With her titty.

"Yes! Fuck me hard, Hannah!" Taylor screamed in her sexy raspy voice.

Beside them, Heather sat naked on the bed furiously diddling herself. She watched while the blonde college girl held her best friend's legs up high and gave it to her hard and deep with a black strap-on. Their skin slapped together with each thrust Hannah made into Taylor's pussy. Taylor's dark bush was already glistening around the tails with her own juices.

"So fucking good!" Taylor growled. Her head rolled from side to side on the bed. "Aaah!"

"Heather, help us here, will you?" Hannah said. "Tay's too loud, someone's gonna hear if you don't do something."

"What can I do?" The younger brunette croaked out.

"Put something in her mouth, Heather," Hannah said, keeping up her thrusts into the long-legged brunette.

Heather's eyes roved round. One of the toys? No, too likely to gag or **** her. A pillow? No-ooo. She stared at her hand, fingers sticky-slippery with pussy juice, and frowned.

"Aw, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" Taylor chanted. Her bright blue eyes stared off into the distance as Hannah filled her again and again.

"What?" Heather asked.

"She likes tits," Hannah said.

Heather gave Hannah a wide-eyed look of surprise. But she moved, leaning over Taylor's face and offering her breast with both hands. Taylor greedily took it in, sucking hard on the nipple. While it muffled Taylor's cries of pleasure, it unlocked something inside. Taylor wrapped her arms tightly around Heather's chest, clinging tightly and sucking hard. Taylor's hips bucked up and down as Hannah fought hard to stay in the saddle and keep fucking her.

"Oh yeah, that's working," Hannah said. "Pull her hair."

"Wha-what?" Heather said. Taylor was suckling and squeezing, wrestling Heather around as her body twisted under Hannah's thrusts. Heather could hardly keep her balance.

"Pull. Her. Hair," Hannah insisted.

Heather wrestled her arms free and knitted her fingers into the roots of Taylor's silky brown hair. She met Taylor's eyes and raised her eyebrows. Taylor blinked twice.

Heather pulled. Twisted. Held.

Taylor growled into Heather's breast and spasmed, arching up off the bed, pulling against Heather's fingers. Her eyes rolled back and her legs kicked out, breaking Hannah's grasp.

"You got her, you got her!" Hannah said. Hannah grabbed Taylor by the hips, fucking her through her orgasm and out the other side, gradually slowing her rhythm as Taylor's motions quieted.

Heather released her grip on Taylor's hair and cradled Taylor's head against her breast, letting the older girl's hard sucking trail off into gentle nursing and finally release her nipple with a sigh, her head falling back on the pillow.

The three girls lay side by side on the bed, Hannah cuddled behind Taylor, Heather facing them.

"All I wanted was a quick come. Take the edge off," Taylor murmured in her husky voice. "Ha ha. You took me to heaven."

Heather blushed, a rare thing for her. Around sex, especially.

Hannah coughed.

"ALL RIGHT. BOTH of you," Taylor said. "Angels. You're angels."

Hannah giggled.

Heather looked into Taylor's eyes for a long minute. Taylor blinked.

"Guess I gave you a hickey," Taylor said. The skin around Heather's nipple was sprinkled with little red pinpricks from Taylor's hard sucking. "Let us know if you want to make up a story about it. We'll back it up."

"Girl Scout's Honor," Hannah said.

Heather giggled. She couldn't think of any likely story for having a round bruise over her nipple that would be better than the truth. "What am I gonna say, I slammed it in the door? Let me know if you think of one anyone would believe," she said. She smiled, feeling more like herself again.

Hannah caressed Taylor's hair from behind and kissed her ear. "Thanks for all the help, Heather," Hannah said. "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Anything?" Taylor added in a throaty growl.

"Anyyy-thing?" Hannah drawled out.

Heather giggled.

"Or are you just going to tell us to go jump in the lake?" Hannah added.

Taylor chuckled, and Heather and Hannah laughed along.