"Hey baby-doll." He greets you, wrapping arms around your waist. You gasp, he was unexpected. But, of course, always welcome; he is your boyfriend after-all. His hot breath tickled your ear but before you could shiver his teeth nibbled your earlobe.
You respond by making a soft mewl in the back of your throat. He chuckles and runs his fingers over the slight area of exposed skin between your shirt and shorts. Now you shiver. He turns you around so you're facing him and he plants a kiss on your lips, making you groan and stand on your tip-toes to let yourself be engulfed in the kiss. You allow him to press you against the lockers of the school hallway. This wing was just about deserted now as kids hurried to class. You want to bring this up, that you two should be in class as well, but before the question rolls off your tongue you feel his hot lips against yours and readily open them for his tongue. What's one class missed in college really mean anyway? He quickly breaks the kiss though and begins to say something.
Before he can you feel his arms yank away from you. You don't have time to turn around but feel another warm body against yours, and you feel slightly longer then average nails, which you know are a deep lavender, and creamy white hands press against your ass and squeeze non to gently. You squirm but only because you know you're late to class; she's always welcome as well because, after-all, she's your girlfriend.
Yes, you're dating both of them. You're in a threesome relationship. You're the bottom in the relationship, to both of them. And as the bottom you don't get a say as you're pulled into a nearby classroom empty of people. At least they're that considering.
Their fingers now hungrily explore the body they should know by heart by now. Quickly he moves a stack of papers from the desk, the only object that would get in the way, to a chair. Then they clamber up on top. You feel his hands, very hot, lift your shirt over your head. Your body is tingling, sweaty and antsy with anticipation. Your bra falls away and her purple nails smooth over your skin and grope your large boobs. "You have marvelous tits babe." She cups them from the bottom in her hands, squeezing and playing with your nipples.She grins like a cat, kissing your neck. It makes you mewl, gasp, and shiver. Already you're wet, you can tell. Probably dripping.
You're sitting on your knees, with her behind you and him in front of you. His shirt is off, on the floor somewhere. He pulls you to him, thus making her sink her nails into your soft pillowy boobs. The pleasure is sharp and immense but counteracted by the soft pressure of his lips. His hands scoot down your warm stomach, as if truly taking in the inches he explores, to your shorts. They hardly cover your bum anyways, per request, and are quickly off. You're stuck in pink panties decorated with childish stars and black knee highs...on a desk in school.
You hear a growl but can't tell who it comes from, it could be anyone. But it doesn't matter who because it sped everything up.
"My fingers are wet and I haven't even got pass your thighs." He chuckles. True enough you can feel his fingers run gently up your thighs and blush. Then gasp as you feel his fingers push past the entrance to your womanhood quickly and begin to push inside of you. They swirl and with each pass make you shake and moan.
"Don't let him defile you before I get to play." She purrs, licking the side of your throat and biting you as her nails squeeze and tug at your breasts and nipples. "Freaking great tits." She grins, slapping the side of your breasts so that they jiggle and smack against each other. You moan, the pleasure of your boobs rubbing against each other and the sharp pain of her nails teasing and twisting your nipples and the soft flesh of your breasts.
You hear her mewl and do the same in response, and gasp as she roughly slaps your other breast so now they both sting with pleasure. "I swear to god your tits are the biggest in this school." She grins, pushing her own breasts (much smaller though the pressure is wonderful) against your back. She rakes her nails across your nipples, grabbing them in her hands and twisting while she pulled the deepened pink nipples, and you, closer to orgasm.
