COLLEGE THREESOME (AND THEN SOME) pt. 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.   
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.

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