College Roommates Threesome Quickie at Home – Amateur Fuck

Emily and Jessica had been sharing the small off-campus apartment for almost a year now. It was nothing fancy—just a cramped living room that doubled as a kitchen area, a couple of tiny bedrooms, and a bathroom with shitty water pressure. They were both juniors, stressed out from midterms, and usually too broke to go out partying on a random Tuesday night.
That evening started like any other. Michael, Jessica’s on-again off-again boyfriend, had come over after his shift at the campus bookstore. He was tall, a bit scruffy with messy brown hair, wearing a faded hoodie and jeans. Emily was in the kitchen stirring pasta sauce on the stove, still in her tight tank top and tiny cotton shorts from earlier classes. Jessica lounged on the couch in an oversized t-shirt and panties, scrolling her phone while some dumb reality show played on the TV in the background.
“Smells good, Em,” Michael said, walking up behind Emily at the stove. He pressed against her casually, reaching over to grab a spoon and taste the sauce. His body felt warm against her back. Emily laughed and bumped her ass back into him playfully. “Careful, or you’ll make me burn it.”
Jessica looked up from the couch and smirked. “You two starting without me again?” The vibe in the room had been flirty for weeks. The three of them had joked about it before—how horny everyone was, how small the apartment was, how they were all “adults with nothing to lose.” Tonight the tension felt thicker.
Michael’s hand slid down Emily’s side, resting on her hip. “Sauce can wait, right?” His voice was low. Emily bit her lip, glancing over at Jessica, who had put her phone down and was watching them with that hungry look in her eyes.
“Fuck it,” Jessica said, standing up. She walked over, her t-shirt riding up to show the bottom of her ass. “Midterms are kicking our asses anyway. We deserve a break.”
Michael turned Emily around and kissed her hard, his hands grabbing her waist. Emily moaned into his mouth as Jessica pressed in from the side, kissing Michael’s neck and then leaning over to kiss Emily too. It was clumsy at first—their noses bumped, someone laughed—but it quickly got hotter. Hands were everywhere.
They stumbled the few steps from the kitchen to the couch. Michael pulled Emily’s tank top off, exposing her perky natural tits. Jessica did the same with her own shirt, her bigger breasts bouncing free. Michael groaned, “Shit, you two are so fucking hot.” He sucked on Emily’s nipple while Jessica reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
Clothes came off fast. Michael’s jeans hit the floor, his hard cock springing out, already leaking precum. Jessica dropped to her knees first, taking him into her mouth while Emily watched, touching herself. “God, he tastes good,” Jessica mumbled around his cock before passing it to Emily. Emily licked the head, then took him deeper, gagging a little as Jessica held her hair back.
The TV was still on, some couple arguing in the background. The smell of pasta sauce filled the apartment, mixing with the scent of arousal. They moved to the floor because the couch was too small. Michael laid back as the girls took turns sucking him, their tongues meeting around his shaft. “Fuck yes, just like that,” he groaned, his hand on Jessica’s head.
Jessica climbed up first, straddling his face. “Eat my pussy, baby.” Michael licked her eagerly, his tongue flicking her clit while she ground down. Emily positioned herself over his cock, sinking down slowly. “Oh shit, he’s so thick,” she gasped. She started riding him, her ass bouncing, skin slapping against skin. The girls leaned forward and kissed each other messily, tits pressing together.
They switched positions. Michael put Jessica on all fours on the cheap rug and fucked her from behind hard and fast. “Harder,” she begged, her voice urgent. Emily lay underneath, licking Jessica’s clit and Michael’s balls as he thrust. The sounds were raw—wet slapping, moans, heavy breathing. Sweat made their skin slick. Jessica’s curly hair was a mess, sticking to her face.
Emily took her turn doggystyle next, face buried between Jessica’s legs. Michael pounded her tight pussy, gripping her hips. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned. The girls urged him on. They wanted it messy.
He pulled out and the girls got on their knees in front of him, tongues out. Michael stroked himself and shot thick ropes of cum across both their faces and tits. Emily licked some off Jessica’s cheek, and they kissed again, sharing it.
They collapsed on the floor laughing, catching their breath. “Fuck, that was needed,” Emily said, wiping her mouth. Michael pulled his pants back up while the girls grabbed tissues from the coffee table. The pasta was probably overcooked by now, but nobody cared.
Jessica turned the TV up a bit louder in case the neighbors had heard anything. “Round two after dinner?” she asked with a grin.
Michael chuckled. “You two are gonna kill me.” The apartment went back to normal—three college kids acting like nothing happened, but the energy in the room was completely different now. Just another night at home.