“Oh my god!” I exclaimed in awe as I got out of the car and looked around me. I had to remove my sunglasses and place them on top of my head to make sure I was seeing the world around me correctly.
Everything was so…different. The passage of 7 years had done much to the town I’d grown up in. When I left all those years ago to accept a job nearly 8 hours away, I didn’t realize the significance of that distance. In my young mind, I figured I’d drive down every holiday, birthday, and whatever. I couldn’t imagine not seeing my parents every few months or so.
What I didn’t count on was life. New friends, new job, new responsibilities, bills, bills, bills…
Time got away from me. And that was before I met my now fiancé, John. When he first entered my life, I didn’t even really want to date him. He was a young widow (his wife died of cancer). I did anyway, just to see why my friend kept insisting that we’d be perfect for each other.
I started to like John pretty quickly, but when I met Olivia (his 10-year-old daughter), I fell in LOVE with her. It wasn’t long before I fell in love with her father also.
Now that we were thinking about marriage, it was time for him to meet my folks. So, we planned a nice 4-day trip to my hometown, just the three of us. I was apprehensive about this meeting, but so far, it’s been great. My parents like John, love Olivia, and are supportive about our plans.
John has been listening to story after story about me growing up as a child. He’s laughed at my embarrassments, smiled at my accomplishments, and genuinely enjoyed getting to know me better through my parents’ tales.
Of course, there were things he just couldn’t learn about me from my parents.
Me and John have a strange kink. One night we were lying in bed cuddling, and somehow we got on the conversation of having a threesome. He told me he always wished for one, but his late wife would never go for it. She was WAY too jealous to ever even think about it.
Naturally, he was talking about a threesome with two girls. Why is it that when guys hear the word “threesome”, they automatically think of THAT one?
It was then that I slipped and told him that I’ve had a few threesomes in my day. Both kinds. To say that he was intrigued would be an understatement. He wanted to hear about all of them. I wasn’t even halfway through the first story before he pounced on me with a raging hard-on.
That was when I realized how much he liked hearing stories about my sexual past. He liked imagining me with other guys. And honestly, I enjoyed sharing with him. I was a little embarrassed at first. Not embarrassed about my history but embarrassed about being so open about it.
To put things bluntly, I’ve always enjoyed sex. I love having it. I’m very good at it, as I’ve been told several times.
For some reason, my past boyfriends would shame me when they realized exactly how much sex I’ve had. Even if their number was higher than mine, they felt emasculated, and would often throw my history in my face. After a while, I did what most girls do; I lied about it. Men seemed much happier to remain in ignorance about the fact that their cocks weren’t the only ones to ever penetrate my vagina (or mouth, or ass).
But John was different. He got off on those stories, imagining me “being a slut” as he called it. Normally, I hate that word. I’ve been called a slut before, and there was nothing endearing about it. But when he said it…I don’t know…it always made me feel naughty (in a good way).
So, I often told him about my past sexual relationships. Sometimes I’ve embellished a bit to add spice, but for the most part, I had a lot of tales to choose from. Yes, I was a bit of a slut in my past, but I’m HIS slut. He was the first guy to not make me feel ashamed of that.
“Bringing back memories?” He asked as he walked up beside me.
“Not really.” I admitted, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun as I took in the scenery. “None of this was here when I worked here. Not even that McDonald’s.” I added as I pointed to the golden arches across the street.
This gas station looked nothing like the place of my past; the place I worked when I came home from college during my summer breaks. For one, the small, quaint, family-owned business was bought out years ago by a larger company. Since then, it’s been turned into a carbon copy of every other gas station. Everything was updated. Additions were made. The old-time gas pumps with the rolling numbers had been replaced with digital monitors. It even played music while you filled your tank.
John kissed me on my cheek before walking over to the pump. By this time, Olivia got out of the back seat and came to my side. After tugging on my arm to get my attention, she said, “I gotta pee.”
I turned to John, who was removing the pump from its cradle and placing it inside the tank. “I’m gonna take her inside to use it. You want anything?”
“I don’t know. I’ll meet you in there when I’m done.”
“Okay.”
After we donned our facemasks, my daughter-to-be and I walked into the convenience store. When I first opened the door, a cool blast of AC hit me. It felt refreshing against the hot summer day.
I chuckled at a brief flash of a memory. When I worked here all those years ago, Bob (the then owner of the store) was notoriously cheap. The spotty AC was something all his employees complained about. His solution to the problem was to buy a bunch of fans. He even complained about having to do that.
It was especially bad back in the storeroom. That was a place in the back where we stored all the product that was going to be stocked on the shelves. It also doubled as a sort of break room.
If those walls could talk…
Lots of funny, flirty, and even raunchy conversations happened back there. Lots of illegal naps were taken. And there then were…other things.
Thinking of the storeroom made a shiver run down my body that had nothing to do with the state-of-the-art AC that was blowing on us.
I led Olivia to the restroom, taking note of the drastic modifications that had been made to the store. Everything was newer and brighter. The tiles on the floor were shiny and waxed. The arrangement of the shelving opened the store up, making it look roomier than it did before. There was even a small hot bar that cooked hot dogs, burgers, chicken, and fries.
Olivia went into the bathroom, making sure to remind me that she didn’t need a babysitter. I put my hands up in surrender and gave her the privacy she wanted.
While she was in there, I remembered that the storeroom was but a short walk from where I was now standing. It would be nothing to “accidently” wander back there.
So, I did. After ensuring that no one was watching me, I slipped down the narrow hallway and took a peek.
A warm, surprised smile adorned my lips when I looked at the cramped storeroom. Unlike the rest of the store, this place remained much the same as I remembered. Maybe the couch, the chairs, and the small table were different, but this room still looked much like the place in my vivid memory.
I could almost see me, Casey, and Anton. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment at the vision. I saw myself on my knees, on my back, being bent over the table…
Oh, to be young again.
I heard the bathroom door open, so that was my signal that my walk down memory lane was over. I startled Olivia coming from behind her.
“Where were you?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I wandered into the back by mistake.”
She bought that with no more questioning, but that was because her eyes fell on some snacks that she wanted me to buy. She didn’t have time to worry about why I was aimlessly walking into random rooms at a strange store.
By this time, me and John spotted each other, and he came over to join us. The three of us picked out what we wanted before standing in line to complete our purchase.
When we reached the front, we dumped our bounty on the counter as the bored looking cashier rang us up. While she was doing so, I happened to look up at the wall behind her.
A smile spread on my face. An excited feeling swarmed my tummy. I felt myself being brought back in time; back to a time where a young girl in the prime of her life worked alongside two guys. It was during that time that an innocent card game got out of hand and led to a night of…adventures.
John saw my smile. When our eyes locked, he knew. He knew that an erotic memory was triggered.
Leaning in to whisper, he asked, “Is this something I’m gonna wanna hear about?”
All I could do was nod with an impish smile on my face.
***
Before there was a worldwide health crisis working alongside of companies like Amazon and Doordash to make introversion cool, there was a time that I worked the late shift at a small, 24-hour convenience store/ gas station.
I was in my early twenties (20 or 21 if memory serves). I was a full-time student working on a bachelor’s in business. I had no aspirations to take the business world by storm. I didn’t even like it. I just took it because my father said it will serve me well in the future.
Business was all numbers. While I was decent in math, a lifetime of creating budgets and analyzing profitability made my head spin.
I had the typical high school life of a popular girl. I was the cheerleader who enjoyed dancing. Get a petite girl with a nice rack and an athletic body, put her in a cheerleading outfit with a short skirt, and you have an instant high school celebrity.
Yes, I was that girl, at least at school. When alone, I was more like a theater nerd. I liked to sing, dance, write stories, read poetry, and even do a little drawing; you know, creative stuff. I had dreams of art school in Europe.
However, I was a good little girl who always did what she was told. I love my daddy. He’s awesome. But sometimes, he gets an idea in his head that he takes as the only truth in life that matters.
He told me there was no future in art and dance unless I had the skills of a ballerina or wanted to grind on some rapper in a hip-hop video. Being the good little girl I was, I chose to go into a field that would please him. Business management.
At first, college life was like a bucket of cold water. High school was easy. In college, I was but a minnow in a large ocean. No longer did I have my cheerleader outfit to create gravity and make people want to be around me. There were tons of pretty girls. Add the fact that I was studying for a future I didn’t want, and you can see why I had a stressful dorm life.
I didn’t even have the luxury of summer break as a respite against my dull future. My dad didn’t like the idea of me sitting around for three months wasting time when I was home. Luckily (for his agenda) he was friends with a man who owned a gas station / convenience store that was just off the highway.
His idea was for his friend to take me under his wing and show me the ropes of running a business. For him, it was the perfect scenario. His daughter wasn’t idly mulling around the house, and she was getting a hands-on education in the field she was looking to get into.
Only…I HATED BUSINESS!
But like I said, I was a good girl; only a rebel in my mind. I did what daddy told me to do. I took the job. Every summer when I came home, this job was waiting for me. I would eventually only work at it for two summers due to me finally finding the courage in my junior year to stand up to my father as an adult, but that’s another story.
Initially, I worked from 7 am -3 pm. I thought Mr. (call me Bob) Wilburt was a nice boss; at least at first. He took an immediate liking to me and did what my father wanted. He paid special attention to me and showed me things. Lots and lots of boring things.
However, it soon became apparent that Bob’s attention wasn’t completely professional. I noticed the way he looked at me; the way his eyes would roam my body when he thought I wasn’t looking. His hand would “accidently” rub across my ass when he and I were alone in his office, going over sales and counting money.
I didn’t jump to conclusions. I told myself that these “accidents” were unintentional. But the more naïve I feigned, the bolder his touches became. Those light brushes soon turned into all out cupping my butt cheeks.
Now, I’m sure it’s apparent that I’m not a prude when it comes to sex. I was used to attention from men. And not just men close to my age. Older, mature, sophisticated men often gave me an appreciative once over before offering to buy me a drink. And if he turns me on, that drink can often lead to “other things”.
But there was something about Mr. Wilburt that put me on edge. He wasn’t like my nerdy-but-sexy Biochem professor, or the older businessman that came into town every few months and liked to buy me things (stories for another day). Mr. Wilburt was just…pervy.
I tried to hint around the situation to my dad without coming out and saying it. I didn’t know how to tell him what his friend really wanted to teach his daughter. But my dad never caught my drift. He just encouraged me to soak up as much knowledge as I could, and at the same time have some pocket money to do what I wanted.
As creepy as this situation was, I found a silver lining that made me rethink my approach. I couldn’t pretend the be naïve forever. It soon became obvious that either I knew what he was up to, or I was just the dumbest woman on the face of the earth.
I think Bob knew that I knew what he was up to. As a result, he became a very accommodating boss. He was strict with everyone else, often berating employees for breaking the slightest rule. But whenever he gave me a “stern talking to”, he’d usually have the conversation with my C cup tits while he practically begged me to follow the same rules as everyone else.
Working for Bob was the perfect scenario my dad thought it to be, but not in the way he figured. Once I realized how to use this to my advantage, my job became about as stressful as a warm, bubble bath.
People tend to not think of cheerleaders as athletes, but that’s because they’re blinded by the way the world sexualizes us. We have tight, limber, lithe bodies that can catapult us into the air with grace and ease. We make defying gravity look easy.
Why is this important? Because being an athlete gave me a slim, muscular body, yet I kept all the perky curves of a young woman who’d just finished blossoming.
The store’s uniform were black bottoms (jeans, shorts, skirts, etc.) and black shoes of my choosing, but the white T-shirt had the store’s logo on it. Once I realized that teasing Bob equaled an easy paycheck, I made sure to use my “assets” to my advantage. I started dressing the part of the tart. I either wore leggings or my tightest jeans to show off my pert butt. The store’s shirt was tied up at the hem so that my midriff showed.
So, I took advantage of my boss’ lust for me. I was habitually late. I left early. I took long lunches. And even when I was on the clock, I barely did anything.
Whenever I sensed Bob getting frustrated with me being the world’s worst employee, I’d do something to remind him of why he put up with me. I’d bend down in front of him to get something from the bottom shelf, or I’d accidently flip my hair in his face so that he could smell my shampoo. I made a habit of sitting on his lap when we both had to look at his computer screen together. It was really more on his leg, but I might as well have been giving him a lap dance. I’d innocently rest my hand on his thigh and giggle to myself as I felt his pants start to tent.
Two of us could play that groping game.
Nothing between me and Bob escalated beyond this. This story isn’t about Bob. Like I said before, I had zero attraction for him. This story is about two other guys who worked the late shift.
Bob had a nephew named Casey. He was about my age, maybe a little older. Unlike me, Casey had no designs on going to college. He still lived with his mother in her basement.
However, Casey wasn’t a bad guy. He was genuinely nice, if not a bit shy. He had a dark sense of humor; droll and sarcastic. And on top of that, he was generous when sharing his weed. I caught him smoking out back one day when we were transferring shifts. You would think that he’d look at least a little guilty about being caught at work with a blunt in his mouth, but he didn’t. Instead, he just asked, “You want a hit?”
And then, there was Anton. When I first started working at this store, he wasn’t a part of the staff. He must have been hired while I was away at school before I returned home for that second summer.
I have four words to describe Anton. OH MY FUCKING GOD! Anton was like instant sex, or sex concentrate. Just add water and you have automatic wet pussy.
I’d never thought about dating a black guy. Not that I wouldn’t, I just never thought about it. But with him, I felt myself go all gushy inside. He was tall with a nice build, had a smooth bronze complexion, and short dreadlocks that hung down to his shoulders. He wasn’t a huge, hulking weightlifter, but his body was slim with broad shoulders. His arms were toned, and his right one was covered in a sleeve of tattoos. He made that T shirt with the company’s logo on it look so good they should’ve paid him royalties for wearing it.
And that smile! Those perfect white teeth! Uhh! Be still my heart!
Anton and Casey worked the late shift (11 pm — 7 am). There was also a third guy named Ralph, but he’s not important to the story other than the fact that he died, which began my adventures. But we’ll get to that.
So, upon first meeting Anton, I was instantly floored. I wanted him from the first moment he shook my hand. Now, I’ve never chased a guy before. They usually chase me. But Anton was the first guy I just had to have.
Initially, my only contact with him was the brief time between us changing shifts. I’d be coming on as he was getting off.
To say I shamelessly flirted would be lying because the word “flirted” is a pale shadow of how I practically threw myself at him whenever I saw him. Within a couple of weeks of meeting him, I was hugging him every time he left for the day like we’d been the best of friends for years. I pressed my tits into his chest, just so he could feel how soft they were. I let him smell my white girl hair. One time, I even jokingly dared him to grab my ass to see if it was as soft as a black girl’s ass.
I really just wanted him to grope me.
Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend; a fiancé, actually. And wouldn’t you know it? He was faithful. As frustrating as it was for me to continually be politely shot down, that just made him even hotter to me!
Now, as much of a crush as I had on Anton, Casey had on me. He wasn’t obvious and pervy like his uncle, but I could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at me, talked to me, or walked by me.
While I liked Casey as a person, I just didn’t see him THAT way. And at first, he seemed okay with that. But when I came home that summer to resume my job and saw Anton, everything seemed to change. I couldn’t hide the fact that it was him I wasn’t attracted to, because I was all over Anton like a drunken prom date.
There was a weird triangle of sorts brewing between the three of us. I was oblivious to it at first. Or rather, I was too blinded by my infatuation with the Bronze god to notice.
And now comes the part where it gets interesting. Ralph, one of the night shift guys, died suddenly in his apartment. Heart attack I believe. This is significant because there always had to be at least two people in the store at all times, especially during those late/early hours. Casey, Anton, and Ralph were the only three people willing to work that shift. The schedule always worked out with three of them because at any time two of them would be working. Once Ralph died, it threw the balance off.
I’m not certain if Bob was truly upset about the fact that Ralph died. He spent more time complaining about the fact that he had to find another person to work the shift than he did mourning the death of a beloved employee.
There were four factors that had me knocking on Bob’s door ready to martyr myself for the good of the store.
One: I’d get away from his leering and groping. As much as it benefited me, it was getting a bit old. The other three reasons: Anton, Anton, Anton, of course!
An entire shift with just me and him? His fiancé was history!
Bob was reluctant to let me solve his problem for him. For one, I was a girl. I know it sounds weird in today’s woke society, but back in the early 2000’s it wasn’t a big deal to be sexist. Girls were meek, weak creatures who needed protection from the big, strong men. He feared for my safety, but I really believe he was going to miss my tight little body teasing him when I needed my way.
But he eventually caved when he found no one else willing to work all night. Plus, I was a shit employee anyway. I added no real value to the day shift other than being nice to look at and teasing his little prick. Might as well work nights where there was little to do.
My dad was less than pleased about this change, but I just told him about how I was trying to step up for the good of my team…blah blah blah. He bought it, albeit a bit reluctantly.
So, I started the night shift the following week. And wouldn’t you know it? My first shift was with Anton. With no one there but us two, I threw everything I had at him. I giggled. I touched him. I flipped my hair. I spoke in phrases that had double meanings, the second meaning being sex.
Anton wasn’t completely immune to my charms. I saw him checking me out. He watched my skirt ride up my thighs whenever I bent over to stock shelves. He peeked at my tits and midriff when I reached above my head to put something away. And he pressed in close when I “accidently” backed up into him.
Most nights with Anton were like that. I flirted, he was tempted, but in the end, he rebuffed my advances.
Casey and I got into a sort of rhythm too. While I wasn’t flirty with him, the two of us found out we had a lot in common. He liked to draw Manga style characters, which was on par with my hobby of sketching. He liked writing storylines for his characters, which eventually led us to playing a sort of game where he’d show me a drawing and we’d make up a funny back story for it.
Plus, he was into magic tricks. I know, nerdy and goofy, right? But it was kind of cool. He had all these card tricks that he’d show me. Then (because he liked me), he’d show me how they were done.
More than that, he made me feel comfortable talking to him. He was the first person I told how much I hated going to school for business. I told him about my dad’s expectations, and how I didn’t want to disappoint him. He said something to me that eventually led to giving me the strength to finally stand up for myself.
“You’re not really an adult until you’ve disappointed your parents. How are you living your own life if you’re always doing what they tell you?”
I believe that was the moment I started noticing Casey more. He wasn’t uber sexy like Anton, but our personalities meshed. We got each other, and soon a friendship of sorts grew.
Usually, it was either me with Casey, or me with Anton. However, about one night a week, all three of us were scheduled. Those nights were usually the most relaxed because we finished our stocking in record time with hours left to work. Sometimes we’d goof off; other times we’d take turns sleeping in the back.
I looked forward to these nights. I liked spending time with both of them together. Unfortunately, it was on one of these nights that my bubble was burst regarding Anton.
I was in the front of the store, minding the register. They were in the back, getting stuff together so they could stock the shelves. It was a slow night, and I was catching a serious case of FOMO (Fear of missing out). So, I snuck back to where they were to see what they were getting into.
I walked up on them and heard them speaking in whispered tones. Since I was the only other person here, I had to assume that what they were saying pertained to me and was something they didn’t want me to hear.
This naturally piqued my curiosity, so I stayed hidden and listened.
“Dude, just go for it.” Anton goaded; his tone low. “Ask her out.”
Casey shrugged dismissively. “She doesn’t even look at me like that. I’m not her type.”
“How do you know?”
“Because…she likes guys like you.”
The way he said it, capped off with a chuckle, made it sound like it was painfully obvious. Anton didn’t argue with that. Instead, he said, “So what? Yeah, she flirts with me a bit, but…”
“A bit?” Casey interrupted with an incredulous laugh.
Anton was forced to reluctantly nod as he added, “Okay, so she flirts with me A LOT. I get it. But I’d never do that to you, knowing how much you like her. Besides, you know I love Tasha. I couldn’t cheat on her like that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Casey said before ending the conversation and walking off.
The sinking feeling in my stomach highlighted my disappointment. For one, Casey was right. Everyone knew I had eyes for Anton. I was about as subtle as a billboard with that. The fact that Anton was trying to talk Casey into asking me out meant that he had no designs on doing it himself.
I know he had a fiancé. I knew the chance of ripping him away from her was slim to none. Still, having it thrown in my face like that hurt more than it should’ve.
On top of that, I now felt stupid for how I’d been shamelessly chasing him. In typical girl fashion, the more he rejected me, the more I wanted him. Even when all logic was telling me to save my dignity, I went and volunteered to work the night shift just to have more of a chance to seduce him.
How pathetic was I?
I pretended I didn’t hear anything. However, I was irritated that entire night and, I’ll admit, a major bitch to both of them. Short, snappish answers to questions. Eye rolling. Ignoring them when I heard them calling my name. Just catty, passive aggressive teenaged behavior from a girl with a bruised ego.
As the days went on, I got over it. My crush on Anton turned into a simmering recognition that he was hot, but unavailable. I stopped chasing him after that night. No more teasing. No more flirting.
He noticed my sudden mood change. Several times when the old me would’ve shamelessly thrown myself at him, I just treated him with the same nonchalance that I did Casey.
After a few days of this, he looked at me curiously as he asked, “You okay? You don’t seem like yourself.”
“I’m fine.” I’d tell him with a smile. “Just doing my job. Why?”
“Wait! You, doing your job?” he said with a chuckle. “Now I know something’s wrong!”
I didn’t laugh. I just shrugged dispassionately and said, “I’m trying to change and be a better person.”
There was a cryptic look on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. I’ll never know what was about to come out his mouth, but what did come out almost made me regress to throwing my pussy at him again.
“Don’t ever change. Stay just the way you are.”
The way he looked at me as he said it spoke more than the words he used. It was like he was confessing something to me.
If I weren’t taken, I’d be all over you.
He caught himself and suddenly walked away. I just smiled to myself. Knowing he secretly wanted me was enough. We may never hook up, but he and I knew the truth about the lust that existed between us.
Little did I know how wrong I was. Anton’s cock would soon be in my pussy. And mouth. And he wouldn’t be the only one fucking me. I was to become he and Casey’s slut, and all it took was a simple variation of a classic game to change the dynamic of our little trio.
***
DARE UNO
The rest of the summer flew by, and soon I only had two weeks left of my vacation. I was headed back to school, back to my miserable life of studying for a career I had zero interest in.
To be honest, I loved working with Casey and Anton. What started out as a job to keep my dad out of my hair had turned into a summer of doing what I’d wanted all along. I stayed out all night, slept late, and hung out with two really cool friends. Sure, we did work in between goofing off, but barely.
On this particular night, it was one of the rare ones; the ones were all three of us were working. Hanging in the air was the reality that I’d be leaving, and our little trio would be broken. After tonight, our next night working together would be the last time the three of us would be able to hang out together.
We felt the urge to do something special; you know, go out with a bang. But there’s only so much you can do in a convenience store.
For some odd reason, Casey was absent mindedly shuffling a deck of cards. Suddenly, I wanted to play some card games.
Of course, the guys wanted to play poker. I had a feeling of where that would lead, so I vetoed that. After some deliberation, my eyes fell onto a deck of Uno cards that I’d stocked earlier that evening.
“Ooooh! Ooooh! Let’s play Uno!”
“Uno?” they blanched in unison, each of them screwing up their faces like they smelled a fart.
“Yes, Uno! Haven’t you guys played as kids?”
Anton shrugged. “Of course we played. AS KIDS.”
“Oh, C’mon! I’m leaving soon! Give this to me! Pleeeeeeeease!”
My whining eventually got them, so they relented to play my KIDS GAME with me. So, we made sure the bell at the door was working so we could listen out if anyone walked in. Then we headed to the back storeroom.
There was a small table that we often used to eat lunch on. Each of us pulled up a chair around the table and got started.
Even the act of passing out those colorful cards brought me back. So many memories. So much fun.
We decided to play with the pile up rules. If you aren’t familiar with that, the pile up rules are if the person whose turn it is before you drops a “Draw Two” card, instead of drawing two cards from the deck you had the option to also drop a “Draw Two” card (if you had one). The next person will then have to draw four unless they also had a “Draw Two” card. This would continue until some unlucky person didn’t have any “Draw Two” cards to pass on. That poor sap would then have to draw the entire “piled up” amount.
Well, I started the “Draw” war with only three cards left in my hand. I had two “Draw Two” cards, and I just knew I was going to win. If they tried to pile on me, I had another one to drop to keep things moving.
Well, as it turned out, I wasn’t the only one with multiple “Draw” cards. This pile up ended with me set to draw 10 cards.
I sighed in resignation as the guys laughed hilariously at my calamity. However, it was Anton who came up with a brilliant deviation to the game; the deviation that kick started everything.
“I’ll tell you what…” he said, an impish smirk on his lips. “Instead of picking up all those cards, why don’t you settle for doing a dare.”
The room became quiet as both sets of eyes were on me. I looked between the two of them, trying to see if I could sense a set up here.
I’m not going to lie; the idea intrigued me. It also made me a bit nervous. What kind of dare would they come up with? Would it be humiliating? There were two guys here and a girl (me). What kind of dare would two guys make a girl do?
Yeah. My thoughts exactly.
Still, I was curious. Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me. I just had to know. So, I hesitantly accepted, expecting the worst.
Like I mentioned before, I was a cheerleader in high school. I was great at tumbling. I told the guys this in the past, bragging about my athleticism.
Anton always had his doubts. Not about me being a cheerleader, but about my gymnastic skills with doing flips. When he looked at me, he saw me as nothing more than the cutesy girl who shook her pom poms and did some leg kicks.
“I dare you to show me your best cheerleader routine.” He said to me, grinning at me challengingly.
Oh, it’s so on!
I smiled devilishly at him. Then, I stood up straightaway and marched outside without another word. The two of them looked at each other for a second before jumping up and following me.
There is a minor fact that readers would probably want to know. Remember what I was saying about the uniform? The bottoms could be black pants, shorts, or a dress. Well, guess who decided to wear a pleated tennis skirt tonight!
If that wasn’t bad enough, I was only wearing thongs underneath.
This fact only caused me a moment’s pause. The thrill of showing off my stuff and shoving Anton’s skepticism in his face outweighed my modesty. Plus, my tennis skirt was basically like the cheerleading skirts I wore in high school, so I was comfortable tumbling as I was.
Who cares if they got a peek of my ass?
I could hear Anton’s skeptic mumblings to Casey as I stretched to get my legs limber. His cynical jeering was cut short because the two of them couldn’t take their eyes off me as I bent low with straight knees and put my palms flat on the ground in front of me.
I was facing them as I did this stretch. Had they been behind me, they would’ve seen my oh so short skirt riding up my thighs until the bottom of my bare cheeks were exposed. The slight breeze brushing across my ass let me know just how much of my cheeks were exposed.
“Ya’ll ready?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. It’d been a few years since I did this. Would I be rusty? Did I still have it?
“Show us what you got!”
Well, it was too late to back off now. With a determined nod, I was off. A running somersault into two back handsprings ending with a back flip had them gawking in surprise and cheering me on.
Yep! I still had it.
“Holy shit that was awesome!” Anton exclaimed as he applauded. “Do that again!”
I was so caught up in the hype that I got another running start before going into a combination of a salto, four more back handsprings, and a roundoff.
Of course, my skirt did as much flipping as I did. Of course, the guys got quick glimpses of my ass in my little thongs. Of course, a part of their excitement in seeing me do my routine were those inadvertent flashes of my round derriere. I knew that. I wasn’t dumb.
Still, I liked the attention. In fact, I gave them an extra treat and did a full handstand for about 10 seconds, giving them the eyeful they were hoping for.
While my ass did add to the praise they rained upon me, I’d like to think they were just as impressed with my athleticism. Especially Anton. He was definitely impressed. I could see it. So, as I stood there slightly out of breath, I felt vindicated.
After a bit, we headed back inside and finished our game.
Despite my dare resulting in a free peep show, the guys were surprisingly conservative for the rest of the night. They seemed reluctant to up the ante. The dares were silly, more built on slight embarrassment. Casey had to talk like Yoda to the next customer who came in. Anton had to sing everything he said to a customer. I had to talk like a valley girl.
What made this so funny was we only had one more customer that night. So, all three of our dares had to be done all at once. That poor guy probably thought he mistakenly wandered into the loony bin instead of a convenience store.
The game was so much fun that we got lost in it. Before we knew it, it was 6 in the morning. We had to do a quick clean up before the morning crew came in so they wouldn’t know that we really did nothing the night before.
Now, it was official. “Dare Uno” became our thing.
We only had one more night with the three of us together. We knew what we were going to be doing. I spent the next few days thinking of good dares to give the guys. A part of me wanted to dare Anton to strip and run around the store naked, but I felt that might be pushing the boundaries a bit. That would open a door that, while intriguing, made me nervous. If I dared Anton to do that, what would THEY dare ME to do?
Of course, the same possibility existed for THEM to dare that of me if they got the balls to do it. If they did, would I follow through? Would I let them see me naked?
I shivered at the thought, but I couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or fear.
The night before our final night, I was working with Anton. “Dare Uno” was on our minds. We kept prodding each other with playful warnings throughout the night.
“Oh, you’re really making me stock the shelves by myself?” I asked with a sinister smile on my face.
He shrugged. “It’s your turn. I did it the other night while you slept in the backroom. Now get to work, white girl!”
I laughed, like I always did when he called me white girl. It always turned me on because it made me think about how we would look in bed together.
Ebony and Ivory. Mmmm.
“Okay. I got you.” I said with a nod. “Remember this tomorrow when you get piled up on. If I were you, I’d just take the cards instead of the dare.”
My threat got a laugh from him. “Oh really? That’s funny because I was thinking the same thing about you. You better hope you’re not in front of me when I slap you with that final “Draw two”. I’ve got a couple doozies in mind for you.”
Was it me, or was there a hint of lust in his eyes as he said that?
That next night, the three of us stocked the shelves at lightning speed. We finished everything as fast as we could, got rid of our few customers, and headed to the back.
The cards were dealt. The hands were given. We were ready to humiliate each other.
The first few dares were, of course, silly. We were just getting warmed up. By now, the option to opt out of your dare wasn’t even a thought. If you were at the end of the pile up, you were getting dared. It didn’t even matter who won anymore. The main objection of the game was setting each other up for that pile up.
We soon got comfortable with each other, and the dares became more personal. Boundaries started being pushed back. And with me being the only girl, you can guess how my dares progressed.
“I dare you to kiss Casey for 30 seconds.” Was the first dare to cross into the danger zone. This was the initial signal that things were taking a turn.
I looked at Casey, who’d turned away shyly. I then looked to Anton, who had the biggest smile on his face.
I could’ve stopped things right here…but I didn’t. instead, I spit out my gum, crawled over to Casey on my hands and knees (we were all sitting on the floor), and gave him a smoking hot kiss that I’m sure made his cock hard.
Surprisingly, Casey turned out to be a good kisser. I found myself enjoying it, momentarily forgetting about the dare. When I finally backed up, we gazed at each other for a moment before he said, “Wow.”
“Yeah.” I agreed, licking my lips before returning to my spot.
After a bit more, I was in a position to get Anton. I was holding onto my “Draw” cards, waiting for the perfect opportunity. When it came, I hit him with it. The draws went around the circle until it came back to me. But I had another one, so I just added to the pile on, praying that Anton didn’t have any more.
He didn’t. Just as I’d been planning, my revenge was complete. And I had a doozie for him.
With a smirk, I said, “Now…I dare YOU to kiss Casey for 30 seconds. With tongue.”
It was like all the sound was sucked out of the room. The two of them got so quiet you could hear a mouse fart.
“Wait…what?” Anton asked finally.
I nodded, an evil gleam in my eyes. “Yep.”
“But…we’re both guys.”
With a chuckle, I leaned back against the wall behind me and crossed my arms beneath my breast. “I’m aware.”
Ahh! Such vindication! I could see it in their eyes. The hesitation; the uncertainty. I had them by the balls, and they knew it. All night they’d been ganging up on me. Now, it was their turn to feel it.
I half expected them to back out. Fine by me. That would just open the door for me to do the same when they dared me to do something I was uncomfortable with. Imagine my surprise when Anton dropped his cards, crawled over to Casey, and laid a kiss on him that had my panties gooey.
Yes, it was a full-on kiss. With tongue. For the entire 30 seconds.
Half of a minute may not sound like a long time, but it’s an eternity when you are witnessing two straight guys making out. All I could do was sit there and watch with my mouth gaped open in shock.
I have to be honest. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life. I don’t know why. Maybe it was the wrongness of seeing straight guys kiss. Maybe it was the fact that I wished it were me kissing either of them. All I knew was that my pussy was juicier than a watermelon.
The floodgates were opened (pun intended). There was no going back now.
Since that kiss, the two of them came at me with a vengeance. Before, it was subtle. Now, they were openly trying to set me up, even sacrificing their own wellbeing to aid the other.
The next time a pile up happened, I was set to draw 6 cards. Casey, who was after me, looked at me with anticipation, trying to read my face. Was I able to escape this dare and pass it on to him?
I looked down at my hand and deliberated. Yes, I had another “Draw Two”. Yes, I could drop it on him and force him to do a dare. I could tell that he was vulnerable by his horrible poker face.
But the vision of them embraced in that kiss flashed before my eyes. Perhaps I felt I owed them. Perhaps I just wanted to give them the revenge they wanted and get it over with. Or…perhaps I was secretly hoping I’d get a “risqué” dare.
Whatever it was, I tucked my cards away like I wasn’t holding. Turning to Anton and feigning exasperation, I said, “I’ve got nothing. What’s my dare?”
“Oooooh Yessssss!” the two of them cheered like they were waiting for this moment.
Obviously, they wanted payback for me daring them to make out. Obviously. And I was curious as to what my punishment would be.
“I dare you to flash us your tits for 30 seconds.” Anton said, his voice husky.
“Oh shit.” Casey gasped, like he wasn’t expecting to hear that come out of Anton’s mouth.
I looked at him. He returned my gaze. As much as he was trying to play it cool, I could see something blazing in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was until he subconsciously licked his lips.
Yes. There it was. Lust. Anton was lusting after me.
Our eyes were locked as I grabbed the hem of my shirt. I’ll admit, I was nervous as hell. I was about to show my two coworkers my tits. I was a long way from being a prude, but there was something happening here that made me feel the need to catch my breath.
As my shirt rose, four eyes were locked on me. I was the center of attention. I lifted it up to my neck and held it in place with my chin. My bra was the only thing protecting me from full exposure.
I hesitated. Fearing that I was losing my nerve, Anton desperately exclaimed, “C’mon! You can’t back out now!”
Casey just sat there, staring at me as if in disbelief.
With a final inhale, I bit the bullet and lifted my bra. My tits seemed to hold on to the bra as if reluctant to come out. I kept lifting until they could hold on no more. My C cups practically spilled out of their prison, giving a titillating bounce before coming to a rest.
There was a unified gasp from the two of them. Nothing else mattered now. Just my tits. And wouldn’t you know it? My nips were hard enough to cut glass. They jut out obscenely, showcasing the fact that I was turned on beyond belief.
But I wasn’t the only one.
I giggled nervously under their intense stare. They silently praised me, their worship taking the form of wide eyes and mouths agape. It was Anton who was able to get control of his mouth first and speak.
“Holy shit!” Anton said, his voice filled with awe. “I hope I’m not out of line here, but I have to say that you have…a great set of tits! They’re perfect.”
“Fucking right!” Casey chimed in enthusiastically.
I couldn’t help blushing as I basked in their praise. When the 30 seconds was up (maybe it was longer), I put the girls back in their hiding spot. Their bout of freedom was short, but their effect was long lasting.
The game now had a new intensity to it. Anything was possible now. There were no limits. Me showing them my naked tits was like a door being kicked open. I’d essentially just given them permission to up the ante.
We played more hands, looking for the next opportunity. We were all on edge, wondering what the next boundary was that we were going to push.
The next time I had the chance to pile on, I took it. I caught Casey when he was vulnerable. Since they saw my tits, I think it was only fair for me to see some cock. While I would’ve rathered it be Anton, I was okay with the consolation prize.
“I want you to show me your cock.” I said, my head nodding to his crotch.
He shrugged, like he was expecting that.
Casey is a prime example of not judging a book by its cover. When he pulled down his pants, and then his boxers, I have to say that I was genuinely impressed. He was half hard, so I was able to see the potential. He wasn’t porn star large, which isn’t something that appeals to me anyway. But as far as cocks go, his was nice.
And I just got wetter.
The next dare was from Casey to Anton. I was expecting something minor because it was from guy to guy, but I should’ve known better. Just because I wasn’t the target this time around didn’t mean they couldn’t use each other to set me up.
“I dare you…” he started, but paused for effect. Though he was talking to Anton, he was looking at me. With a voice brimming with mischief, he finished, “…to suck her nipples for 30 seconds.”
I almost gasped aloud.
Anton looked at Casey like he was trying to make sure he heard him right. Then he looked to me. I’m not sure if he was expecting me to protest, but what he found was me sitting there quietly waiting to see what he was going to do.
Surprisingly, Anton hesitated in doing the dare. “Dude…” he said, turning to Casey with a whisper. “You know I’m engaged.”
It was like air being let out of a balloon. I felt deflated, and once again, my feelings were hurt by his rejection.
“Really, Anton?” I thought to myself as I looked at him with wounded eyes.
That almost broke the spell. His rejection almost ruined the magic that was building. But Casey looked him in his face and said, “You made her flash us. I showed you guys my dick. We even made out. After all that, you wanna sit here and pull that now? Either you suck her tits, or we should just stop playing right now.”
Anton looked at me, and it was then that I saw what the true dilemma was. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, it was that he did. Badly. His desire was making him feel guilty.
I could see he was having trouble deciding what to do. But I was all in. For the entire summer, there was a sexual tension building between us. Whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, he wanted me.
He needed a little “push”. So, I decided to help him.
I stood up, grabbed my shirt by the hem, and lifted it over my head and off. Then, I reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and slid it from my shoulders. As a last show, I held it out with my fingertips, only to let it drop to the floor next to my fallen shirt.
The way Anton looked at my naked breasts sent electricity through my tummy. He wanted me. He wanted me so bad. After all the chasing, teasing, and flirting that he’d rejected, he was now caught in a spot that he couldn’t turn down.
I walked over to him, straddled his lap, and sat down on him. With our faces inches from each other like we were going to kiss, I lifted his hand and placed his palm on one of the soft globes of my tits.
“Go on.” I whispered, my voice soft and inviting. “Complete your dare.”
His walls finally crumbled. His grip on my breast tightened, and he guided it to his mouth. I sucked in air through my teeth when he wrapped his lips around my nipple.
He suckled hard and greedily. Instinctively, I arched my back, further pushing my breast into his mouth. My eyes squeezed shut, I lifted my head to look towards the ceiling, and cradled my arms around his neck.
Anton got more into it. He was sucking my tits way past the 30 second mark, and I was not going to stop him. Sensing that my other tit was feeling lonely, he switched. The one he abandoned was now wet with his saliva.
A moan escaped me. I was soaking wet. My thighs were tingling. My nerves were on fire. And beneath my ass, I could feel a stiffening in his pants.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Seeing his sexy lips at the end of my breast with my disappeared nipple had me grinding his lap like we were fucking.
Anton finally stopped himself. I was afraid that he came to his senses, but when our gazes locked, I knew he was still in the lust fog. Something passed between us, and I leaned in to kiss him.
He didn’t stop me.
Casey watched as me and Anton full-on made out. Our tongues danced together. His hands palmed my round ass and squeezed. Things were moving at warp speed. All control was lost.
If he pulled his dick out right then and there, I would’ve sucked it. Or sat on it. If he bent me over to fuck me, I would’ve let him. And we were probably headed in that direction.
But you know what they say about Murphy’s Law.
At that moment, right as things were reaching a crescendo, fate stepped on the brakes. A jingling sound coming from the front of the store alerted us to a customer entering.
“Fuck!” the three of us said through gritted teeth as we hastily scrambled. I jumped off Anton’s lap and haphazardly tried to put my bra on. Casey was buckling his pants from when he showed us his cock. All Anton really had to do was smooth out his clothing.
As I was sliding the straps of my bra over my shoulders, Anton looked at me curiously for a second before grabbing my hand to stop me. Gazing at my erect nipples, he said, “I dare you to go out there braless.”
I shot him an uncertain look as I took my bra back off and pulled my shirt down over my naked tits. I was horrified to see how noticeable they were! The thin material was practically see-through. Not only did my erect nips poke out, but you could also see the darkness of my areolas. I looked like a wet T-shirt contestant.
“I’m not going out there like this.” I said adamantly.
His smile was challenging, but he said nothing else about it. He just walked out to the floor to deal with the customer. Casey followed him, leaving me back there with my thoughts.
After a moment of thinking about it, I shook my head in surrender. I couldn’t not do this dare; especially after everything that’d just happened. With a sigh, I tossed my bra on the couch and walked out into the bright lights of the store.
Casey and Anton’s eyes fell on me. Of course, Anton gave me a knowing smirk as he pretended to be busy stocking. Casey did the same. It was obvious that they were leaving me to deal with this guy in the embarrassing state I was in.
The customer was just some guy passing through getting gas. An older, large man with a long salt and pepper beard. Plaid shirt on top, dirty jeans on the bottom. He looked like he lived in the woods and ate roadkill.
If I were hoping that he wouldn’t notice my braless tits, I would’ve been sadly disappointed. I could see his eyes zero in almost immediately.
“How can I help you?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound normal. I looked straight at him, as if nothing were amiss. But he wasn’t looking at my eyes. His eyes were pointed down.
“Uhhh…I wanna put $20 on pump 4.” He said slowly, a hillbilly drawl in his accent.
“Ooookay.” I said in a casual, sing-song voice as I punched his sale into the register. “Will that be all?”
“Yeah. Uhhh…no. I also want some coffee.”
“Will that be it?”
“And a doughnut.”
It was obvious he was stalling for time so that he could keep staring at my tits. I played along with his game because Casey and Anton were watching. It took the customer 10 minutes to get his stuff together and leave. I wanted to scream at him to hurry up and get out, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there behind the register, tits poking out and everything.
When he finally left, I let out a breath of relief. Anton and Casey both rushed over to me, laughing and cheering.
“Did you see his face?” Casey asked.
“I thought he was going to nut himself!” Anton added.
But I didn’t care about that guy. I was keyed up. I was wet. I was horny as fuck. So, I grabbed Anton by his dreads, pulled him in, and resumed our making out. Instantly, he stopped laughing and returned my aggressive move.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Casey turn away dejectedly. He was prepared to give me, the girl he had a crush on, privacy to finish what I’d started with another man.
But then, he stopped. Something came over him. Casey came up from behind while me and Anton were swapping spit and touched my shoulder, as if asking permission to join. I broke the kiss with Anton, turned my head to him, and after a brief stare passed between us, I locked lips with him too.
The angle of my neck was awkward, so I had to turn my entire body to devote my attention to him. Casey and I then kissed with earnest. If I thought that our first kiss was something, this was unbelievable. It appeared that Mr. Casey was very skilled with his mouth.
Perhaps he had other tricks…
Anton released me and walked away. A brief worry that he was developing a conscience filled me, but it was short lived. He marched to the door, locked it, and put the “Will Return At” sign up. Then, with a leering smirk, he grabbed a box of condoms from the shelf.
That said it all. Seeing him do that let me know how real this “game” had gotten.
As we migrated to the backroom, my heart was thumping so hard I thought it was going to punch its way out of my chest. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to fuck both of them?
Yes.
Once we were back there, I resumed making out with the two of them. Casey more so, because he was the better kisser. By far. Meanwhile, Anton grabbed a cushion from the couch. Then, it was dropped on the floor in front of me.
Nothing else was said, but I got the hint. If that wasn’t enough, I was then pushed down to my knees between them.
They unzipped their pants. Their cocks bounced from their confinements like they’d been waiting to escape. Casey was already fully erect. Anton was halfway there.
And I was wetter than Niagara Falls.
It was amazing how different their cocks were. Anton’s was dark, thick, and veiny. It was also uncircumcised, which was a surprise for me. I’d never encountered one like it. I heard horror stories of other women giving oral to guys who were “less than thorough” about washing their uncut members. Luckily for me, Anton didn’t fall into that category. There were no unpleasant smells from his cock.
In direct contrast, Casey’s cock was smooth and white with a perfect mushroom shaped tip. And it was hard. Like, concrete hard. Anton was hard too, but his was still bendable. Casey’s was rigid and stiff. IF there were ever a perfect looking cock, it would look like Casey’s.
One thing the two of them had in common? Within moments, both of them were covered in my saliva.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” I thought as I slurped on their dicks. I looked like a horny porn star down there alternating between both of their cocks. I felt like a slut. Above me, all I heard was the two of their moans mingling as I orally pleasured them.
“Yeah. Suck it. Just like that.”
“Ohhh yeah. God, you’re good at this!”
I couldn’t even tell whom said what. I was lost in a haze, so their voices just blended in a chorus of salacious praise for what I was doing.
It wasn’t long until I was yanked to my feet and led over to the table. Casey was behind me; Anton was leading me by the hand. The contents on top were rashly swept off and onto the floor. I was then pushed down, face first.
With my ass sticking up in the air, I guess it was inevitable that one of them would smack it. The meat of my round butt wobbled under the force. A surprised squeal escaped my mouth at the suddenness of it.
Another smack. Then another. Each one was harder and louder than the one before. I threw my hands behind me to thwart any other slaps coming, but it was roughly moved away. Then, as if to show me who was in control, there was one more for good measure.
The heat from the sting felt like my ass was on fire. Yes, it hurt, but there was something delicious about the pain. I felt helpless and completely at their mercy. That just made this situation hotter.
“I dare you to eat her pussy.” Anton said to Casey.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Seconds later, I felt my cheeks being spread apart. I was so wet that my skin down there was sticky. Casey buried his face between them and started to lap away at my vulva. He was so deep inside my ass that his nose was probing my anus as he ate me out.
All I could do was let out a moan.
Feeling left out, Anton gently turned my head until I was looking directly at his cock. Needing no more prodding, I opened my mouth wide to invite him in.
I didn’t expect him to stuff his ginormous cock down my throat like he did. Instead of gently sliding in, he grabbed my head, lined himself up, and thrust inside like he was penetrating a resistant pussy. His cock was so thick that I felt like I had to unhinge my jaw like a snake to take it in.
“Yeah. Suck that fucking dick, bitch.” He said, his voice sounding different than it did earlier. Right now, it sounded…sadistic.
That forceful thrust was only the first. From there, he began to fuck my face, using my mouth for his pleasure. He was face-fucking me so hard that tears were coming down my cheeks.
“Uck! Uck! Uck! Uck! Uck!”
I was in the middle, feeling both of their lustful hunger in completely different ways. Anton was thrusting so hard that I almost vomited. But Casey was on the other end, pleasuring me with that talented tongue. The two of them almost canceled each other out.
Eventually I had to push on Anton’s stomach to slow down his assault on my tonsils. His cocked popped out of my mouth. Now free, I said, “Take it easy, Anton. I need my voice.”
A contrite look came on his face as he sheepishly apologized. “Sorry bout that.”
“It’s cool. Just…go slowly.”
This time, he put his cock in my mouth with respect for my throat. As a reward, I gave him the best blowjob I could while Casey’s tongue worked magic.
Speaking of Casey…OH MY GOD! He was eating my pussy like his momma baked it. He was gripping my cheeks to keep them spread as he enthusiastically licked me. He even paid attention to my clit, which is something a lot of guys forget to do.
Casey was full of surprises tonight. It’s always the quiet ones who wind up blowing your mind.
They must’ve had some sort of secret signal because Anton’s cock suddenly disappeared from my mouth. At the same time, Casey stopped making a meal of my pussy. The two of them seamlessly swapped places. I simply stayed put, bent over on that table, with my ass sticking up waiting for them to use it.
I looked up into Casey’s eyes right as he was lining himself up. He reached down and stroked my hair, almost lovingly thanking me for what I was about to do. When his cock entered my mouth, I enclosed my lips around his shaft.
Unlike with Anton, Casey’s cock fit comfortably in my mouth. And he didn’t try to punch my tonsils with every thrust. He let me set the pace.
What I didn’t see was what Anton was doing behind me. I did hear the sound of a plastic condom wrapper ripping. Moments later, he was also lining that monster cock up for entry into my waiting vagina. One of his hands roughly gripped an ass cheek to open me up. I felt the bulbous head of his cock slide up and down my slit, right between the folds of my lips. Every so often it would brush over my clit, which made me shiver.
It took him a few tries to find what he was looking for. Once he found that opening, the penetration of his cock into my slippery pussy was inevitable.
Despite being so gushingly wet, my pussy put up a fight at being invaded. It’d been a while since I’d had sex, and I had to stretch to accommodate his thickness. But Anton fought through the resistance, using small thrusts to push himself further inside with each one. His determination was rewarded, and soon he was fully embedded between the tight, warm, wet walls of my vagina.
Yes, I was spit roasted, like a pig at a Luau. I was being fucked from both ends. And…I…loved it!
The sounds of me being both throat-fucked and doggy fucked sounded so depraved. I felt like I was in the middle of a pendulum. Anton was the driving force. His thrusts were powerful; so powerful that the slaps of his stomach against my butt made the meat ripple. This pushed me into Casey, who’s cock was in my mouth. My nose was temporarily buried into his pubic hair; his cock hitting the back of my throat. When Anton pulled back to prepare for another thrust, so did my mouth.
Back and forth I was impaled from each side. I was gushing from my pussy and slobbering from my mouth as both guys used me like a pin cushion.
The loud “slap, slap, slapping” of my cunt being pounded filled the small room.
“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” I moaned into Casey’s cock with each thrust from Anton. At first, I was taking the pounding like the champ I was, but he was fucking me so good that eventually I had to remove Casey’s cock so I could call out to God.
“Oh! God! Yes! Fuck…me…Anton!” I cried loudly in tune with those loud slaps each time our skin collided. My words came out in labored whines.
And he did. Both of them did. Those two guys fucked me all over that hot backroom, each occasionally switching places to take turns. I was fucked on the table. I was fucked on the floor. I was fucked on the couch. I was fucked against the wall. The smell of sweat and sex filled the area as my brains were fucked out like they’d never been fucked out before.
At one point I believe there may have been a knocking at the front door. I don’t know. Didn’t really care. We all ignored it. We were too naked and lost in each other to deal with customers. Let them go down the street.
Anton was the first guy to cum. I was laying on the floor on my back. Casey had my ankles on his shoulders and was practically folding me in half as he hammered my pussy. Anton was leaning over my face, thrusting his cock into my mouth from above.
I was trapped beneath both of them, forced to submit to their desires. Casey’s balls repeatedly slapped my anus. Anton’s pubic region eclipsed my view. My jaw was hurting from sucking so much cock, which didn’t make accommodating Anton’s anaconda any better.
When Anton said, “Fuck, I’m about to cum” I welcomed it.
He didn’t even ask if he could cum in my mouth, but I should’ve known that he would. My first clue should’ve been the fact that he’d ripped the condom off before stuffing his member in my mouth. That right there should’ve let me know that he was done with my pussy. But he just as well could’ve chosen to spray my face. Still rude, but not as bad. However, when that big vein in the middle of his cock started twitching, the tone of his moans changed. There was a desperation in his voice when he barked out, “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! OH…”
He didn’t remove his cock. He pushed in further. I felt his meat pulse in my mouth before he finished his cry.
“…GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” he yelled loudly as my mouth was flooded with semen.
“UUUUUURRRRRRK!”
It caught me by surprise. And because of the position I was in, I couldn’t spit it out. I was forced to gulp and let everything slip down my throat.
Yes. I swallowed every drop.
That must have been one hell of a nut because he stumbled off me and rolled over onto his back. He still had cum dripping from his deflating cock.
“God…DAMN!” He said, like he couldn’t believe how good that felt.
“What the fuck, Anton!” I screamed at him, wiping the remnants of his load from my mouth.
He then looked over at me and laughed. “My bad.” He said, though he didn’t seem sorry at all.
I pushed Casey off me and sat up. Glaring at Anton, I yelled, “You cum in my mouth without warning me? What kind of douche bag does that?”
He at least had the good sense to look apologetic this time. “I’m sorry.” He said for real. “I just got caught up in the moment.”
My eyes narrowed angrily at him before I got up to go to the bathroom. I rinsed out my mouth in the sink. When I came out, he was standing by the door, holding a bottle of Gatorade out for me.
“Hey, for real this time. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That was a real asshole move.”
He handed me the Gatorade. I took it. Then, I punched him in the stomach. Not hard, but enough to let him know that he was indeed an asshole.
The three of us sat around talking and laughing for a bit, all of us still naked. Me and Anton were sitting on the couch, Casey still on the floor. We didn’t even talk about sex, just about life in general. Listening to us talk, one would’ve never guessed that these two guys were fucking my brains out not too long ago.
Sipping my drink let me know just how dry my throat was from all the cock sucking. I’d already had 3 orgasms, so I could’ve ended the night here. However, when I looked over at Casey, I saw him stroking his cock. Of the three of us, he was the only one who hadn’t cum yet.
I felt it was my duty to rectify that. This time around though, I wanted to control the action. I’d been on the receiving end of being fucked all night, and was forced to swallow a mouthful of jizz. It was my turn to be in charge.
So, I crawled over to Casey and lightly pushed on his chest. When he looked at me to see what I was doing, I gave him a sultry smile and said, “My turn.”
He got the hint. With an accepting nod, he laid on his back and let me straddle him.
At first, I just sat on his cock without letting it penetrate me. I wanted to feel his hardness underneath me as I leaned in to kiss him. He eagerly kissed me back. The fact that he did it knowing what Anton had done made it feel even more special to me.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” I said, my voice soft and sensual. He nodded, giving ownership of his body to me.
I raised up a bit from his lap, then reached beneath me for his swollen cock. It was then that I noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom. His eyes darted down, and then back up to me, letting me know that we were both thinking the same thing.
Biting my lip, I guided it to my hole anyway. Then sat down on it. It slipped in easily, and we let out a unified moan.
With just me and Casey, the sex was more sensual and passionate. The fevered fucking of before was tapered down to two people actually having coitus and enjoying each other’s bodies. Our eyes were locked the entire time. He wanted me to cum. That was his mission. Where Anton was all about busting his nut, Casey wanted me to enjoy this.
We made eye contact. We kissed. We touched. We held hands with our fingers interlocked as my hips moved.
The way he was looking up at me, like he felt lucky to be here, was having an effect on me. He was inside of me, and I mean more than his dick. We were connected. I was all his. No one else mattered.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to me. He said it like he’d been waiting to say it his entire life.
Guys have always told me I’m beautiful, especially when they are buried in my pussy. They’ve told me how sexy I am, how gorgeous I am, and how no other girl could ever hold a candle to me.
But looking at Casey, I felt what he felt. I really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Suddenly, I was hit with an orgasm that I didn’t even see coming. It was unlike the others I’d had tonight. This one was powerful, and it just sprang up on me out of nowhere and crashed me like a wave.
My eyes went wide, as did my mouth. I let out a guttural moan, both from surprise and from the pure rush of cumming so hard. I squeezed his hands, crushing his fingers. The sounds of my orgasm filled the entire store.
Seeing me cum so hard must’ve triggered him because he was right behind me.
“Uhhh God!” he grunted as I was still cumming. His face strained from the power of his own orgasm. I felt his cock pulsing as he yelled out, “I’m cumming inside of you!”
And that’s how we finished; cumming together, almost at the same time. Let me tell you, there is no better physical connection that two people can have than experiencing an orgasm as one. There is magic in that rare moment, and we rode that feeling.
We stared at each other after as we came down, both of us breathing heavily. Finally, he said, “That was…”
“Wow.” I finished his sentence for him.
Off from the side, we heard clapping. We turned to Anton to see him fully dressed, giving us a round of applause.
“Now, that was some beautiful shit!” he said, a humored smile on his face.
“Shut up!” Me and Casey yelled together.
We then looked at each other again before we busted open into laughter.
“You’re a real asshole! You know that?” I said to Anton as I rose from Casey’s lap. His deflated cock fell out of me. It was completely covered in white goo; our combined fluids mingling together.
“I’ve been called worse.” Anton replied. Then, he asked, “What time is it?”
We all looked at the clock on the far wall. Then, a unified panic set in.
It was 6:40 am.
The three of us scrambled as we dressed in a frenzy. Our clothes were thrown everywhere, and it took us a bit to locate them and put them on. After that, we made a mad dash to unlock the door and do a very quick clean up to remove evidence and look like we’d actually been working all night.
The only item of clothing that couldn’t be found were my panties.
Long story short, we didn’t fool anyone. The store looked like shit. It hadn’t been swept, the coffee wasn’t started, and there were confused customers wondering why the door was locked. When Bob looked at us, we looked 100% guilty.
He tore us a new asshole. Even his lustful attraction to me couldn’t save me from that one. He yelled at us for 30 minutes until he was blue in the face. He asked us questions that we had no good answers for. What did we do all night? How come the three of us couldn’t finish our work? Why was the door locked?
All he got were shrugs. Finally, he told us to get the fuck out of his face so he can do our jobs for us.
Yeah, it was brutal.
Despite that, the three of us stepped outside to a bright morning sun with smiles on our faces. My hammered pussy was sore, my mouth felt like my jaw was unhinged, and I smelled like a cheap whore. But I felt liberated. For the first time, my college life didn’t feel like a prison sentence that had to be carried out.
We said our goodbyes with the realization that this was the last time we were going to see each other until next summer. I missed them already. Especially Casey.
When I went to hug him, we both let out a sigh. Something happened between us tonight. In the middle of a threesome, the two of us found a connection. My eyes were opened to what had been right under my nose this entire time.
We shared one last kiss. It was passionate and familiar, like we’d been lovers for years. We kissed with our entire bodies, both melting into each other.
“When will you be back?” he asked.
“Next summer.”
He nodded. “Can I have your phone number so I can call you?”
“Yeah.”
We exchanged info. This was a time before smart phones. Cell phones were around, but they weren’t as prevalent as they are now. So, the number he gave me was his home number. I also gave him my contact info on how to reach me up at college.
I walked away towards my car. I turned back and saw that he hadn’t left his spot. He was watching me disappear.
He smiled and waved. I returned it. And then I got into my car and drove off.
***
“Why are you smiling so hard?” John asked me about 10 minutes down the road.
“Huh?”
His eyes looked at me with amusement. “You’ve been smiling like the Cheshire Cat since we left that store. Ever since you saw the picture of the district manager. Who was that?”
I glanced in the back seat to check on Olivia. She was playing a game on her cell phone.
“Livey, put your headphones on sweetie.” I said to her. Without even looking up, she did as she was told.
Once we were safe to talk, I reached out and rubbed John’s thigh, right next to his cock. He was having trouble concentrating on the road with me doing that.
“That guy’s name is Casey. He wasn’t always the district manager. In fact, when his uncle owned that store, he was just a regular worker like me.”
My words were innocent enough, but with the way I was rubbing his leg, John knew there was something more to this.
“Is there a story behind Casey?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
I nodded, leaned over until I was close to his ear, and whispered, “Tonight, I’ll tell you all about it. And I’ll do it wearing that red lingerie that you like.”
His eyes lit up, and he chuckled. “This must be one hell of a story.”
“It is. Trust me. It is.”
***
I never went back to work for the gas station. That was my last summer. The following year, I finally mustered up the guts to do what I knew was right for me. I switched majors. When I finally told my dad about it, I was expecting him to be disappointed in me. Surprisingly, he wasn’t. He was just happy that I was doing SOMETHING with my life, even if it wasn’t what he envisioned.
I never saw Casey or Anton again. Me and Casey tried to keep in touch, but eventually life got in the way. As for Anton, I’m not even sure if he ever married the woman he was engaged to. Honestly, I didn’t really care. Anton turned out to be a douche bag, and his fiancé deserved better. It’s too bad I was so enamored by his looks that I missed out on an even better guy.
Seeing Casey’s picture hanging on the wall with the title “District Manager” underneath it made me smile. It reminded me that life passes, even if we aren’t there to see it.
Casey is my “What if” guy. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fiancé to pieces. But I can’t help wondering what would’ve happened if I gave Casey the time of day sooner. We had a lot in common, he was easy to talk to, and that KISS…
There was something there.
For those interested in the path I chose for my future, I became a teacher. I now teach Creative Writing and coach my school’s Cheerleading squad. Honestly, it was the best decision I ever made, and it was thanks to that talk that I had with Casey that made me want to do it.
“You’re not really an adult until you’ve disappointed your parents. How are you living your own life if you’re always doing what they tell you?”
Thanks Casey. I’ll always think fondly of you.