I stood on the balcony 15
floors up, looking out over the glittering city. A cold breeze ruffled through my little black
dress, sending goosebumps along my bare arms and legs, and making me acutely aware that I wasn't
wearing panties. I held my glass of wine and stared pensively at the lights. The whole city looked
like a big Christmas decoration. I looked at my watch: 11:30pm. Thirty minutes until the new
century. Thirty minutes until the new millennium. Oh, I know, it doesn't truly start until 2001,
but let's face it, when you start signing your checks "2000", a change of importance has occurred.
Far below, I could hear yells of drunk partygoers, horns honking, firecrackers going off, sirens.
Occasionally further away in some residential areas I'd see the flare of some home fireworks being
set off. At midnight, would our technology grind to a halt? Would crazed terrorists set off bombs?
Would the religious fanatics and cults be right, and God would appear in the skies writing letters
of fire, and start the End Of The World? If so, I might have some explaining to do. I'd left the
party a half hour earlier, with my two companions for the evening. I'd determined I was going to
start The Year 2000 with a bang. To that end I'd propositioned an old friend, and sometimes
Fuck-Buddy. This wasn't love, but he was a good lover, and that's all I wanted for tonight, to be
getting fucked silly at the stroke of midnight. What's more, I was feeling adventurous, and had
invited his friend to partake of my favors as well. I wanted to start the New Year with me
sandwiched solidly between them, having my brains fucked out. This was wilder than I'd been in
awhile; I had turned 30 a few months before, and maybe I was wanting to prove I still had it. Both
of them were handsome guys, and both hadn't been at all reluctant to leave the party for the
promised party of three. I didn't have a big hangup about turning 30, but, it had been on my mind.
I'm 5 foot 5, around 115 pounds. Good figure, trim, but small breasts. People call me cute; I turn
heads. I'm usually mistaken for younger than I am; most people seem to think I'm about 25. But, I
must be getting older; I'm not asked for ID in bars anymore! I ran my fingers through my black
hair. Where I knew a few gray hairs were appearing. I looked down at my body. Still in good shape.
A few pounds heavier, but I was thin enough before that it just filled things out a little bit. I
exercise a lot. But I was 30, and still single. Not that I haven't had plenty of relationships. I'm
also bisexual; in recent years the ratio had been more women then men that I'd been intimate with.
But I still consider myself primarily heterosexual; sex with women just was less complicated than
with men. But sometimes I'd get that hankering for cock. It wasn't too hard to satisfy; there were
plenty of volunteers. I don't have to go to a bar or a party to get hit on; the supermarket, at
work, at traffic lights, guys are trying to get my attention. Many of my friends were now married
though. Some with multiple kids. Was there something wrong with me, that I was still single, I
hadn't been able to settle down? Then again, a lot of my friends that were married had gone through
messy divorces already. Sex had always been adventurous for me. Particularly in college. I'd become
a little more sedate since then, and more careful due to AIDS and all the other complications of
Sex in the 90's. But I'd done things that would shock a lot of my friends if they knew the Wild
Child that lurked underneath my wholesome exterior. Was I just assuaging my loneliness with wild,
meaningless sex? Maybe. Well, it beats being home alone watching sitcoms and eating junk food on
the sofa. I'll call my friend Peter. I'll call his friend Dick. That's what they were to me, two
studs to boff me senseless. Dick was grinning and didn't seem to be able to believe his good
fortune. Peter knew me, and wasn't completely surprised, but he hadn't been expecting this. Once we
were into Dick's car, their hands were all over me on the way home. I put a hand in each of their
laps and rubbed their cocks through their pants. Soon Peter was half-erect (probably distracted
keeping the car on the road) and Dick was at full wood. Dick turned my head towards him and begin
french-kissing me, while his hands roamed over the material of my dress, cupping my breasts.
They're small but firm. And my nipples were revealing the lack of a bra. Meanwhile Peter was
driving with one hand, his other hand was sneaking between my legs, under the dress and revealing
my lack of panties. At stoplights I felt like everyone in nearby cars could see what was going on,
although I'm sure they couldn't. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and wonderfully naughty. Dick began to
reach down my dress until his hand was groping a bare breast, and he tweaked a nipple in time with
his darting tongue in my mouth. His eyes were looking at me like a carnivore eyeing some prime
meal. Meanwhile, Peter's finger rubbed around my pussy. I parted my legs more and he slid a finger
inside me. I was very wet already. When we got back to his apartment building, a couple was outside
looking mournfully at their car with the hood up; dead battery. Peter and Dick got some cables and
prepared to be Good Samaritans. I took Pete's keys from him, detached his apartment key, and handed
the ring back to him, whispering, "hurry up!" He handed me his cell phone as well, so he wouldn't
be encumbered by it. Then I smiled sweetly and headed for the lobby, sliding one finger across
Dick's back as I went, just to remind him of my presence. I could feel the eyes of the couple on
me, and Peter and Dick's head Turned to track me as I walked to the entrance. Inside, the security
guard at the desk ogled me as well, but didn't question whether I was supposed to be there or not.
I took the elevator up. An older couple got on the elevator with me, and we exchanged New Year's
greetings. I found myself tugging at my dress to make sure it was covering what it should and not
revealing my pussy's state of excitement. They were looking at me innocently and talking small
talk, but somehow I felt like they were guessing at what I'd been up to just moments before in the
car. I thought I could still feel the warmth and tingle from where Peter and Dick had groped my
pussy and tits, and my mouth still felt the tongue that had played there. My fingertips still felt
the two hard cocks through the material of the guys' pants. I was probably imagining that their
glances were anything but social. I felt like my dress and hair and makeup must be disheveled;
maybe their handprints showed up on me like a glow. I felt a flush that seemed to emanate a warmth
that the couple could detect as well. They got off on the 9th floor, and I continued up alone. As
soon as the door clothed my hand darted down and under my dress, then upwards until I could finger
myself down there. I pulled my fingertips away, and they were glistening with my juices. My fingers
ran down the side of the elevator, leaving an almost undetectable trace of my sex on the metal.
Then I was in the hallway, fumbling with the key. As soon as I was inside, I shut the door, and ran
my hands over my breasts, luxuriating in the feel of the sheer material over my nipples. There was
an open bottle of wine in the fridge. Good, I hate Messing with the cork. I poured a glass, and
headed out onto the balcony. Peter was a well-off guy, I'm sure this apartment's rent was twice
what mine was. I stepped out of my heels. No pantyhose, so my bare feet were now on the cold
concrete. I reached back and unzipped my dress, then shrugged it over my head. No bra. Now I was
naked on the balcony. No neighbors were out on their balconies, so I felt relatively unexposed. If
someone there leaned out and craned their neck, they could see me. Someone in one of the nearby
buildings would get a good show if they looked with binoculars; the lights illuminated me pretty
well. I draped the dress over a chair, and stood watching the city lights. Very aware of my naked
exposed flesh. I closed my eyes and shivered, forcing myself not to touch my breasts or pussy.
There was a click behind me. Peter and Dick had returned, and Peter had playfully locked the
sliding door. Trapping me on the cold balcony, 15 stories up. They both feasted their eyes on me
through the glass, drinking me up. Hungry wolves. They didn't have to mentally undress me; I'd done
the work for them. But they were obviously fucking every orifice, every inch of my body, with their
eyes. I could see them making comments to each other as they examined me. I felt like an alien
abductee, being view through a glass cage, about to get probed. I fought the urge to put a hand
over the V of my trimmed pussy, and to cover my breasts with my other arm. No sense being shy now,
after exposing myself this way. Peter grinned through the glass. He could be a bit of an asshole at
times. Cocksure, big ego. Executive type, probably a terror for his underlings. Handsome, and he
knew it, and he was great in the sack. I liked him, and yet I didn't like him, at the same time, if
that makes sense. He was perfect for a fuck-buddy, but I couldn't picture a serious relationship
with him. But he could fuck like a sex toy. He wasn't much for foreplay, but he had endurance, he
could give a good solid screwing for an extended period. And when he did come, he could rise to the
occasion again in short order. It resulted in nights of solid dicking. My mouth and pussy were on a
first-name basis with his cock. He'd do me doggie-style, up against the wall, in bed with my legs
wrapped around him, or with my knees pressed up against my chest. He was one for different
positions. I smiled seductively through the glass, and pressed my body up against it, squashing my
breasts flat, pressing my trimmed pussy up against the cool surface, puckering a kiss towards them,
I made my mouth into an "o", and my breath fogged the glass. Again I thought what someone in
another building would see with a telescope, me bare naked, my ass exposed, my bare back to them,
with two big men on the other side of the glass. Peter went and picked up the phone. A moment later
the cell phone I'd set on the chair chirped. "Who is it?" I said. "What will you do if we let you
back inside?" he said playfully. "Everything I said I would do, and more. But you'd better let me
in, or I'll huff...and puff...and...blow...your house down." I said, but lamely; I was Little red
Riding Hood, and there were two Big Bad Wolves blocking me from getting inside. (I know I'm
cross-referencing fairy tales, but if you think I'm identifying myself with the three little pigs,
you're crazy!) They stood watching me and grinning. "Ok, assholes, listen up, let me in or I'm
gonna stay out here and get myself off. You can go play with each other and your cell phone is
about to experience a 15 floor drop Y2K bug." He grinned and opened the door. They both took an arm
and pulled me inside. I had the dress and the phone. They slid the door shut, leaving my heels and
the wineglass out there. They pressed me up against the glass, now from the inside. Four masculine
hands groped over my body. Peter was kissing my mouth, Dick placed his mouth on my right breast,
sucking the nipple, which was already hard as a pencil eraser. Then he slid down, his mouth making
a trail to my pussy. I tried to stay annoyed, but I was soon soaring with the sensations of their
handiwork. On the big screen tv in the corner, the clock showed 15 minutes til the ball dropped.
Crowds were shown and inane commentators chattered to fill up the time. "Put your dress back on."
said Peter. "Huh?" I said, startled. "Put your dress back on. We want to fuck you in it." Dick
concurred. I tugged it back over my head carefully. Then smoothed it out, pulled it over all the
right areas. I needn't have bothered, almost immediately, Dick pulled me over to the couch, and sat
down, with me on his lap. He pushed the dress up, hiking it upwards til my pussy and ass were
exposed. His hand moved under one ass cheek, up along my ass crack, until he'd gotten to my pussy
from behind and underneath. His fingers made fast work into my pussy, his thumb working towards my
clit, hitting more often then he was missing. He lifted me, and quickly undid his pants, yanking
them down to his ankles, then his boxers followed. Then settled me back down until his cock was
pressed into my ass crack. Not penetrating, not aimed at my asshole; just between the cheeks,
pressed up to the tip of my vertebrae. Just letting me know he was rampant. Peter meanwhile was
more formally undressing before me, taking off his coat and tie, shoes, socks, pants, until he just
stood before me in his briefs and unbuttoned shirt, exposing the undershirt beneath.

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 I sensed maybe
these two weren't eager to get completely naked in front of each other; they were pretty cool about
a threesome with me, but they wanted it clear that they were two hetero guys who were going to keep
me in the middle. Peter gently took me by the upper arms and pulled me off the couch, sliding me
forward until I settled on my knees. Peter and Dick switched places. They turned me around as well.
I felt like their fuck-toy, a petite attractive female in between two big guys, ready to be
positioned where they wanted me, and the feeling was wildly exciting. As I often did during my
escapades, I found myself almost having an out of body experience during all this; picturing what
this would look like for a spectator. Like somebody spying through the window with a high powered
telescope, or someone who had all the apartments wired with hidden cameras, like in the movie
SLIVER. There I was, on all fours on the carpet. Nude, pale skin exposed except for my little black
dress, now bunched up in a narrow band, just above my belly button and below my breasts. My ass
sticking up in the air, and Peter with his hands on my hips, pants down around his ankles. My pussy
was sopping wet, and without much preamble, his cock was in my pussy from behind. Dick was in front
of me, sitting on one corner of the sofa, my head in his lap. My dark hair hung down over my face,
masking the lewd act that was happening; his cock sticking straight up into my mouth. His hands
played in my hair, on the back of my neck, my shoulders, as he gently but firmly held my head in
place on his cock. I was like a table between them. A toy puzzle with interlocking pieces, their
pegs firmly in my holes. I was in the "fingercuffs" position like in CHASING AMY. Peter was slowly
but firmly fucking me from behind. One hand kept me in position on my hip, the other wandered
beneath, rubbing at my clit, then sliding up across my belly button, across the bunched up dress,
to grope and pinch one breast and nipple, then the other. Dick liked to talk dirty. His hand
brushed the hair away that was covering my face, revealing my forehead, and my eyes looking up at
him, locking with his. His cock lewdly in my mouth. "You like that, don't you, girl, you're a good
little cocksucker. Yeah, suck that cock. Mmmm, yeah." He said a bunch of other things along those
same lines. I grunted in response, my mouth otherwise occupied. Everything came out sounding like a
muffled, "mmmm hmmmm." He slowly pumped my face, a grin on it as I pleasured him. Meanwhile, I was
getting my pussy well fucked from behind. I was an instrument for their lust, and I was loving it.
Two cocks filling me, mouth and pussy. Me on all fours. Peter steadily thrust into me, slowly but
rhythmically, from behind. I could hear the wonderful wet sound of his condom-wrapped cock flesh
sliding in and out of my tight soaked pussy. Dick continued to feed me his cock, talking in a low
voice in the dirtiest manner, and encouraging me to respond, however unintelligibly. I think he
liked the sensations on his cock when I made noise. And I was starting to do it involuntarily, due
to the moans bubbling up from my pussy being thrused into from behind. My head was being held in
place, but I managed a side glance towards the tv. 7 minutes left! A lot had happened in the past 8
minutes. Peter slowed his thrusting. I think he realized at that pace he was going to come soon,
and he wanted to arrange it at the stroke of midnight. Dick continued to explore my mouth with his
cock, but idly. He kept running one hand through my hair, brushing the hair off my forehead where
it kept falling, uncovering my eyes. He tilted my head upward with my other hand, gently on the
side of my face, and made sure I kept eye contact. His meaty, veined cock, hard and fat as a
stuffed sausage, filled my mouth, the musk of it filling my nostrils, precum taste on my tongue. He
and Peter kept up a running commentary about how my body was reacting. "She is so hot...look at
those pretty face and those eyes...she loves to suck cock." I waited for them to say "this bitch"
or similar phrase, which seems to be guy's standard moniker when they get a girl in this position,
but they didn't. At the moment though, though I would have been annoyed after the fact for being
called that; that's what I felt like, a bitch in heat being powerfucked by two horny dogs. "So
beautiful...so tight and warm" said Pete, continuing his slow thrusts into my pussy. Their hands
continued to explore my body, caressing, probing and kneading; my ass and thighs, my clit, my back
and shoulders, face and hair, breasts and nipples. My breathing through my nose was heavy, a
definite unladylike snort, since my mouth was filled. I felt like a racehorse. I continued to moan
and gasp and cry out, muffled by the cock in my mouth. My heart was racing, and my whole body felt
like one big pussy, every bit of it glowing with pleasure. I was lost in my own world, a roaring in
my ears, sensations down to two invading cocks and four busy hands. They begin picking up the pace,
Peter pounding into my pussy, bucking my whole body and shaking my small tits which were hanging
down. I had to spread my fingers and my knees to keep my balance on all fours. Meanwhile Dick was
fucking my mouth like a pussy, thrusting deep (although not making me deep throat) as he both
pushed his hips towards me and guided my head with his hands in my hair. I stopped sucking and
tongueing, just allowing my mouth to be a conduit. Then when I thought they were at maximum they
increased even more, Peter slamming into my pussy from behind like a wind up toy. I had long since
been coming. But their urgency was with a deadline; they called out "60 seconds!" with the voices
on tv, and then "40 seconds!", and at "30!" they both began rhytmically chanting, voices harsh as
they cried out, in time with their thrust cocks.
"29...28....27....26....25...24...23...22....21....20..." thrust-thrust, thrust-thrust. Gasp-groan,
gasp-groan. Now they chanted in unison. "19...18...17...16...15...14...13...12...11..." The cock in
my pussy felt great, but it was being pushed in and out so fast and furiously now that it was a
little painful. The cock in my mouth was less gentle now too, I was being face-fucked deeply, and
despite my experience, I found myself starting to gag, I forced myself to relax my mouth and
throat. "10...9...8....7....6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!" Harder and harder into my
pussy and mouth, both of them shouting now, along with the multitudes on tv. The world exploded,
and fairly sychronized, with their pounding getting more and more frantic as the countdown
completed, they both came. Peter's condom-clad cock exploded into my pussy, and I got a big load of
Dick's salty, creamy cum in my mouth. I gulped and swallowed rapidly. One of them was crying "oh
fuck! oh fuck! oh fuck!" and the other was just unintelligibly roaring. My ears were filled with
the sound of the tv crowd, and my own blood racing through my veins. The noise continued on for at
least a minute, and Peter slowly stopped pumping until he was motionless, his cock still inside me.
I continued to suck Dick's cock until it was dry, gently but firmly. I swallowed until it was just
his warm, still hard cock in my mouth. I sucked gently and ran my tongue lazily around it. After
another minute or so, Pete slid out of me, and Dick disengaged. My heart was still beating like a
jackhammer, my whole body diffused with wave after wave of post coital warmth. They released me,
and I found I was too shaky on all fours to stay in position, I collapsed to the carpet and rolled
over. My pussy was sore and my throat felt a bit raw, and my tits and nipples felt like they'd been
mauled by a bear. But all in all, I felt wonderful. Peter and Dick both collapsed on the carpet
beside me, still basically with pants around ankles and shirts unbuttoned. They ran their hands
idly over my body. Pete kissed my belly button, and Dick leaned down and kissed my forehead
(neither one of them apparently wanting to kiss where either their own cock or the other guy's had
been so recently). "That," said Peter, still breathing hard "was wonderful. Happy New Year." "Happy
New Century!" said Dick. "Happy New Millemmium...millenium" I gasped. My voice was thick. "Wine,
wine!" I said, and Dick got my glass and refilled it, and I gulped it down. Getting the
not-unpleasant taste of his cum out of mouth, and also, lubricating my mouth, which was rather dry
in the aftermath. Then they refilled my glass, and got two of their own. It wasn't champagne, it
was a blood red wine, but it was perfectly suitable for toasting in the New Year. We all clinked
glasses. "To the most sexy woman of any Millennium!" said Peter. "To the best New Year's Eve I've
ever experienced!" said Dick. "To two studs who give excellent service!" I laughed. They both
collapsed down to the floor, backs to the couch, me still in the middle. I sat up and snuggled
between them. We spent the next half hour or so in comparitive silence and warmth, refilling the
wine glasses til the bottle was empty, watching the fanfare on tv. I stood up, still with my dress
bunched up,and walked, a little unsteadily, to the bathroom. I could feel their eyes tracking my
walk, my retreating ass. I peeled off my dress and hung it on a hanger on the back of the door. Ran
some water in the sink, and performed some absolutions with a wet washcloth. Combed my hair with
wet hands, ran water over my face. ran the washcloth over my pussy. Toweled dry. I came back into
the living room, fully naked now. Their eyes swiveled from the tv. I walked back in between them,
sank down into the carpet. I turned to Dick, and ran my fingers down his chest and gave his cock a
squeeze. It was showing signs of life. I rolled over and put my head into Pete's lap, and softly
ran my lips over his already twitching cock, kissing down its length, then burying my nose into his
sack, as my mouth made circles around one testacle. "Hey Sports, how about we relocate to the
bedroom?" I said. They looked over me at each other and grinned. Dick began tickling me, and I
laughed, my face still on Pete's cock. Dick stood up, and stripped off the rest of his clothes. His
cock was at full attention now. Pete, still looking a little self conscious, did the same. They
still stood as far apart from each other as they could, their clothes draped over a chair and the
couch. "Get her legs" said Pete, and he reached under my armpits, and hoisted me up. Dick grapped
me at the ankles, and lifted me up. I giggled and squirmed, but they had me in the air now, face
up, and they stretched me apart so my ass was well off the carpet. Like two guys moving furniture,
they carried me towards the bedroom. It was just 1am now. Dick kicked the door open with his heel,
and hit the light with his elbow. Surprisingly, Pete's bed was actually made. They carried me over,
and then, with a few playful swings back and forth, let go and heave-ho'ed me onto the bed. I
bounced, and lay back giggling. Two big naked guys, cocks erect, grinned at me and came over to the
bed. Pete sat down next to my head. Dick climbed up on the foot of the bed, and grasping my legs,
pushed them wide apart. He spread my pussy with his fingers, and then stuck his head between my
legs, and I felt his tongue start to explore me. Pete ran one finger over my breasts, then began
playfully batting at a hard nipple the way a kitten would a ball of string. His other hand tilted
my head towards his hard cock. I opened my lips and he slid into my mouth. Dick's tongue hit a
particularly good spot, and I gasped. The phone rang on the bedside. Pete picked it up. "Happy New
Year!" he said. And listened for a minute. "It's for you", he said, placing the phone down by his
crotch, which was where my face was. I'd continued to suck on him when he answered the phone. He
popped his dick out of my mouth. I cradled the phone to my ear. It was my friend Brandi, who knew
where I was going to be. "So, how'd it go?" she said. "It's still going!" I said. "Can't talk,
sucking and being eaten. Call you tomorrow!" "You lucky slut!" she said from the party she'd been
at. "Tell me all about it tomorrow. I'm drunk off my ass. I'm going to see what I can round up
here. Love ya!" A dial tone. I dropped the phone, and Pete placed it back in its cradle. Then
offered his penis back to my mouth. Dick continued to tongue my pussy. We had many hours to go
until the dawn of the new century. I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting much sleep.  

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