adventure. I’ve always wanted to try everything in life. That’s led me to unexpected excitement, novel experiences, and pure thrill. It has also, on plenty of occasions, led me to trouble, and some not always well mitigated for risk. In the words of Edith Piaf, je ne regrette rien. This particular experience, falls well into the thrill category. It was the first of many experiences with these two, that possibly became one of the most perfect sexual eras of my life so far.

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I’d spent the night out with friends, doing what girls in their 20s do. By the time I returned home, a little messy, it was around midnight, maybe 1AM. It was a work night. But I wasn’t tired and in fact, I was slightly miffed that I wasn’t still out having fun. Everyone else had given in far too early. I rolled into bed fully dressed and started swiping through a dating app. I came across a profile that piqued my interest. Gio. A young guy, older than me, with a mess of bleached hair that was so dark brown at the roots it looked black. Devilish deep brown eyes directed at the camera, menacingly sexy half-smirk. He looked dangerous. Just my type. All of his photos exuded a devil-may-care energy, he was an artist. Slouched in a chair with a spliff hanging out of his mouth, paintbrush in a relaxed hand, in front of a bizarre and incredible portrait of a woman.

He was European, and I’m a sucker for a man with an accent. I swiped. Instant match. I messaged him straight away, not expecting a reply, but one came, immediately. We started to talk and he said he’d ordered pizza and was staying up all night to smoke and paint. I like pizza, I said. Enough for two, he replied. And with that, I was heading over to his place in the city.

I stayed up all night, smoking, talking, eating pizza. He got me naked and stared at me, and asked if he could paint me. Sure, I said. I was blazed and staring at the art painted all over the walls of his flat. I felt something cold and wet on my sternum. Oh. He meant actually paint ME… somehow I dragged myself to work the next day, high on the experience, and also, well. High.

I fell in love with his wildness. We were an item from the get go, it just happened that way.

He lived with his best friend, Max. Max was even more handsome, taller, more muscular, he had long dark hair but his eyes were hazel. He was quieter. He didn’t seem to realise, or care, how good looking he was. For a long time I enjoyed looking at him, and although he spent every moment with us (bar bed time, when it finally came), he was so quiet that I didn’t really get to know him that well. He was just there, and pretty.

One night, maybe a month in to my sudden and intense relationship with Gio, we were, as was usual for us, up in the early hours, high on whatever you can imagine, passing a joint and making art. Max said he wanted to take a shower - they didn’t really operate on normal times so perhaps he had decided it felt like morning. When he left the room Gio turned to me. “How often do you think about fucking him?” I was used to his blunt communication style by now, but this one caught me off guard and I stuttered out a feeble “what do you mean?”. I was met with a long “tsk” and an exaggerated eye roll. We stared at each other silently for a few beats. He turned back to the painting. “Let’s see if he wants to fuck when he comes back”. I was stunned. Was he joking? Hard to tell with Gio. I wasn’t sure if he was feeling insecure or if he meant it. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and started gently kissing his jaw. His eyes slowly moved to the side and met mine, I stared up at him, he made my heart stop. “I want to always do crazy shit with you” I whispered. His devilish smile slipped through and he went back to his work.

Finally the door opened, and Max stepped in. We both turned to look at him in unison, smiling. He looked immediately caught off guard, towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair sticking to his collar bones. “What’s going on?” He asked, uncertain. “We are all about to fuck”, Gio said. Max didn’t move, his expression didn’t change. “Come over here” Gio said. Max paused and then took a couple of steps until he was stood right next to us, next to the bed. “Kiss her”. Max seemed unsure as to whether this was a joke or not. He seemed to realise Gio might be being serious, and after a slight hesitation, he leaned down and kissed me. I was waiting, not sure if this was really about to happen or if Gio would immediately laugh at us and call it off. But he didn’t. Max realised it wasn’t a joke, and the polite kiss he was giving me changed gear. Butterflies coursed through me as his big hands moved to the back of my head, it suddenly felt quite urgent, he took a fistful of my hair. His lips were soft but soon the kissing felt aggressive, his tongue reached forwards, meeting mine. “There you go.” Gio said, pushing my shoulder back with his hand, so that I was laid flat on my back. Max followed, not letting the kiss end.

I was overwhelmed with excitement, my legs spread naturally, and Max pushed in between them. He was hard, I couldn’t feel it through the towel and my pyjama shorts. He pressed it into me. The contact made me realise I was already soaked. I felt the fabric of my shorts slide against my lips and pull tight over my swelling clit. I could feel the size of him. I was so excited that I became a little overheated in the kissing. The exchange of tongues was getting more furious and I was grinding against him, feeling the towel come loose.

Gio firmly pushed Max’s head away from mine and I saw he’d removed his pants. He never wore a shirt anyway. He was stood over me, holding his cock above my face. “take her clothes off” he slid himself into my mouth as Max pulled my shorts away. I felt hands lift my top over my tits but I wasn’t able to see as my face bounced hard against Gio’s crotch. His cock pumped the back of my throat as my eyes watered and I slurped and gagged as long as I could take it. He eventually released my head allowing me to slide off, a little dazed. I was staring up at him but I felt Max slip between my legs, rubbing his cock against my dripping pussy. Gio was gently slapping my face with his now very wet shaft, I was entirely silent, stunned by my predicament, until I felt Max push into me. My mouth opened, but before I could get a full exhale out, Gio retuned his cock to my throat. Both men were entirely focused. Gio was staring into my eyes with an almost dead expression, I was taking his whole cock, not breaking eye contact, sucking and gagging and getting covered in my own spit. My whole body felt wet. Max was beginning to groan and I felt big hands squeeze hard onto my tits as he reached up, I turned to look at him as he fucked me, Gio took my hand and I started to squeeze and pull as fast as he could on his rock hard cock, staring into Max’s eyes as he leaned closer into me. I started to whimper and shake as he went harder, his face was fixed in concentration, he dropped his head onto mine as he powered his hips into me. I cried out, he began to grunt and lifted his head. Gio quickly grabbed my face and yanked it around to him again, pushing his cock back into my mouth. A few furious seconds past, and then almost exactly in unison, Max gave one hard pump into my pussy, filling me with his load, and Gio emptied his cum straight into the back of my throat. I gargled a bit, swallowed it, and felt a little dribble onto my cheek. Gio gently caught it with his thumb and pushed it into my mouth.

Everything went quiet. We collapsed into each other and lay there for a while. The sound of heavy breathing. Max, drenched in sweat pressed on top of me panting.

My pussy throbbed. A couple of minutes passed, I began to regain my senses.

I laughed.