1+3=17
Max was always trouble. He was fun, sexy, and steamy trouble most days, but one particular summer Saturday night Max's lusty trouble turned into my most mortifying sexual experience. I use the word "mortifying" loosely because it was also pretty funny, and left me with an awesome sex story to tell for the rest of my life.
Max and I used to be friends with lots of great benefits. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Unkempt black locks of hair, full black beard and mustache that begged to be suffocated between my thighs, 6'3" with cocky confidence that made him seem 7 feet tall. He was Ecuadorian and Latin men are my weakness. His toasted caramel complexion, mischievous smirk and baritone voice could only be better if there were two of him. And then I met Max's brother, Pablo. There were two of him. Delicious.
"Lydie, have you met Pablo? He's my less attractive little brother." Max always had jokes, and he knew before I said one word that Pablo was exactly my type of man. If Max was my type, Pablo was too. They were nearly identical aside from Max being 30 years old and Pablo being 21. I was smack in the middle of their ages so I could go easily take either one of them.
Max's eyes twinkled with trouble as he whispered in my ear with his hot breath. "You look like you're in the mood for a 2-for-1 special." I melted and tingled in all the right places. I'd never considered being the star of a threesome show, but double Max sounded like a great time. I was game as soon as the words escaped his wet, juicy lips. I bit the right side of my bottom pink lip, pouted ever so slightly, and nodded one time. We were back at Max's apartment before I could utter the words, "Yes please."
The details of Lydie becoming the ultimate center of attention are mouthwatering and yum yum yummy, but this is a story about trouble. Sometime after I lost my humility and became the most hedonistic version of myself that's ever existed, mid-tussle with Max and Younger-Also-Gorgeous Max, there was a knock on the door.
Max's eyes danced and sparkled with wicked devilishness. He knew who was at the door. Max and Pablo have even younger brother. Now there's triplets in the room, and they all worshiped me.
"Lydie, have you met Juanito? He's my youngest brother, and he just graduated from high school in June. Do you think he deserves a little graduation present?" Max teased me with his tongue and persuasive words simultaneously. I was game as soon as the words reverberated across my wet, juicy lips. I silently consented as I pushed Max's head away from my pleasure center and smacked Pablo's taut tan ass a little harder than I expected.
"What kind of graduation gifts would you like tonight, Juan?" My question was obviously rhetorical because this sweaty summer night was about me, not the world's sexiest trio of erect naughty brothers.
I crossed the bedroom in three sensual naked strides with confidence akin to Jenna Jameson. I hotly nuzzled Juan's neck just behind his right earlobe, lifted his black shirt, and lightly tongued the tender skin between his belly button and boxers. I open-mouth kissed the hidden bulge growing beneath his zipper and loosened his belt with ease.
I looked up at Juan as I kneeled and liberated his pulsating youth. My gentle hands warmed him up and just before I opened my mouth...I realized something was amiss.
"Wait." My hands stopped in their generous tracks. "How old are you, Juan?" Uh oh.
"Seventeen." He quietly mumbled, still enjoying himself and lost in the lust to come.
"Oh fuck. Oh no. Dammit Max." Max has always been trouble.
So that was the end of that super sexy summer night. No jailbait boys for me, thank you.
Just kidding; not the end of the night at all. I kicked Juan out of the bedroom, belly laughed with Max and Pablo for misbehaving, and spent another few hours in ecstacy.