The five cent tour

Giving Cattie the tour of our home was a little different than any other time Cass or I had given a home tour before.

The first big difference was that, by the time we left the kitchen, they were both naked. I lost most of my clothes before we made it upstairs.

The second big difference was that after the general ‘This is the XYZ room’ and commentary on the decor features, there was also a tour of the major pieces of furniture. Or, more specifically, the sexual uses of said furniture.

It started, of course, in the kitchen.

“Don’t you love these counters? Perfect height,” Cassidy said.

“Uh-huh,” Cattie moaned and nodded as she clung to me. I was balls deep in her pussy, her legs crossed behind my back as she sat on the counter and pulled my face to hers so we could make out.

“You were right, this table is nice and sturdy,” she later snickered, then gave Cassidy’s ass a smack. My fiancee was bent over the kitchen table as I railed her from behind.

“Isn’t the rug so nice?” Cassidy grinned as she sat with Cattie’s head cradled in her lap while I fucked my delightfully curvy goth girlfriend on said rug, my pelvis clapping against her ass.

“We should probably replace these chairs for the new place,” Cassidy then laughed. The chair was comfy, but it was a rocker and a little awkward for either of them to climb onto my lap - especially when riding actions started.

“Stairs could use a runner or something,” Cattie moaned as I fucked her against them. By that point we’d made it through the couch, the little front bench, the downstairs washroom and crammed in the front closet like we were playing seven minutes in heaven.

“True,” Cassidy replied, stroking her hand down Cattie’s front, trailing fingers between her tits and down her stomach to tease through her trimmed bush of dirty blonde hair, the only evidence of her true hair colour not being gothic black. They both had permission to touch and play but seemed to have silently agreed to keep it to touches and make the tour about getting fucked.

“Well, how are we supposed to use this?” Cattie asked, gesturing to Cassidy’s office. It wasn’t that it was a horrendous mess, though it had gotten a bit much in the run-up to the trip and all the last-minute preparations Cass was making with costumes. It was more that Cass had been really good about keeping her entire modelling business in that room so the rest of the house could be clean. It looked like a Cosplay Hoarders space, including the desk where she did all her photo editing and posting.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Cass asked. “We fuck using the costumes. But another time.”

The upstairs bathroom was next and Cattie was moaning hard as I pushed her face up against the mirror and fucked her from behind forcefully. “Look at how fucking pretty you are, Catherine,” I growled, turning compliments into dirty talk. “God, you’re gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. I could stare at you for hours and never get bored. I want to kiss you over and over. I want to kiss your perfect lips, and your cheeks, and your eyes. Your nose. Your forehead. Your ears. Fuck, Catherine. You’re my beautiful little slut.”

“I’m your beautiful little slut,” she panted, driving towards an orgasm that was making her knees weak. “I’m your beautiful, obedient little slut, Master.”

“Unfortunately the shower is not a sex zone,” Cassidy sighed, gesturing into the space. Cattie’s hair was a mess and she was grinning lazily, her orgasm having ripped through her powerfully. “The floor is way too slippery for some reason. I’ve tried everything, even one of those grippy bath mat things; it just slides around.”

“Alright,” Cattie sighed, grinning up at me for a moment. “We’ll just have to find some other shower to have sex in.”

The bed got a thorough exploration, but only once a longer break occurred while Cass gave Cattie a tour of her makeup station in our bedroom. And my fiancee had gotten the same pressed-to-the-glass treatment against that mirror.

“I love you, gorgeous,” I groaned, hugging Cattie to me as she whimpered into my shoulder. My cock was buried deep in her pussy, her tits mashed to my chest and her sweat-slick back under my hands.

“Holy fuck, Robbie,” she gasped breathily.

I chuckled in my chest and kissed her ear before looking down her body and between the cleavage of her butt cheeks where Cassidy was grinning at us with her eyes. “I think she’s enjoying this, baby,” I said.

“So good,” Cattie mewed.

My fiancee was tonguing my girlfriend’s ass, and they were both loving every minute of it.

“I need to make dinner,” Cass groaned a little later.

“Make her come, Cattie,” I ordered, palming my girlfriend’s perfect, large breasts lovingly. I had slowed down our fucking, knowing that I could blow at any moment and wanting to make the moment last. The slow stroking into Cattie while she was on her back was helping me extend my stamina, but seeing her chin bob and wiggle, mashed to Cassidy’s pussy lips and clit hood as my fiancee sat on her face, had the opposite effect.

Cattie ended up coming first, but not for lack of trying. She just got there before Cass did. Her orgasm set me off though, seeing her body jiggle and her tits jump as she rode her pleasure while trying to focus on her best friend. That set me off next, and while I was tempted to drop another thick load of cum into my girlfriend’s depths, I pulled out instead. The rational part of me could have said something like ‘I didn’t want her to have to deal with it oozing out of her when we went down for dinner,’ but the realist part of me, the one that was willing to listen to the dirty, filthy part, knew it was just because I wanted to see Cattie covered in my cum.

I unloaded, my ass clenching hard as every muscle in my pelvis flexed and fired off rope after rope of cum, streaking her stomach from mound to tits, as I groaned and growled with my release.

That show set Cassidy off, the third in our chain, and she fell towards me as she ground her clit against Cattie’s lips and leaked her taste all over her best friend’s face.

When we’d both fallen aside, I was cuddled up behind Cattie while Cassidy snuggled her from the front.

“Welcome home, bestie,” Cassidy said quietly, grinning as she looked into Cattie’s eyes.

“Thanks, bestie,” Cattie murmured back, then reached behind her to slide a hand across my hip. “For everything.”

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