COLLEGE THREESOME (AND THEN SOME) by Joris K. Huysmans
Keywords: MF, MM, FF, mult, BBW, dom

[Originally posted as a serial.  All four parts included here.]

ONE

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 stacked blonde.

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, schoolgirlish, 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 saltycome 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. Then I stuck one into his 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--aaarrrrooh" 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.

*  *  *

TWO

"So, do you like girls?" I asked the next morning as he was pulling his underwear up over his muscly 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 come 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. But 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 rugburns 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 precum 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 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.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

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.

*  *  *

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.

