Ménage à Trois by Nile

Ménage à Trois

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. Copyright goes to Rumiko Takahashi. I do not make money from this. I am merely a fan.

“Last semester we finished on the history of sex. I hope that you caught the documentary on the History Channel on it. There is a whole series on it, and I recommend watching,” the professor Houshi Miroku had said.

“Ah, yeah, there. Lick it there!” Miroku heard a familiarly gruff male voice say behind the curtains as he lectured.

“If I do, then we can’t, you know…?” a female voice reminded.

“You’re in the back, bastard. I’ve got her tight twat,” the gruff male growled.

“Hn,” a male with a sensually smooth voice simply said.

The building that his normal classes were held had been put under renovation due to the fact that the building was no longer up to code. He had no choice but to hold his classes in the auditorium. His class was not a requirement, but he offered it as a side class: The History of Sex.

Most thought it was a joke when it had appeared on the curriculum listings. In the beginning it had been just a hobby. Miroku had always been a self-professed hentai, but also a very knowledgeable one. He delved in all of the dirty romances, pornography, and even sexual terminology. He had booked a classroom to start a club, and it eventually became popular. At first, people joined because they thought the club was all about partying. The Student Senate even thought so, but had enough funds to allocated his idea. However, he had started with a small group and started his lectures on the different kinds of sexual positions, and its impact on culture. He also was an open- minded man. He enjoyed just about any sex. From masochism and sadism, to orgies, and any position known to man. Although he was a bonified pervert, he respected the act. It was almost a religion to him.

“Nngh! Oh, it hurts!” a female cried out.

“Just relax, little one. It will go in,” the smooth, yet baritone male voice assured.

He heard a few students snicker in the front row, and Miroku tried to continue his lecture.

“We will start today on a new subject. It will be on group sex, or as most of you know, an orgy. An orgy of course involves more than two people, so we will begin with adding a third person and talking about ménage à trois. Now, most people think it is sex between three people. Yes, in a way, according to how you know it, it is. However, the term in French literally means ‘household of three.’ The phrase was coined in the nineteenth century. While it does imply a romantic link between three people, it does not necessarily have to be a sexual relationship,” he informed.

“Oh gods, I feel so filled!” the female behind the curtains moaned.

“Damn! Your cunt is tight!” the gruff male called out.

A few people gasped at hearing this. Miroku even heard a few murmurs between disgust and even some in delight. On one hand, he wanted to give the people behind the curtain as much anonymity as he could. He respected the act enough that he felt that it was best to let them enjoy their moment. He did recognize each of their voices. They belonged to none other than some of his closest friends. On the other hand, he was a bit angry they would use the auditorium. He knew that they knew he had class. They were also very verbal as groaned, grunted, moaned, and mewled between the lewd phrases they called out to each other.

“As you see, the term is not accurate. Instead, it should be plan à trois, a much cruder phrase of triolisme, which is of a sexual orientation where one is interested in their partner engaging in sexual relations with another. This is a much more accurate term and is more closely suited to the English term of ‘threesome,’” Miroku continued, beginning to get perturbed as the three behind the curtain were becoming too loud for him,.

He then had an idea! His eyes twinkled with perverted mirth, and he grinned as he ventured over the the button to open the curtains.

“In fact, here is a great example of the subject,” he announced.

The curtains drew aside automatically, uncovering the frenzied occupants behind. All three froze from their thrusting and pleasure as their place of debauchery had been uncovered. Two males, and one woman were on a blanket in the middle of the auditorium stage. Each male had beautifully long silver hair, and the woman had hair as dark and deep as the night sky. Both males were lithe, yet quite muscular. It was a startling contrast to the lithe and soft woman between them. It was a scene that Miroku thought looked beautiful enough to paint on canvas and saved that thought for later.

“What the fuck! Miroku! Close the fucking curtain!” InuYasha growled as Kagome squeaked as some of the class made catcalls.

Sesshoumaru tried to block the view of her blissfully nude body from the crowd with his arms, only effectively covering her tits.

“Let’s give a hand to my friends for their demonstration!” Miroku said, and then clapped.

“You better run, Houshi!” Sesshoumaru warned, pulling his cock out of Kagome’s anus.

“And that concludes our class, students!” Miroku cried out as he dashed from the room.