I’m a real girl, and this is something I need to get off my chest. My boyfriend is the first guy I’ve ever been with. He’s sweet, caring, and everything you’d want in a partner. We haven’t had sex yet because we both come from conservative Asian families, where things like this are expected to be saved for marriage. But recently, something happened that I can’t stop thinking about, and it’s tearing me up inside.
I moved to a different state for college, and we’ve been trying to make the long-distance thing work. It was going okay until a freshers party changed everything. I had a couple of drinks, and two incredibly hot, muscular guys started talking to me. At first, it was innocent enough—flirting, compliments—but soon they were dancing with me. I knew it was wrong, but the excitement of it all made me feel so alive, so wanted. My boyfriend crossed my mind, but at that moment, all I could focus on was the way these two men were making me feel.
Before I knew it, one of them was grinding behind me, his strong hands gripping my waist while the other stood in front, pulling me closer and kissing me deeply. His lips were soft, and when he sucked on my bottom lip, I felt a rush of heat between my legs. My heart was racing, and my body responded to every touch, every kiss. I could feel how wet I was getting.
It wasn’t long before they led me to a bathroom. Everything felt like a blur. The room was spinning slightly from the drinks, but the one thing I could feel so clearly was their hands on my body. One was kissing my neck, while the other was squeezing my breasts, teasing me through my clothes. My breath was shallow, and I could feel myself losing control. When one of them reached between my legs, rubbing my clit through my soaked underwear, I couldn’t help but moan, trying to stay quiet but failing miserably.
They were both so much bigger than my boyfriend—taller, stronger—and their hands felt so rough but perfect on my skin. It was overwhelming to feel two pairs of hands touching me at once, each one grabbing, rubbing, teasing. I felt their hunger for me, and I loved it.
The next thing I knew, I was on my knees. They both pulled out their cocks, and my eyes widened. They were so thick, so much bigger than what I was used to with my boyfriend. I couldn’t stop myself—I wanted them. I took one in my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around the head, while my hand stroked the other. The sounds they made, their deep groans, only turned me on more. It felt so good to know I was pleasing both of them at the same time.
They started talking dirty to me, saying things that made my head spin even more. I alternated between them, sometimes having both of their tips in my mouth, and other times using both hands to stroke them together. I’ve never felt so wild, so free. The taste of their pre-cum was salty, but I didn’t care—I wanted to make them cum. I wanted to be the girl who made two guys lose control at the same time.
When they both finally came, it was the first time I had tasted cum. It was thick, a little bitter, but knowing I had drained both of them made me feel so powerful, so sexy. I swallowed without even thinking and looked up at them, feeling proud of what I had just done.
Since that night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them. I saved their numbers, and we’ve been texting. They want to meet up again, and I can’t deny that the thought of being with them, of having both of them fuck me at the same time, is all I can think about. But then there’s my boyfriend… I don’t know what to do. Part of me feels guilty, but the other part of me craves that feeling again.