I was a different person from the innocent virgin who had entered the dance hall with my girlfriend earlier that evening. I could still feel the heat simmering between my legs from Carson's cock, when he took my virginity in the back seat of his car. My pussy ached, slick with remnants of his cum and my own juices, and eager for more. 

After the dance ended, Mike took my hand and led me toward the side door. As we slipped out, I glanced back. Carson stood across the room, watching us. He waved casually, a knowing smirk on his face. I smiled back, then followed Mike down the stairs into the parking lot, my body already craving what came next.

We slipped into the back seat of his car. As soon as the door shut, Mike's lips were on mine, kissing me with an urgency that tasted like beer. His tongue plunged into my mouth, tangling with mine. I swung a leg over him, straddling his lap, my knees sinking into the vinyl seats on either side of his hips. His hands pulled up my skirt, bunching it around my waist.

I could feel his cock straining against his jeans as I ground down onto it. He wedged a hand between us, sliding it into my panties, which were still soaked with Carson’s cum. A finger parted my folds and delved into my steamy pussy. I tilted my hips to give him a better angle. Another finger joined the first, plunging in and out of my pussy and making wet squishing sounds.

I moaned into his mouth, rocking against his thrusting fingers. He curled them inside me, scraping against my walls, his thumb rubbing my clit in circles. The pressure built fast, my pussy leaking and my nipples about to burst. His free hand pushed up my top, exposing my tits. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting down just enough to make me yelp.

The orgasm hit hard. My pussy clenched around his fingers. I bucked wildly as the dam burst, sending a flood of girl-cum squirting over his hand and soaking his jeans. He didn't stop, pumping faster and drawing out wave after wave of spasms until I was gasping for air, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

Mike pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. I looked down to see his weapon in the dim light of the streetlamp. He was longer than Carson with a slight curve. He grabbed my hips, guiding me down until the large head pushed past the crotch of my drenched panties and parted my folds. I sank onto him slowly, my pussy stretching around his thickness. He filled me completely, the curve hitting spots that made me gasp.

I put my hands on his shoulders and rode him like a maniac, bouncing up and down, impaling my pussy down the length of his hard shaft. He drove his cock up to meet me, grunting with each impact, his fingers digging into my cheeks. His knob punched against my cervix on each powerful thrust. The car filled with the slap of skin on skin, my tits jiggling as I fucked him. 

I was close again, the friction on my clit from grinding against his pubic bone pushing me over the top. My pussy clamped down on his cock as I came, milking his shaft with clenching pulses. Juices gushed out, coating his balls and dripping onto the seat. Mike groaned, holding me still as he bucked up, flooding my insides with hot spurts of cum. It overflowed and trickled down my thighs.

We were both panting when a knock sounded on the window. I froze, heart pounding, but Mike just smirked. There stood Carson, a knowing grin on his face, his eyes curious as he took in the scene—me still impaled on Mike's cock, skirt hiked up, tits out. Mike rolled down the window.

“Mind if I join?” Carson asked. 

“Hell yeah, man. Slide on in.”

I rolled off Mike and onto the seat next to him. The air in the car was thick with the scent of sex. Carson climbed into the back and pulled the door shut, squeezing me between the two of them. Not sure of what was going to happen next, I turned to look at Carson.  He grabbed my head, kissing me deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth. His hand went between my legs and found the soaked crotch of my panties, pulling it aside to finger the mess in my pussy.

“Now I know what they mean by sloppy seconds,” Carson laughed. “Looks like I’ll get very sloppy thirds.”

Carson pulled down my panties and dropped them on the floor. He then proceeded to strip me fully—skirt, top, everything off until I was naked. Mike watched, stroking his cock back to hardness. Carson pushed me onto my back across the seat. My head landed in Mike's lap, his cock inches from my face. 

“Suck him while I fuck you,” Carson ordered, pulling my legs high and positioning himself between my spread thighs.

I turned my head, taking Mike's cock between my lips, the salty tang of our mixed cum coating my tongue. The angle was awkward. He climbed on top and straddled my head, sliding his cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, swirling my tongue around the veins bulging from his thick shaft. In one swift thrust, Carson plunged into my pussy, his familiar girth splitting me open. He fucked me hard and fast, balls slapping my ass.

The dual assault overwhelmed me. Carson's cock slammed in and out of my pussy while Mike fucked my mouth, driving his cock deep and punching it against my throat. I tried to take him deeper, but gagged. A flood of spit poured from my lips and soaked his pubes. Carson reached down to pinch my clit, rolling it between his fingers. I went off like an overheated boiler, a muffled scream escaping my throat, juices squirting out around Carson’s thrusting cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, aaaggghhh…”

Carson thrust deep and unloaded inside me, his seed mixing with Mike's. It oozed out and ran down my asshole onto the seat below. Mike was next. He rammed his cock past my gag reflex and into my throat just as he went off. I choked and gagged, coughing up cum which came shooting out of my nose. More poured down my throat and into my stomach. 

“What do you think, Mike? Can she go another round?”

“I think she can,” Mike replied.

My opinion wasn’t solicited, not that I had one. I was still recovering. Mike sat and pulled me on top, straddling his lap while Carson slipped behind me, wedging himself against the back of the front seat. Mike slipped into my cum-filled pussy. I stiffened when I felt Carson’s cock brush against my asshole, slick with our juices. I looked back at him, eyes questioning what he was doing, although I already knew. He was going to fuck my ass, and I was going to let him. 

“Relax,” he whispered, pushing in slowly. 

I yelped when his knob punched through my tight ring. I tried to concentrate on Mike’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy as Carson probed deeper. He dribbled spit down my crack, which seemed to help, but the burning inside was intense as he stretched me open and buried himself deeper. The pain slowly subsided and was replaced by a pleasurable sensation I had not expected.

They moved in tandem, Mike thrusting into my pussy while Carson fucked my ass, their cocks separated by a thin wall, rubbing against each other through me. I was stuffed, every nerve firing as they double-penetrated me. Hands were everywhere, with Mike squeezing my tits and Carson slapping my ass. The pleasure inside me grew stronger. They moved faster and harder, jerking me with their violent thrusts. I loved it.

The orgasm built inside me like a storm, suddenly ripping through me in violent waves. I screamed, pussy and ass clenching. Carson was first to cum, thrusting deep and flooding my ass until it overflowed, dripping down onto Mike’s cock. Moments later, he thrust up into me and grunted, filling my pussy for the fourth time that night. 

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and spent, the car reeking of sex. Cum oozed out of both holes and flooded the seat. Carson kissed my shoulder, Mike nuzzled my neck, and for a moment, the world outside didn't exist. It was just the three of us, sated and connected in the afterglow.

I dressed, leaving my cum-drenched panties in the back of Mike’s car, and returned to the dance hall. Brooke found me coming out of the ladies' room. My hair was disheveled, and my blouse was stained. Dried cum stuck to my legs. She examined me, a worried look on her face.

“Are you okay, Ellie? You look like you’ve been run over by a truck.”

“Never been better. You always told me to be more adventurous, to get out and enjoy life. I took your advice.”

I drove home, a satisfied throbbing radiating through my pussy and ass. I knew I would be sore in the morning, but that would pass. In one night, I had sucked two cocks, had my cunt eaten, been fucked in the pussy and ass, and engaged in a threesome, all for the first time. I had arrived at the dance hall an innocent virgin and left as a slut-in-training. I couldn’t wait to see how my new life would evolve.

As I pulled into the driveway, it occurred to me I wasn’t on birth control.