“Shall we get going to the restaurant, there’s no champagne left?”
They each took an arm and we walked out into the evening sunshine. As we walked along the pavement towards the restaurant I smiled to myself, very happy to be with these two gorgeous men, who were both going to fuck me later. I decided that I would do threesomes often, but never with another girl.
When we got to the gastro pub the bar area was packed with people waiting to get allocated a table. Even though we’d booked, we had to wait in the queue, as everyone had booked. Peter was despatched to get another bottle of champagne, and a whisky for Paul.
“What do you think of him?”
“He’s nice, charming, good looking.”
“You’re happy to have sex with him later?”
“Definitely, I’m really looking forward to having both of you.”
“Good, we’ll see if we can push your boundaries a bit.”
“Hmmnn…how exciting…I can’t wait.”
Peter got back with the drinks and we edged forward in the crowd. It was getting more and more crowded and I found myself wedged between Paul and Peter. They both took advantage of the situation and started running their hands over me. Paul was in front and running his hand up and down over my pubic mound through my dress. Peter was exploring my ass, rubbing his hand up and down the crack, fondling my buttocks. Peter made some sort of signal to Paul with his free hand, which, of course, I couldn’t see.
Both the guys hands worked their ways down my legs to the hem of my dress, then I felt them moving back up, and I could feel that the hem was being pulled up as well. I panicked a bit, looking around me, but no-one else could really see anything, we were so closely packed. The hem was raised higher and higher. No-one said anything. Finally it was around my waist, and I felt a foot slide between my feet and lever my legs a little apart. Paul’s hand pushed between my legs and his fingers, two I think, pushed past my pussy lips and into my vagina. As he had in the restaurant, he started flicking my clit with his thumb.
Behind me Peter was enjoying my ass cheeks, and then I felt his finger pressing on the little rose bud of my bum, and soon he was inside and pushing right in, then in and out in a steady rhythm. I had to stop Paul, or I would cum.
“Please stop playing with my sex bud, or I’ll cum with all these people around”
“I’m not going to stop until you’ve cum, so you’d best make it quick before the crowd moves”
The feelings going through me were amazing, my clitoris was so engorged, Paul added another finger to make his thrusts even more wonderful, and Peter pushed a second finger into my ass, and was pumping in and out, and I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do about it. When I came, my legs went all wobbly, but the two hands were deep inside me and I didn’t fall, but the extra pressure on my clit and the fingers rammed into my pussy and arse gave me the most incredible climax. I tried so hard to keep quiet by pushing my fist into my mouth, but I wasn’t entirely successful. Several people turned to look at me.