Caught.

An hour later, I was lying back on the bed with my hands on Mila’s butt and her pussy right on my face, tirelessly eating her out. I lapped at her slit, stuck my tongue inside and reveled the taste of her. She moaned and supported herself with her knees at the sides of my face and her hands on my chest.

Meanwhile, Sarah rode my cock with a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth. She was leaning back slightly, her hands on my thighs, her back arched. The walls of her pussy contracted tightly around me, and this time she was definitely going for deep penetration. My cock reached deep inside her, stimulating her cervix every time she bounced back down.

I could barely catch it from the corner of my eye, but thanks to the mirrors, I was able to see their faces. Mila was looking down at the place where Sarah and I were connected, watching her pussy swallow me whole, twitching and dripping. Sarah was looking at how my mouth and my tongue serviced Mila, lapping her and drinking every drop of her juices that went into my mouth.

I could feel it. Watching the other having sex turned them both on even more. Specific details escaped me, but I was sure of that, at least. Of course, it all made it even better for me as well. Having sex with two girls, and knowing that they were enjoying the fact that there were three of us… It was an incredible feeling.

Sarah’s pace started to get a bit faster and Mila’s breathing got heavier. I redoubled my efforts to finish it off. I pushed my tongue deeper inside Mila’s pussy and added a finger on her clit to the mix. I also started thrusting my own hips, no longer leaving it all to Sarah. She kept her hips in the air and let me finish her off.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!”

“Yes!Yes!Yes!”

They moaned and screamed with barely any breath left. They came hard, bodies trembling violently on top of me. And having accomplished my task, I relaxed and let myself go, coming inside Sarah’s spasming pussy. After a few seconds, they both got off me and fell limply beside me.

“Oh my god!” Mila purred and squirmed from the lingering pleasure. “Soft orgasms are great, but nothing beats THIS.”

“Fuck yes,” Sarah agreed. She was on her back, hips still shaking, chest heaving, toes curling, fingers holding onto the bed covers. She looked at Mila beside her, and I saw the sudden idea in her eyes. She took two fingers to her pussy, scooped the cum that was leaking from it, and offered it to Mila, putting it close to her mouth.

The moment Mila’s dazed head registered what her friend meant, she went for it. She licked the cum directly off of Sarah’s fingers without a second thought. She ran her tongue between her friend’s fingers and sucked them for any missing leftovers of my semen. And when her fingers were clean, Sarah pulled back her hand and the girls shared easy smiles.

So. Damn. Hot.

Sarah crawled up to me, got between my legs and began to suck me off, cleaning my dick and gleefully drinking the cum left on it. Still found it a little strange how much they liked it, but I wasn’t complaining.

“I need a breather,” Mila said after a while. “Hot tub?”

“Sure,” Sarah agreed.

I nodded, and the three of us went to the tub on the terrace. From the transparent ceiling, we noticed it was only just starting to get dark.

I already had my glasses off, so I quickly got in, and the moment I sat down, Sarah took the spot to my right and Mila the one to my left. The water felt amazing, especially after all that… exercise. I sank down all the way to my neck and let out a happy sigh.

“What? We’re wringing you out too much?” Sarah teased.

I silently shook my head.

Mila chuckled. “You’ve been pretty quiet for a while.”

“Ah. Sorry,” I said. “I just…!”

“It’s fine, Oliver,” she told me, kissing my cheek.

“There’s a difference between not wanting and not being able to talk,” Sarah said. “You’re naturally quiet and soft-spoken, and that’s fine. You just need to work on saying the things you want, when you want to. And learn to keep a conversation going, I guess, but you’re already getting better at both.”

Mila laughed. “What she said. Besides, we were having sex. Not like there’s much to say there.”

That brought a question to my mind. “Do you girls like dirty talk?”

“Kind of. It’s a weird thing,” Sarah said, genuinely giving it some thought. “There’s definitely a line that, when crossed, can make things cringy or creepy. But in the heat of the moment, it can be really arousing.”

“I agree, but when you think about it, dirty talk is sooo stupid.” Mila laughed again. “I mean, saying stuff like ‘Yeah, you’re so hard!’ Well, duh! Of course it’s hard if you’re already having sex.”

I nodded. “That’s why I prefer to stay quiet. Even saying ‘you’re sexy’ feels like I’m trying too hard, even if I mean it.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Sarah shrugged. “Like I said, it’s hot in the moment. It might sound stupid afterwards, but it can be reasuring to hear it during the act. If I ask ‘you like that?’ all sexy-like, I’m not expecting you to start giving me a lecture about how great every bump of my pussy feels. That’s too much. Just saying ‘yes’ is enough,” she leaned closer to me and kissed my neck, “especially if you do it in that cute, sexy voice of yours when you’re turned on.”

“Oh yeah.” Mila nodded in complete agreement.

My cheeks heated up, but I wanted to believe the heat of the water would cover for me.

We did it a few more times with the time we had left. Every moment that passed I dreaded letting them go. I wanted to spend more time with them, have more sex, talk about trivial things… But it was fine. This wouldn’t be the last time we did something like this. Of that, I was 100% sure. And next time Grace would be with us.

I went home on my own, telling them it was no problem to take the bus. I got home, had a late dinner, talked a few trivial things with mom, and went to my room like nothing ever happened.

I spent some time on my computer before bed. I browsed a few sites and played a farming game for a while. Those were good when I was in a quiet mood.

And then my phone buzzed. I looked at it to see it was a message from Sarah. That, along with a picture.

-Sarah: Like? Y/N?

The picture was of Mila and Sarah in the former’s room, I noticed. Shirts unbuttoned, bras pulled up, and boobs pressed against the others’ as they looked at the camera. Sarah was taking the picture, and she was sensually biting her lip. On her part, Mila playfully stuck a bit of her tongue out.

They totally caught me. They knew I liked the subtle lesbian play.

-Oliver: Y.

-Sarah: Gotcha. Goodnight, Oliver.

I screamed into my pillow.