Thanksgiving in Albuquerque by PrincessS85

Thanksgiving in Albuquerque

Sam Wiggins

My given name is Samantha but I never have been called that. When I was in elementary school and below my mother called me Sammi but it's been a long time since anybody called me anything but Sam. I was raised in LDS, but since I've been in college I haven't been practicing. In fact, I haven't been a practicing Mormon, since I was a sophomore in high school. I guess I'm a fallen angel. I lost my virginity when I was a senior in high school. Lester then went to the Y. I went to UT-Austin to major in Drama. I think I'm attractive but I'm no knockout. I've had a few dates since I've been in Austin but no second dates. I decided to use the ride share system and found a guy driving to Provo who was willing to drop me off in Salt Lake to spend Thanksgiving with my parents.

Saturday afternoon we loaded up our stuff, mostly dirty clothes for the ride north. Joe had a crew cab pickup with a camper shell on the back. With the crew cab we had room for three more students, Larry, Jaime, and Bob. In the crew cab there was plenty of room for the five of us, and the advantage of the camper shell in the back was that our stuff would stay dry.

Larry rode in the shotgun position, while Jaime, Bob, and I rode in the back of the cab. We stopped for burgers in Lubbock, gassed up, and continued on with Larry driving and Joe in shotgun.

It was late when we got to Albuquerque. We rented a room with two queen beds. I wasn't real happy with this arrangement but getting a single would have cost close to two hundred dollars. It was decided that since Joe and Bob were the smaller guys, they and I would share one bed, while Larry and Jaime shared the other bed. We dressed for bed. I had a long flannel nightgown while the guys wore boxers and 'T's. Everybody was pretty tired from ten hours in a pickup so we went to sleep pretty quickly.

I woke up in the middle of the night with Bob's arm around me and his erect pecker poking my butt. He seemed to be asleep but I tried to lift his arm off me as it was uncomfortably close to my 36C's. The disturbance woke Joe up and he turned over and tried to kiss me. I averted that but not his hand between my legs. Bob was fully awake now and grabbed a boob with each hand. I tried to remove Joe's hand which he took as an opportunity to succeed in kissing me. I don't know what it was. I liked Bob and Joe although I didn't know them well. I was still half asleep. I hadn't ever been in a threesome. Anyway, the guys were getting me quite excited. Soon, Joe was kissing me while rubbing my buttock and my pussy while Bob was massaging my tits and kissing the back of my neck. I quit resisting and just enjoyed the ride. The overall effect of four hands and two mouths working me over was almost irresistible. At least I wasn't resisting much.

Soon they had me moaning and groaning. I was feeling good, and I didn't complain when Joe started pulling my gown up around my waist. He resumed kissing me and started fingering me with one finger. I knew I was seeping and soon he went to two fingers. Now I was embracing him and kissing him back. Bob continued kissing the back of my neck while giving me a pretty good nipple and areola run. Suddenly, I felt my arousal accelerating, and I went over the top, shouting, "Oh, Yes, Lord! Oh Yes!"

That was a mistake. Things started happening very rapidly after that. Joe and Bob pulled my gown over my head. Jamie turned on the night table light. Larry sat up in bed. I was doubly embarrassed to be naked with four guys looking at me. I pulled my hands back to shield my breasts from eight male eyes. Joe took that opportunity to stick his cock in me, and he began to pump in and out over and over. I wanted to resist. I wasn't a virgin except with respect to sex with spectators. But with Bob behind me rubbing my tits, I couldn't resist Joe's assault. Then I became vaguely aware that Bob was spitting on his dick.

I thought, 'What on earth is that numbskull doing?' I soon found out he was preparing to assault my virgin ass. It was very uncomfortable at first somewhat offsetting the pleasure I was getting from Joe's frontal assault, but soon the back door activity was supplementing the front very well and I started cumming continually, I think I was coming on every third or fourth stroke, but I'm not sure, because I was having a bit of sensory overload, having never felt such pleasure before. My moans and groans and verbal cries were broadcasting to all within hearing distance that I was having a peak sexual experience. I must have come twelve or fifteen times before both guys ejaculated filling up two of my holes.

I wanted to just lie there and enjoy the afterglow, but Larry and Jaime had other ideas. Both were naked and fully aroused, and they were pulling on Joe and Bob to clear the decks for further action. I fussed a little bit, but unperturbed Larry stuck what I thought was a rather large prick into my pussy, while Jaime was trying to balance things out by penetrating my asshole. I was the principal entertainment for my four new friends for about two hours, and five satiated students went back to sleep.

Jaime woke us up the next morning telling us we only had about thirty minutes to grab the free breakfast provided by the motel. We dressed minimally, pretty much shorts, 'T's, and flip-flops and gorged on the free breakfast. Back in the room, Joe suggested we all call our parents and spend most of the day in bed, specifically my bed. I am ashamed to admit it, but I found that to be a really hot idea, and needed hardly any encouragement to strip, lie on the bed, and spread my legs. Joe went down on me and in literally no time, I was having my first orgasm of the post-breakfast session.

Joe then announced that he wanted my ass. Larry quickly laid on the bed his little man totally ready for action. I impaled myself on his dick, and almost immediately felt Joe's cock penetrating my ass. I was in fine form. I have no idea how many times I orgasmed, but there was absolutely no doubt but that this was by far the greatest sexual experience of my young life. I must have come close to a hundred times in the next two hours. Finally, I told the guys, "I have to have a break. I can't cum anymore."

Larry said, "That's fair. Let's decided what we're going to do. My suggestion is we buy some beer, pay for another night here, and tell our parents that we're going to be a day late because Joe's truck popped a belt and it wasn't in stock, or something like that."

Joe added, "I think that's a great plan if Sam agrees. I've had fan belt trouble with my truck before, so that's a credible excuse for being late getting home. Sam?"

I admitted, "Guys, this is the best sexual experience of my entire life. I'm not all that experienced, but I'm all in on having a day of rest and relaxation as long as you guys give me a break now and then."

Jaime said, "This is the best sex I've even had, too. I vote for getting some beer and giving Sam a two- or three hour-break."

I interjected, "Maybe a three or four hour break. I can see myself sleeping until lunch."

Bob added, "I could take a short nap myself."

We decided to buy beer, and have a couple of beers, take a nap, and have a late lunch. Joe also suggested that for the rest of the trip, expenses be split four ways, instead of five, and the guys were unanimous on that.

The after lunch session was just as good as the earlier sessions, and my repertoire expanded to include spit-roasting and air tight. After another nap, we went out to dinner. We then prepared for a night out, including a sexual warm up and then we tasted Albuquerque's night life. In my opinion, it wasn't as good as Austin's but we may have missed the best clubs.

Everybody seemed really revved up after the drinking and dancing and we had a three hour session before going to sleep. We slept until seven. Then I took care of the guys' morning woodies. After breakfast we hit the road and got to Salt Lake a day late, but with everyone smiling broadly.

After Thanksgiving we left Salt Lake on Friday, saying we had to get back to Austin to study. Perhaps we should have followed that plan, but it was a unanimous decision to lay over in Albuquerque for attitude improvement. Back in Austin, we partied pretty much every Saturday night until the end of the semester. We found a three bedroom apartment for the Spring Semester and I had one bedroom which was where an inordinate amount of sexual activity took place, while the guys paired up in the other bedrooms - Larry and Jaime in one bedroom and Joe and Bob in the other.

We all dated outside of the apartment's denizens, but for all of us eighty or ninety percent of our activity took place in the apartment with our apartment mates. During our first semester together I added many one-on-one positions to my sexual repertoire as well as double vaginal and double anal penetrations.

The only change during our sophomore and junior years was that we became less insular in both our social and sexual interactions, although all of us were still having the majority of our intercourse with our apartment mates.

In our senior year I met Rafael Brooks. He had grown up a Unitarian so he had different ideas on a lot of things. On our second date I told him about my living arrangements. He had a hard time with it at first but finally decided that he could keep an open mind on it. He had asked a lot of questions at first, like 'Do you have sex with all four guys?' 'How many guys at a time?' and 'Do you party with all four guys?'

He seemed a little uncomfortable with some of my answers, but seemed to adjust, given a little bit of time.

I told him that we were all good friends and didn't get jealous when one of us had a date with someone from outside the apartment. Rafe seemed to have the most difficulty with believing there was no jealousy. I told him I would take him by the apartment, introduce him to the guys, and then he could judge for himself.

He also seemed a little uncomfortable with our financial arrangement. I paid a fifth of the rent and almost nothing for the utilities, including internet, and groceries.

For our third date, I took him to the apartment for a communal dinner. He was a little uncomfortable at first but my roommates went out of the way to make him feel comfortable. We had our usual lively dinnertime conversation and he told me that he was very impressed. No negative vibes. The acid test was when I asked him if he would like to hang out in my 'room' for a while. He sat on my rocking chair, while I sat on my queen-sized bed.

I shocked him a little when I asked him if he would prefer my sitting in his lap or would he join me in my bed. He wisely chose the bed. He was a little shocked when I pulled the upper bed clothes onto the floor. He was even more shocked when I told him the bed is now naked, why don't we join the bed. When I started taking my clothes off, he finally got with the program. I started licking and sucking his cock and balls as soon as he was in the bed, and soon he was ready for the kind of action I had in mind.

Rafe was a fantastic lover. He started off licking my labia while fondling my clit with one hand and my buttocks with the other. He soon had me feeling incredible and rapacious. I came the first time when he gently bit my clit. The second time I came from a combination of clit-sucking and G-spot touching with his fingers. He then began penetrating me with a very respectable seven-plus inch cock. I was so ready when he began thrusting himself in and out that I was soon calling out, "Oh! Harder! Oh! Harder!" He did as I asked and I had a great orgasm. I kissed him deeply, and then he began stroking me again. I felt the delicious sliding of his manhood along my love canal walls and soon I again was begging for more, culminating a few minutes later with another convulsive climax. Physically he wasn't any better than my roommates, maybe not as good as when they DPed me, but from the beginning there was a different sort of emotional connection. I didn't think it was love but it was a potent combination of attraction to, liking, and lusting for another person. He continued pounding me to two more climaxes, the last one brought on by him spurting a large amount of semen into me, splashing against the sides of my vagi.

I kissed him and embraced him, telling him, "That was very good, lover!"

He kissed me back and said, "I think that was mostly you, but whoever it was, I would say it was very; very, good. "As I continued our kissing, I told him, "Maybe, it was even very, very, very good.""

He replied, "I'll go with that, provided we do it again! "

I asked, "Would you like a beer or something?"

He said, "Perhaps a beer and something!"

I told him, "I'll get the beer, since the guys are used to seeing me nude."

He responded, "Okay!"

I could tell he was a little taken aback by my lack of modesty in front of my male roommates. As I left the bed, I commented, "They've seen this before!"

I was hoping I had hooked him. I knew he had hooked me.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator. Joe and Jaime were seated in the living area and gave me a thumbs up apiece. I stuck my tongue out at them and scurried back into my bedroom. I couldn't help myself; I liked this guy a lot. He gave me a kiss, thanking me for my beer run. We sat together with our thighs touching a beer in one hand and gently stroking a thigh with the other.

By the time we finished our beers we were ready to go again. I don't know if this time was better or worse than the time before, but it was very, very, very good. I could sense that he was ready to leave, so I didn't press him to stay the night. With malice aforethought, I walked him to the door, still nude, the aftereffects of our love making seeping down my legs. I gave him a big kiss and embrace at the door, and he was gone.

I joined Joe and Jaime on the sofa in the living room and asked them what did they think.

Joe said, "It's not what I think, it's what you think. I can tell, he's a contender."

Jaime joked with me, "Sam's got a boyfriend! Sam's got a boyfriend!"

I confessed, "I guess I have five now."

Jaime asked, "Do you have anything less for two of your old boyfriends?"

I said, "Perhaps." I got up and like two eager puppies they followed me into my bedroom.

For a few minutes, they made me forget about Rafe. However, I knew in my heart of hearts, Rafe was the one. If I was lucky I might get fifty or sixty years out of him. I still had to be a little careful with him. I think there were still a few things that he knew but he didn't know. Things that I had told him but he hadn't quite processed yet. At some point he would have to, at a minimum, watch me get DPed. Then he would understand about me living with my four studs.

Rafe

Sam was the most amazing woman I had ever met. Possibly she wasn't the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Possibly she wasn't the smartest woman I had ever meant. However, she was smarter than any woman that I had met that was prettier and prettier than any woman that I had met that was smarter. In addition, she was the most unconventional woman I had ever met. I had never met a woman that lived with more than one guy and she lived with four and slept with all of them unless she was just yanking my chain. On top of that she was by far the most sexiest woman I had ever met.

The first night we made love was at her place and some of her roommates were sitting in the living area. They didn't even raise an eyebrow when she walked me to the door without a stitch on. The worst part is that I wasn't more than fifteen minutes away from her place before I wanted to turn around and go back. Sure I was already hard and wanted to screw some more, but I also just wanted to be with her, to see that slightly crooked smile, to hear that raucous laugh. I could tell I was falling for her. I just hoped that my feelings were reciprocated.

Over the next few weeks I spent a lot of time at her place. Finally, she asked if I would like to party with her and her four roommates. I asked her what she meant.

She replied, "When we party, we play hard, and we drink hard. As far as sex is concerned, anything goes. While you are giving it to me good, I may be blowing one of my roommates while the others watch and wait for their turn." She saw my look of dismay. She added, "Look, I really like you, Rafe. I enjoy my roommates but not as much as I enjoy you. I've been up front with you about what we do when the door is closed. You're the only one I would stop seeing them for. Do you want me to stop seeing them?"

I told her, "I do and I don't. I don't think it would be right for me to step in the middle right now. However, at some point, I would expect you to stop seeing them. I haven't figured out yet what that point is. I know it's before we get married, and that it's not now. That's not much of an answer, but I think it's the best I can give right now."

She said, "Damn it, Rafe! I love you! I'll do whatever you want. If I stop seeing them, you won't ever see me get DPed. But maybe you don't want to see that."

I replied, "Do you want me to party with you and your guys?"

She responded, "It's part of who I am now, but it may not be who I am as we get more involved."

I suggested, "We're pretty involved now!"

She seemed to think a minute, then, "You're right, but It's a big step to tell them it's over."

I considered things a minute, and explained, "I've been thinking that next semester you could move in with me. That might be the time to stop playing with them!"

I told her, "There's two important factors involved: how committed I am to you, and how committed you are to me."

She then said, "Things can always change, but I feel like that's what I want - one hundred percent!"

I answered, "Let's do it!"

Sam

In the run-up to the new semester I was still playing with the guys, when Rafe and I didn't go out or when we called it an early night. Sometimes, I would just do one or two of them in the afternoon before meeting up with Rafe. All five of us knew that we were on borrowed time.

In mid-December we went back to Salt Lake and had our last party in Albuquerque. In early January, Rafe and I were exchanging visits with both sets of parents. For the Spring Semester Rafe and I were living together. We would occasionally visit my four friends and former lovers but we only socialized. Just before Spring Break Rafe proposed and I accepted and almost immediately embarked on a mission to see if I could fuck him to death. He hung in and I decided to show my appreciation of his many virtues in less lethal ways.

We married right after graduation and got jobs in Dallas. We both were earning well and with a little help from our parents were able to move into a starter home. Rafe was doing well enough that we decided to both start a family and let me become a stay-at-home mom. Cathy came first, then Rafey, and with Julia we decided to stop the parade. Soon, it was eleven years since we got married, and Julia was in pre-K, while Cathy and Rafey were in elementary school. I started back to work. A few years later and after a couple of promotions, I was sent to a conference in Salt Lake and decided to call the guys. I found out that all four were happily married with children. However, all four wanted to get together with me for a reunion. We were running out of time but they did come to see me at the airport. They unanimously agreed that they wanted to have a real reunion, meaning one where we recreated the good time we had in our apartment. At first, I was completely against it, but later I decided that I liked the idea. The more I thought about the more I wanted to feel their cocks inside me once more. The one barrier was how Rafe would take it. I finally sat him down after the kids had gone to bed and asked him how he felt about us having a 'no-holds-barred' reunion.

Thanksgiving in Albuquerque

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