This happened a few years ago, but I still remember it vividly, and often masturbate to the memories. In a sense, though we didn’t know it at the time, it was also the beginning of a whole new life. L. came around. She’s a tall, outrageous, sexy woman, but since Sweet is straight and at this point we hadn't began swinging, yet, things never went beyond teasing and innuendos, okay and a few snogs. (evenings with L would always leave us very horny, though, and we'd have sex for hours as soon as she'd leave). Anyway, this particular evening we decided to call in a pizza delivery. The 40 or so minutes it took for the man to arrive, was 40 minutes spent drinking wine, teasing, hinting and giggling. We were all more frisky than usual, and very soon the topic was – what’ll the delivery boy be like? And how much sex do they get, delivering food to desperate housewives and girls’ nights in. The idea really caught on, with more and more ideas as to what we could say and what we'd do when he got here, so by the time the doorbell rang we were at a point of decision - 'Are we just going to talk about it?' Now, Sweet and I have had our crazy games, but never shared with a friend, before. Bu we also knew it was bound to happen soon, we’ve spoken about it often enough. Anyway, all three of us went to get the door. in ‘high spirits’? More like ‘kinky spirits’. He looked like he must reasonably fit, but we couldn’t see much of his face so Sweet asked him to remove his helmet as L. practically dragged him in. As I closed the door, I suddenly thought – what if the guy freaks out? Well, I guess they must be less paranoid where he comes from because he was smiling. And he was handsome. Black hair, nice skin, lovely smile. It was time to put our proposition to him - much giggling, you do it, no you do it - anyway, I grabbed the bull by the... horns and produced three matchsticks. 'For your tip, why don't you draw? Whoever owns that matchstick, will give you a blow job.' The guy looked at me, clearly thinking his English has failed him. I looked back. Yep, we are serious. L and Sweet were helping by looking at him in a way that left no room for doubt. he looked at me again - 'There are three matches.' 'Yes, I say, three matches.' He smiled a bit nervously. 'Are you sure?' I just smiled. and the girls started laughing and feeling me up. He looked at me, at the girls, at me again, then just said 'OK.' No it wasn't my matchstick (and, yes, I was tempted to lie - he was scrummy), but there was no way Sweet would have let me take her place. She kneeled down in front of him and started unzipping his bike overalls. L, probably a bit disappointed for having lost, started helping eagerly. I felt an erection coming on already and sat on the bottom step (we were still in the hallway). In no time Sweet had his dick out. Some dicks are big, other small, fat, or downright ugly. This one was beautiful. It was a piece of art. Except it wasn’t quite hard yet, not properly (can’t blame the poor guy for being nervous). L leapt in – hang on, you can’t take him like that, he’s not ready.’ Sweet had no problem with it, of course, but L did. ‘No, no, he must be ready. I’ll get him ready for you.’ And she did – the guys dick just disappeared inside L’s mouth. we didn’t see him for a good while, but when it popped out it was one strong, happy cock, I can tell you that. And it was shining from L’s saliva (and probably his precum, too). ‘Now, you can have him – said L, but I’ll have his balls, as a reward.’ And so the girls started working on the ‘poor’ delivery boy. Sweet was sucking and licking and nibbling and tugging and loving it, whilst L kept cupping his magnificent balls, and rubbing them, and pulling them carefully but firmly, and then sucking each one in turn… For a while, I just sat there, wanking leisurely, not quite believing we’re actually doing this - first time to see Sweet with another man’s dick in her mouth, first time to see sexy L giving a blowjob – by now Sweet decided to swap places with her and took to the balls whilst L swallowed pizza boy, again. It was heaven. For a while. But then, I felt I want more. My experiences with men, up to this point are just a few teenage confusions, but this guy was so handsome – manly and gentle in equal measures. I found myself getting up and walk up to him. I started by unbuttoning his shirt, then took it off. Then helped him out of his trousers and pants (the greedy women were happy just to pull them down) and there he was – young, handsome, tight-assed in the nicest, sexiest possible way. I don’t know when I became aware of my hands caressing him – his back, his assglobes. The guy just shivered and carried on breathing heavily. He was so far gone, he wouldn’t know how to complain. His nipples were fab – pert and firm and salty from sweat. I just had to kneel down. I had to get a good hold of that pelvis. I had to have a lick of those assglobes. I had to bite into that muscle. And there we were, three wanton people worshipping a pizza boy. A very sexy pizza boy. It was time to take turns. Literally. We just turned around – me in front and the girls to the back. Sweet made him spread his legs further and lubricated her finger (but I was already envious of the boy). L made it clear I can have the cock only if she helps me guide it into my mouth. Fine, I’ll be helped, whatever, just give it to me. The firmness of it. The way it filled my mouth. The way my lips fitted just past the ridge of his head – it was meant to be. Then the taste - his precum and Sweet’s saliva - it was finally happening!!! L. leaned in and we started sharing the cock – licking the full length from two sides and then meeting for a full on wet kiss at the tip – what a fabulous sensation – I was snogging L, but it wasn’t just our tongues in our mouths. Sweet, finally took pity on me, she lied down and took my cock in her mouth, with us three towering over her. It was never going to last as long as we would have wanted it to. ‘I come now.’ said the boy, and the three of us panicked, we quickly lined up in front of him, with mouths open like baby birds in a nest, all hoping for a bit of spunk. And we promptly got it! We got it everywhere – the guy must not have come in a week, there was so much of it. It was snowing, sent to us with love from the heaven of the pizza god. The boy left, too blessed to be embarrassed; the girls finished me off, lovingly, gratefully; Sweet and I didn’t order another pizza for a while, until we decided, okay, it really is time to give this swinging thing a go. Alas, the pizza boy must have gone home by then. I wonder if he remembers us the way we remember him.