Fucking Three of My Friends

This is a follow-up to a story I wrote over a year ago, although this story took place only a few days after the last story happened. It is suggested you read that story first but if you read only this one, it should be okay, too. Enjoy!

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Was it true? Did it really happen? Everyone always wants to know, don't they? It makes it hotter, doesn't it, to know that it really happened. I guess because they think if it actually happened to someone then it could happen to them, too. Well, it can. That's all I'm gonna say about my last story. It can happen to you, too, if you want it to happen.

This story happened, too, as a result of that first time messing around with my friends, Andy, Brett and Cory. I had each of them wrapped around my finger. And they didn't even know it! They thought they could get the better of me. Especially Andy, who was the only one I did not fuck last time. Only one of them was supposed to, but I couldn't resist Cory. And if there was a "next time", I wouldn't be able to resist Andy, either.

I knew there would be a next time, though. After all, I controlled things, didn't I? It's not like any of those boys could determine if I'd get naked for them again, was there? I fucking loved it! The power of my pussy!

The next day at work I did the best I could to act nonchalant. I did not want any of the guys to feel awkward around me, even though Andy did mention he knew he was the odd one out. We went to lunch that day as usual and things appeared normal. At least for the moment. The next day was Friday and I asked them if they wanted to go to happy hour after work on Friday night. Cory had to make sure it was okay with his bitch girlfriend but the other two said all right. My plans would not work with just two of them. And I knew they were wondering what I had planned this time.

On Friday night sitting at our normal booth at the bar, Andy handed me a sheet of paper. Before I could open and read it, he said that him and Cory and Brett got together and jotted down some questions of their own. Could I win something? I asked coyly. No, but it would be fun answering their questions, I was told. Yeah, fun for who?

I slowly opened the sheet of paper and read each question. As I read each question, I pretended to get more agitated and upset. In truth, it was making me hot!!! Here is what I read on that sheet of paper verbatim:

1. What are your measurements anyway?
2. At what age did you lose your virginity?
3. We know your favorite position. What's your second most favorite?
4. When you check out guys, what do you check out first (and don't say eyes!)? What do you check out on girls (we know all you girls do that, even you Sharon!)
5. Have you watched pornos right before, during or after sex? Do you like it? Own any?
6. Handcuffs? (yea or nay)
7. Have you ever flashed anyone your tits or if not, would you ever? What about a wet t-shirt contest?
8. Do you own a dildo or vibrator? If so, how often do you use it or masturbate?
9. Ever been with another woman? If not, curious?
10. Have you ever been DP'd or would you ever? Would you consider it a fantasy?
11. If you were blindfolded and someone was going down on you and you were enjoying it, best ever, and then you took off the blindfold and found out it was another woman, how would you react?
12. What's the sexiest lingerie you own? (assuming you own any!)

Now we had only been at the bar for under fifteen minutes. I was on my second beer but after I read those questions, it gave me an idea. First, I pretended I was pissed. What the fuck guys? Am I your plaything now? To do or treat in any manner that you wish? I suppose you all don't respect me now, who knows, maybe you never did!!

I even pretended like I was about to cry and told them I was going home. Brett and especially Cory were trying to apologize and wanted me to stay. Andy, who'd given me the sheet, was stunned. He didn't know what was going on. But I was out of there. In my car driving home I was running my hand between my legs and over my jeans. Fact was, I could not wait to answer their questions.

After I was home for a half hour and prepared some things, I called Brett on his cell phone. Luckily he answered! They were still at the bar. Geez, maybe they did not feel bad at all for real. But I was too horny to turn back on my new plan. I told him to get his ass and the other two, too, to my apartment. They could not be there soon enough! I wanted to discuss some things.

My original plan for that evening was not too original. Get everyone nice and drunk before making our way back to my apartment and then suggest strip poker. I wanted to fuck each one of them tonight, starting with Andy and his monster cock! But now their list of questions was going to be the focal point of our evening! And I was going to be in control of everything, not them.

I escort bayan opened the door and was wearing those same tight jeans I did when I first wowed them. Underneath it was a simple black thong. My shirt was white and equally tight. With my bra on, the shirt was so thin that you could make out the design on my bra. I also put just a little make-up on. Upon seeing me, all the guys seemed to relax a bit. They might have thought I was going to bitch them out, but the way I was dressed did not leave much to imagination. How we'd get there would be another thing completely!

I told them to all sit down and they did so, each of them in the same spot as the last time we all convened for our little "Q