Erotic Snack - 8 Filthy Stories

by AE Publications

  The sound of our laughs filled up the shower.

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  MY FIRST THREESOME

  COLLEGE DAZE: VOLUME TWO

  TJ HOLLAND

  I’ve learned in this life there are three kinds of people; those who do bad things, those who don’t (ever) and those who don’t usually but wish they did. That third group of people tend to hang around close to the naughty ones but only close enough to watch, never to get caught or really fuck up their lives. Just enough that every once in a while they will have a story that they can keep tucked away in the back of their minds until that random moment when they remember that day, that adventure and a sneaky, giddy, slightly-embarrassed smirk crosses their face. For this third group, college is wonderful fantasy place somewhere between adolescence and adulthood where time stands still and stories remain sacred and we can do those things we have always watched and wondered about.

  Most of my college Friday nights were spent handing out with friends, drinking, laughing, and dancing. I wouldn’t consider myself a slut in college. In fact, rarely did I go home with anyone but my battery powered trustworthy toy that I hid in the space between my wall and my mattress. Many offers were tempting but the reality of the next morning was something that I quickly learned I couldn’t handle well and it was a much better idea to listen to my friends tell me all about their wild nights with hot guys and even hotter girls. Weeks later they would also tell me about the lines at the free health clinic and how they died inside when someone else they recognized walked in the front door as they walked out. No, the rare evenings when I would let my guard down and give into the hot, begging pulls of that area below my navel had to have two factors: ridiculously large amounts of alcohol and next to impossible odds of ever seeing that person or persons again. Lucky for me, Peri and Steve were around on the inaugural evening of the ice luge and a bowl of mystery punch that would be able to double as paint thinner in the morning.

  Peri was adorable. With her short brown hair and huge green eyes, she was a young roller skating champion. She was in her early twenties, squat and build like an Olympian but with small firm breasts and legs that could crush just about anything they were wrapped around. Her body was always perfect thanks to her intense work out routines and she rarely indulged in more than a drink or two but tonight she and Steve were celebrating their medals and their last nights in the States. Peri was ready to drink and let the night take her wherever it happened to lead.

  Steve was Peri’s skating partner. He was also build like a brick shit house. Powerful arms and legs and not an ounce of fat on him. He had a dirty blonde head of hair that was just long enough to move with their twists and turns but trimmed short to keep him safe as he lifted Peri above his head almost every day at practice. Steve had never had a girlfriend. He loved skating and any one who knew him knew he loved Peri. Anyone but Steve. He was a little clueless in that department.

  The funny thing was Peri loved him too but these two were not about to cross that line that partners know. Once you get physical, you can’t ever go back. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll ruin your partnership and in this case, their careers. They weren’t about to give into what their bodies and hearts so desperately wanted without a little push. That’s where the punch and I come in.

  Peri and I had been childhood friends. Her mom watched me after school while my mom worked until we were ten. Then, Peri’s skating career took off and we kept in touch over the years but only got to see each other a few times each year. Just before I was about to graduate from Cal State Bakersfield, Peri and Steve got invited to skate in Europe. They were about to begin their training in France and then their four-year tour. We were growing up and parting ways as life so often does to those who were once close. I could see that Peri and Steve were passionately in love with each other and that their giving in to each other would not ever tear them apart, in fact, it would likely get Steve to ask for her partnership in marriage and in life as well. I was determined to get these two together tonight before I missed my chance. I knew what I would have to do. I went and stood next to the bar and began to drink my shots of courage. An hour later, I went to find Peri.

  Steve and Peri were standing in the corner, laughing and looking longingly at one another, as I knew they would be. They were at the party but clearly alone in their conversation. I jumped in the middle of it and asked them to tell me all about their new adventure. Steve had more to drink than Peri so he began to tell me all the details of their packing, phone calls with their new company, flight arrangements, etc. This could take a while, I thought to myself. So, I told him that I couldn’t hear him very well and we should find a quieter spot. I lead them both into my dorm room and closed the door. Steve sat in the desk chair and Peri and I plopped down on the bed. He kept talking about their trip as though I was going to write a documentary about it. He was detail oriented, I’d give him that but geez dude, learn to summarize.

  The shots were kicking in and my panties were beginning to burn up as I realized this was my chance to get these two together while living out a fantasy I had secretly had for years. It was hot in my room (as Bakersfield often is) so I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans and flopped back down on the bed in my bra and panties. “That’s better,” I said, mostly to myself but loud enough to be heard.

  Peri’s eyes opened a bit and Steve just kept talking. Yep, he was drunk alright. He hadn’t even noticed. However, Peri did. She was obviously uncertain of what she should do, so I reached over and began to unbutton her shirt. There we go, she was definitely buzzed but had enough sense to see this as her chance. Her chance to say goodbye to me properly and begin what she hoped would be her new beginning with Steve. She took over unbuttoning her shirt and jeans and was soon on the bed in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Clearly she had hoped where this was going tonight because girls don’t always take the time to put on matching bra and panty sets unless we hope someone will see them.

  At this point Steve was still talking but his voice had a different pitch to it. Slightly unsure, slightly aroused. He was just beginning to describe their new workout routine in France and continued to do so but with many more pauses between words. “I’ve learned living here, when it’s this hot, all you can do is take your clothes off and try to not let it bother you,” I said. Steve slightly nodded his head. Peri, the smart woman that she is, realized this was her moment to give her man what most men dream about. Two women at once. But he was still talking, drunk and unsure where this was headed. Peri leaned over and kissed my shoulder, then she moved to kissing my neck. My head slightly tilted so she could get a better angle and my nipples instantly got rock hard. Peri moved her body so she had more range and slowly moved one hand over to my other arm, stroked it and then ran her hand across to my breast. I gasped. Steve finally stopped talking. We had his attention now.

  Peri looked at me and kissed me on the mouth. Slowly at first but then hard and faster. I didn’t even notice her unclasping my bra but all of a sudden my breasts were free of the fabric and I arched my back in a unspoken plea for attention. She began to rub, pull, and kiss my breasts with abandon. I slowly laid back on the bed and began to pull my panties off. Steve was leaning in his chair to get a better look but there were no more drunken words. He was not going to miss this.

  Peri moved herself on top of me. Her head was at my breasts and began to suck and softly nibble on my nipples. Each one getting their turn. My hips instinctively rose up against her and her hand found my crotch. I again groaned and arched my back and she began to finger my clit. Then she slipped her finger inside my hot, wet hole. Quickly at first, then pulled it out and found my clit again. Oh God! I was wiggling all around my bed, part of me trying to pull away but most of me trying to get her to make me cum. I was so wet that I was sure my bedding would have to be wrung out when we were done. She began to put her finger back in my pussy and move it in and out this time. Then she slipped in a second and a third finger and was pounding harder
still. Oh God! Still biting my nipples all the while. I needed to get there. I was so fucking close! I began to touch my clit as she was fucking me with her hand. She laughed and pushed it away. “No, we are going to do this for you. Steve, I need your help.”

  I looked at Steve with eyes that were crying out, Please fuck me! I need to cum! Steve would never had done that for me or to me for that matter but for Peri he’d do anything. So he walked over with his pants about to burst and looked at her. “You work her breasts,” Peri told him. She moved her body so her head was now just over my clit and she spread my lips apart and softly licked my clit. I shuddered. She smiled. Steve began to get the idea and sucked and rubbed my breasts while Peri returned to licking me. I was so wet that I thought it was impossible to drench myself more but Peri proved me wrong. She began to lick, suck, and slightly tug on my clit with her mouth. GOD! Then, she returned her fingers to my cunt while working the outside with her mouth. Oh shit! I was gonna cum. She looked up at me, feeling my thighs shake and said, “Go ahead, it’s early and we are going to do this many, many times.” Oh Fuck! She put her head back down between my thighs and began chewing and lapping my clit while fucking me with her hand as far as it would go. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted her to have fun too and so I wriggled around and turned my body just out of reach.

  I grabbed at Steve’s jeans and began to unbutton them. Steve looked at Peri for help and she smiled and nodded. Steve was out of his clothes faster than I knew was possible and his cock was impressive. It was rock hard and ready to play. I touched it with my hand and he shivered. Then, I leaned over and licked the tip of it. Before I knew it I was sucking on Steve while Peri was sucking on me. The more she got me off, the more forceful I got with Steve’s dick. Peri was controlling how much Steve got and she knew it. At the point, where we were both about to cum, Peri let go of me and I stopped.

  Steve had become braver by now. He was not about to take a break. He grabbed Peri’s firm body and threw her on the bed next to me. He grabbed her panties and practically ripped them off her. I was sure he had played that out in his head many times with how quickly and smoothly her lacey panties ended up sailing across the room. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his head in her snatch. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing as much as Peri had but it didn’t matter. She was loving that they had finally opened the door to a more intense and physical partnership and she was gonna get off with Steve down south, even if she had to help herself get there. She’d have plenty of time to teach and guide him to perfection over the years to come.

  Knowing that I didn’t want to be forgotten, I moved around the bed and reached down to pull out my standby lover. The cold plastic was a shock but turning on the vibrator and placing on the tip of my clit quickly got them to remember I was in the room. Steve came up for air and Peri began choreographing. I was laying with my back on the bed with the vibrator in my crotch with Peri driving. My hands were working my breasts and pulling my own hair while she was in control of my organisms and dildo.

  Peri was doggy style with her head and hands between my legs holding the vibrator and enjoying watching me get so close to cumming all over her and then she’d pull away or turn off the vibrations for a while. She liked being in control. Steve had been told to get behind her and rub her ass. He was stroking his own cock and rubbing her ass and trying to touch her sweet spot but she would move her hips just enough to leave him wanting more.

  I decided I needed more and began to get vocal. “Please, I want to cum. I need to cum.” Peri got off on this. She finally allowed Steve to touch her clit and slip his fingers inside her as she began pounding the plastic inside of me as far as it would go. The vibrator was on high so even inside of me it was getting me well past the point of no return. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! YES! As soon as I was done, she flipped me around and grabbed Steve by the cock. “Fuck her.” Steve looked like he had just won the lottery. He grabbed my hips and slipped in before anyone sobered up enough to realize what we were doing.

  God, he was huge. Not so big that you regret your decision but just enough that your whole insides are filled to the brim and he barely had to move for you to get off. Fuck! Peri began to rub Steve’s ass and his balls and my breasts and clit. After a few minutes, it was clear she needed a bigger role in all of this. She pulled Steve back and kneeled on the bed just to the right of me. Both of us were doggy style with our asses and pussies begging for his rock hard cock. “Me too.” Steve clearly got the message. He stepped back, moved a step to the side and impaled Peri. Her tiny body managed to take it all in but it was clearly more than she had expected. Within a few pumps, her stiffness relaxed and she began to move and groan and ride Steve like she had always wanted to. I was about to cum again just watching them. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed at my pussy. I was fucking myself while he fucked her. He was clearly trying to keep it together. Most girls can cum as much as they want but guys need time between sessions. Steve didn’t want to end this just yet. He was looking at my posters and walls and doing just about anything he could to keep his mind off of what was happening and blow his load. I giggled. Peri opened her eyes, looked back and realized what I was giggling about. She pushed her ass all the way against Steve’s crotch which got his attention and then she leaned forward, turned around and began to lick her juices off of him. His eyes rolled back into his head.

  I am not normally one for sucking dick, but in this situation, I wanted to be a part of everything. I too turned myself around, and began fighting with Peri’s mouth as my tongue and lips tried to get some of Steve’s cock and balls. Then, Peri and I began kissing again. Rougher this time. We all needed to get there and get there quickly. We were grabbing at one another’s breasts and at Steve’s manhood. We were licking and sucking and nibbling whatever we could. Steve began to stroke himself again. We both smiled. We moved to the bed and Peri once again got back on top of me but with her head in my pussy and my head in hers. We began to lick and suck and finger fuck each other. Steve stood over us and began to grunt. Occasionally, Peri would take a break from my pussy and down Steve’s cock in her throat. “Cum on us.” She returned to my pussy with force and as she got more forceful, so did I and so did Steve. I was impressed he made it as long as he did. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Peri began to shake and a quiet SHHHIT came from her lips. Steve gasped and his white cum sprayed all over Peri’s back. She turned and began to suck the remains from his shaft and he shivered even more. I finished kissing and licking her clit and she shivered. Steve put his fist in my cunt and I came immediately.

  The three of us were still taking turns with each other well after the party ended. The next day I woke up in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets. The note read, “Off to Europe. Thanks for the memories. Love, Peri and Steve.” The following year they invited me to their wedding. I decided not to attend since a honeymoon was not a place for that sort of thing and college, sadly, had ended. But thankfully, my college memories will last me forever.

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  VEGAS BABY, VEGAS

  COLLEGE DAZE: VOLUME FIVE

  TJ HOLLAND

  College is a time and experience that varies depending on your situation. For me, it was a blast! Thanks to the generosity of my grandfather, tuition, books, room and board were all provided. As a result, my parents sent me $1000 a month for whatever other things I needed, including entertainment. As long as I was passing my classes, I had four years to enjoy life with little to no responsibility and enough cash in my pocket to have some fun along the way. I also went to a school where parties were common and condoms could be purchased from the dorm vending machine!

  The weekend after finals is always entertaining. There are a large number of college students who panic and realize that they have to kick ass on the final exam in order to not lose their incredible set up of being financially supported and completely unsupervised or bound by any rules. So, late night study sessions and cramming become the norm and Mountain Dew and Jolt sell out
of the vending machines and supermarkets within a mile of the campus. Then, after the last blue book is filled, we all breathe a sigh of relief and hit the road. Vegas is calling.

  Now there are lots of places in Vegas for college kids to have a good time. Pretty much anywhere with alcohol and a bed will do (and sometimes the bed is optional if enough alcohol is consumed) but for Megan and I, only the Palms would do. While lots of beautiful people do frequent the Palms, the biggest draw was the fact that Megan and John, the general manager, had hooked once during a finals blowout weekend and ever since we get amazing free upgrades! For $149, our Sky Villa with a private pool, Jacuzzi tub, and 1800 square feet was impossible to beat.

  We entered to find a few complementary bottles of tequila, margarita mix, salt, limes and a box of condoms with a note that read, “I get off at 11-well, actually we’ll probably get to that around 12 and again at 1. Go ahead and start without me but just don’t pass out before you thank me proper.” Megan and I giggled then ran around the room squealing at our luck. She could have fucked any random guy six months before, but she hit the jackpot, and as a result, Vegas was a hell of a lot better time than eight people fighting for floor space in a seedy motel room where getting laid was only an option if your partner wasn’t as broke as you were.

  We showered and changed into slinky dresses, did a few shots to get things started quickly and headed up to the rooftop bar to dance and party. Now, when you’re twenty somethings with perfect bodies, it’s easy to drink for free. Lots of guys seem to think that if they send you over a drink, they earn a free pass into your panties. Maybe for most girls that is true but Megan and I had higher standards than that. No, you could buy us drinks and watch us dance, grind, and get your Johnson stiff but to go home with us, you had to provide, well, a Sky Villa is a start.