My first threesome in college was my introduction to cheating - Part 3

I got a little carried away writing this one as well (big surprise), so I will end up needing a fourth part to finish the story. The good news is that we’re finally getting to the good stuff, so hopefully the wait was worth it. I’m almost done writing the 4th and actually final part as well.

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I left off part 2 crawling into bed next to Sasha, having just deleted my text thread with Emma. As I lay in bed next to her, the image of Emma in the mirror was seared into my brain, her legs spread, her breasts out, fully nude just for me … I somehow drifted off to sleep despite being incredibly turned on, and at some point in the night started having a very realistic dream.

In the dream, Emma and I were out on a date at a restaurant on the coast, her wearing a black dress that showed off her cleavage. It was one of those euphorically blissful dreams, vivid but still a little hazy. The dream flashed to Emma and I sitting on a blanket at the beach, her straddling me, my hands slipping under her dress and pulling her into me. I remember it feeling so real, especially as she pushed me back, crawled down my body, unbuttoned my pants, and took me in her mouth.

In the dream I was moaning, watching as my mind’s image of Emma bobbed her head up and down, her eyes looking up at mine. The dream started to get more and more hazy, fading to black, but the sensation of Emma going down on me didn’t go away. I started to shift into consciousness, the morning glow of light trickling in as my eyelids cracked open. At first I was confused, wondering what was happening, where Emma was … but as I quickly came to my senses, my cock still feeling warm and wet, I looked down to see Sasha’s eyes looking up at me. She had a mischievous look on her face as she gently sucked the tip of my incredibly hard cock, and I involuntarily moaned loudly when I realized she had been going down on me, a wave of pleasure rippling through me.

She briefly pulled her mouth off me, a trail of saliva between my tip and her tongue. She slowly stroked me with her hand, and in her beautiful slightly raspy sleepy voice said “mmm good morning baby”. Sasha alternated taking my cock back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around her tip, then saying “You were so hard this morning I couldn’t resist”. She repeated this motion again as I reached down to stroke her hair, continuing “you were moaning a little and squeezing my ass while you were asleep, dreaming about me?”.

As she finished her question she took me as deep as she could, and after moaning again I was able to lie “fuck I don’t remember baby … this feels so good though, way better than whatever I was dreaming about.”

She wordlessly continued, alternating slowly sucking me as deep as she could and stroking me with her hand. I let my head fall back against the pillow and just enjoyed the sensation, and as my eyes closed slightly the images of Emma flashed back in my memory. I was in a weird sleepy, hazy, half awake cloud of pleasure as my girlfriend blew me and I fantasized of Emma. Pretty soon the sensations and images became overwhelming, my moans growing louder and more consistent. I told Sasha I was getting close, and she continued on, moaning out an “mmhmm” without ever taking her lips off me. A few moments later she had me as deep as she could as my cock pulsated, swallowing every drop of cum.

She crawled back up alongside me and we made out for a few minutes as I fully woke up. I started to kiss down her body, but just as I got to her breasts she pulled me back up and said “Just for you this morning, I have to get up and get some stuff done before the party later this afternoon”.

We kissed and cuddled a little longer, briefly talking about our day ahead. I checked in with her about the previous night, making sure she was still feeling good about possibly going further with Emma. She said she was all good, reiterating her one rule that she didn’t want me to have sex with her yet, but otherwise was excited to see what would happen.

Eventually we got up and dressed and went our separate ways for the morning, agreeing to meet back up at her house to pregame a little with her roommates in the early afternoon. I was somehow able to be productive and focused during the morning, not really fixating on everything that had occurred.

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Around 2 I showered and changed, then made my way back over to Sasha’s. When I got there, she told me that Emma had texted her that morning after I left. I felt a twinge of nervousness run through me, but it faded quickly as Sasha carried on, saying that she was going to meet us at the party with some of her friends. I teased and asked if that’s all they texted about, and Sasha coyly said “that’s all you get to know about”, giving me a quick, deep kiss as we went downstairs to join her roommates.

We hung out and socialized with them and their friends, drinking a few beers and playing a game or two of beer pong while listening to music. I honestly wasn’t really thinking about the potential impending threesome, and for the first time in a few days felt pretty normal and calm, just happy to be in the moment.

Once we all had a nice buzz and were feeling giddy, maybe around 3 or 3:30, we headed to the party. I saw Sasha send a text off to Emma that we were headed over, and it wasn’t until we were on our way that I started to feel some nerves. I was talking to Ryan, one of her roommates' boyfriends, walking a few steps behind Sasha and the girls. Sasha was wearing a simple black tee with no bra and a pair of cutoff jean shorts that gave a small peak of the bottom curve of her butt with each step. Ryan rambled about football next to me while my eyes were glued to Sasha’s ass, and I started to feel a little sexual energy creep back up. Small flashes of the night before came back to mind, the girls kissing, the teasing, the talk about a threesome, the texts from Emma …

I was starting to get hard underneath my jeans as we walked up to the houseparty, already in full swing with plenty of drunk kids spilled out on the lawn and porch. We made our way inside, Sasha and I splitting off from the group, making our way to the kitchen to put the beer we bought in the fridge. We ran into some other friends on the way and were pretty quickly caught up in the flow of the party, socializing and drinking.

Maybe 20 minutes later, I was talking to my roommate Chris and another friend while Sasha had run off with some of her friends elsewhere when Emma walked in through the front door. We caught each other’s eyes, a smile spreading across her face. I completely zoned out of the conversation, stepping away from the group and making my way over towards her as she walked away from the friend group she came with.

As I got closer to her I got a full look at her outfit - she was wearing a black mid thigh length tight skirt and a matching black open-back halter top, showing off her amazing cleavage. We gave each other a hug and she leaned in close to me, my hands finding her exposed lower back. Her breath had the faintest smell of tequilla as she excitedly said hi, followed by a request to “show a girl where to get a drink”.

I flattened my hand on her low back and guided her through the crowd to the kitchen, and after she had a beer we started chatting. She asked how Sasha was feeling today about everything, and I truthfully told her “Judging from what we did as soon as we got home last night, she seems to be very excited …” pausing and grinning, then continuing “she was really turned on from you kissing her last night, she wouldn’t stop talking about how good it felt”.

Emma giggled and said “It was a pretty good kiss”, took a sip of her beer then asked “And is she the only one who’s excited?”.

I took a sip of my beer, then mentally deciding to not hold back said “No, she’s not the only one. I couldn’t stop thinking about that picture you sent last night … you even made an appearance in my dreams last night.”

Emma blushed a little, then smiled and leaned in close, whispering “hopefully we can make tonight better than your dream”. We both grinned like idiots at each other, lost in our own little world. After eyeing each other up for a moment, I told her “let’s go find Sasha”, turning and walking out of the kitchen.

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We found Sasha outside talking to some of her girlfriends, a wild grin and slight blush on her face as she saw Emma and I coming up to her. She walked up and gave Emma a hug first, both of them giddily saying hi. We joined in on some drinking games occurring in the back yard and spent the next hour or so just hanging out, occasionally separating and mingling with other friends, but always coming back to the three of us. There was an insanely thick, and probably noticeable amount of tension and teasing between the three of us, with lots of physical contact and flirting and teasing.

While I could write a full story just about all the teasing, I’ll keep it to just two of the highlights. After a round of a drinking game in which Emma lost pretty decisively, she and Sasha went to go find a bathroom inside. The line for the downstairs restroom was hella long, so my friend who lived at the house and was hanging out with us told them to go upstairs to his room and use the private bathroom up there. A few minutes after they were gone, my phone buzzed and mid conversation I sneakily checked the message, having a feeling it might be something I didn’t want seen.

My suspicions were correct, greeted by an image from Sasha of her and Emma standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Both of them were laughing, the picture a little blurry from her hands probably shaking. Sasha’s top was pulled up, Emma’s hands covering and squeezing her boobs. I quickly closed the image not wanting anyone to see, responding with something stupid along the lines of “hey that’s my job”.

A couple minutes later they rejoined us outside, and when Sasha got roped into a conversation Emma slyly came up to me and whispered “your girlfriend is really fucking wet right now”. The thought of them teasing each other in the bathroom, apparently enough for Emma to know that sent my mind spinning, and it took a lot of effort not to tell them we were leaving right away.

The other notable moment occurred a little later, when Emma and I had wandered inside to grab us and some of our friends outside another round. As we walked inside, Emma a step in front of me, she turned her head around and caught me staring at her ass, its outline well defined under her skirt. She laughed and said “like my outfit?”, and when I smiled and nodded my head she followed up with “I love this skirt, it’s so soft. Feel.”

She took my hand and placed it on her hip as we stepped into the kitchen, my fingers curling around her waist, brushing the exposed skin of her low back and down to the top of the fabric. As if I had divine intervention on my side, most of the party had moved outside by this point, and we found ourselves in the small kitchen alone momentarily. There were still people in the house, and with the music and voices it was rather loud, so there was no way to tell if someone was coming. Still, she spun towards the fridge, my hand sliding across her low back as she twirled.

She playfully and dramatically bent down at the waist, forcing her ass into my hand. Throwing caution to the wind, I took a firm handful, squeezing her butt. She pretended to contemplate looking in the fridge, and as she bent a little lower I slipped my hand further down until my fingertips brushed the backs of her bare thighs at the hem of her skirt. I slid my hand slightly inward towards her inner thigh, feeling her body rotate and draw my hand closer towards her center. I slipped my fingers fully under her skirt, then quickly slid them up against the seam of her panties, feeling the outline of her lips through damp, warm fabric.

Not wanting to push it just yet, I pulled my hand back after and she stood holding several cans of beer from the fridge. The whole interaction lasted maybe 10 seconds, but it was enough to get us both flustered. She turned and shook her hips, letting her skirt fall back down, giving me a wild look with her eyes. Her face was red and I saw her take a deep breath. Finally feeling like I had her a little flustered instead of the other way round, I leaned into her, bringing my face close to hers as if I was going to kiss her.

She closed her eyes, but instead I took two of the beers from her arms, letting my fingers brush against her. She laughed and opened her eyes, saying “fuck you”, and I responded with “we’ll see about that, won’t we”. Someone came into the kitchen after that, so we walked back out and returned to our group outside.

When we rejoined Sasha, I handed her a beer, leaning in and telling her “we should go soon”. She took a sip and nodded her head, biting her lip, then leaning to Sasha to whisper something in her ear. They giggled and nodded, then turned to me and said “alright we’re ready to cash in on our bet yesterday, buy us dinner on the way back to yours?”.

I didn’t have to be told twice, taking one last big chug of my beer, setting it down on the table, then grabbing Sasha’s hand and walking out of the party as she pulled Emma along. On the way out we ran into my roommate Chris. The girls walked ahead and waited out on the sidewalk while I said goodbye to him. He was pretty trashed, but said that he was going over to his girlfriend’s place tonight - again, maybe divine intervention.

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We walked a few blocks out of the way to grab Taco’s from a local taqueria near our campus. It was starting to cool off as it became late afternoon, and neither of the girls were dressed particularly warm, so we took it to go and walked back to mine. We were still teasing and bantering back and forth, but as we left the party environment the “hornyness” between us seemed to taper off. After we ate and drank some water, I think we sobered up just enough to further lose a little bit of the confidence we all had earlier, but were still having a great time.

After cleaning up our dishes and each freshening up quickly, we were sitting on the couch in the small shared living room, music playing over my speakers while we idly chatted. During a brief lull in the conversation I spoke up in an attempt to break the tension, playfully asking “so Emma, how did Sasha’s kissing rank compared to Marcus?” (Her most recent fling she had told us about the preceding night).

Sasha laughed and looked embarrassed, but Emma confidently said “Way better, not even close …” pausing to look at her, then continuing “although it was a pretty short kiss, I might need to jog my memory”.

Sasha blushed harder, I think the reality of the situation finally settling in. She looked towards me, and when I nodded slowly to her she turned to Emma, bit her lip, then made a small come-here motion with her pointer finger.

I noticed her take a deep breath as Emma scooted over towards her. Her body relaxed back into the couch as Emma swung a leg over her lap, straddling her and taking her face into her hands. They kissed slowly and delicately at first, Sasha’s hands finding Emma’s back, hesitant to move further.

Slowly though their kissing got deeper, their tongues flashing between their lips. Amidst the music I could hear soft moans. Emma started softly grinding her hips into Sasha’s lap, Sasha’s hands drifting down her back inch by inch.

I’m sure I looked like a hypnotized idiot, transfixed watching my girlfriend’s hands slip further down Emma’s ass. As the energy between them built and built, their moans got louder, and her hands got lower until finally they slipped under her skirt, gripping each of her butt cheeks, fingers slipping under the hem of her black lacey panties, now exposed for me to see.

I was so hard that it felt like my jeans were about to rip open, but I was so enraptured by the sight of these two gorgeous women lost in each other’s lips that I felt paralyzed, afraid if I moved the dream would end and I’d wake up alone from some cold, cruel dream.

Thankfully that didn’t happen, and after either two minutes or two hours, they pulled away from their kiss, both breathing heavily with flushed faces. They started giggling until Sasha moaned out a low “fuck”, followed by asking “did that jog your memory?”, Emma simply nodding enthusiastically.

Emma turned to me, an adorably desperate look in her eyes, laughing a little at what I’m sure was a stupidly awestruck face. She turned back to Sasha and said “Can I see how you compare to Ben?”.

When Sasha nodded enthusiastically, I slid over to them, turning sideways and leaning in to kiss Emma while she still straddled Sasha’s lap. It was somewhat of an awkward position, but that thought quickly got lost as I was pulled into the horny, blissful trance of Emma’s lips. One of my hands found Sasha’s bare thigh, kneading my fingers towards her jean shorts as Emma slipped her tongue between my lips.

My other hand slid down Emma’s back and over the curve of her ass. It made contact with one of Sasha’s hands, still gripping firmly. Sasha’s hand explored her ass with me, our fingers gliding together as we massaged and rubbed it, Emma slowly grinding to our touch.

By this point our moans and sighs were as loud as the music as a sexual, desperate energy engulfed us. I don’t remember if it was my hand or Sasha’s, but soon Emma’s panties had been pulled to the side and our fingers were teasing her soaked, hot pussy. She was still deeply tongue kissing me, moaning into me when our fingers started teasing her entrance. I felt Sasha’s fingers dip inside of her first, causing Emma to pull away from the kiss and moan out “pleasssse”.

I took the chance to kiss her neck hard, biting down a little as she leaned in and resumed kissing Sasha. I rotated her shortly after, pushing her gently off my girlfriend's lap and sitting her back against the couch. Sasha knelt at her side, continuing to kiss her while letting her hands drift up the front of her body over her top. As I slipped to the floor in front of Emma and reached my hands up her skirt to remove her underwear fully, I saw Sasha slip her hands under Emma’s top and grip each of her boobs.

Emma moaned out as Sasha seemed to pinch her nipples, then said “fuck take it off”, leaning up so Sasha could pull it off over her head. We had removed everything but her skirt, now bunched up around her waist. Sasha and I were working together on silent autopilot, and as she leaned down and began kissing her chest and teasing her nipples, I kissed my way between her thighs as they spread wide for me, giving me a full view of her pussy.

It was beautifully pink, her lips swollen and slightly parted revealing her inner lips like flower petals begging for more. I could see a pool of thick, almost creamy wetness around her opening, and my mouth watered as I teasingly kissed up her inner thigh, the scent of her pulling me closer.

I’ll be honest in that I went into some sort of hypnotic primal autopilot as I reached her pussy and began eating her out. She tasted incredibly sweet, not saying it aloud, but noting it tasted way better than Sasha’s. I moaned into her pussy as I began taking full, deep licks of her. Soon I had focused in on her clit, occasionally looking up to see them making out, Sasha sucking on her breasts, kissing and biting at each other's necks, our moans and movements almost animalistic.

At some point I effortlessly slipped my fingers inside of her while I sucked her clit in rhythmic pulses, flicking my tongue up and down, her legs starting to gently shake as I found a pattern her body responded strongly too. I looked up again and to find Sasha also now topless, sitting up higher on her knees and leaning in as Emma sucked on her small breasts, their hands running wild across their bodies. It took everything in my being not to orgasm right then, my cock straining and rubbing against my jeans as it pulsed, precum staining my underwear.

The next thing to break my trance was Emma’s orgasm. I heard her moans growing louder, but suddenly her legs clamped around my head, her hand frantically grabbing my hair and pulling my face against her pussy as she cried out fairly loud and began moaning “fuck fuck fuck”. I held my rhythm steady as her orgasm rocked through her, feeling her walls convulse around my fingers, two now deep inside of her rhythmically curling upwards.

I kept licking until she begged me to stop, pulling me up by my hair. Sasha kissed me deeply as I rose, her tongue eagerly slipping into my mouth tasting Emma’s wetness. Emma wordlessly breathed deep beside us, almost panting as she recovered from her orgasm, Sasha and I starting to get very handsy with each other.

As I made out with my girlfriend, half leaning on the couch and her sitting back on her knees, my hands found her jean shorts. My fingers quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, our lips locked together as she shimmied out of them. When she adjusted her legs to kick them fully off, now just down to her panties, I leaned in and took her left breast in my mouth, biting gently on her nipple.

Sasha moaned, frantically grabbing and pulling my shirt off. Her hands scratched my bare back when I suddenly felt a second pair of hands brush over my abdomen, Emma joining back in. We shuffled as the girls ran their hands on my body, ending up with me leaning back on the couch, Emma’s skirt being tossed on the floor, and Emma kissing up my right side while Sasha dropped to her knees on the floor.

Just as Emma’s lips made it to my neck, my belt was unbuckled and my jeans and underwear were pulled down around my ankles in one quick motion. My painfully erect cock sprung outwards, bouncing against Emma’s hip as she leaned across me, now kissing the opposite side of my neck, her breasts pressed into my torso.

Sasha wrapped her hand around the upper half of my shaft, using her thumb to spread the copious amount of precum around my tip. Emma pulled back and looked down, her breasts at eye level with me, and said “Damn Ben, you have a gorgeous cock”.

It was the first time anyone had called my cock gorgeous, and a shiver ran up my spine as Sasha flicked her thumb back and forth across the underside of my tip. We both watched as Sasha looked up at us, smirked, then slipped my cock between her lips, slowly taking it as far as she could.

Emma and I both moaned out a “fuck” in unison, causing all of us to giggle momentarily, breaking the tension for a split second before we suddenly all were pulled back into the horny sexual wave. Sasha started rhythmically and sensually blowing me, and I hooked my arm around Emma’s waist, palming her ass and pulling her into me.

I turned my head and took one of Emma’s breasts into my mouth, wasting no time teasing now, immediately sucking hard on her beautifully tan, hard nipples, alternating back and forth as a chorus of her moans built. We stayed like this for a few minutes, somehow holding back my orgasm despite the intense pleasure coursing through me.

I was conscious to not leave Sasha out of receiving pleasure, so as I felt my orgasm start to creep closer, I pulled back and told her truthfully that I needed to eat her out. She stopped sucking my cock and moved to sit on the couch, but Emma spoke up first saying “can you sit on his face, I have an idea.”

We all took a breath as we separated, my body feeling suddenly lonely as none of us touched for a moment. Not wanting the energy to subside, I simply said “bedroom”, the girls kissing then pulling me towards my room. I quickly laid down in the center of my bed, beckoning towards Sasha. Emma walked up behind her, wrapping her hands around her from the back, sliding them down across her hard nipples, then hooking her thumbs into her panties and sliding them down.

I could hear her kissing Sasha’s back as she knelt, Sasha squealing and collapsing forward as the crack of Emma’s hand slapping against her ass echoed. I made eye contact with Sasha as she started to crawl onto the bed, her eyes going wide and her mouth opening in a moan of pleasure as Emma said “I get the first taste”, taking a deep lick of Sasha’s pussy from behind.

With another slap of her ass, Emma said “hop on him, face me though”. My eyes were quickly covered by Sasha’s ass as she straddled my face, leaning forward slightly as she firmly ground her soaked pussy onto my outstretched tongue. My hands wrapped around her waist from below as I felt Emma straddle my thighs, my cock standing tall pressed against what felt like her lower abdomen.

Sasha started grinding slowly into me as I licked at her clit, and through muffled ears heard Emma say “should we tell him what I’m doing to you since he can’t see?”. As she spoke, I could feel my cock slide back and forth across her mound, my tip seeming to rest against her neat patch of pubic hair.

I heard Sasha moan in response, followed by the distinctive sound of deep kissing. Sasha spoke next, saying “fuck Ben, Emma’s kissing …” a moan interrupting her briefly “she’s kissing down my neck … fuck Ben that feels so good”. My cock pulsed as I listened to Sasha narrate, her words interrupted by moans and sighs and broken chains of thought.

As she ground her hips more and more frantically against my tongue, she described Emma kissing down her chest, teasing her nipples, how good she felt with my tongue on her clit, how good it felt for Emma to bite and pinch her nipples.

Her words trailed off as the distinctive sound of wet, deep kissing resumed. While they kissed, I felt a hand grip my cock and slowly start to pump it up and down. As the hand stroked me, I quickly realized it was Emma’s, her fingers feeling slightly different than Sasha. I was moaning into Sasha’s pussy now, and heard Emma ask Sasha how she was feeling, questioning if she was getting close.

Sasha said “this feels so good … I think I need to flip around though to get the right angle to cum”. She lifted her hips up, light flooding back into my eyes as I watched her beautifully messy pussy rise away from my face. I looked down to see Emma straddling my thighs, her hand still slowly pumping up and down my cock. As Sasha rotated and planted her thighs back around my head, right before she sat back down, I saw and felt Emma scoot up and straddle my chest.

I could now look up and see Sasha as she started to grind into my tongue again, and I saw Emma’s hands reach around her body and grip her breasts. Sasha started moaning wildly, and I heard Emma ask “can I try to make him cum?”.

Sasha seemed to nod in response and moan, and I watched as Emma’s hands disappeared from my view. I felt Emma scoot back down my body, the warmth and wetness of her pussy trailing across my abdomen. I was looking up from beneath Sasha and making eye contact with her when I felt Emma’s pussy slowly drag across the length of my cock, rock hard and pressing up flat against my stomach

Emma, pushing the rules Sasha set, paused momentarily and slid herself up and back a few more times, her lips spreading and coating my shaft in her wetness. I could feel the tip of my cock teasing at her entrance, Sasha seemingly unaware as she closed her eyes tightly, bent forward and gripping the headboard while I licked her.

Quickly though Emma stopped teasing, and I felt her lay on the bed perpendicular to us. Her tongue licked up the length of my shaft, swirling around my tip. In one sudden motion her lips parted as she took my cock easily to its base. One of her hands began playing with my balls, and finally as Emma gave me an insanely talented blowjob and Sasha started to build towards her orgasm on my face, I could feel my own start to rise.

I know it sounds too good to be true, but Sasha and I legitimately started having our orgasms at the same time. I couldn’t really announce that I was cumming, but I’m sure that Emma knew with how she was making my hips start to pulse, my cock spasming as she took me deep in her mouth and began to swallow my cum. Sasha cried out loudly as her orgasm rippled through her as well, her leg almost painfully clamping down around my head, her hands intertwined in my hair pulling tightly. I fervently licked her clit until she collapsed into the headboard above me, lifting her hips up and rolling off just in time for us to make eye contact with Emma, lifting her head away from my lap, opening her mouth to show her tongue coated in my cum, then closing and swallowing.

Emma crawled up and kissed me as Sasha collapsed beside us. The three of us wordlessy lay together on my bed, hands slowly drifting between bodies and the occasional kiss as we all settled from the intensity of the situation. No one spoke, the only sounds being music still playing in the living room and the occasional sigh, giggle, or kiss.

I remeber the room smelling like sex. I was laying in between the two girls, my right hand curled around Emma’s back, resting on her ass. Both girls were on their sides, legs draped over mine, heads resting on my chest. They began to kiss each other more passionately after maybe 5 or 10 minutes of silent cuddling, and as they kissed I began teasing at Emma’s pussy with my hand wrapped around her ass.

In between kisses, Emma spoke first, breaking the silence “I don’t know about you guys but I could go for another orgasm. Also I really want to see you guys fuck.”

Sasha giggled and kissed me, then said “Let me go pee and get some water, then I’ll be ready for round two.”

I gave Sasha’s ass a playful slap as she crawled across Emma and I, and as she stood from the bed Emma asked “can you bring me a glass of water too?”.

As soon as Sasha left my room, Emma whispered in my ear “there’s no way you’re not cumming inside me before this is over.”

A rush of primal adrenaline ran through me as we heard Sasha filling up a glass with ice from the freezer, and in the moment I didn’t care at all about the rule Sasha had laid out. I quickly kissed Emma, whispering back “I thought you were going to slip me inside of you earlier when Sasha turned around”.

Emma swung her leg over me and rolled from my side to straddle me, teasingly saying “think how good it’s going to feel”, her pussy hovering above my cock, now hard again. I heard the door to the bathroom out in the hallway close and the vent fan kick on, my heart pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my face.

I knew we only had a minute at most, but I felt a primal, reckless, and careless urge to push back on her teasing. In one quick motion I gripped her waist, flexing my cock to angle it upwards, and pushed her down onto me.

Her lips parted against my tip, the expression on her face flipping from shock to excited pleasure as I penetrated her. I pushed her down fully on my cock, every inch of me inside of her, then before she could react pulled her up, bringing my tip back to her entrance. I thrusted my hips up hard, pentrating her fully one more time, savoring the feeling of her incredibly tight and warm walls squeezing around my cock.

She felt tighter, and honestly better than Sasha, and after what had probably only been 30 seconds we heard the toilet flush and the bathroom sink start running. I resisted every urge in my body telling me to keep fucking her, to throw away every bit of restraint I had left, and quickly pulled her off of me, spinning her back to her side. She quietly said “fuck you, jesus I need you to fuck me”.

I gave her a quick kiss, saying back “I’ll figure something out”. Emma gripped and began stroking my cock, now coated in her wetness, and kissed my neck as Sasha came back into the room.

Sasha giggled as Emma turned to her and said “I got him hard again for you, I hope you don’t mind”.

Sasha just laughed and gave Emma a glass of water, and as she crawled back into bed I sat up against the headboard. I asked Emma “What position do you want to see first?”

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Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger! Stay tuned for the final part soon :)