I was at Ocean City, MD with my friends. We'll call them R, J, D and K. We hit Secrets, one of the main clubs on the strip and split up, after agreeing to meet back at the end of the main bar around 1 am to see where we were at and to assess after party options. So at the appointed time, we all meet up, some of us with chicks, some not. But D was with a chick and they couldn't keep their hands off each other. He was kissing her, feeling her, she was grinding on him and all over him - you get the idea.
So when J walked up, he started laughing his ass off. And we were all like, "dude, what's up?". So he looks at D and says, "Hey, D! How's my dick taste?" D was a little drunk, but started to quickly sober up as he realized the situation. J wasted no time in clarifying it by saying, "That bitch sucked me off in the bathroom an hour ago! My nut is still on her shirt" and he pointed to several stains on the young woman's attire. Well D immediately got sick and started dry heaving, the girl started crying, and the rest of us started laughing our asses off.
What was cool about it was that she had friends. So later in the evening, we all ended up hanging out at our hotel and partying our fucking asses off. Now I'm an electrician. I've woken up at 4AM for about 20 years, so even when I stay up late, I have trouble sleeping past 7AM. My internal clock just wakes me up. So, when I woke up, it was like the beginning scene from one of the Hangover movies. Like seriously. One girl still had a LIT CANDLE shoved up her ass! She was passed out on her stomach and every time the wax dripped and hit her pussy, the candle would bob a little bit.
Out of courtesy, I blew the candle out on my way to take a piss. There was a SNAKE in the bathroom. I shit you not. D had this pet snake that he used to carry with him in a sack. He used to keep a gun in the bag - that way if we ever got pulled over and stopped, the police wouldn't really search the bag thoroughly (that shit WORKED). So the gun was gone and the snake was in the bathroom.
Long story short, I found the gun, still in the sack, UNDER the couch (which now had cigarette burns on it), and one of the girls woke up while I was under the couch she was passed out on. It was the one K had been fucking. After an awkward moment where I had to explain why I was all up in her business with a gun in my hand, she calmed the fuck down. I then put the gun and the snake away. So since she and I were the only ones awake, I offered to make bloody Marys and she accepted. Needless to say, I was fucking her a half hour later (I knew K wouldn't mind). The original cum slut woke up while we were fucking and started sucking on some titties and then started to lick my balls, so I started fucking them both.
Now, If you've ever had a threesome, you'll know that it takes a lot of concentration and "time management". You have to divide your "attention" very democratically, or else they get jealous quickly. Especially if you don't have a very long standing rapport with at least one of them. So I figured out a long time ago that you either need a "prop" such as a camera or a sex toy (basically something shiny that captures their attention) OR, and this is a way better option, another female.
Another female is the PERFECT solution, IMHO. You basically have two pairs that can occupy each other AND give me attention at the same time. Every so often you yell "switch!". It's brilliant. So, following that strategy, I had the original cum slut wake up the girl that I was fucking last night. She joined right in with out missing a beat. So there I am, banging three chicks at the same time early on a Saturday morning and just loving life. But all good things must come to an end
So it all came crashing down. Literally. We broke the coffee table and the noise woke everyone up. The remaining two girls were jealous that they weren't in the mix and wanted to go home, K was hung over and said something along the lines of, "give the bitch a dollar and tell her to take the bus", which upset one of the other girls cuz he called her a bitch. So by this time, my woody was rapidly going away as the drama ensued, so I tried to move MY little party to another hotel room, but they weren't having it. The spell was broken. The girls left, we got breakfast and laughed our asses off. Buncha cock blocking muther fuckers!
But to this day, every time we get together and J sees D, he always opens up the interaction with, "how's my dick taste!" LOL. Good times.