One Click Chicks Forum - These magical first times… with a few pics belonging to the story

I apologize for the long text and my modest knowledge of the English language. Enjoy:

Do you know the feeling when suddenly and unexpectedly very old and very intense memories come back?

Here in Germany we are doing the “shutdown” because of the Corona pandemic. We should have as little contact with others as possible, that's why we work a lot in the home office. I get my money for sitting around and last week I ran a cheap photo and slide scanner and started scanning my old pictures and negatives.

And now they are here, these memories of the many "first times".

How surprised was I when I realized what has been buried for so long - sometimes more than 40 years - and now comes up, just because I look at some old photos.

This is about the first time I had an MMF threesome. Angela, my sweet girlfriend, was tall, almost taller than me, had a great body and a snappy short haircut. I was 24, she was 19 and we wanted to experience everything, without any consideration. We had already talked about a threesome with another man several times, but we hadn't found the right one yet.

Until one evening it happened very quickly. In the afternoon Angela told me that she could imagine someone to date with. A fellow student who had flirted with her before she knew me. She had rejected his advances because he didn't want a relationship, just sex. Could there be a better one?

She knew which club he was going to be at that night, and we went there around 10:00. We barely sat at our table when Angela pushed me and whispered, "There he is." I looked over at him without attracting attention. A nice guy, nice eyes, well-groomed. He was about Angela's age. I let her do what she had thought up.

And barely an hour later, it was far from midnight, they were standing at the edge of the dance floor, kissing intensely. A few minutes later I saw how his hand went under Angela's sweater while dancing and stroked her breasts. And then the two came to our table, Angela sat down next to me, pointed at the man and said, "This is Thomas, a fellow student of mine." I reached out my hand to him and Angela said, "and this is my boyfriend Olaf."
We sipped our drinks and kept quiet. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Angela take Thomas' hand and put it under her skirt. Her hand was in his lap and then she said, so loud that I could hear it too, "You can screw me tonight, but you can't have me alone. If you want to have a threesome, we should go right now."

And there we were in my old car, I was driving, and Angela and Thomas were in the back seat, smooching, his hand way under her sweater. We got to our block, Angela whispered something in my ear and I said, "We're completely out of drinks at home, I'm going back to the gas station." They got out and walked hand in hand towards our house.

It took me about twenty minutes to come back. I had packets of crisps, and several bags of beer and soft drinks in my hand. I went into the kitchen to put the drinks in the fridge and then listened at the closed living room door. They were talking and laughing softly.

Very carefully I opened the door and slipped inside. The sofa bed was folded out, Angela lay naked on her side, Thomas opposite her. He was still wearing his T-shirt. His trousers were pushed down to his ankles and Angela had taken his cock out of his underpants and jerked it off. He fucked her very gently with one finger.

I undressed quickly and sat down behind Angela on the edge of the couch. She was so engrossed in her game that it took a moment before she noticed me. Then she laid her head on my lap and went on. I stroked her breasts; her nipples were rock hard. I could tell by the smacking of Thomas' fingers how wet she already was. She took my hand in hers and we jerked Thomas' cock together.

Then Angela turned a little, spread her legs and said to Thomas "Played enough. Come and fuck me now." He knelt between her legs, lay down on her and hit with his pelvis.

And this was the first time I saw a stranger's cock gliding into my girlfriend's pussy.

It only took him a few seconds to find the rhythm Angela wanted him to do. He punched hard and calmly, pulling every stroke all the way through. The way she liked it best. He didn't give her a break, didn't waste any more time with tenderness, he just fucked her. I held her hand, which almost broke my fingers when a bump came especially hard. I gently stroked her breasts, her forehead and I bent over and kissed her tenderly.

And then Angela started panting, tore at my arm, flailing around with her hands and twitching her legs and abdomen. I've seen it before, but Thomas was a little surprised. "Just carry on", I hissed, "everything's fine". And Thomas got involved with her, hammered even harder now, which made her even wilder and then the two of them came, Angela with a deep, throaty groan and Thomas with a loud scream.

When he lay collapsed on my baby, I got up to get us something to drink. We rushed down the soft drinks in one go, looked at each other and grinned embarrassed. And then Angela said "Okay, now it’s your turn. I'm just getting warm. I want to get fucked again."

I got between her spread legs, looked at her pussy and saw Thomas juice running out of her. At that moment my cock became so rock hard that I rammed it into Angela's dripping wet hole without delay and started to fuck her hard and merciless. I could not hold out until Angela was ready too. She was still far from the next climax when I felt the juices shooting out of my balls. With a crazy grunt I injected my sperm into her body. Then I pulled out my cock and lay down between Angela and Thomas, who had watched us fascinated.

Angela straightened up and climbed over me. With spread legs she squatted over my body, tensed up briefly and then with a farting sound all the juices that Thomas and I had injected into her pussy were discharged and clapped on my belly, thighs and cock. Angela looked at us, spread her labia and pressed until the last drop had run out of her.

I wiped myself clean with my T-shirt and went back to the fridge to get us drinks. When I came back with it, Thomas was up Angela’s pussy again. He was lying at her backside, she had one leg up, he had pushed his cock into her from behind and now he fucked her very slowly and sensibly. She moaned comfortably. Without interrupting their fuck, they drank the cola I handed them and then I crawled behind Angela, to hold her in my arms while Thomas fucked her.

It was so calming and pleasant, and I was so exhausted that I fell asleep while they were still fucking. My last look went to the clock, it was half past two in the morning. When I woke up again, I was alone under the blanket. Angela was lying with her cheek on Thomas' limp dick, both naked. She had put my T-shirt between her legs. I looked at the clock, quarter past eight. Angela opened her eyes and grinned, then Thomas woke up too. Overslept he looked at the clock, then jumped up. "Damn, I have the morning shift at my part-time job today. I have to be there at half past nine at the latest."

Angela pulled him back. "Olaf will drive you over in his car, just take it easy." She sat up and bent over his pelvis. As I came back with three cups of coffee, she had blown his cock hard as a rock and just lowered herself from above to ride him. I knelt behind her and gently stroked her breasts. Thomas lay on his back with his eyes closed and just moaned.

She rode him for a quarter of an hour, then he bucked against her pelvis and gasped softly. Angela was now in motion, she rode him harder, came up until only the tip of his glans was between her labia and let herself fall down the hard pole, so that he was stuck in her up to the stop. At five minutes to nine the two of them came to the climax, screaming loudly.

Angela got off him and pressed my T-shirt on her pussy at the same time. She got up, pulled Thomas up, we drank the coffee, which was almost cold by now. Thomas and I got dressed, Angela said goodbye with intense kisses and then I raced through half the city to bring Thomas to his student job at the gas station.

On time at half past nine we were there. Thomas opened the door, got out, threw the door shut, bent over and opened the door again. "Thank you very much for this. If I had known that Angela was such a hot girl, I would certainly have reconsidered the steady relationship." I smiled and drove off.

When I came home with a bread roll under my arm, Angela was still on the bed. Everything in the room smelled of sweat and love and sperm. She had her head pressed against the ceiling and seemed to say: "If I can't see you, you can't see me!" I laughed and reached for the cheap camera I had on the shelf. The curtains were open, the light had to be enough.

Click, the first picture was taken.

Angela raised her head and put her hands in front of her face, the gesture that says "I didn't really do that, did I? Tell me this wasn't me, please."

I pressed the shutter button again and took the second picture.

With a sigh, she pressed her face into the chewed sheet. I heard her take a deep, longing breath. I leaned forward and caressed her hair. "So how did you feel now?"

She raised her head and looked at me, with the look that I saw for the first time at that moment and that I have loved so much since then. With the look that says, "I swear, this won't be the last time!"

And I pressed the shutter button and took the third picture that morning.

Angela turned on her back, took the fully lubricated T-shirt and sniffed my and Thomas sperm and her own love juices. Then she spread her legs and waved me over. I wanted to press the release button, but the film was out. I put the camera back on the shelf and crawled between Angela's legs.

These things happened almost forty years ago, and all this only came back to me a few days ago that I found the negatives that I developed myself at that time.

I was with Angela for a few more years, we had sex with a third man more often, but never with Thomas again. I took a lot of pictures of her, which are certainly better than the three from this morning. Pictures showing her breasts, her c*nt, my cock in her mouth or another cock in her c*nt.

But none of the pictures turn me on like the three I shot that day. These three pics are made with a cheap camera and shaky hands because I was so horny for this girl and because I loved her so much for what we had done. And I was probably not particularly adept at developing the film either.

It is almost a miracle that the negatives have survived to this day. They went through countless moves, once I saved them from the trash can, into which I myself had accidentally thrown them. They have stains, tears, and damage. They show fuzzy things and they are very amateurish. But I still love them!

Even if you cannot feel how it was back then, I attach the pictures here. Maybe others like them too. And maybe you will also tell us about your magical "first times", which surely every one of you has had.