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COLLEGE THREESOME (AND THEN SOME) pt. 4 (MMFF, BBW, squirt, voyeur, various 
other kinks)

by Joris K. Huysmans

CHAPTER 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 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.

*  *  *

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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