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“I think she was more so asking about if you’re confident that that shitty car is going to turn on again,” Stu snorted and you couldn’t help huffing a small laugh as well. 

That’s exactly what you had meant. 

“Alright, it’s not shitty,” the annoyance in Billy’s tone was all too familiar. He hated when one of you brought up how much of a deathtrap his car is. “It has character and it works just fine.”

“Yeah, because that’s how well you want a big, heavy, metal box on wheels to work— Just fine.”

Billy let out a strangled sound of annoyance through the phone and you could see him roll his eyes. “If you can’t even say that to my face then don’t say it at all,” Billy huffed and you couldn’t hold back a smile. 

Stu promptly lifted his hand to grab yours and pulled your phone down to where he was situated between your legs, so the camera was sending a clear image of him over to Billy. 

“Your car is shit, love. You need a new one before you die on us,” Stu stared right at Billy through the camera and smiled a wide shit-eating grin. 

“Oh for the love of— I’m not going to die! You’re both too fucking dramatic for your own good.” 

“Well, that’s what happens when you leave us to fend for ourselves without you! We regain all our dramatics. How will we ever cope without you?” Stu lifted his free hand to his forehead and gave an overdramatic flourish as if he was fainting. You chuckled at his antics and shook your head fondly. 

“Shush you drama queen,” Billy tried, and mostly failed, to hide his smile when he spoke. “Now give me back to the pretty girl, please, I'd like to keep looking at her for a while before I sleep.” 

Stu let out a loud dramatic gasp and went to move your phone out of your reach, but you were quicker and snatched it out of his hands. 

Then you felt a harsh sting on your thigh where Stu had promptly slapped it in response. 

“Hey! No damaging the merchandise,” you said and squeezed your thighs softly around Stu's head. 

If there was one thing Stu loved, it's having his head between your thighs. Even when you were just lounging on the couch like now, TV quietly playing on a random channel, face timing your boyfriend. 

He was laying on his back with your legs over his shoulders, his head resting between your thighs and his arms wrapped around your calves to look at his own phone as you three talked. 

Stu had also insisted you take off your pants before he got settled, grinning widely at you as if he could hide his drooling expression through it. 

Now he scoffed at you, “Please, that little squeeze is less of a threat and more of a promise for a good time.” Stu turned his head just enough to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh before he settled back completely and focused back on his own phone. 

“Whether or not your car is shitty— Please, promise that you’ll drive carefully tomorrow? The news said it should rain a lot. It already is here,” you turned your attention to the living room window that you and Stu had cracked for the fresh air and the sound of rushing rain echoing through the apartment. 

“I’ll be careful like always,” Billy mumbled, smile clear in his voice even if you hadn’t been able to see him.

“You guys just remember to close that window before you go to bed.”

You rolled your eyes and stared at Billy with a deadpan expression. “Need I remind you that that only happened once, and I wasn’t even home then? That was all pretty boy down there.” 

Rather than reply with words, Stu turned his head and quickly nipped your thigh, making you let out a sound like a mix between yelp and moan. 

“He didn’t like being blamed for that one, did he?” Billy chuckled and you smiled with him. 

“No, he didn’t. But I think he had an ulterior motive for that one,” you mused and slipped your free hand down to slide your fingers into Stu’s hair and play with it softly. 

Stu hummed happily at the attention and leaned his head back into your touch, “I categorically deny those accusations.” 

The evening settled back into steady conversation, quiet words spoken as the rain outside carried on, casting your living room in shadows with just a lamp in the corner illuminating the couch in soft and warm lighting. 

Eventually Stu stirred between your thighs, restless where he was laying for too long with nothing to do. True to himself, he took said restlessness out on your legs. 

It started with him softly trailing his hand up and down your calf, mindlessly drawing patterns by your ankles and squeezing your knees on his way up to the outside of your thigh where he pressed his fingers rhythmically into your skin to feel the give of your softness there. 

You couldn’t hold back from letting out soft content noises, Billy smiling at you through the phone every time, having seen Stu do that exact thing in person enough times to know what was happening below what the camera showed him. He had also seen it often enough to know what would no doubt be next. 

Right on time, Stu turned his head and pressed kisses against the inside of your thighs, his phone long forgotten in his lap as his other hand joined in to trail up and down your legs, pushing your thighs into his face whenever possible. 

You could feel Stu smile against your skin with every soft noise and whimper that spilled from your lips, unknowingly matching Billy’s expression on your phone.

“Pretty boy getting distracted?” He asked knowingly, and you saw him shift his position on the hotel bed he was sitting on. 

You didn’t trust your voice to be steady when you spoke so you offered a soft nod instead. 

“Can’t say I blame him,” Billy purred and let his eyes wander down the screen to where he could see the top of your chest practically spilling out of the flimsy top you were wearing. “You look like sin incarnate already, love. Don’t even want to know how the whole ensemble looks. Probably wearing those shorts that are way too tight for comfort and have half your ass hanging out too, huh?”

You wordlessly tapped your screen to flip the camera and give Billy the perfect view of your lower half. Your top had slipped up just enough to reveal a sliver of your stomach, your panties had little cartoon oranges on them and a small bow right above your mound, your thick and warm socks peeked into view from Stu’s lap, and of course— Your thighs were still spread and draped over Stu’s shoulders where he had wrapped his arms around them and was now slowly digging his teeth into your skin, leaving dark and light bruises in his wake. 

“God, you’re a vision like that,” Billy groaned quietly. “Both of you are too pretty for your own good.” He sounded out of breath but before you could call him out on it, Stu pulled away from your thigh to turn and look at the camera, “Could be an even better view.” 

You instinctively whimpered at the implication and knew you were officially done for. There was no way on earth Billy would pass up that view. Hell, there was no way on earth you would pass it up.

Like you expected, Billy let out an appreciative hum and settled further down on the hotel bed, his hand disappearing from your view. 

Below you, Stu turned completely onto his stomach and grinned up at the camera you were still pointing at him as he reached up and slowly pulled your panties down your legs. 

You helped him along by lifting your hips and bit your lip in anticipation. 

All three of you knew that after a few days apart, when Billy returned tomorrow, you would spend a lot of time in bed together, showing each other how much you had missed being together in all sorts of fun positions and ways. And you also all knew that it would carry a much more frantic energy, pulling at each other to have the right access to the right spots, to give as much pleasure as possible, and to make up for all the unfulfilled daydreams and desires. 

It would be fun, and a lot, and all of you would no doubt end up reaching your peak on and in each other too many times to count — Just how you liked it.

So as Stu slowly lowered himself onto his stomach and kissed his way up your thighs with calm and unhurried precision, you knew that this would carry a much different tone. It was already too late to still call it evening, all three of you were enjoying the slowness and comfort of talking, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this bonelessly relaxed. 

When you felt Stu softly press a kiss to your mound and then your folds, you breathed out a soft sigh and let your legs fall open completely. Stu kissed up and down your cunt, slowly getting closer to your sensitive clit with every pass until he finally reached it, letting out a groan of appreciation himself. 

“Pretty boy looks even prettier between your thighs like this, doll,” Billy’s voice sounded quietly from your phone and you nodded before realizing he couldn’t see your face anymore. 

“Yeah, he does,” you gasped as Stu continued pressing slow kisses to your clit, the pressure varying and making you become wetter with each one. 

Stu thought about a witty reply before deciding he'd much rather keep his mouth glued to your cunt and get a proper taste of you. He flattened his tongue and slowly licked over your pulsing bundle of nerves, making you groan. 

He smiled at your noise and kept going, repeating slow and firm passes over your clit, some softer than others, all of them making your eyes slip closed. 

As Stu teased gasps and sighs out of you, your free hand slowly slipped down to stroke over his hair, not pushing him closer but simply needing something to do other than slide along the couch cushions in search for something to hold on to. 

“Gorgeous,” Billy groaned from the phone and you could see how his eyes were glued to the screen, how he was biting his lip, and how his arm was moving slowly but deliberately in a clear rhythm. 

It was obvious what he was doing and you wanted nothing more than to see. 

“Will I be graced with a nice view as well?” You tried sounding teasing, but your voice came out breathy and the words sounded more like a slow whine than anything else. 

Billy chuckled before adjusting his camera so you could see him properly, half-sitting on his bed with his boxers pulled down to reveal his dick which he was slowly and comfortably stroking. 

You couldn’t help the quiet moan that slipped out from between your lips at the sight, as well as at the way Stu had managed to time his lips wrapping around your clit perfectly.

Billy hummed performatively before speaking with a wide grin, looking at you through the camera, “Almost forgot how much our girl loves watching.”

Stu chuckled, still with your sensitive clit between his lips, and you grabbed onto his hair as your hips twitched under his ministrations. 

“And being watched,” Billy winked at the camera and you were suddenly very glad he couldn’t see the way you had to close your eyes to hold back a whine. 

Usually, Stu would eat you out like a man starved, all enthusiasm and knowledge of how to drive you crazy the quickest, seeing how often he can make you come on his tongue before you beg for mercy— But sometimes he loved to take his time and damn near makeout with your cunt. 

Which isn’t to say that he didn’t eat you out with that same enthusiasm. He was still just as skilled and happy to make you come on his face as many times as possible. 

Except now, he wanted to slowly pull your orgasm out of you. Work you up to it and through it, slowly and precisely. You knew he would only speed up or increase urgency so much, so you planned to wait before you started begging. 

But as his tongue slid over your clit in teasing circles, dipped down to your entrance for a better taste and then repeated the process, you couldn’t help from wanting more. 

“Please Stu, I need more,” you sighed and tilted your hips into him. 

“Oh doll, we all know you can finish just like this,” Billy teased.

Between your legs, Stu nodded as much as he could and hummed once more, another long mewling whine spilling from your mouth at the feeling. 

“And look at him. He doesn’t want this to end, and truthfully neither do I.”

You focused your eyes back on the screen in your hand and took notice of how Billy was leaking precum with every stroke of his cock. Your mouth watered and you wished you could lean forward and taste your boyfriend again. 

Tomorrow. Then you can taste him properly again. 

You kept going like that for a while – Watching Billy stroke himself on the screen, taking in all the details of how he moved, what twist of his wrist made him groan and thrust his hips up into his hand, all while Stu slowly licked over your cunt, dipping just the tip of his tongue inside you before going back to teasing your clit with broad strokes and soft sucks, moaning at your taste and how you steadily pulled on his hair. 

Then you felt Stu shift his weight on the couch and before you could spare a thought to what he was up to, you felt his fingers tease at your folds. He slowly pulled his mouth away and watched as his own fingers slid over your folds before settling to draw lazy patterns over your clit. 

“God, please,” you moaned and felt the pressure behind your eyes shift from need and desperation. 

Stu looked up questioningly at the camera and grinned when he heard Billy groan, “Looking handsome as ever there, pretty boy.” 

“Thank you, I was thinking of staying down here all night.” 

They both chuckled at the sobbing groan you let out before Billy spoke up again. 

“Let’s give her a bit of a break, shall we Stu?” 

As soon as the words were said, you felt Stu’s finger slide into you smoothly. 

The wind blew in from the open window, cool on the bare skin of your thighs and smelling of petrichor, as the rain regained some speed and rose in volume together with your moan. 

This time, you didn’t have to beg before Stu slowly thrust his finger inside you a couple times and added a second one, filling you up just enough to make you needy for more while still making your head fall back in pleasure. 

To your relief, Stu resumed the slow and deliberate thrusts of his fingers into you without making you beg. While it was a slower pace than you would usually plead for, the soft pleasure and desire pooling in your stomach still swirled together tighter with each thrust and you couldn’t complain – It felt good.

A steady stream of whines and gasps were pulled out of you as Stu settled again and wrapped his lips back around your clit, slowly sliding his tongue over it. 

The room was filled with your noises as well as the wet sounds coming from between your thighs, and the groans from your phone.

You forced your eyes to focus on the screen again and saw Billy, his thighs spread apart and tensing as his hand sped up on his cock, spreading the precum leaking from his tip all over himself. The sounds of his strokes were picked up by his phone just enough to drive you crazy and make you stare with desire. 

“No fair,” you gasped as Billy sped his strokes up more. “If I have to take it slow then so do you.” 

“She makes a good point,” Stu mumbled still with his mouth on you, making your eyelashes flutter. 

“I’m not the one laying all seductively on the couch in just my panties, begging to be taken care of and tasted.” 

“Next time,” you chuckled but cut yourself off with a broken moan as Stu curled his fingers inside you and started grinding them into you just right. 

“I’ll happily put on some pretty panties if it ends with one of you between my thighs like that,” the groan that followed was loud enough to make your hips twitch in response. 

“I think we all know which one of us would be faster at jumping between your legs, baby,” you raked your fingers through Stu’s hair when you said it and felt him smile as he sucked on your clit hard as a thank you.

“The one with an oral fixation so bad he’s definitely not letting you off that couch unless it’s for you to sit on his face.” 

Stu paused between your thighs before nodding slightly and continuing his torture, making you ever so slowly crawl towards the edge. 

His fingers had stopped properly thrusting into you but were still curling perfectly inside you, all while his tongue was teasing circles and patterns against your clit in a mix of torturously slow and perfectly precise. 

With your eyes still glued to the screen of your phone where Billy hadn’t even pretended to start teasing himself by matching the rhythm, and instead was now bucking into his hand to chase his release, you couldn’t help your own hips from squirming against Stu. 

So the man in question lifted his free arm and wrapped it around one of your thighs, pinning you down and keeping you still as much as he could. 

You saw him almost rest his forearm entirely across your hip before grabbing hold of your thigh, and the realization that he didn’t want to impede Billy’s view of his head between your thighs made you grow hot all over. 

The slow build finally started to pay off when you felt the crawling speed of your orgasm as it tightened in your stomach. 

“Oh look at that,” Billy purred as he sped up his own hand on his cock and fucked into his fist faster and more desperately. “She’s doing that hip thing.”

Stu chuckled and kept his pace perfectly steady, knowing how important the constant was when he built you up slowly and wanted you to break beautifully. 

“And there go the thighs,” Billy barked a breathless laugh, his own building orgasm finally catching up to him, right as your legs started trembling around Stu’s head. 

You wanted to hide from how well they could read you and knew your tells, but you couldn’t help the warmth spreading in your chest and spilling up to your face. There was nothing that made you happier than to know how much they loved you, how fiercely they showed it. 

“I’m going to— God, fuck, I—,” you couldn’t get the word out but your message was clearly received anyways. Stu still kept the perfect pace of curling his fingers inside you and playing with your clit, and you felt breathless as the knot in your stomach snapped.

With the rain still tapping away at the open window, waves of pleasure came rushing and pulled you under. Your orgasm was slow, sticky and sweet like honey as it spread, dripping down your thighs and making them shake more, splashing onto the couch and onto Stu who was happily groaning below you as his face got covered and your fingers pulled on his hair.

It was unending and made you feel almost dizzy with it, your moans loud but more elongated, as if being pulled out of you with each slowly crashing wave of release. 

You thought it might have been two orgasms, the second arriving just as the first spilled its last wave, pulling you under all over again and making you gasp out both your boyfriends’ names in an overwhelming rush of pleasure. Another part of you was sure it was three. 

Either way, it took a while for you to come floating back down from the high you had just experienced. When you could think more clearly you noticed the sound of the rain again, and how it mixed with the incessant slurping of Stu as he cleaned his own fingers off and stared right at the camera, holding your phone up blindly as he did. 

“Perfect, doll,” Billy groaned through the phone. “Better thank Stu for making sure I got a nice view of that even with him being so occupied.” 

You felt relief that Stu had realized quickly enough that you wouldn’t be able to keep the phone still or even up at all through your orgasm, and had taken over holding it up in time. You gathered as much strength as you could and willed your hand to lift from Stu’s hair to cup his face instead. 

“Thank you, love,” you slurred and smiled weakly down at him. Stu smiled right back and kissed your thighs, licking up the evidence of your orgasm as he went.  

“While I do love the view,” you heard Billy groan desperately and looked back to the screen. “I would also really love to go to bed with an orgasm under my belt. Bet Stu feels the same too.” 

The man in question pulled away from your thighs and handed you your phone. You made sure to keep the camera steady as he got on his knees and sat in front of you, slowly pulling off his sweatpants to reveal his cock— Hard, throbbing and leaking precum onto your legs. 

Both you and Billy groaned at the same time and stared at Stu’s lap with hungry eyes. Before you could offer to get on your knees for him though, Stu pulled your legs together and rested your calves up and over his shoulders. 

Then, out of view, he took hold of his length and angled it just right before slowly pushing in between your thighs, slipping the tip of his cock right through your folds and over your clit to where you and Billy could see it on the other side. 

You moaned softly at the feeling of his wet cock on your sensitive cunt and squeezed your thighs together slightly. 

“Fuck, baby, if you do that I’m not going to last long at all.” 

“Good, neither will I,” Billy answered and when you looked at the screen once more you saw how he had slowed down significantly, revealing just how close he had been to falling off the edge himself. 

With that, Stu started a fast pace, snapping his hips against the back of your thighs over and over again, the tip of his cock bumping against and sliding over your swollen clit with every thrust, making you moan and whine weakly.

You watched intently at how Billy matched his pace and saw how the phone shook as he barrelled closer to the edge in record speed. 

“So good for me, both of you,” you mewled softly and kept squeezing your thighs together over Stu’s cock. Both of them replied with broken moans and you couldn't stop from smiling.  

After having towed the edge almost the whole time Stu was eating you out, unsurprisingly Billy came first. 

He groaned long and loud as his hips bucked uncontrollably a couple times, his cock spilling ropes of come onto his hand and stomach while he stroked himself through his orgasm. 

Shortly after him, Stu sobbed out a loud whine and spread your legs just enough to wrap his hand around his cock and shoot his release over your cunt. 

You could feel the warmth of it as it landed on you, dripping over your clit and folds, shooting across your mound, and some even ending up high on your stomach, staining the shirt you still had on. 

In the moment though, you couldn’t have cared less, soft gasps leaving you at the warmth spread all over you from watching both your boyfriends come, and feeling it drip slowly down your pussy. 

Stu pulled away breathlessly and lowered your legs before sitting back on the couch and staring at you lovingly. You returned the soft look of satisfaction before handing him your phone. 

He understood immediately and pointed the camera at the mess between your thighs. 

You heard Billy groan all over again as Stu used his free hand to reach down and spread your pussy, swiping through his own come and covering your cunt with it even more. 

The slow stimulation made you gasp slowly and then bite your lip, not wanting any more noises to spill, but it was too late. 

“Listen to that Stu, I think pretty girl wants some more,” your boyfriend said and you could only imagine the shit eating grin he was giving Stu through the camera. Apparently, he had sent some other nonverbal communication because suddenly Stu was grinning too and put the phone on the coffee table. 

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you off of the couch alongside him. Then he positioned the phone up against the cushions, switched back to the front camera and threw himself down onto the couch on his back, the top of his head pointing at the screen. 

Just as you were understanding what was going on, Stu pulled you on top of himself, your knees on either side of him. He smiled up at you as he maneuvered you further up to go from kneeling over his chest to kneeling over his head. 

He tipped his head back just a little to give the perfect view to the camera as he stuck out his tongue and licked over your cunt still covered in his own come. 

You moaned helplessly and supported yourself with your hands on the armrest when Stu fully enveloped your cunt with his mouth, tasting the mix of you and him and groaning, your own mouth falling open around a series of gasps and whines. 

Billy finally chuckled and spoke up from the phone, “Told you he’d only let you off of the couch if it was to sit on his face.”

“Don’t you have to sleep soon?” you tried through breathless moans. 

“Oh love,” Billy’s voice was dripping in soft teasing. “I’m not sleeping until I’ve seen you come at least a few more times on Stu’s mouth.”

Right on time, Stu sucked on your clit hard and made you sob with the sudden quick pleasure shooting through you. 

For a moment you believed he was done with taking it slow and would keep going with the same intensity. And in a way, he did. 

Stu kept the perfect pressure, rhythm and intensity, but with none of the speed that would usually go hand in hand with it. He kept you suspended in pleasure and torture as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down onto his face to stop you from escaping the way he was circling your clit with his tongue. 

Instead you started tilting your hips in hopes of getting more.

It didn’t take long for you to be completely overtaken by the need for another orgasm. You didn’t think about how many more Billy and Stu would try to pull out of you afterwards, you didn’t care. 

All you knew was that Stu’s tongue felt like heaven, that Billy’s voice was quietly encouraging you in your pleasure, and that you wanted more.

Everything blurred together as your tilting hips switched into a full grinding motion. Billy had the perfect view of your clit continuously bumping against Stu’s nose, a breathy whine from you accompanying the sight with every contact, and of how Stu’s hands held onto you tighter, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs hard, but not stopping you in your movement. 

Stu actually seemed to be enjoying himself a lot. He was steadily moaning into your cunt and had started thrusting his already hard again cock into the air behind you, where neither Billy nor you could see, in a desperate instinctual reaction wanting to be touched.

He didn’t say anything though, his dick red and leaking at the tip and throbbing in the satisfaction of being the cause for all the noises that were spilling from your lips and all the pleasure you were experiencing. 

Billy could feel his cock filling out again, and assumed Stu was having the same problem even though he couldn’t see to confirm. He still kept his hands to himself as he watched, too enthralled in how beautiful you look like that— your stomach tensing with every slow and deliberate roll of your hips, your thighs shaking just enough to see over the camera and routinely squeezing around Stu’s head. 

He understood his boyfriend well enough to know that Stu was dying of satisfaction with every little squeeze of your thighs, with every whine, whimper and moan that spilled from your lips. 

Billy was feeling the exact same. 

He was still mumbling praises down the line, unable to stop himself from telling you just how good you looked and how well you were doing. 

“That’s it, just like that.” 

“Atta girl, take what you need.”

“Look so good like that, love.” 

“Fuck, I can see you dripping on his tongue, there you go.”

And he really could. Your grinding was slow but firm and sometimes you would slide back and lift just enough that Billy could see the way your cunt was dripping wetness onto Stu’s tongue, outstretched and desperate to taste more, so willing and happy to be used.

At the same time, your mind was blank aside from the growing pleasure – the building knot in your stomach – and the need spreading through you. Your thighs felt heavy and unmovable where they shook under you, your arms struggling to keep you supported on the armrest of the couch.

Your ears felt like they were filled with cotton, Billy’s praise breaking through sometimes, just enough for you to get louder and grind harder against Stu’s face. The cool breeze coming in through the open window made the sweat covering your body dry and left you with goosebumps as the sound of the rain got louder. It spread through your mind as you lifted your hands from the armrest and arched your back, leaning your head back with closed eyes. 

You let the pleasure wash over you as you felt Stu’s fingers dig further into your skin, your thighs sure to show proof of his enjoyment of the situation come morning — Crescent shaped divots, and bruises in the shape of his hands would cover your thighs.

The thought excited you and you felt your thighs reply to Stu’s touch with shaking, trembling in his hold as your hands went to hold onto Stu’s wrists. You looked down at him to find his eyes already watching you. While trying to speak, only whimpers and moans spilled from your mouth no matter how hard you tried to make your lips form the right words.

Thankfully, Stu understood what you wanted to say and nodded at you as best as he could. 

You threw your head back with a loud moan as your orgasm was quickly building and slowly slid your hands up your body, dragging the fabric of your top up as you went, until your tits were free and you could roll your nipples between your fingers, pinching and pulling just enough to make the movement of your hips become more languid. 

With the dual stimulation you were hurtling steadily closer to the edge. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning back further as you kept grinding your cunt against Stu’s mouth, and you knew exactly when you were far enough back that Billy could finally see what you were doing to your tits. 

A loud groan sounded from the phone as Billy's eyes trailed over your form – the curve of your stomach up to your waist, your tits on full display as you were getting rougher with the pinches of your nipples, the stretch of your neck where your head was hanging back, your mouth open to release a litany of sugary sweet moans. 

And of course, front and center to Billy was still the view of your delicious cunt sliding over Stu's mouth, rubbing yourself over his tongue with clear desperation but still at a languid, just fast enough pace. 

You were completely lost in the pleasure that was spreading up your thighs and through your entire body. There was a low ringing in your ears that slipped away as quickly as it had appeared, and made way for the sound of the rain outside to flood your brain. 

The falling drops hit the windows in a near constant rhythm now, picking up speed and volume enough to break through the haze of pleasure over your mind. You forced your eyes open and turned your head just a bit toward where the sound was coming from. 

Right then, a strong breeze came in through the window and you felt it everywhere. It brushed over your thighs that were shaking around Stu’s head, teased your nipples and made them stiffen up more between your fingers. When it brushed up your neck and cooled the heat that was coursing through you right there, you felt like you finally surfaced in the middle of the cold ocean. 

With a loud gasp, the waves crashed around you and you fell off the edge before you even knew you were there. Your thighs clamped down around Stu’s head as you were helplessly grinding your cunt along his face. There were appreciative groans coming from below you, vibrating against your clit and prolonging your orgasm, and you heard a stream of satisfied praises from the phone speaker. 

“There you fucking go, doll,” Billy groaned and chuckled when he got no indication that you heard him besides the twitch of your hips. He loved watching you come, same as Stu, but he especially loved to see you so utterly gone in pleasure, drowning in your own release as you let go without any restraints. 

He watched as your thighs shook and your hips twitched over Stu’s face, heard the man’s muffled moans of encouragement as his fingers dug into your skin and kept your cunt pulled close to his face. Billy grinned as he realized how long you were coming and couldn’t help the desperate moan spilling out when he saw the proof of your release dripping down Stu’s face, splashing towards the phone he was watching you through, and making a mess of the couch.

Meanwhile, you barely registered the wetness gushing between your thighs as an endless loop of orgasms seemed to be taking over your body. You didn’t have the mind to count them and quite frankly- you couldn’t give less of a fuck. 

You heard the rushing in your ears and didn’t know if it was the rain against the window or if it was the blood coursing through your veins. 

The pleasure came to a head as your hands slipped from your tits, one sinking down to weave through Stu’s hair, the other twitching uselessly against your stomach. Stu moaned, too big a fan of having his hair played with and pulled, but the resulting vibrations were what finally made the pleasure turn into overstimulation. 

It was too much. You couldn’t come any more and you pushed against Stu’s head with a wordless whine. The man below you chuckled but took mercy on you. He gave one last long pass over your cunt with his tongue before his grip around thighs loosened and allowed you to lift off of his mouth. 

You whined at the confusing feeling of being relieved for the break but wanting nothing more than to sit back down and let him keep going. 

“Fuck, I could watch you come like that forever,” Billy sighed and when you finally managed to make your eyes cooperate, you saw him shuffling on the bed, readjusting his position and slowly sliding one hand down to tease over his dick. 

Your eyes were stuck to the screen for a moment before you could think of a reply.

“I don’t know if I can make it that long.” 

“Well,” Stu’s voice sounded rough when he spoke up from below you, interrupted by the occasional soft kiss to your inner thighs, “You certainly seemed to be doing fine just now.” 

A low whine crept up your throat and you were far too blissed out to stop it. Your boyfriends chuckled and you wondered what you did to deserve these two perfect men, who were completely and utterly obsessed with making you come so hard you forgot your own name. 

“Looked like more than fine,” Billy hummed and you had regained enough brain capacity to tell he was thinking up something. “Looked like our pretty girl was so far gone she forgot how to breathe.” 

“I think the fact I was moaning proves that I was breathing just fine,” you said as you felt the flustered heat crawl back up your neck over your face, and down over your chest. You hastily pulled the shirt you had pushed over your tits off and threw it somewhere on the floor nearby. 

“She definitely sounds far too coherent to have come enough,” Billy smirked and your breath hitched at the implication. 

“Yeah,” Stu agreed and pressed an open mouthed kiss to your thigh, biting down before he kept going, “she could probably use some more.” 

Your mouth opened in protest, but the moment Stu pulled your hips back down and his tongue connected with your clit in a hungry reunion, you let out a loud moan instead. 

The need was back in full force and you  couldn’t help but agree with them, you absolutely should be coming more before you all called it a night. 

The sound of Billy’s chuckle carried through the phone speaker to your ears and travelled right down to your cunt, making you throb against Stu’s tongue. One of your hands traveled up to your tits again, pinching your nipples periodically. The other went higher to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, simply holding in the same way Billy always would when he and Stu had committed themselves to pulling you apart piece by piece. 

The rain had quieted down, but as your moans became louder again and your hips seemed to gain a mind of their own, the rain picked up speed and you smiled as your head tipped back in pleasure. 

This was going to be a long fucking night.

Maybe it was when you realized you liked it.

Not just the danger. Not just the adrenaline. Them. Their attention. Their obsession. The way they fight over you like a toy they both refuse to share.

Scene: Your Apartment — 1:17 a.m.

You wake to warm breath at your ear.

Freddy. His claw drags down your sheet, metal glinting in the dark. “You’re still so soft when you’re asleep,” he murmurs. “Almost a shame to wake you.” His other hand trails down your thigh, slow and firm.

But before he can dip lower—

SLAM.

Front door flies open.

“Really?” Chucky stomps in, glaring daggers. “You couldn’t wait five minutes?”

Freddy sighs. “The doll’s got jealousy issues.”

Chucky hops onto the bed, knife already in hand. He presses it gently to your chest. “You said I could have a night. Just one.”

You smirk. "Didn’t say I’d behave."

That does it. Freddy’s laugh is dark and low. Chucky's grin turns wicked.

“You really think you can handle both of us?” Freddy purrs.

“Guess we’ll have to teach you a lesson,” Chucky adds, slipping the blade down the center of your shirt, slow, deliberate, slicing it open like wrapping paper.

You shiver—and not from fear.

Scene: The Bedroom — 1:30 a.m.

You’re on your back, pinned under Freddy’s hand, Chucky straddling your hips.

Their mouths are everywhere—Freddy's teeth at your neck, Chucky’s lips brushing your chest, all sharp edges and dirty words. They’re not gentle. They’re not sweet. And god, that’s exactly why it’s hot.

You belong to them tonight.

Their plaything.

And you love every filthy second.

Freddy’s got you pinned, one hand on your wrists above your head, glove still on. The cool, dull edge of a claw sits at your neck, not breaking skin—yet. Just enough to remind you who’s in charge. His weight is comforting in a twisted way: dominant, controlling, unrelenting.

Chucky’s between your legs like a man possessed, licking deep and fast, growling against your heat like he’s marking you with every flick of his tongue.

You moan, hips bucking, but Freddy slams you back down into the mattress with a dark chuckle.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart. You stay still. Let the doll have his fun. I’m next.”

You’re already unraveling and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Chucky pulls back with your slick on his mouth, eyes wild and cocky. “Bet you taste even better when you're crying.”

He licks a stripe up your inner thigh, biting down hard—enough to leave bruises.

“You’re drooling, Freddy,” he teases, tossing a glance up. “Gonna lose your turn.”

Freddy leans in and bites your jaw, hard enough to make you gasp.

“You think I care about turns?” he growls, releasing your wrists just long enough to flip you onto your stomach.

“On your knees, sweetheart. Ass up.”

You obey instantly—fuck it, you’re too far gone not to.

You feel Freddy’s burnt hands grip your hips, dragging you back toward him. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t tease—just pushes the thick head of his cock against your dripping entrance and shoves in slow. You arch, crying out into the pillow as he sinks in deep.

“Ohh, fuuuck,” he hisses, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. “Tight little hole like this? Shit, you were made for me.”

Behind you, Chucky’s already moving, mouth latching onto your neck from the side, nails scraping down your back. He’s rutting his own plastic dick against your thigh—yes, he has one, and it’s way too real. You don’t even question it anymore.

Freddy’s pace is brutal, slamming into you like he’s trying to split you in two. And you love it. Every thrust forces moans out of you, every slap of skin on skin echoing in the room like a filthy rhythm.

But then Chucky grabs your jaw and turns your head, forcing his cock to your lips.

“You can take both of us, can’t you, baby?”

You nod.

“Good.”

He pushes in, and suddenly your mouth is full, your throat is burning, and you’re completely and utterly used.

Freddy behind you, fucking deep and filthy. Chucky in your mouth, groaning and tugging your hair.

You’re overstimulated and dizzy, spit pooling down your chin, nails clawing at the sheets.

“You’re such a good little toy,” Freddy murmurs. “Taking both our cocks like a fucking star.”

Chucky pants, thrusting into your mouth faster. “Gonna cum right down that pretty throat if you keep moaning like that.”

You can’t stop. Your whole body’s trembling. You’ve already climaxed once—maybe twice?—you’ve lost track. But they’re not done. Not even close.

Freddy grips your throat from behind, choking just enough to make your vision spark. “Cum again, slut. Soak my cock. Now.”

You scream around Chucky’s length, body convulsing as you fall apart for them again.

Chucky groans, pulling out and jerking himself once, twice—then spilling across your lips and cheeks, panting, eyes wide with pleasure.

Freddy’s not far behind. He growls deep in his chest, slamming in once, twice more before pulling out and painting your ass and lower back with thick heat.

The room is heavy with sweat, breath, and sex.

You collapse, trembling, drooling, brain foggy and used.

Chucky flops beside you, grinning. “Well fuck, that was fun.”

Freddy chuckles, dragging his claws gently down your spine. “And next time, you ask before teasing both of us like that, or we make it hurt.”

You smile, wrecked and blissed-out.

“…Maybe I want it to hurt.”

They both pause.

Then Chucky laughs.

"Ready for round two, dollface?" Tiffany purred, turning from the mirror. Her eyes glinted with a predatory hunger that made Y/N's pulse quicken.

Chucky snorted. "She's been ready. Look at her, practically vibrating." He pushed himself out of the chair, his movements stiff and unnatural. "Let's not waste any more time on pleasantries."

Tiffany crossed the room, her heels clicking softly on the stained carpet. She stopped in front of Y/N, her shadow falling over them. Without a word, she tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, tilting their head back. Her kiss was bruising, a clash of teeth and tongues, tasting of cherry lip gloss and something metallic. Y/N moaned into her mouth, their hands coming up to grip Tiffany's hips.

Chucky was behind them then, his small, hard body pressing against Y/N's back. His plastic hands were surprisingly rough as they slid under Y/N's shirt, his fingers pinching and twisting their nipples. Y/N gasped into Tiffany's mouth, arching back against him.

"On the bed," Tiffany commanded when she finally pulled away. "Now."

Y/N scrambled to comply, lying back on the creaking mattress. Tiffany crawled over them, straddling their waist, while Chucky positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his blue eyes fixed on the scene before him. Tiffany leaned down, her blonde hair falling around Y/N's face like a curtain.

"You're going to be a good little toy for us, aren't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. She nipped at their earlobe, her hands roaming over Y/N's body, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and exposed.

Chucky moved closer, his hand replacing Tiffany's between Y/N's legs. His touch was clinical, almost curious, as he explored their folds. He slid a finger inside them, then another, pumping them in and out with a detached efficiency that was somehow more arousing than any skilled lover's touch.

"Look at that," he grunted, a note of approval in his voice. "So wet for us already."

Tiffany chuckled, lowering her head to take one of Y/N's nipples in her mouth. She sucked hard, her teeth scraping against the sensitive bud, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to Y/N's core. Y/N cried out, their hands fisting in the cheap sheets as Chucky added a third finger, stretching them wide.

"Please," Y/N begged, not sure what they were begging for.

"Please what?" Tiffany teased, raising her head. "Please stop? Or please more?"

"More," Y/N gasped. "Please, more."

Tiffany smiled, a genuine, terrifying smile. She shifted, moving up Y/N's body until she was straddling their face. "Then show me how much you want it."

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. They wrapped their arms around Tiffany's thighs, pulling her down onto their mouth. They licked and sucked at her clit, their tongue delving into her wet heat as she ground against them. Above them, Tiffany moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Chucky had positioned himself between Y/N's legs. They felt the blunt head of his plastic cock pressing against their entrance, and then he was pushing into them, filling them with a hard, unyielding presence. He began to thrust, his movements short and sharp, his plastic hips slapping against their skin with each stroke.

The room was a symphony of sounds—the wet slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the moans and gasps of three bodies lost in pleasure. Y/N was overwhelmed, trapped between Tiffany's grinding hips and Chucky's relentless thrusting, their body a conduit for their combined lust.

They could feel their orgasm building, a tight coil in their belly. They sucked harder on Tiffany's clit, wanting to feel her come undone around them. Tiffany cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her juices flooding Y/N's mouth.

At the same time, Chucky's thrusts became erratic, his breathing coming in harsh pants. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside Y/N, his plastic cock pulsing as he found his own release.

The sensation of both of them coming pushed Y/N over the edge. Their orgasm ripped through them, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that left them trembling and breathless.

Afterward, they lay tangled together in a heap of limbs and plastic, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Tiffany was the first to move, disentangling herself from the pile and padding over to the mini-fridge.

"Anyone for a beer?" she asked, as if they'd just finished a game of cards rather than a depraved threesome.

It was just the four of them tonight—Her, her hubby, their boyfriend, and their girlfriend; their loving, most trusted quad, entangled together in shared bliss and ecstasy.

Mist, soaked with sweat and beautiful, was on her back with her legs held up in the air, the foundation of tonight's foursome; her slick cunt getting pounded by her Papa, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her one of the many noises they were making, turning each of them on even more.

In her mouth were Omega's (rather impressive) balls, the sweat from them mixing with her saliva, as he buried his big, thick cock deep inside Cassie's dripping went cunt from behind. The slick sound of this and the steady slap-slap-slap of his hips against her ass added to the erotic orchestra.

Cassie moaned in pleasure as she felt Omega reach around to knead one of her sumptuous breasts, just as Terzo reached out to pinch and roll her other nipple. Her moans grew even louder as she felt Mist reach a hand up to play with her clit, adding to the pleasure and tension building in her body.

This really was perfect.

Even more so when she looked up and caught Terzo's gaze through Mist's lovely legs.

His beautiful eyes—one green, one white—were blown wide and dark with lust, his dark hair plastered to his head and face with sweat, his mouth open and his breath coming and going with gratifying effort and strain.

To Cassie, he had never looked more beautiful.

She titled her head up to kiss him, and their lips met with a strong, fiery passion, their tongues tangling together for a long moment until they finally had to break away to breathe.

They kept their eyes locked on each other, sharing yet another long, passionate moment...until Omega gave Cassie a nice slap on the ass.

She yelped, and Terzo chuckled. Mist did too, after briefly taking a break from gargling Omega's balls.

"Alright," Terzo said, playful and determined, "Shall we finish round one?"

"Yes," Cassie and Omega hissed out in unison, while Mist answered by giving a thumbs-up, before returning that hand to Cassie's throbbing clit.

Between Mist's expert ministrations, Omega's deep, hard thrusts, and Terzo concentrating on her face...Cassie was close.

They all were.

Mist was nearly there, and had abandoned Omega's balls and was now tonguing his taint, which earned a loud groan from him. Cassie smiled at this, and reached a hand down to rub Mist's clit, gleefully reciprocating her girlfriend's touch. She then leaned forward to take one of Terzo's nipples into her mouth, knowing that his would send him over the edge.

It did.

Within moments, their shared pleasure reached a beautiful crescendo, ecstasy filling them all and leaving them enthralled in their own utterly blissful highs.

Omega stilled and stiffened as his orgasm pulsed through him, his cock pulsing as it unleashed a frankly obscene amount of cum deep into Cassie's eager, fluttering cunt. This rush of heat prolonged her own trembling orgasm, and she gasped as she was filled up, then moaned softly as she felt it leak out of her and onto Mist's chin.

Mist herself was trembling as well, the thrusts of Terzo's cock and the stroking of Cassie's fingers on her clit sending her off the edge and into an euphoric void, her cunt clenching around her Papa...who himself was lost in his own pleasure, buried deep into her and emptying himself with shakes and groans.

It took both a moment and forever for them to come back down from their highs, all sweaty and full of cum and saliva and aching muscles and satisfaction.

Terzo detached himself first, pulling out of Mist, and gently lowering her ankles from his shoulders before collapsing sideways onto the bed.

Omega was next, pulling out of Cassie and unleashing even more cum onto Mist's damp face, then falling back against the pillows.

Cassie fell forward without support from either man, strawberry blonde hair hanging in and clinging to her face and neck, and laid there on Mist's supple body for a moment before rolling off, now laying side-by-side with her.

They laid there for another moment or forever, all four of them spent and blissed out, before Mist let out a giggle. This triggered a chain reaction, and they were all chuckling and laughing with post-sex joy and love.

"That was perfect," Cassie said, utterly satisfied.

All three of her loves agreed.