My phone buzzed, snapping me out of the haze of reflection. For the last several minutes I’d been staring out at the rain-slicked street, replaying the last three months and the breakup that wasn’t really mutual, the quiet ache I’d been burying under long hours at my office job and weekend Uber shifts. Work had become my shield. Dating? Not even on the radar. But the gym had helped; the tall frame and broad shoulders I was born with now carried real definition, lean muscle that made me feel solid again.

The app showed a pickup just five minutes away. I pulled out into the late-summer night. The temperature still hovered in the high 30s, thick humidity pressing against the windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance, low and ominous, while sudden gusts rocked the SUV. The first fat drops hit the windshield as I headed out to the pickup location.

I reached the venue, a short drive away from where I was parked. A spot popular for end-of-summer corporate parties. Cars idled in a line, drivers like me waiting for the closing-time rush. People spilled out in waves: laughing, swaying, arguing with their phones. I scanned the milling people for my rider.

A tall blonde woman stepped forward, waving confidently. Slim, elegant posture, long wavy blonde curls already damp from the drizzle. She wore a short black halter-neck cocktail dress that clung in all the right places, the hem high on her thighs. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover—clear skin, composed expression, feminine in a way that felt effortless.

Behind her came two others. One was short with an athletic build and a dark bob haircut, moving with purpose as she supported the third woman, who was clearly very drunk. The short one wore a red strapless dress, short with a high split that flashed strong, toned thighs every time she stepped. The drunk brunette was in a white dress, low-cut and cut short above her knees, her generous cleavage bouncing with each unsteady stride.

Before any of them could reach the car, the sky split open. Torrential rain hammered down in solid sheets. They ran, shrieking, but were soaked through in seconds.

The blonde slid into the front seat beside me. The other two tumbled into the back, the girl in white falling onto her side laugh hysterically.

The rain had turned their dresses into wet paint. The blonde’s black halter dress stuck tight against her body, outlining perfect, perky breasts and a flat, tight stomach. Her wet curls framed her face; mascara had run just enough to make her eyes look smoky and inviting. Water traced rivulets down her neck and disappeared into deep cleavage.

In the back, the athletic-looking girl’s red dress had gone almost sheer across her small, beautifully shaped breasts, nipples peaking against the fabric. The high split gaped open, revealing shapely legs glistening with rain. The brunette was the most dramatic. Her white dress had become completely see-through, moulding itself to her full, large breasts that strained against what looked like a push-up bra. The dress clung against wide hips and a shapely ass, riding up to expose soft, smooth thighs.

I glanced in the rear-view at the brunette, whose head lolled against the seat. “I’m not sure about this,” I said evenly. “She looks pretty far gone. I don’t want anyone getting sick in the car.”

The blonde turned toward me, leaning in slightly so the wet fabric pulled tighter across her chest. “Please,” she said, voice low and smooth. “We’re really close. I promise we’ll keep her under control.” She shifted, one hand resting lightly on my forearm. There was a quiet confidence in her tone, almost amused, like she already knew I’d say yes.

I exhaled. “Alright. But if there’s trouble—”

“There won’t be.” She smiled, knowing, and settled back.

The drive took longer than it should have, thanks to flooded streets and traffic. When we reached their apartment complex, the lot was packed, so I had to park almost a block away. At least the rain had eased to a steady drizzle.

The athletic woman sighed when she saw how far the walk was. “We’re going to need help with her.”

The blonde looked at me again. “Just to the door? We’d really appreciate it.”

I got out, opened the back door, and slid an arm around the intoxicated brunette’s waist to steady her. My hand ended up just under the swell of her breast; the angle let me see straight down the front of her white dress and her full, pale cleavage. The push-up bra was doing its job perfectly, showing off her impressive tits as she leaned heavily into me, body soft and warm despite the chill.

As we walked, the blonde on one side, the athletic one on the other, the brunette started flirting, slurring, but bubbly. “You’re tall,” she giggled loudly, patting my chest. “Bet you could carry me if you wanted. Or… pin me somewhere.” Another laugh, her breasts bouncing against my arm. “Don’t drop me, okay? Unless it’s onto something fun.” She didn’t care who heard as her voice carried in the quiet street.

Halfway there, the sky opened again. Rain pounded us, soaking everything a second time. By the time we reached the apartment door, we were drenched through.

Once we were inside the apartment, dripping and laughing from the ridiculousness of the storm, the tall blonde closed the door behind us and turned with that same composed smile. “You can’t leave like that. Stay and dry off. We’ve got wine if you like.”

“I’m Bec,” she said, extending a slender hand. “Thank you again for getting us home in one piece.”

The athletic one with the dark bob wiped rain from her face and gave a quick nod. “Sarah. And this—” she gestured to the brunette who was already kicking off her heels “is Mia.”

Mia waved dramatically, nearly losing her balance. “Hi, handsome driver! You’re officially our hero tonight.” She giggled at her own introduction, loud and unfiltered.

Bec handed out towels while Sarah steered Mia toward the kitchen with a muttered, “Let’s get you some water before you fall over.” Mia stumbled off, already tugging at her dress as she went.

That left me and Bec in the living room. She poured wine, sat close enough that our knees touched, and we chatted lightly, a hint of dry amusement in her tone as she commented on the weather turning the night into a disaster movie.

Mia, suddenly slurring dramatically, announced, “Thirst emergency! If I don’t get water, I’m gonna mummify right here. Hold my dignity cause I’m going in!”

She lurched toward the kitchen, one hand on the wall, the other attacking her bra straps. She undid her bra, slid the straps down her arms, and yanked the bra from her dress.

As it came free, her heavy breasts dropped and bounced. The soaked dress clung transparently, clearly showing nipples and areolas, breasts rocking gently with each step, neckline gaping wider.

Mia held the crumpled bra high like a trophy. “Ladies and gentlemen, the girls are officially off duty!” she crowed, then spun and chucked it straight at Sarah, slapping her in the chest, sticking briefly before dropping to her feet.

Sarah stared in shock. “Mia, for fuck’s sake!”

Mia cackled. “Bullseye! You’re welcome, babe!”

Sarah stormed over, exasperated. “Seriously? He's right there!” She grabbed Mia’s dress hem and yanked down, trying to cover the bare ass and thighs.

Mia planted both hands on Sarah’s firm ass with a loud smack, then squeezed hard. “Relax, babe. This ass deserves applause.” Another quick spank. “You love it when I get handsy.”

Sarah yelped, face flushing, but she didn’t pull away instantly. “Mia, stop. He’s watching.”

Mia grinned, still groping. “He’s not complaining. Neither are you.” She finally released Sarah, leaned over the counter filling a glass.

Mia took a final swig of water, set the glass down, then hooked her thumbs into the sheer thong under her hem.

“Round two, darlings—can’t let soggy panties cramp my style. Health code violation incoming!”

She gave a quick hop, making her breasts bounce under the clinging dress, peeling the thong down her thighs.

She flung the damp lace straight at Sarah. It slapped wetly against her face and dropped.

Mia grinned. “Special delivery! Sniff test optional, but if you do, rate it one to ten—I accept constructive criticism.”

Sarah was getting furious. “Unbelievable. You really just launched your thong at my head like it’s a mating call. Do you practice being this shameless, or what?”

Mia laughed loudly and bubbly, completely shameless, and then did a quick, provocative little shimmy: hips rolling, shoulders swaying, breasts jiggling freely under the transparent dress. She strutted back toward the living room like she owned the runway, then flopped onto the couch directly across from Bec and me.

She landed with a dramatic sigh, knees together at first, the short wet dress riding high on her thighs but not yet exposing everything. Then, slowly, deliberately, she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs—right over left—in one smooth, lingering motion. The movement parted her thighs just enough for a teasing flash of her smooth, neatly groomed pussy before it vanished again behind the crossed legs, exactly like Sharon Stone’s infamous scene in Basic Instinct. She held my gaze the entire time, a wicked little smile playing on her lips.

Sarah groaned, stomping after her. “You’re impossible.”

I laughed outright at the whole exchange.

Mia winked at Sarah, then glanced back at me with mock innocence. “Told you—he’s team chaos now.”

Sarah, arms crossed and still fuming from the thong incident, stepped around behind the couch where Mia had just flopped down. She loomed over Mia’s seated form, looking down with a mix of exasperation and resignation.

“There’s only ever one member on team chaos,” Sarah muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Congratulations—you win the lifetime achievement award for turning every night into a circus.”

Mia tilted her head back, looking straight up at Sarah from her sprawled position on the couch. Her braless breasts shifted under the clinging wet dress as she moved, nipples already stiff and visible through the fabric. A slow, teasing smile spread across her face.

“Why,” Mia asked, voice low and playful, “have you never hit on me, Sarah? You're staring at my tits like they owe you money. Don’t pretend you don’t want them.”

Without waiting for an answer, Mia reached up, hooked her fingers into the deep V-neckline of her dress, and tugged it down in one smooth motion, both large breasts spilling free. She cupped them in her hands, thumbs brushing over the peaks in slow circles, then pinched lightly, rolling them between her fingers with a soft, deliberate moan. All the while, she kept her eyes locked on Sarah’s, daring her.

Sarah’s jaw tightened. Her gaze flicked down to Mia’s exposed breasts, then back up to her face. For a long second, she looked ready to say something cutting. But then her shoulders dropped, the fight visibly draining out of her.

“Fuck it,” she breathed.

Sarah leaned over the back of the couch, hands sliding down to cup Mia’s breasts from above. Her palms filled with the soft, warm weight; she squeezed firmly, thumbs sweeping over the stiff nipples in firm circles. Mia arched slightly into the touch, a pleased hum escaping her lips.

Sarah tilted Mia’s head back further with one hand under her chin, then bent and kissed her hard with no hesitation. It was deep and messy from the start: tongues sliding together, teeth grazing lips, Sarah’s fingers still kneading and rolling Mia’s nipples as the kiss went on. Mia reached up, threading her fingers into Sarah’s short dark bob, pulling her closer, moaning softly into her mouth.

I sat frozen on the opposite couch beside Bec, pulse hammering in my ears. The sight of Sarah, hands full of Mia’s big tits while they devoured each other’s mouths right in front of us, was electric. My cock twitched hard against my jeans; I couldn’t look away from the way Mia’s tits spilled over Sarah’s fingers, nipples reacting under the rough attention, or the way their kiss turned wetter, more desperate with every second. Heat flooded through me. Part shock, part raw arousal. I shifted slightly, trying to ease the growing pressure in my pants, but the movement only made it worse.

Bec, beside me, let out a quiet, amused breath. “Well,” she murmured, her own hand resting high on my thigh, “that escalated quickly.”

Mia and Sarah broke the kiss with a wet gasp. Mia’s head was still tilted back over the couch, cheeks flushed, while Sarah hovered above her, hands still cupping her exposed breasts.

Mia’s eyes flicked sideways, catching Bec and me staring from the opposite couch. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face.

“Aw, look,” she purred, voice husky from the kiss. “We’ve got an audience. You two enjoying the show, or should we sell tickets?”

Sarah followed Mia’s gaze. Her expression shifted from dazed lust to something sharper, more aware. She straightened slightly but didn’t let go of Mia’s tits.

“Yeah,” Sarah said, voice low and edged with challenge. “Keep staring. Might learn something.”

She released Mia’s breasts, letting them bounce and settle with a soft jiggle and walked around the side of the couch to stand in front of Mia.

Sarah hooked her fingers under the already-slipping neckline of Mia’s soaked white dress and tugged it down Mia’s arms in one firm pull. The fabric peeled away like wet paper, sliding over Mia’s shoulders, past her elbows, and pooling at her waist. Mia lifted her hips helpfully; Sarah yanked the dress the rest of the way off, tossing it aside in a damp heap. Now completely naked, Mia sprawled back against the cushions. Her curvy thighs parted just enough to show her slick, bare pussy. Breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Sarah straightened up slightly, eyes locked on Mia’s flushed face and reached behind her back for the zipper of her red strapless dress. The wet fabric clung stubbornly, but she tugged the zipper down in one firm pull, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

She peeled the dress off her shoulders first, exposing her small, beautifully shaped breasts. The dress slid down her toned torso, over the flare of her wide hips and past shapely thighs. She stepped out of it gracefully, kicking it aside to join Mia’s discarded white heap. Now she stood in just the bright red sheer thong. Translucent enough to show the smooth outline of her mound and the lace-top stockings that hugged her sculpted legs like a second skin. Her firm bubble ass flexed as she shifted her weight, the thong’s thin straps disappearing between the rounded cheeks.

Sarah dropped to her knees between Mia’s legs without a word. She gripped Mia’s thighs, spreading them wider, then leaned in. Her tongue flicked out in slow, deliberate laps along the outer lips before she sealed her mouth over Mia’s clit and sucked hard. Mia’s back arched instantly, a loud, throaty moan ripping from her throat. Sarah’s hands slid up to grip Mia’s hips, holding her in place as she worked: tongue circling fast, then flattening to lap broad strokes, then sucking the swollen bud again with pulsing pulls. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—slurping, Mia’s gasps, the occasional slick smack as Sarah’s mouth moved lower to thrust her tongue inside before returning to the clit.

Mia’s hands flew to Sarah’s short bob, fingers knotting in the dark hair, guiding her rhythm. “Fuck yes, just like that, don’t stop!”

I sat rigid on the opposite couch, heart slamming against my ribs. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my jeans so fiercely it hurt. Every time Sarah’s head bobbed or Mia’s hips bucked, a fresh surge of heat rolled through me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight: Sarah devouring Mia, her full breasts heaving, thighs trembling around Sarah’s face. My mouth went dry; I shifted once, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made me throb harder. Part of me felt like I should look away, but it was politeness, the raw, unfiltered heat of it pinned me in place.

Beside me, Bec’s breathing had changed into shallower, quicker breaths. Her hand, which had been resting high on my thigh, squeezed once, then slid higher until her palm pressed firmly over the thick ridge in my jeans.

She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear, voice low and husky with her own rising arousal.

“God, look at them,” she whispered. “Sarah’s been holding back for so long… and Mia’s just taking it all. Makes me so fucking wet watching this.”

Her fingers curled around the outline of my cock through the denim, stroking slowly in deliberate up and down in time with Sarah’s rhythm between Mia’s legs.

Bec leaned in close. “You’re rock hard,” she murmured, almost amused. “We need to take care of that.”

She leaned in closer, lips brushing my ear. “Fuck, this is hot,” she whispered, voice husky. “Sarah finally letting go… Mia just taking it. I’m so wet.”

Her fingers kept moving in deliberate, unhurried strokes that made me twitch under her touch.

Before I could respond, Bec straightened slightly and tugged at the hem of my shirt. “Off,” she instructed. I lifted my arms as she peeled the damp fabric over my head, tossing it aside. Her hands skimmed my bare chest with palms flat against my pecs.

Bec then reached behind her own neck, untying the halter straps of her black cocktail dress. The fabric loosened instantly. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, letting the top fall away to reveal her sheer blue-and-black bra with delicate lace cups barely containing her perfect breasts, nipples visible through the mesh. She stood briefly, shimmying the dress down her lean, toned frame. She stepped out, now in just the matching sheer thong (blue lace front translucent over her fully shaved mound).

Mia, mid-moan, glanced over with half-lidded eyes, catching the sight of Bec and me shirtless, Bec’s hand working me.

She grinned through a gasp, voice breathy but teasing. “Oh shit, look at you two getting in on the action. Bec, you gonna keep stroking him through his pants all night, or are we going to level up this party?”

"I'm game," Bec said smoothly, her voice low and teasing, eyes flicking from Mia's wicked grin to Sarah's head buried between Mia's thighs. "But if you're calling me out, Mia, let's see you make the real move. What's your play?"

Mia, gasping through another moan as Sarah sucked harder on her clit, lifted her head just enough to flash a breathless, slutty grin. "Challenge accepted," she purred, her curvy body arching under Sarah's tongue. Then her eyes lit up with that forward, adventurous spark. "Sarah hasn't had cock in forever, like, two years, right? Poor thing's been starving. She should get a taste of this one." She nodded toward me, voice turning coaxing. "Come on, babe. Let's get you some real action."

Sarah paused mid-lick, pulling back slightly, her lips shiny with Mia's arousal. Her cheeks flushed deeper, a mix of nervousness and secret craving flashing across her face. Eyes widening, breath hitching as she glanced at me, then at my obvious bulge under Bec's stroking hand. She bit her lip, her abrupt demeanour cracking with hesitation. "Mia, I... it's been a while," she muttered, voice shaky but laced with undeniable hunger, her strong thighs shifting as if her own pussy throbbed at the thought. But she didn't say no. Her bi side, the part that connected more with women but secretly yearned for this, won out. She looked vulnerable, almost shy, but her body was betraying her cautious tendencies.

Mia didn't give her time to overthink. She sat up, pulling Sarah to her feet with a bubbly laugh. "That's the point! Come on, you'll love it." Still naked and glistening, Mia sauntered over to us, tugging Sarah along by the hand. Sarah followed, her tensely.

Mia knelt in front of me first, her tits brushing my knees as she reached for my belt. "Let's get you out of these wet things," she said with a wink. She unbuckled me quickly, then tugged my jeans and boxers down in one go. The chill of the clinging clothes lifted like a weight, replaced by the sudden freedom of my hard cock springing out, throbbing heavily in the open. It felt electric. Months without any touch, any release, and now this rush of exposure. My skin prickled with goose bumps, pulse racing as the pent-up ache from so long without sex surged forward, making me twitch in anticipation.

Mia wrapped a hand around the base, and gave me a firm but teasing slow stroke. Turning to Sarah, who knelt beside her, eyes fixed on my length with a mix of nerves and desire. "See? He's perfect for your comeback tour," Mia encouraged, voice soft but insistent. "Just start slow, lick the head, then take him in. You've got this, babe. I'll help."

Sarah hesitated for a split second, then leaned in. Her warm breath ghosted over me first, sending a shiver up my spine. Mia guided her, feeding the head of my cock past Sarah's lips with gentle pressure. Sarah's mouth enveloped me slowly. Hot, wet, tentative at first, her tongue swirling cautiously around the tip. The sensation hit like lightning: after months of nothing, the velvet heat of her mouth, the subtle suction as she took more, made my hips buck involuntarily. It was almost overwhelming with every slide deeper, feeling like fire, my balls tightening as the built-up frustration melted into pure, aching pleasure.

Mia murmured praises, "That's it, deeper, use your tongue," with her hand on the back of Sarah's head, helping her bob in a steady rhythm, while her other hand stroked the base in sync.

As Sarah found her groove, sucking harder, nervousness fading into eager rhythm. Bec turned to me fully. She cupped my face with one hand, her clear, soft skin brushing mine, and kissed me deeply. Soft at first, then parting to let her tongue slip in mine. The kiss built: slow, sensual swirls that made my head spin, her breath mingling with mine in hot puffs. Her free hand roamed my bare chest with her palms flat against my pecs, fingers tracing the lean muscles, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened under her touch. The sensations layered perfectly, the electric tingle from her nails scraping lightly down my abs, the warmth of her firm breasts pressing against my side through her sheer bra, all while Sarah's mouth worked me below.

Mia, still kneeling beside Sarah with her hand wrapped loosely around the base of my cock to steady her friend’s rhythm, suddenly pulled back just enough to speak. Sarah’s mouth was full—lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed from sucking. Mia leaned in close to her ear.

“Not yet,” Mia whispered, voice husky and commanding. “Don’t let him cum yet, babe. We’re not done with him.”

Sarah made a muffled sound of protest around my length, eyes flicking up in confusion, but Mia was already moving. She released me, stood smoothly behind Sarah, and slid both arms around her waist from behind, pressing her naked, curvy body flush against Sarah’s back. Mia’s tits squished warmly against Sarah’s toned shoulder blades, nipples dragging across skin as she nuzzled into the crook of Sarah’s neck.

“Up,” Mia ordered, hands sliding down Sarah’s sides to grip her hips. She helped Sarah rise slowly, guiding her to her feet while keeping their bodies locked together, Mia’s bare pussy brushing the small of Sarah’s back.

Once Sarah was standing, breathing hard, lips shiny, breasts heaving. Mia’s hands drifted lower. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Sarah’s red sheer thong at the hips, then began to peel it down inch by torturous inch. Mia sank slowly to her knees behind Sarah as she did it, dragging the damp lace over the flare of Sarah’s wide hips, past the firm, rounded globes of her perfect ass. The thong caught briefly on the fullest part of her cheeks before Mia tugged it free; the thin strip of fabric peeled away from Sarah’s slick pussy, revealing her smooth mound and the glistening folds beneath. Mia let the thong slide all the way down Sarah’s stocking-clad thighs, lifting one foot then the other to slip it off completely. She tossed the red scrap aside, then gave Sarah’s bare ass a playful smack—watching the cheek jiggle and redden slightly—before pressing a soft kiss to the dimple at the base of her spine.

Across from us, Bec watched the entire display, her hand still resting on my thigh, fingers twitching with her own building heat. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, a quiet decision forming. Without a word, she stood.

She reached behind her back, unclasping the sheer blue-and-black bra. The delicate lace cups fell away, revealing her firm tits. She let the bra drop to the floor, then hooked her thumbs into the matching thong. She shimmied it down her lean, toned legs—flat stomach flexing, narrow waist, and smooth, fully shaved mound coming into view as the lace peeled away from her skin. The thong joined the growing pile; Bec stepped out gracefully, now completely naked.

Sarah, still catching her breath from the intensity of the moment, glanced around the living room. Clothes scattered, air heavy and humid. Her gaze then looked back at us with a small, almost shy smile breaking through her usual abrupt edge.
“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” she suggested quietly. “More space… and the couch is getting crowded.”

Mia laughed softly, already sliding her hand into Sarah’s. “Good call. Lead the way, babe. You’ve earned the main event.”

Sarah nodded, tugging Mia gently toward the hallway. Bec rose beside me, completely naked now, her skin smooth and flawless, pale with a soft, even glow that caught the low light, clear and unblemished, no tan lines or roughness, just creamy and inviting. Her legs were long and lean, thighs toned from regular movement rather than heavy lifting, slender but subtly defined with faint muscle lines visible when she shifted her weight. Calves curving gracefully into delicate ankles that gave her that poised, athletic elegance.

She offered me her hand, fingers warm against mine. “Come on,” she murmured, voice husky. “We’re not finished.”

The three of them moved ahead: Mia’s curvy hips swaying, tits bouncing with each step; Sarah’s athletic frame striding confidently, firm ass flexing under smooth skin; Bec gliding beside me, her lean body brushing mine, tits grazing my arm.

We spilled into the bedroom in a tangle of limbs and heat, the dim lamp casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. Mia shoved Sarah down onto the mattress first, playful but insistent, then climbed on top—straddling her hips, heavy breasts swaying as she leaned down to kiss Sarah deeply again. Sarah’s hands immediately went to Mia’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh while their tongues slid together in wet, hungry strokes.

Bec guided me to the foot of the bed, her body pressing against my side, feeling her warmth where it touched mine. She kissed my neck once, slow and deliberate, then pushed me gently to sit on the edge while she knelt between my legs.

Across the bed, Mia broke the kiss with Sarah and glanced over at us, grinning wickedly. “Look at them,” she purred to Sarah, grinding her bare pussy slowly against Sarah’s mound. “Bec’s finally getting hands-on.”

Sarah, flushed and breathing hard, followed Mia’s gaze, her eyes lingering on my throbbing cock, then on Bec’s tits brushing my thigh. “Yeah,” she muttered, voice rough. “She’s been teasing him all night.”

Bec didn’t respond with words. She leaned in and took me into her mouth. Slow at first, lips sealing around the head, tongue swirling in lazy circles before she sank deeper. The sensation was intense, hot, wet suction, the slide of her tongue along the ridge of the head of my cock, her hand stroking the base in perfect rhythm. I groaned, fingers threading into her long, wavy blonde curls, hips lifting instinctively.

As Bec’s mouth worked me with slow, deliberate pulls, the pressure built fast, too fast after so long without. My hips jerked involuntarily, breath ragged, and I managed to rasp out through gritted teeth:

“Mia… let Sarah have some cock. She needs it.”

Mia lifted her head from between Sarah’s thighs, lips glossy, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, we’re definitely giving her that,” she said, voice thick with arousal. She patted Sarah’s hip. “Up, babe. Time to ride.”

Sarah crawled forward on the bed, then shifted to straddle Mia’s face—Mia sliding underneath her in one fluid motion so they were locked in a 69. Mia on her back, legs spread wide; Sarah on top, knees bracketing Mia’s head, her firm ass hovering just above Mia’s mouth, pussy already dripping and swollen.

I knelt behind Sarah, gripping the base of my cock. The sight was obscene: Sarah’s toned back arched, presenting her ass to me, her powerful thighs trembling slightly as she lowered herself toward Mia’s waiting tongue. I dragged the head of my cock slowly along her slick folds—teasing her entrance, circling her clit, then sliding back to nudge against her tight asshole, pressing just enough to make her gasp and clench. Sarah whimpered, hips rocking back instinctively, chasing the pressure.

“Please,” she muttered, voice cracking, nervous, hungry and desperate.

I lined up and pushed in—slow at first, letting her feel every thick inch stretch her tight, wet heat. Sarah’s moan was long and broken as I bottomed out, balls pressed to her clit. Beneath her, Mia immediately went to work: tongue flicking fast over Sarah’s swollen clit, lapping at where my cock disappeared inside her, then sucking the sensitive bud with rhythmic pulls.

I gripped Sarah’s hips firmly and started fucking her hard. Deep, rigorous thrusts that slapped skin against skin, driving into her with force that rocked her whole body forward onto Mia’s mouth. Sarah’s arms buckled; she braced on her forearms, ass high, back arched sharply as I pounded into her. Mia’s tongue never stopped. Circling, flicking, sucking her clit in time with my strokes, occasionally dipping lower to lick along my shaft where it plunged in and out.

Bec moved in beside us, kneeling close. Her hands roamed Sarah’s ass with her palms smoothing over the rounded cheeks, then spreading them wider to expose her to me. She kneaded firmly, thumbs tracing the cleft, occasionally dipping a fingertip to circle Sarah’s tight asshole in slow, teasing rings. Sarah’s moans turned frantic. High, broken sounds muffled against Mia’s pussy as she tried to keep licking back.

The combination was brutal: my cock slamming deep, stretching her, Mia’s tongue relentless on her clit, Bec’s hands caressing her cheeks and teasing her asshole. Sarah’s thighs started shaking violently; her whole body tensed like a bowstring.

“Fuck—fuck—” she gasped, voice cracking.

Her orgasm hit like a freight train. She cried out with a sharp, raw moan. Back bowing, ass clenching hard around my cock as her pussy spasmed in violent waves. Her thighs locked, hips grinding back against me and down onto Mia’s mouth at the same time. Moans dissolving into shuddering whimpers, every muscle quivering under my hands and Bec’s touch.

I kept thrusting through it, hard and steady, drawing out every pulse until she collapsed forward, boneless, face buried between Mia’s thighs, still twitching.

Bec leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Sarah’s shoulder. “Good girl,” she murmured, voice low and satisfied.

Sarah could only manage a weak, breathless laugh against Mia’s skin. “Holy… shit.”

I pulled out of Sarah slowly, her pussy clenching around me one last time as I withdrew, a thick strand of her wetness connecting us for a heartbeat before it broke. She collapsed next to Mia with a shaky exhale, thighs trembling, face flushed and dazed.

Mia lifted her head, eyes bright with that insatiable spark. She looked down at me as I rolled onto my back on the bed, cock still rock-hard and glistening with Sarah’s arousal.

“Fuck yes,” she purred, crawling forward. “Look at you, still going strong after all that. My turn to ride that face, handsome. I’ve been patient.”

She swung one leg over my head, straddling my face reverse so her curvy ass hovered above me, breasts swaying as she lowered herself. Her bare pussy settled onto my mouth, hot and slick. I gripped her thighs and licked upward, tongue flat and broad at first, then flicking fast over her swollen clit. Mia moaned loudly, grinding down in slow circles, her hands braced on my chest for leverage.

Bec watched for a moment, then moved with quiet purpose. She climbed over me, straddling my hips, facing Mia. Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she guided the head of my cock to her entrance. She slowly sank down inch by inch, taking me fully in one slow, deliberate motion.

The heat of her was exquisite: tight, wet, walls fluttering as she bottomed out. She let out a soft gasp, then started riding in long, rolling strokes that dragged her clit along my pubic bone on every downstroke. Her hands rested on my stomach for balance, nails digging in lightly as her pace quickened.

Sarah, spent but smiling lazily, propped herself on one elbow beside us. Her small breasts rose and fell with lingering aftershocks; she watched with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand idly tracing circles on her own thigh.

Mia leaned forward, bracing on my chest now, her tits swinging as she ground harder against my tongue. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking rapidly, then thrust my tongue deep inside her while my hands kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading them wider. She started riding my face in earnest in short, frantic bucks that smeared her wetness across my chin and nose.

Bec matched the rhythm below, hips snapping down harder, faster. Her lean thighs flexing with each drop. The bed creaked under us; wet sounds filled the room as my tongue lapped at Mia,

Mia came first. Her thighs clamped around my head, body seizing as she ground down hard—one long, shuddering moan ripping from her throat. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue, flooding my mouth with fresh heat; she trembled through it, nails raking my chest, hips jerking in uneven spasms until she finally slumped forward, gasping.

The sight and feel of Mia’s orgasm, combined with Bec’s tightening grip, pushed Bec over next. She leaned back slightly, hands braced on my thighs, and rode me with short, desperate bounces. “Fuck, cumming!” she gasped, voice breaking for the first time that night. Her walls clenched rhythmically around my cock, milking me in tight waves; a low, keening sound escaped her as she shuddered, head thrown back, blonde curls spilling everywhere.

That was all it took. I gripped Bec’s hips, fingers digging into her smooth skin, and thrust up hard, burying my cock deep inside her as fast as I could. I came with a guttural groan, pulsing inside her in thick, forceful spurts. Each throb felt endless; pleasure spiked as I emptied everything into her clenching heat.

Bec kept rocking gently through it, drawing out every last pulse until I was spent. She collapsed forward onto my chest, breathing ragged. Mia, still straddling my face, leaned down to kiss Bec softly.

Like the storm, ferocious intensity had passed over into peaceful calm. All of us thoroughly spent... For now.