This story dates back a little, but good memories make good stories, and good stories need to be told.
I had just turned sixteen, it was summer and I was in the middle of my hippie period. You would find me walking around barefoot and with braided hair, wearing colourful outfits. On the inside, I was rather insecure and shy, keeping to myself a lot. I had tried the “usual” stuff, going out with guys my age from school, but somehow, their hands had left me lukewarm and I was better off with my own hands and imagination.
On that particular afternoon, I was going to a band rehearsal. I didn’t know the band, but a friend of a friend had arranged the deal. The band needed somebody to do back vocals, violin and maybe flute for their recordings, and I fitted the profile. I was carrying my violin case and the bag with my different flutes, recorders and the Irish penny whistles I owned; not knowing what they wanted, I had taken everything along. I arrived at the address my friend had given me and knocked. A tall guy opened, said hi and, looking slightly surprised, added :
“I guess you are Tom?”
I answered, “No, Tom is the guy who sent me here. I’m Tara.”
“I’m Nick, and really pleased to meet you anyway – very pleased! I like Tara's much better than Tom's.”
He beckoned for me to enter. We were in a cellar that had been transformed into a place where a band could rehearse and record. It was messy, a little dark, but fun enough. I smelled pot in the air.
“Hi, Tom's arrived”, said Nick, and three other guys looked at me at standing at the entrance. I felt myself blush.
“It’s Tara,” I mumbled, while they were laughing and saying they might want to do a gender check under my skirt.
Nick put his arm around my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Tom, we’re really a nice bunch,” and then introduced me to Dave, the drummer, Dan, the keyboard player and John, the bass player. Nick himself played the guitar and was also the lead vocalist and composer of most of what they did. I felt really shy and uncomfortable, they were all so much older than me and I felt lost, constantly blushing and not knowing what to say in reply to their jokes. Nick had me sit down on a large mattress next to the table and opened a binder. Dan handed me his joint and I eagerly took it, I felt like I needed it to relax at least a little.
Nick explained to me what he was looking for. They had a total of 15 songs so far, all in a light folk rock style, and he wanted to add my instruments or vocal backings on some of their introductions, endings or fade-outs. He explained it very well and I got his idea easily. I felt that I could do what he wanted, and that made me feel a little less insecure.
And it worked perfectly well! I really liked their music, and it was easy and fun for me to play Nick’s songs the way he wanted it. I knew I was positively beaming when we had managed to record five of their songs in less than three hours. I could have gone on much longer, but all of a sudden, John put down his bass, cursed and said he’d had to run, as he was working the night shift. Dan left with him, saying he would drive John and then had work to do as well. Both of them hugged me and asked me to come back, which left me feeling even more elated. I mean, these guys – real men who were working night shifts (remember, I was still in school) - had liked what I did!
Dave looked at me and asked me to stay, so that we could listen again to the recordings and decide what else we would do. I ended up sitting between him and Nick on the matress, holding on to another joint. I felt tense again, but the weed definitely helped. Nick was really nice, telling me over and over again how impressed he was with me and liked how I sang and played.
We had finished the joint when he said, “You know, I think you should try a new instrument,”and he turned towards me, pulled me between his legs and grabbed his guitar. Dave smiled.
Nick held me loosely, his arms and hands over mine, as he showed me how to play. I was unable to do anything with his guitar which he thought was funny. Being this close to him made me feel nervous and exited at the same time. His body felt good. Dave was watching us and had cracked a joke or two. He drew a little closer and then started to caress my legs. His touch was soft, but it made my body tingle. He lifted my skirt, and that got me even more nervous. What if he didn’t like what he saw? If I was too skinny?
Dave said, “If you don’t want to continue your lesson, it’s time to tell us that you have to go home.”
I shook my head, I definitely didn’t want to leave, but again, I couldn’t think of a “cool” way to reply.
Nick took the guitar and put it on the ground next to the mattress. He started to kiss my neck, and his hands left mine and moved to my belly and then up on my breasts while Dave moved closer still and put both his hands on my legs, moving up more and more. It felt so good, but I was a little afraid, and, without really wanting to, I closed my legs.
It made him look up at me and say, “Look, if you don’t want to – “and I felt the two of them exchange a glance.
“No, I do, but...“
“But… I mean, I – “and I broke off, knowing full well that I had blushed again, all over, and probably looked very silly. Everything in me was screaming, 'Don’t stop, carry on, it feels so good!', but as usual, I was fighting with myself, trying to say the right thing and not look like an idiot. Finally, I took a deep breath and, looking into Dave’s brown eyes that were on me, I said,
“I mean, I haven’t – ever…”
Nick released me.
“You mean you haven’t done it yet, sweetie. That’s alright, we know. We’ll be nice, ok?”
As he said it, he took off my top, which made Dave whistle.
“Look at you, Tom!” he said. “You are gorgeous!” and he proceeded to take my bra off. Even though I am skinny, my breasts are big, round and full, and they seemed to like them. I hadn’t given much thought to my breasts so far, they were sensitive and I liked to play with them when I was alone in my bed, but I hadn’t wondered yet if they looked good. Now I found myself with two guys who seemed enchanted by them. Nick was fondling one of them and Dave, now kneeling between my legs was kissing and sucking on the other one. Enough to drive me crazy. Something happened in my head then, and I just decided that I was going to enjoy the moment and myself as much as possible and stop worrying. I leaned back in Nick’s arms and sighed with pleasure, feeling how I was getting wet.
Then Dave stopped, sat up and opened his belt.
“Time for your lesson, here is a new flute for you,” he said. I sat up, looking at him, not knowing what I was supposed to do, but ready for almost anything he wanted.
“Come on here, take my pants off.”
I did. He was wearing black boxer shorts and there was a huge bump inside of them. Could I touch it?
“Take my boxers off , good girl.”
I did. Nicks hands were promenading on my body while I discovered Dave’s instrument. It was the first time I really got to see a cock. I lifted a hand and then looked up at Dave.
“Can I – touch?”
“Lesson one. Never ask a guy that question. It’s yes. Always.”
I touched it. It was hard and soft at the same time and it was hot. I caressed it, up and down, and then also touched his balls, looking at him and wondering whether that was alright as well. His eyes were half closed but still looking at me, so I continued. I touched and caressed him, my own excitement making me go faster and become more confident. I opened my mouth a little and brought my face closer. I liked the way it smelled and felt, and I poked out my tongue and licked over the tip. Seeing how he enjoyed it, I slowly took him into my mouth.
“That’s an A student if I’ve ever seen one,” Dave said. “Think lollipops when you do this. And careful with your teeth.”
I pulled my lips over my teeth and continued doing what I felt like doing. I used my tongue on his tip and then let it glide along the sides. I was surprised by the taste of a little juice that came out of it now and then. And I enjoyed myself.
Nick had worked his way under my skirt and into my panties. He leaned over me, kissing my neck and whispering to me.
“You got him alright there, sweetie. You’ll drive him crazy. Take him in more. You can’t do anything wrong as long as you don’t bite him. You’re so gorgeous. Just go on. Take him in more. Good girl… You have to watch out to not make him cum too quickly, you want him to last, no? Good girl… deeper.”
It seemed to last for a long time. I loved it. Dave had closed his eyes and grabbed my braids, as he was pounding into my mouth. My eyes were watering, but there was no way I was going to let go of him. I sucked hard and continued to use my tongue, and I felt him slide into my throat.
Nick’s hands were on me and his voice was in my ear.
“You’re making him cum, girl, you feel it? Go on… deeper! Open up your throat and take him in as much as you can, keep your lips and tongue on him… feel him?”
I did. His cock started to throb, and then a warm gush of liquid filled my mouth. It was strange, but I liked it and swallowed, and swallowed and continued to lick him until there was nothing more. I continued to hold him in my mouth and raised my eyes towards his. He looked at me and smiled.
“Definitely an A,” he said. “I think we’re in for a lot more pleasure with you, girl.”
I let go of his dick almost with regret. It was still big and hard.
“I’m here, too,” said Nick from behind me. I turned towards him, but then didn't feel sure of what I wanted to do. Dave sat down against a pillow, took a deep breath, and then seemed to decide that he wanted to take over.
“Ok, honey. Stand up.”
I did, but I crossed my arms over my breasts as I did so.
“No, hon, that’s no good. Stand up straight, look at me. Don’t hide those lovely toys, be proud. You should be, anyway. Hey, come on. Show us how you like it. I’m sure you know what you like. Show us what you do with them when you’re alone…”
I obeyed. I kept my eyes on Dave and cupped my tits, moving up and down over them, using my whole hand and being rather rough with myself.
“Take your skirt off, sweetie,” he said in his warm voice. I slowly pushed my skirt down and got out of it. There was only my little black panty's left.
“Take it off, sweetheart, now!” Nick ordered; his voice was husky.
I let my hands slide down my body and then slowly pulled my panty's down. I was naked, standing before them, not knowing what to do, waiting for them to tell me. My whole body was tingling. My pussy was neatly trimmed the way I liked it, and I was wet and pulsing on the inside, wanting far more.
“Go over to Nick, undress him,” Dave commanded.
I did as I was told, and took a step towards Nick. I knelt down before him and pulled his shirt over his head. He was slim and quite tanned, and I let my hands glide over his torso.
“His pants,” Dave said.
I got up and took his hand so that he would, too. He did and I opened his jeans and pulled them down. Another boxer short under it, grey this time. Another big bump showing beneath it. I pulled the boxers down. He was big, larger than Dave, but Dave was longer. I touched it.
“Christmas for you, honey. Presents included. Suck him!” Dave said.
It felt new to me again, I hadn’t as yet gotten used to seeing, touching, tasting and enjoying cocks.
“Get on your knees,” Dave said.
I did. I took Nick into my mouth, and then Dave moved up behind me and started caressing my ass, moving back and forth with his fingers between my asshole and my pussy. I was sucking on Nick, using my tongue as much as I could, and almost jumped when I realized that Dave had knelt down behind me and was licking my ass while pushing his fingers into my pussy at the same time. I didn’t know that was something 'you could do'. I was almost crazy with desire, and on the edge of cumming myself when all of a sudden, he stopped and panted,
“You’re such a naughty girl. Stop here, don’t make him cum.”
Again, I obeyed. I don’t know how I had become so obedient; in general, I was rather described as “rebellious”. Submitting to what I was told here helped me though; I felt safe and free to enjoy by just following their lead.
Dave kissed my neck.
“Time to blow that cherry of yours, hon. You have tested both of us now. Who do you want?”
I hesitated. I preferred Nick, who had been so nice and who had made me feel good all way along. Dave with his witty remarks and sharp tongue was still someone I felt a little scared of, but I didn’t want to say it for fear of making him mad. I looked up at Nick.
Dave gave a little chuckle.
“You want Nick, that’s great, hon. I’ll follow right after him.”
Nick got down on his knees and started to kiss me.
“I’ll be nice, don’t worry, sweetie,” he nuzzled in between. I wasn’t really that worried, I trusted him.
Dave grabbed me from behind and pulled me down. Nick didn’t let go of me, following my every move and lying on me, his hands going all over my body, my breasts, down to my pussy, up again. Dave laid next to us; he caressed my hair and kept whispering into my ear.
“When you’re hot and wet and ready, open up and let him in. You can guide him, just put your hands on his butt and show him how you want it. It’s like music… you give him your beat.”
I was beside myself, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Nick was heavy on me, and I liked it. I slowly opened my legs and pulled up my knees, I felt better this way. I felt his cock on me, and then felt it slowly push its way into me. It felt good, so good; I put my hands on his butt and pushed him in some more. There it was; the point where my body showed resistance. It hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. Nick felt it, too. He pushed against it, slowly, trying not to hurt me. I winced, from pain and pleasure. Then I pulled my legs around Nick and pushed him into me with both my legs and hands, showing him that it was ok. He let go of his caution and pushed and broke through it. I let go of another little cry of pain, but then it was over and I felt him inside me, pushing deeper and filling me with his cock. It was as if this was the very thing I had been waiting for, expecting and longing to be filled this way for a long time.
It felt so good to be full of him. My body wanted more and wanted it faster, I showed Nick how I wanted it, faster, deeper, more… Dave had started to caress me wherever he could touch my body, and I felt as if a great wave was building up inside of me. Nick on me; Nick inside of me; Nick’s hands on my tits. Dave’s hand on my ass, his voice in my ear and his lips on my shoulder. Suddenly, he slapped me on my butt, one hard slap; and it sent a wave through me which in turn released the other one. For the first time in my life, I had an orgasm. Wave after wave went through my body, I moaned and thrashed around, unable to control myself or anything at all while still wanting and needing Nick to push harder into me. My pussy seemed to have a life of its own, contracting hard around his dick and sending me right into paradise.
When the waves were almost over, I heard Nick say that he would cum, and felt the same throbbing I had felt in my mouth with Dave, down in my pussy now, followed by the same warm gushes of his seed, filling me up and sending warm waves through me. I was gasping for air when Nick finally stopped, leaned on his arms and looked at me.
“You hot little devil!” he gasped. "Dave, she is so tight and hot." Then he kissed me.
“I want more of this,” I said, as soon as he let go of my mouth, and surprised myself for doing so, but I was still so hot, and the only thing I could think of was how I wanted to start all over again.
Nick pulled out of me. It was little painful and sore, but nothing compared to the pleasure I had just felt, and that I wanted to feel again. I felt crazy and naughty and didn’t care anymore about what I looked like and what they would think of me, and I hadn’t even calmed down yet. I wanted more. I was now between the two of them, turned towards Dave who didn’t need another invitation; he was already sucking on my breasts, turning his tongue around my nipples. Nick’s hands were on me as well, caressing my back and butt.
“You want him to fuck you?” he said.
“That’s not enough. Ask him, nicely, like a good girl.”
I hesitated. But my pussy had not only developed its own life, it had also taken over my brain. And mouth.
“Please, fuck me Dave.”
Dave looked at me, smiling.to be continued.Thank you for reading my story. I have already published my second encounter with Dave and Nick (The second time) and I would appreciate any feedback and whether you think it's worthwhile continuing to tell the story. English is not my mother tongue - you're welcome to teach me!
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