You take your ring off

Isabella lies cradled between Jess and Amy, her body soft and glowing in the golden late-afternoon light. The three of you are a lazy, sweat-slick tangle—limbs overlapping, breaths still uneven, skin sticky with shared arousal.

Isabella traces a finger down Jess’s collarbone, then across Amy’s hip. “I love having you both like this,” she whispers, voice husky and sated. “But… I miss him.” She turns her face toward Jess, eyes dark with renewed hunger. “I want Jason back. Just for a little while.”

Jess—you—smile softly, brushing a curl from her forehead. “You sure?”

Isabella nods, biting her lip. “I want to feel my boyfriend inside me again… with Amy here too.”

Amy’s blue eyes sparkle with understanding and heat. She stays put, ring firmly on her finger, petite curves pressed against Isabella’s side.

You reach for the bronze ring and slip it off.

The change washes over you quickly—breasts flattening, hips narrowing, hair shortening. In under two minutes, Jason lies where Jess was, naked and already hardening under Isabella’s gaze.

Isabella’s breath catches at the sight of you—familiar lean muscle, the cock she knows so well now fully erect and curving toward your stomach. She shifts immediately, crawling down your body, her full breasts dragging across your skin.

She starts slow—soft kisses along your shaft, tongue tracing the vein underneath, then swirling around the head to taste the bead of pre-cum there. Her hand cups your balls, massaging gently, rolling them in her warm palm as she takes you deeper into her mouth—lips stretching, cheeks hollowing, saliva coating you in slick heat.

Amy watches for a moment, then leans in from the side, blonde hair falling forward as she joins Isabella. Her tongue licks along the base of your cock while Isabella sucks the head, their lips meeting in wet, shared kisses around your shaft.

Isabella pauses, pulling back slightly, a flicker of possessiveness in her eyes as she glances at Amy sharing what has always been only hers.

You reach down, stroking her cheek gently. “It’s okay, babe,” you murmur, voice low and reassuring. “She’s part of this with us. Nothing takes away from you and me. I want you to feel good—let her share.”

Isabella searches your face, then softens, nodding. She leans back in, sucking you deeper while Amy mirrors her on the other side—two mouths working you in perfect sync, tongues sliding against each other and your cock, saliva dripping down to your balls.

After a minute, Amy travels lower—licking a slow stripe over your taint, pressing firmly, then circling your asshole with the tip of her tongue, teasing the tight ring before pushing inside just enough to make you groan and buck.

Isabella takes over the cock fully now, bobbing faster, hand pumping what she can’t fit. The dual sensation—Amy’s tongue fucking your ass, Isabella deep-throating you—has your hips rolling involuntarily.

Isabella pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your glistening cock. She climbs up, straddling you in reverse cowgirl—facing Amy—so Amy has a perfect view. Isabella guides your cock to her soaked entrance and sinks down slowly, both of you moaning as her warm, slick pussy swallows you inch by inch until she’s fully seated, ass resting against your hips.

She starts to ride—hips rolling in deep circles, soft belly rippling, breasts bouncing heavily. Amy kneels between your spread legs, leaning in close—tongue flicking Isabella’s swollen clit in rapid circles, occasionally dipping lower to taste where your cock pistons in and out of her dripping cunt, lapping at her stretched lips and your slick shaft.

Isabella moans loudly, hands bracing on your thighs for leverage, riding faster, pussy squelching audibly. “Amy—god—your tongue—”

After several minutes of shuddering pleasure, Isabella shifts forward. She lifts off your cock with a wet sound and moves up your body, straddling your face, lowering her drenched folds onto your waiting mouth.

You dive in immediately—tongue spearing deep, then flicking her clit, sucking gently as she grinds against you. Amy takes Isabella’s place on your cock, sinking down with a shared groan—her tight, ring-made pussy gripping you perfectly. She rides steadily, breasts bouncing, leaning forward to kiss Isabella deeply above you.

The rhythm is perfect—Amy slamming down onto your cock, Isabella grinding on your tongue, both girls making out messily, hands roaming each other’s bodies, pinching nipples, pulling hair.

Breaths come faster, moans louder, bodies trembling on the edge.