My head's fuzzy, achin’, like every effin’ brain cell is screamin’ at me. Goddamn friggin' vodka! The thin light slicing through the window pokes at my eyes like little needles. I'm sprawled out naked on this tiny couch, skin all sticky. Place smells like porn and booze. Where the fuck am I? Oh, shit, right, I crashed here after last night's little... adventure. Emma and Pete’s place.

Wakin’ up here, outside of the city, in the quiet’s a trip. I stretch, bones cracking, and sit up a bit. My mind flashes to all the shit we did last night—Emma's mouth on me, her lips stretched wide, her dark eyes looking up while Pete watched, stroking himself. As my head unfreezes and I begin recalling what we’d done just hours ago, my Pavlovian dick twitches.

The quiet doesn’t last. Just as I get my head screwed on, I hear it; Emma’s moans, Pete’s grunts, the familiar, wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin coming from their bedroom. They’re at it again. Guess I'm not the only one who woke up horny as hell.

From where I’m layin’, I can see straight across the kitchen to their bedroom. And past the open door, I can see moving shadows and hear the unmistakable creaking of their shabby bed. Hell, they’re not even 20 feet from me, not even trying to hide what they’re doin’.

And why should they hide it?—After what we did last night, seems everything’s out in the open.

"Oh God, just like that," Emma's voice floats out, breathy and urgent. The springs squeak in a steady rhythm. Pete grunts back, something low and animal.

My hand moves down to my cock, finding it already hard. Friggin' cock has a mind of its own. Like my head, it’s aching too. I wrap my fingers around it, giving a slow, welcoming tug.

"Yeah, Pete, fuck me," Emma calls out, her voice cutting through my memories. There's a wet, sloppy sound, like his cock is sliding in and out of her, fast and hard.

Lyin’ here naked, listening to them screwin’, stroking my cock, you’d think I’d feel like a fuckin’ perve. Well, I don’t. Nah. I’m feeling like the luckiest effin’ bastard on the goddamn earth.

I spit in my palm and grab my cock again, settling into a rhythm that matches the squeaking bed. Last night we were all tangled together on that same bed, a knot of limbs and wet holes and hard cocks. I remember Emma's nails digging into my back as I thrust into her, Pete's strong hands gripping me, sucking Pete’s cock, lickin’ his cum from Emma’s pussy.

"Your pussy is so friggin' wet," Pete's voice carries, deep and strained. "So tight around my cock."

"You like that, baby?" Emma purrs back. "You like how wet I get for you? For that big cock?"

Christ, they're not holding back. The dirty talk sends a jolt straight to my balls. I spit in my hand again, slick my hard dick up real good, pump harder. Yankin’ the skin back, I slide my thumb over the purple head, smearing it with pre-cum. In my mind, I can see Emm's tits bouncing as Pete rams into her, her face twisted in pleasure. I can practically taste her again—that earthy tang of sweat and sex that covered her skin.

"Oh God, your cock feels so good, babe," Emma gasps, her voice rising in pitch. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."

"You're so fucking hot," Pete growls back. "Your pussy feels amazing around my cock, honey. So wet, so fucking tight."

The wet sounds get faster, more frantic. My hand matches the pace, squeezing and stroking my hard shaft. My balls are tight, heavy with the need to cum, but I hold back—I want to savor this, this dirty little show they're putting on.

Emm's moans are gettin’ higher, more desperate. That familiar sound when she's close—I learned that last night, how she sounds right before she cums. Pete's grunts are deeper, his rhythm faltering slightly as he gets close too.

I can't effin' believe I'm here, naked on their couch, jerking off to the sounds of the two of ‘em fucking. But after last night, after the three of us crossed every line there is, nothin’ seems off limits now. I grip my cock harder, feeling the pressure build at the base of my spine.

Sittin’ up proper now, put my bare feet on the edge of the table, spread my legs wide, like a fuckin’ porn star. Fuck it, ain’t nobody here to see me except Pete and Emma, and after what we all did last night, being shy is, well..., silly. I spit another big glob onto my cock, watching it slide down the shaft, making everything nice and slick. Fuckin’ A, man, this is so friggin' kickass, just sitting here naked, jerking off to the sounds of them going at it.

My hand glides up and down in long, slow strokes, twisting slightly at the top. Pete and Emma are still going strong in there, like they didn't just spend hours fucking last night.

From the bedroom, I hear the slapping sounds get faster, and Emma lets out a little squeal. "That's it, baby," she calls out. "Right there, right there!"

"You like that?" Pete's voice is raw. "You like my big cock filling you up?"

"God, yes! Don't stop!"

Fuckin' A, man, it's like I've got front-row seats to my own personal porno. I lean back, legs stretched even wider, and close my eyes. Last night floods back in vivid color; Emma's hot, tight grip on my cock as I slid into her, Pete's thick shaft filling my mouth, the stink of her dripping pussy, and the salty taste of his jizz.

I remember how Pete guided my head down, his fingers tangled in my hair. "Suck it, Gabs," he'd whispered, and I did, taking him as deep as I could while Emma watched, touching herself. Then we switched, and I was inside Emma while Pete's hands roamed all over both of us.

Another glob of spit hits my cock, making it glisten in the morning light. I pump faster, thinking about Emma's wet pussy, imagining licking Pete's spunk from her swollen lips after he finishes inside her. The thought of it makes my balls tighten, a familiar hot pressure building at the base.

"Fucking Christ," I mutter, grinnin’ to myself. If they had neighbors, lived in a triple decka’, the whole friggin' building would know what's going on. But out here in the sticks, in this tiny house surrounded by nothing but trees, we can be as loud as we want. Man, I’m lovin’ this!

The sounds of fucking coming from the bedroom speed up, so I speed up, matching ‘em. The wet sounds of my fist sliding up and down my shaft mingle with the creaking of their bed, the slap of flesh on flesh. It's a symphony of filth, and I'm conducting my own solo performance right here on their damn couch.

I'm getting close, feelin’ that familiar tightening in my balls. So, ease up, slow down. Don't want this to end too quick. I want to ride this wave, savor every goddamn sound, every memory. It feels so effin’ wicked, being out here like I am, jerkin’ off to those fucking sounds those two are makin’. An, man, if the thought of that doen’t make this feel so much better!

Emma's moans pitch higher, becoming these breathy little gasps that tell me she's close. Pete's grunting more now, his rhythm faltering a bit. I know that sound—he's about to blow his load. My cock throbs in response, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Come for me, Pete," Emma begs. "Fill me up with that hot cum!"

"Gonna fill you up so good, hon," Pete groans back.

Jesus. These two don't hold back. It's like they've forgotten I'm even here. Or maybe they know exactly what they're doing to me. Either way, it's fuckin’ amazing, and I’m lovin’ it all.

Then it happens; Emma's voice hits a whole new level, like she's breaking through some invisible barrier. Her screams get higher, more frantic, these raw animal sounds that tell me she's right there on the edge. My hand moves faster on my dick, riding the wave of her pleasure.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh FUUUUCK!" Emma wails, her voice cracking. "I'm cumming! Pete! Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!"

The bed frame rattles against the wall, the springs protesting under their pounding weight. Emma's cries are relentless now, a string of obscenities mixed with pleas and Pete's name.

"YES! FUCK! YES! FUCK! YES! PETE! FUCK ME! RIGHT THERE! FUCK! PETE! OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!"

There's something about a babe coming apart that shoots straight through me. My cock throbs in my hand, more pre-cum slicking the head as I pump faster. Emma's not holding anything back—that girl never does. I learned that last night when she came all over my face, her thighs clamping around my ears.

"PETE! FUCK! OH MY GOD! YES! YES! YES!" Her voice is ragged, desperate. "HARDER! MAKE ME TAKE IT! MAKE ME FUCKING TAKE IT!"

The sound of their fucking gets even more intense, wet and sloppy. I can practically see it—Pete driving into her with everything he's got, Emma's legs wrapped around him, her body shaking with each thrust.

"I CAN FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK! DON'T STOP! I'M STILL CUMMING!"

My hand is a blur now, matching the frantic rhythm of their bed. I'm so close, teetering on that edge, but I want to hold out, want to come with them, or at least right after.

Pete's grunts turn into a long, guttural moan. "Fuck, Emma! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside you!"

"Do it!" Emma gasps, still riding her own orgasm. "Fill me up! I want to feel it!"

There's a moment of silence, then Pete lets out this primal growl that tells me he's pumping his load deep inside her. The bed gives one final, violent creak. Pete, one last grunt.

"God, Pete," Emma sighs, her voice thick and satisfied. "Your cum feels so good inside me. So hot, so deep."

That little tidbit sends a fresh wave of heat through me. My balls tighten, that pressure building at the base of my spine. I slow my hand, squeeze the base of my cock, fighting back the urge to explode right here.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," Pete murmurs to her, his voice muffled like his face is pressed against her neck or tits.

"Mmm, you fill me up so good," Emma purrs back. "I can feel it dripping out of me." Like a bad, little girl, she giggles.

Jesus fucking Christ, it’s so hot hearing her like that! My filthy brain takes over. The image of Pete's cum leaking out of Emma's pussy flashes in my mind, clear as day. I remember how she looked last night, sprawled on the bed, legs wide, both our cum trickling from between her swollen pussy lips.

My cock jumps in my hand, beggin’ for attention. I start stroking again, slower this time, drawing out the pleasure. The sounds from the bedroom have softened to gentle murmurs and the occasional kiss. But the echoes of Emma's screams still ring in my ears, a goddamn chorus of filthy delight.

Before long, I'm right there, right on the friggin' edge again, that familiar, electric tingle at the base of my spine telling me I'm about to blow. My balls are tight, my cock throbbing in my hand. But I don't want it to end yet. I squeeze hard at the base, holding back the eruption, gritting my teeth against the pressure. God, it feels so good, it almost hurts.

The edge on that cum faded a hair, that gotta’-cum-right-fucking-now feeling not so goddamn insistent anymore. I catch my breath, my chest rising and falling. Pete and Emma have gone quiet in the bedroom, probably catching their own breath after that performance.

I get back at it, spit another glob onto my cock, watching it slide down the shaft, pooling at the base where my fingers still grip tight. It's slick and warm, glistening in the morning light filtering through the window blinds. I spread it around, coating myself, making everything nice and wet.

When I start stroking again, it's slow, deliberate, not rushing toward the finish line. My mind wanders, cookin’ up scenes filthier than any porno I've ever seen. I imagine Pete behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass, slowly pushing in. That deep, stretching pressure, the burn that gives way to pleasure. And at the same time, I'm buried balls-deep in Emm's tight, wet cunt, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper.

The fantasy is so vivid I can almost feel it—Pete's hot breath on the back of my neck, his hands gripping my hips, nails diggin’ in, as he rams his big, fat cock into me. Each time he pushes forward, it drives me deeper into Emma. She'd be moanin’, begging for more, her pussy clenching around my cock with each thrust.

"Fuck," I mutter, my hand picking up speed again. The image in my head is so clear—the three of us connected, a chain of pleasure, Pete's cock stretching me open while I'm buried inside her slick, cuddling cunt.

I can almost hear the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, feel the sweat dripping down my back, taste Emma's mouth on mine as Pete pounds into me from behind. It would be so fucking intense, being filled and filling at the same time.

The pressure builds again, that familiar tightening that signals the point of no return. I slow down, squeeze harder at the base, denying myself that release. My dick’s an angry red now, veins swollen, shiny wet with spit, straining against my grip, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Fuckin’ gorgeous!

This edge, this razor-thin line between pleasure and release, is intoxicating. I ride it, dancing right up to the abyss before pulling back, over and over. My whole body is tense, coiled like a spring waiting to unload.

Another glob of spit lands on my cock, mixing with the pre-cum already there. I spread it around, making myself even slicker, readying for another slow swim toward that line.

Eyes closed, I lose myself in the fantasy again; the weight of Pete behind me, the tight heat of Emma surroundin’ me, the three of us moving together in perfect rhythm, the sounds, the smells, feeling the sweaty flesh rubbing mine. All of it!

I never thought this morning would go like this. Waking up naked on their couch, after what we did last night, I figured there'd be some awkwardness, some morning-after guilt or shyness. But here I am, legs spread wide, cock in hand, jerking off to the sounds of them fuckin’ and fantasizing about doing it all again.

There's no guilt, no hesitation, no shame. Just this raw, primal need burning through me, hotter than anything I've ever felt. Last night wasn't a one-time thing, a drunk mistake to be forgotten or regretted. It was just the beginning, the opening act to whatever new, insane, amazing thing this is gonna’ become. And fuck if that doesn't make my cock harder than it's ever been.

I'm not just into Emma; I'm into them, into this, into the whole crazy mess of it. My sexual appetite's gone off the effin’ chain. If this morning is anything like last night, I'm not gonna last long.

I hocked another loogie in my hand, leaned back, got comfortable, and started stroking my cock slow, that warm spit feeling like I was sliding in and out of Emma's sopping-wet, cum filled cunt. It's a different kind of hot than what I'm used to. I've fucked a few chicks, but never like this. Goddamn, her pussy felt so fuckin’ good—tight, warm, and wet! And damn, bangin' her right in front of Pete? Shit, that took it to a whole other level.

When I was bangin’ her, he was right there watchin’ it, and I saw how much he was getting off on it. His eyes locked on us, his hard cock, throbbing, dripping, as she rode me. The more I think about it, the crazier I get, stroking my shaft as my mind plays a highlight reel of last night. Every scene was hotter than the next, and I want to relive every single one.

Once the fucking got real, we were tangled in each other, a mass of limbs and mouths and sweat. I'd never done it with a couple before, and I couldn't believe how intense everything felt. Maybe it was knowing I was the first guy Emma ever fucked besides Pete. Maybe it was knowing that he wanted it as much as she did. Maybe it was because they let me do whatever I wanted and didn't hold back. They were beside me, each of us touching the other, getting off on the moans and the gasps and the sheer filth of it all.

It was like nothing else I've ever done, and knowing it wasn't a one-off makes my head spin. Not having to sneak off afterward, feeling like I could do it all over again, whenever, wherever. Man, that's fucking liberating. And with them? Fuck!—it’s a sexual free-for-all I never imagined I'd have.

They’re cool with whatever, I can tell, and that makes me want it more. Yeah, once things heated up, we went from one thing to the next—fucking, eating pussy, sucking cock, eating cum. They were hungry for it. Hungry for me. Fuck, we were hungry for each other!

At the end of the night, I was a wreck, sure I'd wake up this mornin’ to them saying they were too drunk or not thinking straight. But the two of ‘em started right back up this morning, loud and rowdy like they wanted me to hear. So in my head I'm thinking, "That's good, because if things were fucked up, they'd be quiet as hell. Right?”

Knowing they’re into anything and knowing they’re into me is fucking crazy. And feeling it’ll happen again is way better than any of my fantasies—I can’t remember ever bein’ this turned on! Ever!

Man, I was sprawled out, enjoyin’ myself, when Emm’s voice, an ear-piercin' "wh-wha—at," came crashin’ in. Like BAM! And I jumped! I was so lost in my pervy head that I had totally lost track a’ shit. I'm not even sure how long I've been sitting here, cock in my hand, eyes squeezed shut, imagining all the ways we're gonna fuck. All I know is that I've been edgin’ for what seems like hours, my body so tight I could explode any second.

Jesus, I'm so out of it I didn't even hear her. Did she call my name? Did she try to get my attention? One minute I'm a million miles away, the next—holy shit! Emm!