Three Holes, Three Rules

So, I don't know if you remember me showing my interest in trying three dicks at the same time, but it was always on my bucket list.

Ever since I found out how good double penetration feels like, I wanted to try triple penetration. Though it still hasn't happened yet (I'm working on it and will soon tell you about it when it happens), it's a work in progress. I mean, I never planned it this way, but somehow, I ended up with three fuck buddies, each with their own strict rules. And by strict, I mean they only use one hole each. No overlap, no confusion. Just a different kind of pleasure depending on who I call.

So the first guy's name is Jake. He is The Mouth Guy.

Jake has a girlfriend. A sweet, oblivious one who thinks he's working late when he's actually kneeling me down in front of his cock, fingers twisted in my hair, groaning as I take him deep in my mouth, sometimes in my throat, as I spit my saliva all over his cock and suck him like a lollipop.

"It's not cheating if it's just your mouth," he'd said the first time, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Fucking you would be cheating. But this is just a blowjob."

I rolled my eyes but didn't want to argue. If that's the lie he wants to tell himself, who am I to stop him? Plus, I'm not his girlfriend, so I don't care.

His cock is thick, and I like the way he grips my hair when he comes in my mouth, holding me still as he spills down my throat. He doesn't kiss me, doesn't touch me anywhere else but my mouth, which sometimes frustrates me, but I like to be used, so I take it, warm and willing, and him using my mouth however he wants.

Sometimes, when he's particularly worked up, he'll murmur, "God, you're such a good little cocksucker," and I'll hum around him, pleased. Because I am. But sometimes I also wish he could give me a good cunnilingus, but hey, that's not in the rules.

The next guy's name is Chris. He got The Pussy Privilege.

Chris is big. A little too big for my tight little hole, honestly. The first time we hooked up, I winced as he pushed inside me, stretching me in a way that bordered on painful. But you know me, I liked it! Even sometimes I think that the pain is the best part. Maybe I will try BDSM next time, and of course, I will tell you all about it.

Anyway, Chris thrusts himself inside me, enveloping every inch of me with his dick.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans everytime, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

I didn't tell him I'd been fucked just the night before. Didn't tell him that the reason I clenched around him like a vice was because Ryan had left my ass sore and throbbing.

Chris doesn't know about the other guys. None of them do. He thinks he's the only one who gets my pussy, and I let him believe it.

"I don't suck dick," I told him early on, pushing his hand away when he tried to guide my head down. "And anal's off the table. Just this."

But you now know the truth, so I'm feeling a little better now about lying about it.

Anyway, he didn't complain. Why would he? My pussy was warm and wet as always and right now, it was his for the taking. He fucks me slow, deep, like he's savoring it, and I arch into him, gasping at the stretch.

But sometimes, when he's buried inside me, his breath hot against my neck, I imagine Ryan's voice instead -- rough, mocking -- and my thighs tremble.

That brings you to the owner of my third hole, Ryan: The Asshole's Asshole.

Ryan somewhat scares me.

That's actually true, because he is tall, broad, with a voice that drips disdain and hands that never hesitate to remind me of my place.

The first time we had sex, he didn't ask me anything. He just looked me in the eye and instantly knew that I love anal. What he did was just flip me onto my stomach, spit on his fingers, and push them deep inside my ass with no warning.

"You're an anal whore, aren't you?" he growled, his other hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. "I can tell. You've been waiting for someone to ruin this tight little ass."

I didn't tell him the truth -- that I had anal sex before -- because I didn't want to make him mad. I just wanted him to fuck my ass and let him think that he was the first guy to take my anal virginity.

I whimpered, but my hips pushed back against him.

He laughed -- dark, cruel -- and then his cock was pressing against me, stretching me open in one brutal thrust. I kind of wished he used lube, but I like the way he fucks and I'm getting used to it now, day by day.

"This is all you're good for," he snarled, slamming into me. "Just a hole. And asshole."

I came untouched, shaking, tears stinging my eyes.

Since then, he's never touched me anywhere else. No kissing, no hands between my legs -- just my ass, used hard and left sore.

But sometimes I wish I could just tell all of them about my secret -- that I have three different guys for my three different holes and that I have rules for each of them.

Some nights, I crave the simplicity of Jake -- just my mouth, just his cock, no complications.

Other nights, I want Chris's possessive grip, the way he fills my pussy like he owns it.

But then there are the nights when all I can think about is Ryan's voice in my ear, his hands on my hips, the way he fucks me in the ass like he hates me -- and I love it.

Three holes. Three men. Three different kinds of pleasure. And I just get to lie back (or kneel, or bend over) and enjoy the ride.

But most nights I just want to be gangbanged by them. And as I told you, that's my ultimate goal, and I'm working on it.