Threesome? No, it wasn't really a threesome. When I hear the term threesome I envision a tangle of sweaty limbs and lips on genitals that are inside other genitals, or a never-ending chain of a mouth on vagina that is attached to a mouth that is on a penis that is attached to a mouth that is another vagina that is attached to the first mouth. No, this was more a tag-team erotic encounter.
As you know if you've read my story What Are Best Friends For? I met Lisa through Karen, who was my girlfriend during my sophomore year at college. Lisa's role in that dynamic was as the average looking one of the classic, hot chick-not as hot chick friendship. She was not overly pretty (but not unattractive) and had a rather unremarkable body: smallish boobs; nice figure but a little hippy. She and I had hooked up the night of that story, and a few times after in a very casual way. It was funny. We liked each other, but neither one of us was particularly interested in dating-we just got together when one of us was horny.
As you might recall, when Lisa and I first had sex I was still dating Karen. Suffice to say, Karen eventually found out and that was the end of that. Lisa and I remained friends, though it was on the sly from Karen as they were also still friends. (What tangled webs we weave) Anyway, this happened on a Sunday night. I had been working all day, delivering sandwiches for Subway, and Lisa had invited me over to watch The Simpsons. It had been a while since I'd been laid and I had been hoping to get some at Lisa's, but she said something about a friend of hers from home who was visiting her, so I figured that would probably put the kibosh on that.
When I walked in, they were watching TV and drinking beer, Lisa and Renée. Renée was a cutie. She was a redhead-a true redhead. Her hair was long and done up in a French braid. She had large, piercing green eyes and every square inch of her skin that had ever seen the light of day was imbued with a heavy coat of freckles. Her body was kind of the inverse of Lisa's: her hips were on the slender side, and she didn't have all that much ass, but she had a spectacular set of breasts. I could tell that even through the baggy t-shirt she wore. She was the same age as Lisa (a year younger than me) but she had not gone away to college. She was taking classes at a community college while she worked and saved up money. They had made no effort to primp themselves: Lisa had her dishwater-blonde hair done up in braided pigtails, and both girls were dressed in loungewear-pajama pants and a tank top for Lisa and shorts and t-shirt for Renée. They were dressed this sparsely because even though it was February and about twenty degrees outside, Lisa kept her apartment very warm.
Lisa lived in one of the units in the University Apartments complex. These were like an apartment/dorm hybrid run by the university. Through an unlikely series of events Lisa not only got to live in one of these primo units as a freshman, but by the second semester she was in there by herself, so it was just the three of us.
As I said, they were already drinking when I got there, but they didn't appear to have been at it for long. I joined them and we all had several beers each while we watched the show. After it was over Lisa said, "Who wants to smoke some pot?"
"Sure," I said. Renée concurred.
Lisa broke out her stash and rolled a few joints. We continued drinking and we talked and flirted while we smoked. Pretty soon I was well lit. Then, seemingly out of the blue, Lisa said "who's up for a game of strip poker?"
I looked at her, my eyebrows reaching for the ceiling. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, why not?" she said.
I looked at Renée and said, "I'm game if you are."
She looked me up and down and said, "I deal first."
We sat down around the round kitchen table and started to play. Renée shuffled the deck on the Formica table top, and then told me to cut.
"House rules," Lisa said. "Since there are three of us, this is how it will work. The person with the worst hand has to take off a piece of clothing. The person with the best hand gets to choose what they take off. The person in the middle doesn't do anything. Undergarments come off last."
"What if there's a tie?" I said.
"For best or worst?" Lisa said.
"Then we draw high card from the deck as a tie breaker."
Each of them was wearing four articles of clothing so I took off my shoes and we determined my socks would count as one article so it would all be even. Then we began to play.
I won the first hand and Renée lost, so I had her take off her top. I felt a little weird about this since I had just met the girl about an hour earlier, and in retrospect it may have been a bad strategic move since it effectively destroyed my concentration for the rest of the game, but I couldn't help it. I was dying to see that girls boobs. She pulled her shirt up over her head revealing first a flat and freckly stomach that held just a hint of softness in its texture. Then her breasts were revealed. She was wearing a fairly ordinary white-lace bra, but she had such a gorgeous rack she would have made a potato sack look fine. She dropped her shirt on the floor and looked at me as I stared at her chest. She had killer cleavage. Her boobs were full and perfectly shaped. I looked over her abdomen again which didn't have even a hint of a roll at her waist. In short, she was really fucking hot.
I won the next hand and Lisa lost so I had her lose her shirt too to even things out. Lisa wore a pink satin demi bra that exhibited a lot of what she had up top over its half-cups. At this point I was feeling good about my position, but that would be short lived. My luck took a sharp turn for the worse and four turns later I found myself in just my briefs. The only other piece of clothing joining mine on the floor during that time being Renée shorts, which Lisa had relieved her of a couple of hands earlier. Renée wore white boyshorts panties that rode low on her waist-very low.
I don't know how much of my losing streak was just bad luck or how much was due to bad playing caused by the distraction of Renée boobs. All I know is I was dying to see them-to get my hands on them in a perfect world, but to see them unleashed from their lace and lycra prison at the very least. But now that I was down to my last piece of clothing it finally occurred to me to ask what happened when somebody got naked.
"Well," Lisa said, "the person has to stand up and show the others what they've got."
"Okay, I figured that much, but then what?"
"They can call it quits or they can keep playing."
"How can they keep playing if they don't have any more clothes?" I said.
"Well, if they did and they lost another hand, the person who won would tell them to do something," she said.
"I dunno. It would be like truth or dare," she said.
I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but I let it go. I wasn't naked yet.
I won the next hand which Lisa lost so her pants came off. She wore pink panties that were no more than strings where they spanned her hips. They rode up in the "V" formed where her thighs met her pelvis, pulling the fabric up into her crotch and giving her a serious camel toe. All of Lisa's underwear seemed to do this. She lost the next hand as well, and Renée had her take off her bra. Lisa's breasts, while fairly small, were beautifully shaped and firm as they could be.
Things seemed to be going my way again. Renée lost the next hand and Lisa won. I thought my moment had finally arrived when I would see her topless, but in a surprise twist Lisa told her to take off her panties. This caught Renée by surprise, but she didn't balk at the request. As she stood up I glanced at Lisa who looked at me with a rascally grin. She knew I was dying to see Renée boobs (it couldn't have been much more obvious) and she did this just to prolong my agony. Renée slid off her undies to reveal a pristine field of white skin in the triangular shape that corresponded to bikini bottoms. In it there were no freckles and no hair-none. Just smooth alabaster skin. The contour of the white area seemed to funnel my eyes down toward her labia which looked slightly damp to me, but that might have just been wishful thinking. She stepped out of her panties and I got a slight whiff of her scent as she sat back down.
It bears noting that I was rock hard at this juncture. In fact, I had been since Renée took her shirt off. Now there was a sizeable spot at the top of my briefs that was wet with pre-cum. Despite the heat in the room Lisa's little nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she dealt the cards. I tried my damndest to focus, but it wasn't easy. I drew very little on the first deal. No pairs, no series. I did have three hearts, and I decided to go for a flush even though it meant throwing out a king. I crossed my fingers and asked for my cards: I got a jack of clubs and a three of diamonds. Ugh. We laid our cards down.
"Three fours," Lisa said.
I looked anxiously to Renée hand. A four, a five, a seven, an eight and... a queen. I closed my eyes and sighed.
"Let's have 'em," Lisa said.
I stood up, the head of my cock slipping under the waistband of my briefs as I did. I slid my thumbs under the elastic and pulled it out over my straining manhood and I pulled them down.
"Oh... Jackpot," Renée said. She looked around in a "did I say that out loud" kind of way and smiled impishly.
I smiled as I stepped out of my underwear. Then I stood naked before my victorious opponents. My rigid cock bobbed in sync with my heartbeat.
"Turn around," Lisa said.
I did as she instructed, slowly turning on the spot where I stood.
"Oh, nice," Renée said when she got the full view of my ass.
"Isn't it," Lisa said. "Isn't it all?"
I sat down, not sure what was to come next.
"So buddy," Lisa said. "Are you in for another hand, or are we done?"
My cock was throbbing, and I could smell Renée pussy. Additionally, her nipples were pressing visibly through the fabric of her bra. How could I have quit then? I had to see those tits.
"Deal," I said.
Lisa grinned and she shuffled and dealt. I got two pair right off, threes and nines. I discarded my fifth but got no help on the second deal. We laid our cards down. Lisa had nothing, but Renée had three twos. Shit, I thought until I realized that it made no difference. Lisa would be joining me in the naked lounge either way.
She stood and removed her underwear unveiling her immaculately trimmed bush. She tossed her panties aside and then turned around slowly for us as I had done before. Then she sat again. Renée dealt-a pair of fours and junk for me. I glanced over at her chest and saw that she was peeking into my lap. I looked up and smiled at her, which she reciprocated. My hands shook a little as I discarded. I got no help on the second deal and lost the hand to Renée. The moment of truth had arrived-at least one of them. I had no idea where this was about to go.
"How are you at dancing?" Renée said to me.
"Okay I guess."
"Good. Stand up and dance for us."
I stood tentatively. "How do you want me to dance?"
"You know. Like a Chippendale's guy."
I closed my eyes. What the fuck am I doing, I thought. I must have been a hundred shades of red. Lisa got up and put on some of the goofy dance music she liked.
"One song," I said as a thumping beat filled the room.
Renée was already bobbing her head to the music as I started to dance around the kitchen and living room. I didn't know what I was doing and I felt like and idiot, but they hooped and hollered and had a good old time. After a few minutes I started to get into it. I rubbed my body against them both as I danced. Lisa slapped my ass and I tweaked one of her nipples a little. After six minutes (I was watching the clock in the kitchen) the song mercifully came to an end and I sat back down, panting and a little sweaty.
"You still in?"Lisa said.
I looked at her in her naked glory and Renée in only her bra and thought I had to stick with it.
Renée dealt--bad cards. I lost again. But this time Lisa won. She looked at me hungrily.
"You know what I've always wanted to see Renée?"
"A guy masturbate."
My eyes bugged out and my mouth fell open.
A smirk flashed over Renée face. I looked at Lisa who was wearing a huge grin of her own-she wasn't kidding.
"You want me to..." I looked down at my lap. "Just, right here?"
"Yeah," Lisa said leaning forward. "Back up a little."
I closed my eyes and considered whether I was really going to do as she asked. I looked to Lisa again-she absolutely was not kidding. I looked to Renée who was looking at me very seriously as well. Otherwise I'll never see her boobs, I thought as I pushed my chair back from the table. From this vantage point I could see their lower halves beneath the table as well as their uppers above. Between their naked bodies and their wantonly lustful looks it was a serious turn on-it really was.
I reclined in my chair. Then I brought my hand to my mouth and licked the palm. I transferred the saliva onto my cock and returned my hand to my mouth. I did this several times until I had built up a critical mass of lubrication, then I slid my hand over my shaft. Down and up, up and down. I closed my eyes and tried to envision Renée sucking my cock. Pre-cum was oozing out of my slit-this wasn't going to take long. I encircled the base of my cock with my other hand and supplemented the stroking of my first hand with it. I opened my eyes.
When I was dancing for them Lisa and Renée carried the way women do at a strip club-they hooped and hollered and laughed and high-fived each other. Now though they were behaving like a couple of guys at a titty bar: they looked very serious and were silent. They stared as I stroked myself, focused to the point of being oblivious to each other's presence. Renée was leaning forward with her forearms on the table. Lisa had slid her chair to the side to get a better view and was leaning over so far that she was about to fall out of her seat. Their eyes were all as wide as saucers. I looked Renée over. She was squirming in her seat and was breathing heavily through her mouth. Her breasts swelled out of her bra cups with each inhale. She licked her lips and with a grunt I shot my load all over my chest and stomach. As I said, it had been a while since I had been laid, so this was a big load. I shot six or seven long streams onto myself before I relaxed back into my chair. I stayed like that until I caught my breath. When I opened my eyes I still had both of my hands on my cock, which was now half-erect, and both girls still had their eyes riveted on me.
I stood up and got some paper towels from the kitchen counter. I wiped the semen from my torso and threw the paper in the trash. Then I sat back down.
"Whose deal is it," I said.
"Mine I guess," Lisa said snapping out of her trance.
Lisa dealt the cards and I drew an eight-high straight on the first deal. My head was clearer after my orgasm and I decided that I would have Lisa give me a blowjob if she lost. For better or for worse though, it was Renée who drew that lot. As I noted before, I had felt weird earlier asking Renée to take her clothes off since we'd just met. Since then, however, she had seen me dance around naked and then stroke myself off until I came all over myself so that wasn't an issue now. My cock became rigid with anticipation.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She drew her shoulders forward, slid the shoulder straps off and her breasts swung free. Whatever price I had paid to get to that point was worth it. Her breasts were absolutely magnificent. I stared. And stared. And stared. I was like a boy looking at his first Playboy magazine. I couldn't help myself. I could not have stopped staring even if I had wanted to. The mass of her breasts hung in a perfect curve that swelled up and around to where her pert, pink nipples jutted forth. The skin of her orbs was pearl-white and flawless-her nipples small, taut and pink.
"You've really got great tits Renée," Lisa said.
"Amen to that," I said. Then I looked around in a "did I say that out loud" kind of way. Renee blushed.
"You're deal," Lisa said to me.
I clumsily tried to pull the cards back to me and into a single pile while I continued to stare at Renée chest.
"Alright already," Lisa said shoving the cards I had missed across the table in my direction.
"Are we all still in?" I said. I looked to Lisa and then to Renée who looked back at me with what I took as an unsure expression.
"I am," Lisa said.
"Oh yeah," said Renée.
The next hand was a blur. All I know is I kept staring at Renée boobs and I lost the hand to Lisa.
"Come here and eat my pussy," she said.
I got out of my chair and dropped to my knees. Lisa leaned back in her chair so she was right on the edge of the seat and spread her legs wide. I peeked over at Renée. She was watching me intently. I turned my focus to Lisa and licked her from perineum to clitoris. Lisa loved oral sex and I knew just how she liked it. I reversed my first move, and then repeated the sequence a couple of times. Then spread her outer pussy lips apart with my thumbs and licked her inner lips, gradually working my way up to her clit. I toyed with it hooded for a while, then I pulled back the hood, stuck my index finger inside her and went in for the kill. I sucked her clit between my lips and she gasped. I licked and sucked her clit alternately and curled my finger up inside her until I hit her G-Spot. She put her hands on my head and shrieked as she came. I kept working her clit and massaging her pussy until finally she pushed my forehead back with both of her hands.
"I can't take anymore," she panted as she warded me off.
I pulled away from Lisa wiping her juices off of my face with my hand as I did. I turned to Renée who had one hand on her thigh and the other planted in her crotch. The fingers on that one were working feverishly. She looked at me and seemed to mouth something, but I couldn't tell what it was. Unsure what else to do I returned to my seat. The air was thick with sex. I looked at the cards, but it seemed like we were past that.
It was Renée who pulled them together again. She began to deal before Lisa had composed herself and sat back up. We played the hand and perhaps not surprisingly Renée won. Lisa and I tied with a pair of fives, but she won on the strength of a king high. I looked to Renée.
"What do you want me to do," I said.
"Push your chair back from the table," she said. Fuck! She's going to have me jack off again, I thought as I did it. Her eyes flared as she looked me over. "Now, just stay right where you are."
She stood up, stepped my way and then stood astride me in my chair. Her breasts were right in front of my face-her gorgeous breasts. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to burst. I took one of her nipples between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue around the areola as I did. I savored the taste and feel of her boob as I slid my hands over her hips and onto her ass. I squeezed and moaned. I felt her ass cheeks tighten and her breast pull away from my mouth as she began to lower herself. Her nipple pulled free of my lips and I felt her hand on my cock, positioning it beneath her descending vulva. I stared in wonder. The muscles of her sleek, speckled thighs were flexed and her abdominal muscles were pulled taut. Then I felt the first of her warm juices on my pulsating rod. Her pussy lips caressed my cock head and she wriggled her hips around a little before she let herself drop. As she enveloped me she looked into my eyes with a wide-eyed expression that looked as much like surprise as it did passion.
"God, you're thick," she groaned through clenched teeth.
She was tight. My God she was tight! (Of course she was. She was 18 years old!) She put her hands on my shoulders and began to grind her hips back and forth, keeping my full seven inches inside of her all the while. My hands went to her tits. I squeezed them, I lifted them, I pressed them together. I pinched her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. Renée rocked around with ever increasing vigor. I continued to massage her breasts and she reached down and rubbed her clit.
"Oh... oh... oh..." she cried. "Yes... YES!"
Her hips shuddered; her pussy gripped my cock; she clenched her eyes shut.
She collapsed on me, panting furiously, her head resting on my shoulder. To my right I saw Lisa sitting in Renée chair with her legs spread. She was watching us while gently fingering herself. I smiled at Lisa while I returned my hands to Renée's ass and began slowly thrusting into her from underneath. Lisa smiled back and continued to masturbate. Renée stayed on my shoulder for a little while, but then she sat up, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out. My hands went back to them as if by a will of their own, and she resumed grinding, but I felt an increasingly unwelcome sensation in my back. The rickety old chair I was in was gouging into my shoulder blades. I was sure I already had a sizeable bruise. I didn't want to but, "I've got to get out of this chair," I said.
Renée dismounted me and I extricated myself from the chair. My back seared. I looked over at Lisa who was still watching us, but was still silent. Then I looked to Renée and the couch beyond her. She had a tattoo of a butterfly on the small of her back. It was purple, blue and red and was centered above a lovely set of back dimples. Her ass looked much shapelier in the buff than it had when she was dressed, and I went to bend her over the couch and take her doggy-style.
"Whoa Big Guy. I'm running this fuck," she said as she straightened back up.
The couch was a modular one from back whenever that was in style. She led me around it and pushed an ottoman against another piece and she lay down. She spread her legs wide, and bent them so her knees were up near her shoulders. She raised her eyebrows and gestured for me to mount her. I began to climb onto the couch to do as she beckoned, but I couldn't resist the pull of her pristine hairless crotch. I descended on her pussy and ate her. She was already sopping and my face and chin were immediately covered in her juices.
"Oh yeah! Lick my clit!" she squealed.
I did as she asked and in short order she was flailing her arms and grabbing the couch cushions.
"Stop, stop," she plead looking down at me. "Fuck me. Now!"
I climbed up on my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs, lowered my pelvis and entered her from that quasi-sitting position. I fucked her like that-slowly at first, but then faster. Her breasts bobbed back and forth in reaction to my thrusts--she was beautiful. She grabbed under her legs and held them wide and I reached down with and squeezed one of her tits one hand while I worked her clit with the other.
She looked up at me. "Oh... yeah. That's it. Harder. Yeah."
She shooed my hand away from her clit. "I'm good. Just fuck me. Harder!"
I grabbed her by both breasts and used that leverage to drive my cock into her harder and harder.
"Fuck... Me!" Renée cried.
"Yeah! Fuck her!" Lisa said.
I quickly glanced up at Lisa, whom I had forgotten all about-she was wide-eyed and grinning maniacally. I flopped on top of Rene and planted my hands above her shoulders. I drove into her as hard and fast as I could. She became braced against my forearms as I bore down on her, over and over and over.
"Fuuuuck! Fuck my pussy!" Renée screamed.
I was in the home stretch now and I rammed my cock in and out of her like a piston firing in a racing engine.
I felt Lisa's hand strike my ass.
I peered over my shoulder at Lisa. I could barely see her back there, but I just knew she was grinning.
"Yeah... cuuuhm..." Renée plead.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" I groaned as I blew my load into her.
"CaaaEeeeeee," she replied.
I kept thrusting, well beyond the duration of my orgasm, to make sure I got Renée where she was going. I wound down slowly until I stopped altogether. I looked down at Renée, from my pushup position.
"You can lay on me," she said. Wild wisps of hair had come out of what had been a tight braid, and now lay about her head giving her a classic "Just-been-fucked" look. I lowered myself down and lay on top of her. Her boobs compressed against my chest, and she hooked her feet under my ass and pulled me into her. She smiled contentedly.
"That was awesome Renée," I whispered in her ear. "You are beautiful."
"Likewise," she said.
I felt Lisa's hand on my butt again, but she was just gently caressing it now. "You really have a great ass."
"Ass?" Renée said. "You didn't tell me what a great cock he has. Bitch."
"Yeah well, I'm next girlfriend."
"I think that depends on who wins the next hand," I said.
"To hell with the cards!" Lisa said. "You're fucking me as soon as you're able."
"Only if you take it in the ass," I said. I had no idea where those words were coming from. I'd never even had anal sex at that point.
"Oh, you wish."
"Deal the cards," I said.
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