u/ms-megs

Disclaimer: Names were changed for privacy. I was 20 at the time of the story. And I'm a pure pinay waving the Ph flag in sextreme sports (charot).

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party, very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time (21M), thought that bringing me (20F) to his best friend’s 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so, so new to me because I was, after all, raised in a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn’t exactly say I was innocent because, while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who had been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that, though, my moral upbringing had always held me back.

But something snapped at that party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody had either gone home or passed out inside, I was left curled up on the daybed, complaining about how much I had drunk, while Pat and Ken - his best friend, the birthday boy - were across from me, still playing some card game. Bets were involved. And somehow, the bet included me.

“If I win, I get to put my dick in her.”

That was exactly what was said. The only normal reaction was surprise, but I couldn’t help my curiosity too.

“Bit extreme,” I commented, but I didn’t really protest.

“He’s been wanting me to share you since I showed him your photo.” Pat and I had really mind-blowing sex. He had a girthy 7.5-inch dick that I sometimes struggled to take because, before him, I was inexperienced. He loved the fact that I was a tiny Asian girl he got to spread open as much as he wanted, and that my pussy literally gripped onto his cock when he was inside me. It was almost expected that he bragged to his friends about that, but I was still speechless. “At this rate, I might just have to.”

My mind raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. I had never been with anyone else. Could I really take it? Would it feel different? Would I like it? How could I let this happen? I hoped he would cum inside me…

“You wish,” I settled on saying. I figured they might not be serious.

“Yeah, I wish,” Ken said as he put his cards down to pry more from me. “I mean, we’ll take care of you. Don’t you trust his judgment?”

I looked at Pat, almost in disbelief, but I was very amused too. I didn’t know what to say. He was looking back at me with a cheeky grin on his face. This wasn’t coming as a shock to him at all.

Ken kept trying to convince me, making all the great arguments for why I should let him fuck me. Frankly, they all made sense. He was clean. He was vouched for. He loved his Asian ladies. He made his girls cum first before he did.

I asked him, “You know I haven’t really been with anyone else?” My voice quivered a little as I looked at him and then again at Pat, almost like I was searching for an answer to be made for me.

Ken came to sit at the foot of the daybed I was curled up on and gently rubbed my legs. “I know.”

It only felt real then that they were actually asking for this to happen. I was frozen in place, still a little shocked at how forward this was. I had only met him that day, and he was shamelessly asking for a birthday gift that was a little too extreme.

I sat up from where I had been lying, still unsure of how to answer. Disbelief and amusement were written all over my face because, if I’m being honest, as repressed as my urges were, my sex drive had always been through the roof. I used to slut it out online, talking to nasty men who would tell me how they’d use my body and guide me on how to fuck myself. I just never thought I would, or that I could, act like a whore in reality.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that, before I knew it, Pat was hovering over me, jerking himself off right in front of my face. I giggled a little, and that was enough to signal that the answer was yes. He grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against his cock. He slapped me with his other hand, cupped my face, and guided me to open my mouth as he shoved himself deep into my throat.

I saw Ken stroking his cock slowly as he watched me get face-fucked. His pace seemed slower than the vigorous face-fucking Pat was making me take. “Get on all fours,” he said, and I complied.

I can’t lie. Ken telling me what to do in that sexy, low voice removed whatever hesitation remained in me. I was already wet, but I felt my pussy ache for something in it. He removed my skirt and pushed my panties to the side, but instead of inserting his dick inside me like I thought he wanted to, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips as wide as he could. “Fuck, Pat, your girlfriend has a tiny fuck hole.”

It felt exhilarating being objectified like that. He was almost inspecting my body, wanting to see for himself what I had to offer while I gagged on my boyfriend’s cock. Ken traced my wet slit with his fingers and told Pat how wet I was. I could hear them excitedly telling each other what they were going to do to my body while Ken took my panties off. In that moment, I existed for their pleasure, and I was all for it.

Pat sat down and told me not to stop sucking him, but he gave me control over the pace in consideration of how overwhelmed I might get once Ken started working on me. Somehow, in that small gesture, I felt taken care of.

Ken also didn’t fuck me right away. He ran his hands along my thighs and let his fingers brush my pussy lips before inserting both thumbs into my hole. The slick sound of my wetness seemed to excite him even more as he let out a low growl. “She’s so fucking wet, man.” He kept my pussy spread open and started lapping up my juices. I was already soaked, but he made sure I was dripping for both of them.

Ken’s tongue felt so hot and so good that I couldn’t focus on my boyfriend’s cock. Pat used both hands to run his fingers through my hair, gathering it as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. “It’s okay, just keep looking at me.” He thrust slowly in and out of my mouth as my eyes locked onto his. I was tearing up from all the gagging, yet I was still pleading for more. “You’re being such a good girl right now,” he said. He pushed my head deep down his shaft, and when he finally let me catch some air, he slapped my drool-covered face and asked, “Do you like being a whore for us?”

I nodded. I could barely speak. Everything felt so good. Pat helped me take my shirt off but kept my bra on. He just yanked it down to expose my tits. He had always liked it when I looked a little dishevelled, not completely naked.

“She’s wet enough,” Ken said from behind. Something about him barely addressing me felt so hot. It felt like he was acknowledging that I was property that belonged to Pat. And yet he was gentle, pleasuring me first before taking me. I felt him rub the tip of his cock around the entrance of my pussy, teasingly prodding the head in and pulling it back out repeatedly.

“Tell me how good she feels,” Pat said. He was clearly getting off knowing he was lending me to his friend.

Ken finally slammed every inch of his cock inside me, and I had to muffle my scream with Pat’s cock in my mouth. I hadn’t had a good look at how big Ken was, but I felt plugged tight. My pussy was being forced wide open around him, and I didn’t think he had been prepared for how small I truly was.

“Oh my god, Pat, this girl’s pussy is something else.” Ken didn’t move; he was letting me adjust to his size.

Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and let me rest my face, nuzzling into his crotch. “Hear that, baby? I’m so proud of you right now. Lick me. Just keep licking.”

Ken started pulling out and pushing in, gently at first, as I licked around my boyfriend’s girth. Strings of saliva were all over my face, and as my eyes rolled every time Ken slammed his dick back in, I must have looked like a real whore. Ken picked up his pace, reaching around me to rub my clit while he fucked me. Pat stroked his cock with one hand while rubbing his balls on my face and playing with my nipple with the other. I was honestly a hot mess, losing my mind in pleasure, when Ken pulled out and demanded we swap.

Pat told me to sit on his cock with my back towards him so I could play with Ken’s dick while I bounced.

I lowered myself onto Pat’s length and ground on him as hard as I could. I was getting so close to cumming. Ken told me to open my mouth wide while I fucked myself on my boyfriend’s cock. He spat into my mouth, slapped my face with his dick, and told me what a good fucking slut I was.

“Taste yourself on my dick,” he ordered.

His cock was veiny, so I traced those veins along his shaft, tasting the mixture of our juices. “Just keep using the tip of your tongue to lick me.” It felt dirty—bouncing on my boyfriend’s cock with my tongue puckered out, licking his best mate’s dick while he rubbed my nipples. Pat must have told him that playing with my nipples drove me insane.

“I… I’m going to cum…” I felt the world spin around me as a rush of orgasm escaped my body. Ken let me grab his waist to steady myself as he kept jerking himself, telling me what a good girl I was. Pat propped me up, knowing I couldn’t keep grinding while I was cumming from the intensity. He positioned my pussy just slightly above him and pounded me upward as fast as he could.

Ken put two fingers in my mouth to muffle my loud moans until Pat pulled out and told me to suck his cum out of him.

Pat’s heavy breathing was so loud that I was scared it might wake a few people up. His dick was still shooting the last of his cum into my throat when he wiped his forehead and told Ken he wanted him to cum inside my pussy. He knew I loved creampies. Ken would be the second person to unload deep inside me, and just the thought of that ignited something primitive in both of us.

“Say less.” Ken pulled me up and dragged me towards the beer pong table, where he bent me over while still standing. “Cross your legs and keep them closed.” He spat on his palm and rubbed my pussy with it before ramming his entire cock back into me. “Damn, I didn’t think you could get tighter.”

He had one hand pushing my head onto the table and the other holding both my hands behind my back while he mercilessly fucked my sopping wet pussy. My boyfriend walked over as he got dressed, and the casualness of his actions made everything feel so raw. It felt filthy that I was being jackhammered by my boyfriend’s best friend, whom I had met for the first time that day, while my boyfriend dressed after cumming in my mouth.

“You like that, baby?” Pat asked. “You know this won’t be the last, right?”

“Damn right. We’ll loosen this tight cunt up,” Ken agreed. “I’m so close to spilling my load deep inside you.”

I couldn’t even try to hide my moans at that point. If someone woke up and saw us, then so be it. It felt like it had awakened a side of me that had always been there but had been forced to stay dormant.

“Please, please…” I whispered under my breath. “Use me whenever you want.”

Ken took a deep breath and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could as his body shuddered. I felt his hot load flood inside my pussy, and he let the weight of his body press onto mine for as long as his cum pulsed out of him.

“Oh my god,” he said as he pulled out. His thick, creamy semen spilled out of me. “Pat, you gave me the best 21st birthday ever.”

Disclaimer: Names were changed for privacy. I was 20 at the time of the story. And I'm a pure pinay waving the Ph flag in sextreme sports (charot).

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party, very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time (21M), thought that bringing me (20F) to his best friend’s 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so, so new to me because I was, after all, raised in a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn’t exactly say I was innocent because, while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who had been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that, though, my moral upbringing had always held me back.

But something snapped at that party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody had either gone home or passed out inside, I was left curled up on the daybed, complaining about how much I had drunk, while Pat and Ken - his best friend, the birthday boy - were across from me, still playing some card game. Bets were involved. And somehow, the bet included me.

“If I win, I get to put my dick in her.”

That was exactly what was said. The only normal reaction was surprise, but I couldn’t help my curiosity too.

“Bit extreme,” I commented, but I didn’t really protest.

“He’s been wanting me to share you since I showed him your photo.” Pat and I had really mind-blowing sex. He had a girthy 7.5-inch dick that I sometimes struggled to take because, before him, I was inexperienced. He loved the fact that I was a tiny Asian girl he got to spread open as much as he wanted, and that my pussy literally gripped onto his cock when he was inside me. It was almost expected that he bragged to his friends about that, but I was still speechless. “At this rate, I might just have to.”

My mind raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. I had never been with anyone else. Could I really take it? Would it feel different? Would I like it? How could I let this happen? I hoped he would cum inside me…

“You wish,” I settled on saying. I figured they might not be serious.

“Yeah, I wish,” Ken said as he put his cards down to pry more from me. “I mean, we’ll take care of you. Don’t you trust his judgment?”

I looked at Pat, almost in disbelief, but I was very amused too. I didn’t know what to say. He was looking back at me with a cheeky grin on his face. This wasn’t coming as a shock to him at all.

Ken kept trying to convince me, making all the great arguments for why I should let him fuck me. Frankly, they all made sense. He was clean. He was vouched for. He loved his Asian ladies. He made his girls cum first before he did.

I asked him, “You know I haven’t really been with anyone else?” My voice quivered a little as I looked at him and then again at Pat, almost like I was searching for an answer to be made for me.

Ken came to sit at the foot of the daybed I was curled up on and gently rubbed my legs. “I know.”

It only felt real then that they were actually asking for this to happen. I was frozen in place, still a little shocked at how forward this was. I had only met him that day, and he was shamelessly asking for a birthday gift that was a little too extreme.

I sat up from where I had been lying, still unsure of how to answer. Disbelief and amusement were written all over my face because, if I’m being honest, as repressed as my urges were, my sex drive had always been through the roof. I used to slut it out online, talking to nasty men who would tell me how they’d use my body and guide me on how to fuck myself. I just never thought I would, or that I could, act like a whore in reality.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that, before I knew it, Pat was hovering over me, jerking himself off right in front of my face. I giggled a little, and that was enough to signal that the answer was yes. He grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against his cock. He slapped me with his other hand, cupped my face, and guided me to open my mouth as he shoved himself deep into my throat.

I saw Ken stroking his cock slowly as he watched me get face-fucked. His pace seemed slower than the vigorous face-fucking Pat was making me take. “Get on all fours,” he said, and I complied.

I can’t lie. Ken telling me what to do in that sexy, low voice removed whatever hesitation remained in me. I was already wet, but I felt my pussy ache for something in it. He removed my skirt and pushed my panties to the side, but instead of inserting his dick inside me like I thought he wanted to, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips as wide as he could. “Fuck, Pat, your girlfriend has a tiny fuck hole.”

It felt exhilarating being objectified like that. He was almost inspecting my body, wanting to see for himself what I had to offer while I gagged on my boyfriend’s cock. Ken traced my wet slit with his fingers and told Pat how wet I was. I could hear them excitedly telling each other what they were going to do to my body while Ken took my panties off. In that moment, I existed for their pleasure, and I was all for it.

Pat sat down and told me not to stop sucking him, but he gave me control over the pace in consideration of how overwhelmed I might get once Ken started working on me. Somehow, in that small gesture, I felt taken care of.

Ken also didn’t fuck me right away. He ran his hands along my thighs and let his fingers brush my pussy lips before inserting both thumbs into my hole. The slick sound of my wetness seemed to excite him even more as he let out a low growl. “She’s so fucking wet, man.” He kept my pussy spread open and started lapping up my juices. I was already soaked, but he made sure I was dripping for both of them.

Ken’s tongue felt so hot and so good that I couldn’t focus on my boyfriend’s cock. Pat used both hands to run his fingers through my hair, gathering it as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. “It’s okay, just keep looking at me.” He thrust slowly in and out of my mouth as my eyes locked onto his. I was tearing up from all the gagging, yet I was still pleading for more. “You’re being such a good girl right now,” he said. He pushed my head deep down his shaft, and when he finally let me catch some air, he slapped my drool-covered face and asked, “Do you like being a whore for us?”

I nodded. I could barely speak. Everything felt so good. Pat helped me take my shirt off but kept my bra on. He just yanked it down to expose my tits. He had always liked it when I looked a little dishevelled, not completely naked.

“She’s wet enough,” Ken said from behind. Something about him barely addressing me felt so hot. It felt like he was acknowledging that I was property that belonged to Pat. And yet he was gentle, pleasuring me first before taking me. I felt him rub the tip of his cock around the entrance of my pussy, teasingly prodding the head in and pulling it back out repeatedly.

“Tell me how good she feels,” Pat said. He was clearly getting off knowing he was lending me to his friend.

Ken finally slammed every inch of his cock inside me, and I had to muffle my scream with Pat’s cock in my mouth. I hadn’t had a good look at how big Ken was, but I felt plugged tight. My pussy was being forced wide open around him, and I didn’t think he had been prepared for how small I truly was.

“Oh my god, Pat, this girl’s pussy is something else.” Ken didn’t move; he was letting me adjust to his size.

Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and let me rest my face, nuzzling into his crotch. “Hear that, baby? I’m so proud of you right now. Lick me. Just keep licking.”

Ken started pulling out and pushing in, gently at first, as I licked around my boyfriend’s girth. Strings of saliva were all over my face, and as my eyes rolled every time Ken slammed his dick back in, I must have looked like a real whore. Ken picked up his pace, reaching around me to rub my clit while he fucked me. Pat stroked his cock with one hand while rubbing his balls on my face and playing with my nipple with the other. I was honestly a hot mess, losing my mind in pleasure, when Ken pulled out and demanded we swap.

Pat told me to sit on his cock with my back towards him so I could play with Ken’s dick while I bounced.

I lowered myself onto Pat’s length and ground on him as hard as I could. I was getting so close to cumming. Ken told me to open my mouth wide while I fucked myself on my boyfriend’s cock. He spat into my mouth, slapped my face with his dick, and told me what a good fucking slut I was.

“Taste yourself on my dick,” he ordered.

His cock was veiny, so I traced those veins along his shaft, tasting the mixture of our juices. “Just keep using the tip of your tongue to lick me.” It felt dirty—bouncing on my boyfriend’s cock with my tongue puckered out, licking his best mate’s dick while he rubbed my nipples. Pat must have told him that playing with my nipples drove me insane.

“I… I’m going to cum…” I felt the world spin around me as a rush of orgasm escaped my body. Ken let me grab his waist to steady myself as he kept jerking himself, telling me what a good girl I was. Pat propped me up, knowing I couldn’t keep grinding while I was cumming from the intensity. He positioned my pussy just slightly above him and pounded me upward as fast as he could.

Ken put two fingers in my mouth to muffle my loud moans until Pat pulled out and told me to suck his cum out of him.

Pat’s heavy breathing was so loud that I was scared it might wake a few people up. His dick was still shooting the last of his cum into my throat when he wiped his forehead and told Ken he wanted him to cum inside my pussy. He knew I loved creampies. Ken would be the second person to unload deep inside me, and just the thought of that ignited something primitive in both of us.

“Say less.” Ken pulled me up and dragged me towards the beer pong table, where he bent me over while still standing. “Cross your legs and keep them closed.” He spat on his palm and rubbed my pussy with it before ramming his entire cock back into me. “Damn, I didn’t think you could get tighter.”

He had one hand pushing my head onto the table and the other holding both my hands behind my back while he mercilessly fucked my sopping wet pussy. My boyfriend walked over as he got dressed, and the casualness of his actions made everything feel so raw. It felt filthy that I was being jackhammered by my boyfriend’s best friend, whom I had met for the first time that day, while my boyfriend dressed after cumming in my mouth.

“You like that, baby?” Pat asked. “You know this won’t be the last, right?”

“Damn right. We’ll loosen this tight cunt up,” Ken agreed. “I’m so close to spilling my load deep inside you.”

I couldn’t even try to hide my moans at that point. If someone woke up and saw us, then so be it. It felt like it had awakened a side of me that had always been there but had been forced to stay dormant.

“Please, please…” I whispered under my breath. “Use me whenever you want.”

Ken took a deep breath and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could as his body shuddered. I felt his hot load flood inside my pussy, and he let the weight of his body press onto mine for as long as his cum pulsed out of him.

“Oh my god,” he said as he pulled out. His thick, creamy semen spilled out of me. “Pat, you gave me the best 21st birthday ever.”

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Disclaimer: Names were changed for privacy. I was 20 at the time of the story.

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party, very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time (21M), thought that bringing me (20F) to his best friend’s 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so, so new to me because I was, after all, raised in a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn’t exactly say I was innocent because, while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who had been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that, though, my moral upbringing had always held me back.

But something snapped at that party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody had either gone home or passed out inside, I was left curled up on the daybed, complaining about how much I had drunk, while Pat and Ken - his best friend, the birthday boy - were across from me, still playing some card game. Bets were involved. And somehow, the bet included me.

“If I win, I get to put my dick in her.”

That was exactly what was said. The only normal reaction was surprise, but I couldn’t help my curiosity too.

“Bit extreme,” I commented, but I didn’t really protest.

“He’s been wanting me to share you since I showed him your photo.” Pat and I had really mind-blowing sex. He had a girthy 7.5-inch dick that I sometimes struggled to take because, before him, I was inexperienced. He loved the fact that I was a tiny Asian girl he got to spread open as much as he wanted, and that my pussy literally gripped onto his cock when he was inside me. It was almost expected that he bragged to his friends about that, but I was still speechless. “At this rate, I might just have to.”

My mind raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. I had never been with anyone else. Could I really take it? Would it feel different? Would I like it? How could I let this happen? I hoped he would cum inside me…

“You wish,” I settled on saying. I figured they might not be serious.

“Yeah, I wish,” Ken said as he put his cards down to pry more from me. “I mean, we’ll take care of you. Don’t you trust his judgment?”

I looked at Pat, almost in disbelief, but I was very amused too. I didn’t know what to say. He was looking back at me with a cheeky grin on his face. This wasn’t coming as a shock to him at all.

Ken kept trying to convince me, making all the great arguments for why I should let him fuck me. Frankly, they all made sense. He was clean. He was vouched for. He loved his Asian ladies. He made his girls cum first before he did.

I asked him, “You know I haven’t really been with anyone else?” My voice quivered a little as I looked at him and then again at Pat, almost like I was searching for an answer to be made for me.

Ken came to sit at the foot of the daybed I was curled up on and gently rubbed my legs. “I know.”

It only felt real then that they were actually asking for this to happen. I was frozen in place, still a little shocked at how forward this was. I had only met him that day, and he was shamelessly asking for a birthday gift that was a little too extreme.

I sat up from where I had been lying, still unsure of how to answer. Disbelief and amusement were written all over my face because, if I’m being honest, as repressed as my urges were, my sex drive had always been through the roof. I used to slut it out online, talking to nasty men who would tell me how they’d use my body and guide me on how to fuck myself. I just never thought I would, or that I could, act like a whore in reality.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that, before I knew it, Pat was hovering over me, jerking himself off right in front of my face. I giggled a little, and that was enough to signal that the answer was yes. He grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against his cock. He slapped me with his other hand, cupped my face, and guided me to open my mouth as he shoved himself deep into my throat.

I saw Ken stroking his cock slowly as he watched me get face-fucked. His pace seemed slower than the vigorous face-fucking Pat was making me take. “Get on all fours,” he said, and I complied.

I can’t lie. Ken telling me what to do in that sexy, low voice removed whatever hesitation remained in me. I was already wet, but I felt my pussy ache for something in it. He removed my skirt and pushed my panties to the side, but instead of inserting his dick inside me like I thought he wanted to, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips as wide as he could. “Fuck, Pat, your girlfriend has a tiny fuck hole.”

It felt exhilarating being objectified like that. He was almost inspecting my body, wanting to see for himself what I had to offer while I gagged on my boyfriend’s cock. Ken traced my wet slit with his fingers and told Pat how wet I was. I could hear them excitedly telling each other what they were going to do to my body while Ken took my panties off. In that moment, I existed for their pleasure, and I was all for it.

Pat sat down and told me not to stop sucking him, but he gave me control over the pace in consideration of how overwhelmed I might get once Ken started working on me. Somehow, in that small gesture, I felt taken care of.

Ken also didn’t fuck me right away. He ran his hands along my thighs and let his fingers brush my pussy lips before inserting both thumbs into my hole. The slick sound of my wetness seemed to excite him even more as he let out a low growl. “She’s so fucking wet, man.” He kept my pussy spread open and started lapping up my juices. I was already soaked, but he made sure I was dripping for both of them.

Ken’s tongue felt so hot and so good that I couldn’t focus on my boyfriend’s cock. Pat used both hands to run his fingers through my hair, gathering it as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. “It’s okay, just keep looking at me.” He thrust slowly in and out of my mouth as my eyes locked onto his. I was tearing up from all the gagging, yet I was still pleading for more. “You’re being such a good girl right now,” he said. He pushed my head deep down his shaft, and when he finally let me catch some air, he slapped my drool-covered face and asked, “Do you like being a whore for us?”

I nodded. I could barely speak. Everything felt so good. Pat helped me take my shirt off but kept my bra on. He just yanked it down to expose my tits. He had always liked it when I looked a little dishevelled, not completely naked.

“She’s wet enough,” Ken said from behind. Something about him barely addressing me felt so hot. It felt like he was acknowledging that I was property that belonged to Pat. And yet he was gentle, pleasuring me first before taking me. I felt him rub the tip of his cock around the entrance of my pussy, teasingly prodding the head in and pulling it back out repeatedly.

“Tell me how good she feels,” Pat said. He was clearly getting off knowing he was lending me to his friend.

Ken finally slammed every inch of his cock inside me, and I had to muffle my scream with Pat’s cock in my mouth. I hadn’t had a good look at how big Ken was, but I felt plugged tight. My pussy was being forced wide open around him, and I didn’t think he had been prepared for how small I truly was.

“Oh my god, Pat, this girl’s pussy is something else.” Ken didn’t move; he was letting me adjust to his size.

Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and let me rest my face, nuzzling into his crotch. “Hear that, baby? I’m so proud of you right now. Lick me. Just keep licking.”

Ken started pulling out and pushing in, gently at first, as I licked around my boyfriend’s girth. Strings of saliva were all over my face, and as my eyes rolled every time Ken slammed his dick back in, I must have looked like a real whore. Ken picked up his pace, reaching around me to rub my clit while he fucked me. Pat stroked his cock with one hand while rubbing his balls on my face and playing with my nipple with the other. I was honestly a hot mess, losing my mind in pleasure, when Ken pulled out and demanded we swap.

Pat told me to sit on his cock with my back towards him so I could play with Ken’s dick while I bounced.

I lowered myself onto Pat’s length and ground on him as hard as I could. I was getting so close to cumming. Ken told me to open my mouth wide while I fucked myself on my boyfriend’s cock. He spat into my mouth, slapped my face with his dick, and told me what a good fucking slut I was.

“Taste yourself on my dick,” he ordered.

His cock was veiny, so I traced those veins along his shaft, tasting the mixture of our juices. “Just keep using the tip of your tongue to lick me.” It felt dirty—bouncing on my boyfriend’s cock with my tongue puckered out, licking his best mate’s dick while he rubbed my nipples. Pat must have told him that playing with my nipples drove me insane.

“I… I’m going to cum…” I felt the world spin around me as a rush of orgasm escaped my body. Ken let me grab his waist to steady myself as he kept jerking himself, telling me what a good girl I was. Pat propped me up, knowing I couldn’t keep grinding while I was cumming from the intensity. He positioned my pussy just slightly above him and pounded me upward as fast as he could.

Ken put two fingers in my mouth to muffle my loud moans until Pat pulled out and told me to suck his cum out of him.

Pat’s heavy breathing was so loud that I was scared it might wake a few people up. His dick was still shooting the last of his cum into my throat when he wiped his forehead and told Ken he wanted him to cum inside my pussy. He knew I loved creampies. Ken would be the second person to unload deep inside me, and just the thought of that ignited something primitive in both of us.

“Say less.” Ken pulled me up and dragged me towards the beer pong table, where he bent me over while still standing. “Cross your legs and keep them closed.” He spat on his palm and rubbed my pussy with it before ramming his entire cock back into me. “Damn, I didn’t think you could get tighter.”

He had one hand pushing my head onto the table and the other holding both my hands behind my back while he mercilessly fucked my sopping wet pussy. My boyfriend walked over as he got dressed, and the casualness of his actions made everything feel so raw. It felt filthy that I was being jackhammered by my boyfriend’s best friend, whom I had met for the first time that day, while my boyfriend dressed after cumming in my mouth.

“You like that, baby?” Pat asked. “You know this won’t be the last, right?”

“Damn right. We’ll loosen this tight cunt up,” Ken agreed. “I’m so close to spilling my load deep inside you.”

I couldn’t even try to hide my moans at that point. If someone woke up and saw us, then so be it. It felt like it had awakened a side of me that had always been there but had been forced to stay dormant.

“Please, please…” I whispered under my breath. “Use me whenever you want.”

Ken took a deep breath and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could as his body shuddered. I felt his hot load flood inside my pussy, and he let the weight of his body press onto mine for as long as his cum pulsed out of him.

“Oh my god,” he said as he pulled out. His thick, creamy semen spilled out of me. “Pat, you gave me the best 21st birthday ever.”

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Disclaimer: Names were changed for privacy. During the timeline of the story, I was 20F.

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party, very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time (21M), thought that bringing me (20F) to his best friend’s 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so, so new to me because I was, after all, raised in a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn’t exactly say I was innocent because, while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who had been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that, though, my moral upbringing had always held me back.

But something snapped at that party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody had either gone home or passed out inside, I was left curled up on the daybed, complaining about how much I had drunk, while Pat and Ken - his best friend, the birthday boy - were across from me, still playing some card game. Bets were involved. And somehow, the bet included me.

“If I win, I get to put my dick in her.”

That was exactly what was said. The only normal reaction was surprise, but I couldn’t help my curiosity too.

“Bit extreme,” I commented, but I didn’t really protest.

“He’s been wanting me to share you since I showed him your photo.” Pat and I had really mind-blowing sex. He had a girthy 7.5-inch dick that I sometimes struggled to take because, before him, I was inexperienced. He loved the fact that I was a tiny Asian girl he got to spread open as much as he wanted, and that my pussy literally gripped onto his cock when he was inside me. It was almost expected that he bragged to his friends about that, but I was still speechless. “At this rate, I might just have to.”

My mind raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. I had never been with anyone else. Could I really take it? Would it feel different? Would I like it? How could I let this happen? I hoped he would cum inside me…

“You wish,” I settled on saying. I figured they might not be serious.

“Yeah, I wish,” Ken said as he put his cards down to pry more from me. “I mean, we’ll take care of you. Don’t you trust his judgment?”

I looked at Pat, almost in disbelief, but I was very amused too. I didn’t know what to say. He was looking back at me with a cheeky grin on his face. This wasn’t coming as a shock to him at all.

Ken kept trying to convince me, making all the great arguments for why I should let him fuck me. Frankly, they all made sense. He was clean. He was vouched for. He loved his Asian ladies. He made his girls cum first before he did.

I asked him, “You know I haven’t really been with anyone else?” My voice quivered a little as I looked at him and then again at Pat, almost like I was searching for an answer to be made for me.

Ken came to sit at the foot of the daybed I was curled up on and gently rubbed my legs. “I know.”

It only felt real then that they were actually asking for this to happen. I was frozen in place, still a little shocked at how forward this was. I had only met him that day, and he was shamelessly asking for a birthday gift that was a little too extreme.

I sat up from where I had been lying, still unsure of how to answer. Disbelief and amusement were written all over my face because, if I’m being honest, as repressed as my urges were, my sex drive had always been through the roof. I used to slut it out online, talking to nasty men who would tell me how they’d use my body and guide me on how to fuck myself. I just never thought I would, or that I could, act like a whore in reality.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that, before I knew it, Pat was hovering over me, jerking himself off right in front of my face. I giggled a little, and that was enough to signal that the answer was yes. He grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against his cock. He slapped me with his other hand, cupped my face, and guided me to open my mouth as he shoved himself deep into my throat.

I saw Ken stroking his cock slowly as he watched me get face-fucked. His pace seemed slower than the vigorous face-fucking Pat was making me take. “Get on all fours,” he said, and I complied.

I can’t lie. Ken telling me what to do in that sexy, low voice removed whatever hesitation remained in me. I was already wet, but I felt my pussy ache for something in it. He removed my skirt and pushed my panties to the side, but instead of inserting his dick inside me like I thought he wanted to, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips as wide as he could. “Fuck, Pat, your girlfriend has a tiny fuck hole.”

It felt exhilarating being objectified like that. He was almost inspecting my body, wanting to see for himself what I had to offer while I gagged on my boyfriend’s cock. Ken traced my wet slit with his fingers and told Pat how wet I was. I could hear them excitedly telling each other what they were going to do to my body while Ken took my panties off. In that moment, I existed for their pleasure, and I was all for it.

Pat sat down and told me not to stop sucking him, but he gave me control over the pace in consideration of how overwhelmed I might get once Ken started working on me. Somehow, in that small gesture, I felt taken care of.

Ken also didn’t fuck me right away. He ran his hands along my thighs and let his fingers brush my pussy lips before inserting both thumbs into my hole. The slick sound of my wetness seemed to excite him even more as he let out a low growl. “She’s so fucking wet, man.” He kept my pussy spread open and started lapping up my juices. I was already soaked, but he made sure I was dripping for both of them.

Ken’s tongue felt so hot and so good that I couldn’t focus on my boyfriend’s cock. Pat used both hands to run his fingers through my hair, gathering it as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. “It’s okay, just keep looking at me.” He thrust slowly in and out of my mouth as my eyes locked onto his. I was tearing up from all the gagging, yet I was still pleading for more. “You’re being such a good girl right now,” he said. He pushed my head deep down his shaft, and when he finally let me catch some air, he slapped my drool-covered face and asked, “Do you like being a whore for us?”

I nodded. I could barely speak. Everything felt so good. Pat helped me take my shirt off but kept my bra on. He just yanked it down to expose my tits. He had always liked it when I looked a little dishevelled, not completely naked.

“She’s wet enough,” Ken said from behind. Something about him barely addressing me felt so hot. It felt like he was acknowledging that I was property that belonged to Pat. And yet he was gentle, pleasuring me first before taking me. I felt him rub the tip of his cock around the entrance of my pussy, teasingly prodding the head in and pulling it back out repeatedly.

“Tell me how good she feels,” Pat said. He was clearly getting off knowing he was lending me to his friend.

Ken finally slammed every inch of his cock inside me, and I had to muffle my scream with Pat’s cock in my mouth. I hadn’t had a good look at how big Ken was, but I felt plugged tight. My pussy was being forced wide open around him, and I didn’t think he had been prepared for how small I truly was.

“Oh my god, Pat, this girl’s pussy is something else.” Ken didn’t move; he was letting me adjust to his size.

Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and let me rest my face, nuzzling into his crotch. “Hear that, baby? I’m so proud of you right now. Lick me. Just keep licking.”

Ken started pulling out and pushing in, gently at first, as I licked around my boyfriend’s girth. Strings of saliva were all over my face, and as my eyes rolled every time Ken slammed his dick back in, I must have looked like a real whore. Ken picked up his pace, reaching around me to rub my clit while he fucked me. Pat stroked his cock with one hand while rubbing his balls on my face and playing with my nipple with the other. I was honestly a hot mess, losing my mind in pleasure, when Ken pulled out and demanded we swap.

Pat told me to sit on his cock with my back towards him so I could play with Ken’s dick while I bounced.

I lowered myself onto Pat’s length and ground on him as hard as I could. I was getting so close to cumming. Ken told me to open my mouth wide while I fucked myself on my boyfriend’s cock. He spat into my mouth, slapped my face with his dick, and told me what a good fucking slut I was.

“Taste yourself on my dick,” he ordered.

His cock was veiny, so I traced those veins along his shaft, tasting the mixture of our juices. “Just keep using the tip of your tongue to lick me.” It felt dirty—bouncing on my boyfriend’s cock with my tongue puckered out, licking his best mate’s dick while he rubbed my nipples. Pat must have told him that playing with my nipples drove me insane.

“I… I’m going to cum…” I felt the world spin around me as a rush of orgasm escaped my body. Ken let me grab his waist to steady myself as he kept jerking himself, telling me what a good girl I was. Pat propped me up, knowing I couldn’t keep grinding while I was cumming from the intensity. He positioned my pussy just slightly above him and pounded me upward as fast as he could.

Ken put two fingers in my mouth to muffle my loud moans until Pat pulled out and told me to suck his cum out of him.

Pat’s heavy breathing was so loud that I was scared it might wake a few people up. His dick was still shooting the last of his cum into my throat when he wiped his forehead and told Ken he wanted him to cum inside my pussy. He knew I loved creampies. Ken would be the second person to unload deep inside me, and just the thought of that ignited something primitive in both of us.

“Say less.” Ken pulled me up and dragged me towards the beer pong table, where he bent me over while still standing. “Cross your legs and keep them closed.” He spat on his palm and rubbed my pussy with it before ramming his entire cock back into me. “Damn, I didn’t think you could get tighter.”

He had one hand pushing my head onto the table and the other holding both my hands behind my back while he mercilessly fucked my sopping wet pussy. My boyfriend walked over as he got dressed, and the casualness of his actions made everything feel so raw. It felt filthy that I was being jackhammered by my boyfriend’s best friend, whom I had met for the first time that day, while my boyfriend dressed after cumming in my mouth.

“You like that, baby?” Pat asked. “You know this won’t be the last, right?”

“Damn right. We’ll loosen this tight cunt up,” Ken agreed. “I’m so close to spilling my load deep inside you.”

I couldn’t even try to hide my moans at that point. If someone woke up and saw us, then so be it. It felt like it had awakened a side of me that had always been there but had been forced to stay dormant.

“Please, please…” I whispered under my breath. “Use me whenever you want.”

Ken took a deep breath and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could as his body shuddered. I felt his hot load flood inside my pussy, and he let the weight of his body press onto mine for as long as his cum pulsed out of him.

“Oh my god,” he said as he pulled out. His thick, creamy semen spilled out of me. “Pat, you gave me the best 21st birthday ever.”

Disclaimer: names were changed for privacy. During the timeline of the story, I was 20.

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time, thought that bringing me to his bestfriend's 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so so new to me because I was, after all, raised into a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn't exactly say I was innocent because while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who has been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that though, my moral upbringing always held me back.

But something snapped at this party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody has either gone home or has passed out inside, I was left curled up on the daybed, complaining about how much I drank, while Pat and Ken - his best friend, the birthday boy - were across me, still playing some card game. Bets were included. And somehow, the bet included me.

"If I win, I get to put my dick in her."

That was exactly what was said. The only normal reaction was surprise but I couldn't help my curiosity too.

"Bit extreme," I commented but I didn't really protest.

"He's been wanting me to share you since I showed him your photo." Pat and I have really mindblowing sex. He has a girthy 7.5 inch dick that I sometimes struggle to take because before him, I was inexperienced! He loves the fact that I'm a tiny Asian girl he gets to spread open as much as he wants to and that my pussy literally grips onto his cock when he's inside me. It's almost expected that he brags to his friends about that, but I was still speechless. "At this rate, I might just have to."

My mind raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. I have never been with anyone else. Can I really take it? Will it feel different? Will I like it? How could I let this happen? I hope he cums inside me...

"You wish," I settled on saying. I figured they may not be serious.

"Yeah, I wish," Ken said as he put his cards down to pry more from me. " I mean, we'll take care of you. Don't you trust his judgement?"

I looked at Pat almost in disbelief but I was very amused too. I didn't know what to say though. He was looking back at me with a cheeky grin on his face. This isn't coming like a shock to him at all.

Ken kept on trying to convince me, making all great arguments why I should let him fuck me. Frankly, they all made sense. He's clean. He's vouched for. He loves his Asian ladies. He makes his girls cum first before he does.

I asked him, "you know I haven't really been with anyone else?" My voice quivered a little and I looked at him and then again, at Pat - almost like I'm searching for an answer to be made for me.

Ken came to sit at the foot of the daybed I was curled up on to gently rub my legs, "I know." 

It only felt real then that they were actually asking for this to happen. I was frozen in place, still a little shocked at how forward this is. I have only met him today and he's shamelessly asking for a birthday gift that's a little too extreme.

I sat up from where I was lying down, still unsure of how to answer. Disbelief and amusement were written all over my face because if I'm to be honest, as repressed as my urges were, my sex drive had always been through the roof. I used to slut it out online, talking to nasty men who would tell me how they'd use my barely legal body and letting them tell me how to fuck myself. I just never thought I would or that I could act like a whore, in reality.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that before I knew it, Pat was hovering over me, jerking himself off literally to my face. I giggled a little and that was enough to signal that the answer is yes. He grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against his cock. He slapped me with his other hand, cupped my face, and guided me to open my mouth as he shoved himself deep in my throat.

I can see Ken stroking his cock slowly as he watches me get face fucked. His pace seems slower than the vigorous face fucking Pat is making me take. "Get on all fours," he asked and I complied.

I can't lie, Ken telling me what to do in that sexy low voice removed whatever hesitation remained in me. I was already wet but I felt my pussy ache for something in it. He removed my skirt and pushed my panties to the side but instead of inserting his dick inside me like I thought he wanted to, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips as wide as he can. "Fuck Pat, your girlfriend has a tiny fuck hole."

It felt exhilarating being objectified like that. He was almost inspecting my body, wanting to see for himself what I have to offer while I was gagging on my boyfriend's cock. Ken traced my wet slit with his fingers and he told Pat how wet I am. I can hear them excitedly tell each other what they're going to do to my body while Ken took my panties off. In that moment, I existed for their pleasure and I was all for it.

Pat sat down and told me not to stop sucking him but he gave me control over the pace in consideration of how overwhelmed I might get once Ken starts working on me. Somehow, in that small gesture, I felt taken care off. Ken also did not just fuck me right away. He ran his hands along my thighs and let his fingers brush my pussy lips before inserting both thumbs in my hole. The slick sound of my wetness seemed to excite him even more as he let out a low growl. "She's so fucking wet, man." He kept my pussy spread open and started lapping up my juices. I was already soaked, but he was making sure I was dripping for the both of them.

Ken's tongue felt so hot and so good that I couldn't focus on my boyfriend's cock. Pat used both hands to run his fingers through my hair, collecting them in a bunch as he pushed his cock deep in my throat. "It's okay, just keep looking at me." He thrusted slowly in and out of my mouth as my eyes locked into his. I was tearing up from all the gagging and yet I was still pleading for more. "You're being such a good girl right now," he said. "He pushed my head deep down his shaft and when he finally let me catch some air, he slapped my drool-covered face and asked "do you like being a whore for us?"

I nodded. I could barely speak. Everything felt so good. Pat helped me take my shirt off but kept my bra on. He just yanked it down to expose my tits. He has always liked it when I look a little dishevelled, not completely naked.

"She's wet enough," Ken said from the back. Something about him barely addressing me felt so hot. It felt like he was acknowledging that I was property that belonged to Pat. And yet he was so gentle, pleasuring me first before taking me. I felt him rub the tip of his cock around the little entrance of my pussy and teasingly prodding the head in and pulling it back out repeatedly.

"Tell me how good she feels," Pat said. He's clearly getting off knowing he's lending me to his friend.

Ken finally slammed every inch of his cock inside me and I had to muffle my scream with Pat's cock in my mouth. I haven't had a good look at how big Ken is but I felt plugged tight. My pussy is being forced wide open around him and I don't think he was prepared at how small I truly was. "Oh my god Pat, this girl's pussy is something else." Ken hasn't moved, he was letting me adjust to his size.

Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and he let me rest my face, nozzling in his crotch. "Hear that baby? I'm so proud of you right now. Lick me, just keep licking."

Ken started pulling out and pushing in, gently at first, as I licked around my boyfriend's girth. Strings of saliva were all over my face and as my eyes roll everytime Ken slams his dick back in, I must be looking like a real whore. Ken picked up his pace, reaching around me to rub my clit while he fucked me. Pat was stroking his cock with one hand as he was rubbing his balls on my face and playing with my nipple with another. I was honestly feeling like a hot mess, losing my mind in pleasure when Ken pulled out and demanded to swap. Pat asked me to sit on his cock with my back towards him so I can play with Ken's dick while I'm bouncing.

I lowered myself onto Pat's length and grinded on him as hard as I could. I was getting so close to cumming. Ken asked me to open my mouth wide while I was fucking myself on my boyfriend's cock. He spat in my mouth, slapped my face with his dick, and told me what a good fucking slut I am. "Taste yourself on my dick," he ordered. His cock was veiny and so I traced those veins around his shaft, tasting the mixture of our juices. "Just keep using the tip of your tongue to lick me." It felt dirty bouncing on my boyfriend's cock with my tongue puckered out licking his best mate's cock while he was rubbing my nipples. Pat must've told him that playing with my nipples drives me insane.

"I... im going to cum..." I felt the world spin around me as a rush of orgasm escaped my body. Ken let me grab his waist to steady myself as he kept jerking himself while telling me what a good girl I am. Pat prodded me up, knowing I can't keep grinding while I'm cumming, from too much pleasure. He positioned my pussy hole just slightly above him and he pounded me upwards as fast as he can. Ken put two fingers in my mouth to keep my loud moans controlled until Pat pulled out and demanded me to suck his cum out of him.

Pat's heavy breathing was so loud, I was scared it might wake a few people up. His dick was still shooting the last of his cum into my throat when he wiped his forehead and told Ken he wants him to cum inside my pussy. He knows I love creampies. Ken will be the second person to unload deep inside me and just the though of that ignited primitive desires from the both of us.

"Say less," Ken pulled me up and dragged me towards the beer pong table where he bent me over while still standing up. "Cross your legs, and keep them closed." He spat on his palm and rubbed my pussy with his spit, before ramming his entire cock back into my cunt. "Damn I didn't think you can get tighter." He had one hand pushing my head onto the table, and another holding both my hands behind my back while he mercilessly fucked my sopping wet pussy. My boyfriend walked over to us as he was getting dressed and the casualty of his actions made everything feel so raw. It felt nasty, that I was getting jackhammered by my boyfriend's best friend whom I met for the first time today while my boyfriend's getting dressed after cumming in my mouth.

"You like that baby?" Pat asked me. "You know this won't be the last right?"

"Damn right, we'll loosen this tight cunt up" Ken agreed. "I'm so close to spilling my load deep inside you."

I couldn't even try to hide my moans at this point. If someone wakes and sees us, then so be it. I feel like it awakened a side of me that's always been there but had been forced to lay dormant. "Please please..." i whisper under my breath "use me whenever you want."

Ken took a loud deep breath in and pushed his dick deep inside me as his body shivered. I felt his hot load swarming inside my pussy and he let the weight of his body press onto mine for as long as his cum was spurting out of his cock. "Oh my god," he said as he pulled out. His thick creamy semen spilled out of my hole. "Pat, you gave me the best 21st birthday ever."