Casey- she/her, femme

Shay- she/they, butch

Quinn- they/them, butch

Ash- she/her, butch

Jo- she/her, butch

Sage- he/him, butch

Casey's POV:

Music thrummed through the air as you put the remaining few decorations up, practically vibrating with excitement to see your guests. Orange and black streamers hung from doorways, campy purple and green striped signs covered windows and walls, and there were plenty of fake candles set for ambience. After meeting everyone at Shay's poker game a few months ago, you’d been eager and excited to host them again for round two. You'd talked about it with Shay, expressing how lovely they'd all made you feel last time and how much you'd enjoyed it, quickly learning it was equally as enjoyable for her. Once everyone had a chance to cool off and recollect themselves after that night, you set off on making invites for your next big get together; a Summerween bash at a big, secluded cabin right outside of town. You hoped the privacy of the place would let everyone feel secure enough to let loose and go wild. As you hung the final toy bat on the ceiling, the door rang.

You skipped gleefully towards the door, beating Shay to it by just a moment. You grabbed the handle and eagerly wrenched it open to find a tall, masked figure standing there. Though the outfit was simple; a black, ribbed tank top, dark cargo pants and heavy combat boots, the iconic "ghostface" mask was enough to spark a laugh from you.

"Eeeee! Are you Billy or Stu?!" You jumped up and down, consciously making your tits bounce in hopes that somewhere beneath the dark mask, your suitor was staring.

"Neither, I'm afraid," they said, pulling the mask from their head. Ash! Dark, shaggy hair fell just below her gold-pierced ears and she shot you a sparkly smirk, reaching forward for a hug. You plunged yourself forward and threw your arms around her neck, feeling the warmth of her hands against the small of your back.

Pulling yourself off of her, you stepped back and invited her inside, grinning wildly at Shay as they welcomed Ash into the cabin. You checked the time and watched with delight as Shay directed Ash around the cabin and showed her all the rooms and features. You couldn't help but stare at the muscles in Ash’s forearms, dreaming of how they might use them tonight.

After the poker game and during the discussion about it that followed, it came to light that not only had Casey had plenty of fun bottoming, but Shay had a wonderful time too and wanted to play a little more with the others. The thought made you dizzy... all those muscles wrapped up in one another.. the growling and panting.. You could see it so perfectly in your mind and you wanted to watch so bad. Adjusting your white miniskirt, you looked up just in time to see the door crack open and a familiar figure step through.

Even through the white, plastic "Jason" mask, you could immediately tell that the broad-shouldered and dark clothed beauty in front of you was Jo. You had spent countless hours thinking about Jo since the poker game; the way she called you a "good girl," the way her fat girlcock stretched you out, the way she effortlessly threw you around like a rag-doll.. After going home that night, even Shay made a comment about how hard the two of you had gone at it. Since then, you'd been thinking of her, hopeful you'd get a chance to show her how good you could really be but also desperate to see what she did to others.

"Diiiid we find the right place?" she said, her voice deep and joyful. She stepped inside and behind her, Sage's wide frame came into view. He wore a red and white, pleated cheer skirt and halter top, reminiscent of the costumes from a B- grade camp film, though his thick, hairy thighs sticking out of the skirt gave him a wildly sexy edge. Huge trap muscles flexed against the halter top as the two walked in together.

Shay and Ash were back from their tour so after giving a long, tight hug to both Jo and Sage, you let them step past you and towards the rest of the house. Your thighs squeezed together tightly, no doubt trying to stifle the growing wetness in your panties. When the group returned to the living room, Sage was only wearing the skirt, their flat, bare chest exposed and flaunted. The others had stripped their masks, tossing them to the side to chat and crack beers. Looking out at them, you couldn't tell if you were more excited to watch them all or to let them use you. You excused yourself quietly, nodding to the group and turning to find your room.

You had patiently waited to put the rest of your own costume on and now that most of the group was here, you slipped silently into the log cabin room and found it laid out on your bed. It was clever, you thought, at least for the occasion. You fixed your tiny, white miniskirt and admired how you looked in the mirror, before pulling off your t-shirt and turning back to the bed. Unclasping the bra you currently wore, you let your breasts fall out and bounce before pulling a lacy, white bra over them again. It was scant, sure, but you were here tonight to fully give yourself over to the group outside your door.. and that started by dressing as pretty and sexy as possible for them.

Adding the final touches to your costume, you put on a small headband with a hovering, white halo on it and pulled on a tiny pair of white, feathery wings. Then, you turned and found a pair of white pumps, sliding them on comfortably. The last piece of your costume’s "punchline," so to speak, was a small, blue and black hand timer on a shitty nylon string. You picked it up off a desk nearby and pulled it over your neck, hopeful your costume would get some laughs.

Shay’s POV:

Just as Casey excused herself to get dressed, a small knock on the door peaked your ears. Opening it after just a moment, you found your good friend, Quinn, wearing a huge smile and a black and red cape with a flowing white shirt underneath. Tiny black, painted fangs gave away the costume and you couldn't help but notice how sexy the cape's silhouette made them look. You returned the smile and offered them a hug, ushering them inside to a cacophony of yells and whistles from the others.

The gang was settling in nicely. Mingling without the structure of a poker game was nice and felt more casual. You all sat in a sort of broken circle in the cabin’s comfortable chairs, a small coffee table sat squarely in the middle. When the bedroom door finally clicked again, Casey stepped back out into the room and a muted hush fell over everyone as they all noticed how fucking delectable she looked. Quinn spoke first.

"Wow, Case. Really, holy shit," they stumbled out, clearly lost for words. "Are you a... ref angel?" The group laughed, amused by their joke. Sage retorted, leaning back into his chair with their legs spread wide beneath the skirt.

"She's obviously a famous deceased sports coach." He spoke so matter of factly that it garnered an even bigger audience reaction and with it, Casey stepped into the middle of the circle and took a seat on the coffee table, rolling her eyes. She leaned back a little, legs crossed at the knee, and when the group finally stopped laughing and joking, she spoke.

"I'm seven minutes of heaven, duh."

The whole room gasped and laughed, suddenly understanding the costume and its implications. Casey loved being free-use, especially for your friends, and you thought the costume reflected that nicely. It was a clever costume and ever since she'd suggested it, you'd been excited to see her in it. Plus, you had been dreaming of your friend's reaction for days now and were not disappointed by their adoration and appreciation of your girlfriend. They were all practically drooling over her and the sight made you drool, too.

Sage extended a hand and helped Casey off the table, quickly swinging her up into a bridal carry. For a brief second, her leg caught on the cheer skirt he wore and the whole room got a clear shot of the defined packer in his boxer shorts. Your chest tightened at the sight but before you could do anything, Sage was whisking Casey away into another room while she clung to his bare chest, waving to the group with a huge smile.

Sage's POV:

You'd thought it very kind of Casey to share herself like this, especially considering how well-mannered and ready to please she was. She stared up at you with bright and excited eyes as you carried her into a bedroom, unwilling to wait any longer for your chance with her. At the poker game, you'd tasted how sweet she was and had a chance to overwhelm her with your mouth. You'd loved the sound of her screams and the way she'd squirmed around under your grip and since then, you hadn't stopped thinking about her. You hadn't stopped thinking of plowing her. You hadn't stopped thinking of plowing all of them.

Closing the door behind you, you playfully tossed her onto the bed. She giggled as she flipped over and crawled towards you on all fours, her miniskirt riding up on her hips, exposing her matching lace panties. Of course she was matching, she was always so put together and coordinated, you should've known to expect that by now. You couldn't wait to ruin her.

Casey's POV:

As you crawled towards him, Sage pulled his cheer skirt up over his lower stomach, hiding the happy trail that peeked out over it. He stared down at you with intent like a predator watching its prey as you pressed your face against his packer. Mouth open, you felt the soft bulge of him through your mouth and watched as his head fell back in pleasure. Obviously sure of what he wanted, it wasn't long before his hands ran through your hair and firmly gripped your head, pressing your face harder against his crotch. Spit leaked from your mouth and onto his boxers and the two of you panted and squirmed together, playful but impatient.

He pulled you up by your hair and kissed you roughly, biting your lip and neck as his hands explored you. They were so much bigger than yours, bigger than Shay's even, and they felt incredible gripping your hips and thighs. His lips dragged across your collarbones and chest and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning softly, sure the others would hear sooner or later. Hands unclasped your bra from behind and your tits fell out and straight into his face. He left small kisses and bite marks all over your breasts as he held you tightly against him with thick, tattooed arms. Moving around to the edge of the bed, he sat down and pulled you into his lap, your legs spread out over his. You could feel the sensation of lacy fabric rubbing against your pussy lips, but the feeling of being pressed against him, his soft packer on your ass, his hands cupping you, it almost sent you over the edge.

His hands wrapped around you again and squeezed your tits through your bra as you began to unconsciously grind into him. He let out a groan right into your ear and your head fell back onto his shoulder, too heavy to hold up on your own right now. He took this opportunity and softly nibbled on your earlobe while pinching your already tender nipples. This pulled the first real moan out of you. Like a sleeper agent, the sound of you moaning out activated something inside of Sage and he no longer could contain himself.

His long arms had no problem reaching down to your cunt. With one arm wrapped around your waist and the other reaching towards your panties, you could feel your pussy twitching and wondered if he could, too. Just then, a slap shocked you and for the first time tonight you could really feel how badly you needed him.

"Aww, you're already this wet for me, Casey? How sweet."

You groaned at the sound of his deep voice, wishing he would just pull your panties aside and fuck you already. He didn't, though, only continued gently slapping your throbbing clit through the fabric. He ran his finger up and down the seams of your underwear, pressing more firmly against the lace in some spots without actually giving you the satisfaction of touching your skin. You squirmed in his lap, flexing your hips to try and get his fingers closer to you, but he caught on immediately and moved his hand away each time. You let out small huffs and pouts and listened to Sage’s breath growing heavier. After a while, you couldn't take it anymore. Sage dragged his fingers down the edges of your panties, and barely broke the surface, touching your lips slowly and gently. You needed more of him.

You managed to wriggle your way free of his grasp and turn around to face him, your legs now wrapped around his in the opposite direction. Sitting back onto his lap, you let his strong arms steady you as you lowered yourself onto his bulge, eager to tease him now. You felt the sensational feeling of two layers of fabric sliding off one another as you grinded on his lap, each thrust pressing the lace of your panties further into your clit.

"Fuck, Case.." Sage groaned as you placed a knee in between his legs and the other next to him. You could feel your cunt throbbing against his bare leg so you took a chance and rubbed your swollen clit against him, now roughly handling him by his hair. You pulled his head back and exposed his neck, biting his ear and running your tongue down the length of his jawline. You planted kisses down the most sensitive parts of his throat before letting your teeth sink into his chest and shoulders. He was loud as he called out, grunting and panting all while helping direct your hips with his hands. You thought briefly of what the group outside was doing. Were they listening? Were they having their own fun?

You felt your knee press against his boxers and he let out another small moan, this time wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing his face into your tits while unclasping your bra from behind. Slowly, he began to work up a rhythm with his leg, bouncing it under you. Your tits bounced in his face and you could tell it was driving him crazy. It was driving you crazy. Your hole was practically aching at this point, almost like you could already feel his cock in you, but you kept playing his game, refusing to move the fabric of your panties.

Before you knew it, the feeling of his hands on your skin and the sight of his strong, yet gentle, arms was too much. His leg shook beneath you like a vibrating saddle. Moments later, the two of you were collapsing onto the bed, both chests heaving, as you came in your panties and on his leg. He put a thumb on your chin and kissed you again, speaking softly directly into your ear.

"You're such a good girl."

The words made you melt ever further, sliding off of his shoulders and down his chest. It took you a moment to gather yourself as he held you, your breath heavy and heart pounding. Finally though, you looked back up to him, chewing your lip.

"Thank you, sir. I'm not done with you, yet.." you said, trailing off. Your cunt was quaking, your legs were weak, and your throat was dry. You needed to find a drink, sure, but the curiosity about what was going on in the living room was eating at you. Planting one last kiss on his lips, you pulled yourself off of Sage, adjusted your mini skirt to somewhat cover yourself and walked towards the door, still topless. Creaking it open, you stepped forward, tits bouncing as you walked. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sage fall back onto the bed, hands on his head in exasperated pleasure.

Ash's POV:

Silence had fallen over the room as Sage carried Casey out. You wanted to watch them, of course, but you'd had your eye on Quinn since they got here. Their costume was subtle and the tiny vampire fangs made you wish they’d sink their teeth into your neck. Sensing the lull in conversation, you approached them cautiously, turning around to lean against the table they stood near.

"Heh, I like your cape," you said, giggling. You didn’t know them well, but had spoken a few times since the poker game and even gotten a drink once.

"Oh, yeah? You aren't sscaaaarrreeddd?" They said, raising their voice comically to add a "spooky” effect.

"Mmm, no,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. They chuckled, glancing up at you before quickly lunging towards your neck. Their teeth bit down on your earlobe and you let out a gasp, caught off guard. Whispering in your ear, their words sent shivers down your spine.

"Not even now?"

Shay's POV:

You were so focused on Jo's stories that you didn't even notice Ash and Quinn until they started getting loud. Turning away from your conversation, the two of you saw Ash and Quinn furiously kissing as Quinn straddled Ash's lap, cape covering them both like a heavy blanket. Small moans escaped both of them and they must have noticed you were watching, because they stopped briefly and looked up.

"Well? Aren't y'all gonna try it?"

The thought made you shake. You'd watched how hard Jo fucked Casey last time, seen how tight of a fit her fat cock was. And still? You couldn't help yourself. You stifled a smile while adjusting your legs on the couch to scoot towards her, eager to play a little. She smirked at the sight, not bothering to stifle her smile. A growing mass under her pants confirmed she was feeling the same way and with that, she pulled you onto her lap facing her. The jolt of being onto her made you gasp and giggle a little. You’d never been handled like this. You settled onto her and as you stared down at her, you felt her growing girlcock pressed against her pants and teasing you.

Her kiss was intoxicating. Huge, fat and muscular arms wrapped around your hips as you leaned into her, tilting her chin up with your pointer finger. Her mouth was open just a bit, set in an "ah" shape with slightly upturned corners like a smile was trying to overcome her, and her eyes looked drunk on lust as she stared up at you. It was harder to focus as she began to kiss you in places that were not your mouth. She left trails of fingerprints and spit across your neck and shoulders and you could feel your hands shaking from excitement and adrenaline as you ran your fingers from her shoulder to her wrist. Casey had always been so submissive, which you loved of course, but you'd almost forgotten what it felt like to give up control. You let Jo take complete and total control of you, eager to serve her in whatever way she wanted most.

She was gentle. She didn't pressure you or make you feel nervous. She was so focused on touching you and exploring you that you were sure you were the only two people in the world. This only made you feel more... feral. More needy. She was soft and sweet as she caressed your hips and thighs. Your costume was lackluster this year, paling in comparison to Casey's. You'd opted for a simple basketball jersey and shorts, the latter of which was scrunched up on Jo's lap at the moment. Her hands ran up your thighs under your shorts and tugged at your boxers. You felt your breath catch in your throat and closed your eyes, trying to center yourself. You could hear Quinn's soft moans from across the room, Jo's slow and measured breathing, and distant moans from the other room. You focused in on Jo and opened your eyes to find her staring back at you kindly. You couldn't help but feel her throbbing bulge twitching against you and knew she had to be as worked up as you were.

She helped you stay steady as you lowered yourself off of her and onto your knees. Smugly, she stared down at you and reached behind her head and pulled at her shirt, thick tricep muscles straining against her skin as she did. Her shirt popped off her shoulders and neck and she tossed it aside, leaving her sports bra untouched. You took this moment to take your own shirt off, but followed suit in leaving the bra. Staring up at her with excitement, you helped her fiddle with the buckle on her jeans. The sound of metal clinking and Quinn moaning made you dizzy but you collected yourself and focused. She raised herself up a bit and tugged at her jeans and boxers and you took the hint, pulling them off her legs. You tossed them aside and returned your attention to the veiny, swollen girldick in front of you waiting to be drained.

You wrapped your hand firmly around the base of her shaft, feeling the oozing precum seep onto your hand as you did. Her head fell back before your mouth even touched her, but even still, you wrapped your lips around the aching, throbbing tip and began to swirl your tongue around it. You let your hand pull at the length, drool dripping down from your mouth, and she let out a deep, "Fuck." You tightened your squeeze and pushed her as far into your throat as you could, eventually pulling your hand away to steady yourself. You hovered over her and sunk her length into your throat, gagging on the sheer size over and over again. You bobbed your head up and down, moaning on her cock as you felt your own pussy growing in wetness.

Strong hands wrapped around your ponytail and held your head in place as she bucked up into you, fucking your throat like a toy. You had to restrain yourself, so pleased that she was using you like this. You spent several moments suckling her balls, squeezing them together to eat her out. Breaking your "submissive" streak, you lifted Jo's legs and pressed them to her ears, exposing her asshole. She looked so cute and helpless folded up like that, so you dove right back in as she held her ankles, eating out and squeezing her balls before spitting in her asshole. Your tongue collided with her and you began licking broadly and pointedly, your hand tucked behind her leg and firmly wrapped around her cock. You slurped and sucked on her ass as you gently stroked and tugged on her, each of her moans filling your ears and mind completely. Eventually, she was ready to take control again and lowered her legs.

It was a little bit of a blur as the two of you switched spots. Your boxers and shorts fell to the floor and she threw you softly against the couch, lifting one of your legs to your ear. You could feel a sticky wetness as your lips pulled apart, hungry for her. She made eye contact with you as she sucked two of her fingers before placing them at your quivering slit. Plunging them in, you let out a moan before you could stop it.

"Please, Jo, I need more, please. Please?" You begged. It felt odd begging, but so totally right.

She didn't hesitate. Pulling her fingers out, she stuck them in your mouth and you licked and sucked them, getting every last bit of yourself off of her. At the same time, she pressed the swollen, wet tip of her cock at the slit of your hole and your head fell back in anticipation of her size. Taking her time at first, she slowly worked up a steady speed using your leg for leverage. The girthy cock plunged deeply in and out of you until you were shaking, nearly crying. You noticed Quinn and Ash had stopped their own interaction to watch you, basically drooling at this point. You felt your cunt stretching and clit throbbing with each pulse, small moans escaping your mouth when she hit the right spot.

Lights flashed over your eyes and your skin ran hot as you approached a climax. Jo panted above you, her face focused and eyes dilated. Each rough stroke sent you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, like a long awaited appointment, you felt your legs shaking and your chest heaving as Jo hastily pulled her cock out, warm cum spurting onto your pussy. She collapsed onto you, hard cock pressed against your destroyed and quivering cunt. You were so caught up in clinging to her during the mutual orgasm that when you looked around the room after, you were surprised to see not only Quinn and Ash still watching in awe, but now Casey sat quietly staring with intrigue, lust, and curiosity.

Casey's POV:

You were unused to seeing Shay bottom, mostly due to your own bottom tendencies, but watching Jo take control and get her way, it was easy to see why Shay was enjoying themself. Your cunt tightened at sight, not jealous of Shay, but definitely eager to have your own fill.

"Thank you," Shay giggled, "That was fun."

Jo chuckled in return and nodded, standing to go find a towel.

"It was, wasn't it?" She said, smirking and returning to clean up your partner. Quinn stifled a laugh, Ash having left to gather some of their things. A door further in the house could be heard closing and you turned to find Sage, chest still barren and skirt still on, but now you could see long, black straps hanging off his hips under the red pleats and knew that he was ready to play more.

Ash crossed back into the room, her pants gone and boxers scrunched up by a strap. Your heartbeat quickened as you stared at the length of it as she walked. Quinn clocked her right away, their eyes widening and legs shifting. You felt almost invisible, like a fly on the wall. It was a pleasant feeling. You enjoyed watching everyone jerk each other off and fuck their friends. Just as you thought you might fade into nothing, a gentle hand touched your knee. When you looked up, it was Jo.

She was bent over so far you could see down her sports bra. You had to force yourself to pull your eyes from her chest to her face.

"Come on," she said confidently. Without hesitation, you stood up and crossed the room with her, grinning when she pulled you into her lap by your hips. Beside her was Shay, cheeks red and all smiles. You kept your legs closed until Jo couldn't take it and spread you open. Shay took one of your legs in their lap and the three of you were wrapped up in a pretzel of limbs as the two of them softly caressed you.

You still had your panties on and Jo was playing the same games Sage had been; teasing you outside of the lace but never touching you too much. You thought you might lose it but just before you could, your attention was caught by Sage stepping over to Ash and Quinn.

Quinn's POV:

So far, the weekend had been off to a better start than you could have imagined. You'd hoped to get to please Casey again, but it was shaping up to be a little more of a butches weekend. Even still, you noticed Case watching you with dark eyes from across the room, legs spread while Jo and Shay teased her through her underwear. Replacing your vision with an equally as pleasing sight, Ash stepped in front of you with a thick, dangling strap on hanging from her legs. You stared up at her for only a few seconds until Sage appeared next to her, his arms crossed and expression smug.

They filled you with so much excitement. Sage pulled you up onto your feet and slapped your cunt through the fabric as his hands pulled your head up by your hair. You let out a small gasp, eyes rolled back and unfocused. When you opened them again, Ash was underneath you rubbing lube over the shaft of her toy.

"Where's your holiday spirit, Ash?" Jo's voice was gruff and playful from across the room.

"Good question," Sage remarked.

"Ahhh, you're right," Ash answered, reaching over for her ghostface mask. Pulling it over her head, she put her hands on your hips and squeezed your stomach and thighs. Stiffening your legs, you felt Sage pulling at your briefs, desperate to pull them off. Glancing over, Casey was still watching intently. You could barely see the whites of Ash's eyes through the mask, but you had to admit it was hot. The mask fell over her neck and meshed with her tank top, leaving only toned and muscular arms showing. Sage helped move you, positioning you right over the tip of the toy.

Ash's POV:

Quinn's eyes widened as you touched them. Though it was a little darker in the mask, you could see two small dots on the side of their exposed neck. Fitting. Sage stood behind them, confidently and firmly moving Quinn right where they needed to be. Their arms gripped onto the chair behind you and you watched their face melt in pleasure as they slid down the length of your strap, settling deeply onto it. Sage was just as intrigued, watching diligently from above before positioning himself behind Quinn once again.

The sensation of hairy legs rubbing together began to blend and you could no longer tell whose limbs belonged to who. Instead, you knew only of the seductive soundtrack of pants and growls, the warm and slick feeling of Quinny's tight core, and the holiness of it all. Letting your head fall back, you let the sensation of Quinn rocking their hips on your lap lull you into a dreamlike state, almost like you were high. A pressure on your legs alerted you to Sage's growing hunger.

"Sage, it's.. I think it's too much," Quinn pleaded, "It's too big." Their words were obviously pointed at Sage but they stared down at you with a euphoric and desperate look in their eyes.

"Ahh, that's not true, bud! I know you can take it," Sage said casually. Quinn let themselves fall onto your lap and you wrapped your hands around their hips, pulling their cheeks open wider with your hands. Sage’s face disappeared for a moment and you heard a spitting sound before Quinn gasped.

"That's better. Thanks, Ash." Sage said, smirking at you. You felt Quinn's teeth sink into your shoulder hard as Sage pressed the head of his toy into their ass. Slowly, over several strained seconds, the length of Sage's toy was pumped into Quinn and you could feel the warmth and muscles of Sage's legs pressed against your own. Quinn’s breathing sped up and their core shook, so you steadied them and began to slowly buck into them again.

Sage’s POV:

Everything happening in the room made you tense up. You could feel the hot slick wetness in between your legs as the base of your strap pushed into Quinn. They were taking it like a champ, truly, and their grunts and moans were so hot you thought your legs might give out. Their hands firmly gripping Ash's biceps and the ghostface mask excited you, made you more eager to fuck them. You pressed on, plunging faster in and out of Quinny now.

You had to admit you were a little jealous of Jo.. Casey was in her lap and you could hear the sounds her pussy was making as she grinded achingly slow across Jo's semi-hard cock. You knew there was no reason to be jealous, Casey was a pleaser and if you wanted more after this, she'd be sure to give it to you. Now that you thought about it, you might actually have been jealous of Casey.. You couldn't help yourself from letting your mind wander into the depths, curious about what Jo's girlcock would feel like against your own soaking, butch cunt.

While it felt a little sleazy thinking of someone else while fucking Quinn, their loud and shaking orgasm definitely pulled you back to reality. You could practically feel their asshole clenching around your toy and somehow, though both were silicone, you could feel the tip of Ash's cock pulsing against your own inside of Quinny. They screamed and sat up, the perfect opportunity for you to grab another fist full of their hair and a firm grip on their shoulder. You bucked and fucked them harder than you had all night and through the nylon straps around your hips and the tensing of Quinn and Ash's muscles, you felt yourself cum as well, legs shaky and uneasy as you pulled the toy from their ass.

Casey's POV:

Something about the semi-rigidity of Jo's used cock made you absolutely feral. You could feel only wetness between the two of you, though you weren't able to differentiate the pre-cum oozing from Jo or the slick juices seeping from your own hot pussy. You sat in her lap and the two of you fit almost like a puzzle. Rutting against her, you slowly worked your hips and let your pussy slide up and down against her length. You could feel her shuddering breaths from behind you as she was clearly overstimulated. Feeling generous, you sat still for a moment, giving her just a moment of peace and calm before once again rubbing your swollen clit against the head of her dick.

"Fuck, Case," she breathed through clenched teeth, hands tightening around your stomach. Before you could answer, Quinn was screaming out in pleasure and your attention was stolen. Sage was behind them, furiously and mercilessly plowing into them. You could see the full length of his strap pulsing in and out of Quinn's ass and the vibratory thrusting from Ash beneath. The two sandwiched them in a circle of pleasure and pain, spreading and fucking Quinn senseless.

You hadn't noticed your still hips until now. You'd been so focused on watching, you finally let out a breath you weren't trying to hold. Something hot gently sputtered against your clit, reeling you back in. Jo's legs were tight underneath you and you could tell she was desperately trying to keep you on her lap, but the suffocating wet sensation of your pussy lips around her head was too much for her and she was cumming again, though this time it oozed down her twitching shaft and onto both of your legs. Using sheer strength, she lifted you gently and placed you next to her on the couch, huffing and panting as she did. Shay was there to receive you, immediately driving their hand against your messy cunt to continue teasing you.

You washed Sage pull out of Quinn and saw the thick, lengthy strap fall beneath his skirt again and hoped you'd get one more chance with him tonight. As Shay's fingers began to slow and Ash helped Quinn to the bathroom to clean up, you figured it was a fine enough lull in conversation to excuse yourself. You gave Shay a kiss on the lips and a wink before standing and exiting to the kitchen.

Preheating the oven, you pulled some premade pizzas from the fridge and unwrapped them, placing them on a rack before turning back to the fridge. As you turned, Sage's tall body startled you. You felt your pussy clench as he stared at you, approaching slowly. You could feel your nipples harden as you looked at the tip of the strap dangling beneath the skirt. You felt your pussy clench and without hesitation, turned around to put your hands on the counter, eager to give yourself over to him.

You spread your legs and felt the sticky leftover cum in your pussy as your lips pulled from one another. You steadied yourself and bent over, opening all of your holes up to Sage.

"I knew you were a good girl," he said, approaching you from behind. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet,” What started as a small pressure against your asshole quickly deteriorated into a long, fat strap on slamming into your asshole and wrecking you. Sage held your hands behind your back and your exposed tits bounced as he pumped into you, strap slippery with lube. His dick hit all the right spots and your earlier encounters replayed in your mind. He pressed the strap all the way into you and moaned deeply into your ear, sealing your case. You felt hot liquid exploding from your pussy and onto both of your legs as you squirted all over Sage and his dick. He moaned and pulsed into harder, your legs weakening beneath you by the second. You struggled to stand, but Sage noticed and steadied you so he could pull the strap out of your ass painfully slowly.