Sunlight sliced through Lucy’s blinds, a rude jolt that yanked me awake, my body tangled in her bed's silk sheets—her silk robe half-off, her soft snores buzzing beside me. My thong hung crooked, sticky from last night—her tongue diving into me, that dildo splitting me open, our moans drowning the dark. I smirked, easing free, bare feet slapping the cool floor as I stretched, a sweet ache pulsing low. Coffee was my lifeline, and I shuffled downstairs, her scent still thick on my skin, the house quiet except for the creak of my steps.
I scooped grounds into the machine, the hiss kicking in as I leaned on the counter, steam curling up when I poured a mug—black, bitter, perfect. Last night replayed in sharp flashes—her lips on mine, that toy plunging deep, me soaking her chin as I came. I grinned, sipping slow, the burn waking me fully. Footsteps thudded down the stairs—Lucy, silk robe flapping loose, her hair a wild tangle, eyes glinting despite the sleep in them.
“Morning, you fiend,” she rasped, snagging a mug and sliding onto a stool across from me.
I poured for her, smirking as she cradled it. “Some night, huh?
Your tongue’s still a weapon—had me shaking ‘til I couldn’t see straight.” She chuckled, sipping, her robe slipping to flash a tan thigh.
“You weren’t exactly tame—shoving that dildo in me like you owned the place. I’m still feeling it.”
“Been too long since we tore it up like that—wine, your mouth, me screaming. Worth every mile I flew.” She grinned, eyes sparking, and I nudged her foot with mine. “Afternoon plans, though—shopping, right? Need something hot for tonight’s main event.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, setting her mug down with a clink. “Hit the boutique downtown—grab some lace, maybe a dress that’ll drop his jaw at seven. You?”
“Same,” I purred, sipping deep. “Something red, tight—give him no choice but to stare. After last night, we’re primed to blow his mind.” She laughed, and I felt that buzz—us, synced up, ready to roll.
We rolled back in mid-afternoon, bags swinging from our arms, the boutique’s haul spilling promise—lace, silk, and a couple of jaw-droppers for tonight. Lucy dumped her stuff on the counter, smirking as I kicked mine beside it. “Dinner first,” she said, pulling out pasta and sauce, and I grabbed a knife, slicing peppers with a flick, the kitchen filling with that sharp tang.
“He’s getting fed before we feast,” I teased, tossing her a grin as she stirred, steam rising between us. We plated it quick—pasta, salad, a bottle of red breathing on the side—then headed upstairs, steps creaking under our giddy rush.
In her bathroom, steam clouded the mirror as we piled into the shower, water slicking our skin, laughter bouncing off the tiles. I scrubbed last night’s heat off me—her tongue, my cum—while she rinsed, her tan curves glinting wet. “Clean slate for him,” I said, flicking suds at her, and she swatted back, grinning. Out and toweling off, we raided our bags upstairs. She picked a black dress—snug, safe, with matching panties and bra—while I went for a short red number, nothing underneath, flashing thigh with a twirl. “He’s getting the full show,” I said, and we laughed, heading down to wait, the clock ticking closer to seven, our heat already simmering.
Seven sharp, his truck rolled up. I stood, my red dress teasing the air, as Lucy let him in—all shoulders and that quiet heat I’d pictured.
“Hey, Lucy,” he said, then nodded at me. “This must be the famous Tina.”
“Famous, huh?” I sauntered over, hip cocked. “Come on in, Alex—dinner’s hot, and so are we.”
We sat tight at the table, pasta steaming, salad dripping. I twirled a forkful slow, eyes on him. “So, Alex, Lucy’s been bragging about your… skills. Two years mowing her lawn—bet you’ve got strong hands.”
He grinned, flushing. “I get by. Lucy’s yard keeps me on my toes—lots of… tricky spots.”
Lucy’s knee brushed his, her voice low. “He’s good at finding them. Yesterday, he tackled that fence post—until he tripped.”
I laughed, nudging her foot. “Heard about that tumble. Did she kiss it better too?”
“Something like that,” he said, swallowing hard. “She’s got a way of… fixing things.”
“Fixing, teasing—same difference,” I said, licking sauce off my lip. “I’m more direct. You’ll see—I don’t mess around.”
Lucy smirked, sipping wine. “Tina’s not kidding. She’s been dying to meet you—said you looked good enough to taste.”
“Still do,” I hummed, leaning back, my dress slipping to hint at nothing beneath. “Pasta’s decent, but you’re the real meal.”
He coughed, grinning. “You two don’t hold back, do you?”
“Why would we?” Lucy said, her hand on his arm. “Thought you’d be used to a little heat by now.”
“Guess I’m still learning how hot it can get,” he replied, voice dropping, and I felt the air thicken as my foot grazed Lucy’s calf, daring her on.
Dinner simmered down, and I made my move—tipped my wine with an “oops,” splashing it across the table, some hitting Alex’s lap. He laughed, startled, as the red soaked his jeans. “Shit, my bad,” I said, grinning, not sorry at all. “Lucy, grab a towel—let’s save him.”
She tossed me one, smirking. “You’re a disaster,” she said, but she knew my game. I knelt in front of him, dabbing his lap, my hands lingering, feeling him tense under the damp fabric. Then I ditched the towel and slid under the table, my fingers quick on his belt, the zipper rasping open as I tugged his jeans down just enough.
“Tina—” he started, but it choked off as I freed him, hard and ready. Lucy stepped behind him—I caught her shadow—her hands on his shoulders as I leaned in. “Gonna taste you now, just like I said,” I murmured, flicking my tongue across the tip, catching that salty bead of precum. He jerked, groaning, and I felt her knead him, watching me.
I wrapped my lips around the head, soft and wet, sucking light as my tongue swirled tight circles, tracing every edge like I was mapping him out. My cheeks hollowed as I took him deeper, slow and deliberate, spit slicking him as I bobbed, my throat stretching when I hit the back, nose brushing his hair before pulling off with a wet pop. Lucy’s hands pressed harder—I saw her nails dig in—and I grinned up at her, then dove back, faster, my hand pumping the base, twisting on the upstroke, tongue dragging that pulsing vein.
He muttered a “fuck,” head tipping back, and Lucy whispered something—probably how good I was—her chest pressed against him as I hummed low, the vibration rippling through his cock, making him twitch in my mouth. My free hand cupped his balls, warm and tight, rolling them firm between my fingers, my nails grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a shudder up his spine. I could feel him teetering, his grip on the chair tightening, and I pulled back slow, sucking hard on the tip, my tongue flicking relentless against the slit—quick, sharp darts that had his breath hitching fast. “Tina—I’m—” he choked out, his voice breaking, and I sank deep, my throat clamping tight around him as he came, pulsing hot and thick into me.
The first spurt hit the back of my throat, salty and raw, a flood of heat that coated my tongue as he throbbed, each pulse spilling more. I swallowed greedy, eyes locked on Lucy’s, her hands digging into his shoulders as I milked him slow, savoring the way he filled my mouth—slick, heavy, a taste that was all him, musky and sharp from his day’s work. My own heat surged, building fast as he kept cumming, and I couldn’t hold it—my thighs clenched under the table, a sharp jolt tearing through me as I came hard, my orgasm crashing in sync with his, a wet rush soaking me as I moaned around him, the sound muffled by his shaft. Every twitch of him pushed me deeper into it, my body shaking as I drank him down, not letting a drop slip.
I kept him there, lips sealed tight, tongue coaxing out the last shudders until he was spent, his groans fading to ragged breaths. I pulled off slow, licking my lips clean with a satisfied hum, the aftertaste lingering as I crawled out from under the table, my red dress a crumpled mess, hair wild around my face. I looked up at Alex, slumped in the chair, his eyes half-lidded, then at Lucy, her smirk mirroring mine, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Jesus, Alex,” I said, my voice thick and rough, “swallowing that load was unreal—I loved it. The taste, so salty and thick, just pouring down my throat, the feel of you pulsing like that… It’s power, you know? Taking all of you like that, controlling it—it’s fucking addictive.” I turned to Lucy, grinning wide, my breath still uneven. “And I came right when he did—right as he hit my throat, I lost it. Felt it rip through me, Lucy, like I was cumming with him.”
“Worth the wait,” I added, sprawling back on my heels for a second before standing, still buzzing from the high, my dress clinging where I’d soaked through. Lucy’s hands lingered on his shoulders, her eyes flicking between us, and I knew she felt it too—the charge I’d been building since those first phone calls.
“You two…” he started, dazed, zipping up with a grin as Lucy stepped back.
“Save it,” she said huskily. “Let’s hit the living room—movie night’s next.”
The sectional sofa hugged the dim corners of the living room, its cushions sinking under their weight as the movie’s steamy soundtrack pulsed through the air—an hour in, and the screen was a blur of bare skin and breathy gasps, amplifying the heat they’d carried in from the kitchen. Lucy perched at one end, her black dress clinging to her curves, legs crossed just enough to tease the edge of her lace panties, her fingers idly tracing patterns through Tina’s hair. Tina lay sprawled across the couch, head resting in Lucy’s lap, her red dress bunched up high on her thighs, deliberately careless. Her legs stretched toward Alex, one knee bent slightly, toes grazing the cushion near his thigh, the faint glow from the TV catching the bare expanse where underwear should’ve been—a subtle, taunting reveal that flickered in and out of shadow.
Alex sat rigid at the far end, his broad frame tense against the backrest, one hand gripping the armrest like it was an anchor. His eyes flicked between the movie’s writhing bodies and Tina’s calculated sprawl, her lack of panties no longer a guess but a quiet dare, the dim light giving him just enough to spark his pulse. The hour had dragged the room into a slow burn—wine glasses empty on the coffee table, the air thick with unspoken bets—and Tina played it up, stretching with a soft moan, her dress slipping higher as she arched her back, tossing Alex a sly glance. Lucy’s fingers paused in her hair, a knowing squeeze, and Tina felt the current crackle between them, both watching Alex’s restraint fray, waiting for the moment he’d crack under the weight of their game.
Tina let out a dramatic huff, the movie’s endless steam failing to hold her restless edge, and rolled over in one fluid twist, her head still cradled in Lucy’s lap. Now facing up, her wild hair fanned across Lucy’s thighs, she locked eyes with her friend, a devilish glint sparking in the dim light. “This flick’s putting me to sleep,” she murmured, voice low and sultry, her hands already wandering. Her fingers trailed up Lucy’s legs, brushing the hem of her black dress, then slipped beneath it, nudging the fabric aside to find the lace of her panties. She didn’t ask—just tugged them down an inch, her touch bold and sure, and Lucy’s breath hitched, her thighs parting slightly as Tina’s fingers found her, warm and already slick. From the corner of his eye, Alex shifted, his posture stiffening, but he didn’t turn—yet.
Tina’s fingers moved with purpose, sliding along Lucy’s folds, teasing the wet heat before dipping inside, one finger at first, then two, curling slow and deep. She worked them in a steady rhythm, her thumb circling Lucy’s clit with a firm, relentless press, drawing a soft whimper that cut through the movie’s drone. Lucy’s hands gripped the sofa, nails digging into the fabric as Tina pumped faster, her knuckles slick with Lucy’s arousal, the faint, wet sound mingling with the TV’s moans. Alex’s head tilted now, his gaze flickering over, caught by the sight—Tina’s hand buried under Lucy’s dress, Lucy’s hips rocking subtly, her chest rising with shallow breaths.
Tina grinned up at her, then pushed deeper, twisting her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made Lucy’s back arch, her moan breaking free as her orgasm hit—sharp and shuddering, her thighs clamping around Tina’s hand, pulsing wet and hot as she rode it out, eyes half-shut, lips parted in a silent cry. Tina kept going, coaxing every last tremble, her own breath quickening as she watched Lucy unravel, knowing Alex’s eyes were burning into them both.
Lucy’s shudders eased, her body softening in the afterglow, but the heat in her eyes hadn’t dimmed. With a slow, deliberate shift, she slid down from her perch, stretching out behind Tina on the sectional sofa, her black dress riding up as she settled onto her side. Her legs parted just enough, an invitation carved in the dim light, her chest still heaving from the first rush. Tina didn’t hesitate—she twisted around, propping herself on her elbows, and reached for Lucy’s lace panties, hooking her fingers under the waistband. She yanked them down in one smooth pull, the fabric whispering against Lucy’s skin before Tina tossed them to the floor with a flick of her wrist, landing somewhere near Alex’s feet. Lucy’s thighs fell open wider, her pussy glistening in the faint TV glow, pink and swollen, begging for more.
Tina dove in, her hands gripping Lucy’s hips as she buried her face between her legs, tongue plunging deep without preamble. She licked a slow, firm stripe up Lucy’s slit, tasting the sharp, tangy heat of her arousal, then flicked her tongue against her clit, fast and relentless, teasing it into a tight bud.
Lucy gasped, her hands tangling in Tina’s dress, pulling her closer as Tina’s lips sealed around her, sucking hard, her tongue swirling in tight, wet circles. The sofa creaked under Lucy’s squirming, her hips bucking as Tina’s mouth worked her—lips smacking softly, tongue dipping inside to lap at her core, then dragging back to lash her clit again. Tina’s hands slid under Lucy’s ass, lifting her higher, giving her better access as she devoured her, spit and slick mixing, her chin dripping as Lucy’s moans climbed. It didn’t take long—Lucy’s thighs quaked, clamping around Tina’s head as she came again, a sharp cry tearing from her throat, her pussy pulsing against Tina’s tongue, flooding her mouth with a fresh wave of heat that Tina drank down, licking her clean through every shudder.
Lucy’s second orgasm faded, her body sinking into the sectional’s cushions, but her eyes flicked up, catching Alex in the dim flicker of the TV. There he was, jeans shoved down just enough, his cock out and thick in his hand, stroking himself slow and steady, his gaze locked on them with a hunger that hadn’t wavered since Tina’s first move. Lucy’s lips curled into a sly, knowing smile, her breath still ragged, and she reached for Tina’s red dress, bunched around her hips. With a quick tug, she yanked it higher, peeling it up over Tina’s waist to expose her bare ass and pussy—glistening and open, framed by the curve of her thighs, a blatant offer laid out for Alex’s eyes. He faltered mid-stroke, his grip tightening, but Lucy didn’t stop there—she hooked her arms around Tina’s waist and pulled, rolling her smoothly into a 69, Tina’s hips now hovering over her face, her own head dipping back toward Lucy’s still-throbbing core.
Tina, caught up in the shift, didn’t clock Alex—she was too busy settling into the new angle, her thighs straddling Lucy’s shoulders, her breath hot against Lucy’s pussy as she leaned in to taste her again. But Lucy had other plans. She gripped Tina’s hips, pulling her down, and buried her tongue into Tina’s dripping slit, licking deep and hard, tasting the salty-sweet flood of her arousal. Her lips sucked at Tina’s folds, tongue plunging inside then dragging up to circle her clit with tight, relentless flicks, wet and sloppy, her chin slick as she worked. Tina moaned loud, her hips grinding down instinctively, oblivious to Alex’s quickening strokes, his eyes fixed on her exposed ass swaying above Lucy’s face.
Lucy’s hands kneaded Tina’s cheeks, spreading her wider as she devoured her, tongue thrusting deep then lashing her clit again—fast, unyielding—until Tina’s moans turned sharp, her body tensing. She came hard, a sudden gush squirting into Lucy’s mouth, hot and messy, spilling over her lips as Lucy drank it down, swallowing the rush while Tina trembled above her, lost in the wave, unaware of Alex’s ragged breathing as he watched, his own edge creeping closer.
Alex had shed his pants sometime during the chaos, his jeans kicked to the floor, and now he stood at full mast, his cock rigid and pulsing as he watched Tina squirt into Lucy’s eager mouth. The sight snapped his restraint—he stepped forward, closing the distance, his hands steady as he positioned himself behind Tina’s raised hips. Her ass swayed in the 69, still trembling from her climax, and he gripped her thighs, lining the swollen head of his cock up with her dripping pussy. He dragged it along her slit, teasing the slick, swollen folds, coating himself in her juices before he thrust in—hard and deep in one smooth stroke, filling her completely. Tina gasped into Lucy’s pussy, her moan muffled as Alex started fucking her, his hips slamming against her ass with a steady, relentless rhythm, while Lucy’s tongue flicked out, lapping at Tina’s clit, tasting her and Alex together in a messy, wet tandem.
Tina kept her mouth buried in Lucy, tongue swirling deep, sucking at her clit as Lucy’s hips bucked beneath her, the overstimulation pushing Lucy fast toward the edge. Lucy came first, her cry sharp and broken, her pussy clenching around nothing as she shuddered under Tina’s relentless licking, her hands gripping Tina’s thighs tighter as she rode it out. Tina followed, her body seizing as Alex’s thrusts and Lucy’s tongue overwhelmed her—her pussy spasmed around his cock, a second squirt splashing Lucy’s chin as she screamed into Lucy’s folds, the orgasm ripping through her like a shockwave. Alex grunted, his pace faltering as her tightness gripped him, and with a final, deep thrust, he came hard, spilling thick and hot inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy. He pulled out slow, a dribble of cum leaking from her, and Lucy didn’t miss a beat—her tongue darted up, licking Tina clean, lapping at the mix of Alex’s load and Tina’s slickness, her lips smacking softly as she savored every drop, leaving Tina glistening and spent above her.
The night had wrung them dry, their bodies spent and heavy from the frenzy of dinner, wine, and unrelenting desire that had burned through every boundary. Alex slumped at one end of the sectional, his jeans crumpled on the floor, chest rising slow as exhaustion claimed him, his arm flung loosely over Tina’s bare hip. Tina sprawled across the cushions, her red dress a twisted heap somewhere in the shadows, legs tangled with Lucy’s, her blonde hair splayed wild and damp against the fabric. Lucy curled into the curve of Tina’s side, her black dress peeled away hours ago, skin flushed and warm, one hand resting on Alex’s thigh as her breaths softened into shallow snores. The TV’s faint glow flickered over their naked forms, casting soft shadows across the mess of limbs and cushions, the air thick with the musky aftermath of their shared heat, lulling them into a deep, dreamless haze.
They lay there, a chaotic knot of bare skin and quiet sighs, the sofa groaning faintly under their weight as they sank deeper into its embrace. Tina’s ankle hooked over Alex’s calf, her fingers twitching in sleep against Lucy’s stomach, while Lucy’s cheek pressed into Tina’s shoulder, her lips parted, breath warm and steady. Alex shifted slightly, his hand sliding to rest on Lucy’s arm, their bodies interwoven without thought, each curve and angle fitting into the other like pieces of a reckless puzzle. The room hummed with the stillness of their surrender, wine glasses forgotten on the table, the movie’s drone fading to white noise as morning’s light lingered just beyond the blinds, too distant to disturb the sated sprawl that held them fast until dawn.
Sunrise crept through the blinds, a soft gold slicing the dim living room, and Tina stirred first, her eyes fluttering against the light. She untangled herself gently, bare skin peeling from Lucy’s warmth, her thong long lost as she padded silently to the kitchen, a sweet ache lingering low from last night’s chaos. The coffee machine hissed to life, grounds scooped with a quiet clink, and soon the rich, bitter scent curled through the air, steam rising as she poured a mug—black, sharp, grounding. Leaning on the counter, she sipped slow, smirking at the memory of Alex’s groans, her throat still tingling from his taste, her gaze drifting back to him, sprawled naked and oblivious on the sofa, Lucy’s leg still slung over his.
The coffee’s aroma tugged Lucy awake, her nose twitching as she blinked into the morning, stretching against the cushions with a soft groan. She spotted Tina and shuffled over, snagging a mug, her loose tee—grabbed from the floor—barely covering her thighs. “Morning, trouble,” she rasped, pouring coffee as she slid onto a stool, eyes flicking to Alex’s sleeping form.
“God, last night—Tina, you were a fucking menace under that table, sucking him dry while I watched him unravel. And then us… you had me screaming.”
Tina grinned, mug warm in her hands. “He was good, wasn’t he? That cock pulsing in my mouth, filling me up—shit, Lucy, I came just from tasting him. You saw how he fucked me later, though—relentless, didn’t hold back.” Lucy nodded, sipping deep, her smirk sharp.
“Yeah, kid’s got stamina. Kept up with us, even after you drained him. Look at him now—out cold, like we broke him.” They laughed softly, coffee steaming between them, their eyes lingering on Alex’s sprawled frame, already scheming the next round as dawn spilled brighter across his skin.
Tina set her mug down, a glint in her eye, and hopped off the stool. “Let’s feed him before we plan round two,” she said, raiding the fridge for bagels and cream cheese. Lucy joined her, grabbing a knife to slice a tomato, their movements quick and practiced as they toasted plain bagels, the kitchen filling with a warm, bready scent. Plate in hand, Tina sauntered back to the sofa, nudging Alex’s bare shoulder.
“Wake up, lawn candy,” she teased, her voice playful but firm. “Breakfast’s calling.”
Alex stirred, groaning, his eyes heavy as he sat up, rubbing his face. Lucy handed him a bagel slathered with cream cheese, her tee slipping to flash a thigh as she plopped beside him, coffee mug still steaming.
They sprawled around the coffee table, legs crossed on the floor, bagels crunching as they sipped their coffee, the morning light catching the crumbs on their plates. Tina licked a smear of cream cheese off her finger, eyeing Alex’s tired slump.
“So, Alex, you wiped out from last night or what? You fucked like a champ—had me screaming on that couch, and Lucy’s still recovering.” Lucy smirked, biting into her bagel.
“He’s right—you didn’t hold back. But we’re not done with you. Wanna join us tonight? There’s this upscale place downtown—fancy, dark corners, great steaks, and killer drinks. Plus, dessert afterward, if you catch my drift.” Tina leaned closer, her grin wicked. “We’re talking 6 p.m. sharp, stud. We’ll swing by your place, pick you up. You in?”
Alex exhaled, bagel paused mid-bite, his face flushed but a spark flickering in his eyes.
“I’m beat,” he admitted, voice gravelly, “but yeah, I’m down. 6 p.m.—I’ll be waiting.” Tina winked at Lucy, who raised her mug in a mock toast.
“That’s our boy,” Lucy said, standing. “Now finish up and get moving—we’ve got shit to do.” The girls gathered their mugs and headed upstairs, giggles echoing as they ducked into the shower, water hissing behind them, while Alex tugged on his jeans, grabbed his keys, and hit the road, his truck’s rumble fading as he rolled home, already bracing for what the night would bring.
