Sarah had been dropping hints for weeks.
Little comments about Katie’s “insane ass” when we watched her yoga stories. The way she’d bite her lip and say “God, imagine what she feels like” while we were already fucking. The casual “what if” questions that started innocent and ended with her grinding harder against me whenever Katie’s name came up.
I thought it was just dirty talk.
Until the night she pulled out the good weed—the kind we only broke out for special occasions—and lit the joint with that slow, predatory smile she saves for when she’s already three steps ahead of me.
“Baby,” she purred, passing it over, “take a really big hit. I want you stupid tonight.”
I should’ve known. Not that I needed it, anyway.
Two fat joints and half a THC gummy later I was melted into the couch, pupils blown, skin buzzing, cock already half-hard from the way Sarah kept dragging her nails lightly up my thigh while she texted.
Katie arrived wearing the tiniest black dress I’d ever seen her in—barely there straps, hem that stopped at the top of her thighs, no bra, nipples already stiff against the fabric. She looked at me like she already knew exactly how this night was going to end.
Sarah didn’t waste time.
She straddled my lap, kissed me deep and filthy, then whispered against my mouth, “I want to watch you ruin her for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you fuck my best friend stupid while I sit here and touch myself?”
My brain was too foggy to do anything but groan.
Katie giggled, already shimmying out of her dress. No panties. Of course no fucking panties.
Sarah slid off me, pushed me back so I was sprawled on the sectional, then patted the cushion beside me like she was inviting a puppy to sit.
“Come here, Kat. He’s all yours until I say otherwise.”
Katie climbed on like she’d been waiting years for permission.
She didn’t tease. She just lined me up, sank down in one long, greedy glide, and moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors when I bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck—he’s thick,” she gasped, already rolling her hips.
Sarah sat beside us, legs spread, fingers circling her clit slowly while she watched her boyfriend’s cock disappear into her best friend over and over.
I was gone. The weed had turned every sensation into syrup—hot, slow, overwhelming. Every thrust felt like it lasted forever. Katie’s cunt was molten and slick and so fucking tight I could barely think.
She came the first time fast—shuddering, nails digging into my shoulders, chanting “ohgodohgodohgod” like a prayer.
Sarah leaned in and kissed her while she was still shaking through it. Tongues sliding, obscene little moans traded between them.
Katie didn’t stop riding.
Second orgasm came when Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit in fast little circles while I fucked up into her. Katie screamed that time—full-body, back-arched, gushing around me.
Sarah licked her own fingers clean and grinned at me like the devil herself. “Keep going, baby. She’s not done.”
Third one was slower, deeper. Katie braced her hands on my chest, ass bouncing, begging me to “fuck her harder, please, please—” until she broke again, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing so hard I almost came right then.
But Sarah shook her head. “Not yet.”
She crawled between my legs, pushed Katie forward so her ass was higher, and told me, “Second hole, baby. I want to see you stretch her.”
Katie whimpered—half excited, half nervous—but she reached back, spread herself open for me.
I was so fucking high, so fucking hard, and Sarah’s voice was velvet-wrapped steel in my ear: “Fill her ass, baby. Mark her for me.”
I pushed in slowly.
Katie’s whole body jolted. She sobbed—good sobs, desperate, greedy ones—while I sank inch after inch into her tightest hole.
Sarah stroked Katie’s hair and murmured filthy praise the whole time: “Such a good girl… taking my boyfriend’s cock in your little ass… look how pretty you look split open…”
When I finally bottomed out, Katie was shaking, babbling nonsense.
I fucked her ass steady and deep.
Fourth orgasm hit her like a freight train.
She screamed Sarah’s name—Sarah’s—while her whole body locked up, ass clamping down so hard I saw stars. That was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I came with a guttural groan, pumping rope after rope deep into Katie’s ass while she whimpered and twitched around me.
I was still buried in her, catching my breath, when Sarah leaned in and kissed me—slow, nasty, tasting like victory.
Then she dropped down and took my cock straight from Katie’s ass into her mouth.
No hesitation. No gag reflex. Just hungry, sloppy, worshipful sucking—cleaning every trace of lube and cum and Katie off me while Katie panted above us, wrecked and dripping.
When I was shiny and hard again, Sarah pulled off with a wet pop, looked up at me with those dark, blown-out eyes, and said, “Now fuck me while I eat your cum out of her.”
She pushed Katie onto her back, spread her wide, and buried her face between her best friend’s thighs.
Katie moaned brokenly as Sarah’s tongue scooped into her used asshole, licking out everything I’d just left there.
I lined up behind Sarah, grabbed her hips, and sank into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust.
She cried out into Katie’s cunt.
I fucked her hard—mean, possessive strokes—claiming her while she feasted on the mess I’d made in her friend.
Katie’s hands were in Sarah’s hair, hips bucking up into her mouth.
Sarah’s cunt was fluttering around me already—she’d been edging herself the whole time watching us.
She came first—screaming into Katie’s pussy, body shaking.
Katie came again right after—Sarah’s tongue still buried in her ass, my girlfriend drinking down every drop of my cum while she trembled through it.
And then it was my turn.
I slammed deep, held Sarah’s hips tight against me, and filled her while she licked the last of me out of Katie.
When we finally collapsed—sweaty, sticky, breathless—Sarah crawled up between us, kissed Katie slow and deep, then turned and gave me the same filthy, cum-smeared kiss.
She looked at both of us with that lazy, satisfied smirk and murmured, “Next time… I want both your holes filled at the same time.”
Katie whimpered.
I was already getting hard again.
Sarah laughed low and wicked.
Yeah.
We were definitely doing this again.
