Today is the last day of the semester. A two week vacation looms and the possibility Adam and Devon, maybe Felicity’s two biggest fans, may never have a chance with the hottest girl on the campus again.
Desperate as they are, when opportunity presents itself, they go for it, and for once Felicity doesn’t stop them. This leads to an afternoon, they and maybe you, will never forget.
Adam, Devon and Felicity, consumed in a wanton orgy of lust, engage in a salacious menage a trois, in an empty college classroom, on the last day of school before the semester break. Afterward, Adam suffers an anxiety attack when Felicity admits she's a 'bride to be'. Conflicted between the powerful emotions engendered by her recent lovers and the affection for her fiance, Felicity agrees to return to school in a week and meet them for a rendezvous.
However, Felicity, seems to be more intrigued by the handsome virile duo than she imagined and can't seem to stay away. When she receives an email inviting her to meet them at a wild frat costume party the next night, she finds herself on the road back to meet them for another delicious, lascivious encounter.
He was in the dark. She was in the dark. They were in the dark. He couldn’t see much of her—only a vague silhouette lit from second hand light reflected from the movie, but…he could smell her. More than ever, he could smell her. Her flower scented cologne, her bath wash and her se-x-x. God, all his senses now channeled through his nose and he could actually smell her cunt—from three feet away, her beautiful, he just knew, smooth cunt. God, it smelled good. The fragrance reminded him of slightly burnt roasted almonds. He knew, given the opportunity, he could lie in front of her sweet pussy dining on it all day.
Too excited for words, he suddenly felt a constriction in his throat and could barely breathe. He forced himself to breathe hard and the burnt roasted almond bouquet that wafted into his lungs relaxed his throat.
He admired her beautiful silhouette as she watched the movie. Had anyone in the history of man since time immemorial, ever wanted a woman more? Could Romeo have wanted Juliet more? Could Marc Anthony have wanted Cleopatra more? Napoleon and Marie Antoinette? Solomon and Sheba? No! No fucking way!
He took a deep breath and savored her pussy. Then another and another. Soon he was mad with lust.
“Adam, please be quiet. You’re making too much noise. What are you grunting and groaning for?”
If you only knew, my ‘USDA Choice’ piece of flesh. What’s the warm, smooth, silky object his hand is resting on? He glanced down and realized his hand rested on her pale thigh—only inches from her cunt. Then he noticed since almost everyone had moved closer to the screen to watch the movie, the three of them had the last five rows of seats to themselves. He grew even more excited. Sitting in the back row in the dark, they were virtually invisible to the professor or anyone else in the unlikely event they glanced up.
He was so nervous, he could feel the red, liquid life-force pulsing in his ears as he slowly, languorously, edged his hand up her thigh. Slowly, under her skirt his fingers crept. Her gasp as his daring fingers touched her panties, made his stomach jump into his throat. She moaned and he paused. Even though he hadn’t moved his hand in fifteen seconds, her moans continued. As her moans grew louder, he glanced once more at her pale thighs. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he realized, Devon’s dark hand was also under her skirt.
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Adam’s hand remained stationary, but still the presence of a man’s hand so near her feminine core, had a skyrocketing effect on her libido. When the lights went out and the movie started, a second hand—Devon’s hand—landed on her other thigh. Though it thrilled her to no end, it was also worrisome. Felicity only wanted one lover, yet two desirable men had hands within inches of her pussy, which frankly, started heating faster than a chemistry class Bunsen burner. Throwing judgment out the window, she allowed both hands to remain in their intimate location and furthermore, faking discomfort fidgeted and opened her legs more. As a bonus, Devon’s and to a lesser extent Adam’s hands slid from atop her thigh, more to the side—the inside—of her thigh. She wondered at that moment if she had some subconscious agenda to receive the affections of both men. She’d never denied, she found both men excitingly attractive and she was, after all, only seeking sex. At least that what she thought she was after.
As Adam’s hand advanced, so did Devon’s, though quicker. By the time Adam’s fingers touched her crème-logged panties, Devon’s finger’s had shunted them aside and were at the portal to her womanly lair. With heartbeat and pulse surging, she stopped breathing from the anticipation. When his long thick finger glided effortlessly into her slippery, expanded channel, she gasped and sucked in a huge breath.
Unexpectedly, a second finger slid into her—Adam’s. Felicity’s eyes had never been larger or rounder. Two separate men had a finger in her deep recess simultaneously. Why does it seem so sexy? Each finger was independent of the other and entered her from a different angle. They moved in and out of her differently and when they were inside her they wiggled, massaging the soft, fleshy, interior cushions of her pussy differently. Her back arched violently, pushing her snatch into their intimate, combined fingers as a deluge of carnal sensations slammed through her.
The ability to make love frivolously is the chief characteristic which distinguishes human beings from the beasts. Heywood Broun
Felicity drove in a trance. Like a video loop, she relived the 'magnum opus' of her young sex life, her torrid affair with Adam and Devon, over and over. The mere thought of it dampened her panties and make her pussy ache. Then the image of Adam's stricken face would emerge and tears would seep from her eyes. She never wanted to hurt anyone. She just wanted to have fun. They all had a great time, didn't they?
God she had fun. Something nagged at her. Something beside Adam and Devon's reaction to her engagement announcement. Having experienced nirvana in the arms of two gorgeous men, could she be true to one man and only one man for the rest of her life? Having lived the number one woman's fantasy, could she go back to ordinary?
She scrunched her face. She thought she knew the answer and it wasn't helpful. What if she married Everette, who she considered better than average in bed and decided she needed more? Not every man is predisposed to sharing his wife with another man. In fact she bet damn few were. She wouldn't be surprised if it happened less often than four leaf clovers and solar eclipses. Granted, a woman could probably instigate a menage a trios by going out and picking up a couple men for a one night stand. Or by making a calculated arrangement with a two male friends or co-workers. However, finding two men who had an emotional investment in you, but would not be jealous of each other, that would be difficult. Add the fact that you should adore them as well and, well hitting a mega lottery might be easier.
Hell, if the shoes had been reversed, she didn't think she could share Adam or Devon with another woman. Or even Everette. She shook her head. Why does she always put Adam and Devon ahead of Everette? It was Everette she was engaged to.