26 comments/ 70200 views/ 36 favorites Threeway Bonding Ch. 01 By: LeslieEmerson Hello. This is the first story I have ever written outside of an academic setting. As an aspiring writer I hope to develop my writing skills by continuing this story as a series. Comments on what needs work, as well as comments on what went right, will be extremely appreciated. Tremendous thanks to Passion_Pen and Palindrone from the bulletin boards for not only editing my story but for encouraging me to expand on my original draft. Also thanks to felicia1011 from the Volunteer Editors list for her lovely comments. ~Leslie Hemmingway * It was finally happening. After 6 weeks of shameless flirting, playful touching, and come-hither smiles, my lab partner was finally coming over for sex. I'd been hinting for him to "stop by my apartment some time" since the second week of the course but he never seemed to get the message. A week longer and I probably would have resorted to writing "Fuck me!" on my shirt. His name was Mark and he was a six-foot-five stud with broad shoulders, a muscular body and a boyishly handsome face. He also had the distinction of providing me with my first real challenge in a science course: I could ace a chemistry test with my eyes closed, but as soon as I saw Mark I'd forget every formula I knew. Yeah, Mark was drop dead gorgeous. Unfortunately, he was also dumb as a brick. I have yet to figure out what he's doing in a university chemistry course, other than "he needs it to graduate". I get the privilege of working with him because he got the lowest score on the first quiz, while I got the highest. Naturally, the professor paired us up, assuming I wouldn't mind. He assumed correctly. At first I thought I was lucky to have him to myself several hours a week, until I realized he wasn't jumping at the chance to have sex with me. It was the same problem I have with most guys at University: they think because I get good grades that I'm not up for sex. It's not really fair; I have a great body and I take good care of it. I have no trouble getting guys when I go clubbing, but due to my busy workload that rarely happens anymore. Getting laid in University would be easier if I could dress the way I liked, but I have an image I need to cultivate. In the early days I'd show up to class in cute outfits, all done up to turn heads. Guys were all over me but my teachers and classmates would dismiss me as some ditzy blonde. They were shocked to discover I was actually a straight-A student. So I switched out my nice clothes for baggy ones, toned down my makeup and started wearing glasses. Now I'm respected, but I can't get laid to save my life. "Not tonight, though!" I thought to myself as I selected my outfit for the evening: a blood-red bra and thong proudly displayed under a white, see-through belly shirt and a pair of low-rise jeans. The outfit was topped off with a pair of seductive red heels that matched my lingerie. I was doing my makeup in the bathroom when my roommate Jenny passed by. She was walking around in her school jeans and a designer bra, her long brown hair let loose around her shoulders. It was the sort of lounging look she sported when she wanted to relax but was planning to go out later. It was a good sign; I wasn't in the mood for keeping things quiet tonight. When Jenny saw me dressed up she raised an eyebrow. "Going out?" she asked. "Staying in!" I beamed. She eyed me over. "Who's the lucky guy?" "Mark." "The hot guy you were studying with last week?" she said with interest. "He finally bit?" "Yep." "What'd you have to do, slap him in the face and tell him you wanted him?" "Nope," I replied while applying lipstick. "I lent him my textbook earlier this week. I simply called him up and said I needed it back... tonight!" I punctuated the last word with a loud 'click' as I snapped the cap back on my lipstick. "Oh yeah?" "Yep." There was a slight pause. Jenny gave me a dubious look. "So... Mark's coming over to drop off your textbook?" "Well, yeah," I said, touching up my blush. "AND for sex." "Does he KNOW he's coming over for sex?" "He will when he sees THIS!" I said, gesturing to my ensemble. My breasts were practically hanging out of my bra, my thong was hiked dangerously high over my waist, and my makeup screamed 'harlot'. "Besides, it's Friday. Who studies on a Friday?" "You," she said flatly. "He doesn't need to know that." She was right, though. I usually did study all weekend, mainly because I worked Monday through Thursday. Which is why I was keen to pull off this nice, easy booty call. "Mm...." she replied. She continued to stand in the doorway, studying me. An awkward silence fell over us. "What?" I asked, turning to her. "So, are you thinking of, like, becoming 'serious' with Mark?" I nearly gagged. "That's a joke, right? Could you SEE me with a moron like him? When he talks it makes me want to tear my hair out." "So, you just want him for sex, right?" "Well, yeah-....." I turned to her, a little suspicious. "Where are you going with this, Jenny?" "Well.... I was thinking, why don't we fuck him together?" "Huhn?" I said, dumbstruck. "We'll fuck him together. You know, like a threesome!" I didn't know what to say. Normally Jenny stayed well away from any guy I was interested in. Furthermore, she had never expressed interest in girls before, so this was a surprise. I knew I wasn't a lesbian; sure women could be beautiful, but the thought of being intimate with a girl had never crossed my mind. "I don't know," I managed to say after some time. "You don't want to?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Jenny for a moment. She was a gorgeous, small brunette with a curvaceous body and no reservations about showing it off. Her features and charming personality had lured many guys to the bedroom next to mine in the time we'd lived together. I confess she'd turned my eye a few times when she was dressed up but actually doing anything with her had been unthinkable until now. I trusted Jenny as a friend even though we'd only known each other for 6 months. We'd even, in a state of extreme inebriation, fucked a couple guys in a shared hotel room. But that was different. For her to just casually suggest a threesome really threw me off and my first instinct was to say 'no', yet... Jenny seemed to be reading the conflict in my face. "Are you afraid I'll take too much of his attention?" she asked. "No..." "Are you worried it will be awkward afterwards?" "I don't care if things are awkward with Mark. He's just my lab partner," I answered. "I meant between us, Claire." "Oh. Right." I looked at Jenny, trying to find the right thing to say. "I'm just... I'm not sure, Jenny. Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful, but you're also, like, my friend. My good friend." Jenny seemed surprised, and a bit touched. After a moment she bowed her head and said with a smile, "Well, how about you just think it over, then? If the time comes and you want to be alone, I'll clear off." I wanted to say something more, but in the end I just said "OK." Jenny left for her room. I went to the kitchen and got out a bottle of Jack Daniels, hoping a shot would calm the butterflies in my stomach. I downed one, and then poured myself a second as I sat on the couch. I stared into space, uncertain why I was so nervous. Jenny, my roommate and friend, wanted to have a threesome with me. Was that a big deal? Do roommates do that? Does this mean she had the hots for me? Did I have the hots for HER? I'd kissed girls before, sure, while drunk, but not her. Or had I, and forgotten? Oh God is that what this was about? I nervously sipped my shot, and then noticed the top of the glass. My lipstick had smeared all over the rim. Suddenly, visions of the evening I had originally planned conjured up: Lipstick residue all over Mark's body, lip prints on his firm chest, streaks of red on his hardening cock, second-hand smears all over my breasts, left behind by his stained lips. Then I began to picture it on Jenny's breasts. Not just from Mark's lips, but from my own. I pictured her smiling at me, giggling as I left residue on her body, and then leaning over to do the same to me... And it was OK. Nice even... I felt myself sink into the couch as a buzz washed over me. The butterflies in my stomach were dispersing. Our large, overstuffed couch was very comfortable. I considered having a third shot but decided not to. I was lost in my thoughts when Jenny came out to the living room. She'd dressed in a short, sexy black dress that really showed off her body. The tall black heels she wore made her legs look amazing, and the view went all the way up to the middle of her thighs. Her prominent hips and ass were accentuated by the tight dress, and the thin straps and low neckline left little of her firm breasts to the imagination. Jenny blushed, and I realized I was staring. I looked away, embarrassed. It occurred to me she was waiting for an answer. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was how stunning she looked, but somehow I no longer had any apprehension about her 0. I knew I could trust Jenny, and if I could trust her I could anything with her. "... Alright," I said. Jenny smiled at me before going to the kitchen. She came back with her preferred bottle of tequila and another two shot glasses. She sat down with me and poured herself a drink. We sat quietly for a bit. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it began to wear down on me. Now that I'd made my decision I felt my nerves starting to return. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked. "Yes, several times. When I was with Jack," she replied frankly. "Oh..." I felt oddly disappointed. "And you?" she asked. I shook my head. "Excited?" I giggled awkwardly. "Are you nervous?" "Kinda." "Well... just think of it as two friends sharing a guy. Like we were sharing anything else." The advice didn't seem particularly helpful but strangely made me feel better. "Jenny?" I asked suddenly. "Yes?" I wasn't sure how to ask the question. "... Why now?" I said. "Why what now?" "Why... are you suggesting this now?" She was quiet a moment, as if thinking. Finally, she smiled and simply replied: "You look nice tonight." I wanted to ask if she was answering the question or changing the subject but instead I found myself saying, "So do you." There was a knock on the door. I stood up anxiously. I hurriedly adjusted my shirt and jeans and asked Jenny how I looked, even though she'd just told me. "Sexy," she grinned. I went and opened the door. Mark was stood there, a foot taller than me, his muscular frame enhanced by a thick coat. His black hair was smartly gelled up, and I felt myself melt as his brown eyes fell upon me. He started to say something but trailed off as he looked me over. "Hello, Mark," I said, leaning on the door frame invitingly. His eyes trailed from my head to my feet, stopping a few times at my breasts. He was speechless, slack-jawed. I simply stood there, letting him stare at me, eating up the attention. Finally, he spoke. "... Claire?" he asked, like he wasn't sure it was me. "Yes?" I said. "You look, uh.... different." I took that as a compliment. "Come on in," I said. "Um, alright..." He entered, looking confused. "I brought you the book." "Thanks," I said, taking it and unceremoniously tossing it aside. "Would you like to sit down?" He looked like he was going to say something but reconsidered. "O... OK," he said as he followed me through. I could feel his gaze on my ass as we crossed through to the living room. I let it sway as I walked for his benefit. When we entered the living room his attention was pulled away first by the liquor on the table and then by Jenny sat poised on the end of the couch. She flashed him a smile, and her eyes sparkled as she got a good look at him. "Mark, this is my roommate Jenny," I said. As she stood and walked over to him I suddenly felt a bit defensive. I think I stepped closer to Mark but Jenny didn't seem to notice. She placed a hand on Mark's chest, and he stared at her dumbly until she spoke. "Can I take your coat?" she said sweetly. "Oh. Sure," he said, letting her help him out of it. Underneath he had on a low necked t-shirt pulled tight against his muscular frame. He followed her with his eyes as she went to hang it up. I took the opportunity to hook my arm through his. "Come sit down, Mark," I said. "Alright," he said simply. I poured him a shot of Daniels, and he took it, sipping as he looked at me. "So..." he said after a moment, "you two sure are dressed up." "Well of course we are," I said, giving his arm a squeeze. "Are you guys going out somewhere?" I tried to hide my exasperation. I heard Jenny giggle in the hallway. "No, Mark," I replied, running a finger along his chest. "We were thinking of staying in tonight." He looked at me, uncomprehending. "... With you," I added. He looked around, still not getting it. Good God, Mark... Taking one last stab at subtlety I put my head on his shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said: "Mark, have you ever had a threesome?" He gave me a suspicious look. I batted my eyelashes seductively. He studied me, and his expression shifted, like he was starting to put things together. After a painfully long moment a bright smile spread across his face. "Ohhhh," he beamed at me. "I get it." I was going to say something sarcastic but the urge dissipated when he put his arm around me. A fire had started burning in his gorgeous eyes. As he looked at me I started to blush in spite of myself. Oh God, Mark, you're an idiot but you're a fucking hot idiot. Our moment was broken when Jenny came back and sat down on Mark's other side. To my annoyance Mark began to check her out, ogling her legs. I wondered if that's what this whole encounter would be like, Jenny stealing attention away from me. I got myself another shot. Jenny and Mark began to make small talk, sipping their drinks. She was leaned back, her head on her hand with her legs crossed, giving us a good view of her legs and thigh. She was flirting with him through her body and words, though her eyes kept meeting mine. It seemed to me that she was holding back and I realized she was waiting for me to make the first move. Having waited six weeks for this I didn't need to be told twice. I sidled up close to Mark so that I was pressing my body against him. Putting one hand around his neck and the other against his hard, flat stomach I began to caress him sensually. He turned to me, looking surprised. His eyes met mine, and then trailed down to my breasts. He was quiet a moment. "So how come you don't dress like this at school?" he eventually said. "You like me like this?" "Yeah. You look... amazing." I leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you like it," I breathed in his ear after our lips parted. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me in for another kiss, this time rougher, open mouthed. I leaned in more, draping my leg over his lap. His hands were making their way along my body, tracing the contours of my tight bra, exploring my lower back and squeezing my ass. I shivered with delight every time he touched me, and he seemed to enjoy what he felt under my clothes. Our kissing was interrupted by Jenny moving up to us and slipping her arm around Mark's neck. He turned and grinned at her. Without a word they began to kiss, harder and more intensely than we had. His hands began to explore her body, caressing her more prominent curves. I stayed where I was, watching them for some sign of breaking, but when it began to look like he was having more fun with Jenny feelings of betrayal washed over me. I was about to just get up and leave when Jenny reached over and tugged on my shirt, her attention still on Mark. It took me a second to realize what she meant. I pulled my shirt off, fully exposing my red bra, and leaned in again, putting the back of Mark's head between my cleavage. Surprised, Mark turned around into a face-full of breast and lace. Laughing with delight, he began to play with my body, planting kisses on the tops of my breasts. Jenny in the meantime sat back and watched. I was beginning to get the rhythm of things; we were taking turns with Mark, taking turns escalating, and it was actually kind of fun. Mark jerked back from my breasts when he noticed red was smearing all over them. He touched his fingers to his lips, looking alarmed as they came back red. "It's just lipstick, Mark," I giggled. It was stained all over his mouth. "Come here," I said, giving him a long, solid kiss on the lips. "What?" he said, looking bemused. "It looks good on you," I laughed. "Very feminine," Jenny said, still watching us. "Ha ha," Mark muttered, trying to wipe it off with his hand. "Why do chicks wear this stuff anyway?" "So you can see which parts of me you haven't kissed yet?" I suggested. Mark looked at my breasts and grinned. "Guess I need to get to work." We resumed making out, Mark's hands finding their way to the back of my bra, trying to undo the hooks. Playfully I grabbed one of his hands and threaded my fingers through it, pulling him in for another kiss. He kept trying to get my bra off one handed, growing frustrated as our kiss carried on. Finally, I let him have what he wanted and undid the final hooks myself, letting him pull my bra off, leaving my breasts dangling freely in front of his face. He immediately buried himself in my cleavage. Typical, but not unwelcome attention. As Mark played with my breasts I noticed Jenny stand up and begin undoing her dress. Letting it fall to the floor she revealed herself to be bra-less, wearing only a black g-string and her heels. As she stepped out of the dress she caught me staring at her and she blushed slightly. I'd seen her breasts before but today they looked somehow different. Enticing. They were perky and round, nicely complimenting her short, curvy physique. I decided to step aside and let Jenny have another turn with Mark. As they made out I undid my jeans and worked them off, leaving me in only my red thong. On a whim I decided to put my heels back on. It seemed a bit slutty, but I had to admit they looked really hot on Jenny. Mark was firmly getting straddled by Jenny at this point, his hands groping her ass unabashedly. She was grinding against him, rubbing her taint against his package as they roughly kissed. It was evident she was starting to get damp down there. During a breather, Mark looked between the two of us. "Are you guys going to kiss?" he asked. I looked at Jenny, strangely nervous. She responded with a mischievous smile. Sliding off Mark, she sat beside him and beckoned for me to come over. I hesitated, then moved to Mark's other side and sat down. Still smiling, Jenny leaned toward me across Mark, her full breasts jiggling as she did so. My stomach fluttered. She was so beautiful. "Don't be shy," she said soothingly. She put the tip of her finger beneath my chin, as if to guide me to her. Slowly I leaned in, her soft lips meeting mine in a light, sensual kiss. A shiver ran down my spine. I giggled nervously but kept going. My heart was beating so fast. Our tongues began to caress as our kiss heated up. My mouth began to fill with the taste of Mexican liquor. We stopped a moment. She was smiling at me, caressing my hair. I gave her a bashful grin. "Feel better?" she asked. "Yeah..." I replied. It was the truth; kissing Jenny had been a lot easier and a lot more fun than I had expected. She leaned in and planted a long kiss on my lips. When she finished I noticed she had my lipstick all over her mouth. Remembering my reverie from earlier my eyes trailed down to her breasts. They looked inviting, so round, like they were meant to be squeezed. I'd never actually touched another girl's breasts before. I looked at her again, and she knew what I was thinking. Threeway Bonding Ch. 01 "Go on," she said, sticking her chest out. I took one of her breasts in my hand and fondled it, running her nipple around in my fingers. I grinned; it had never occurred to me how much I'd wanted to do this before. When guys played with my breasts it usually got on my nerves. I kept waiting for Jenny to have a similar reaction, but she just kept smiling. I leaned forward and took her other breast in my mouth, running my tongue along her nipple. She let out a sigh of pleasure. I nibbled on her a bit, gently squeezing her nipple between my teeth. I could tell from her breathing she was enjoying it. After sharing another brief kiss, Jenny started to do the same to me, planting soft kisses around each areola. A chill ran down my spine. I remained still, just enjoying the way it felt. My nipples were stiffening against her soft, moist lips, and the sensation was growing more intense. "There we go," she said, sitting up, looking pleased with herself. I looked and discovered she'd left a very deliberate ring of lipstick smudges circling each nipple. I giggled, admiring her handiwork. The lipstick I'd left on her was a sloppy mess. Mark, having watched enthralled through the whole show, was now breathing so heavily he was impossible to ignore. "How about giving me some of that attention?" he said when we turned to him. During our escapade a long, prominent bulge had appeared in his jeans, strained against the tight fabric. He looked uncomfortable. "I think someone's jealous," I giggled. "I think he wants something," Jenny said playfully, placing a hand next to the bulge in his pants. A look of relief flashed on his face. "Oh? What do you think he wants?" I said. "More lipstick on his face!" she laughed as she cupped her breasts and began to rub them on his cheeks and face. I quickly join her. Poor Mark could only sputter helplessly under the barrage. "OK, OK, seriously!" he cried once we were off him. "Somebody give me some God damn head!" Jenny and I traded mock-surprised looks. "Now he's in a bad mood," I said. "He's being rude." "Maybe we should call the whole thing off." "No!!" Mark cried out in frustration. "We can at least let him wack off in the bathroom," Jenny suggested. Mark gave a long sigh. "PLEASE, girls, can we get back to me? I'm horny as fuck." "Are you sorry for yelling at us?" Jenny asked. "Yes," Mark grumbled. "He seems sincere," I said. "Well... OK," Jenny said, trading a mischievous grin with me. Together we loosened his belt and undid his jeans. As we spread them apart his erection sprung like a catapult up through the fly of his boxers. It was not a disappointing sight. "Dibs!" I cried, grabbing it in my hand and pointing it my direction. "Why do you get to go first?" Jenny asked. "Because he's my lab partner," I replied and took his dick into my mouth. Mark let out a content sigh as I began to suck him, running my lips along his shaft. I was on my knees, leaning over his left leg. Jenny was opposite of me, doing the same over his right leg, her head laid against Mark's lap as she watched me perform. "My turn," she said after a few minutes, and took his dick from me, slick with my saliva and stained with lipstick. She sucked him harder, pumping her head up and down, her hair whipping about as she moved. "Ohhh, baby," Mark whispered, clearly enjoying this. When I took him back I switched to a nice, slow pace, running my tongue against the lower end of his knob. "Oh God..." he muttered. "God, that feels good." When Jenny took him back I looked up at Mark. He was reclined, comfortably laid back with his arms spread out along the top of the couch, breathing heavily as he watched us with an ecstatic expression on his face. I knew from the way his dick felt and tasted that Mark was ready for action. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, though. I decided I wanted more attention. Leaving Jenny in charge of his dick I climbed up next to Mark. He followed me with his eyes, flashing me a big grin. I pulled his shirt off, exposing his firm, extremely masculine chest, something I'd been waiting to see for a long time. I then nestled against Mark, facing him, laying my head on his arm. I stared into his brown eyes a moment and started to kiss him. Slow and intense, we made out while Jenny sucked on Mark. I couldn't stop rubbing his chest, feeling his well-maintained features. He held me close with one arm and used his other hand to tease my breasts. I hooked one of my legs over Mark's thigh, careful not to knee Jenny in the head. There was actually something really satisfying about having Mark's attention while someone else was sucking his dick. Suddenly I felt a hand in my panties. It took me a moment to figure out it wasn't Mark's. I looked down and discovered Jenny was slipping my thong to the side and running her finger along the slit of my cunt. I tensed up, not sure how I felt about Jenny touching me like that. Making out had been one thing, but fingering just seemed... bigger. I didn't know what to do. Mark continued to kiss me, oblivious. Jenny was looking up at me, gently sucking on Mark's dick. She'd paused when I'd tensed up, but her eyes displayed a warm, reassuring expression. I could feel her finger resting just between my moist lips, poised to start rubbing my clit. My pussy was screaming to be played with, and the touch of Jenny's finger was driving me absolutely crazy. I wasn't sure how I felt, but knew Jenny would stop if I told her to. I gave her a subtle nod and then clutched Mark, eyes closed. She began massaging my clit, her fingers slipping easily through my slick lips. Her touch was light and gentle. It was exactly what I needed right now and felt amazing. I began to moan softly into Mark's ear. Mark, who was playing with my nipple, began to pinch it harder, thinking he was responsible. "Feels good, don't it?" he said with smug expression. I started to kiss him, if only to stop him from talking. I loved the way his arms felt around me but right now my mind was on Jenny. I couldn't remember why I had been hesitant to let her do this to me. Jenny clearly knew how to touch another girl. I was getting so hot. After a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I tapped Jenny's hand and she removed it. I gave Mark's ear a nibble and breathed "Fuck me, Mark. Now." "OK," he said as he shifted position on the couch. Jenny scooted back, giving us room, an eager look in her eyes. I leaned back on the couch, my head on a cushion, horny enough to let Mark have me however he wanted. Mark slipped my underwear off and tossed them aside, grinning at how visibly damp I was. He then took my legs and placed them over his thighs, gave his stiff cock a stroke for good measure and nestled it inside of me. He leaned forward and fully entered, causing me to gasp loudly. He started fucking me energetically, not bothering to take his time. I didn't mind. Watching Mark fuck was amazing. His muscles rippled as he leaned over me, one hand gripping the armrest behind me for support. I laid there in ecstasy, looking up at him, sweat running down his firm chest and stomach, his brown eyes focused on me, full of primal lust. It was a picturesque moment, and all he needed to ruin it was to start talking. "That's right, take it all!" he shouted at me. "Shhh, Mark," I replied, not in the mood to hear cheesy porn lines. Jenny giggled at our exchange. I looked over at her, nearly having forgotten her. She was lying comfortably on the floor nearby, her legs wide open with a hand inside her underwear. I could see her finger moving in vigorous circles underneath the narrow fabric. She had a look of bliss on her face as she watched us fuck. When she saw me looking at her she smiled. I smiled back. "You like that, don't ya, bitch!" Mark shouted. "Mark, SHUT UP!!" I yelled. Mark fucked me like that for a while. Eventually he had to stop, the strain of holding himself over me getting to him. He shifted, straightening his back so that we perpendicular. He put one of my legs over his shoulder and slowed down the pace, giving me firm, steady thrusts. It didn't feel as good but at least he'd stopped talking. Suddenly Jenny was kneeling at my side. I could smell the arousal on her fingers as she began to caress my hair, clearing it out of my face. Her body was glistening with perspiration, an aroused blush apparent on her face. It suddenly occurred to me how much I was enjoying having two gorgeous people to look at during sex. Jenny leaned over and planted a slow, sensual kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment; Mark's hard cock moving in me while I made out with my beautiful roommate. The thought made my clit tingle. It took a moment for me to realize my clit actually was tingling. Opening my eyes, I discovered Jenny was now fingering my clit, a beaming smile on her face. I started to say something, but all that came out was a squawk. "Awhhhaa..." Oh God, getting fingered and fucked at the same time felt amazing! Jenny grinned as my breathing quickly turned to moaning. After a few tries I finally managed to speak: "Don't stop!" I was about to come. Jenny sped up her touching. Mark started to fuck me harder. As my body seized up for release I instinctively grabbed onto Jenny's hand. I squeezed it hard as I sucked in a huge breath and began to climax loudly. It was an intense, completely new type of orgasm for me. I thrashed wildly on the couch, screaming in between gasps for air. If Jenny hadn't been next to me holding my hand I probably would have fallen to the floor. Oh God damn it felt amazing! As my climax slowed Mark suddenly pulled his dick out. "Jesus!" he said trying to cool down. "I nearly came from watching that." Jenny was still holding my hand. She was straightening my hair, pulling loose strands off my face. Our eyes met and she smiled. I wanted to say something to her but I was too out of breath to speak. "Thanks," I managed to gasp. "You're welcome," said Mark, misattributing my gratitude. I rolled my eyes. Jenny giggled. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" she said to me. I nodded. She leaned in and gave me short kiss on the lips. Then she turned to Mark and asked, "How are you feeling?" "Good," he said, stroking his still-erect cock. "Do you want to fuck me now?" she asked. "Hell yeah," Mark replied. "Would you like to fuck me while I eat Claire out?" she said, giving me a coy smile. I raised a surprised eyebrow. "I guess so," Mark saids. Jenny turned to me. "Are you all right with that, Claire?" "Yeah," I said, without even thinking about it. "Just checking." Mark had scooted all the way to the opposite end of the couch. I moved so my back was leaning against the armrest at my end, leaving as much space as I could for Jenny. "Scoot back more," she said to Mark. "I can't!" he protested. "Yes you can. Fold this leg up and put this foot on the floor." Jenny showed him how to position himself so he took up less room. Mark shrugged and started to get ready. "Ahem!" Jenny said. "What??" She pointed to her underwear. "Aren't you going to take these off me first?" she said. Mark blinked. "I figured you were going to do that." "I'm about to fuck you. The least you could do is take my panties off, don't you think?" This was typical Jenny, giving guys a hard time. The fact she was doing it to Mark meant she really liked him. "Can I keep them?" he asked. "No, they're expensive," she replied. "Can I rip them off?" "What did I just say?!" "Alright, alright!" Mark finally complied and worked the clingy, damp g-string down her legs. Jenny waited with a hand on her hip. "Thanks," she said when he was done and gave him a kiss. She climbed on the couch, nestling in between my legs on her elbows and knees, her round ass sticking in the air. She looked cramped but she seemed to know what she was doing. Mark got up against the armrest and put his dick against the opening of Jenny's pussy. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready," Jenny replied. "Me too," I said, watching in fascination. Mark slid forcefully into Jenny and started to fuck her. Jenny moaned as he entered, her head rested against my crotch. She had her arms wrapped around my thighs, and every time Mark thrusted I received a lot of their weight. I wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it was kind of nice. "Oh... oh yeah...!" Jenny moaned, clearly enjoying having Mark inside of her. Jenny continued to lie against me, taking it from Mark. She was smiling, eyes closed. I was a little disappointed that she wasn't eating me out, but I had to admit it was an impressive view: Mark's powerful frame behind Jenny's luscious ass, moving in and out with forceful thrusts. Mark, for all his faults, was always nice to look at. Just as I was getting used to being a passive participant Jenny moved her head. Tightening her grip on my thighs, she placed her face against my crotch and nestled her mouth into my pussy. A second later I felt the delicious sensation of her tongue against my clit. "Oh Jenny!" I moaned. She ran her tongue expertly across my clit, focusing on the base, where I was most sensitive. Jenny's mouth pressed firmly against me every time Mark thrusted and it only made the sensation better. So much pleasure was shooting through my body the room was spinning. I was so wound up from my earlier orgasm I was nearly coming already. "Oh God Jenny, keep doing that!" I cried. She took my clit into her mouth and was now rubbing her tongue against it while she sucked. The orgasm I was building up became even more intense. "OH, YES! YES! YES! YES!" I screamed uncontrollably as I started to come. "Hey, how come YOU get to yell stuff-" "MARK!!" I shrieked. "SHUT!! UU-AAAAAAAAUGH!!!" My yell turned to a scream of ecstasy as I came ferociously, my fingers clawing at Jenny's head. Jenny didn't let up at all through the event, and I immediately began to launch into another one. "I'm just sayin'..." Mark muttered indignantly. I didn't reply. I couldn't do anything except focus on the amazing string of orgasms I was having. I'm not sure how many I had or how long we were there for, but after some time I had to end it. "Jenny, honey, stop! Please!" I gasped, my clitoris hurting. She immediately stopped and laid her head on me. Her face was covered in my cum and she looked exhausted. From the intense expression on her face I could see she'd been saving up an orgasm herself. As she lay against me she appeared be focusing on what Mark was doing to her. Within a minute she was tensing her grip on me. "Oh! Oh...! OH!!" she gasped and exploded into an intense orgasm. She convulsed, pinned between me and Mark, thrashing against my legs and waist. I took her hands in my own, squeezing them reassuringly. "AUGH!!!" Jenny was practically screaming through her orgasm. She buried her mouth in my pussy to muffle the noise. After some time she finished. Jenny lay upon me, unmoving and completely exhausted, and I was too tired to move myself. Mark pulled out of her, still erect and covered with clear globs of her cum. I had to admire Mark. For all his obnoxiousness he was proving to be a really good lay. He was showing considerable endurance and the exhausted heap that was Jenny was testament to his skill. I was starting to catch my breath again. "How you doing, Mark?" I asked. "OK," he said, massaging his balls. "Got another round in you?" I asked, hopefully. "I think so. One more," he answered. I patted Jenny on the head, and her eyes fluttered open. "Give me a sec..." she said. Mark and I both laughed. I considered the situation and then said, "Hey Mark. You want to do what we just did again but with me and Jenny switched?" "Ok," he said, shrugging. Jenny looked up at me. "You want to eat me out?" she asked through panted breaths. "Yeah," I said, and gave her a smile. "Have you ever done it before?" she said, sitting up. "Not really... but I'd like to do it to you." Jenny smiled. "Are you sure you want to learn how like this? It's not as easy as it looks." She wasn't objecting, just making sure I knew what I was getting into. "No, I want to," I replied frankly. "I want to try it, anyway." "Alright then," Jenny said. "I suggest we move things to the floor so you have more room. We can use the couch cushions for padding." We took her advice. Mark knelt down first, I got down doggy-style in front of him, and Jenny laid her head against several pillows as she spread her legs in front of my face. The sight of her soaking wet pussy greeted me. My face fell a bit as I realized just how foreign it looked. Jenny saw me frown. "What's the matter?" she asked. I hesitated. "I've never seen a vagina up close like this. They look... different... from this angle," I said, a little embarrassed. Jenny laughed. "Give it a feel. You'll find your way around quickly enough." I stuck in a finger between her glistening lips. I traced and felt around for the opening of her vagina. It was oddly fascinating. Jenny intently watched as I experimented with her. Behind me I could hear Mark stroking himself, sounding bored. I began to feel the top of her vagina, finding a familiar bump. Jenny sighed with pleasure as I touched it. "Is that your clit?" I asked. "Yes," Jenny said briskly, her breathing accelerated. Fascinated, I gave it a gentle rub for a few moments, observing the changes in her demeanor. "Mmmmm...." she closed her eyes, smiling contently. I grinned to myself, a little excited. I felt like a teenager learning how to give head again. "Can we fuck now?" Mark asked, sounding annoyed. Jenny opened her eyes and said to me, "Have you ever taught a guy how to eat you out?" "Yeah," I replied. "Alright, we can skip that lecture," she smiled. "If you get sore and need to stop, don't worry about it." "I understand," I said. Mark took that as his cue to get ready. He grabbed my waist and I felt his knob poking into my pussy. I put my face down in Jenny's cunt, wrapped my arms around her thighs and waited. I gasped as Mark entered me again. I lay with my chin on Jenny's shaved crotch as Mark proceeded to ram me from behind. It felt so good I almost forgot about Jenny. After a few moments I decided it was time to give this a shot. I planted my mouth in her pussy, wriggling my face in between her lips. When I found her clit I started to lick it gently, keeping the pressure and speed constant, the same way I liked it done to me. "Ahhh...." Jenny sighed, leaning back to enjoy my work. Unfortunately I couldn't keep it up for long. As Jenny had predicted my back quickly became sore. It wasn't like regular doggy style where I could shift my upper body if I got stiff. I stopped to rest a few moments before resuming. I went back and forth like this for a while, bringing Jenny close to orgasm but having to stop before she could reach it. It didn't help that Mark's dick was rubbing against my g-spot and felt fucking amazing. I knew if I came I wouldn't be able to finish Jenny, so I ignored it as best I could. "Having trouble?" Jenny asked after a while. "A little," I replied, my head once again rested on her while Mark continued fucking me. "We can stop," she said. "No." I really wanted to do to her what she'd done to me, even just once. "Here, this might help," she said, and took the pillows from under her head and shoved them under my chest. It gave me something to rest my upper body against and made it a bit easier to eat her out. It was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the orgasm Mark was bringing me to. He was fucking me furiously, and both my pussy and g-spot were screaming for release. Every time I breathed I let out a moan into Jenny's pussy. Threeway Bonding Ch. 01 I couldn't see Mark but I could hear him. He was grunting with each push, sounding fatigued, growing impatient. He was clearly trying to make me come so that he could finish. Jenny was lying flat on her back. I could hear her moaning. I couldn't see her face but I could see her chest heaving, her large breasts shuddering with each breath. She'd threaded her fingers through mine and was giving them a firm squeeze. I knew she was on the verge of coming. My pussy burning, I make for a final push on Jenny's clit, taking it into my mouth and sucking it fiercely. Jenny began to cry out, "Ah! Ahh!! Oh God yes, Claire!" Unable to hold it in, my body began to quiver as I entered the early stages of climax. I desperately kept my focus on Jenny's clit. Jenny's body seized up. She began a violent intake of breath. Her thighs tightened around my head and she dug her nails into my hair. A moment later, her intake exploded into an immense orgasm. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" she screamed, thrashing around underneath me in the throes of ecstasy. The second she broke I released my pent-up orgasm. Blinding amounts of pleasure surged through me as I screamed incoherent sounds, muffled by Jenny's vagina. My back end convulsed against Mark, my pussy contracting around his hard cock. "Oh FUCK YEAH!" Mark yelled as I felt his dick swelling, shooting jets of semen inside me. Mark's release caused me to orgasm all over again. The intensity was too much for me to handle. I blacked out, the last thing I remember seeing was pillows flying everywhere. When I came to, I was on my back, panting, my hair strewn about, clinging to my damp skin. Mark was propped against the couch staring at the ceiling, his cock slick with cum and shrinking back to its original state. Jenny was sat on the floor nearby, positively glowing as she swigged tequila from the bottle. The cushions I'd been laying on were thrown about the room in ways I couldn't explain. As we recovered our eyes all met. The three of us shared a post-coital giggle. We'd had a threesome and everyone was satisfied. It felt good, both physically and emotionally, like we'd worked together to accomplish something. I suddenly wanted to ask how good I'd been but decided against it, considering how insecure that sounded. I'd been extremely comfortable sexually up until now, but this had been something completely new to me. I decided to let their satisfied expressions serve as feedback enough. I was the first one to speak. Round holes had appeared in the couch upholstery, and they matched the shape of my heels. I must have punctured it during one of my orgasms. "Oh great...." I groaned. "Jenny, why'd you let me wear heels on the couch?" "It's not MY fault you weren't more careful," Jenny said with a laugh. "I'm blaming YOU for this Mark. You made me come so hard." "Hey, don't look at me. This was your idea." I was stiff all over. I took my heels off and struggled to sit up, my legs reduced to jelly. Feeling curious, I had to ask: "Mark, was that your first threesome?" Mark was silent a moment before answering. "Naw, I've done two chicks before. Never like this though." I was intrigued. "What do you mean 'like this'?" He seemed to consider how to phrase it. "Usually when I do two girls they just take turns, looking impatient. You two were, like, into each other. That was pretty hot." Jenny and I traded looks. "You thought me and Jenny together was hot?" I asked Mark, blushing for some reason. "Oh yeah!" he said with enthusiasm. "That was a real surprise. I knew you dressed funny but I had no idea you were a dyke." Jenny burst out laughing. I gave Mark a cold glare. He was oblivious to just how wrong that last sentence was. "Mark," I sighed, "you're a charming guy until you open your mouth." "You want another drink, Mark?" Jenny offered, trying to keep a straight face. "Actually, I need to get going.... Can I use your shower?" Mark replied, standing up. As Mark showered, Jenny and I straightened up the living room. We didn't speak much, and Jenny soon departed for her room, which I suppose was for the best. I put on my cozy purple bathrobe, enjoying another shot as I waited for Mark to come out. I got a nice last look at his muscular body when he came glistening out of the bathroom. I watched him dress in the clothes we'd stripped off him. When he was ready I walked him to the door. "Well, uh, goodbye Claire," he said as I opened the door. "Goodbye, Mark," I said pleasantly. He seemed awkward, like he wasn't used to these kinds of conversations. "Thanks," he finally said. "Thank YOU," I replied. He started to leave. "Mark?" I said. "Yeah?" I looked intently into his eyes, fluttering my lashes. "Oh, right," he said and came to me for a kiss goodbye. "See you Monday, Mark," I said once we were done. "See ya, Claire," he said, leaving. I had nearly shut the door when he suddenly turned around. "Hey, Claire, do we have a test on Monday?" "No, Mark," I replied. "Then why did you need your textbook tonight?" ".... Goodbye Mark," I sighed and shut the door.