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This story contains:
Pegging (Strap-on sex), Anal, Threesome

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A Bit of Grey 2

      So, another story about Grey.  Which means it's about me.  
I got a lot of goodcomments from the last one, and some emails 
asking about other personal experiences.  Well, if there is one 
thing I like, it’s telling stories about sex, and some of my
favorites are the ones I am in – those are real and most are
my most treasured memories, so it works out well.  The last
story I told about the first time I fucked a girl up her
butt.  This time, I’ll tell about me taking it up the ass
from a girl.  This is not my first time, that’s a different
story.  This is just the best time.

      This story begins in college – as most of my stories
do since I am not long from college and didn’t get much in
before starting at the university.  This was a very informal
relationship.  Her name, for the purpose of this story, was
Kim; we were completely and totally booty calls.  She had a
boyfriend, or something like that, in some other college, or
something.  Didn't matter.  She had a totally hot roommate,
too - Liz - who knew we were only booty calls.  Kim and I
were in a few classes together and worked on some projects
together, so we hung out often and I was always over her
place because I was in a crappy dorm and she had an
apartment.

      Liz and I are both shameless flirts, so every time I
was over, we ere saying absolutely ridiculous things to each
other.  We had a running game of chicken going for a while.
I'd be walking around in my boxers, and she'd say I should
put some pants on before she ripped off my underwear and did
me on the floor.  I, of course, would then offer to make it
easier on her and take my boxers off.  This is where chicken
started - she began to teasingly tell me to do so, and then
I would teasingly reach for them.

      One time she immediately left the room.  The next time
she just gave me an expecting look, and I left.  The next
time however, I yanked them right down, and she fled.  The
next time (notice how often we played this game - I
purposely walked around that place in underwear just to
initiate it) she stood her ground and just checked out the
equipment.  After getting a look at my rear, she used one of
the lines I often said to her back at me "Mmmm, I'd like to
fuck that ass."  (See?  Shameless flirts, we were!)

      I bent over a little, gave a wiggle, and said she was
welcome to it.  She gave me a playful spank and left the
room.  I always knew she wasn't serious about doing me on
the floor, but I never expected us to get that far.  And now
I was winning.

      The next week, I was out with Kim having dinner.  Like
I said, we hung out, but there was absolutely no
relationship - just friends with benefits.  And that worked
very well for us.  Anyway, Kim told me that Liz told her
about the flashing, and I merely grinned.  Apparently Liz
kept bringing it up and asking about me and anal.  Now Kim
was in no way into anal penetration and didn't much like
touching me back there, but she knew what I liked.  I'm not
shy about that and told Kim from the beginning what I liked.
And she was not shy about sharing that info with Liz.  She
hit me with a big one, then.  "I think Liz does want to fuck
you up the ass.  She just keeps talking about it."

      Surreal, to say the least, but I knew Liz and Kim were
very open about sex with each other - they had been friends
and roommates for a few years, and were never shy about
saying "Don't be around tonight, I'm having a guy over."
One of my crowning achievements at this point had been
getting the two drunk enough to grind all over each other
and make out for a while at a party.  I had been trying to
get the full threesome, but had not succeeded.  Usually they
just shrugged and said “Nah” - like they were teasing me
with it.  Like they were not actually against it, they just
did not want to give in to me and do it.

      I asked Kim about how she felt about that.  She
shrugged.  "You ain't my boyfriend.  Do what you want."  She
knew I would definitely tell Liz I was in if Liz was
serious.

      Kim and I ended up going to a party later that night,
having just finished a decent chunk of a report we were
working on - why we were having dinner together in the first
place: finishing touches on our project.  Being the
celebration it was for completing our work, we both got
pretty drunk - shots, it's always shots; nothing less gets
me sloshed like that.  Liz was there with us, but not nearly
as trashed as the two of us, just a bit buzzed.  I was
shooting with both of them, and they only did one or two
together – and when they did shots together, I needed to do
two shows.  So, I doubled both of their totals.  Sloshed!

      The three of us walked back to their apartment, which
was no short walk.  When we left, Liz was support both me
and Kim, which is quite the feat, cause I'm not a small guy.
By the time we got there, I was able to walk on my own - not
straight, but upright – and support Kim.  God, she was
trying to sing some damned song - she was trashed; it
sounded horrible!

      At the time, I had figured I was just taking them home
and then walking back to my dorm - but Kim told me it was
important that I stay and keep celebrating, so I did.  We
stayed up another few hours; we ordered a pizza and decided
to play some drinking game to a movie.  Kim and I were
drinking White Russians I think, so nothing too strong, and
it allowed us to sober some more but maintain a buzz.

      Somehow the game morphed into a stripping, kissing,
drinking game – I do that.  Everything becomes a stripping
and/or drinking game when I’m around.  I have no clue what
movie it was, none at all.  It was basically soft-core porn,
but it was a real movie you could go and rent from a store.
Not that I watched much of it.  We had a rule like, when the
main guy took off an article of clothing, so did I.  But,
unlike him, I never put it back on.  When the blond chick
took something off, Kim stripped, when the brunette did, Liz
did.  And if the blonde kissed or slept with the guy, Kim
and I kissed for the duration; Liz and I did if the brunette
did, and if anyone else kissed someone else, Kim and Liz
did.  I must have come with these rules – that is totally a
Grey rule to invent.  I have a thing for chicks making out.

      Liz and I ended up naked and Kim was in her bra.  She
chose to take her bottoms off first, which I just never
understood, but whatever.  And for some reason, I was flat-
out making out with Liz - it was a prolonged sex scene
between main guy and brunette – and her boobs where pressing
into my chest and I was feeling a little turned on.  And
then I feel a hand on my cock, which makes me jump a little
and gets me way excited.  I then feel a mouth on my cock.
Funny thing was, I could tell that the hand and the mouth
did not belong to the same person; Kim's was the only mouth
that had been unoccupied until that moment, so you can
easily tell who was doing what.

      The movie kind of escaped us at that point; Kim was
supposed to tell us when to stop kissing, but she wasn't
watching it anymore, so Liz and I kept going, and I started
to feel up her breasts while Kim was going down on me, and
Liz was jacking me off in time with Kim's bobbing head.  I
was, of course, in utter bliss, and did not want to do
anything afraid they realize what was going on and stop it.
A stupid notion – obviously they knew what was going on, but
surely you understand what I mean.

      Eventually, I remember Kim crawling into my lap and
mounting me; Liz removed her hand, but continued to make out
with me for a while as Kim bounced up and down on my cock.
Then Liz turned and kissed Kim, feeling each other up and
really making out.  That was awesome; I have a thing for
chicks feeling each other up, too. Okay, I have a ‘lesbian’
fixation.  So do a lot of guys.  I’m just typical like that.

      Soon after that, though, Liz just got up and left.  I
was a little disappointed, but hey, I still had Kim with me.
We must have switched positions soon after she left, because
Kim was on her knees, bent over the couch, and I was behind
her.  And then I felt someone moving behind me.

      Considering the point of this story and what had
happened thus far, I'm sure you can guess who it was and
what she was doing.  Liz had gone in to her bedroom, put on
her strap-on, lubed it up, and come back out.  She was
running her fingers through my ass crack, applying some lube
there, bless her heart.  I was loving it.  Kim and Liz were
giggling at the noises I was making, and I was sure that
those two had planned this out.  Maybe not everything, but
they had planned part of this.

      We tried doing it that way with Liz fucking my ass
with the strap-on while I fucked Kim from behind over the
couch, but it just wasn't working.   A little too drunk, I
guess, cause we could not get a rhythm and things just kept
popping out.  It was amazing while it lasted, sure enough,
but that was not long.

      We ended up moving to Liz's room - Liz had the bigger
bedroom with the bigger bed because Kim got the parking
spot.  Never mind - not important.  I ended up on my back on
the bed with my ass and legs in the air while Liz stood at
the edge of the bed, pounding away with her strap-on.  Kim
started by holding my legs back and sitting on my face so I
could lick her clit.  She was really turned on I think from
watching Liz fuck me, but she had no desire to do it herself
(Liz offered to let her try it).

      After a while, Kim leaned down so that we were 69ing
and started sucking me off again while Liz was fucking me. I
came pretty quick after she started sucking – I was way
turned on - but neither stopped, so I got hard again pretty
quick, and we just kept going until I came for a second time
in Kim’s mouth.

      We finished with Liz reclining against Kim who was
reclining against the head board and I was going down on Liz
until she had a great cum.  I had a great view on the two of
them, looking very sleepy and relaxed and content, cuddled
up together, Kim's hands gently caressing Liz's body.  I
have a thing for girls cuddling like that, too, by the way.
In case you hadn’t figured that out.

      Kim and I ended up going back to her room and falling
right to sleep.  No awkwardness the next day; I was glad for
that.  Liz frenched me first thing when I came out to the
living room to fetch my cloths - she was already up; Kim and
I had spent some time fooling around a bit that morning.
She thanked me, and I thanked her, and that was that.

      We never had a threesome again, sadly, despite all of
us having had a good time and my best efforts.  They just
kept up there little teasing "Nah, we don't want to right
now."

      Liz and I did hook up for a few more strap-on
sessions, but it was not regular.  It was kind of like an
unspoken thing that I was Kim's toy, so Liz and I were wary
of playing together much.  Then she got a boyfriend and we
didn't anymore.

      And then Kim got dumped her long-distance boyfriend,
so we stopped having sex.  Funny, that, huh?  Well, since
she was no longer attached, she started trying to get a real
boyfriend, and I was not that, so I was no longer needed.
We still hooked up every so often when one of us got drunk,
and horny, and desperate, but it was only a handful of times
across several semesters, so not much.

      And that is my story.  I must admit, it has been
difficult to find women who want to wear a strap-on and fuck
a guy up the ass.  I know there are plenty out there.  I
know that, were I specifically seeking it out, I could
probably find plenty of willing ladies, but it would see
that the ones I run into casually aren’t so much into it.  I
guess there is no inherit pleasure for the ladies to do so,
so unless the act itself excites them, there’s not much
reason to do it.  Ah well.