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College Threesome (and then some)
Joris Huysmans (joriskhuysmans@hotmail.com)

***

In college I had a female friend named Kristin, who 
everybody thought I was dating, and believe me at the 
time I wished I had been -- but I was just one of the 
many guys she kept around her, thanks to being a 
gorgeous stacked blonde. Anyway, this is the story about 
how I enjoyed my college days and eventually Kristin, 
along with a few other folks along the way. (MMF, MM, 
FF, bi, BBW, voy)

***

-= PART 1 =-

A casual friend of mine from one of my classes named 
Steve was quickly becoming her latest admirer, I 
thought. One night we all went out for drinks, and I 
happened to grab a kind of fedora hat that Kristin had 
and started joking around with wearing it in a Truman 
Capote-Quentin Crisp kind of way. I wasn't really making 
fun of gays, well I was a bit but not maliciously, it 
was more playacting than anything else. 

At one point I made some kind of pretend come-on to 
Steve, and though I quickly laughed it off, there was a 
definite moment there where the idea seemed to be in the 
air, and Steve's reaction seemed anything but hostile. 
Kristin seemed oblivious, thankfully.

I soon forgot all about that, but one Saturday night I 
was home watching Saturday Night Live when there was a 
knock at my apartment door. To my surprise it was Steve 
with a six-pack, and I invited him in. We chatted for a 
bit as the show played, sitting on the floor against my 
bed. He told me that he had gone to see Kristin the 
night before, to try to get her to quit jerking him 
around and either commit to going out with him or not. 

I knew where this was leading and there was little that 
I could say; if I explained the truth, that she liked to 
string guys along and he might as well give up now, it 
would inevitably be interpreted as me trying to reduce 
the competition for her favors. (At least I'll say this 
for myself, I was one of the few who ever gave up early 
on and didn't make too much of a fool of myself pursuing 
her.)

He expressed his frustration with her over his first 
beer, and most of a second, and then he grew silent. The 
show ended and he seemed kind of restless. I started 
flipping channels, and he said, "Well, now what are we 
going to do."

I didn't have cable, so TV's options were exhausted 
pretty quickly. "I don't know," I said. He was quiet, 
too, and honest to God, I was still clueless about why 
he had shown up at my door one night after finding 
sexual frustration at Kristin's. "We could go out to a 
bar or something," I offered.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, but didn't make any move to 
get up. Okay, maybe by now it was starting to dawn on 
me. "Well, it's late, maybe I better go," he said, and 
this time he did start to get up.

"Did you..." I started to say something, but then I 
wasn't sure what. He was hot for Kristin, he couldn't be 
thinking, and besides, he knew my girlfriend Maura, 
there was no reason for him to think that I-- other, 
that is, than the fact that I'd come on to him. 
Suddenly, the idea sent butterflies through my stomach.

Maybe a little background is in order. I had never had 
sex with a guy, and I'd had several girlfriends in 
college. But the idea didn't freak me out, either-- in 
fact, I was curious enough, open enough to 
experimentation, and I had even toyed with the idea of 
picking somebody up in the well-trafficked restrooms in 
the student union, where glory holes had been carved in 
the stalls for decades. Toyed with it in my anything-
goes jackoff fantasies, that is, but never seriously 
considered it in the light of day. 

Since Steve had never given any overt signs of being 
gay, I'd never looked at him that way, though the fact 
was, to a full-time gay man I think he'd have been 
pretty cute, tall, rangy, blond and kind of droopy-eyed 
in a Nordic way. Now, suddenly, I was looking at him 
that way, and the thought was occurring to me, did I 
want to fuck a guy? This one in particular? Well, 
actually, why not. If, that is, it was what he wanted to 
do.

"What?" he asked, and now he was staring at me 
earnestly. I thought we were going to have to have a 
whole conversation about it, but as my experience since 
then has taught me, you almost never do. There just 
comes a point where you're two guys looking at each 
other like two guys who aren't going to have sex don't 
look at each other.

My throat dried up, but I got it out. "You don't have to 
go," I said. "You could... stay."

"The night?" he asked.

"Yeah," I croaked out, and now I reached out and grabbed 
his hand. That seemed kind of silly, school girlish, and 
so I started rubbing his leg in his jeans. He grabbed me 
around the waist and pulled me toward him, and then he 
pulled his shirt off. I did the same and then we 
embraced. I liked the feel of his hard chest against 
mine and after nuzzling cheeks for a moment it seemed 
like the thing to do was to kiss him. 

It clearly surprised him, though. I didn't know that a 
lot of gay guys don't kiss, so I just forced my tongue 
into his mouth and we were soon sucking each other's 
tongues as I ran one hand up over his flat stomach, 
rubbing his nipples, and used the other to massage a 
rapidly hardening place in his jeans. "We don't have to 
do anything you don't want to do," he whispered to me.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, as I moved down to 
lick his nipple. We were going to do something I'd 
wanted to do for a long time. Actually, it had long been 
my thought that if I ever ended up in bed with a guy, I 
would want to suck him off first, just in case my 
enthusiasm for the whole idea dissipated once I came. So 
I nuzzled the hard place straining inside his jeans as I 
popped the button and unzipped it. His white cotton 
underwear immediately sprang up at me, and I took in a 
whiff of summer sweat and heat cooped up in his jeans. 
Well, we can do something about that, I thought, and I 
yanked his shorts down below his balls and ass.

It kind of took my breath away, being face to face with 
a cock like that, the thin shaft straining up at me and 
the lazy balls rolling away. He looked at me to see what 
I would do next and so I thought, here's where we 
separate the men from the boys, and stuck my tongue out 
and bobbed the end of it with my lips. It twitched in my 
mouth and I knew I wanted more, so juicing my mouth up I 
started lubing his shaft, taking a little more in with 
each up-and-down until I felt the head sliding all the 
way against the back of my throat and my nose was 
nuzzling in his scratchy fur.

I ran my head up and down the shaft, taking time to 
trace the heart-shaped knob, savor the musky smell of it 
and the feel of a stiff cock sliding up and down the 
length of my tongue as he caressed the back of my head. 
A few minutes of that, and then suddenly he jerked hard, 
convulsing, and I tasted salty cum filling my mouth. 

I swallowed the first shot and another one took its 
place, which I ran over the head, making his cock twitch 
almost painfully as the next dribble oozed out onto my 
tongue. I ran my hand along the length of it to squeeze 
the last globs out onto my lips, then swallowed the 
oyster and finished up the last few drops by moving up 
to kiss him again and smearing his own cum over his 
lips.

As we kissed and he held me in his arms he started 
jacking my cock, which was flying high, believe me, as I 
thought in amazement over the thing I had just done, 
sucked a cock, swallowed a guy's cum. He started moving 
down and he took my cock in his mouth, smoothly sliding 
his lips and tongue up and down on it as he jacked me 
off. 

Laying back, still tasting the cum in my mouth, I felt 
sort of distant from the action, so I motioned to him to 
roll on one side and then I slid around into a 69 
position, his limp penis still dripping a little as I 
gave it an affectionate little kiss. He took me back in 
his mouth, trying not to scrape the underside with his 
teeth as I started to lick on his loose ball sack, 
taking one in and then the other. 

I must have been a little too vigorous because he 
squirmed a little at that, so I left his balls alone and 
started licking my way toward his asshole. I was amazing 
myself at what I was doing, but there was nothing I 
wanted more at that point than to jam my tongue into his 
brown hole. As I did that he started playing with mine, 
too, and I felt a finger slip up my ass, nothing new 
there, plenty of my girlfriends had done that. 

I stuck one finger into him as I licked the wrinkled 
edges of his spicy asshole. The thought of what I was 
doing -- licking ass with cum in my mouth and a guy's 
finger up my own hole as he sucked my cock -- pow! It 
was over and I shot ribbons of steamy cum into his 
mouth.

I lay back, still dazzled with the thought of what I was 
doing and the new possibilities it opened up to me, not 
being gay, exactly, being everything all at once. He 
held me and rubbed his legs against mine, which was sexy 
in a way I had never even thought about a guy being sexy 
before. After a little bit of this I started to rise 
again (ah, youth) and as I grabbed his cock it started 
to stiffen in my hands, too. He looked at me as if to 
say What do you want to do now? I took a breath and 
answered the question he hadn't even asked. "I want you 
to fuck me," I said.

I dug out some KY from the nightstand and then rolled 
over as he massaged it into my asshole. That was pretty 
great in itself, just feeling him working the warm goo 
into my hole. I spread my ass wide and he rubbed the 
head at the end of it, and I tried to relax as the bulb 
strained to pop its way inside; but it just wasn't 
happening. "We could do something else," he said, a bit 
unhappily.

"Let's give it the old Scoutmaster try," I said, rolling 
over onto my back. 

I stuffed a pillow under my ass and spread my legs open, 
showing him my asshole. I wanted to watch him pound away 
at my ass like I was his girlfriend, and somehow that 
did the trick; my legs in the air up around his head, it 
was easier this time, and I felt the head pop inside me 
and then that long shaft root me open and fill me deeper 
and fuller than any finger or candle I or a girl had 
ever shoved in there myself. As he rammed away at me, 
sliding his cock in and out of my virgin ass and I 
watched him use my butt, I felt completely ravished.

And at that moment I heard the key in the front door 
unlock. He kind of stopped in mid-stroke, which I 
thought was kind of funny, like if Tom found me with a 
cock shoved up my ass but the guy wasn't humping away, 
then he might not think I was a fag. Well, fuck that, or 
rather, fuck me. I squeezed his cock hard with my ass 
and pumped up and down, saying loud enough to be heard 
in the kitchen, "Oh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck my ass like 
a bitch, oh, God yes."

That seemed to have the desired effect and Steve started 
ramming away again. It wasn't long before he seized up 
and I could feel his cock firing away, with each squirt 
seeming to expand inside my raw asshole. He sank on top 
of me, exhausted and sweaty, and I kissed the sweat from 
his forehead as his cock shrank and pulled out of my 
ass. He lay there, but I knew there was something I 
wanted to do and so I rolled out from under him and 
climbed on, spreading his cheeks with my hand as I 
massaged his asshole with the KY. 

I wiped the end of my cock with some of the goo and then 
climbed on top of him. "No, I don't think I can... 
ARRGH!" was his response as I plumbed past his ring and 
deep into his bowels in one stroke. I wasn't really in 
to taking no for an answer from a ready asshole at that 
point. As I fucked him in the ass, him humping the bed 
under me, I reached around and grabbed my own sore, 
reddened asshole, feeling it smeared with his cum. I 
jabbed my finger as far as I could reach into it and 
ripped at my own asshole with my finger as I felt my 
cock stiffen and explode inside Steve's ass.


-= PART 2 =-

"So, do you like girls?" I asked the next morning as he 
was pulling his underwear up over his muscley haunches, 
and I lay there, too reamed and sore to move.

"Uh, yeah," Steve said. "I just don't ONLY like girls."

I thought that was a pretty good way to sum up how I 
felt, too. "'Cause I thought you were pretty hot for 
Kristen."

"Yeah, she's got fantastic tits," he said.

"Good luck getting at them, because take it from me, 
she's got very particular tastes," I said. "She seems to 
like dull guys she can dominate. 

At least that's been the pattern since high school. 
Anyway, the reason I bring this up..." "Yeah?" he 
smiled. "What do you think of my girlfriend, Maura?"

"She's, uh, cute," he said. "For a big girl. That's not 
my really my thing."

"Well, a lot of things weren't necessarily my thing 
until I found myself in bed doing them," I said. "Take 
it from me, she's incredibly fucking hot in bed, she'll 
do anything. The first time we made out, she was on the 
rag so I figured I'll be lucky to get a handjob, but she 
jerked me off-- and then she licked up all the cum off 
my chest."

"Jesus," he said, sitting down next to me as I massaged 
his crotch again. 

"No woman does that."

"Tell me about it," I said. "I mean, a straight up 
blowjob would have been better for me, but man, give a 
girl points for trying."

"You earned a few points like that yourself," he said as 
he pulled his shirt on. "So what are you saying, that 
the three of us..."

"We've talked about it, but I always thought I wanted 
another chick there, good luck finding that, and she 
said she wanted another guy. So how about it?"

* * *

"So how about it?"

"Okay, I just want everyone to understand that if I 
don't feel like doing any more, I don't have to," Maura 
said.

"Of course," I said. "Now can we take your clothes off?"

"Okay," she said, and pulled her sweater over her head, 
revealing her heavy breasts squeezed into the tan satin 
brassiere, and the soft flesh of her tummy spilling over 
the edges of her pants. "You. Kiss me," she said to 
Steve, sitting on the other side of her from me, and 
they began to kiss, the woman and the man I loved to 
fuck kissing each other.

They started out tentatively, shyly, and I tried to help 
by massaging her big tits and keeping my eyes cast 
downward-- I was afraid that if I made eye contact with 
either one, we'd all start giggling.

I'd talked her into trying it, but I hadn't told her 
about Steve and me. I didn't know how she'd handle it. 
But when she asked me if I felt funny about being in bed 
with another guy, I let on something about thinking he 
was kind of cute. "You really think you'd..." she asked, 
disbelieving.

"Hey, I'm open to new things," I said. "I'm not going to 
act like the thought never crossed my mind. If you're 
willing to see where this goes, I'm not going to say no 
before we even start. Why, how does that make you feel? 
Would it gross you out?"

"No," she said, starting to smile, the horny little 
(well, not so little) slut. And I use that term in the 
most positive sense, since I'd just proven what a slut 
my own ass was. Maybe I was being dishonest, but somehow 
I felt the best way to break it to her that I liked to 
suck cock was to do it when Steve's cock was in her 
mouth, too.

They were still kissing like near-strangers, so I popped 
her brassiere and her big tits tumbled out like a couple 
of broken eggs. Steve started sucking one and she fell 
back onto the bed as I started sucking the other. I 
moved down and started undoing her pants and slid them 
with her underpants off as a whiff of steaming pussy hit 
me. "I better not be the only one without clothes on," 
she said.

We were both naked at record speed after that. I had to 
keep my eyes on the prize and not be seen glancing too 
much at Steve's stiff cock. I opened her thick thighs 
and massaged that big broad ass, running my tongue along 
the slit. Steve continued sucking on her tit and soon 
enough, as I figured she would, Maura made him move up 
and straddle her, taking his cock deep into her mouth as 
he sat on her bouncing boobs and I sucked deep juices 
from her slippery snatch. 

In a few moments she was in the unmistakable rhythm of 
impending orgasm, and I let my tongue slip down to her 
ass and lubed her brown hole, then slid a finger up her 
ass as two others went in her pussy and I continued 
licking her clit. Steve slid off to the side, and I got 
my first good look of his cock lolling inside her mouth 
as suddenly her thighs squeezed together so tight I 
nearly saw stars.

It was always easier to get Maura to do stuff after 
she'd cum once. So now I moved up and kissed her as 
Steve moved down. It was exciting to think I was kissing 
where his cock had just been. "Is somebody gonna fuck me 
or not?" she asked.

"Why doesn't everybody fuck you," I said, and rolled her 
a little sideways, so her big broad ass was facing me 
and her fat belly and big floppy tits lay spread for 
Steve.

"I don't want it in my ass," she said. "I'm sore."

"Well, then, you want for us to both try it in your 
pussy?" I asked her.

"Will that work?" Steve asked.

"I've seen it in movies," I said. Not that that's much 
of a recommendation of reality, but I wasn't deterred. I 
lifted her thigh up and dug around with my cock until I 
felt it slide in, her big ass bunched up against my 
stomach. "Okay," I said to Steve.

"Is it okay?" he asked her.

"It's fine, and thank you for asking before you just jam 
your dick in me," she said. She raised her leg a little 
higher and he started rubbing the head on her pussy, and 
my dick, to get it wet. It was incredibly erotic, 
feeling his slimy dick rub against mine as it slid into 
place inside her steaming snatch. I had to really give 
some serious thought to the constitutional issues 
involved in the Compromise of 1850 to avoid shooting off 
all over both our dicks. 

After a minute of rubbing cock against cock inside a 
juicy wet cunt, Steve and I both kind of came to the 
realization that there was no real good way for two guys 
to get into a humping rhythm inside a woman from 
opposite sides like this, and if we did we were liable 
to get serious rug burns on both our cocks. So it was 
time for the next part of our plan.

I pulled out, letting Steve roll on top of her. It was 
awesome watching his move up and down as he pumped away 
at my girlfriend's pussy, and I knew what would make it 
even more of a sight to remember. I moved up to her face 
and she eagerly took my cock into her mouth. Steve moved 
down a little closer to her as she sucked away, and as 
she sucked he started to kiss her face, just an inch 
from my cock. Then as I pulled it out most of the way 
and she licked the bulb, he opened his mouth and started 
to suck on the end of it too.

I didn't know what she would do, maybe jump up in 
disgust. Instead she let out a moan and sucked me in 
harder, then stuck her tongue out and tongue kissed him 
as my dick played over both their lips and a trail of 
pre-cum looped from her lips to his. Now I knew what I 
wanted to do. I got up and rolled them over, her on top 
of him. I spread her ass wide and started licking her 
asshole, all slippery with her pussy juice, as it 
slammed up and down on his cock just an inch or two 
away. 

I let my tongue slide down to her pussy, all red and 
inflamed, and my chin rested on his balls. As he slid in 
and out I started to lick the underside of his cock as 
it went into her cunt, savoring the contrast between her 
flowery wet lips and his rigid piston. 

He grabbed her ass tightly and I could tell he was 
coming, so as he did I licked his balls and rubbed my 
nose in her wet asshole. She had to know from that that 
I was doing something to him now. His cock jerked an 
inch from my lips, and then he sank back and pulled his 
dick out of her puffy red snatch.

As soon as he did I moved in and started licking her 
swollen lips, sucking his cum out of her. She rolled 
over on her back, her chubby tummy sweaty with their 
combined heat, and I dove in again, sucking her lips 
hard into my mouth as I pulled on his limp cock in her 
view. She grunted and I took that to mean to climb on, 
so I got up on top and jammed my cock back into her 
slippery hole. 

I kissed her with a mouth full of Steve's cum as I 
jacked him back up to a hard-on. He moved up to her face 
and my girlfriend and I both started licking the cock in 
front of us from either side. He could only take it for 
a moment and didn't cum again yet, but in that moment I 
knew we'd entered a new phase of our relationship, as I 
watched my girlfriend watch me suck my boyfriend's cock.

* * *

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 hard-on 
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 
smooching 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 
claw marks 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.


-= PART 3 =-

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. 

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 our 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 fiancé 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 (thigh pit?), 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 -- ah -- when I said 
Steve -- shocked too -- kind of intrigued, kind of 
pissed -- but fuck her, she thinks she fuckin' owns guys 
-- aarrh1" she moaned, 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?"

"Lying 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.

* * *

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 sword-swallower 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."

"ARRGH!" I moaned. 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. 

"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.


-= PART 4 =-

"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 doing it. 
And you 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.

* * *

I have to give it to Maura, she dragged negotiations out 
with Kristin unmercifully until she bent to our will. Of 
course at first she balked at doing anything herself. 
Maura said fine. A day later she agreed to show us her 
tits, but no more. Maura waited two or three days before 
getting back to her that we weren't interested. (Weren't 
interested in Kristin's tits? KRISTIN'S TITS? 
Unimaginable, to her or us, I'm sure.) A few more days 
and we had our terms.

Of course, convincing Steve to join us had been much 
easier: "You wanna fuck me while Maura and Kristin make 
out?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

So there we were in Kristin's room, the lights low, the 
awful smooth jazz she liked playing. (She'd insisted on 
the venue. We gave her that.) And we stared at each 
other, wondering -- who first?

I grabbed Steve and we started kissing, tongues in each 
other's mouths, hands rubbing all over each other's 
butts. Kristin just watched and so Maura coughed "Hmm-
hhm" and took her by the hands. They started kissing, 
delicately, a bit timidly. Wow, Kristin making out with 
another girl. What I would have paid to see that in high 
school. Oh, and my girlfriend Maura doing it too. Cool.

Steve pulled my shirt up over my head and I did the same 
to him, then he bent down and started licking my 
nipples. I looked over at the girls and-- they were 
stopped again. I nodded, hey c'mon, and Maura started 
taking Kristin's shirt off. Oh man, Kristin's boobs in a 
bra, her cups running over. Maura took hers off too and 
unsnapped her bra in back, letting her big breasts fall 
out as she bent down to start kissing Kristin's 
cleavage.

Steve started to move down to my crotch, but I stopped 
him. We both looked at Kristin, who still seemed to 
think she could get away without showing them. We all 
stopped and stared until finally she reached back and 
unsnapped her bra.

And there they were, the dreams of my high school days. 
They were really quite gorgeous, perfectly round, firm 
and pointy. I wanted to go over and play with them right 
now, but Kristin's demeanor made it clear that I would 
not be welcome doing that. A chill blew through the 
room.

Nevertheless, Steve and I soldiered on. We dropped the 
rest of our clothes and this time I knelt before him, 
grabbing his cock and holding it in front of my face. 
Again, though, I stopped. Maura got the point and 
quickly slipped out of her own skirt and panties, then 
hopped up on the bed, legs spread.

Kristin knew what she had to do, but she seemed to do it 
joylessly. She took off the rest of her clothes, 
revealing long, muscular legs and a somewhat square ass-
- frankly, next to Maura's overripe voluptuousness, if I 
wanted to fuck an ass that looked like that, I'd just 
fuck Steve. Kneading Maura's big round tits and pushing 
her squishy belly up out of the way, she started licking 
at Maura's clit, rhythmically, mechanically. My first 
time watching two girls make it and it just wasn't as 
hot as I hoped.

Well, of course, there was one way I could contribute. 
So I started licking the head of Steve's cock, then down 
to his balls, and I sucked on them before licking my way 
back up to the head and sucking it down three or four 
times. That did seem to have an effect on Kristin, kinky 
little bitch, because now she got into the act of 
licking Maura's pussy more vigorously. Steve lay down on 
the bed next to Maura and the two of them kissed while 
Kristin and I worked side by side, her licking Maura's 
slippery crotch, me sucking on Steve's pole.

Suddenly Kristin said, hungrily, "Do him. I want to see 
him doing you." Somewhat contradictory instructions but 
I got the drift. That she wanted it so badly, though, 
made me think here was my chance to go beyond even what 
we'd negotiated.

I stopped sucking Steve and looked at her. "You know 
what the best way to do it is?"

"What," she panted.

"To get fucked in the ass by a guy while you're fucking 
a girl. That's incredible. Do you want to see that?"

"Yeah, yeah," Kristin said. "Fuck Maura while he does 
you."

"Not `does me," I said. "Fucks my ass with his long hard 
cock. That's what you want to see, isn't it?"

"Yes, do it," Kristin said. She really seemed lost in 
it, she was even kind of rubbing down into her crotch a 
little. "Fuck Maura while he fucks your ass."

"Not Maura," I said. "I want him to fuck my ass with his 
long, hard cock while I fuck you. Two guys on top of 
you, one fucking the ass of the other."

She jumped back as if she'd been stung. Which at least 
had the advantage of letting me see her blonde pussy for 
the first time. "No way," she said.

"We can go home and finish our fun, can't we?" I said, 
and Steve and Maura nodded.

She looked like a caged animal, desperately searching 
for a way out. Which was not exactly a compliment to me. 
"Think about it," I said. "One cock in you, another in 
the guy on top of you. How hot is that."

She gritted her teeth and thought for a moment, with 
what looked like genuine anguish-- quite an argument 
going on in that head of hers over what should have been 
a fairly simple yes-or-no. "All right," she said. "But 
quick, stick it in quick."

No argument there from me. She lay back on the bed, 
missionary style, and I climbed on top of her,  oh let's 
just savor the moment, I climbed on top of Kristin, 
naked and spread ready for my cock-- and pressed my 
cockhead against her wet snatch. It slid in easily as I 
grabbed a handful of Kristin titty and sucked those 
pointy eraser nipples into my mouth. She gave little 
reaction, but I didn't care.

Maura helpfully squirted a glob of lube onto my ass and 
stuck a finger inside to lube it up, then smeared it all 
over Kristin's sheets. Steve climbed on top of me and 
began to slide his pole into me, the waves of sensation 
from my ass and prostate overwhelming me. Then he began 
to set the pace, raising me up from Kristin and pushing 
me back into her. 

We fucked like that and I felt Kristin all over, 
guessing this would be my only chance to feel the body 
I'd whacked off to for so long. Maura watched patiently 
from the side, her big round body so different from 
Kristin's athletic boniness.

I felt Kristin reach around to my ass and take hold of 
Steve's cock as it went in and out of my ass. Then she 
even tried to jam a finger in me, which hurt, frankly, 
but I wasn't going to do anything to interrupt what we 
were doing. Kristin's pussy was like sopping wet velvet, 
her tits were picture-perfect, but Maura was right, it 
was all about her in bed. Which made sense because it 
was pretty much all about her out of bed, too. 

As I thrust in and out of her and Steve thrust in and 
out of me, I decided that while it was fun to finally 
fuck Kristin, looking at Maura watching us, fat, naked 
and willing to let me do all this (once, anyway) 
reminded me why I loved her and why she was so much fun 
in bed, where she showed the same generosity and delight 
in others' pleasure, where her bounteous body was an 
expression of her joyful personality that loved sex and 
food and other people equally. I looked up at Maura and 
blew her a kiss. She blew one back.

Meanwhile Kristin was grabbing Steve's cock even harder 
and, I gathered, a bit painfully. She suddenly blurted 
out, almost as if she didn't want to be caught saying 
it, "My ass, fuck my ass." I pulled out of her and she 
rolled over, ass in the air. Maura was ready with the 
lube and I put it on her ass, then shoved a finger in. 
Kristin grunted and started rubbing her clit, a finger 
or two inside her. I pushed my head against it and 
started pumping gently, going in a little deeper each 
time. Steve took the opportunity to start making out 
with Maura and soon she was climbing on top of him and 
jiggling all over as she fucked him. Suddenly I felt 
something hot and wet splash all over me-- holy shit, 
she'd just squirted all over me. That was all I could 
take and I shot my wad in Kristin's ass.

A few minutes later Steve came in Maura and she rolled 
off of him. We all lay there, exhausted. The CD had 
stopped and it gradually occurred to us that there was 
noise coming from the closet-- it sounded like 
sniffling. Giving me a dark look, Maura leaped up and 
opened the closet door-- and there was Ashley, in her 
pajamas.

"What the fuck?" I shouted, and Maura and Steve both 
said similar things. 

As kinky as we were, this was a whole other dimension.

"She wanted to watch," Kristin said.

"No I didn't," Ashley said, rubbing her nose on her 
pajama top.

"Come here," Kristin said to Ashley, as she lay back on 
the bed, spread open, liquid all over her legs, and the 
red-eyed girl meekly obeyed. "You know what to do."

"I don't want to," she muttered softly.

"You know you do," Kristin said firmly.

"Jesus, this is some sick shit," Steve said. "Ashley, 
you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Nobody 
does."

"Ha," scoffed Kristin. "Like I wanted to fuck you guys. 
You made me fuck you."

"Bullshit," I said, though there was half truth in it, I 
knew.

"--and now I'm going to make her clean me up. That's 
what sex is all about."

Maura took Ashley by the shoulder and looked into her 
eyes. For standing there naked, she seemed surprisingly 
authoritative and in control. "Ashley, you don't have to 
obey her. If you don't want to do this, don't do it. 
Come with us."

"You know what will happen if you do that," Kristin 
said.

Ashley looked at her, and then Kristin rolled over and 
spread her ass, my cum leaking from it. Ashley leaned 
forward and began, slowly, tears rolling down her 
cheeks, to lick it up from Kristin's asshole.

* * *

"So did it live up to what you imagined?" Maura asked as 
the three of us walked home in the dark. "Fucking 
Kristin, the goddess of St. Vincent's high school?"

"More like the princess of darkness," I said. "Well, it 
wasn't exactly what I imagined, though none of it 
totally surprises me, either."

"She's got a weird fucking idea of what sex is," Steve 
said.

"Well, some people might say that about the three of us, 
too," Maura said.

"I know," Steve said. "But it's just, I took a class a 
couple of semesters back with a real feminazi 
instructor, put everything in terms of the patriarchy 
and sexual politics and all that shit. Nothing ever 
happened in history except guys oppressing women, you 
know."

"Yeah, Thomas Edison invents the light bulb, he's 
oppressing women."

"Right," he said. "There's no such thing as consensual 
sex, only rape. All that shit. I mean, sure, it happens 
out there, I've known some real assholes toward women, 
but I don't think I'm that way. You're not that way. Do 
you feel oppressed, Maura? Is that rape when the three 
of us are in bed?"

"Of course not," she said.

"But you look at something like the two of them, and 
that IS what it's like. Control. Not pleasure. Not 
enjoying each other and wanting to make each other feel 
good. Not like the three of us."

"Well, maybe it just proves that you can't push the old 
monogamous model for relationships too far," I said. 
"Four, five people in bed-- it's just going to get too 
complicated and fucked up."

Maura looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. "But three is 
okay?"

"Oh yeah, three is perfect. Three is traditional," I 
said, and I took the hands of the woman I loved and the 
man I loved to go to bed with and the three of us walked 
home together.

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