Chapter 8: It Never Hurts to Help
The rest of Maggie’s day seemed to race past. Everything looked great: classes were going well, she was doing a good thing (a really good thing!) for Claire, and Leo was awesome. As she left her last class, Maggie thought of Leo, and, almost like magic, her phone pinged. Leo was greeting her and asked if she had dinner plans.
Minutes later she was holding his hand at the door to the cafeteria, and as they stood in line, she even got a slow kiss from him. When they eventually found seats with their trays of food, she got another kiss and squeezed his thigh before the soccer team descended on the table.
Leo introduced Maggie as his girlfriend, and she found herself nodding and smiling at the friendly faces all around them, feeling strangely proud that she was now someone’s girlfriend.
After dinner they wandered through the student center, fingers still intertwined, talking about mundane things like finals schedules and Leo’s upcoming away game. It was easy and comfortable—the kind of low-key happiness that made Maggie’s chest feel warm. She was learning, fespite the emotional chaos of the past few weeks, how nice it was to just… exist with someone.
When Leo walked her back to her dorm, she lingered at the entrance, not wanting to say goodnight yet.
He leaned against the brick wall, his soccer bag slung over one shoulder, watching her with that quiet intensity that always made her feel both seen and understood. The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier in the day.
"You've been different lately," Leo said, his voice low. "Not in a bad way," he added quickly, seeing her expression shift. "Just... more confident. Like you've found something that fits."
Maggie tilted her head, studying him. "Maybe I have," she admitted. "Or maybe I'm just figuring out who I am when I'm not hiding."
Leo reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She took his hand and pulled him around a darkened corner. Her kiss started soft, but gradually grew more intense, until he was pulling her against his barely restrained cock tucked into his soccer shorts. After a few moments of that, she briefly put her finger over his lips, then dropped to her knees at his feet. Before he could object, she’d pulled his shorts enough to free his cock then sucked the head liquidly into her mouth.
She looked up at him, then popped him out, licking her lips.
“Remember that first time we met, Leo? When you saved me from that guy grabbing my ass in the library?”
Leo nodded, his breathing already getting ragged.
“You never told me what he said to you,” Maggie murmured, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.
“He called you a stuck-up bitch who needed a real man to put you in your place,” Leo growled. “I told him if he ever touched you again, I’d break his fucking wrist.”
Maggie moaned around his cock, her hand stroking his shaft while she took him deeper into her mouth.
The memory of that night still made her pulse quicken—not the fear, but the way Leo had stepped in without hesitation, protecting her without asking permission first. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice husky.
“That’s when I knew you were different,” she admitted, swirling her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cockhead before taking him back in. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. Leo groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.
“You didn’t just defend me,” she murmured against his skin. “You *saw* me.
Not the quiet girl in the back of the lecture hall, not the girl who never spoke up in class. You saw *me*.” Maggie’s voice was soft as she pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet *pop*, her lips glistening. Her fingers tightened around his shaft, teasing the underside of his length with slow, deliberate strokes. “And that’s when I knew I had to find out what you tasted like.”
Leo groaned, his hips twitching forward involuntarily. His fingers tangled in Maggie’s dark hair, his grip light but possessive. “Fuck, Maggie—” he gasped, his voice rough.
His thighs trembled as she dragged her tongue up the thick vein of his cock before taking him deep again, her throat fluttering around the head.
She popped off with a wet sound, her fingers still stroking him slowly. “You taste even better than I imagined,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. She did not speak as she took his beautiful cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Sometimes, in the heart of their passion, Leo would she was made for such things. And sometimes, she believed it of herself, because he felt so good when she swallowed around him.
She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, her tongue wrapping around his shaft as she pulled him to the back of her throat. His cock pulsed in her mouth, and she hummed around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk.
He groaned again, louder this time, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Maggie—fuck—” His voice was rough, strained, and she loved it. Loved the way he sounded when she did this to him. Loved the way his body trembled when she sucked him hard, when she took him deep and held him there, her throat fluttering around the head.
She could feel how wide her mouth was stretched open, and she reveled in it, pleasing the man she was falling for.
She was so wet she could feel it dripping down her thighs as she sucked him, and she moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in her mouth.
Leo’s hips jerked forward instinctively, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Maggie’s gag reflex kicked in, but she forced herself to breathe through her nose, relaxing her throat as she swallowed around him, taking him even deeper. The head of his cock pulsed against the roof of her mouth, and she could feel him swelling, getting harder.
She pulled back just enough to take a breath, then dove back down, her throat opening around him as she took him all the way.
Leo cupped her chin and whispered, “Now, baby, now…”. She pressed so that her nose was on his pubic hairs. And then he gave a faint roar and his cock jerked in her throat. His creamy seed erupted down her throat and she swallowed it all. When he was done, she cleaned him with her lips and tongue, then tucked him back into his shorts.
Leo helped her stand and then kissed her hard, unafraid of his own taste. She patted his cheek and slowly drew back. “Text me after practice?” Reminded that he had somewhere to be, Leo started running, calling backwards, “I will, Mags!” And then he was gone.
Maggie slowly walked inside and up the stairs to the dorm room. When she opened the door, she found Abby and Claire in a 69, both of them naked, their bodies glistening with sweat and arousal.
Claire’s head was buried between Abby’s thighs, her tongue working furiously against Abby’s clit while Abby’s fingers were buried knuckle-deep inside Claire’s dripping cunt. The air was thick with the scent of sex—musky, sweet, and intoxicating—and the wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths and fingers filled the room.
Maggie leaned against the doorframe, her breath catching in her throat as she watched them. Claire’s hips were bucking wildly, her thighs trembling as Abby’s fingers fucked her with hard, wet strokes. Abby’s moans were muffled against Claire’s pussy, her own body writhing as Claire’s tongue lashed at her clit.
The sight of them together made Maggie’s cunt throb, her panties already soaked through. She could practically taste the arousal in the air—sweet and salty, the scent of two women lost in each other.
“Fuck, you two are *so* hot,” Maggie breathed, her voice rough with need as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The sound of the lock clicking shut made Claire’s head snap up, her lips glistening with Abby’s arousal, her eyes wild with lust.
“Maggie—” Claire gasped, her voice thick with desire.
She crawled away from Abby’s quivering cunt, her thighs trembling as she knelt on the bed, her tits swaying with every movement. “You’re back!” Before Maggie could respond, Claire lunged at her, pressing her lips hungrily against Maggie’s mouth. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues tangling as Abby groaned from where she still lay sprawled in the wetness of their combined arousal.
Maggie moaned into Claire’s mouth, her hands gripping the younger girl’s hips to pull her closer. The heat between them was intoxicating, the taste of Abby still lingering on Claire’s lips making Maggie’s pussy clench with need.
She grabbed Claire’s ass, pulling her flush against her, her tongue delving deep as she mimicked the way Abby had been tongue-fucking her moments before.
Abby watched them with a smirk, her fingers still teasing her own pussy, slow circles around her clit as she took in the way Maggie’s dress rode up, exposing the tops of her thighs. “Fuck, you’re both killing me,” Abby moaned, her voice rough. “Maggie, strip. Now.”
Maggie didn’t hesitate. She pulled back from Claire just long enough to yank her dress over her head, uncaring where it landed, before quickly unhooking her bra.
Her panties followed, shucked down her legs and kicked away, leaving her completely naked while Claire stood gaping, her own dress discarded, her tits high and full with hard nipples.
Claire reached out trembling fingers, tracing the curve of Maggie’s waist before sliding lower, her palm cupping Maggie’s bare mound. Maggie gasped as Claire’s fingers slid through her slick folds, already wet and aching. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” Claire whispered, her voice trembling.
Maggie barely had time to respond before Claire dropped to her knees, her tongue darting out to taste Maggie’s arousal directly from the source.
The first lick was slow, deliberate, her tongue pressing flat against Maggie’s clit before curling up to tease the sensitive nub. Maggie’s knees nearly buckled at the sensation, her fingers tangling in Claire’s hair as she let out a breathless moan.
“Oh fuck—Claire—” Maggie gasped, her voice already thick with need. She could feel Abby’s eyes on them, watching as Claire’s tongue worked magic between her thighs. The sight of Claire on her knees, her lips glistening with Maggie’s wetness, was almost too much to handle.
“Look at you,” Abby murmured, her fingers still circling her own clit.
“Getting your little girlfriend off so fucking well.”
Claire drew back for only a moment, growling, “She’s your girlfriend too, Abby” Then Claire pressed her mouth on Maggie’s sex again.
Maggie groaned, her hips rocking forward involuntarily as Claire’s tongue worked her with slow, deliberate flicks. The wet sounds were obscene—Claire’s lips smacking against Maggie’s pussy, the slick slide of her tongue, the obscene squelch of Maggie’s arousal. “Fuck, you’re *so* good at this,” Maggie gasped, her fingers tightening in Claire’s hair as she ground against her face. Claire moaned in response, her free hand gripping Maggie’s thigh to keep her steady.
Abby finally couldn’t take it anymore. She crawled forward, her knees pressing into the bed beside Maggie.
Abby cupped Maggie’s breast, kneading the soft flesh before leaning in to suck one nipple into her mouth. Her teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending a jolt through Maggie’s body. The sensation was too much—Claire’s tongue working her clit in slow, deliberate circles, Abby’s mouth hot and wet around her nipple, and the combined aroma of their arousal thick in the air. Maggie’s back arched off the bed, her hips grinding against Claire’s face as she let out a broken moan.
Abby released Maggie’s nipple with a wet *pop*, her fingers now pinching and rolling the other one.
“God, you’re *dripping*,” Abby growled, her voice rough with arousal. She reached between Maggie’s thighs, her fingers sliding through Claire’s hair before pressing against Maggie’s entrance. “Look at you—so fucking wet for us.”
Claire moaned against Maggie’s pussy, her tongue never stopping as Abby’s fingers joined the mix. Two fingers slid inside Maggie’s cunt, curling against her g-spot while Claire’s tongue flicked relentlessly at her clit. Maggie’s legs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside her.
“F-fuck—” Maggie stuttered, her hips jerking forward.
Claire’s tongue was relentless, her hands gripping Maggie’s thighs to hold her open as Abby’s fingers curved inside her with perfect precision. The dual assault was overwhelming—Abby’s fingers rubbing her G-spot while Claire’s tongue circled her clit with slow, torturous sweeps.
Abby pulled her fingers out just long enough to lick them clean, humming at the taste. “Fuck, you taste like honey and sin,” she murmured, then shoved two more fingers inside Maggie’s dripping cunt without warning.
Maggie gasped, her back arching off the bed as her body clenched around Abby’s invasion.
The fingers were thick, stretching her open, and the sensation was almost too much—almost, but not quite. She could feel her body responding, her inner walls fluttering around Abby’s fingers as Claire’s tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit.
“Fuck, you’re *so* tight,” Abby groaned, her voice rough with arousal. She curled her fingers inside Maggie, rubbing against the rough patch of her G-spot. “Look at you—taking my fingers like a good little slut.”
Maggie hissed, "I'm an excellent slut. You taught me well." Then she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure deep in her core.
Claire’s tongue was relentless, her lips sealed around Maggie’s clit as she sucked gently, her tongue flicking in quick, teasing strokes. Abby’s fingers were buried knuckle-deep inside Maggie’s cunt, rubbing against her G-spot with a precision that made Maggie’s toes curl.
“Oh fuck—oh *fuck*—” Maggie gasped, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. Her fingers tangled in Claire’s hair, pulling her closer, grinding her face against her dripping pussy. “Don’t stop—don’t *fucking* stop—”
Claire moaned against her, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through Maggie’s body.
Abby’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot again, and Maggie’s vision whited out for a second as her orgasm crashed over her like a fucking tidal wave.
“Fuck—fuck—*fuck*—” she screamed, her back arching off the mattress as her cunt clenched around Abby’s fingers so hard it almost hurt. Abby groaned, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she watched Maggie come apart beneath her and Claire’s shameless mouth.
Claire licked her way up Maggie’s body, kissing a wet path over her trembling stomach, between her tits, up her chest, before finally claiming Maggie’s mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. Maggie could taste herself on Claire's lips--salty and sweet--and she moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Claire's hair as she pulled her closer. Claire drew back a moment and eyed Maggie suspiciously. "Why do you taste like musk, Mags?"
Maggie giggled slightly before writhing under their continued worship. "It's not musk. It's Leo's cum. I sent him to practice with a drained cock..." Claire's eyes lit up and she dove back to Maggie's lips. Abby's mouth was on Maggie's thigh, kissing and nibbling slowly.
Claire laid down on top of Maggie, her body warm and slick with sweat, their tits pressing together as they kissed. Maggie could feel the wetness between Claire's thighs as she ground against her.
Maggie broke the kiss, gasping. "Fuck, Claire," she moaned, her hands gripping the back of Claire's head as she ground her pussy against her. "Your body is *perfection* against mine."
Claire gasped, her hips moving in time with Maggie's. "Oh god, Maggie," she panted, her voice thick with desire.
"You feel so *good* against me."
Maggie’s hands slid down Claire’s back, gripping her ass and pulling their bodies even closer together, their slick heat creating a delicious friction between them that made them both whimper. Claire’s breasts pressed against Maggie’s, her nipples hard and sensitive, dragging against Maggie’s skin as their bodies moved together.
Abby watched them for a moment, her fingers still teasing her own clit as she took in the way Maggie’s thighs trembled and Claire’s hips writhed against her. She crawled closer, resting her head on Maggie’s shoulder and nipping at the sensitive skin there.
Maggie hmmed at the attention then cleared her throat, even as her hands moved over Claire's and Abby's bodies. "My beautiful sister-sluts...," she began. Abby wooted and Claire lifted her head to look down at Maggie even as her hips and Maggie's pressed fervently together. Maggie went on, "I have done a thing that I must tell you about." She paused, her fingers tracing the curve of Claire’s hip, then groping her buttock as she spoke. "I have found a real live cock of immense size and a person of exceptional gentleness to help Claire with her problem." Maggie kissed Claire's nose as Abby lifted her head at the announcement. "Friday night, if you think you're up for it. Or you can say 'no' and we move on." Claire's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she looked between Abby and Maggie. "You... you *found* someone?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and something darker—something hungry.
Maggie nodded, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on Claire’s hip. "Not just *someone*," she corrected, her voice low and deliberate. "Someone *perfect*. Someone who knows exactly what they’re doing—and who won’t hurt you."
Abby’s smirk turned wicked. "Oh, I *like* the sound of this," she purred, her fingers finally sliding away from her own clit to trail up Maggie’s thigh instead. "Tell us more, Mags."
Maggie pulled Abby closer and gave her soft but filthy kiss. "I would prefer that the details remain secret so as not to ruin the surprise." Maggie turned to look again at Claire, whose mouth hung open as she pondered the significance of the announcement. Maggie smiled softly and caressed Claire's cheek, causing Claire to kiss Maggie's palm.
Maggie shivered and murmured, "Trust me, Claire-bear. I would never knowingly hurt you except for pleasure's sake. I promise you, it will be worth the wait. I want this to be special for you." Abby murmured, "Here here", and Claire looked back and forth between their faces.
Then Claire’s expression shifted from disbelief to something far more intense—desire, raw and unfiltered. “So… it’s a *man*?” she breathed, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Maggie’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as her fingers slid lower, teasing the damp heat between Claire’s thighs. “Probably. But I will remain silent until Friday,” Maggie avowed, her voice a dark purr. She parted Claire’s folds with two fingers, slicking them through her arousal before pressing one inside slow and deep. Claire whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily toward the touch.
Abby, determined to participate, swept a finger through Claire's moisture, then began pressing it gently on Claire's anus. Claire, untouched there since Liza and Eva used her, whimpered as the heat between her legs rose exponentially.
Maggie’s single finger inside her cunt felt incredible, pulling wanton sounds from her mouth, but Abby’s gentle pressure on her backside was something entirely new. The sting of intrusion was brief, a half-second of discomfort, before Abby’s finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle in one smooth motion, burying to the knuckle.
Claire’s entire body shuddered, her breath hitching as she felt herself being opened in an intimate place she had only shared once before. But the sensation was weirdly pleasurable, the fullness making her clit throb even harder. Maggie felt the way Claire suddenly clenched around her finger inside her cunt, her body betraying her excitement despite the unexpected invasion.
Maggie gently scissored her fingers inside her, stretching her just enough to complement Abby’s slow, deliberate thrust into her backside. Claire’s thighs trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as her body adjusted to the dual stimulation.
Abby could see the way Claire’s face twisted between discomfort and pleasure, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a silent cry. She pressed a second finger against the tight rim of Claire’s ass, waiting patiently as the younger girl’s body relaxed around her, inch by inch.
“Fuck, Claire,” Maggie breathed, her voice rough with arousal. She considered saying more, but instead leaned up and kissed Claire hard, pressing her tongue into Claire's mouth and fucking her there too. Now Claire had moving vibrating heat in all of her orifices. She'd never felt so full, so wanted, and she felt like she stood on a precipice about to plunge over and never come back.
Claire's body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve alight with the filthy, glorious pleasure of being taken by two women who knew exactly what they were doing. Maggie's fingers curled inside her cunt, stroking her G-spot with relentless precision, while Abby's fingers worked her ass, scissoring and stretching her open with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The dual penetration made her feel obscenely full, her body stretched to its limits and beyond.
"Fuck, you're taking us so well," Maggie whispered against Claire's lips, her voice thick with lust.
Claire's tongue darted out to meet Maggie's, her own hips rolling in desperate little circles to chase the perfect pressure of Abby's fingers, the slick glide of Maggie's... God, it was too much. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire.
Abby's second finger finally slid past Claire's tight ring of muscle with a slow, wet push that made both women groan. Claire's back arched off the bed, her nails digging into Maggie's shoulders as her body adjusted to the fullness. The burn was sharp, intense—but beneath it, something deeper, something that made her hips jerk involuntarily toward their touch. Abby leaned forward and pressed her lips to Claire's and Maggie's, and the three women shared a filthy three-way kiss that caused them to giggle until a sensation caused Claire to moan into their mouths.
Claire’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly filled. The stretch was almost too much, but the way Maggie’s fingers curled inside her cunt, rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot, made her toes curl.
“Fuck, Claire,” Maggie groaned, her voice rough with arousal, “you’re *so* tight around my fingers. Look at you—so incredible and so *delicious*. My filthy girl...”
Claire whimpered, her body clenching around the intrusion, the filthy words sending another jolt of heat through her.
"Fuck, I can't—" she gasped, her voice trembling. "I can't take anymore—"
But Maggie’s fingers never stopped. They curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot inside her cunt that made her vision blur, while Abby’s fingers worked her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts. The dual penetration was overwhelming, the fullness making Claire’s thighs shake, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“You *can*, you *are*,” Maggie murmured, her lips brushing Claire’s ear. “You’re taking us so fucking well, Claire-bear.
Look at you—spread open, stuffed full, and still begging for more.” Maggie’s voice was a dark purr, her fingers never stopping their relentless work inside Claire’s dripping cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of their fingers sliding in and out of her filled the room, mingling with Claire’s desperate whimpers and the slick, filthy noises of Abby’s fingers fucking her ass.
Claire’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling between them. “I—I can’t—it’s too much—” she stuttered, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
But the words were lost in a moan as Abby’s fingers twisted inside her ass, stretching her wider, deeper. The burn of the stretch was sharp, but beneath it, something darker, something *good*, coiled tight in her belly.
Maggie’s fingers curled inside Claire’s cunt, her thumb pressing down on her clit in slow, deliberate circles. “You *can*,” Maggie whispered, her breath hot against Claire’s ear. “You’re *made* for this. Look at you—taking us like a good filthy slut.”
Claire’s hips jerked involuntarily, her body betraying her as she ground down onto their fingers. Claire turned her head slightly and captured Abby's lips with her own, leaving Maggie to kiss Claire's neck. The dual penetration was too much, too intense—yet she never wanted it to stop.
Maggie’s thumb pressed harder against her clit, her fingers curling inside Claire’s cunt in a way that made her vision blur. Abby’s fingers twisted inside her ass, stretching her wider, deeper, the filthy stretch and fullness making her thighs shake.
“Please,” Claire gasped, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop—”
Maggie grinned wickedly, her lips brushing Claire’s ear. “Good answer,” she purred, her fingers working faster inside Claire’s dripping cunt. Abby’s fingers thrust deeper into her ass, her knuckles pressing against Claire’s tight rim as she scissored them open. Then, as Abby pushed her tongue into Claire's willing mouth, she added a third finger to the ones in Claire's ass. The wet sounds of her ass swallowing Abby’s fingers filled the room, mingling with the obscene *squelch* of Maggie’s fingers fucking her cunt. Claire’s entire body trembled, her thighs slick with arousal as she was stretched obscenely wide between them.
Maggie groaned, her free hand sliding up to grip one of Claire’s tits. She squeezed hard, her thumb rolling over a stiff nipple as she curled her fingers inside her, rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot that made Claire whimper and arch into the touch.
“Fuck, look at you,” Maggie growled, her voice rough with lust. “Look at you, getting your ass and cunt wrecked by two women who *fucking* adore you.” Maggie’s voice was a dark purr, dripping with filthy praise as she twisted her fingers inside Claire’s clenching heat, each curl sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through the younger girl. Claire’s hips jerked up off the bed, her thighs shaking as she gasped, her back arching so hard her head nearly collided with Abby's.
Abby, who had been silent since adding that third finger, finally groaned against Claire’s lips, her own body trembling with arousal as she watched Maggie work. “Fuck, Claire,” she growled, her voice rough.
“Look at you—*begging* for it. You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? Taking three fingers in your tight ass like a fucking *whore*.”
Claire’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling between them. The stretch was overwhelming, the burn of Abby’s fingers twisting inside her ass making her vision blur. But beneath the pain, something darker, something *good*, coiled tight in her belly.
Her body betrayed her again, her hips rocking back onto Abby’s hand, even as she whimpered, “Fuck, it *hurts* so good—”
Maggie’s fingers never stopped their relentless curl inside Claire’s cunt, her thumb pressing down on Claire’s clit with slow, torturous circles. The dual sensation—the stretch of Abby’s fingers in her ass and the deep, precise strokes of Maggie’s fingers inside her—was overwhelming. Claire’s body trembled, her thighs shaking as she tried to process the sheer intensity of it all.
Maggie's teeth nipped at Claire's ear and she whispered, "Come for us, you beautiful slut. Let go of it all and come so hard for us...".
Maggie's voice was a dark, commanding purr that sent shivers down Claire's spine.
Claire's breath hitched, her body trembling between them as Maggie's fingers curled inside her cunt with precision, her thumb pressing down on her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The dual penetration was overwhelming, the stretch of Abby's three fingers in her ass making her feel obscenely full, her body stretched to its limits and beyond. The burn was sharp, but beneath it, something darker, something that made her toes curl and her breath come in ragged gasps.
"Fuck—fuck—" Claire stuttered, her voice breaking as the pleasure built inside her.
Maggie's thumb pressed harder against her clit, rubbing in slow circles that sent jolts of electricity through her body. Abby's fingers twisted inside Claire's ass, stretching her wider, deeper, the filthy stretch and fullness making her thighs shake uncontrollably.
Maggie leaned in, her lips brushing against Claire's ear. "You're so fucking close, Claire-bear," she whispered, her voice a dark purr. "I can feel your cunt clenching around my fingers. You're going to come so hard for us, aren't you?"
Claire whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily as she tried to chase the overwhelming sensation.
The pressure inside her was too much—too intense, too filthy, too *good*. Maggie’s fingers curled inside her cunt, rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot that made her vision blur, while Abby’s three fingers twisted in her ass, stretching her obscenely wide. The dual penetration was a filthy symphony of pleasure and pain, each thrust sending another jolt of electricity through her body.
Maggie’s thumb pressed down harder on Claire’s clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles that made her toes curl. “Come for us, you filthy little slut,” Maggie growled, her voice rough with lust. And, unable to resist any longer, Claire did, her body giving a great heave as she came, squirting her girlcum all over her lovers, then vibrated between them as they prolonged her ecstasy.
Maggie pushed her fingers deeper as the spasms racked Claire’s body, making her little cunt grip onto Maggie’s fingers in rhythmic pulses. Abby groaned as she felt Claire’s ass clench around her fingers – the tight muscles milking them, pulling them deeper inside – and she couldn’t help but thrust harder, fucking her through the climax.
Claire’s cries were lost in Maggie’s mouth as they kissed her through the waves, their hands never stopping as they continued to work her through the orgasm and then slowly, gradually, allowing her to come back to earth.
Maggie’s fingers slid free from the quivering heat of her cunt with a wet, obscene *plop*, then Abby pulled her fingers from Claire’s ass, the sound similar—a slow, filthy *pop* that made Claire whimper and wiggle in protest.
The room was thick with the scent of sex—sweet and musky and *alive*.
Maggie shifted onto her side, pulling Claire with her, their bodies trembling together as they caught their breath. Abby sprawled out beside them, propped up on one elbow, her free hand lazily tracing idle circles on Claire’s thigh. Maggie pressed her wet fingers to Claire's lips, then alternated with Abby kissing those lips and tasting those fingers. Claire sighed at the decadence, the filthy sharing, the ecstatic fullness of her sister-sluts. Then she watched with dark eyes as Maggie greeted Abby as she usually did, a long hard kiss and hands moving over each others' bodies.
The three of them lay tangled together on the bed, sweat-slicked and breathing hard, the air thick with the scent of sex—musky, sweet, and intoxicating. Claire’s thighs were still trembling, her ass and cunt throbbing from the relentless attention, but there was a lazy, satisfied smirk on her face as she turned her head to look at Maggie.
“Fuck,” Claire breathed, her voice hoarse. “That was… *fuck*.”
Maggie chuckled, low and dark, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Claire’s hip. “You took us so well, Claire-bear,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the younger girl’s shoulder.
“You’re such a quick study, baby. Such a *perfect* slut…”
Claire shivered, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the soreness in her ass and cunt, the way Maggie’s fingers were still tracing idle circles on her skin—a possessive, affectionate touch that made her heart pound.
Abby, who had been quiet during the aftermath, finally uncurled herself from the tangle of limbs and stretched with a satisfied groan. “Damn,” she sighed, rolling onto her back and throwing an arm over her eyes. "Do you think there are other groups of people as regularly slutty as us?"
Claire giggled and leaned over to squeeze Abby's breast. "If so, we need to find them and start hanging out with them."