Right, upstairs slut!

“Right! upstairs slut!”, I scamper back up stairs and into my bedroom. Mother calls after me, “Lucky girl, will you have a threesome?” What will Mike think of the naked, sleeping, freshly-fucked man in my bed. How will I explain?

Mike joyfully exclaims, “Ha, you really are a slut, leaving your empties in your busy bed like an alcoholic, but a sexaholic.”

He grabs my towel, pulls it off my now nude body and throws it over his shoulder. My bedroom door is still open, but I don’t know what to say. I am powerless with lust and anticipation. With one hand he grabs by right breast and squeezes me firmly. With his other hand he slaps my bum hard. I am already wet and horny from having been fucked by Jack. So I am ready for it, but this is crude and rough.

Mike holds my bum firmly and pushes my face into the sheets beside Jack and my big breasts hanging freely below. I hear him undo him belt and drop his pants. I felt Mikes cock knocking at my entrance, my personal entrance still wet from Jack. Mike doesn't bother with foreplay. I want to get more foreplay, but he savagely pushes himself in. I want to object, but being used as an object makes me hot. I am sex personified. I am an available cunt, a filled cunt. Ohh…

Mike is banging me hard, selfishly enjoying my personal paradise. My face is rubbing roughly against the other man’s thigh, my breasts loosely banging the sheets. Now I come face to cock with Jack. I had just read a school textbook about how to give a blowjob. I might as well try it out. I try to brush my lips over his balls, but I got banged into them by Mike’s hard thrusts. So I adapt, I grab Jack’s balls gently and put his flaccid wet dick in my mouth. I suck on Jack and try to get him hard.

Mike speaks up, “Say Miss what is your name?”*

Giggle! I can’t believe it! A boy, a man, who doesn't know my name is banging me while I suck another man’s cock. There is only one thing to do now; don’t go meek. I call out, “No names, I am just a hungry cunt. I’m not nice; I don’t want or need a name.”

Mike laughs and rams me harder. Jack starts to swell in my mouth. The textbook is right, I have the power to make him hard and ready for sex; I have over their body and pleasure.

Mother comes into the room! She says, “Your door was open, so I just thought that I would bring you some refreshments. Here is lemonade and cookies. Have fun.”

She put something down and left. I freeze. What?! My mother doesn't seem to mind my **** behaviour. I know my wish made sluttishness equal to popularity, but this mess is fucking ****. I try to relax and enjoy the moment, but can’t help but worry what my mother will say to me later.

Mike groans, gives a final push of my face into Jack and slips himself out of my wet cunt. Two men have unloaded in there tonight. It is over as quickly as it started. Mike wipes his big dick on my bum and pulls up his pants. He barely mutters a “Thanks for the ride.” and is out the door and down the stairs and out the door.

* (As mentioned in the other option) This question, giggle and response is autobiographical. It was very long ago, but I just wanted to get laid. In the actual incident, the two of us were alone in my bed. I took the boy’s virginity.