The night isn't *quite* over

You couldn’t keep the smile on your face as you watched your girlfriends getting ready for bed. Gemma kept grabbing Sabrina’s butt and kissing her neck, and Sabrina clearly was annoyed but also didn’t want it to stop as she switched back and forth from moaning in appreciation to scoffing playfully and pulling away. Then she would get Gemma back by turning and kissing her on the lips and trailing her fingers across Gemma’s mound but not actually touching her pussy or clit.

The reverie you’d found from the bed was interrupted by your phone ringing.

“It’s Becks,” you said, smiling but also feeling your brow crease a little. It was past 1 am on a Saturday night.

“Well, answer it,” Sabrina said, hip-bumping Gemma out of the way so she could get back into the bathroom.

You answered the call. “Hey, Becks,” you said quietly.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said.

Oh. It was that sort of call.

“Hey, Becks,” Gemma said as she crawled up on the bed. All she was wearing was one of your t-shirts, the bumps of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

“Am I on speaker?” Becks asked.

“No, she just knows it was you calling,” you said.

“Hand me to her?” Becks requested.

You handed the phone over to Gemma and they had a brief, cryptic conversation as Gemma smirked at me. Then Gemma rolled back off the bed, heading for the bathroom and lifting up the hem of her shirt to flash you her bum. Her grin at you over her shoulder was an absolute tease.

Gemma and Sabrina, and presumably Becks, spoke quietly in the bathroom for a few minutes before both of your girlfriends came back out. Sabrina, opposite to Gemma, was only wearing a thong. Both of them had their hair down and brushed out, ready for bed, and you had a sense of peace seeing them so natural.

“What did she want?” you asked.

“You’ll see,” Gemma said, tossing you your phone before getting up under the covers with you on one side while Sabrina got up on the other.

Before you could ask another question your phone pinged with a text. You looked at it with a frown and saw that it was from Becks. You opened it up and it was a picture of her in an apartment bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a silk blue negligee that hung from her shoulders by thin little straps and showed off a whole lot of her cleavage. She was giving a hooded-eyes, sexy-lip-bite look.

You blew out a breath at seeing the picture.

“She had another bad date tonight,” Sabrina explained. “She’s looking for a forever-guy and isn’t just putting up with boys with big dicks anymore. And since tonight was a flop, and she was horny, she was masturbating thinking about you.”

“She was going to ask you for phone sex again,” Gemma whispered, snuggling close to your side and dipping her hand down beneath the covers to fondle your cock.

“We said she should text you pictures, and we’d text some back,” Sabrina grinned, taking her own phone and lifting it high, snapping a selfie with the three of you in it.

Another pic came in from Becks. She’d let one shoulder of her negligee fall off her arm, baring one of her perfect breasts. Her mouth was open in a soft pant.

Another one came shortly after. Both tits out, her biting her lip again as she tugged on one of her nipples.

Sabrina took a picture of you kissing Gemma.

Becks sent another, this time she was naked and looking over her shoulder, showing off her butt.

Gemma took Sabrina’s phone and took a picture of you and Sabrina kissing. Then another as you suckled on that sweet spot on Sabrina’s neck.

Becks had moved and was now naked on her bed, showing off her pussy lips with one leg bent to the side. There was a dildo on the bed next to her.

Sabrina hummed a laugh as she let the covers slip down.

The pictures traded back and forth quickly. Gemma and Sabrina both took turns fondling your cock, giving you handjobs, and then licking and sucking on it. A couple of the pictures even had both of them doing it. Becks’ return pictures were a little rougher, not quite as well framed, though that was understandable since it was just her and one of her hands was busy. She started by spreading herself lewdly, then sucking on the dildo to get it wet, and then was fucking herself with it. She showed off her sticky fingers. She turned over and you had to wonder at how she was twisting herself to get a shot from behind herself. She even tested the dildo against her also, clearly putting pressure on it to pop in as the rubber appendage was bending. Then one silly frowning face - obviously her butt wasn’t taking the dildo.

It went on for almost thirty minutes and there must have been a hundred photos sent back and forth until finally you had Sabrina deepthroating your cock as your phone rang.

“Hey, baby,” you said quietly, a little over a whisper.

“Can I come, Daddy?” Becks moaned in your ear. “Please can I come on your cock?”

“You may,” you said, groaning as you let your own orgasm start to release. “Do it, Becks. Come for me while I fill up that pretty little cunt.”

Becks’ moans as she came were musical and delicious. Gemma’s humming chuckle in your other ear was a beautiful counterpoint as she listened in. Sabrina’s chortles of happiness as she swallowed down your load were like a countermelody to the whole thing.

As you and Becks both breathed heavily, coming down the other side of your orgasms, you could hear her grunt slightly as she stretched. “Thanks, John, “ she said. “That was really good. I needed that.”

“Any time, Becks,” you said with a smile. “Want me to delete the pics?”

“No, keep them,” she laughed. “I’ll delete the ones with the girls’ faces in them. Mind if I keep a couple of the dick pics though?”

“Fine with me,” you said, glancing at Gemma who nodded with a smile.

“When are you guys back?” Becks asked.

“Monday afternoon,” you said. “Want to do dinner on Tuesday, catch up on everything?”

“Sure,” she said and you could hear the easy smile. “God, that really hit the spot. Thanks, Daddy.”

“My pleasure, Miss Lusty,” you grinned before hanging up.

“So we’re fucking Becks on Tuesday?” Sabrina asked, coming up from licking your cock clean.

“Dinner doesn’t mean sex,” Gemma laughed.

“I mean…” Sabrina said with a smirk. “It is us.”

That made you laugh.

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