I’m Joanna, and I’ve got this wild memory from my sophomore year in college that I’ve never quite shaken off. It was my first threesome, and holy shit, it was a ride I didn’t see coming. I was 19, a little curious, a lot horny, and living in this chaotic dorm where boundaries were more like suggestions. Two guys from my psych class, Matt and Ryan, were the ones who turned my boring Friday night into something straight out of a dirty fantasy.
We’d been flirting for weeks—Matt with his cocky smirk and Ryan with his quiet, intense stare. That night, we were in Matt’s dorm room, passing around a bottle of cheap vodka, laughing about nothing. The air got thick with tension, and I could feel their eyes on me, undressing me before I’d even said a word. I was wearing this tight little tank top and shorts, and when Ryan’s hand brushed my thigh, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I leaned in, and Matt took it as his cue, kissing me hard, his tongue diving into my mouth like he was starving for it.
Things escalated fast. Ryan was behind me, his hands sliding under my top, squeezing my tits while Matt kept kissing me, his fingers already tugging at my shorts. I was wet as fuck, my pussy throbbing from the sheer insanity of having two guys all over me. They stripped me down, and I was on my knees before I knew it, Matt’s cock in my face, thick and hard, while Ryan’s hands gripped my hips, pulling my ass up. I sucked Matt off, my lips stretched around him, slurping and moaning as he groaned, his hand tangled in my hair. Ryan didn’t waste time—he spread my thighs and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit so fast I thought I’d lose it right there.
Then they switched things up. Matt lay back on the bed, pulling me onto him. I straddled his cock, sliding down slow, feeling every inch stretch my tight little cunt. I was riding him, my tits bouncing, when Ryan got behind me. He lubed up—thank God for that—and teased my ass with his fingers first, making me gasp. Then he pushed in, slow but relentless, and fuck, I’d never felt so full. Matt was pounding up into my pussy, his hands gripping my waist, while Ryan fucked my ass, his cock sliding in and out with this steady, dirty rhythm. I was sandwiched between them, screaming, my body shaking as they took me from both ends. The bed was creaking like it was gonna break, and I didn’t care—I was lost in it, my clit throbbing, my holes clenching around them.
They didn’t let up. After a bit, they flipped me over. Ryan lay down, and I climbed onto his cock, reverse cowgirl style, my back against his chest, his dick deep in my pussy. Matt stood in front of me, shoving his cock in my mouth while he played with my clit, rubbing it hard. I was gagging on him, spit dripping down my chin, while Ryan thrust up into me, his hands squeezing my ass. I came so hard I saw stars, my pussy pulsing around Ryan’s cock, my whole body trembling. They weren’t done, though—Matt pulled out of my mouth and came all over my tits, hot and sticky, while Ryan kept fucking me until he groaned and filled me up, his cum dripping out as he slowed down.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap, my body buzzing, my mind blank. I felt like a fucking goddess, used in the best way possible. Matt and Ryan high-fived like idiots, and I just laughed, still catching my breath. We never talked about it after, but that night? It was the naughtiest, hottest thing I’ve ever done. I still get wet thinking about how they fucked me, how I let go and loved every second of it.
