Phoebe teases Abbie

Megan was bent over one end of the table. There was space at the other end, and Phoebe ushered Abbie to it. Abbie hopped up onto the table, and leaned back. Phoebe swiftly undid the buttons on her skirt, and lowered it to the floor. She shook off her blouse as well, and tossed those clothes aside.

"You said you were a fucking fox, and you are fucking right," said Abbie quietly.

Phoebe laughed. "You like me? Mmm ..." She ran a finger along her collarbone, touching her shoulder, and noticing that her left bra strap had fallen. "Oops," she said, looking down at her shoulder. She looked back at Abbie, who was smiling, and had begun to caress her own breasts. Phoebe pressed her fingers against her skin above her bra, and then lightly drifted into the left side of her bra, touching her breast.

Jake was torn between two stunning options -- gaze down at Megan's perfectly shaped (and perfectly tanned) ass as he fucked her pussy from behind, or watch Phoebe tease Abbie. Why not both? he reasoned, and kept his eyes moving between the two.

Abbie was totally locked on Phoebe. She was so grand ... or maybe just because she was not American, it didn't matter, Abbie found it captivating.

Phoebe put a finger underneath the other bra strap, and pushed it off her shoulder. "Oops again," she said. Although the bra was loose at the top, it was still clasped behind her back. But the looseness of the top part was enough to show a bit more of her breasts. She still wasn't exposing anything more than a bikini would have, but the context and surroundings made the show so much hotter. Phoebe took a step closer to Abbie, and put her hands on Abbie's thighs. She leaned forward, and as the top of the bra fell slightly away from her chest, Abbie was easily able to see most of Phoebe's tits.

Without taking her eyes off Abbie, Phoebe moved her hands up Abbie's legs, pushing her dress up as she went. Abbie's panties were still on, though also still slightly askew from when Jake was fucking her earlier. Phoebe said, "did you want me to take these off?"

Abbie nodded. "Yes. Oh, yes, please." She shifted her body on the table so that Phoebe could more easily slide Abbie's panties down, which she did. She pulled them as far as Abbie's knees, and then went back to touching her legs.

Phoebe bent further forward, almost as if to kiss Abbie's thighs, but instead turned her head to the right and was face to face with Megan, bent over the other half of the table. "I wonder who's greeting the guests?" Phoebe asked playfully.

"Oh my god," said Megan. "Oh my god! No one is greeting the guests!"

Phoebe cackled. "I bet they can find their way in." She craned her neck over and kissed Megan roughly.

Megan, a little annoyed at Phoebe -- but simultaneously overwhelmed by the feeling of Jake pounding her from behind -- sighed.

Phoebe quickly shifted her body away from Megan, and leaned forward toward Abbie's pussy. She pushed the dress out of the way, and spread Abbie's legs a bit further apart. Abbie leaned back to make more room for Phoebe, who quickly mashed her face into Abbie's crotch and began to lick her. Every move that Phoebe made was swift and deadly accurate. She was like a cobra, swooping in to strike.

Abbie instinctively grabbed Phoebe by the back of the head and gripped her hair. With every pull on her hair, Phoebe worked harder at eating Abbie's pussy. Bent over as she was, Abbie also had a great view of Phoebe's ass swaying back and forth. Phoebe thrust a hand upward, and groped Abbie's breasts as she continued her oral play.

Bent over the table, Megan was facing Abbie, who sat just a little ahead of her. After watching Phoebe fondling Abbie's tits through her dress, Megan reached out a hand get a feel as well. Abbie turned her head to look at her.

"Is it okay?" Megan asked.

Abbie nodded, bit her lip, and closed her eyes again, refocused on Phoebe's tongue in her pussy. With both other women now fondling her -- and one licking her down below -- Abbie was getting very heated. She leaned forward a bit, reached behind her, and unzipped her dress.

As Phoebe and Megan each continued to paw at Abbie, they pulled her (now unzipped) dress forward, and eventually off her upper body. It crumpled down near her waist.

Phoebe looked up again. "Mmm, let's get that off too, shall we?" she said, referring to Abbie's bra. Three women worked in tandem to quickly get the bra off -- Phoebe on one strap, Megan on the other, and Abbie reaching behind to unclasp it. "Oh good lord above, those are the most perfect tits I've ever seen."

Megan glared at Phoebe. "Hey."

"Darling, yours are amazing. And mine are amazing." Phoebe looked down at herself and touched her breasts, squeezing them together. "But these," she looked back at Abbie. "These are glorious." Phoebe stood up to get a better angle. "Can we touch them some more?"

Abbie nodded. "Of course. If you like it, I like it." Abbie scooted a bit to one side so she got closer to Megan. With Megan touching and stroking her body on one side and Phoebe on the other, Abbie was in ecstasy. She tossed her head back and relaxed her body, swimming in the sensation of these two women's fingers all over her skin. She turned to look at Jake, who, while still steadily fucking Megan's pussy, was also enjoying Abbie's show.

Jake had been kind of "treading water," so to speak, but as he watched Megan and Phoebe touching Abbie the way they were, he upped his energy. He began slapping his body into Megan's ass, fucking her pussy harder and harder. Her body jolted forward with each thrust, and she channeled that into tighter squeezes and gropes on Abbie's body.

Phoebe took a moment to herself to step back and admire the scene, and as she did, Abbie pulled her dress and panties the rest of the way off. Phoebe looked across the table -- a naked Abbie fingering herself, getting fondled by a naked Megan, who in turn was getting fucked by Jake. (Jake was still partly clothed, but no one seemed to care.)

"I am so curious how this is going to end," said Phoebe with a twinkle in her eye.