The snow bomb hit, and for once was just as bad as predicted. My roommates and I had stocked up on the necessities a couple of days before. Lucky for them, I was still off work for winter break. Also lucky for them, included in my shopping was milk and bread. Those sections were cleared out the day before the storm by frantic Massachusians.
As the heavy snowfall began, my friends and I watched it through open windows. Coming from the south, I’d always admired the beauty and grace of falling snow, and the resultant serene and pristine landscape. My friends were native to the area, and weren’t quite as impressed. Though I could tell they secretly enjoyed it, as they made several glances out the window at the changing view.
Today would be fun and interesting, as there would be three of us stuck in the house together all day. That was Raj and Michael, the guys I’d lived with for the last year and a half. Our other roommate, Nicole, had driven home to her parents house the night before, leaving me alone with the guys.
My thoughts, along with my cereal eating, was interrupted by an object hitting me in the back of the head. I knew Mike was the culprit, as he was standing in the kitchen behind me, and the object was a piece of stale bread.
“When are you baking bread, Wifey?” Michael shouted at me. It was a game we often played where I demanded “husbandly” things of him, like changing my oil, or taking out the trash. He teased me back, insisting I do “wifely” chores around the house.
I snatched up the bread, while simultaneously turning around and yelling, “as soon as you shovel my sidewalk, hubby!” Hubby was accentuated by me throwing the bread back at his face. It was rolled into a nice dough ball by the time I chucked it, and it hit him squarely between the eyes.
He stood stunned for several moments, before finally bursting into action. By the time he rounded the corner and made his way to me, I still hadn’t quite processed that he’d moved. Shockingly, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Before I could even protest, I was being deposited onto the couch next to a surprised Raj.
The onslaught of tickles began before I was in any frame of mind to put up a fight. As I giggled uncontrollably, my underthighs and underarms being hysterically handled, I realized that my assailant was not only Mike, but the tickle assault was coming from above my head as well. What the! Since when did Raj interact in any way that wasn’t motivated by his MIT success?
I continued laughing hysterically as not one, but two men tickled me. Above my own laughter I could hear Mike’s hardy chuckle, and Raj’s musical one.
With one hand I worked to fend off Mike’s over-sized fingers, and with the other I pushed at Raj’s smaller ones. My clothes were being gradually pushed aside to, so that the underside of my breasts became exposed.
Exhaustedly laughing, I struggled to hold onto some semblance of modesty, and to stop the endless skin titillation. It was no use. Not only was I stuck being tickled, I was also becoming very aroused. Tickling had always done that to me.
Before I could stop myself, my thighs parted further, and my hips began a slow back and forth movement.
Mike’s movements slowed, and his gaze flew to my pubic area. He then looked at my face, a look of surprised speculation on his.
Raj’s hands stilled also. A sudden draft alerted me that my top was up even further than before, and my breasts were exposed to the room, and to the two men. The knowledge had me conflicted, and I was stuck somewhere between embarrassment and erotic arousal.
Just then, Mike’s hands settled onto my thighs, his thumbs swirling lightly over the insides, feathering soft sensual circles. My hips involuntarily jutted forward again, and my arousal became even stronger.
Mike looked from my face to my exposed breasts, and then back to where my mound was nearly visible, outlined in my short, thin pajama shorts.
“May I?” He asked hoarsely, nodding at where his view had just been. I lifted my hips, giving him the go ahead. He wasted no time pulling my shorts down the length of my lifted legs.
“Mmmmmmm, I can smell you. You smell so good!” He complimented, moving his face closer, and taking a heavy whiff of my offering scent.
I lifted my bottom again, placing myself into his eager mouth. He devoured me, as I moved against him.
Though my eyes were closed, enjoying the waves of pleasure he created, I knew that Raj continued to sit on the couch next to me. His hand was in my hair, stroking it, and caressing my scalp. I sneaked a peek, and saw that he stroked his own erection as he watched Mike eat me out.
My hands had rested on the back of Mike’s head, applying pressure, or pulling hair, guiding him to lick harder, or swirl bigger. But seeing Raj enjoy the show gave me instant courage, melting any remaining shame away.
I reached for Raj’s closest hand, placing it on my exposed breast. He was hesitant at first, but after I began massaging my free breast and nipple, he followed my example, instantly driving up my already heightened pleasure.
I could feel Mike shift, and realized he was watching us. His oral treat paused, until I pushed his face back into my core, holding it in place with a squeeze of my thighs.
With a renewed vigor, he suckled me. With a few small circuits of his tongue more, I exploded, orgasming against his mouth. Involuntarily, my back arched up, and off of the couch. His mouth remained affixed to me, and I could feel the swirling massage that he continued. Between that, and Raj fondling my nipples, the pleasured pressure was swiftly rebuilding, and quickly overwhelming my senses.
“It’s too much,” I cried out, pushing against his head, as my hips frantically bucked against him. I needed him to stop, but needed to dispel some of the pent up pressure.
He pulled back, but then stuck out his tongue, swiping my lips one more time.
With a shudder of pleasure, I moaned, jacking up once more, before settling back against Raj. My hips continued to move up and down as if looking for an outlet for the intensity of what they were feeling.
Mike was rubbing the front of his pajama bottoms. I watched the slow rhythmic way he stroked himself, and became turned on further.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, wanting him to fill me with what he was stroking.
He jumped up, wasting no time in moving towards his bedroom in order to retrieve a rubber. This left Raj and I alone; both of us bare from the waist down.
“I’ve never been with a white woman,” he said shyly, though his hand remained on my breast.
I knew from past conversations that his mother forbade it, but he seemed so regretful in his statement. I turned over to give myself a better view of where he stroked himself.
“May I?” I asked gesturing towards his cock with a nod of my chin. He became very still, as if unsure of what he wanted.
I was on my hands and knees and shifted my weight, resting on my calves to give him more space. I felt Mike’s presence, just as he pulled me backwards, pivoting me, he positioned me over the back of the couch.
“You ready for me, Laney?” He asked, as he pushed my thighs apart with his, placing the head of his penis just outside my entrance.
I pushed my bottom into him, causing myself to be exquisitely impaled by his shaft. He then picked up the pace, riding me faster and harder.
My moans filled the room, accentuated by his, with each deeper thrust.
A quick look at Raj told me he was still enjoying the show. He continued to stroke himself, his brown shaft gleaming from whatever fluids were collecting there. Watching him stroke himself while he watched us was a much bigger turn on than I’d have thought possible, but likely it contributed to me experiencing my next orgasm. I screamed my pleasure loudly, and it echoed around the large room.
Sated, I lay still as Mike continued plowing into me from behind. After my orgasm, I’d continued watching Raj, ready to see the evidence of his excitement exploding from his shaft.
Eventually, Mike slowed his plunges. A quick look told me he was watching me watch Raj.
“You want to do that?” He asked. I could feel from where he was lodged inside me that he motioned to Raj.
Raj’s eyes shot to mine. Releasing himself, he motioned for me to do what I wanted.
In a split second, I felt both a deep shame, and profound pleasure at what I had in mind. Would having two men at once make me a whore? I’d often dared to fantasize about it, but only in the most secret confines of my mind. I never dared to share that desire with even the most intimate of my girlfriends. I battled with myself over this intriguing situation a split second more.
But then suddenly, my mind swung the other way. Men were openly with two women all the time. Why should it be so dirty for a woman to enjoy the same thing.
My decision made, I moved slightly toward Raj. “You sure?” I asked, needing to know he consented to what I had in mind.
He nodded and repositioned himself, opening his legs and shifting closer to me.
Shooting forward, I took him in my mouth. Mike resumed taking me from behind. The feel of them both filling me was both highly intense, and insanely erotic. As Mike rode me, he pushed Raj further down my throat.
My moans were muffled by Raj, allowing me to hear the cries of pleasure from both men as they each inhabited different areas of me. It was just as I’d always hoped it would be, though the mechanics of needing to breathe had me repositioning often. That shifting did nothing to decrease the pleasure I felt from joning with both of these men at once.
We all moved against each other, until Mike’s movements became faster. Suddenly, he gripped my hips tighter and surged more frantically back and forth.
Raj gripped the back of my head, as he rode out his own erotic dance.
We three moved back and forth into each other for several more moments, until with a final burst, Mike achieved his orgasm, before coming to a stop, resting over my back. His deep shuddering breaths told me he was in a state of ecstasy.
To finish what I’d started with Raj, I pushed Mike to the side. I so eagerly wanted to bring him to orgasm. Pulling back so that his cock dislodged from my throat, I paid his head extra attention, circling it with the top of my tongue. His excited moans told me he enjoyed my technique.
Shifting my weight back to my haunches, I began stroking his shaft while lightly stroking his balls. His head I continued to circle with the tip of my tongue.
Continuing my ministrations, Raj began moaning even louder, and I knew he must be close to climax. Suckling more of his tip into my mouth, I increased pressure. I could feel his cock surging, and held onto it more firmly in my lips.
Suddenly, Raj arched, pushing him deeper. He exploded into my mouth, gripping my lose hairs. After thrusting back and forth a few more times, he eventually came to a rest, before pulling me into his lap.
Mike soon joined us, pulling my legs to drape them across his lap, and resting his head against my breast.
Raj’s arms settled loosely around me, but his hand made its way between my legs. I enjoyed the way he lightly fondled me there.
The three of us lay intimately tangled up in each other for a while. Luckily, the two men had been best friends since childhood. The moment was so serene, unencumbered by unnecessary tension or stress. that It was one of the most calm and relaxiing thing I’d ever experienced.