All Three at Once

Three 16-year-old males desperately want to lose their virginity. They approach the sluttiest girl at their school to help them. She suggests a sexy foursome!

Part One

We figured we had nothing to lose by simply asking her.

The “we” in the above sentence were my two friends, Colson O’Neill and Matt Carpenter, and myself. My name is Andrew Amherst. My longtime nickname was and still is “Double A” because of my initials. We were all 16 in the spring of 1986 and classmates at a high school in a suburban community of about 35,000 residents in the midwestern United States. Typical of our demographic, we were horny teenagers who desperately wanted to get laid.

The “her” in that first sentence was Corina St. Paul, a girl who was two years younger than we were. Despite her youthful age of 14, she had gained the widespread reputation of being the easiest female to bed in the county—perhaps the whole state. Corina was not especially pretty or well endowed, but her ready compliance to have sex with any high school boy who asked for the privilege had made her very popular since she entered middle school. The scuttlebutt was that Corina was a nymphomaniac who thought nothing at all about changing sex partners as often as a typical male would change his socks. It was jokingly said that if you graduated high school without having bedded Corina St. Paul, you simply weren’t trying very hard.

In 1986, VCRs were becoming common household entertainment items. Not surprisingly, porn videos became enormously popular with males 12 and older. Of course, there were laws that restricted vendors selling and renting them to customers who were at least 18, but Colson’s 20-year-old brother, Vinny, had acquired an extensive personal library of skin flicks via mail order in a little over a year since he’d bought a VCR. I thought it was amusing that he had no mainstream movies on video cassette whatsoever—only pornographic ones.

Vinny was a good guy. He often allowed Colson to invite his friends to his house to watch the growing collection of cinematic masterpieces. Sometimes Vinny joined us, too, but typically he did not. On those times he didn’t join us for the screenings, Vinny would give us two simple instructions he expected us to follow. The first was, “Rewind the videotape when you come to the end of a movie and return it back to its proper place on the shelf.” That was common courtesy. The second instruction was more practical and hygienic: “If you can’t control yourselves and decide to jerk off when you are watching an especially hot movie, try not to come on the furniture. Please use paper towels to catch your cum shot.” Vinny wasn’t joking. Beside the shelves where his cassettes were kept in alphabetical order, there were rolls of paper towels and a bottle of lube. I assumed that Vinny was sagely talking from experience.

I’ll never forget the first time I went to Colson’s house with Matt for an afternoon of viewing porn flicks. I, of course, at age 15, had frequently seen pornography in magazines. Even the slightest views of nude females immediately got me aroused. Watching a genuine porno movie in a private home—which could only be done in a seedy theater until the advent of VCRs—really made me horny. Forty years later I can still recall the title of the first movie of Vinny’s that Colson put into the machine: Talk Dirty to Me, Part 2. (Oddly, Vinny only possessed the sequel, but not the original movie.) It had arrived by courier that same day, so Colson hadn’t seen it yet. Its male star was John Leslie, a passable actor who was fairly well endowed. However, the female lead, Bridgette Monet, was stunningly gorgeous. I had a full erection while she was still clothed. So did both Colson and Matt. My rising dick confined by my blue jeans was becoming painful. I risked being laughed at when I requested permission to use Vinny’s lube and paper towels to relieve myself. Surprisingly, neither Matt nor Colson laughed at me.

“Hey, that’s a damn good idea, Andrew!” Colson said. Matt agreed with him, saying, “I was just about to ask for the same favor, Double A.”

Thus, three 15-year-old boys with full erections all merrily masturbated to the erotic sight of John Leslie vigorously fucking the shapely Bridget Monet and coming all over her lovely, luscious tits. Of course, Mr. Leslie, being a veteran pro at his job, lasted longer before ejaculating than any of the three of us did. It was initially embarrassing, but eventually the three of us all laughed about our quick reaction time. Three porn flicks later, we all agreed that while watching dirty movies was a fun activity, we desperately needed to experience the real thing in person. Our virginity had to vanish as soon as possible!

Part Two

Corina St. Paul came to mind immediately as the logical female to approach for sexual favors with no strings attached. She was a freshman in high school now so she was easily approachable for us. We figured Saturday would be a great day for all three of us to sample Corina's charms as so many male schoolmates of ours had done before. Matt would have his house to himself as his parents and little sister would be out of town visiting relatives, so our act of debauchery could take place there without any fears of interruption.

The three of us mustered the courage to approach Corina at her locker on Monday afternoon immediately after school had been dismissed. (We all knew where it was located, which amused me.) I was nominated as our spokesman because I allegedly had a persuasive way with words. While that may have been true, I had zero experience in trying to coerce a famously slutty girl to have a romp with me, much less three people. Still, I took a deep breath and gave it my best shot. Honestly, what did I have to lose? I introduced myself and my two randy buddies to Corina because she had no idea who we were. (In fairness, she was known to us only by her sordid reputation as an easy lay.) I tactfully said, "Corina, the three of us all have libertarian outlooks on life." I could tell by her blank facial expression that she had no idea what the adjective “libertarian” meant. Nevertheless, I continued my task undaunted. "That means we firmly believe it is perfectly okay to do whatever you like as long as it doesn't harm anyone else. We understand you are a liberated girl who enjoys having sex with high school boys very much. We all think that's wonderful. If you are interested, we'd all love to have sex with you, one at a time, on Saturday night at Matt's place. No one besides the four of us will be there. We'd gladly treat you to dinner somewhere beforehand as a goodwill gesture. What do you think?"

I honestly waited to be slapped across the face for suggesting such a lusty thing to a teenage girl, but that didn't happen. Instead, Corina warmly smiled at me and asked if she could pick the restaurant! It was a tacit acceptance! I was tempted to jump for joy, but I somehow maintained a stolid disposition. That took a great deal of self-control under the circumstances.

"Of course, you can. You can choose any eatery you like!" I happily informed her.

Corina chose a popular, mom-and-pop diner that was located in a strip mall not far from our school. It was also only about a five-minute walk from Matt's home. It was an ideal location considering that none of us had a driver's license yet, never mind access to a car. We decided we'd all meet outside the diner at 6 p.m. on Saturday. I said I'd reserve a table for four for us in advance the moment I got home. Corina thanked me—imagine that!—said goodbye to us individually, and then went on her way to who-knows-where. What she had agreed to do six days hence was obviously no big deal to her.

The three of us said nothing to each other for the longest time, seemingly frozen. We stood there basically in disbelief secure in the knowledge that we'd each be riding Corina in five days. Matt finally high-fived me and declared, "Great job, Double A. That was a very impressive display of smooth talking." That seemed to be the appropriate response to break the ice. All three of us high-fived each other with gusto and broke into broad smiles and joyous laughter at our shared good fortune. Needless to say, Saturday could not come fast enough for us.

Part Three

The final four school days of that week seemed interminably slow to us. We spent our lunch periods in tremendous anticipation for Saturday at 6 p.m. On Thursday, for no particular reason, between bites of a ham sandwich, Matt suggested a possible horrible outcome to Colson and me. He asked the two of us, “What happens if we get stood up on Saturday? You know, what if Corina doesn’t show up at the diner at 6 p.m.?”

Colson was angry at the entire premise. “Now why would you say such a thing?” he said with a raised, excited voice. “Are you trying to jinx us, Matt?”

“No,” Matt responded calmly. “I just wanted to know what we’d do if that happened. It could happen, you know.”

Being the most practical of the three of us, I suggested the obvious. “I guess our reservation for four would be narrowed to three. We’d enjoy a nice meal together. Then we’d adjourn to Matt’s empty house, think fond thoughts of Bridgette Monet in her birthday suit, and jerk off.”

Colson didn’t like that idea at all. “No way will I be jerking off to some crummy fantasy on Saturday after we’ve been promised a real live girl to screw!” he stated. “I’m going to make sure Corina is definitely coming to the diner and then to Matt’s house on Saturday night just as she promised us on Monday. I’m not going to get charged up for nothing.” Clearly, Colson was already charged up just over the mere possibility of an unexpected cancellation. Accordingly, after school we watched him from a distance march straight to Corina’s locker once the final bell of the day rang. After a few words were exchanged, Colson turned to us and flashed the thumbs-up sign. Corina turned to us and did one better: She made a circle with the index finger and thumb of her left hand and inserted the middle finger of her right hand inside it half a dozen times. It was, I suppose, the unofficial international sign language for fucking. She laughed and waved at us when she had finished. Now there was no doubt that Corina St. Paul would be at the appointed destinations on Saturday.

When Saturday finally dawned, Colson, Matt and I arrived at Murray’s Old-Fashioned Diner at various times between 5:40 and 5:50 p.m. Corina arrived precisely at 5:52:16. I knew the exact minute and second because I had been staring at my digital watch intermittently for 90 minutes. The three of us all exhaled loudly out of general relief. On some level I suppose we all feared that Corina still might be a no-show despite the sexy signal she had flashed to us at school on Thursday afternoon.

Our meal at the diner turned out to be both delicious and quite fun. We chatted about numerous topics. Corina, being two years younger than we were, didn’t have a lot of worldly interests yet, so the topics were generally restricted to music, new movies, TV programs and similar pop culture things. Corina exploited our generosity by ordering a ribeye steak dinner, a large vanilla milkshake, and a piece of cherry cheesecake for dessert. She had quite an appetite for someone who was small in stature! We got four separate checks, but I said I’d cover Corina’s tab for the sake of simplicity. My two male cohorts could settle their fair shares of Corina’s dinner with me afterward. As for the horny gentlemen seated at the table, we all favored the hot roast beef sandwich platter which the diner was famous for serving.

When the bill was paid and our waitressed tipped, we all headed the short distance to Matt’s house. Not only had Corina never been inside it, neither had Colson nor I.

“Lead the way, Matt!” Corina said. “I can hardly wait to start!” Wow! Corina was at least as anxious to begin the fucking as we were.

When we were about half a block from our destination, Corina asked an important question. Embarrassingly, we hadn’t thought about it at all before this moment. “Who is going to have sex first with me?” She added, “It doesn’t really matter much to me.”

Matt made an impromptu suggestion when he realized that neither Corson nor I was in a hurry to answer her. He shrugged his shoulders and uttered, “I guess we could cut cards or do something similar to determine the screwing order.”

“I have a better idea!” Corina said. “Why don’t I service all three of you at once? That sounds like fun. Especially since you three guys are all very nice boys. I guess it would be considered a foursome with a 3:1 boy-girl ratio.”

“Yes, Corina, I guess it would!” I concurred.

“What a fabulous idea, Corina!” Matt exclaimed.

“We should have thought of that ourselves!” Colson stated. With that problem definitely solved to everyone’s satisfaction, all four of us increased the speed of our gait and virtually jogged the last 50 yards to Matt’s house.

Part Four

We all made a beeline to Matt’s parents’ bedroom, at his instruction, because it contained an enormous canopy bed. Of course, he had to lead the way. I had never seen a bed that size before, even in a luxury hotel suite. Now that four of us would occupy it simultaneously, I was glad it was available for us.

“Before we get started with our screwing foursome, I want to do something first,” Corina informed us. “I want to passionately kiss all three of you for organizing this little, intimate party. Our dinner at the diner was lovely as well. I think everything has been great, so far. I’ll start with you, Andrew.”

I was happy to be the leadoff hitter in the kissing lineup. Corina and I sat on a corner of the huge bed. She actually placed herself on my lap and gave me a truly wonderful, passionate buss that I did not want to end. After about 90 seconds, Colson suggested aloud that my time had expired. I dismissively waved my hand at him and quit on my own terms some 30 seconds later. Colson got the same treatment from Corina, and so did Matt.

Matt accurately commented, “Corina, if you fuck anywhere near as well as you kiss, you’ll have three very happy guys in that huge bed with you!”

Corina giggled at the compliment and said, “Screwing is one of my best talents, so I hope I really do please all three of you. Let’s begin right now!”

The three males in the room all disrobed in under a minute. Unlike us, Corina made a bit of a show of undressing. We did not object at all. However, when she got down to her bra and panties, she stopped and wandered around the room for a moment to see how anxious we were. The answer, she promptly found out, was extremely anxious. We all followed Corina to a narrow area between the bed and the wall.

“Corina,” I told her, “you can’t possibly understand how much the three of us have nervously waited for this opportunity to have a fuck with you since Monday. Get on the bed this moment so we can ravish you! I said that with a laugh just to show her I was a kidder and not a rapist.

“Since you’re in such a hurry, Andrew, you can fuck my pussy first,” Corina announced. “You seem more than ready to do that.” She pointed at my fully erect dick which was standing tall and proud. I was so infatuated with the seminude girl in the bedroom that I hadn’t realized what was happening to my body. I was basically a loaded gun ready to go off.

“Deal!” I said. I put my arms around her, lifted Corina off the ground, and playfully dropped her onto the center of the bed from a height of perhaps two feet. Matt and Colson joined me in removing the last two articles of clothing on Corina’s sexy body. Just by chance, my two buddies ended up caressing Corina’s cute breasts. I ended up fondling her pussy, which I thought was a bit hairy for a 14-year-old girl. Then I remembered that most of the porn actresses I had been watching shaved their vaginas routinely. Apparently, bald pussies were what the viewers wanted and expected to see in today’s skin flicks. We all basically maintained those positions. I would be busily fucking Corina’s bush, while my friends had her tits and mouth to occupy them.

I didn’t want to screw Corina quickly for fear of ejaculating inside of a minute—which was a real possibility considering how sexually excited I was. I began to lick her vagina as my opening maneuver. Of course, this was all new to me. I had heard various contradictory things, so I had no true expectations of what Corina’s teenage pussy would taste like. I quickly found out. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. The baseline flavor, if I had to describe it, was subtly earthy. Think of the natural taste of clean skin but heightened by moisture and warmth. Regardless of what I thought of Corina’s vagina, my active tongue was doing wonders for the star attraction of the foursome. She was wriggling her body in delight while simultaneously giving hand jobs to my two friend who were kneeling on each side of her. When Corina upped the ante to blowjobs, alternating from Colson to Matt every 20 seconds or so, I figured the time was ripe to enter her vagina with my throbbing penis.

I removed my face from Corina’s appealingly wet vagina and shoved my dick into her. I think she wanted to moan, but she already had her mouth full of Matt. Considering my utter inexperience in carnal activities, I thought I fared quite well. By my estimation, I lasted about five full minutes thrusting my manhood in and out of this immoral cutie until I felt an unstoppable orgasm approaching.

I had planned for this occurrence. I swiftly pulled out of her and came all over her tits. This didn’t exactly please my longtime friends who each had one hand placed on Corina’s perky breasts. “Sorry, guys,” I sincerely apologized. “I wanted to give her the same climax that John Leslie gave to Bridgette Monet in our favorite porn film. I did, but John Leslie wasn’t sharing Bridgette with two other guys.”

The foursome was temporarily interrupted while all three of my bedmates washed remnants of my ejaculation from their bodies. When everyone got back onto the bed, Matt took my place on Corina’s body and I took his. My penis remained flaccid for barely a minute. It sprung back to life quickly thanks to Corina’s handiwork with her warm mouth. It felt fabulous, as did her right tit, which I happily fondled while I received fellatio in 20-second spurts. Colson was happily mimicking what I was doing. How he hadn’t come yet was a real mystery to me.

Matt must have found Corina’s pussy even more irresistible than I had. He barely lasted three minutes before losing his load. Like I did, Matt pulled out and ejaculated on Corina’s jiggly breasts. I think he intended to fire part of his load on my hand as an act of revenge. I managed to beat Matt to the punch, however, by pulling back and ejaculating a second time onto Corina’s treasure chest. Both our ejaculations struck her at the same place at about the same time. We couldn’t have planned it any better had we tried. Corina’s breasts were sexily drenched in two guys’ cum. It was a scene that would have been special in any of the porno movies I’d seen so far. Matt seemed thrilled by it all. He high-fived me to celebrate.

“I guess I’m next to screw Corina!” said Colson who hadn’t come even once yet. Matt started to praise him for his stamina and his remarkable ability to hold back Mother Nature. He barely began to talk when Colson, who had only been inside Corina for a few seconds, pulled out and added his jism to the piles and pools already forming on our female bedmate’s torso. Because of my male ego, I hated to admit it, but Colson’s large cum shot outclassed any of the three that Matt and I had combined to fire. Not long afterward, Matt came a second time, thanks to Corina’s oral skills. He could have—and probably should have—ejaculated in her mouth, but he added his semen to the growing collection on and around Corina’s tits. Colson’s prodigious blast must have gassed him. He never did come a second time that night.
Corina remained mostly silent. “I need a shower for sure!” she said and hustled off to the bathroom to do just that. While she was absent, the high-fives between us tired three males did not stop. We all agreed this was the greatest experience of our lives, and we’d eagerly seek more of them wherever we could find them.

When Corina returned, she picked up where we had started the evening by romantically kissing each one of us. My hands explored her body while she kissed me. Corina’s hands gently jerked my penis. It got mildly hard, but I knew I was through for the night when it came to orgasms.

Matt gentlemanly suggested that we should combine our efforts to please Corina however she wanted to be pleased because she had done such a wonderful job on us. Corina said she simply wanted to be held, kissed and caressed. I thought that was charming. We all found a suitable and unoccupied spot somewhere on her sexy 14-year-old body to do just that until the clock struck ten. At that point, the three visitors decided we needed to head back to our respective homes.

As Colson, Corina and I were about to head out onto the dark street, Corina stopped for a moment to ask Matt, “When do your parents and sister get home from their trip?”

“Oh, I suppose they’ll be here no earlier than 7 p.m. tomorrow, perhaps even close to midnight depending on traffic and other things they can’t control.”

Corina surprised us by noting, “Guys, I have nothing at all on my schedule for tomorrow. If you like, I could come by some time around noon for another foursome with you. Tonight’s activities were even more fun than I had anticipated.”

Although the three of us had tentatively planned to watch some sporting events on TV together for most of Sunday, we all quickly announced that we had absolutely nothing to do, either. It was quite a remarkable coincidence!