Sevastopol Sylvie's Perspective 03

(This account of Sevastopol is the third of three parts. It runs in parallel with "Sevastopol School Break Project", but probably a good idea to read the other story first... I think. TheRedLantern does say you can just as well read this series first, though...)

Kristy came back in the winter holidays. It was finally cold, and snug. Tim and I would watch movies and TV series under a big fat quilt on the sofa. One Friday night we heard the back door slide open. As scary as it might be to get caught naked on the sofa, at least this time we had the big huge quilt over us. When Tim's friend Milton came in without knocking one night it was his first view of me full-frontal naked. All I had to cover myself was a tiny cushion, so I didn't even try. The poor boy blushed as much as me. Milton always knocks and yells out 'hello' from the back door now, bless him.

This time it was Kristy, someone we had no need to hide from. Quite the opposite. Kristy pulled Tim up to help undress her. I felt sorry for Tim, his penis got rock hard as Kristy stood like a duchess, with her valet taking her clothes off piece by piece. Tim must have wished for so long he could have sex with Kristy. His penis obviously wanted to. It couldn't be easy for him to be naked with her so many times and not touch. I wanted to tell him I wouldn't mind if he had a turn on her, but dare not. Better to not mess with their balanced chemistry.

But when Kristy got naked under the quilt with us, worming her way into the middle, it turned out it wasn't Tim she wanted sex with.

I have to say that I took to having sex with my boyfriend remarkably quickly. It really was like riding a bike from that first day. I just jumped on and went as hard and fast as I could, without any fear of falling or getting hurt. It was as if the wind was in my hair. I loved the thrill of the speed and how I could get to new places I'd never been. Not wearing pants under my skirt at school, being naked at home, and having sex with my boyfriend in an empty classroom, all these things were entirely joyful.

Conversely, having sex with a girl was like wearing scratchy pajamas. I just wanted to get Kristy off me. Tim was just as shocked when she started kissing my breasts. I thought it must've been a joke like when we made the boys touch each other playing that dare game the first day. But she just kept going. And Tim, he did what Kristy told him! He literally came over and sat behind me holding my arms while Kristy went from sucking my breasts down my body and pushing her face between my legs. I knew there were some girls in the world that liked girls, but I'd never met one or seen it happen or ever expected it would happen to me. You might've thought that being a girl, maybe she could give me oral sex better than a boy because she knew what to do, but the whole concept was foreign and disgusting. I couldn't believe it, she was having sex with girls at her school. And then me. For a week. I felt trapped. I didn't want Kristy to feel rejected by me but I begged Tim to help try and stop it or at least reduce the amount. Or the type of sex. You know I took to drinking sperm like it was lemonade from the first time Tim ejaculated into my mouth, but drinking Kristy's vagina was like sucking on unripe fruit.

"Please Tim, you gotta help out. Can't you talk to her?"

"It's only til Sunday. Then she's gone. She's been a good friend for a long time. I feel bad pushing her away when she's gonna be gone anyway."

"Egh," I complained. "You know I'm not against girls having sex, just not with me."

"You two look hot though, when you are doing it. I never thought I'd see you in a sixty-nine with a girl. And having a threesome is not completely unusual, right? It's the sort of thing you try out when you're young," Tim shrugged.

"Okay, but it doesn't have to be two girls, right?" I pleaded. "If you want three-way sex, I can do it for you, but please can we have two guys instead of two girls."

"You'd be happy to do two guys at once?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

"I'll have sex with you and any of your friends if you can make Kristy stop. I want to give you good sex baby, I'll do a threesome for you if you want one, but two guys. Please. Please, please, please."

"You'll let one of my friends stick their cock in you?" Tim clarified.

"If it's what you want. But not a girl again. Please. It's not my thing."

"Kristy will feel bad," he sighed.

"You need to fuck her," I proposed. "I can be there so she can't tell how freaked out I am, but you need to keep her busy."

"She said she likes girls now."

"Yeah, but only cause she couldn't get a guy right? She's had sex with boys before."

"Won't you feel bad if I have proper sex with her?"

"No more than how you feel watching me have sex with her, or if we were in a threesome with another boy. That guy would fuck me with you watching. It's the same thing."

"Okay," Tim shrugged, "If she even wants to."

"Try," I begged. "Please."

It was such a relief to see Kristy letting Tim put himself in her vagina instead of using my hand or my mouth. I still got my breasts sucked and my vagina licked while Tim was fucking her, but at least I didn't have to do anything between her legs anymore. I could just lie there and close my eyes and pretend it was a boy doing it.

"Much better teamwork," I said snuggling into Tim that night. "Thank you. I hope I haven't made it too weird between you two after knowing each other for so long and not having sex."

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out. She'll be back in the morning for more if she likes it, and we will never see her again if she doesn't."

"At least tomorrow will be the last day," I sighed.

Kristy was back sure enough. I woke to the sounds and motion of her grinding her naked body on my boyfriend's morning erection in the bed alongside me. Kristy was using Tim to masturbate. See, I thought! Why have sex with me when Tim's penis can help her feel like that?

"I hope you two will be okay," I said, lying on my side watching. "I hope having sex won't ruin your friendship. I'd feel bad if it did."

"I think we'll be okay," Kristy said, coming down to passionately tongue my boyfriend's mouth as she rolled her hips on his. I got up and left them, worried that if Tim came and Kristy wasn't ready to finish, then I would end up drinking my boyfriend's cum out of her pussy. Best leave them to it.

I turned the heater way up high so that I could stay naked and took my time to make breakfast. I've learned how to make blueberry muffins. They are easier to make than you think, and if those two finished having sex early they could come and eat warm muffins but if they spent half the day fucking, then the muffins would be fine later on as well. I did feel a bit annoyed that Kristy was in my bed. I wanted sex too. But she was going the next morning, so I sighed and persevered.

Those two really did take their time, though. A really long time. I snuck back down the hall to check, and Kristy was lying on him sixty-nine. She didn't look even close to being finished with my man. Watching people have sex on the Internet got me wet, so watching it live had me saturated.

So I did something a little crazy that Tim doesn't know about. For the first time since I had arrived in Australia, I called my ex-boyfriend back home. It was a dumb thing to do, but I was put off by just how intensive that girl was being with Tim. I was starting to feel a little less generous than before, last day or not.

So I called.

I held the phone super close, so it was just my face he could see. He was sweet and polite, but obviously edgy and anxious as to why I was suddenly back in touch.

"Do you have a new girlfriend?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Not as good as me, though, right?" I teased.

"Do you have a new boyfriend?" he asked back, avoiding my question.

"Yes," I had to say.

"Have you had sex with him?"

Wow, I wasn't expecting that question straight away. That took me off guard.

"Umm, yeah. We had. You too?"

"Not all the way. But some."

"That's nice," I said. I wanted to say that I was so sorry for not giving it to him before I left, but I knew it would sound hollow.

"Do you want to see my tits?" I asked instead.

"Ah, you serious?"

"You wanna see?"

"Umm, yeah. You wanna show me?"

"I don't mind." I rested the phone on the sugar jar on the kitchen counter and then stepped back so I could see myself on the screen from the belly button up. With ruffled hair and hickeys all over them, I looked obscene.

"Wow," my boyfriend said. Whoops, ex-boyfriend. "You look...."

I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, watching how sexy it was in the camera.

"I'm sorry you didn't get them before I left."

"Do you mind if I take a screenshot?" he politely asked.

"You can."

"Wow, you are... what are the bruises? Did your boyfriend do that?"

"Yes. Hickeys."

"You've gone all the way?" he asked.

"Yes." It would be more cruel to lie to the guy than tell the truth. "Do you think you will soon?"

"I don't know. She's only sixteen, so we haven't taken her pants off."

"Oh my god, you're years away!" I squealed. "Why did you pick that one! Are you crazy?"

My ex showed me a photo of her on his laptop in a wicked bikini.

"Wow, she is pretty," I conceded. "But maybe you better find someone else to have sex with behind her back, you'll be the oldest boy virgin in Korea by the time she's ready."

"I know," the guy sighed.

"Do you want to see all of me?" I offered.

"Yeah," he brightened.

I put the phone on the dining table up against a vase so it was a bit lower. This time when I stepped back, he could see all of me from my knees up to my hair. I gave a little spin to show my backside and then came back to the front and rubbed my hands over myself to try and be sexy.

"Can I take photos?"

"Of course."

I gave him poses, including from behind and pulling my pussy lips open. And then fingered myself, showing him how wet I was then licking my fingers clean. It was a crazy tease.

"Let me watch you cum?" I asked.

Wow, I finally saw the penis I could have had in me if we'd stayed in Korea. If Mum hadn't... done that. It wasn't big but it was hard and all it took was one squeeze and it shot off like one of those string-sprays. I couldn't tell where all landed but for sure he'd made a mess of something in his room.

"Thank you for letting me watch," I said.

"Are you coming back for a holiday?" he asked, embarrassingly tucking himself away.

"I don't know," I said honestly. "There are no plans yet."

"If you do... can I fuck you, too?"

"Of course! As long as our boyfriend and girlfriend don't find out right?"

"Of course!"

"I don't know when, though. Hey, do you wanna watch me fuck my boyfriend?"

"Oh my! I don't know. Yes. Can I?"

"Not today though, he's busy," I said, looking down the hall. "I'll call you when we're about to do it, and leave my phone somewhere that shows it."

"Will you tell him?"

"Of course not! We'll just do it secretly."

"Okay," he nodded.

It was a strange call and a strange situation. He asked all about my shaved pussy, and what type of sex I'd had. I showed him how I'd learned to masturbate, and he took his bottoms completely off and let me see him do it again, too.

It was a nice reconnection. We were so obviously not back together again and yet we were closer than ever. I liked being naked for him and I know that he likes my body, too.

And, as predicted Kristy came and sought me out after Tim had cum in her to sit on my face and have me drink from her pussy.

The last time!

I hoped.

After Kristy left, thankfully everything went back to blissful normal with me and Tim.

Boy sex.

It was wonderful. And I was wonderful. I was a great fuck, even if I say so myself. I swayed between self-gratification and partner gratification. I used Tim's erection to get myself off just to the point where he was about to come, then I would ease off to help him through the moment so he could keep fucking, because I know that as much as he loves to cum, he much more loves it when he cums after a long, long fuck. And sometimes I pull off just in time to take it in my mouth and swallow. That makes him smile and groan. He knows he's got a special girlfriend and I know that he appreciates me.

Being naked all the time. Trying different sex all the time. Watching porn to get ideas. That was my thing. I loved the path my life had taken. I was lucky, I knew and appreciated what I had.

The Saturday Tim went fishing was the one I set up to secretly let my Korean ex-boyfriend watch me have sex live. I thought about taking a video and sending it to him later, but the thrill of it being live seemed more captivating. Tim and his friends went out into the gulf early morning and wouldn't be back til late afternoon, I had plenty of time to work with my ex-boyfriend on the logistics. It was still cold outside so even with the heating on high I wore a short, soft cardigan. That way my ex-boyfriend could see my ass, tits, and pussy, but I could keep my arms and back warm. It was nice.

I used my iPhone to try various places and did a FaceTime call with him into his big iPad so that he could see the screen really well. We tried different places in the living room and in the bedroom where I could put the camera, then I would go on the sofa or the floor or the bed, somewhere that I thought I might have sex, and he would tell me what the view was like.

The best was on the shelf in the living room with a view over the sofa and the carpet in front of it. If I had sex on the chair or on the floor, you could see it very well. I had been masturbating myself on video calls that I had with that ex-boyfriend recently, but this day I left myself alone so that I would be properly fresh and horny for when my man came home. My ex let me watch him cum, though. I was proud that I could make a man cum in a different hemisphere. I didn't even have to be there. Just the look of me naked could stimulate an ejaculation. It made me grin.

When Tim called at four from the Gulf pub to say he was coming home, I told him I would be ready to fuck him as soon as he came in the door.

"I think you'll want me to take a shower first," he admitted.

"Okay."

I wasn't going to change my plan to sex in the shower because we hadn't even tried doing set-up in the bathroom. And the steam would probably make a mess of the lens too. So I took my phone from the charger (it was full) put it on silent and called my ex-boyfriend. We double-checked that the view of the sofa and the carpet was still good and then I was left to figure out how to keep Tim from wanting to have sex with me in the shower, to go in there himself, and then come and do me on the sofa afterward.

Well, that situation looked after itself.

When the back door slid open, I went to greet my man in just the short cardigan but trailing in behind Tim was that guy from school Milton. He had already caught me naked once before so I didn't scramble to cover up.

"Hi," I said, surprised.

"We better take a shower, both of us," Tim said. "You first Milt. Sylvie baby, can you dig him up a towel and maybe a robe afterward to wear? I need to put all these clothes in the wash and dryer."

They did stink of sweat and stale sunscreen and even beer, but not really fish.

"How long were you in the pub? Did you even go fishing?"

"We did!"

"Where are they?"

"What?"

"The fish.""

"We didn't keep them."

"What? Why not?"

"Catch and release baby. It's the new sport, you take a photo and put the bastards back."

"Oh, wow." What was the point of that?

Milton was staring at my naked body of course. I let him, noticing his trousers push out.

"But yes, we've had a few beers."

"Who was driving?"

"Not us obviously. Come on, put Milt in to clean up first."

Milton followed me down the hall to the bathroom. He silently stared at me, I could feel his eyes on my bare backside. I gave him a towel from the hall cupboard, one of Tim's mum's robes that didn't look too girly, and showed him the shampoo, conditioner, razor, face wash, all that stuff. He didn't say a word beyond thank you, the poor guy was more nervous than me, and I was the one undressed.

"So what's going on? He's staying for dinner?" I asked Tim back in the kitchen.

"Well...," he grinned. "Remember you said you'd do a threesome with two guys."

"You want me to have sex? With Milton?" I was shocked. It was out of the blue. We hadn't even discussed having sex with another person since Kristy went back to school.

"You said you'd prefer two guys to two girls."

"Well yes, but... Milton? I hadn't even thought of having him with us."

"He really really likes you," Tim said, coming close and holding me to him by my bare ass.

"Pew, go away, you really do stink."

"So? Will you let him fuck you?"

It was true that I said I would do any of his friends if he could just get Kristy off me, but that hadn't really happened. Tim had taken some of the burden by fucking her instead, but she still had me from time to time too.

"Not in the bedroom," I said. "That's just for us. If you want me to have sex with your friends, it has to be on the sofa."

"Deal."

Did I really want my ex-boyfriend to see me do two guys? Gee.

When Milton came out of the bathroom in the robe, Tim stood up from the sofa where we were watching music videos and put Milton in his spot next to me.

"My turn to clean up. Your turn to keep Sylvie company," he simply said. It was a nervous few moments once Tim had left me alone with Milton. I lay back on the sofa and he was sat at my feet looking up my body with just my little cardigan on.

"Tim asked me to have sex with you," I said.

"I'm sorry about that," the boy blushed.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

Milton turned to look at me, in the eye this time.

"Of course. Everybody does, but you're Tim's girlfriend."

"He wants me to."

"He told you that?"

"Come," I said, shuffling to the edge of the sofa to make space. "Lay here."

Nervously, Milton crawled up the sofa and lay next to me.

I kissed his mouth.

I was in a naked clinch with a boy who wasn't my boyfriend. As the kiss went deeper and longer Milton felt more comfortable running his hands over my body and of course eventually between my legs. I reached down to grip his erection under the robe and then scrambled to get both of our one pieces of clothing off so we were naked as we kissed and played with each other on the sofa.

It was strange to hold the cock of a different guy. It felt the same but different. The kiss, the way he held my breast, the way that he fingered me, the way that he bit my nipple, it was sex with a boy but different to the sex with my boy.

"You wanna put it in me?" I groaned.

"Can I?"

I shuffled to my back and opened my legs as my way of an answer. Milton came and held himself over me.

"Put it in," I assured him.

I was wet, he was hard. His cock quickly melted full length into my vagina.

"That was easy," Milton gasped.

"I've been fucked a lot," I purred. "You don't need to be gentle."

He was gentle, though, it was his nature. He tongued my mouth as he penised my vagina. He was seriously happy to be doing what he was doing. I could feel his joy at being here with me like this.

Because of the kiss I didn't realise Tim had come in and was sitting on the floor watching us. He was naked, gripping his cock watching his friend fuck his girlfriend.

"She's a great ride, right?" Tim smiled.

"Unbelievable," Milton agreed, still stroking his cock in and out of me as they spoke.

"You can fuck the shit out of her," Tim advised, "She can take it, you don't have to go slow."

"I like her like this," Milton said with a very happy face. "She's good to cum in, right?"

"Yeah, but don't mess her up yet. Give me a turn first. Cum in her mouth."

"Really? She does that?"

"Baby, show the boy," Tim said to me.

I maneuvered us so the phone on the shelf could see me suck that boy's pussy-soaked cock, pulling on the shaft and squeezing his balls. It didn't take long until I got my drink, and there was lots of it. I didn't swallow it all straight away, I kept it in my mouth so all three boys could see white on my tongue - and then I swallowed and showed it had gone. Milton was amazed, Tim proud, but who knows the reaction from the other end of my phone. He must be wondering what on earth was going on. How to explain it?

"My turn," Tim said. Milton moved to the carpet to watch Tim showing off. He fucked me harder than he ever had, pounding me from above and then flipping me to slam me from behind. Again, I can only imagine what my ex-boyfriend was thinking, seeing someone fuck me so violently. Although... Tim was right when he said I could take it. And not just take it. I loved it. When an erection beats my pussy so hard, I feel like I'm being fucked properly. I'm being fucked by a man.

I started yelling out words in Korean. The two boys in the room were smiling at the passion Tim must have drawn from me, but of course, I was yelling to my Korean audience.

"This one is my boyfriend, the other just a random guy!!"

"Do you wanna fuck me like this?"

"This cock is so big it hurts me!"

"My cunt is being smashed apart!"

"I'm fucking two guys!"

"I'm not going to know who the father is!"

"I've become a slut!"

"You want your friends to gang-bang me with you?"

Tim really kept at me for a long time, he was definitely trying to show off to Milton. When he finally held my hips and groaned his sperm deep inside me, we both collapsed down exhausted. When Tim shrunk out I moved around to show Milton and the camera the sperm leaking out of my pussy.

"I've got cum in my stomach and pussy," I said in Korean, then said in English. "You want to cum in here next time?"

Milton nodded. "If you don't mind?"

I went over to him on the carpet and sat on his lap facing the guy. Tim's cum leaked onto his shaft and balls and for the longest time, we just kissed. Long enough for Milton to get hard again. I lifted, shuffled him into place, and then pushed down on it. And this time I did it, instead of being done to me. I kept my lips to Milton's as I ground my hips on him, knowing how much he liked kissing me before.,

Tim lay back on the sofa watching us. It wasn't really a threesome, I wasn't having sex with two guys, they were just taking turns with me. And that's how it went until we were spent, me crawling from one guy to the other and back as they tagged in and out.

I liked it.

I didn't really like Milton, though. I liked his erection and the taste of his cum, but he was too quiet and meek for me. But... the concept of moving to the next guy to keep fucking after one spends his load, I like it. I wondered if three or even four guys would be better? And Tim didn't seem jealous or upset to see me naked and kissing a guy as he ejaculated into me. It looked like it turned him on. And he loved me swearing in Korean.

"That's new," he grinned as I told my ex-boyfriend that my pussy ached, on my knees between two tired boys, rubbing my mound.

"You like I speak dirty in Korean?"

"I love it."

I rested with my ass on my heels on the floor, facing the camera and tugging on two cocks. Neither of them came to full life, so I got up, saying "I'll call later" in Korean, and went into the kitchen to get drinks and start dinner. I was hoping to entice them out of the living room so I could get my phone off the shelf without drawing attention to it.

Eventually, it worked. Tim stayed naked like me, but Milton put the robe back on. I managed to get enough clear air for a few seconds to duck back in and pick the phone up. My ex was still there! Unbelievable that he'd not hung up yet. I flipped the display screen around to show me and my breasts but then just said one word "later" in Korean and hung up.

We three cooked white pasta with a Caesar salad and baked doughballs we had in the freezer. The boys drank more beer and I started drinking cold white wine. I put my cardigan back on to take the chill off my arms and back as we settled into a more normal evening of talking and drinking around the table.

Milton couldn't stay over and so Tim let him have one more turn on me before he left, bending me over the dining table inside my pussy from behind. Tim sat right next to us drinking his beer as his friend took his time screwing me before finally cumming deep up my vagina.

"Why you didn't do me together?" I asked Tim after kissing Milton goodbye. "Why did you just take turns, why didn't you both have sex with me together?"

"He didn't want to."

"Oh."

It seemed there had been more planning involved than I thought.

"You want a cock in both ends, at the same time?" Tim asked.

"It's what I expected," I shrugged.

"Well, we can do it again."

"Can we have someone else though, rather than Milton?"

"Dunno. Now we let him fuck you, I don't think there'll be any stopping him from now on. And he just wants you with him."

"There must be some other friend that can have sex with us?"

"I'll ask. Discretely. Milton is the only one I've spoken with about it."

"Okay. I don't mind. I don't need it right now. I'm happy with just my man, too."

"Thanks babe and thanks for tonight. It meant a lot to him to be able to do that to you."

"You are welcome. I think you liked it too, right? Turned you on seeing another guy in me."

"Unbelievably. When he came in you, just... wow."

"Well, I guess you'll see it again, huh?"

"Hmmm."

he first chance I got to call my ex-boyfriend and speak with him was the next day when Tim went out to wash his car. Unsurprisingly, he had a hundred questions. He was staggered by what he had seen.

"You have to show me when you have sex, too," I teased him, knowing he and his girlfriend were far away from even having one-on-one sex, let alone doing what I had done. We talked for some time and of course my clothes were off so he had an interest in my body. But it was also closure for us. It wasn't planned, but we didn't speak again after that. My life was so far ahead of him sexually, there was nothing left for us to do. He'd seen all that he'd missed out on when I was back home and wasn't in a position to keep up. His girlfriend was a kid for god's sake. So we stepped back from each other. It wasn't a conscious decision, it just happened. And I was fine with it, and I expect he was too.

After the call, I cheekily went out to the front grass naked to help Tim wash his car, but he sprayed me with the hose to chase me back inside. As ridiculously sexual and naked our everyday life was, nobody around us knew just how wild it was, not our parents or our neighbours (outside of one handyman). Given our circumstances with family in the town, it was probably better to keep it that way!

School was finishing and for a lot of people that meant anxiety and stress. Not for me and my man. Tim was going into his uncle's building business, and I got an 'apprenticeship' in the local bank branch. In reality, if I was to have a career in that bank it would mean me having to move away from Sevastopol at some stage but it would keep me close to home for the time that my father was studying in Adelaide. So my home life was only affected by the fact that I had a different uniform, work started earlier and finished later and I had fewer holidays than when I was at school.

My at-work life, though, was much different from school. It was obvious I was a diversity hire. I was the only woman and the only non-white on a staff of seven. Two of the guys were not much older than me, but the other four were married with kids. It didn't matter though, they were all as openly chauvinistic as each other and teased me from the first day that I had no panty lines under my plain blue uniform dress. I was in an adult world now, that was for sure.

But that's a whole new story...

("Sevastopol Travis & Aneta" to follow)