Who’s Deeper? Part 2 – Amateur FFM Threesome with College Girl

The apartment smelled like cheap pizza and weed from last night. Empty boxes sat on the coffee table, and the TV droned some reality show nobody was watching. Michael sprawled on the couch in sweatpants, scrolling his phone, while his girlfriend Sarah lounged next to him, legs draped over his lap. They’d been dating since freshman year, nothing fancy—just two 22-year-olds figuring shit out.
Then Emily knocked. She was the new girl from their psych class, 19, always in oversized hoodies and those tiny shorts that showed off her toned legs. She’d been flirting with both of them for weeks—texts, study group glances, that one time she “accidentally” brushed Michael’s thigh under the table. Tonight she showed up with a bottle of cheap vodka, saying she needed help “unwinding after midterms.”
Sarah laughed and pulled her inside. “Come on, we’re already unwound.” They poured shots in the kitchen, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead. Emily downed hers fast, cheeks flushing pink. Michael watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed. Sarah caught him looking and smirked.
“Bet you can’t deepthroat better than me,” Sarah teased, leaning against the counter.
Emily raised an eyebrow. “Wanna find out?”
That was the trigger. Michael’s cock twitched in his sweats. Sarah grabbed Emily’s hand and tugged her toward the living room. “Couch. Now.”
They didn’t bother turning off the TV. The laugh track from some sitcom filled the background as Sarah pushed Michael down onto the cushions. She yanked his pants to his ankles, his dick springing free, already half-hard. Emily knelt beside Sarah, both girls between his legs.
Sarah went first. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking slow, tongue swirling. Michael groaned, hand tangling in her dark hair. “Fuck, babe.”
Emily watched, biting her lip. Then Sarah pulled off with a wet pop. “Your turn, college girl. Show us what you got.”
Emily leaned in. She started gentle—kissing the shaft, licking up the underside. Then she took him deeper. Her mouth stretched wide, lips sliding down inch by inch. Michael’s hips jerked when she hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little, eyes watering, but didn’t stop. Spit dribbled down her chin.
Sarah grinned. “That’s it. Deeper.”
Emily pushed further. Her nose brushed his pubes. She held it there, throat convulsing around him, gagging hard. The sound was wet and raw—gluck-gluck-gluck. Michael’s hand tightened in her blonde hair. “Holy shit.”
Sarah joined in. She licked his balls while Emily bobbed, sloppy and messy. Spit coated everything—his cock, their chins, dripping onto the couch. Emily pulled off gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. “Who’s deeper?” she panted, voice hoarse.
Sarah laughed. “Me. Watch.”
She took him all the way in one smooth motion. No gag, just throat. Michael bucked, cursing under his breath. Emily watched, fingering herself through her shorts, moaning softly.
They switched again. Back and forth. Emily gagged louder each time, tears streaking her mascara. Sarah stayed smooth, but her eyes watered too from the effort. Michael’s cock throbbed, veins bulging, slick with their spit.
“Fuck, you’re both so good,” he grunted.
Sarah pulled Emily up for a kiss—messy, tongues sliding, sharing the taste of him. Then Sarah stripped off her tank top, small tits bouncing free. Emily followed, peeling off her hoodie and shorts. No bra, pink nipples hard. They pressed against each other, kissing while stroking Michael’s cock together.
Sarah climbed onto the couch, straddling his face. “Eat me while she sucks you.”
Michael buried his tongue in her pussy—wet, musky, familiar. Sarah ground down, moaning. Emily dove back onto his dick, taking him deep again. The room filled with wet sounds: slurping, gagging, Sarah’s gasps.
Emily pulled off, coughing. “I want him to fuck my throat harder.”
Michael stood. The girls knelt side by side. He grabbed Emily’s head first. Pushed in slow, then faster. Face fucking her—hips snapping, cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged hard, spit flying, but held still. Her hands gripped his thighs.
Sarah fingered Emily from behind, making her moan around the cock. “Good girl. Take it.”
Then Michael switched to Sarah. Same thing—deep, rough thrusts. Sarah’s throat bulged visibly. She gagged but kept going, eyes locked on his.
“Who’s deeper now?” Emily rasped when he pulled out.
Michael laughed breathlessly. “Both of you. Fuck.”
He sat back down. Sarah straddled him reverse, sliding onto his cock. Her pussy was soaked, gripping tight. She rode slow at first, then bounced harder. Emily knelt between their legs, licking where they joined—tongue flicking Sarah’s clit, then down to Michael’s balls.
Sarah came first—shuddering, cursing, pussy clenching. “Fuck, yes!”
Michael pulled out, still rock hard. Emily bent over the arm of the couch. He slammed into her from behind—hard, skin slapping. Sarah knelt in front, making out with Emily while fingering herself.
“Deeper,” Emily begged. “Fuck my throat again after.”
Michael pounded her, balls slapping her clit. She came quick, shaking, moaning into Sarah’s mouth.
Then he pulled out. Both girls dropped to their knees again.
“Finish on our faces,” Sarah said.
They took turns sucking—deep, sloppy, gagging. Emily went deepest this time, holding him all the way while Sarah licked his shaft. Michael groaned. “Gonna cum.”
He pulled out. They opened wide. Thick ropes shot across their tongues, chins, cheeks. Emily gagged a little on the load in her mouth but swallowed most. Sarah licked the rest off her face.
They collapsed on the couch, breathing hard. Pizza boxes still there. TV still on. Emily wiped her mouth, grinning. “So… who won?”
Sarah laughed. “Rematch next week.”
Michael just shook his head, pulling up his pants. “Oven’s probably cold now. Who wants leftover pizza?”