You don’t want to decide

“Woah, I’m not getting caught in this trap!” you say, pulling yourself away from the sexy lady sandwich. “If I pick one of you, the other’s going to be upset!”

“Well, then how are we going to decide?” Skylar asks.

“Hmm…” you think. You really don’t want to choose a side since that’s just going to gain resentment from the other side. “I’m sure there’s a fair way to do this…”

“How about the first one to get the other to cum gets to ride John?” Sabrina suggests. You look at her in surprise.

“I like that idea!” Chelsea tells Skylar. She walks over and slides her fingers down the dirty blonde’s belly.

“Mmm… You’re on!” Skylar smiles, running her fingers in between Chelsea’s legs as well.

Olivia’s eyes go wide. She darts her eyes back and forth between her two friends and asks, “How long have you two been… this close?”

Skylar and Chelsea look at their former schoolmate and then to each other.

“Actually, this is our first time,” Skylar reveals.

“Really?!” Olivia asks, shocked.

“Well, not right now, maybe ten or fifteen minutes ago…” Skylar admits.

“Yeah, we didn’t even plan it, it just kind of happened,” Chelsea shrugged.

“I made her cum!” Skylar whisper-gloats.

“Wow…” Olivia responds in amazement. Her friends giggle and share a hug.

“It’s not that big a deal once you get down to it,” Chelsea says, giving Olivia an inviting stare.

Olivia hides behind the camera phone and stays quiet, simply giving them an encouraging smile. The two competing for your cock return their focus on each other. They ease their way back to the couch and start making out as their fingers probe each other’s snatches. They make pleasured moans and giggles as they fondle one another, jockeying for a more dominant position. Soon, it’s Chelsea that finds her way on top. She slips her knees between Skylar’s legs and grinds into her.

As the scene unfolds, you sit yourself onto the arm of Sabrina’s chair. She looks up at you with a bewildered grin. It isn’t just you that is in shock at how things have been twisting and turning today. You smile back and shrug, then the both of you continue to watch the girls on the couch.

Chelsea turns to the camerawoman and asks, “Are you getting all this, Liv?”

Olivia bites her bottom lip and nods.

Skylar lifts her own leg and presses it against Chelsea’s mons. They rub against each other some more with Chelsea bobbing up and down like she’s riding a horse. This doesn’t seem to be doing it enough for them and they quickly readjust. With both of them sitting up, Chelsea moves in so that their legs intertwine and their peaches touch.

“Mmm… get a good shot of that, Olivia!” Skylar sighs, nodding towards their privates meshing together. Olivia dry swallows and leans in closer. Her cheeks are bright red. Their natural lubricant sticks to their skin, making wet smacks as they pull apart and push together. “Is this getting you hot, Liv?” Skylar teases, noticing the camera woman’s intense staring at their erogenous zones.

“Uhm… kinda…” Olivia admits in a husky tone. She tugs at the collar of her shirt.

“It’s getting me hot having you watch…” Chelsea tells her. She licks her lips and watches the watcher.

“Y… yeah?”

“Remember that time we made out at Sandy’s party?” she asks.

“Yeah, I remember…” Olivia says. She sneaks a quick glance at Chelsea while keeping the camera trained on their kissing pussy lips.

“Want to do it again?” Chelsea asks.

Olivia stares at the petite brunette in awe for a long pause. Suddenly, she remembers she was asked a question and shakes herself out of her stupor. “Yeah… yeah, I would…” she utters, leaning in closer.

Chelsea grins and leans over. They meet in the middle and share a kiss. Skylar uses this opportunity to move up, leaning over Chelsea to get better pressure onto her swollen pussy. Chelsea doesn’t struggle, too lost in Oliva’s lips.

“Is this making YOU hot?” you murmur to Sabrina. You feel like you’re watching a live theater play in your living room.

Sabrina glances up at you and makes a wry grin before she whispers, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” You shiver with excitement at the open invitation.

There is no question in your mind that you take the offer. Your fingers slip down her belly and slide underneath her cotton panties. She sighs softly in your ear as you feel the moist mound underneath, slick with juices. Your eyes widen at the discovery. Her pussy is warm, wet and so tender. “Mmm….” she moans quietly.

With the others distracted, they pay no attention to Sabrina, stretching back to pull her top off and then reaching over to clasp your cock. You perk up, straightening up on the arm of the chair. You’re not used to the model student being so forward.

“I can see you’re excited about all this too!” she mentions, giving you a firm tug.

“Ah…” you respond, massaging her vulva before sinking a finger inside.

“Mmm…” she murmurs, taking a quick second to pull down her panties so she can lean back and spread her legs. You stare down at the sultry nymph wishing you had two cameras to record both events at once. She moves to the side, allowing you to slip into the seat, then plants herself on your lap. Your cock is rock hard at this point and only inches away from Sabrina’s gushing pussy. It takes all your concentration to turn your attention back to the trio on the couch.

Olivia is no longer holding the camera straight, she’s too distracted by Chelsea’s soft lips and probing fingers. Skylar is taking advantage, no longer tribbing with Chelsea, but openly plunging several fingers into her juicy hole. As she brings Chelsea closer and closer to the edge, Chelsea kisses and fondles Olivia with abandon, frantically sucking air with the urgency of an impending orgasm.

Suddenly, Chelsea’s body spasms. She clasps onto Olivia’s head and holds on tight as her entire body trembles. She cries out with an aching moan, shivering enough to shake the girl with the camera. Olivia has the wherewithal to capture the event, holding the phone up for a selfie and framing herself with Chelsea, doing her best to get as much in the shot as she can.

“AaaaAAaaahhh!” Chelsea moans, spilling herself all over your couch.

After a minute or so, Chelsea’s spasms die down and she pants, melting onto the couch. Skylar pulls herself off and quickly saunters over to you and Sabrina.

“I guess that means I win!” Skylar smiles.