A Lull in the Fucking

“Fuck, yes,” Gemma groaned as you slowly fucked her. She was laying on her back, a couple of pillows under her ass at the edge of the bed to raise her up, and you were standing and stroking into her as you looked down at her gorgeous body. You had one of her hands in yours, just holding it, and had your other hand on her thigh as she wrapped that leg around your waist. Her tits - those glorious fucking tits - were slowly jostling with each thrust as she wiggled to meet them. Her eyes were closed at the moment, but you knew she’d look right into your soul again when she opened them.

“God, you two turn me on,” Sabrina mumbled. She’d gotten hers already; you and Gemma had both fucked her with a loving intensity that had her squirming and mewling and coming her brains out. Now it was Gemma’s turn and Sabrina was catching her breath, laying up near the head of the bed as she sipped on her Gatorade with a bendy straw and kept running a couple of fingers through her flushed and well-fucked labia. She had bright new hickeys on her tits and down her stomach, along with a big one on her ass cheek from Gemma.

“Ditto,” you said with a smirk.

“I’m coming,” Gemma burst out a moan, and suddenly her pussy clamped on you. It had come out of nowhere, surprising you as well, and you drove deep into her and held still as she rode it through.

“Guess that’s the same for her,” Sabrina giggled breathily.

“Fuck,” Gemma exhaled, panting as her orgasm flushed out of her. “That was nice.”

“Just nice?” Sabrina asked.

Gemma rolled her eyes and reached over to grab the brunette's ankle and pull her foot over. She took Sabrina’s heel in her mouth and bit her lightly. Sabrina barked a laugh and pulled away, then stuck out her tongue as she lowered her foot to Gemma’s mouth again and Gemma glared at her but started sucking on Sabrina’s toes. That made Sabrina grin naughtily, knowing that sometime later she’d be doing the same thing to Gemma except probably rougher and sloppier.

You went back to thrusting into Gemma, using your hips to change the angle of your cock inside of her, and she groaned around the toes in her mouth.

“So, I was thinking we should change our policy on Tasha,” Sabrina said.

“What do you mean?” you asked. “Or, how, I guess?”

“Well, now that we know she’s freaky but not a complete city bicycle on a regular basis, I think we should be more open to playing with her,” Sabrina said. “If she breaks up with Mosche, of course. Or I guess if he ends up being a cuck for real like she thinks he might be, but I don’t think that’s the case.”

“Neither do I,” Gemma said, pulling Sabrina’s foot away from her face again. “I think that Mosche wasn’t ready for a girlfriend like Tasha. I talked with her a bit during the party and got a bit more of her side. Mosche needs a starter girlfriend and Tasha definitely isn’t that.”

“So you’re on board for fucking her?” Sabrina asked.

“With a clean test,” Gemma nodded. “How about you, love? Anything change after your talk with her?”

You let go of her hand so you could run both your hands through your hair. “Ugh, I don’t know,” you said. “She’s great. I like her a lot, and I like that she’s becoming better friends with you two. If she were single, like Becks, I wouldn’t really question it. She’s an absolute package. But for Mosche’s sake… I don’t know.”

“Bro code?” Sabrina asked.

“I guess,” you said. “But I don’t know how far that flies. Like… after this summer, I don’t know if I’ll ever speak to him again. Not because I don’t like him, we’re just headed in really different directions and I don’t know what would connect us. So do I consider him a friend?”

“I’m friends with Becca and Charlotte,” Gemma pointed out.

“I feel like it’s different though,” Sabrina said. “You, well we all, like spending time with Becca and Charlotte and it feels like an even playing field. Mosche is a sweet guy, but… God, this feels mean, but hanging out with him feels more like working to include him than hanging out with him. It’s not pity, it’s more like… a situation that’s thrown us together.”

“Sort of all that, but not, but more,” you sighed. “All I can say is that if they break up officially, and it’s a for-sure, never getting back together or hooking up or anything breakup, then I think I’d want to. Anything more than that and I need to not.”

“OK, that’s the line,” Sabrina agreed. Then she rolled onto her stomach and turned around, hovering her face over Gemma’s and kissing her softly. She laid down, cradling Gemma’s head as she looked between the blonde and I. “Anything else we want to touch base on?”

“How are you feeling now?” you asked.

“Better,” Sabrina smiled softly. “Thank you both for helping. I was just having a down day after a stressful week.”

“Good,” Gemma said, taking Sabrina’s hand and bringing it to her lips to kiss her palm. “We both love you, baby.”

“I know,” Sabrina smiled.

“Then I have one really important question,” Gemma said.

“What’s that?” Sabrina asked.

“Why the fuck aren’t you sitting on my face?”

Sabrina snorted loudly and shifted to straddle Gemma’s head. “Fuck her hard, baby,” Sabrina said to me. “Make her squirt, I want to suck it off your cock.”

“As you wish,” you said with a grin, grabbing Gemma’s waist and starting to really speed up. Soon you were pounding her, a soft squelching starting as she moaned lewdly against Sabrina’s pussy.

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“You never did tell me who it was,” you whispered in the dark. It wasn’t quiet - moans and giggles were leaking through the wall from the room next door. Becca and Charlotte had gotten home late, but the three of you were more than fucked out to get turned on enough to do anything about it.

Sabrina shifted softly, groaning a little. “What?”

You pressed your lips to her ear, spooning her from behind. She was the middle spoon that night, squished between you and Gemma. “You didn’t tell me if it was Eric with Lucy or not.”

“Oh,” Sabrina grumbled. “No, it was someone else. Eric is on the outs again, I guess.”

You sighed and shook your head. First Mosche, now Eric. Or was it really Eric then Mosche? Both of the two closest guys you had in your life this summer were absolute messes when it came to women. You made a mental note to call Corey just to check in - you needed someone who had their shit together in your back pocket just to keep you grounded.

You also needed to decide what to tell Eric.

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