Threesome Erotica
"Break Time" a sex story by Kay Jaybee
The temperature dropped as the door closed behind them. Rob hesitated for a moment before following the girls into the club's storeroom. Seconds later he was being tugged across the barely lit room onto a huge pile of empty, discarded, cardboard boxes. He could feel his cock stirring beneath his jeans. So far they had not spoken. They didn't need to.
The blonde was laughing. Her eyes laughed first, just ahead of her lips, which were moist with anticipation. The boxes crunched slightly as they were squashed beneath their combined weight. The thumping of the dance floor, only a corridor away, was almost drowned out by the ticking of the storeroom clock.
The girls looked at each other and, with an unspoken signal, they acted. Pulling off their t-shirts they revealed two sets of perfect unfettered tits. The red-head's rich mouth nuzzled briefly at her partners nipples before she turned the blonde toward their guest. "I'm Jen and this is Terri, she's yours for the taking" Jen smiled teasingly, "if you want her? You'll have to decide quickly though, we only have a half hour break."
Rob had seen them watching him from the other side of the bar as they served his fellow clubbers. When they approached him, each taking one of his hands and guiding his slim frame towards what they called "a safe place," he couldn't believe it. He wasn't sure whether to resist or not, so he thought he'd see what happened next. Anyway, his mates were watching.
Somehow Rob couldn't move. He was mesmerised by the wonderful, unbelievable, sight before him. His brain was screaming at his body to work; to grab Terri, lick her neat breasts, release her hips from her short black skirt, but he just stood there, frozen.
Jen shrugged and, moving behind her friend, cupped her full chest in her tanned hands. Terri gasped as her nipples were expertly rolled between bronzed fingers. Her blonde head fell back onto Jen's shoulders, her eyes closed in pleasure.
"She loves this. Why don't you try it?" Still Rob couldn't move, but his eyes never left them. Jen, who was obviously relishing her current dominance, started to kiss Terri. Big, deep, probing kisses; first on the mouth, then down her neck, whilst her fingers continued to brush the pert almond tips.
It was the blonde's squeal that broke the spell and brought him to his senses. As Terri came there, right in front of him, under the careful ministrations of another girl, Rob finally realised that this wasn't just another fantasy. This was everything he'd dreamed about in his private, frequently rushed, wanking moments.
Terri almost sagged with relief as Rob tore off his shirt and pushed her skirt up. Shoving her into Jen's arms, he spread her knicker-free legs wide, and greedily lapped up the juice which ran down the inside of her thighs. Terri's arms reached out, and her fingers dug into his short dark hair. My God she was wet. His dick ached, but Rob wasn't ready to take his jeans off, he couldn't be sure how much control he'd have without there restraining presence.
As a soft moan escaped from Terri's lips, Rob glanced up from his intense work around her clit. He could see she was very close to explosion, but he didn't want to be the one to trigger her second orgasm. He was in charge now, and he wanted to watch.
Jen staggered a little as Rob pulled her roughly towards him, "Finish her off," he ordered.
"Certainly sir." Jen spoke with mock gravity, and knelt down, sliding two perfectly manicured fingers inside her friends soaking snatch. He watched as her fingers moved slowly, rhythmically in and out, making tiny slurping noises in time to the tick of the clock. His own lust rising, Rob stepped forward and began to kiss Jen on the neck. He circled butterfly soft kisses all around her chest, before planting the lightest of touches on her belly and arms, forcing a moan from her confident mouth. He knew the need for attention across her breasts must be almost unbearable. Would she beg? No; too proud. He suspected that right now she would like to though.
The mounting tension was cut abruptly as Terri cried out, her body shivering in satisfaction. Jen pulled away from Rob and stuffed an aching tit into her friend's mouth. Terri instantly obliged by flicking a skilful tongue over the neglected nipple. Jen's murmur of relief became a sigh of muffled pleasure when, at long last, their chosen man's patience broke, and Rob thrust his hard cock into her pink mouth.
He had fantasised about this sort of thing, but the reality of the situation was almost too much. The girls so busy together, combined with the tongue expertly, divinely, licking at his tip, was driving him to distraction. He withdrew hurriedly and took some deep breaths, in an attempt to hold off his own release.
The clock ticked. Terri whimpered; desperate for more attention.
Rob took a fleeting look at the cardboard bed beneath him; it was more or less squashed flat now. Time must be short and he badly wanted to finish off inside one of them. He didn't care which.
Rob lay on his back, the discomfort of the sharp box corners scratching his skin quickly forgotten as Terri sat astride him, swallowing his thick shaft into her neat snatch. The delicious sensations that coursed through him doubled as Jen lowered herself onto his face, offering her pussy to his open mouth.
Rob's mind was consumed by the image they must be presenting. The stifled mews and groans from above told him that the girls were kissing each other passionately. He held Jen's thighs tightly, feeling their pleasing weight mould into him. Perhaps their hands were busy working on each others tits. He was sure they would be.
It was a thought too far. Suddenly he pushed Jen away, moaning out in relief as he shot his load into the blonde and she jerked against his exploding cock.
As Rob pulled away, the girls wasted no time in fingering themselves to their own climax, giving him one last memorable spectacle.
Tick. The girls were bar staff again. Collecting their clothes from the jumble of cardboard, they hastened towards the door. Turning to Rob for one final look, they blew him a kiss.
Admiring their calm but rather crumpled appearance as they disappeared through the door, Rob smiled in wondrous disbelief. Tomorrow he would have to pinch himself. Had that really just happened? The backs of his long legs ached where they'd been trapped against the uneven surface; they were already beginning to bruise.
It had happened, and he was about to develop the marks to prove it.
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Copyright May 2007, Kay Jaybee
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally published May 2007 - "Mmm"