Ecstasy 2

Ecstasy 2

This is my wife’s second story, in pretty much her words but written by me. (She’s such a lazy bitch!)
We had so much fun writing the last story together we thought we do it again. It takes us ages to write these as we get horny as she describes the events. We inevitably end up fucking or with her between my legs under the table sucking as I type. Even as I write this I can feel my cock stiffening and we haven’t even started yet!
Okay, over to Steff.

This story took place about 3 months before the events of my first story when I fucked with my friend and her boyfriend. This time was my first ever experience with a threesome and because of that it might seem a little tame compared to some of the other stories on this site and possibly a bit short. We are not porn stars however and this is what happened. It was pretty amazing at the time I can assure you, for me anyway. This story, as the last, involved the use of the drug ecstasy. It was a pretty large part of my life then and I used it most weekends.

For those of you haven’t ‘used’ before here is a definition;
Ecstasy, also known as “E” or “X” is a stimulant drug that is chemically related to mescaline and amphetamine and is used illicitly for its euphoric and hallucinogenic effects; it was formerly used in psychotherapy but in 1985 it was declared illegal in the United States; “MDMA is often used at parties because it enables partygoers to remain active for long periods of time”
When taking ecstasy I experienced euphoria, and overwhelming feeling of love for my fellow partygoers as well as all the other feelings associated with being “high”.
My skin was very sensitive and being touched and hugged felt incredibly good. After a few hours as the immediate strong effects started to wean I’d get horny, very horny.

The other word I use in the story is “rush”. This defined as;
“The intensely pleasurable sensation experienced immediately after use of a stimulant or a mind-altering drug.”
I have tried to find a good description of an ‘ecstasy rush’ but have been unable. I guess it’s one of those things you just have to experience for yourself. Chemically it’s a release of endorphins and it hits you like a wave of extreme pleasure. It could be so extreme that it would make your teeth chatter and your body shiver with all your hairs standing on end as your vision blurred and you felt as good as you could without actually cumming.

Right, on with my tale; When I was about 15 and my body developed and suddenly (it seemed) I had these enormous knockers (36D) and lots of attention from boys. I became a bit slutty I guess and have remained that way ever since. I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing, providing it’s kept in check. At this tender age and all through my teenage years however, I did many things that I’m not very proud of. I lost my virginity in my last year of school. (A very unimpressive fumble and 2 thrust fuck.) Running with a rebellious crowd I started smoking at 16, drinking alcohol then smoking weed followed by speed then acid and finally coke and ecstasy in the space of 5 years. Even before the drugs I would drop my knickers pretty quickly and wouldn’t think twice about screwing someone on night I met them. As I said, I’m not proud.

At the time of this story I had a boyfriend that I’d been with off and on with for a couple of years. His name was Paul he was a couple of years older than me and he shared a house with his best friend Steve. They were bang into raving and all the drugs I have just mentioned, barely managing to hold down their jobs, they lived for the weekend.
Paul & I had a very volatile relationship, fighting like cats and dogs one minute and fucking like rabbits the next. We were very passionate but it was never going to last the distance. Paul & Steve had been best mates since they were young kids and were inseparable. Paul was a slim guy, 5ft 10”, good looking with a wicked sense of humour. He had an average 7” uncut cock. Steve was a bigger guy, 6ft and heavier without being fat. They both used free weights and were hard and toned. A corner of the living room was set aside for the weight bench and they worked out every day. Steve was a good looking blond with his long hair always tied in a ponytail, very popular at the time. He was seeing a girl called Mandy but he wouldn’t say she was his girlfriend, more of a regular fuck. Mandy and I hung out as the boys were always together but we weren’t best friends or anything. She had told me that Steve had a nice thick cock that was about 8” long and that they had great sex. I found myself fancying Steve a bit, we spent so much time together and both of us enjoyed flirting playfully.
In bed Paul and I enjoyed experimenting. We had some toys, a 7” vibrating dildo, and we’d tried some light bondage, tying each other up to the bed and he’d bought me some lovely lingerie. Paul got me into porn, he had some VHS tapes and we’d watch them in his bedroom getting ideas from them and copying the on screen antics. This was in the days before the nasty hard-core of today… Paul loved it when I tied him to the bed and talked dirty and played with myself teasing him mercilessly as his cock swelled and twitched. He also liked the 69 position on our sides, I’d suck him as he pushed a dildo into me and he liked to ask,
“Who’s cock do you wish this was?”
”Steve’s” I’d reply. That really got him going.
That game really sowed the seeds to what followed next.

It was the weekend, Saturday night and Paul, Steve and I were going to a Rave night at a club. Mandy couldn’t go for a reason that escapes me now. We’d meet up with more friends when we there. We had a good night, Paul and I didn’t fight and we both took a couple of E’s. We’d danced all night, Paul loved the attention I got in my tiny red dress, my tits were busting out of the front and my ass cheeks and panties were displayed as I spun on the dance floor. By the end of the night we were sweaty and high. After the final track was played and the night ended we were invited to a party which was pretty normal for us. Paul wanted to go, he still had a pill left and was keen to carry on. I on the other hand was as horny as fuck and felt sweaty and dirty. I just wanted to go home and take a quick shower and get fucked hard by my man. I pulled him close to me and squeezed his crotch through his jeans.
“No party babe, take me home and I’ll fuck you until morning, I promise you won’t regret it.”
Paul looked down at me and looking up at him I licked my lips seductively and kissed him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth, squeezing and rubbing his bulge. I felt his dick twitch and he responded to my kiss by putting his hands up under my dress and squeezing my ass. My dress rode up exposing my tiny panties to the crowd. We looked into each other’s eyes and I knew I had him.

Paul was driving that night (yes, very dangerous I know) and dropped Steve at the party which was about half an hour’s drive from their house.
“See ya later guys, have fun” Steve winked as he got out of the car.
I climbed into the front seat next to Paul and as he pulled away, hitched my little red dress up around my waist. Parting my thighs I placed my heels on the car dashboard and looked at Paul who glanced at me and gaped.
“Jesus babe!” He gasped.
I’d removed my panties when I was in the back of the car on my own and already made myself wet playing with myself. Saying nothing and keeping my eyes on Paul I ran a finger down my slit and dipped it into my pussy. Paul struggled to keep the car on the road as he watched me push my middle finger in. I knew he wanted to reach across but he was driving a standard UK manual drive car which meant he had to keep changing gear.
I was feeling very aroused and sliding my finger out found my clit and rubbed, an exaggerated porn film moan of pleasure escaping my lips as I closed my eyes.
“Hmnnnnn.”
I kept this up for 10 minutes until I was panting as I fingered myself and rubbed my swollen clitty. Looking across at Paul, his eyes stared at my cunt with dilated pupils occasionally glancing at the road.
“Do you want to fuck this juicy cunt?” I asked him.
Paul nodded furiously and reached down to rub his cock through his jeans.
“You want to stick your big hard cock into my tight wet pussy?”
“Yeeeees.” Paul groaned.
“Keep driving.” I instructed as I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans.
Paul managed to shuffle on his seat enough for me tug his jeans down a bit and free his cock which sprang up hard as a rock. With one hand I resumed playing with myself and with the other I grabbed Paul’s dick and pulled his foreskin down hard. Paul grunted and I could feel him swell in my fist. I began to wank him slowly as I rubbed my clit and both of us moaned gently.
With about 5 minutes of journey left I leant over and took him into my mouth and my head was bobbing up and down in his lap as he pulled up outside his house.

Paul’s hands were all over me as we entered the house; as soon as the door closed behind us he pulled my dress up and over my head throwing it to one side, leaving me in my lacy bra and fuck me pumps. Pulling me to him he kissed me hard, his hand between my legs, fingers probing.
“Whoa, hold on honey, there’s plenty of time, I need a shower and so do you.