Randy Roommates Speak A Carnal Language — And No Lust Is Lost In Translation

“There are so many French words that have made their way into American conversations,” Tim said, looking up from his book.

I leaned back at my desk and gazed at him, waiting for him to continue. Whatever he had to say would definitely be more interesting than the research paper I was writing on the difference between Ionic and Doric columns.

“Like what?” Robert asked. He was our third roommate, and he seemed to be feeling the way I was. Ready for a break from studying, and willing to discuss anything. Even words in French.

“Chic,” Tim said, “and critique, and cuisine.”

“What else?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Déjà vu . . . ménage.”

He let the last word linger.

I leaned toward him and said, “What was that?”

“You know, ménage. Like a ménage à trois.”

Robert set his pencil down. There was a new kind of hush in the room.

“Are you including that in your term paper?” I asked, smiling.

He shook his head. “But I wouldn’t mind learning a little more about the term. Sometimes hands-on is the best way to understand things.”

We didn’t have much to say after that. There had always been a level of heat between the three of us, an intensity that was undeniable. I had never made a move, mostly because I didn’t favor one of the boys over the other. Apparently, my indecision had robbed me of pleasure because as soon as Tim and Robert realized I was game, things heated up immediately.

Robert took his shirt off, and I stared at his gorgeous, muscular chest. Tim disrobed a beat later, pulling off both his top and his sweats. My roommates looked at me expectantly. I was only wearing an oversized football jersey and a pair of striped boy-shorts. I took both off — and the silence became almost overwhelming.

“God, you’re pretty,” Robert said, coming toward me.

I welcomed him into my embrace, and we started making out on the couch. As Robert kissed me, I felt Tim watching us. That made the scene even more erotic. Having an audience while Robert stroked my skin and kissed my lips. I rued those lost months. We could have been doing this from the day we’d moved into the suite. Why hadn’t we?

No time to worry about that now. Tim sat on the other side of me, and I felt his hands snake around my body. His big hands cupped my tits, and I moaned. Robert, apparently not wanting to be outdone, moved so that Tim was cradling me but my legs were splayed. He knelt in front of me, and he began to lick my shaved pussy. My moans increased as his tongue tripped up and down my juicy split. I could feel Tim’s erect cock pressing against me, and I shimmied a little to give him some friction.

“Fuck,” he said, “I need to be in you.”

Robert had a quick cure for that. He moved me on my hands and knees on the rug, and he took a position in front of me and motioned for Tim to get behind. Soon, I was sucking on Robert’s cock and being pounded by Tim. I felt myself becoming more aroused as I grew closer to climax. Before I could come, the boys — on some hidden signal I hadn’t even seen — swapped positions. Now, I was slurping my own satiny juices off Tim’s rod while Robert started to fuck me from behind. I enjoyed the differences in their dicks. Both of my roommates had reason to be proud of their units. But Robert’s cock was fatter and Tim’s longer and more elegant. Being worked from both sides really did take me to my climax, but I was the only one to come.

The boys seemed to enjoy watching the passion flood through me. Robert held his cock still in my hole, and Tim gently rested his dickhead on my lower lip. When the pleasure had abated, the boys did their swap again. I sucked my fresh juices from Robby’s rod while Tim plunged into my pussy once more.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this for months,” Tim whispered. “Every time I see you walking down the hall after a shower, I want to rip the towel away and fuck you against the wall.”

Not to be undone, Robert said, “I think about you when I jack off every night.”

“Me, too,” Tim insisted.

I laughed. They seemed each to want to prove their worth to me. So I decided to turn the climax into a contest. I pulled away from both of them, and I sat on the floor in front of the sofa facing my roommates.

“Come for me,” I said. They both stared without moving.

“I mean it,” I insisted. “Show me what you look like when you think about me at night. Stroke your dicks and shoot your come. I want to see it.”

Both boys moved closer to me, and they began working toward the finish line. But then I had a new idea.

“You stroke him,” I pointed to Robert. “And let him stroke you.”

This was even more exciting. To me, at least. I wondered what my roommates would think of my dirty idea. There was only a tiny hesitation. Then Tim shrugged and reached for Robert’s cock. Robert spit on his hand and did the same for Tim. It took a little maneuvering to get comfortable, but fairly quickly they’d found a rhythm. In fact, I realized that they’d found a rhythm that looked like it had been hit before.

“You’ve done this!” I insisted. They exchanged sheepish smiles.“Without me!”

The smiles broadened. I couldn’t believe I’d been left out of the loop. That wasn’t going to happen again.

“The first one who makes the other come gets to fuck me,” I said.

Their clenched hands became blurs of flesh. They both were trying desperately to win. I could tell. I egged them on by touching myself. I ran one hand over my breasts, pinching my nipples in turn. I used my other hand to rub my clit. I moaned and raised my hips. I wasn’t playacting. This was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. Then the remarkable happened. They both came at once! I watched in awe as they spurted their semen into the air. Robert sat back and sighed. His dick was already reawakening.

Tim said, “You are the hottest woman I’ve seen outside of porn.” His cock was rapidly regaining strength as well.

Since they’d both won, there was only one thing to do. I got lube from my bedroom, and we positioned ourselves in the center of the room. I chose Robert for my pussy, because his nice, fat cock would fill me up just right. I settled myself on him, rising up and down a few times to get used to his girth. Then I bent forward and Tim oiled me up with the lube. His slender dick would work perfectly in my back hole.

He took it nice and easy, inching his way in until he was fully inside me. Then we began to seesaw together. The boys moved me back and forth between them, and I could feel my honey slipping from my pussy in copious amounts. I had never in my life been this aroused before. I’d never gone further than fantasizing about double-penetration. Now, I was living it! I knew that once wouldn’t be enough for me. We’d opened this dirty door — and I was going to make sure we kept it open.

Robert came first this time. He couldn’t help himself. I could feel him spurting inside me. I was the next to grab the “O.” My pussy tightened on his softening dick, and my asshole spasmed around Tim’s beautiful cock. Tim held out as long as possible. Then he came in my ass, pumping hard, breathless as he emptied himself.

We were a mess of tangled limbs before we disengaged.

“That was so fucking amazing,” Robby said, sprawled on the carpet.

“We have to do that again,” I sighed.

Tim looked at both of us and then he nodded toward his book, open on the coffee table. “Well, I did want to explore the term déjà vu.”

— Ms. Eleanor B., Amarillo, Texas