In the weeks after our threesome, Erin left for a semester-long study abroad program (though I’d reconnect with her upon her return). In the meantime, Molly and I settled easily back into the same friendship dynamic we’d had beforehand—except that every once in a while, she’d hit me with something explicit just to get a reaction out of me. I think it turned her on, and it definitely made me rock hard.
One night, after one of our comedy group’s weekly meetings ended, Molly and I happened to be the last ones out and started to walk and talk together (about classes, our upcoming comedy show, mutual friends, etc.). She hugged me as we parted ways on the quad, her heading off to an evening movie screening for a film class (this being California) and me to dinner with friends.
As we hugged, she whispered in my ear:
“You should rail me again sometime soon.”
My jaw dropped. I got instantly rock hard.
Molly cackled mischievously as she ended the hug and turned to head off to her screening.
“See you later, my dude!” she said. I struggled to hide my erection as I shuffled off to change before dinner.
A few weeks later, out at a bar with friends, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Molly:
“hey remember that time u came down my throat?? lol that ruled”
A couple of months went by before the next incident. But it was a doozy.
It was after the comedy group’s next show, off-campus. At my friend Jackson’s apartment for our cast party, late in the night, a handful of us—including me and, a few seats away, Molly—were sitting around passing a joint. I was deep in conversation with Jackson, and we were cracking each other up; Molly was talking with someone on the other end of the couch.
As the joint made its rounds and everything started to buzz pleasantly, I was conscious of a few people in our circle getting up to go in search of food (naturally). A second later, I felt a gentle hand on my arm. With the weed heightening my senses, it felt electric—and I looked up to see Molly, having moved down when the people between us got up, offering me the joint.
We made heady eye contact, each of us high as balls. I took the joint from her, thrilling at the touch of her fingers, and took a long drag, coughing a bit as I passed it off to Jackson.
Molly started to get up, leaning toward me as she did so and saying under her breath:
“Weed always makes me so fucking horny.”
And with that, she stood and walked through the mostly empty kitchen to the large bathroom, turning and making eye contact with me for a second before she shut the door behind her.
My heart pounded, and my cock started to swell.
On the other side of me Jackson was hacking up a lung, having hit the joint a little too aggressively, but as he got himself together a bit he said, “What did she say?”
“Ah, nothing,” I said. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom and then grab another drink. Want me to bring you anything?”
“Nah,” said Jackson, holding up the joint with a grin. “I’m good with this.”
The party was in full swing and Jackson turned to start a conversation with another of our fellow cast members. I made a beeline to the bathroom door and knocked gently, putting my ear to it.
“Who is it?” asked Molly’s voice.
“Scott,” I said. Instantly, I heard the lock turn. I opened the door and Molly was standing on the bath mat in the middle of the bathroom.
“Glad you got the message,” she said. “I’m already so wet.”
I locked the door behind me and closed the distance between the two of us instantly and we were all over each other, making out feverishly while she undid my belt. I squeezed her breast with one hand while reaching with the other under her skirt.
Molly gasped as I touched her upper thigh. I reveled in the feeling of her smooth skin while high, savoring every heightened sensation. I moved my hand to Molly’s inner thigh and then quickly up to her pussy.
It was bare; she wasn’t wearing any panties. The second my fingers brushed her lips, they were coated in her warm, sticky nectar.
Molly moaned into my mouth as I slipped one finger inside her, and then another. She had my pants around my knees and now pulled my boxer briefs down.
“Just get inside me,” she groaned as my rock-hard cock sprang free and she began to stroke it. “Get in these guts.”
With that, she kissed me one last time and then turned to one side, bending over the bathroom vanity, sticking her ass out and hiking up her skirt for me. I made eye contact with her in the bathroom mirror and we looked at one another lustily, watching each other’s facial expressions as I took a half-step, my pants and boxers still around my knees, to position myself behind her.
Outside the bathroom door, some kind of music was thumping loudly. There was a loud din of chatter as our friends talked and danced.
Inside the bathroom, Molly and I held eye contact in the mirror as I parted her glistening pink lips with the head of my cock. I felt her warm, wet folds stretch to envelop me as I slid smoothly inside. She bit her lip and groaned, fluttering her eyelids but not breaking eye contact as I penetrated her. With one hand on her hip pulling me deeper, my cock throbbing inside of her, I reached under the front of her dress with my other to cup her pert breast, squeezing her hard nipple.
Molly gasped and pulled down the shoulder of her dress, exposing her tit. We both watched in the mirror as I groped it, pulling her into me and then sliding my cock partway out only to slam up into her again.
“Oh fuck yes,” Molly groaned. “Give me that dick.”
I looked down, watching my cock disappear into her, my shaft slick with her juices. Her lips gripped me every time I drew it out, parting and stretching again to take me when I thrust forward. Every few strokes I would bury myself as deep as I could go, flexing my cockhead against her cervix and feeling her pussy squeeze me as she writhed in pleasure.
With one hand on the vanity, Molly reached back with her other, pulling back the lips of her pussy on the left side.
“Spread me open,” she said huskily as I kept fucking her. “Open me up. Fill me with cum.”
This sent me into overdrive. Molly moaned as I fucked her harder and harder, taking my hand on the other (right) side and pulling back her pussy lips with my thumb. I felt her pussy tighten as she responded to the sensation. It felt amazing.
I looked down to watch. Her insides were coral pink; I saw my shaft plunge in and out of her well-lubricated entrance, her opening stretching to admit my girth.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I said to her raggedly. “You’re getting me close.”
“Fill me up, Scott,” Molly moaned. “Fill me to the brim. I want to feel you dripping down my leg all night.
On my next thrust, my cock was halfway inside of Molly when I felt it start to spasm, pumping my semen into her. I pulled her hips down until they were against mine and I could feel every inch of my friend’s insides, her pussy gripping me tightly, the tip of my cock pressing into her cervix as I groaned and my dick twitched again and again, emptying myself into her.
“Yes,” she moaned, watching me as I filled her, one of her hands coming around to cup my balls as they tightened and then started to relax. “Give it to me. All of it.”
I shuddered as I came down from my orgasm, holding myself inside for a long second before slowly pulling out. Her walls contracted behind my cock and we both exhaled as I drew my head past her lips, pausing to squeeze one last drop of cum inside her, and then I was fully out of her pussy.
Almost immediately, a thick gob of cum dripped from between Molly’s legs onto the bath mat.
“Ah, shit,” I said, reaching for some toilet paper to clean it, and myself, up. Molly just giggled as she watched me.
“Was there a lot?” she asked, lifting up her dress a little to see her cum-smeared pussy.
“I came pretty hard,” I nodded. “So there must be.”
I had crouched over a bit to try and get the cum out of the bath mat and now looked up at the gap between Molly’s smooth, sexy thighs. I drank in the sight of her pussy mound, her engorged lips. My cum was leaking out of her just a little, which I pointed out—a bit of sperm had dripped onto Molly’s lower thigh, just above the knee, and I could see more about to run down her other leg.
“You might want to—” I reached up to offer her some toilet paper. She just looked at the spots I pointed out and chuckled.
“I’m good,” she said, fixing the top of her dress. “It’s just what I needed to complete my party outfit.”
Molly motioned for me to stand up, which I did. She waited for half a second, while I pulled up my boxer briefs and jeans, and then leaned in to kiss me.
“Thanks for the extra protein,” she said, lifting up her dress again so we could both see her cum-filled pussy. “Let’s do this again soon. You can skull-fuck me next time.”
With that, Molly gave me a peck on the cheek and turned to unlock the door. Before I could say anything else, she had opened it and walked confidently back out into the still-raging party. My cum wasn’t obviously visible unless you knew where to look, but as she took a couple of steps and waved to some mutual friend passing through the kitchen, I could still see it running down her leg. More was bound to leak out over the next few hours.
I gulped and followed her out. What a night.
After that encounter, Molly kept teasing me every so often with more of her random dirty talk. But we never wound up hooking up again and gradually drifted apart over the next few semesters.
Erin, meanwhile, was just finishing her study abroad. Although my friendship with her would never quite be the same after our threesome, it turns out that both of us would be unable to resist our sexual chemistry the next time we saw one another.
*Comments/reactions welcome! To be continued…*
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