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 The word "slut" does not offend me. On the contrary, these days I find it rather empowering. I had never used it in a self-referential sense until I had my first threeway. It was something I always wanted to do, my biggest fantasy, to be fucked by two men. How to go about finding two? Hell, I didn't even have one! There's no primer for safely picking up two men to fuck you, no manual, no website that gives you step-by-step instructions, pick-up lines, locations. I thought about asking friends, but no matter what anyone says, that involves strings. I wanted two men who were clean and knew each other. I wanted a comfortable situation. So I did what any other self-respecting horny woman would do. I put out a personal ad. Straight woman seeks two men, straight or bi, for a night of sweaty fun. Conversation skills optional. It didn't take long before the phone calls started pouring in. Most of the men sounded too frat-boyish or too femme. I wanted a pair of studs, some prime meat, and since I was getting such a good response, I wasn't worried about being too picky. Finally, Matt and Grant, two men who had been friends since college, called me. They were sweet and funny. "One rule," Matt told me, "No calling me after it's over. I can't speak for Grant, but I don't want a relationship." I readily agreed —that fit in perfectly with my "no strings" guidelines. However, there were a million things I wanted to know.  The guys came over the next night. I had bought beer, wine, cheese, crackers and condoms —not sure of the protocol on something like this. They were surprisingly punctual. At 8 pm, my doorbell rang. The three of us stood in the center of my living room and wondered how to begin. I had never so blatantly had someone (not to mention two someones) over for just sex, and wasn't sure how to proceed."Well," I said hesitantly, after pouring us each a drink and asking some basic, not-too-personal-yet-still-awkward questions. "Should we go into the bedroom?" Matt suggested, just a tad frustrated with my attempt at small talk. We all agreed and they filed in after me. They both started getting undressed. I watched as T-shirts and jeans were thrown aside. I joined in, stripping down to my bra and panties. "Do you mind if we warm up?" Grant asked. I raised my eyebrows. I definitely hadn't anticipated this. "Not at all," I motioned towards the bed, taking a seat on the corner edge. I expected the two of them to start jerking off. What I didn't expect was for them to begin kissing. Their hands moved up each other's backs, caressing shoulders, tangling hair, grabbing flesh. I had never seen two men make love and it was amazingly sexy. I could see Grant's hand behind Matt's back beckoning me over. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, planting kisses over his back. I reached down and felt his cock —large and hard. Matt and Grant broke their kiss, creating a space for me to come between them. I lay down on the bed and they each took a side. One pair of lips took my left tit; the other started at my right ankle. I was hoping they would meet in the middle. Their kisses were hot. I closed my eyes as Matt pressed his mouth onto mine. A hand (I'm not sure whose) reached between my legs and began caressing me. I was soaking wet. I felt like a queen; I had never been so pampered.  My pussy was hungry. I wanted either one of them inside of me. I tried to move Grant (who was pulling at my nipple) on top of me. He looked up and smiled."So soon?" he asked. I nodded: the torture of want was so exquisite, the only kind of pain I enjoy. "There are condoms in my bedside drawer," I grunted, as Matt's hand met Grant's in the hot crevice of my cunt. Grant rolled over and pulled out two condoms, handing one to Matt as they met for a kiss. He also pulled out a bottle of lube. Matt looked at me seriously for a moment, "Do you want us to go one at a time, or both at once?" Up until that instant I hadn't really thought of what a threeway really meant —that I could have double penetration —two cocks in me at once. They could, in a sense, be fucking me and each other. I didn't quite feel like myself as I said, "Both. I want you both inside me at once." Apparently they had discussed this between themselves already, or had actually done this before, because Grant began to gently flip me over as Matt scooted underneath. I was happy since Grant was the smaller of the two and it had been a while since I had had any anal penetration.  "I'm going to go in first," Grant said softly, the sound of squirting lube punctuating his speech, "and then we'll position you on Matt."I nodded silently in agreement. To further prepare me, Grant stuck his finger in my ass. I moaned. Whoever thinks a woman can't get off on anal stimulation is dead wrong. I could feel the head of Grant's dick rubbing up against my asshole, and then he went in. I screamed, both out of pleasure and out of that first momentary flash of not-quite-pain-not-quite-surprise. He held me as he moved gently in and out. Matt drew me closer and settled me on his cock. Grant held himself in firm and for a second we didn't move. The three of us were connected and I was lost in pleasure. Then the men found a rhythm; moving me up and down. Both my holes were tight and I have never felt so full in my life. "Can you feel each other?" I gasped. Matt reached up and cupped my tit, "Yes," he sighed. "Can you fuck me harder?" I asked. They sped up, pumping me. I imagined a chain of bodies. Each of us with both holes filled, like a wave of pulsating pleasure that filled my bedroom, my house; fuck, the entire neighborhood. The feeling of completeness and pure ecstasy washed over me. The men were grunting and I began to yell out that I was coming. Every sexual sense in my body was being attended to and I couldn't hold back. As I came, I tightened and I thought I might burst, or possibly send one of them flying out. But they held on to me. I was shaking and crying. Grant said, "Oh fuck." Matt said, "Oh baby," and both of them were arching and sweat was dripping on me and I was dripping on Matt. Grant exploded into me and I, a quivering heap, fell onto Matt, who, with one final thrust, filled his condom full of come.  The three of us lay together for a minute, our hearts beating rhythmically, slowly growing quieter. Grant pulled out first, than lifted me off of Matt; going from complete fulfillment, having them out of me now felt empty. We sat there, merely looking at each other for a moment."Thank you," whispered Matt, and the two men kissed each other long and hard. I know what I said about no strings, but I didn't want them to leave. For one, I wanted more sex. For another, I liked the company. "Want to watch TV?" I asked, more nervously then when I had first invited them over for sex. Both men shrugged and smiled. We snuggled up in my bed and watched bad cable, until I felt a pair of hands, and then another, moving over me. "Just one more time," I whispered. Both men laughed. They knew that I was stuck between them and I wasn't going anywhere.
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