Too hot to handle

With a little more time and banter behind us, we all got up and started heading towards the rides…or at least, I thought everyone got up. Nia and I found that Rina stayed seated on the bench with a far away expression on her face; she appeared to be lounging, her legs curled up diagonally to her torso.

Nia: You good, dude?

Rina jolted slightly at the question and adopted her standard, cool attitude.

Rina: All good. Just…wasn’t ready to go yet. Legs fell asleep, ya feel me?

Upon a more thorough inspection, her movements were actually quite rigid and minimal. Her legs were locked pretty tightly together as well… Realization dawned on me in that moment, and heat filled my brain.

Emery: Ohhh…

Involuntarily, a noise of understanding escaped me. Rina’s eyes went wide and her smile took on that slight awkward bend I was becoming familiar with. Nia looked between us questioningly, but her confusion quickly cleared up and powerful foxiness took its place.

Nia: ~Oohh nooo, I see~.

Nia bit her lip and waltzed back over to the bench, swinging her hips with swagger before sliding next to Rina’s backside. She arched her legs over the athlete’s and leaned in close to her ear with a whisper.

Nia: Having my ass on your lap cause a big problem~? I’m sooo sorry~.

Nia and I were on the same page. This was too good of an opportunity to go to waste. Rina didn’t need time, she needed help. Giddiness closed my throat. I looked around for somewhere we could take care of her. Luckily we were in a less trafficked portion of the park, and a pair of family bathrooms were located just a dozen or so meters away.

We each slipped one of Rina’s arms over our shoulders — though with our height difference, it may have been more accurate to say I was holding the arm instead of her — and hastily led her over to the small building, pantomiming as if she was going to throw up.

The three of us piled through the door of the bathroom and locked it.

Nia practically slammed Rina against the wall and fell to her knees, loudly popping the skirt snaps in front of her. I sat on the toilet seat and wrestled clumsily with my zipper as I watched.

Rina’s dick surged up as it was freed from its elastic confines, knocking its owner’s top abs with a resonant clap. Nia’s hands immediately shot to their targets, one stroking the top of Rina’s shaft and the other fondling her balls. My love then shoved her face underneath, emulating their position from last week’s session. She took it a step further this time, however, running her tongue along the huge orbs and pressing them against her lips with her groping hand. The sounds of labored breathing and loud, wet kisses filled the small room.

Her mouth smacked as she momentarily pulled back, a small trail of drool still tying her tongue to her targets.

Nia: ~Ahhh fuck~! I’ve been waiting for this all week~! Gotta make sure I get a real good taste to make up for last time~!

Nia’s “victim” shuddered violently as the horny redhead dove back in. The stroking picked up the pace and kissing noises evolved into loud sucking — Rina shoved a hand to her mouth to stifle her guttural moans. Her knees quaked and bent unsteadily, causing her equipment to press deeper onto Nia’s face.

It was all I could do to stay quiet as well; I was a mess, jerking off feverishly while watching Nia completely lose herself in this primal experience. With her mouth now fully occupied, her fondling hand migrated from Rina’s crotch to her own, frantically ripping off the straps of her pleated skirt and slipping under her now exposed white lace to begin masturbating. She was amazing. She was radiant! My body clenched and teeth gritting, I struggled desperately to keep from cumming too soon.

The fingers covering Rina’s mouth spread apart, saliva flowing through the now open digits and down her arm.

Rina: Dammit Nia~! How is your mouth so perfect~!?

Her free hand locked around the back of Nia’s head and held it against her sack. Nia’s hands sped up and a throaty noise emanated from below.

Rina: ~Hoooly…! Ooh Nia! Please keep swirling your tongue like that~!

I knew how excellent my beloved was at oral servicing, and my imagination went wild as I pictured the many skillful maneuvers she could be inflicting upon Rina at the moment. My hand was coated at this point. I hastily grabbed several handfuls of toilet paper and wadded them up in preparation.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one who was on the razor’s edge. Rina and Nia’s muffled moans both escalated, and their entire bodies shook in earnest. Splattering came from both of them, as thick droplets of lubricant dripped off their sexes and onto the tiled floor.

Rina: I…Ah~! God I-I’m so close!

The shuddering brunette snapped her head in my direction, her smoldering gaze and coarse vocals searing my soul.

Rina: W-where am I cumming, Em!? ~Ah! Hurry~! I’m about to bust so fucking hard.

Emery: …Down her throat! Don’t let Nia spill any of it~!

My mouth moved before I could think. The words were spoken with conviction and authority. Thoughts raced a mile a minute, debating back and forth in response to my demand.

Aren’t we moving a little fast? You’re just being practical, it’s to avoid a mess. Is Nia going to be able to handle all that? She’s the one who said she wanted a taste all week; be a good boyfriend and give it to her~! Will Rina be too rough with her? She’s taken you to the hilt before, what’s a few more inches? Am I sure about this? You don’t care, this is so hot~! …I couldn’t deny that logic, and didn’t try to.

Rina stuck her tongue between her teeth in a crazed gesture of thrill and wrenched Nia from her balls with a wet pop. She guided her lust blinded partner by the hair to the tip of her throbbing member, on which the messy redhead abruptly latched with an audible slurp.

Rina: ~Ohhh! Oh shit!

Rina’s hips bucked and she held tightly onto Nia’s head. She impaled my love down on her dick with startling ease. Whether it was her muscles, Nia’s spirited warm-up, or sheer horny eagerness on both their parts, the results were the same. The crown and several more inches sunk in before I heard Nia’s throat protest the massive intruder, then at least two additional inches followed that before they stopped pushing — agreeing through some unspoken understanding that it wouldn’t be good to try their luck.

Both of Nia’s hands now dug into her underwear; ravaging her pussy hectically in ways I could only see the vaguest outline of. She groaned around the slab of cock in her mouth as her body shivered in sexual delight, the portion of her voice that was scrutable through the gags pitching high and sharp. I could recognize that tone anywhere. She was cumming. Hard.

Just knowing that set me off, and Rina too, it seemed. Both of us hit climax in rough unison, faces scrunched and teeth clenched as we resisted crying out in ecstasy. We all did our best to silently endure the pleasure of the moment. The only things audible were the inevitable; the crowds milling outside, rides rattling along their titanic rail tracks, and the sounds of Nia gulping down Rina’s seemingly endless load.