The Vermont Story: 3 Brothers & White Girl — A Crazy Weekend

cw: sex, Tinder, 3somes, 4somes, white boys, queerness
Vermont Story (AKA the story that got me added to this group):
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I was working out in the middle of buttfucc nowhere, Western Massachusetts for 8 weeks with a crew of people that I did not like AT ALL. Obviously, this means no sexy time for me. It was the Friday of week 7 and I was NOT going to spend another weekend staring at my ceiling. So, I do what anyone would do: I hop on Tinder. I meet up with a cute boy and he agrees to come save me from my Massachusetts hell hole. I dress myself up in a grey Iron man crop top, a high-waisted black and white rollerskate skirt, white knee highs, and chucks. My hair is up in pigtails with a face of dark makeup. I look sexy school girl goth with red undergarments.

Tinder boy picks me up and we go to dinner. We leave my campus around 9p. He is very tall (maybe 6’4″), foreign Black (either Jamaica or Haiti), and is a former soccer player turned chef. He tells me about how he came to the States with his brothers. He loves his mother and his brothers more than anything in the world. “I don’t have a best friend. I have my brothers.” We get done with dinner and he asks me if I want to go back to his hotel or go back to my campus. I DEFINITELY do not want to go back to campus, so I go to his hotel. We are Netflix and chilling when he puts his hand on my thigh. He is kissing me and rubbing his thumb against my clit. I cum real quick. {It’s been a while} Next thing, I remember, I’m waking up. It’s 4:30am. The tv is still on and Tinder Boy is sitting next to me. He notices I’m awake. I apologize for passing out on him. He is not happy. I roll over into his lap, all cute and sexy-like (Neither of us got to do the sex, which was obviously the goal) He stops me. “I have work at 6. I can either take you back to campus right now or I can take you to my house and my brother can take you home when he wakes up.” I DEFINITELY do not want to go back to campus, why not have an adventure?

We go back to his house and, before we go in, he says to me “be careful of White Boy. He loves Black girls.” there is a puppy!!! I go over to the puppy kennel and start playing with the dog. He gets ready for work and leaves. It’s just me and the pupper…or so I thought. A grungy looking white boy pulls the covers off his head and says “hey beautiful.” He smells like alcohol and I notice the army of bottles on the table. I add mine to the stash. I start talking to white boy. We start taking shots, because why not? We are two shots in–he woke up still drunk from the night before, so he obviously is in worse shape than me–and a boy comes down from upstairs. By this point, we had put on music and I’m dancing with white boy trying to grab my ass and flip up my skirt. I’m having fun with the attention. The boy who came down the stairs introduces himself as Pat and immediately asks if he knows me from somewhere. I assure him I’m not from the area. Pat and White boy and I take another shot and I dare White Boy to finish the bottle. I am coaxing him and using my feminine charms to get him to take more shots. Pat starts making promises for me. “She’ll flash you her bra…take her shirt off if you take another shot.” White Boy keeps falling for this, while I keep telling him I’m not going to make good on promises I never made. At this point, White Boy can’t seem to remember my name and is slapping at my ass everytime I walk by. White Boy taps out with two more shots left in the bottle, returning to his position on the couch. I’m in Pat’s lap, straddling him–he somehow managed to get the lapdance he had promises to white boy–and we take the last two shots. I miss my mouth and have some alcohol on my chest. Pat licks the alcohol from between my breasts–I had taken my top off earlier–and up my neck and kisses me. White Boy snores loudly. I laugh. He whispers: “Why don’t we go upstairs?”

I go upstairs with Pat and we are in his room. He sits down on the bed and I kiss him, pushing him back onto the bed. I pull off his shirt–he has rock hard abs. He’s 21, a bit shorter than myself, and a unemployed soccer player with dreams of being a personal trainer. I undo his belt and his abs aren’t the only thing that’s rock hard. I struggle to free the beast from its polyester prison and take a moment to admire the cock in front of me. I’ve never had so much trouble swallowing a dick before. Pat was far from gentle. By the time I was done getting acquainted with his cock, there were tears and mascara and spit all over my face and his cock was glistening. He pulls my face up to his and kisses me, smearing the mess all over both of us before handing me a towel. He tells me I give the best head he’s ever had. He asks me if I want to ride him. I’m hesitant. He says “You’re dripping on my leg” I look down and see that my kitty has been drooling on this man’s shin for a while, based on the puddle. I climb on top and again, I’ve never had so much trouble taking dick in my life. I’m a novice to riding, but he grabs my hips and manages to manhandle me in a way that feels absolutely amazing. At that point in my sexual career, I couldn’t cum when on top–this is no longer the case–so he grabs my waist with one hand and uses the other to flip us over. He puts one of my legs in the crook of his elbow and slow strokes until my nails are in his back. Then he turns it up and fucks me until his bed is soaked. Just before he came, he put his hand around my throat. Dirty talk and slow strong thrusts get both of us to come.

***CONDOMS WERE USED*** When we are done, I ask for a towel. He says “You want to shower?” I say “I meant for this *points between my legs* but yea, a shower would be nice.” He laughs, gets me a towel, points out the bathroom, and asks me if I like eggs. Apparently, both cooking and soccer run in the family he’s about to make me breakfast.

I’m in the shower. It smells like man soap and my legs are still shaking. Fairly uneventful. When I got out of the shower, I’m standing in front of the bathroom mirror, realizing I don’t have a toothbrush or a change of clothes. I grab the mouthwash. Blahblahblah. Point is, I’m naked. The door swings open and I see a man walk in, obviously just woke up. This man is apparently the third brother. Tall, dark, obviously older. He is a tall, dark, and handsome, quiet type. I blush and grab my towel, flustered. He smiles, says “hey,” motions to the toilet. I leave so he can pee. Put on my skirt and bra and my Iron Man shirt. Go downstairs. Have a beautiful breakfast of omelettes, waffles, and orange juice.

After breakfast, TDH (Tall, Dark, and Handsome) takes me to my campus to get a change of clothes. I grab enough supplies to last the weekend. (Fuck you think I am, crazy? Of course I’m staying the weekend) We go play basketball at the local gym. TDH is an amazing ball player and also has an amazing body. He is a semi pro soccer player. I’m guarding him through most of the game, so I get up close and personal with his sweaty body. The aggression and sexual tension melt together to create an energy that, coupled with the fact that I had to sit on his lap the car ride home–small car, made it difficult to concentrate. The fact that he didn’t acknowledge the stiff boner underneath me only made it worse.

When we got home, I head upstairs to shower. I’m stripping off my clothes and I hear a knock on the door. TDH. “Can I join you?” He’s already naked, his cock standing at full attention. I glance down, then retreat to the shower, tossing a casual “sure” over my shoulder. I start to wash myself off and I ask him to wash my back. He rubs my shoulders and my makes his way down to the small of my back, moving his hands around my waist and over my hips. He starts to rub my ass, moving his finger between my cheeks, getting dangerously close to my hole. I push his hand away, turning around and saying “that’s not my back” I look him up and down. His body is dripping, his cock spanning the distance between us. It bounces slightly with the amount of blood that has rushed to fill his erection. I push down on his cock and watch it bounce up, playfully. I touch him again, this time from the bottom, running my index finger over his frenulum and watching his shudder as a small gasp escapes his mouth. I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke him. I love the face made when the pleasure one has been awaiting for so long is realized. He reaches out to grab my breast. I push his hand away. “Behind your back” He obediently puts both of his hands behind my back while i continue to stroke his cock. I can feel him getting harder and beginning to pulse. I can tell he’s close. So, I do what anyone would do: I stop. I grab his balls, massage them. I run through this routine twice, maybe three times. Each time, I get him closer to finishing. I can feel my own body heating up from more than just the shower as shudders of pleasure run through me as well. My kitty contracts and pulses each time he lets out a frustrated gasp when I release his hard pulsing cock.

I move towards him so his cock is between my thighs–thick thighs save lives. He is thrusting his cock between my thighs, grabbing my ass. He fucks the space between my thighs, wet and slick from the water and my own kitty juices, like he is trying to fuck my begging pussy. His breath is rough and ragged. I can almost feel the grunts come up from his chest as he gets closer to his desperately needed orgasm. I obviously am not going to let him waste a perfectly good load on the shower floor. I pull away from him and he grabs me, pulling me back to him. He lifts one leg up off the ground, leaning my weight against the shower wall. He rubs his hard cock up and down against my pussy lips. I’m whimpering, unable to make words, clearly no longer in control. He lifts my other leg so he is now holding me between him and the shower wall. He slids his cock into my pussy, pushing a few times before he can make it past the swollen tightness. My legs clench his waist as a shuddering orgasm runs through me almost immediately, along with a loud moan. He thrusts into me a few times before I can see an idea cross his face. He hoists me up into a better position for him to carry me and starts towards his bedroom, leaving the shower still running.

He places me gently onto his bed and kisses me even more gently. He kisses my neck and my collarbone, our bodies both dripping onto one another. His hard cock traces lines of precum down my thigh as he makes his way south. The first brush of his tongue against my clit pulls a deep moan from me. By the time he had my clit firmly between his lips, my hands were behind his head, pushing his face deep into my kitty. He ate me out until i pushed his head away. He left to go get a condom and I guess I passed out, because the next thing I remember was Pat waking me up.

We are having…dinner(? It was close to 3 in the morning.) Pat is telling me how a girl came by to see me. Pat had told her about the visitor from Cali who liked girls and gave great head and she wanted to join. I say, why not? We makes plans to go visit her tomorrow. I sleep in Pat’s bed for the night. I wake up in the middle of the night. Pat rolls over, asks what’s up, I let him know I can’t sleep. We cuddle fuck until I’m able to sleep again.

The day is now Sunday: Pat, White Boy, and I go to Girl’s place. We smoke, drink. It becomes clear that this is about to go down, but Girl isn’t comfortable with white boy being in the mix. Girl hops in the shower, motions for me to join her. We are showering together and this girl, wow. She had my white girl weakness kind of body. She had a hour glass body, big soft tits, pink nipples, and hips that would make me reconsider my usual POC only rules. This girl’s body still runs through my mind today! I start soaping her back and reach around to her breast. She falls back into me. I have one hand on her breast, pulling at her nipple. Kissing her neck, I move my hand between her thighs. She starts breathing harder and moaning, her knees buckling as I rub her clit. Pat hears the fun and asks to join us. There simply isn’t enough room in the shower, but Girl says he can watch. He stands in the bathroom, naked, with his hard dick in his hand as he watched Girl cum all over my hand. I put my finger in his mouth to lick her juices off of me.

White Boy opens the door to the bathroom and sees the scene, interrupting the scene. White Girl, post-orgasm, kicks everyone out the bathroom. I go into the bedroom and start drying myself off. I am shaking my head at how hot Girl is. I thank Pat and he is salty because he was trying to get a threesome to pop off. I remind him Girl’s wishes and feelings about White Boy. I’m not going to disrespect her. Pat gets dressed and heads out to talk to White Boy, sends White Boy to go get more supplies (smoke/drink).

Girl gets out of the shower to find me in a towel in her bedroom. She smiles, says she’s always wanted to taste a Black girl (#problematic). I position myself onto the bed, legs spread. She goes down on me. Uneventful. Thankfully, Pat comes back. White Boy is out of the house and he just walked in on two girls going at it. He strips off his clothes like it was a race. He starts feeling up Girl’s ass and trying to fuck her. She is not having it. She yells at him to at least go get a condom. “I’m not trying to get pregnant again. i don’t need another one!” (apparently, her first kid was by Tinder Boy, Pat’s brother)

While Pat goes to get a condom, I apologize for him and kiss her. I can taste soap and my kitty on her lips. I guide her to the bed and take her nipple into my mouth. Her hips are rocking into mine. I can feel how wet. I slid my thumb over her clit and she grabs my hair. I let her pull my face down to her wet pussy. I can see her pubes glistening underneath the dew of her arousal. I blow onto her clit and bit the inside of her thigh. I love the whimper scream of her pleasure and pain at the same time. I kiss her thighs and move over her clit, just brushing it with my lips. Her hips are bucking almost outside of her control by this point. She is clearly dripping and ready to get fucked or eaten out or simply lose her mind. I slid the tip of one finger into her pussy, just enough to let her feel it. She lowers herself onto my finger, trying to feel me deeper inside her. I flick my tongue over her clit and she begins convulsing. I can feel her pussy tightening its grip around my finger. She wants to cum so badly. I continue flicking my tongue over her clit as her pussy gets tighter and tighter. She is almost trying to force my finger out of her. I bury my face deeper onto her clit, which is for some reason trying to evade me, and push another finger into her. She grabs my hair again and pulls me towards her. I am working my two fingers inside her, stroking the upper walls of her now throbbing pussy, when I feel something along the wetness of my own kitty.

I jump, but then I hear Pat’s familiar breathing. He slids his head up and down my wetness before pushing into me. I moan into Girl’s clit, my fingers, momentarily distracted, now pushing against the upper walls of her pussy. She lets out a beautiful moan, complete with the quivering shuddering back arch that marks her crescendo. I lap up her juice while Pat thrusts into me from behind.

I’m not a great multitasker and I prefer to focus on the task at hand, so I wasn’t about to cum for Pat. Instead, I push him back from me and Girl licks my juices from his dick. While Girl gives Pat a blowjob, I ask Girl about her toy collection. (“Do you have a strapon?”) She motions towards some drawers on the other side of the room. I go exploring, find a lot of things, but not the strapon. I’m looking for it. Pat has progressed to thrusting into Girl’s soft wet pussy, her legs over his shoulders. Suddenly, I hear “oh fuck” Apparently, the condom broke and now Girl and Pat are yelling at each other. That was the end of that threesome

We get home. It’s a fairly normal night. Uneventful. We drink, play videogames, talk. We decide that I’m going to have to be taken home in the morning because nobody is sober enough to drive me home.

The day is now MONDAY: It’s the last day with the brothers adn White Boy. Everything is lovely, except White Boy feels “left out” and Tinder Boy is understandably a little salty that he hasn’t gotten to touch the Tinder babe he pulled. We decide to remedy this in a fun way that would make everyone happy.

These brothers are all in a rap/hip hop group together. Their studio is in TDH’s bedroom.
**Edit: Someone said this story is jot real, due to this studio detail. Let me clarify: They had a DIY “studio” in the eldest brother’s bedroom—a walk-in closet converted to a soundproof recording room, the beat machine (or whatever they are called—the big dashboard with the buttons and dials) in the bedroom**
So, I go into the booth, they put on a beat and send White Boy into the booth. He was too shy to do anything with the other three brothers there, so he got a solo verse. White Boy had been talking about his “kielbasa” all weekend, but, even with vigorous blowjobbing on my part, couldn’t even get it up. The best part of his “verse” on the track was the moment he gets frustrated and yells “NEXT!”

I’m the booth with the three brothers and we have an amazing four-some that somehow managed to work without any of them engaging in any “gay” activity. There was a lot going on…too much to articulate…but I know at some point I had a cock in my mouth and one stuffing my kitty white my hand stroked someone else. I think, at some point, TDH pulled out a camera. All I know is that they now have a track and a video of us all sharing one another. Because “we don’t have best friends, we have brothers….and we share everything.”

…and now you know the Vermont story….

Edit: Someone said this story is jot real, due to the studio detail. Let me clarify: They had a DIY “studio” in the eldest brother’s bedroom—a walk-in closet converted to a soundproof recording room, the beat machine (or whatever they are called—the big dashboard with the buttons and dials) in the bedroom. I was in the converted closet.

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