Matty Boy

Sarah must have taken a moment to do it, but I actually felt a little relieved when she called the name. “Matty!” she said loudly. That meant he was going to get off the diving board and wouldn’t be stewing over there getting mad.

“What am I doing?” my roommate said as he came back around the pool and approached the trio.

“Matty, come fuck this ass,” Sarah said.

“What?!” Tom squeaked.

“Holy shit,” Nicole started giggling.

“Uh, Sarah, I’m not doing that,” Matt said.

“What?” Sarah asked in confusion. “What’s wrong with- Ooooh, you thought I meant Tom. No, I meant my slutty sister.” She slapped the side of Tiff’s ass.

“Fuck,” Matt exhaled heavily. “I- OK.”

“Thank God,” Tom sighed. “Hey, wait a second. I don’t want his dick that close to my asshole anyways. What if he pops out and misses and I end up getting stuck?”

“Would serve you right,” Tiff said from under him. “What, it’s fine for me to just go on and get double penetrated like this and you can’t even take the risk of a little hole poking?”

“Tiff, don’t try and claim you don’t want to take two cocks,” Sarah said. “You told me exactly what you did last weekend. And Tom, this just needs some re-organizing.”

“I wonder what Tiff did last weekend?” I mumbled to Miranda as they started following Sarah’s orders to rearrange themselves over there.

“I was thinking the same thing!” Miranda smirked. “Maybe she had a threesome? Or like… a gangbang?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” I said.

“Do you like that?” Miranda asked, grinding herself softly on me again. My legs were starting to ache, but she’d started going easier on the fucking actions. “Like, gangbang porn? Would you want to be in one?”

I furrowed my brow. “I think I could be in one, but I wouldn’t want to watch someone I was with in one.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean me or Nicole or anything,” Miranda said, shaking her head. “I meant like… some random girl at a party. I’m just thinking it would be hot to suck you hard and then send you into some back room to fuck a wild coed and listen to her coming over and over. Then you’d come back out and I’d suck her off of you, and we’d go out dancing or you take me home or something.”

“Miranda, you are way kinkier than I ever imagined,” I laughed. “God, you’re amazing.”

She laughed too, but our attention was brought back to the Piledriver DP that was happening behind us when Tom growled loudly, “Why does this keep happening to me?”

Sarah had re-arranged them so that Tom was fucking Tiff’s pussy in the same piledriver set-up, but ‘reverse’ so his ass was pointing the same way as Tiff’s face. And apparently, we’d missed Matt joining in because he was now awkwardly squatting right with his cock in Tiff’s ass, trying his best not to knock knees with Tom.

And the two guys were inches from each other, face to sweaty face. And I could only assume they could feel each other inside of Tiff.

“It’s not my fault!” Matt grunted. “It’s Tiff and Sarah.”

“Oops, did I do something wrong?” Sarah grinned, putting a finger to her lips like she was innocent in all of what was going on. “Look, just work together, boys. One of you in, one of you out.”

“Hoooooly fuck,” Tiff groaned. “So fucking stuffed. Matty Meat, give my ass a fucking second to get used to that baby’s arm you’re carrying around.”

That made Sarah giggle and grin even harder. “What’s the matter, sis? I took it earlier. Can’t keep up?”

“Fuck you, Sarah,” Tiff moaned.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure they’re fucking you.”

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