Photo Finish

The stage pulsed with heat. Alex was writhing in the spotlight, limbs trembling, her fourth orgasm rippling down her body like a seizure. The vibe hummed, passed from hand to hand in the crowd like a sacred relic. Her moans echoed against the open rooftop, raw and ragged.

Rachel stood nearby, basking in the glow of victory, still completely naked, her skin shining with sweat and spilled drink. She leaned back against Sam’s chest, her ass brushing his thighs, his still-hard cock twitching between them.

Maxine stepped forward through the throng, the crowd parting for her like she was royalty. Camera slung around her neck. That same smug grin.

“Well,” she said, eyeing them both up and down, “you two won the whole damn dorm tonight. Victory photo time.”

Rachel turned to face her. “Here? Now?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Maxine said, raising the camera. “Posterity. And porn, I guess.”

Rachel smirked, then turned to Sam and grabbed his cock in one smooth motion.

“Say cheese,” she said.

Sam twitched. “Rachel—”

She began stroking. Slow. Methodical. Her hand worked him like she was tuning an instrument, just enough to make his legs tremble. He was already soaked in sweat, in orgasm, in overstimulation—but that pill wouldn’t let him stop.

His hands shot out, instinctive. They landed between Rachel’s legs, his fingers sliding between her thighs, into the slick wetness she’d been carrying all night.

She gasped. Just once.

They kissed. Sloppy, messy, breathless.

And just as Maxine clicked the shutter—

Sam came.

Hard. All over Rachel’s stomach, her breasts, her hand. His moan was strangled, raw. Rachel’s eyes fluttered shut—then her back arched, a final orgasm washing through her.

And Maxine?

Maxine moaned, soft and shuddering, the camera dropping slightly as her own orgasm hit. One hand slid down her hip, not even pretending to be subtle.

Click.

Behind them, on stage, Alex’s fifth orgasm tore through her. She screamed. Her restraints vanished. She collapsed onto the stage floor, panting, slick, ruined. Applause erupted. It might’ve been for her. It might’ve been for all of them.