Better Than Porn - a 750 Word Story

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge. Below this line are exactly 750 words.

My phone is propped up on the sink. I'm sitting on my toilet, jerking off, like I do every morning. As one video rolls into another, an ad interrupts.

Two women stand side by side, hands placed low behind each other's backs. They're in conservative office wear. The one on the left is dusky, curly haired, quite fat. The one on the right is pale, bespectacled, more pudgy than plump.

They hop into the air, and, right as they come down, they transform mid-jiggle into micro bikinis. They're all giggles. "Which one of us are you asking out?"

I chuckle out loud, "I wish this were real. I'd ask them both out!" I have no idea why.

No sooner do the words leave my mouth than they're standing in front of me, up close in their bikinis. They're smaller than they looked on the screen. Still, the three of us barely fit in my tiny bathroom.

"Um," I say, suddenly aware that there's no way to hide that I've been masturbating. My throbbing cock is still in my hand.

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I get them to wait in the hall while I "get ready." (I wait for my erection to subside, then pull up my pants.) Then I offer them blankets to cover up, but they decline.

"Well, we're here," the bespectacled one says.

"What do you want to do on our date?" the curly one says.

I'm feeling bold. Maybe it's the fact that they materialized out of a porn ad. Maybe it's because they've already seen me in mid-jerkoff. We all know why we're here.

They follow me to the bedroom and have me lie naked on my bed. They kneel to either side of me, also naked save for the glasses. My heart is pounding in my dick.

"Okay," the curly one says, "how would you like to fuck?"

It's a question I've never been asked before. When I don't answer, the bespectacled one says, "Maybe you should get to know us."

I manage to get out some basic questions. The bespectacled one is Estelle. She's a PhD candidate, she admits that she's not into what's happening right now, and she's preoccupied with the mystery of how they got here. The curly one is Inez. She's an anarchist who organizes mutual aid projects, and she's very into what's happening right now. "Mainly for Estelle," she admits.

"Well, then, let's get on with it," Estelle says.

The two of them get down low with their faces above my lap, their pillowy tits resting on my thighs. Estelle grasps my dick--god, it's been forever since I've been touched--and takes me into her mouth. She bobs her head, suckling the tip. Inez strokes Estelle's hair and periodically prompts her to lift away from me for a sapphic kiss. "It is a threesome, after all," Inez tells us.

It feels great, and they're both obscenely hot. But only Inez is enthusiastic, and only Estelle is paying attention to me. It's mechanical, as threesomes go.

Eventually, Inez is tongue-kissing Estelle in earnest, while my wet dick cools in front of their interlocking faces. Estelle accepts, not really reciprocating, even when Inez persuades her to lie on her back next to me and lies on top of her and jills her to a grudging, efficient orgasm. The bed scrapes on its feet as Estelle's hips gyrate under Inez's weight.

I watch Inez climb onto Estelle's face, half-smothering her in bushy pubic hair. Estelle gives her a lick, reluctant, experimental. Inez rocks back and forth as Estelle laps her vulva from underneath, with a modicum of interest more than she showed to me. Almost without thinking about it, I begin to masturbate.. It's not what I wanted, but it's better than porn.

Soon, Inez is grunting, then shaking with Estelle's head between her thighs. I have my own modest orgasm, made better by the sight of heaving flesh, the scent of pussy. I barely notice that I'm splattering my own belly with cum.

We collect ourselves. I find them those blankets. We discover that we can't leave the house, nor send out messages of any kind. Whatever brought them here is making sure nobody leaves.

~

Every evening, Inez insists on sharing my bed with Estelle. I'm relegated to the floor.

At first, the sound of sex between the cajoling Inez and the long-suffering Estelle at random times in the night turns me on. Eventually, I learn to sleep through it.