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Three times the fun . . .
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Three times the fun . . . Recently, a fellow Blogger posed a question about one’s first experience as part of a threesome. I pledged to share my experience, but time constraints have kept me from posting my story as promised – until now . . . As always in cases involving real people - The names have been changed to protect the innocent . . . ********************************************************************** ********************************************************************** I was 16 and preparing to begin my senior year of High School and had been selected to attend a prestigious leadership program in Washington, D.C. My parents were reluctant to let me attend, as the early 80’s were pretty lean and made today’s economy look robust in comparison. After ruthless pleading and dozens of, “this is the biggest opportunity of my life” speeches, they reluctantly agreed to let me go with the condition that I pay for the entire trip myself. I believed this opportunity would be the biggest thing in my entire life if I could just raise the insurmountable sum of $3,500. For a in 1983 from a very small town, in a remote area of Northern California - this was a crap load of money! I worked for nearly a year doing every job thrown my way. Aside from my regular work irrigating hayfields on a neighboring ranch - I split firewood, cleaned barns, mended fences, sheared sheep, tended livestock, and bucked hay by the truckload to raise enough money to attend. Even then, it was still difficult to raise the required sum, until I found a special deal on airfare, the only hitch - I was required to spend 2 extra days in the D.C. area on my own. The event was booked at a rather nice hotel in the Georgetown area off of Pennsylvania Avenue, and they were willing to cut me a great deal to stay the few extra days. I carefully decided to conceal this little aspect of the trip from my parents and I was scared to death they would find out and kill the deal up to the moment my flight went wheels up and headed east. The program was excellent and the week was a whirlwind of site seeing, self-development seminars, leadership training, and networking with attendees throughout the nation. I was fortunate enough to make a number of new friends and soon learned that a small group of other participants were also extending their stay. More importantly, the group included 2 gorgeous, inseparable young ladies from Georgia who epitomized the image of Southern Belles – Victoria and Michelle. I had been fortunate enough to have befriended these ladies earlier in the week and affectionately referred to them as the ‘Georgia Girls.’ Once the Seminar concluded, the Hotel required that I relocate to another room. I got settled in and prepared to see what sort of adventure a young man from the wilds of rural northern California could get into. On reflection - only now do I realize just how young, naïve, and sexually inexperienced I truly was and how the events that would unfold over the next few days would change me forever . . . It all began with a knock on the door followed by hushed giggles – it was the ‘Georgia Girls,’ and after inviting them in, I was astounded to learn they were in the room next door. I could not believe my luck and was somewhat awestruck when they asked what my plans were for the evening. I was so taken by surprise that I replied with a stupid, “Huh . . ,” before I realized what I had been asked. I quickly said, “Yes,” and they said, “Great . . . the Pizza’s already here.” They asked that I open the door joining the two rooms . . . they had already opened their side – pretty presumptuous of them! We ate, laughed, joked, and flirted like crazy with each other. Gradually, we relaxed and the atmosphere turned from flirting to anticipation. The girls had made themselves comfortable as we watched TV by lying on their tummies in the middle of my bed while I occupied the room’s only chair. First Michelle . . . then Victoria, rose from the bed saying they would be right back. As the ‘Georgia Girls,’ left the room and I had to pinch myself back to reality. I could not believe my luck – How did I, a shy, sheltered, country boy, from nowhere-Ville wind up sitting in an upscale D.C. hotel room, with two strikingly beautiful girls . . . ? ? ? Let me elaborate, both girls were beautiful – each in their own unique way. Michelle was a classic southern beauty with long, gently curled, dark-blonde hair; big, dark blue eyes; fair, delicate skin; and a beautifully proportioned slightly busty body. Victoria was slightly more exotic with long, medium curly dark-chestnut hair; with the most beautiful striking green eyes I have ever seen; a flawless, light-olive complexion; and a curvy figure and ample bust. The girls returned to my room wearing very short-shorts and t-shirts . . . and I quickly realized they were both sans brassiere. They resumed their spots in the middle of my bed and a few minutes later I began to notice that their shorts had been removed and they were both staring at me. Suddenly aware of them watching me . . . I cracked a wary smile, unsure of what to do when Victoria said, “You look uncomfortable . . . come over here and sit with us.” I went to sit at the head of the bed when they moved apart and patted the bed between, Michelle said, “… right here is a good spot …” My head began to spin as I grabbed a pillow and settled down between them. The three of us lay there watching TV when I felt a leg brush against mine. . . . Then a hand touch the small of my back . . . I was very tense with anticipation – like a coiled spring ready for release. Michelle said, “You look nervous . . . Let me rub your back.” She sat up beside me and pulled at my shirt until I rolled over to unbutton it. As I unbuttoned my shirt Victoria said, “Take off your pants too . . .” I started to hesitate . . . when Michelle said, “It’s not fair … we don’t have any pants on … Why should you?” With nothing left to do, I rose from the bed and surprised them both when I began to pull my pants down - as they could clearly see that I didn’t wear underwear, and my semi-hard cock gently nodded at them as it sprung from my jeans. Victoria turned to Michelle and said, “See I told you so . . . “ I asked what she meant and was surprised to learn the girl’s had bet earlier in the week that I went commando as Victoria had seen the outline of my cock thru my jeans. Needless to say, the room was filled with anticipation so thick it could be cut with a knife as I stood there in socks and a t-shirt . . . I moved back to the bed to resume my spot between the Southern Beauty’s and was quickly surprised when Victoria leaned forward give me a kiss that I can still feel to this day . . . not to be outdone, Michelle then reached over and pulled me to her for a very long, deep, and passionate kiss that was electric. From that point forward the rest of the night is a blur of passion, intensity, and intertwined bodies that I still dream of occasionally. When spent the next 2 days enjoying the sites of D.C. during the day and each other by night. I will remember the ‘Georgia Girls’ and the time we shared together until the day that I die. I only regret that I have never seen either of them since . . . Perhaps one or both of them are on Older Hookups . . . If you are - Drop me a note and let's see what happens . . . From the Gold Country of Northern California's Sierra Nevada Mountains, Range Bull |
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Sandy, I know ... Like I said the experience probably spoiled me as I found a level of sexual adventure at age 16 that many people - man or woman never feel brave enough to enjoy by acting on their inner-most desires. I have to admit that I have sought similar sexual highs ever since !! BTW, I love you new photographs and am sorry that I haven't posted much lately ... please accept my apologies . . . Fondly, RB From the Gold Country of Northern California's Sierra Nevada Mountains, Range Bull
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