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 Spring Break...  A Threesome To Remember !





   It was two years ago, during my first Spring Break in Daytona Beach.  I
couldn't get over all the hard-bodied men I was encountering.  The first
four nights of the week my friends and I had done just about every bar on
the strip, and we were pretty partied out.

   We decided to mix a few drinks in our room and take in everything from
the safety of our patio overlooking the deck at HoJo's.  The evening's
antics had just gotten off to a popular start with a wet T-shirt contest,
when there was a knock on our door.  I went to answer it.

   Standing in front of me were two incredibly gorgeous men holding a video
camera.  I hadn't seen them before and wondered if I had invited them over
while I sat annebriated in Point Break the night before.  Maybe they had
been invited to the party across the hall and gotten the room numbers mixed
up, we'd already had several people ask directions since a fair amount of
the number plates had been ripped from the doors.

   "Can I help you?" I asked, thinking of all the different ways I'd like
to do that.

   "Yeah," said the taller of the two, "my name is Justin and this is my
friend Brent.  We were wondering if we could borrow your patio for a little
while.  Our other buddy won the Mr.  Daytona Contest this morning, and one
of his prizes was dousing the ladies in the wet T-shirt contest tonight. 
We could get a perfect view from there."

   He flashed me a million dollar smile that made my knees weak.  I almost
spilled my drink.

   "What do I get in return?  I asked in a deep, sexy voice, licking my
lips.  Justin looked at Brent and then back at me.

   "I'm sure we can think of something."

   "I'm sure we can," I whispered and stepped aside allowing them to come
in.

   As it turned out, my girlfriends didn't have the will power to avoid the
strip, and before too long I was alone with these two gods.  I sat back
staring at them, sipping my fifth or sixth drink.  Justin, the more
handsome of the two, stood about 6'4", with long curly black hair and
flashing emerald eyes.  His body rippled in muscles under his deeply-tanned
skin, and all either of them wore was a pair of faded Levi cut-offs.

   Brent was breathtaking as well with chin-length, sun-bleached hair and
riveting blue-violet eyes.  He wasn't quite as muscular as his friend, but
you could still tell he took very good care of his body.  The gears of my
mind grinded as I thought of grinding between both of them...  although I'd
never experienced a threesome.  I sighed and Justin turned to look at me.

   "You've become awfully quiet all of a sudden.  That's scary." I smiled.
"When I drink I do become quite the chatterbox", I said back.

   "Oh really?" he said.

   "Why is that scary?" I asked.

   "Because you're a sexy little redhead with a mischievous twinkle in
those big green eyes.  That's why.  Men have to watch out for women like
you," he whispered as he walked over to the bed.

   "Well, I happen to think men love women like me, because we're
adventurous and bold." I sat my drink aside and leaned forward to unzip his
shorts.  His eyes widened, and he looked as though he might stop me, but he
didn't.  Just then Brent came back in from the patio.

   "Well Jeff's twenty minutes of fame have come and gone," he said.  When
he found me undressing his friend, he got a bit nervous and asked if he
should leave.

   "No," I said grinning, "I want to play with both of you."

   "Wow," he breathed, "I'll be right there!" I lost track of him though as
I removed my bikini top, allowing my large breasts to spill forward.  Then
I bravely removed my shorts.

   Justin helped me remove his boxers, and his cock sprang out at me.  I
inhaled sharply, commenting on his endowment.  He must have been at least
ten inches, maybe more.  I grasped the base of his cock and tickled his
balls as I guided the monster to my mouth.  He shuddered as I snaked my
expert tongue around the enormous head.

   Slowly, deliberately, I worked my tongue up and down his hard shaft,
taking the time to lick his balls and tease his ass.  I nibbled at the lips
of his large cum slit, and he tensed.  I sucked harder, flattening my
tongue and working the underside of his cock.  I took him as deep as I
could without suffocating, and prepared myself for his flood of cum when he
stepped back and took a deep breath.

   "I don't want to cum yet," he smiled.  Then suddenly, before me stood
Brent in all his naked glory.  He also had a dick to be proud of, and he
moved forward placing the ozzing tip to my lips.  Before I realized what
was happening Justin was kneeling before me, spreading my legs to expose my
slick, swollen pussy lips.  By this time the alcohol and sudden excitement
had me quite stimulated, and my honey well was bubbling over.

   "Oh what a pretty little pussy," he breathed over my bare skin, and then
his tongue was dancing circles on my stiff swollen clit.

   "Heaven right here on earth!" I thought as the two studs manipulated my
mouth and cunt.  If I had died that night I would have died a very happy
woman.

   When his breath became uneven and labored, Brent deprived me of his
cock. He collected himself and sat on the other bed and stroked himself
slowly as his friend brought me to one of the most intense orgasms of my
life.

   I moaned loudly and thrashed as my first cum racked my body.  My juices
flowed into Justin's mouth, and he lapped at me hungrily before bringing
his lips to mine.  He kissed me deeply, passionately, and as our tongues
dueled (his coated in my essence), I almost came again.

   Gently lying me back, Justin positioned his swollen purple head between
my lips.  He entered me slowly and I clutched his shoulders.  Brent,
witnessing my frenzy, leaned over and covered my mouth with his.  My moans
were lost within our kiss as Justin's incredible cock penetrated me to the
core of passion.  It didn't take me long to get accustomed to his huge
member stretching me, and I began meeting his powerful thrusts with those
of my own.

   Brent began to pay special attention to my breasts, massaging them,
flicking my huge nipples with his tongue.  He mumbled on and on about how
gorgeous they were.  He told me he wanted his cock between them.  That gave
me an idea.

   I stopped them both and they looked at me like two little boys who had
their candy stolen on Halloween.  I made Justin lie on his back and hold
his throbbing cock up for me.  I eased myself onto him with my back to his
face.  Then, I had Brent kneel in front of me on the bed.  I grabbed his
cock and wiped the head in my cleavage, lubricating the valley with his
thick, sweet pre-cum.  I held my tits together for him and he slid his cock
in between the pendoulous mounds of my flesh.  He sighed, and a huge smile
crossed his face.  He closed his eyes and threw back his head in extasy.

   I gripped Justin's cock with my cunt muscles and rode him for all he was
worth.  Together the three of us attained a perfect rhythm as I fucked
Justin, and Brent titty-fucked me.  After about ten minutes I felt another
killer orgasm building, so I moved Brent's strong hands to hold my tits
around his cock and I reached down to tickle Justin's balls and ass while I
played with my clit.  My moans mounted to a fevered pitch and I cried, "Oh
Jesus I'm going to cum!  Cum with me both of you, cum with me!"

   My words tripped their triggers, and Justin grabbed me by the waist and
thrust himself as far up inside me as my flesh would allow.  I could feel
the wonderous contractions begin deep within my belly...  and engulf my
whole body in undescribable sensation.

   Brent gasped and backed up, pointed his spurting cock at my huge pink
nipples.  His cum dripped from my tits as Justin's cock erupted deep inside
of me.  The force of his hot load caused me to cum again, and it felt as
though the pleasure would never end.

   Finally, spent, the three of us collapsed on the bed together from sheer
exhaustions.  When he finally caught his breath, Justin said, "Well, I
think that was a pretty even trade.  We should have captured this on film
instead of Jeff."

   "Mmmm!  A much better souvenir than Jeff dumping water on some bimbos
downstairs." He laughed and I missed the looks the two men exchanged.

   The three of us stayed there talking and laughing for another hour or
so, then Brent and Justin got dressed, leaving hesitantly.  I anxiously
awaited the arrival of my roommates so I could spin my wild tale.  When I
did tell them at six o'clock that morning, they didn't believe me.

   Six weeks later I recieved a strange package in the mail.  I opened it
to find a video tape, my student I.D., and a note.  The note read:

   This did make a much better souvenir than

   the wet T-shirt contest!  Don't worry, this

   is just between us three forever.  Maybe

   we'll see you again next year...



   Lustfully yours,

   Brent and Justin

   Regretfully, I never did see them again, but I still pop that tape in
every now and then for a little self-stimulation.