College Threesome (And Then Some)

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The three of us lay there, spent, in the bed. It was hard to know what to say.

"Anybody want a joint?" I asked.

"Sure," they both said, and I got up to put fresh water in the bong.

"So..." Maura started to say.

"Uh huh?"

"So... this idea didn't just spring on you in the heat of it all," she said.

"What idea?" I asked.

"Oh, the sucking each others' cocks idea," she said.

"Oh that," Steve said. "Well, uh--"

"This was a setup, wasn't it?" she said.

"Yeah, basically," I said.

"And you two guys..."

"Yeah," I said. "We two guys."

"Really," she said, as I handed her the bong and she took a hit.

"Why, does that bother you?" I asked.

"No," she said. "I'm just trying to figure out how exactly it all happened."

"Um, if you want me to leave now--" Steve started to say.

I sat back down on the bed, nude, my cock dangling, and took the bong from Steve. "The other night, we--uh, did stuff. So I thought you might like to do it with us. You didn't seem to mind."

"You were really sexy," Steve said. "I mean, I've never been with somebody, you know--"

"A big beautiful woman," I said, before he said something worse.

"But you're like totally sexy," he said.

"That's what I told him," I said. "Actually, I think I said 'fucks like a rabid woodchuck.'" She hit me for that one.

"Okay," she said. "So besides, sucking each other's dicks, is there anything else you..."

"Uh huh," I said. "Everything."

"Huh," she said. "Well, I guess you do like stuff up your ass. Oh yeah, I can see you do," she said, as my cock started to rise with the conversation.

"Actually, that was my other fantasy," I said, pulling the sheet back to reveal Steve with another hardon growing. I took it in my hand and felt its warmth as it started to stand up. "Me in you, babe, and him in me."

"Great, I'm going to be crushed," she said.

But she didn't object as I got the KY and put some in her hand. She smeared it around her fingers and then I lay back and spread my asshole for her. She smeared the hole well and then jabbed a couple of sharp fingernails inside. "I hope you enjoy this," she said.

She lay back, her huge tits lolling to either side, and opened her legs to reveal an enflamed, sodden pussy. Steve sucked one of the tits and they french-kissed as I climbed on top and drove my now rock-hard member into her cunt. Then Steve climbed on top of me, and I tried to relax my asshole to take him from this position. It hurt more than it had the previous time, but in a moment he was inside me and I was inside her.

I quickly realized that it was up to him to set the rhythm. He'd pull back and I'd pull with him, and then he'd ram me forward and I would sink into her velvety slime-slit as he ripped through my somewhat rougher and more muscular lubed asshole. Parts of it hardly seemed like it should be pleasurable, and yet it was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had, sandwiched between his lean, muscular body, bony chest and knees, and her abundant, lovably chubby softness, tits and belly smooshing under me every time he rammed my ass. (You might add that I was high, but hey, pot was so much weaker then, it's like I drank a lite beer.) I came faster than he did, a harsh, shuddering orgasm that left clawmarks in her arms, and then he speeded up as I simply lay spent inside her, raping my hole until I felt his dick stiffening and shooting in my butt, and in sympathy my own dick twitched a few more times inside her.

After we'd laid there for a few minutes, he pulled out of me, and I pulled out of her, and I lay back, each of them on one side of me.

"Was it worth it?" she asked.

"I think I love you," I said to both of them.

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THREE

As things shook out I realized I was really more interested in relationships with women; sex with Steve was more of a get it off quick thing, maybe for both of us. I just never got into any kind of gay identity, the idea of going to a bar with just guys in it or something didn't do anything for me, later with somebody else (maybe I'll get to that in a little bit) I tried it a couple of times and did a few things, but I was totally self-conscious. And in the end (so to speak) I realized that I didn't find most guys attractive. At least not the way that I could look at almost any chick and rationalize desire for her.

Steve and I probably slept together by ourselves no more than four or five times, where he probably got together with Maura and me at least once every two weeks for the next two semesters. Oddly enough, though they'd happily fuck and suck each other when I was there, the one time (I know of) that they got together without me, when I was busy studying for an exam, they confided to me later that it had been a disappointment. I guess they didn't really have that much in common, other than my cock and ass.

Now here's the funny part. I wrote back in chapter 1 (don't blame me if you weren't paying attention to that part) about my high school friend Kristin. Who was sort of all of our's friend, even though she was the biggest cocktease I've ever known. I guess I felt once you knew that, you just accepted it, it was her nature as a stacked blonde. She'd string an appealing guy like Steve along, he (or I) would be lucky to get our tongues as far as a firmly clamped row of teeth and no touching those perfect D cups, and meanwhile she'd select some dullard she could totally dominate and shag the shit out of him. Oh, and she had a fiance in the Air Force somewhere. Safely far enough away that he didn't have to know what she was up to.

Well, so with two sexy people to screw, I hadn't seen much of Kristin, but Maura saw more of her than me, and at first I was surprised at what she reported back--but then I wasn't. I knew Kristin had a freshman friend named Ashley, their parents were friends or something, and I'd never paid the slightest attention to her because she seemed about the least interesting person on earth, even for a freshman girl. Another dullard, you see.

So I wasn't really thinking about the implications of that when Maura dropped by after class one day and told me, "I think Kristin and Ashley are having an affair."

"Oh come on," I said. "Kristin's not a lesbian."

"You're a fine one to talk," Maura said. She took off her shoes and rubbed her feet in their hose. There's something I love about the little piggies at the end of a chubby woman's feet, she was totally turning me on without even realizing it.

I got up from my chair and sat down next to her on the futon. "Well, I'm not a lesbian either," I said. "Okay, I get your point, they could be sleeping together without Kristin turning officially lesbian. But what makes you think they're sleeping together?"

"Ashley's always been sort of a drippy little thing, but Jesus, you should see her now," Maura said. "She's totally puppy-dog devoted to Kristin. You could tell it bugged her to even have me in the room."

I lay down with my head in her lap, those big breasts trapped in their bra and stretching out her turtleneck just above me. "Let me guess Kristin's reaction to that. She totally ignores Ashley and tortures her by chatting with you the whole time?"

"Pretty much," Maura said, unsnapping her skirt and scratching her hips through her pantyhose. "She's such a bitch. But also, when I came over Kristin's roommate let me in, and they were locked away in her bedroom together. Dawn says they just spend hours together."

"Does she think they're sleeping together?"

"I didn't ask that far," Maura said. "But she obviously thinks Ashley's as much of a drip as the rest of us do."

"Maybe it's the way she drips that Kristin likes," I said, and slid my hand between her legs, which quickly clamped together to stop me. It felt nice to be trapped between her big meaty thighs, though, snuggled up against her soft squishy belly with her heavy breasts hanging over me.

"So after watching them for a while, I couldn't resist."

"You couldn't resist what?" I asked, a little alarmed. When Maura got it in her head to be a troublemaker, she could really do it up proud.

"I couldn't resist hinting at, uh, sleeping arrangements around here," she said.

"Oh great," I said. "You know, I didn't really want this to get back to my home town and my parents' friends."

"She won't tell anybody," Maura said. "Or if she does, she better watch out for letters addressed to the Air Force. No, it was too much fun not to. I got to make Kristin jealous and Ashley sick to her stomach."

"So what did you tell her?"

"Well, you know how I like to let her know what a tiger you are in bed, tiger," she said.

"I'll show you what a tiger is," she said, as I slid my hand under her top and massaged those big tits. It was true, even though Kristin wouldn't give me so much as a crotch rub, she regarded me as in some sense her property, and she had actually tried to discourage Maura from sleeping with me, not realizing that, among other things, Maura had already blown me in Kristin's own car (long story). So now Maura liked to rub me in Kristin's face, so to speak.

I popped the bra open and Maura's big tits fell out. "Go close the door," she said, and as I got up she pulled the turtleneck over her head and started sliding her pantyhose over her big round ass. I loved the sweet fat-girl smell of her sweat trapped inside synthetic materials, and positioned myself, fully dressed, at her steamy crotch, where I started tormenting her by kissing her thighs licking along the line where her thigh and pubic area joined (thighpit?), anything but licking her slit. "So you told her what a sexy guy I am," I said.

"Right, she said, scratching her pubic hair more than was probably strictly necessary, but she probably needed a little clit-stimulation, since I was pointedly not providing it. "And then I hinted that you were kind of wild in bed... and she wanted to know what that meant... and I hinted that we weren't always the only ones in our bed... and she was kind of amazed and wanted to know more, in fact she even said, 'You mean there's another woman?' and Ashley perked up a little, the little troll, but then she was totally grossed out when I said--would you fucking eat me already?" she exclaimed.

"Oh, all right," I said, and dove in, smearing her fat juicy puss all over my face, and licking between her round hams to find the asshole hidden deep inside. "Go on," I said when I came up for air.

"She--Kristin--was really shocked, but I could tell kind of--unh--and she was even more--aaaaah--when I said Steve--shocked too--kind of intrigued, kind of pissed--but fuck her, she thinks she fuckin' owns guys--aaarrrraaaarrrrhhhhhhh," she said, smashing my face between her thick thighs as she throbbed with an orgasm.

I got myself free and started to take my clothes off.

"So she was intrigued, huh?" I said. "Oh great, now I've put the idea back in your head," she said as she lay there, idly playing with one nipple of one fat round tit. "Honestly, just the thought of her big blonde tits sends every guy on earth over the deep end. You're not gonna get any from her, get over it. What does a dark-haired girl have to do around here to get laid?"

"Laying there like that is a pretty good start," I said, as I jacked my dick up to full height and climbed on top of her jelly-belly to start pumping away.

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A couple of weeks later I was studying at home when Maura suddenly turned up at the door. I answered it, since my roommate Tom's reaction to my busy bedroom had pretty much been to disappear into his entirely. (By himself. He wasn't bad looking, but he was one of those guys who just had total relationship trouble. With women, that is. A couple of years ago I did a search for him online and... well, guess who was now the faculty advisor to the Gay and Lesbian Student Alliance at a good-sized state university. Funny to think that I was thinking about hiding getting boned by Steve from him, and it turned out he was the lifetime swordswallower in the bunch, unlike the rest of us bi experimenters. There, now you can tell this story isn't total bullshit, because there was somebody in it that I could have had sex with and never did.)

Okay, where was I. Maura at the door.

"I need you to fuck me, fast," she said.

"Ohhhh allllright," I said, as she pulled me into my bedroom and closed the door. "What's the hurry?" I asked, as clothes flew over her head.

"You're gonna like this, you pervert," she said.

"You're naked and horny, I like it already," I said. She smelled a little strongly of pussy, too, as she dropped to my waist and started sucking me. "What, you were jacking off and you couldn't take it, so you drove over here?"

"Hehehe, you don't even realize," she said, as she pulled me onto the bed and she got on top of me and rammed me home. I licked a nipple--and she did taste like pussy. "Guess what I've been doing."

"You fucked Ashley," I said, half-kidding.

"Close, but no cigar, so to speak," she said. "Try older and bigger tits."

"You fucked Kristin?" I said incredulously, and nearly shot off right there, at the thought of Maura getting to sample Kristin's big gorgeous chest, her probably blonde snatch, her long Rockettes legs...

"She is a fucking nympho," Maura said, as she rode my cock minutes after apparently having her first lesbian affair.

"Tell me, tell me," I said.

"So I was asking her about her and Ashley, and of course at first she's all denying it, how could I even think such a thing of a good Catholic schoolgirl slut whore bitch like her," she said. I licked her breast, excited that at last I was getting a taste of Kristin's snatch, even secondhand. "So I pointed out the obvious things about the two of them, and she was still pretending like the idea had never occurred to her, so then I'm like dropping every name of every guy I know of that she's done, and I'm throwing out how I don't see anything wrong with experimenting on both sides, since, you know, my fucking boyfriend likes a cock in his ass when he fucks me."

"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about," I said.

"Shut up and pump," she said, reaching under my ass and tickling my asshole with a fingernail. I spread wider to encourage her to jam it in, but she was just teasing me. "So I'm thinking, one way to get her to cut the shit is to totally come on to her. So I'm telling her that I've always found her attractive and shit--well, she believed that, the vain bitch--"

"So what were you thinking? Were you really planning to fuck her?"

"What the fuck," she said. "I figured I'd try it once, who knows. I've tried lots of things lately. So I say, I'm going to close my eyes, and if you want to do something do it, and if not in five seconds I'm going to go. So I close them. And in two seconds she's all over me and her tongue is halfway down my throat--"

"Arrrrroooooaaaaggggghhhh," I said. She rolled off of me and continued her story.

"She's totally like mashing my tits and sucking my tongue, Christ, what a horny bitch. I take my top off and she's sucking my nipples and rubbing between my legs. I kissed her tits, I don't know, they're big but they didn't do that much for me."

"You're killing me. I would have died all through high school to be able to say that."

"And so pretty soon we're both naked and all hugging and shit, and she's rubbing my clit, so I figure I can do the same, that was kind of hot, feeling her slippery clit while we rubbed our boobs and legs against each other, good thing I shaved this morning. And before I know it she's like rooting my legs apart with her chin, and she's got her crotch in my face. And, I don't know, it was kind of weird, like when a guy's all over you and you haven't even decided if you like him or not. But she's prying my legs apart and licking me, and it did feel pretty good, so I look at hers for a while, and I figure what the hell, it's no worse than rimming your asshole or something. So I kind of kiss it, and move the outer lips around with my tongue, and I feel her clit so I kind of rub that with my tongue, and I'm not that close to cumming but all of a sudden she's like bucking like a bronco and then she squirts."

"She what?"

"She fuckin' squirted like a guy. Pussy juice, all over my face. She came like a guy, says it happens to her all the time. I told you she was weird."

"So then what?" I asked.

"So we laid there, holding each other and licking pussy juice off each other's faces."

"And your tits."

"Oh, yeah, at one point she was rubbing her cunt on my tits and my stomach. Whatever, it was kind of sexy. But she was kind of done, I could tell, so much for me cumming I guess. It was like wham, bam, thank you for eating me ma'am. And you know, that was okay but I really needed a cock in me."

"So you excused yourself and came over here."

"Pretty much. I see you're glad I did," she said, rubbing my second erection in progress.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," I said. "So what do you want to do?" I asked as she jacked me back up to more or less full mast.

"I want you to see if you can make me squirt," she said, pushing my face toward her crotch.

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FOUR

"She wants what?"

"She wants to watch you. And him."

I looked around to make sure no one was listening too closely, since we were sitting on the Pentangle next to the coffee shop. "And how did this idea get in her pretty little head?"

"Believe me, it didn't need anyone to put it there. I get the idea Kristin's had her little white panties all steamed up over this for a week now."

"So tell me what she said," I said.

"This is making you hot, isn't it?" Maura said.

"Well, yeah, what about it," I said. "Come on."

"She said she's always wanted to see two guys do it. And you're the only one she knows--"

"That's bullshit, I can think of ten gay guys she knows."

"That's what she said," Maura said. "So she thought it would be really great if you'd put on a show for her."

"A show? What kind of show, Cats?" I said. "What did you say?"

"I said you were so desperate to see her titties you'd blow the football team if it meant--"

"You bitch," I whispered. "This is so typical for Kristin. I've never gotten so much as a feel off her, but she wants to see me take a cock up the ass as a show for her. What a little manipulator."

"Blonde and big tits," Maura said. "Her kind runs the world, us dark-haired fat gals just have to take the leftovers."

"So really, what did you say?"

"I said I'd mention it to you. That was all."

"Hmm," I said, thinking. "This is interesting, because in all my time knowing her, I've wanted something from her-- like every guy she meets-- and she hasn't wanted a bit of me. Now suddenly she does have the hots for me."

"While you're getting a dick in your ass, she does."

"Technicalities," I said. "Still, it gives us room to negotiate--"

"Us?" said Maura. "Where in all of this was I supposed to think that it had anything to do with me?"

"Babe, you know I love you and your bounteous bootiful bod," I said, giving her a quick feel up, along the side of her rolls of fat and up to her big heavy breast. "But you're right. You said Kristin wasn't all that considerate as a lover, right?"

"She was interested in seeing that she had a good time, that's for sure," she said.

"Okay. Well, now we have something Kristin wants. Maybe that's the way to make her do a better job."

"Okay... that's almost intriguing," Maura said. "Not that I really feel any need to get back in the sack with her, but it could be amusing, yeah."

I stroked up her skirt and along her thick round thigh. "So tell her what we want in return--"

"I can't believe I'm negotiating the terms of a fuckfest," Maura said. A couple of people around us scowled. "Oops," she said, and laughed.

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