Naughty Threesome Erotica
"The Cheshire Grin," a dirty martini story by Rosalia Zizzo
Scene by Igor Vasiliadis (available at ObsessionArt.com)
I wanted the two of them together now; I lacked the desire for one without the other. Patrick and Jessica made lovemaking worthwhile. It made the event a delicious addiction. I needed to eat Jessica, my roommate, and have Patrick, the beautiful transvestite—or at least he looked like a transvestite outside the classroom—fuck me while wearing his fishnet stockings, crotch torn out, and high-heeled black pumps. I reveled in making Jessica scream when she came on my tongue as Patrick flipped me over to use his tool against my own clit, his cherry lipstick looking bloody because he gnawed at his lips furiously while he pulsed at me slowly, his eyes squeezed shut. I could taste Jessica's wetness at the corners of my mouth. I could feel it ooze. I loved the gut-wrenching orgasm fluttering through my body while staring at Patrick's pretty face.
It all started when I showed up to my dorm room after a shower, towel wrapped around my damp skin and neatly snug in my left armpit. My roommate and her boyfriend clung wildly to each other and wailed from the top bunk, “We're busy! Didn't you see the sign on the door?!”
“Yeah, let me get dressed, and I'll be gone,” I yelled. I had just taken a shower, and my only apparel was a wet towel.
I saw it: I saw the code that sex was taking place and privacy was preferred, but I didn't care. It was a little comical sign and a thumbtack on the door's corkboard. Apparently, my roommate and her boyfriend had slipped into the room during my flash shower prior to the dormitory evening meal.
My roommate's boyfriend, Patrick, peered from the covers and whispered with a Cheshire grin, “Wanna join us?”
Patrick liked to wear a creamy scarlet lipstick and have his shock of gelled raven hair spiky, like a frantic rooster or Tim Curry from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Or, maybe Eddie Izzard, with his need for lipstick, was more fitting. He used witty charm that bubbled from his chuckle and smirk. He was so smart, so pretty. Patrick’s slender hands and petite features created a feminine illusion I couldn't cast away. His svelte fingers touched me with cool tenderness, but like all true males, he had a glorious dick I loved to suck to angry awareness and then watch it slide happily into Jessica's other Cheshire smile for a lovely fuck. I amused myself by playing the voyeur until I just couldn't help but join in, touching them both with hungry hands.
Most days were fairly predictable if you're used to a threesome in your dorm room to relax after a day of classes. After watching Patrick and Jessica tumble under the covers for awhile, I climbed to the top bunk and quickly became entangled in their sheets and limbs. I caressed their bodies with adoration, spreading Jessica's lower lips with my thumbs and licked the swelling clit as she grasped my ears, forcing me to devour her with greater urgency. I sucked on the hardening nub, preparing her for Patrick's entry. She was wet and slippery, and I could smell the Chanel she wore floating from her warm body like steam. Like a gentleman, Patrick made love to her softly then, fingering her clit as he slid in and out, until she lifted her hips in a climactic gasp, then relaxed and sighed in serenity.
Sometimes I'd skulk off to the neighbor's room for a little pump and grind with the workout king who returned from the gym seven nights a week dripping with sweat. His damp, salty skin shone luminous as he stared from under bushy eyebrows. His meaty hands pawed at me like a giant ape, and his extra-large erection, when I slithered into his room, made me feel womanly. His thighs tensed when I approached his glistening body, his torso, taut, and his muscled chest, rock-hard. His strong thighs atop mine spread my own legs so he could use my body to his relentless ends. We fucked away noisily under his busty pinup taped to the wall, until we both roared with animal savagery. His maleness made me slick as an oyster. He made me crave his dominance from under his untamed weight, and the more male he felt atop me, the more female I identified with below. But it was Jessica's eyes that sparkled like diamonds and made me lick my lips with anticipation. There's only one other woman who created such a stirring in my gut—the woman sitting in the Psychology class whose eyes flashed when she turned to see me slide into the seat next to hers. Those eyes that glimmered like jewels had me mesmerized. Is that why some women like jewelry, especially diamonds? Only one other woman made me cower with inescapable desire, but maybe there were others, others that looked good enough to eat or others who could desire a two-way pleasure. Was I different, or were there others like me?
"You're not straight. You're not gay. What the hell are you?" they questioned gruffly.
The girl in the Psychology class grinned at me when she caught me staring. Maybe she thought I admired her outfit or liked her hair and had absolutely no idea that the glimmer to her eyelashes and the shine to her lower lip as she flicked her tongue across her mouth was what held my heed-fullness. Or maybe she did know and similar thoughts circled in her mind. My attention increased the need to consider the psychology behind sexual attraction and the politics behind our human relationships. The politics of sexuality held profound topics for discussion. We needed a male and female relationship for procreation, and yet evolutionary reasons for poly-sexuality seemed to make sense. Many animals exhibited homosexuality while others did not. We humans, however, are the only creatures who feel the need to psychoanalyze the whole thing.
Then there's me. I want the feminine femme and the masculine man. I don't want a butch woman. I crave a soft, pretty woman and I also want a man, but Patrick changed things: his being a transvestite, being fairly feminine but still having the male part I needed, blurred even the blurriest conditions.
Occasionally, our threesome ordered a pizza and rented some inspirational porn that fanned the flames of our most heated fantasies. We'd sprawl on the floor on our stomachs, nude, legs bent, and feet wiggling in the air. I could see Patrick's firm ass shine at the ceiling. Jessica's breasts, mashed to the carpet, called to me with their creamy goodness. It didn't take much to get Patrick roused and to make Jessica and me sticky, and then we'd all giggle, taking mental note of all the wonderful ideas employed by the worst actors ever. I'd take a bite of Patrick's, then Jessica's ass, before turning Jessica over for my real meal of hard, slippery clit and swollen everything. She'd smile broadly, with eyes alight in anticipation. I'd target her enlarged button with my whole face, eager to feel her writhe and hear her mounting cry of pleasure. I'd swirl, then stroke her burgeoning bud, and my lust would increase as I felt Patrick's heat behind me. He'd nibble my own ass and lick at my own syrupy lips, distended with need, before mounting me lightly with his own body. His balls pressed against my skin and I could feel his hard erection press closely to my awaiting cavern.
My heart pounding, and my head swimming turned me into an animal. I could feel Patrick's cock enter me from behind as I hardened my tongue on Jessica. Swirl, stroke, moan. Patrick's fingers on my hips and the tip of his cock entering my wet opening made me squeal and mumble into Jessica's clit, my lips and nose grinding and slurping like a ravenous dog. I had to make her scream, had to focus on the clit until she finished. Swirl, stroke, grind. I wriggled against Patrick's groin, desperate for him to be buried deep into me, desperate for Jessica to finish. I wanted him to ride me doggie-style hard, as if he were the workout king, bent on working up a sweat outside the gym. I dug deeper, harder, until Jessica moaned through clenched teeth, "Oh yes. There it is." I could feel her cunt tremble in orgasm under my tongue.
Patrick turned me over to gaze at both our faces, my cheeks and chin shiny with liquid-Jessica cum. "You're both so beautiful."
Patrick pinned my wrists to the floor on either side of my ears and penetrated me from the front. I was wound up so tight from eating Jessica I knew I wouldn't take long. Without his fishnets, I could feel his hot thighs against my skin, his knees quivering with hunger. I was tense and ready for the throbbing finish to my own quaking body. I begged for his eager member to give me the culmination to my fist-clenching excitement I was so ready for. "Please," I shouted and exploded as he plunged into me, with his three fingers and a thumb on the clit. The film flashed in the background even after our pizza and during our fun, adding to the noise that made some neighbors pound on our door, distracting us for a moment. I feared it would all end when the school year was over.
***
What occurs when Summer dictates a different life, a different schedule? Does it all become a luminous memory? Does it stay tucked hidden in the recesses of your mind so future spouses and children haven't a clue? At graduation, does it all fade?
Maybe we'd share our erotic adventures during the remaining years at college because this is the time to explore and experiment without regret, to get to know our own needs and wants – foreplay for life if you will. Perhaps we'd share an apartment together and maybe I'd swap phone numbers with the girl in my Psychology class and have her join our threesome. Jessica and Patrick created a ripple effect to my life, affecting my needs, my desires, my choices in all directions. They took a highlighter to my life, adding a glow in a kaleidoscope of neon colors.
***
"I want to eat you and fuck Jessica. Is that okay?" Patrick asked through long, inky bangs that shaded his crooked, cat-like smirk. He treated my buttons and zippers like fragile china that would break at the slightest tug. His tongue flicked out with mischief and then stalled against his teeth in concentration as he finished undressing me like he was performing a delicate ballet maneuver.
Patrick suckled at my breast, gently at first, and then like he was squeezing a chew toy that needed a bit of harsh treatment to release its high-pitched squeak. He toyed at the nipple, sending jolts of electric fire down my leg and squirts of liquid down below. He behaved like a perfect gentleman until his naughtiness took over and I bowed to his every move.
He pried me open and hunched over to use his tongue as would a cat lapping milk, afraid of losing a drop. Patrick swiped at the sides and under the clit so I hummed in ecstasy, my heart thumping in increasing arousal. He swirled around the clit, using his tongue to metaphorically catch any drop of the melting frozen yogurt before it dribbled to the sides and onto a soggy cone and fingers, ready to be explored by an eager mouth.
He lightly touched my inner thighs with those magic hands, squeezing and petting my flesh before he took two, then three fingers and plunged them into me. Patrick used his knuckles against my clit, bringing my desire to a frenzy. He knuckled and licked me until I tensed my thighs and practically begged for release.
I wriggled under his mouth as he giggled. He hardened his tongue, and I felt it stroke, a metronome in pressure. After a few moments, he increased the speed slightly until I spread my legs wider, offering more access to the source of the electric pleasure, allowing him to finger, knuckle, and tongue-fuck me. He took a breath and grinned at me, so I could see the liquid running from his smeary scarlet lips before pouncing on me with more urgency, causing me to grapple at his spiky locks. He sucked at my trimmed pussy lips as if they were a treat to be savored. He nipped at me, kissed me, and traced my clit with his tongue like an infinity sign. He roughly attacked the clit with his whole mouth and shook his head with the energy of an alligator, thrashing its victim and tearing it apart.
"Oh my gawd!" I shouted because he didn't let up until satisfaction was imminent and coursed through my gut in waves. I was afraid I'd squeeze Patrick's head with my knees. The throbbing in my lower extremities didn't feel like it would ever stop. I squinted my glazed eyes weakly to see him crawl toward Jessica, his mouth a sloppy mess and his phallus engorged and dripping. As he entered her, I could feel my heartbeat wind down.
***
Jessica approached me without Patrick the other day, and I was unsure how I felt about her assertiveness.
"Just a quickie," she said. "We'll let Patrick join us later." She cornered me as I entered the room and threw my book bag to the floor.
Her eyes twinkled, and her smooth skin drew me to her with a hush. How did I feel about her exactly? Was she merely a physical enjoyment; did I really have to experience both of them?
She stripped me first, delicately peeling each article of clothing from my body and her lips touched my skin, kissing my mouth, then neck, then chest, where my heart pounded in increasing arousal. She fingered my nipples, letting them tighten to little nubs. She used her fingers to stroke me and caress me, and that's when the fantasy took over. I imagined Patrick returning from class and dressing in his fishnet stockings, black pumps, and white shirt, unbuttoned at the top to let his chest peer out. I imagined the creamy red lipstick swiped across his lips, making his teeth appear whiter. As I used my tongue to bring Jessica to climax, I imagined Patrick climbing atop me and gliding into me along my swollen clit, his weight on me as he slid in and out. I imagined the feel of his heat, and the throbbing of his chest. I thoroughly expected him to burst through the door and add his body to our incomplete twosome. I expected his mischievous smirk. Jessica sighed then, in achievement. I looked up and watched her orgasm fade to a soft tremble. Completely shaved, her other mouth smiled at me. I licked my lips as she slid off to sleepy relaxation.
Originally published May 2010