Senior Year Memories: Double Date (Patreon Exclusive Story!) (Patreon)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters represented in this story are consenting adults at least 18-years-old.)

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Ryan Collins (narrator): 18-years-old

Brooke King: 18-years-old

Sasha Pearl: 18-years-old

Peter King: 18-years-old

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Hello my wonderful patrons! Some time ago, I put out a request for ideas from you guys for Patreon Exclusive Stories, and after some fierce rounds of voting, this foursome idea from patron Martin Kirk won the day. Thank you, Martin, for this fun suggestion, and to all of you who voted for this story, I can't thank you enough for your votes and support! As ever, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, as I think this one turned out a lot of fun!

-aimingtomisbehave33

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I know it might seem crazy in light of, well, pretty much everything I’ve written down and you’ve ready by this point, but I swear, I didn’t plan every day out to be a pornographic fantasy. In point of fact, during senior year I had quite a few days that could actually be described as “normal”, even when the rest of my year was anything but normal. It was those days that I planned on being normal, though, that had a way of taking a turn for the steamy.

Take, for instance, the double date night my girlfriend, 18-year-old Brooke King, and I had planned.

When Brooke had come up to me and asked if I’d be up for a double date with her friends, 18-year-old Peter Nixon and 18-year-old Sasha Pearl, I happily agreed to the idea. In spite of being one of the biggest and most talented football players at our school (and only talented football players at school), Peter and I had become friends over the course of the year as I had tutored him in history. Sasha was another of Brooke’s cheerleader friends, and a girl whom I’d had my fair share of fun with this year as well. In spite of the fact that both Peter and I had had sex with Brooke and Sasha a number of times over the year, there was absolutely no awkwardness between the four of us, and I looked forward to the possibility of a night out with friends.

And, to be fair, the night did start off normal enough, and about as wholesome as the four of us could get. Petite blonde Brooke, with her pigtails bouncing with every step, looked adorable as hell in her short, bright pink dress, while Sasha had her “nerdy cheerleader” look down perfectly. Wiry in a lean, dancer’s kind of way, and pale in that way that redheads could pull off so perfectly, her blue eyes sparkling behind her glasses, she wore a tight, lightly-colored tank top and cutoff jeans that had me wishing in the back of my mind that we hadn’t planned for such an ordinary night. With Peter looking as handsome as ever, and well-dressed in a way that had my graphic tee and jeans outfit feeling positively underwhelming, we were an interesting quartet as we wandered through downtown Regan Hills. We did some odd bits of window shopping, grabbed a bite to eat at a reasonably affordable Italian place, and even said hi to some friends in passing, before we settled in at Tech Noir for some karaoke.

Peter and I sat at a table while our girlfriends sorted through the song options, sipping our sodas. As ever, in situations like this, Peter had a way of looking effortless and relaxed, while I was wound up and a little on edge. While by this point in the Spring of senior year I’d had all sorts of experiences with all sorts of girls, formal “dates” were still something that I was getting used to, and when in the presence of a guy who was as cool and collected as Peter was, it was easy to feel like I was outmatched, even with this not being any form of competition.

I was hoping I wasn’t being too noticeable about this, so of course, I was completely noticeable.

Smiling easily, Peter asked, “Hey, Ryan, you alright there, man?”

“Oh, I, uh…” I stumbled, figuring out if I should try telling some kind of story before landing on telling the truth. “Guess I’m still trying to figure out the whole double-dating thing, still. Kind of still figuring out the dating thing, actually.”

“Hey, going someplace to have sex still counts as dating,” he replied. “You’ve got a lot of experience with dating; don’t sell yourself short.”

“Well, those skills don’t exactly translate to public dates, do they?” I suggested.

Peter shrugged. “Well, you got me there, but there’s no reason to be nervous. Sasha’s relaxed, Brooke’s relaxed, I’m relaxed, there’s no pressure on you to do anything at all, just relax, have fun, enjoy being out with friends and two of the hottest girls in school, especially when they look as stunning as they do tonight.”

He was right, of course. I looked over to where they stood beside the stage, deep in concentration as they tried to pick out a song.  Petite blonde Brooke, all 5’1” of tight, perky cheerleader cuteness, looked particularly good this evening, her green eyes sparkling as she screwed her face up in concentration, the faintest hints of makeup making her look particularly luscious. Though her dress was hardly lewd, it was tight enough to show off her assets impressively, her A-cup breasts looking like more than a handful. As she considered and debated songs with Sasha, she twirled one of her pigtails around one finger in deep thought.

The contrast between her and Sasha couldn’t have been clearer. At 5’9”, the redheaded cheerleader practically towered over Brooke, a look of unrestrained joy taking over her pretty face as she smiled a smile that seemed impossibly big. Though she wasn’t made up as glam as Brooke was aiming for, she still looked particularly good tonight, free of the restraints of school and other, bigger social occasions I’d gotten to know her during.

As with so many social things I’d come to learn, Peter was right about this, and I tried to relax. Of course, there was a difference between trying to relax and actually relaxing, but my efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“There. Better?” he asked.

“Much,” I replied, taking a sip of my soda. “I really gotta cut back on the energy drinks, they get me on edge sometimes.”

“Tell me about it,” Peter laughed. “I did one before a game once, totally fucked up my rhythms. We lost by more points than usual.”

As Peter was the best player on our school’s notoriously bad football team, I didn’t doubt this, joining him for a good laugh.

I looked at our respective girlfriends looking through the book of songs and sighed nostalgically. “So… what do you think they’re gonna pick?”

“I dunno,” he replied. “If I didn’t know them any better, I’d say something big and poppy and new, something maybe a little too sweet or a little too somber and not my kind of music, but they’d find some way of winning me over to being my music because these girls got that kinda charisma… but then I hear the kind of music Dakota’s gotten all the cheerleaders into and I feel like we’re gonna be hearing some classic rock getting busted out.”

The cheer captain, Dakota Lewis’s, predilections for oldies was something I was used to, and a thought that brought a distinct smile to my face as I considered the options.

“I could stand to hear these two try their hand at ‘Piece of My Heart’…” I mused. “Something tells me Sasha’s got some solid Janis potential in her.”

Peter smiled a proud smile, lowering his voice as if he was afraid of being overheard in this already noisy club. “If you asked Sasha, she’d tell you that she’s a terrible singer… but she isn’t. You just gotta get that girl started, and she can bring the house down.”

“Well, I’d certainly like to see that,” I said, craning my neck to get a better view of our girlfriends. “Though that seems much less likely, all of a sudden.”

Brooke and Sasha walked back over to us, with Brooke looking none too happy about something, and Sasha patting her on the back.

“Hey, they can’t take over the whole night, we’ll get our chance, I swear!” Sasha said in her best comforting tone.

“But I wanna sing now!” Brooke whined, the corners of her smile telling me that she wanted to be playful about this, while the rest of her face said she was genuinely annoyed.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“The drama kids came in, kind of took things over,” Sasha said, sitting down next to Peter. “Gonna be a while before anyone else is gonna be able to get on stage.”

“And were just, like, about to totally settle on a song, finally,” Brooke said.

“You know, if you’d even considered any of my suggestions, we’d be on stage right now,” Sasha said, amused.

Brooke stuck her tongue out at Sasha, but then giggled. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I kinda sorta totally fucked this one up… but you’re right, they can’t be up there forever… they’ll probably, like, be up there for a while, but we get to spend more time with our hot boyfriends this way!”

She flashed me a quick little smile, one that was cute, and something much darker and more exciting than cute, all at once. Though Brooke pulled out the chair beside me to sit in it, she quickly reconsidered, sitting down in my lap instead. That that cute-and-not-so-cute smile had gotten me a little hard became all too apparent when she did this, and especially noticeable when Brooke ground up against me, then went about wiggling in my lap. I looked her in the eye, uncertain, but she smiled at me shamelessly, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she teased my cock.

Fuck, Brooke always knew how to drive me so fucking wild, and tonight most certainly wasn’t going to be any different.

“You alright there, Brooke?” Peter asked, a hint of tease in his voice. “Looks like you’re having some trouble getting comfortable there.”

“Oh, it’s all comfortable,” Brooke giggled, wiggling more in my lap. “I’m just, like, trying to get perfectly comfortable, and that takes a little work.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but with the distraction I was feeling, that was more than a little bit of a challenge. Instead, I looked over to Peter and Sasha, who’d known Brooke longer than I had, and decided to have a little fun of my own.

“She always been like this?” I asked.

“Yeah, about as long as I can remember,” Sasha chuckled.

“I’ve been where you are, Ryan, and all I can say is… well, congrats,” Peter replied, laughing his own pleasantly deep laugh.

Given where I was sitting, congratulations certainly felt in order. I was a lucky fucking man to have a girlfriend like Brooke in my life, and being out and about with friends like Peter and Sasha? Yeah, I was unrecognizable to the me who’d started this year, and for that, I was grateful. I couldn’t help but feel like a king, sitting here like this with Brooke in my lap and across from my friends as we enjoyed a night out on the town.

Leaning into me, Brooke kissed my neck, then whispered in my ear, “I think… like, it’d be totally hot, if you put a hand under my skirt and…”

Normally, the thought of fingering Brooke, even publicly fingering Brooke, was one that would have had my hand up her skirt in a flash, and I was pretty certain I could get away with it in here; Tech Noir was rather dark on the inside, our table was in a reasonably discreet location, and Brooke’s skirt was just long enough to adequately hide my hand. It was tempting, but there was something about sitting across from Sasha, and more importantly, Peter, that made this feel a little different than usual. I knew that they’d both had more than their share of sex with Brooke, but… well, I hadn’t really actually done much in front of another guy before (especially one as experienced as Peter), and I felt a little nervous.

Sensing this, Brooke looked away from me and asked the others, “Hey, would it bother you two if, like, Ryan fingered me while we talked about what we’re gonna do next? I’m so horny when I’m around him and I can’t hold it back anymore… that wouldn’t be a problem, would it?”

“Not with me,” Sasha replied.

“Fuck no, Brooke, go for it,” Peter said, smiling easily. “You need to get off, then get the fuck off.”

It was a surreal situation, I’ll admit, and while I still had some nerves to get over (and some double-standards I needed to address, but would find way easier to address by the end of the night), I couldn’t deny there was something powerfully erotic about the situation we were in.

I looked into Brooke’s eyes, saw that adorable, pleading look in them, and knew that there was no way I could deny her this. I slid my slightly shaky hand between her thighs, enjoying the way she parted them so easily for me, welcoming me, beckoning me forward as I slipped my fingers beneath her skirt.

I gasped, lightly, when I discovered that she had no panties on tonight. I realized this shouldn’t have surprised me, as underwear was more a hindrance for the way Brooke lived than a help, but it was still a pleasant little surprise to feel her unobstructed, achingly hot and so very wet pussy just waiting for me and begging for my attention.

So, I did what came naturally to me, and I began to finger Brooke. She squirmed in my lap, giggling playfully as I did so, leaning in to me. As sexual encounters I’d had that year went, this was hardly the most surreal, but it was still uniquely intense given the public nature of it, as well as our company. Nevertheless, fingering Brooke was one of life’s greatest pleasures as far as I was concerned, and given the opportunity to do it here, I wasn’t going to turn it down. My hand moved almost of its own accord, so familiar to this act with the tight blonde minx in my lap that I could have done it in my sleep, though I much preferred being awake for it, as it meant I got to see her looking so cute and sexy at the same time as I pleasured her.

Briefly, I looked to the others, wondering just what their reaction would be to this. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they both seemed interested, if rather blasé about the whole thing, as both of them had been friends with Brooke well before the two of us had started dating. This was old hat to Peter and Sasha, and they seemed undisturbed by anything going on.

Her eyes fluttery, Brooke smiled brightly at our friends and said, “So… whaddya all wanna do after this? Grab some fro-yo, maybe?”

“There is a pretty decent frozen yogurt place down the street… and their scales are always slightly off when they weigh the cups so you always wind up paying something like twenty percent less there than you’re supposed to,” Sasha suggested.

“I think they fixed that, actually,” Peter replied.

“Really?” Sasha asked.

“Yeah…” Brooke whimpered as I continued to run my fingers in tight circles over her clit. “Yeah, I heard that, too… that’s totally a shame, I got so much extra from that busted scale… oh, fuck, Ryan, that feels so good…”

Peter looked from Brooke to Sasha. “Where are my manners? Do you want…?”

Sasha smiled brightly. “Tempting, but I’m saving up for tonight for behind closed doors.”

Peter grinned. “Oh, you’ll hear no complaints from me…”

The two of them looked at each other with a particular charge before leaning in and kissing each other slowly and tenderly.

Looking from them to me, Brooke leaned in for an enthusiastic kiss of her own, grinding her ass against me with a greater enthusiasm as I fingered her more properly. Her pussy was practically dripping down my fingers at this point, her own enthusiasm and my skill pushing her to her limits rather quickly, and I knew that I’d have her soon cumming all over my hand.

This was one of those moments where I had to reflect and acknowledge that it said a lot about the year I’d had that, once I’d gotten into it, there was very little about this situation that seemed all that odd. Uncommon, to be sure, but my definition had of normal had distinctly been readjusted since I found out what life in Regan Hills could really be like.

Soon, as she broke her kiss with Peter, Sasha suggested, “You know, we can always just skip fro-yo and head back to my place, see where this takes us? I’ve got the place to myself for a while, and, well… it’s been a while since I’ve been with two guys at once, and you know I’m always down to have some fun with you, Brooke. If nobody’s got any problems with it, I think the four of us could have a lot of fun together.”

Whimpering as she rocked her hips against me, Brooke replied, “Totally.”

Sasha then turned her attention Peter and me, looking back and forth between the two of us questioningly, clearly trying to gauge how interested the two of us would be doing these things in the same room as each other. Considering how a lot of guys would be about this sort of thing, I didn’t blame her, and while it wasn’t something that I’d put a ton of thought to, it’s not like it’s something that I never saw as a possibility, either. I knew that Peter and I traveled in a lot of the same circles, and the fact that I was having sex with his girlfriend every so often did always seem to leave open the possibility of something like this happening one of these days.

Peter was a perceptive guy, and a thoughtful one at that. Clearly sensing that this could be a source of awkwardness, he looked to me with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, how’s it sound to you, Ryan?” he asked, curious. “This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fucked a girl with another guy in the room while he’s doing his thing too. You’re my friend, and I know you treat girls right, so I got no problem doing any of this… but if you don’t wanna do anything, we don’t have to do anything... that doesn’t make you comfortable, we can just keep this a chill night and hang out.”

So, naturally the weight of this had to fall on me… and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see how this would go. Admittedly, my judgment may have been a bit impaired by the fact that I had Brooke on my lap, and that she was getting oh so close to cumming all over my hand. She had lost any pretense that she might be able to keep up with the conversation, instead leaning into me, cooing and writhing her hips and giving me a pretty decent lap dance, considering the fact that she wasn’t actually trying to give me a lap dance. I looked from her to the couple across from us, and made up my mind.

But first, I went in for the kill. I rubbed my fingers over Brooke’s clit more quickly, applying just enough pressure to finally push her over the edge. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but nothing could stop her body jerking against mine, or the way her pussy gushed all over my hand. I held onto her, letting her come down and darting my eyes around to make sure we hadn’t been seen (we were clear), enjoying the strange intensity of this moment we shared with our friends.

As she finally caught her breath, I kissed Brooke and asked, “So, you wanna?”

“I kinda do… yeah…” Brooke said, looking up at me almost a little bashfully in her post-orgasmic haze. “Oh, fuck, who am I kidding, yeah, I totally wanna go and fuck you and Sasha and Peter!”

Looking from her to our friends, I grinned. “Well, you heard the lady… let’s get the hell out of here and see what happens.”

Peter and Sasha shared a look, before Sasha finally said, “Excellent.”

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Sasha’s bedroom may not have been as pink as Brooke’s, but it was still quite “girly,” with its walls lined with pictures of Brooke and her friends, posters for her favorite bands, and unkempt bookshelves that were lined with as many steamy and sleazy, romance-heavy books as they were with classics. It was a pleasantly chaotic room that hadn’t been especially cleaned up for this occasion, but aesthetics were something that I didn’t get to take in too much considering our own entry into the room was borderline chaotic in its own way.

Brooke and Sasha had been touchy and playful for the better part of the ride home as Peter drove us over to Sasha’s place, and once they got inside and ditched their shoes and socks, they practically jumped each other. The two of them grabbed each other and held on for dear life, making out as they stumbled down the hallway to Sasha’s room while Peter and I followed them, watching with some amusement as the two girls made out with a wonderful desperation.

By the time they’d reached the bedroom door, petite and tiny Brooke had thrown herself into Sasha’s arms, and the redhead obliged her this, wrapping her arms around Brooke and grabbing her by the ass, lifting her off the ground. Brooke squealed, wrapping her legs around Sasha for more purchase, even if it also meant significantly less stability. Sasha toddled around her room with some difficulty, colliding into multiple pieces of furniture as she blindly made her way toward the bed, unable or unwilling to stop making out with and groping Brooke long enough to find her way to the bed.

“Almost like watching a car accident about to happen,” Peter said with a slight chuckle. “Keep wondering if I oughta grab them and help out, or stay here and keep watching the show.”

“I’ve got faith in them… give it a minute,” I said, laughing as well as I watched Sasha stumble her way across the room.

Whether by intention or simply good luck, the backs of Sasha’s knees eventually hit the bed and she fell backward, collapsing onto her mattress with Brooke on top of her. Somehow, this didn’t even stop them from making out for even a second.

“See?” I proposed.

“Whaddya know, you were right,” Peter replied.

Giggly, Brooke sat up on top of Sasha, gripping her dress and pulling it up and over her head, revealing she was beautifully naked. Her pert, A-cup breasts were on delicious display, her nipples already diamond-hard from anticipation and what playtime she’d already found with Sasha, her beautiful bubble butt looking even better as she ground herself against Sasha.

“Fuck,” Peter, Sasha and I all said at once on seeing the tight blonde cheerleader exposed for all of us to see.

“D’aaaaaw, you guys really know how to make a girl feel loved!” Brooke giggled, tossing her dress aside and reaching up to squeeze her nipples in a deliciously lewd display. “You’re not gonna make me the only naked one in here, right?”

“I’d take my clothes off, but you’re on top of me,” Sasha said.

“Ah, fuck, that’s a hard place to be in… ‘cause I, like, don’t wanna get off of you when you look and feel so good like this, but I also want you naked so we can fuck, and they can fuck us…” Brooke whined playfully, continuing to grind on Sasha.

“Oh, poor you,” Sasha teased, squeezing Brooke’s ass.

Brooke whined some more, rocking her ass against Sasha’s hands, before climbing off of her redheaded friend with a disgruntled look on her face. Sasha sat up on her bed, aiming to tug her tank top up over her head, only for Brooke to jump in and do it herself. The petite, pigtailed blonde cheerleader pulled Sasha’s top off and threw it aside before attacking Sasha’s black bra, unclasping it and freeing Sasha’s soft, C-cup breasts, her pink nipples standing at attention in a way that Brooke couldn’t avoid. My overexcited girlfriend couldn’t stop herself from ducking down, taking one of Sasha’s nipples between her lips and sucking eagerly, making the redhead moan, loudly.

“Oh, fuck, Brooke!” Sasha exclaimed, holding her friend’s head to her breasts. “That’s… mmm… fucking nice…”

Under his breath, Peter said, “I could watch that all night…”

“Me too…” I replied, watching the two of them go at it.

“I think I have, actually…” he mused.

“I’m not sure I can say ‘all night’ with any certainty, but if New Year’s weekend qualifies, then I can match you there,” I said.

“Right… you did actually make their New Year’s party, didn’t you?” Peter replied, impressed. “Nice.”

He held up his fist for me to bump it, and there was no way I wouldn’t meet him in kind, tapping my fist to his.

“’course, you didn’t just stand there watching when you joined in on their New Year’s party, did you?” Peter said, beginning to unbutton the top of his shirt.

Trying not to feel intimidated by the man next to me, I replied, “No, I guess I didn’t.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either,” Peter replied, continuing to unbutton his shirt, before pulling it off and setting it on a nearby chair.

Now, overall this year, I’d learned not to put myself in a position of comparing myself to the other guys in school, because the girls of school had come to enjoy me for me and I didn’t have to try matching myself up to anyone, but standing next to a shirtless Peter Nixon… well, it was a bit of a challenge avoiding some comparisons. While I was a lean, if somewhat pale, 5’11” with significantly more muscle than I’d started the year with, I was still pretty skinny, and Peter might as well have been a Greek god compared to me. 6’4” of sculpted muscle, the handsome black football player looked like he had muscles stacked on top of muscles, and was admittedly a sight to behold. Even if he didn’t have the effortless charm that he always seemed to exude, he wouldn’t have had trouble getting all the girls he wanted looking the way he did. Both Brooke and Sasha took a moment away from each other to take in the sight of him, both of them looking positively smitten for a moment as they took in his body.

I was about to jokingly make a display of throwing in the towel and saying I didn’t know why they brought me over when they had him, when the two girls turned their attention to me.

“Well, Ryan? Don’t leave us hangin’ here!” Brooke exclaimed.

“Yeah! Take it off, Ryan!” Sasha agreed, eyeing me with a pleasant hunger.

Their enthusiasm, so plain and true… alright, it did help get me back on track, and before I knew it, I was pulling my shirt over my head. I knew I didn’t match up to Peter, but thanks to Brooke’s insistence on helping me get in shape over the course of this year (and Peter guiding me through the finer workings of our school’s weight room), I’d put on enough muscle to look fairly toned, and knew that I actually looked decent in comparison to my once inconsequential frame. The way the two girls looked at me, I knew they weren’t just humoring me next to Peter, and it honestly felt good knowing that I brought enough to the table as well.

Of course, once they got me started, it was hard to stop, and before long I was pulling my pants and underwear off, now thoroughly unmindful of Peter’s presence in the room as I stripped naked, freeing my thick, ten-inch-long erection, also much to the girls’ delight. Seeing them look at me like this, so free, so excited… yeah, I couldn’t not act on that, and so I did, bounding over to the bed and jumping on with them.

I couldn’t help but tackle Brooke first, climbing on top of her, the two of us laughing and grinning and kissing, pressing our bodies against each other tightly as we made out, our hands exploring each other as eagerly as if this had been our first time together. I knew I would never tire of Brooke’s enthusiasm, of the way she kissed me with such raw joy that few others could seem to match.

She giggled, reaching down to grip my cock as I did this. “You’re so fucking hard for me… I love it…”

Grinning, I replied, “I love you.”

Sneaking in beside me, pressing her tits against my arm, Sasha replied, “I think he’s so hard for us… and how couldn’t he be when we look this hot?”

Giggly and playful, she gripped my head and pulled me in for a kiss of her own. Sasha was every bit as playful as Brooke, but with her own unique style, a little slower, a little more methodical, but no less exciting. She kissed me with a playful intent as if trying to claim me away from Brooke, even for just a moment. It was a hot moment, one that had me grinding against Brooke’s hands a little more energetically, and one that inspired Brooke to take her own action.

She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss away from Sasha, putting an even clearer claim on me in a playfully possessive sort of way, holding me close and sticking her tongue deep within my mouth.  Our tongues battled like this for a moment before Sasha managed to pry us apart, kissing first me, then Brooke with an even greater intensity, losing herself to lust in a way that soon had the three of us in our own delicious three-way kiss.

That lasted until Peter joined us on the bed. “Alright, alright, alright, don’t everyone get started without me.”

“Jump in, the bed’s just fine,” I chuckled, looking over to my friend as he joined us.

I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised to see Peter there with us, or that Peter was now also every bit as naked as the rest of us. I had been told, by both Sasha and Brooke as a matter of fact, that my cock was actually bigger than Peter’s, and while that certainly was true on inspection, that didn’t mean he was any slouch in that department either. With his own eight-inch long, thick cock on display, he had everything to be proud of as he pulled Sasha aside and began to make out with her.

Watching the two of them kiss was interesting, as the two of them both had an impressive physicality that they seemed to easily call upon when together like this, one augmented exceptionally well by how well they knew each other. Their kisses were natural and enthusiastic, fun-loving but determined, the two of them lost in the moment for the simple joy of being lost in the moment and making what they were doing look good.

Brooke, as ever, had a blunter assessment of the two of them together. “You guys are so fuckin’ hot together… like, you should totally do porn together, or whatever…”

Sasha chuckled. “I can think of worse ways to pay for college.”

“Me too,” Peter replied, kissing her back.

“Yeah, but you’ve already got all that football scholarship money coming your way,” Sasha teased back.

“Then I can use the porn money to spoil you rotten,” he said, squeezing one of her breasts.

The redheaded beauty moaned, arching her back to give him more to grope. “Oh, fuck… okay, I like that plan after all…”

Brooke kissed me sweetly, smiling up at me as she asked, “Won’t be a problem if I get in there and get a little bit of my own with them, will it?”

I kissed her back. “Not at all. Have fun, they do have a way of making this look good.”

“Don’t they?” Brooke asked, squealing with delight as she crawled over to Peter and Sasha.

Now, I had already watched Brooke and Sasha make out… seen it more than a few times, in fact, so watching the two of them together like that wasn’t anything new, and certainly exciting. Seeing Brooke get up close and personal with Peter, however, that was something else entirely. I knew that my girlfriends had lives of their own and would hook up with other girls and guys every so often, but seeing it up close and personal like this was another matter entirely. Watching Brooke and Peter making out, I saw two people who were intimately familiar with one another and clearly had enough history to know exactly what the other wanted and had the raw passion to spare. Seeing her petite, pale form next to his large, muscular, dark body, the two of them just losing themselves to each other as they surrendered to their passions, something rather unexpected happened.

I was actually rather turned on seeing them making out.

Seeing that Brooke and Peter were going to stay occupied with each other for a while, Sasha disengaged and lay down next to me on the bed, joining me as I watched the two of them get into it.

“Kinda great, isn’t it?” Sasha said.

“Surprisingly so,” I admitted, leaning in to kiss Sasha.

She giggled, kissing me back. “I’ve never been the type to be jealous, but I also never really had a boyfriend as serious as Peter before, so the first time he came to party with me and my friends, it was a little weird at first, but then I really started getting into it, watching him with other girls, knowing that him getting a taste of them would only drive him crazier for me and that as soon as we were together, we’d be fucking harder than ever.”

Watching Brooke, I could understand a similar sort of feeling, and I knew that as soon as I got the chance with her, I’d jump her and take her as hard as I fucking could.

“Of course…” Sasha said, running her hands down my abs. “If we wanna drive our people really crazy, there’s another way we can approach this whole thing.”

She rolled onto her back next to me, parting her legs and dropping her hands between her thighs. I looked down at the sight, taking in the sight of Sasha playing with her wet, pink pussy with no small amount of enthusiasm. Brooke and Peter were too lost in the moment to really notice what was happening, but they’d have to be blind to miss what was coming next.

“You know, I was thinking something similar,” I replied with a grin, climbing on top of Sasha and kissing her.

For a moment, we stayed like this, feasting on one another, lips meeting lips, necks, whatever we could find. I even took a moment to dip down, suckling on Sasha’s breasts and delighting in just how hard I could get her delightfully pink nipples. Sasha gripped my hair in her hands, letting out little moans of excitement and pleasure as I suckled and nibbled on her sensitive little nubs.

Of course, Peter and Brooke had no way of ignoring quite what was happening here, and had their own way of escalating things to meet Sasha and me. Kneeling on the bed and facing each other as they made out, Peter was now groping Brooke’s ass enthusiastically, spreading her cheeks so Sasha and I, even in our position, got an exquisite view of Brooke’s asshole, while Brooke herself was stroking Peter’s cock with both hands, making sure she had him nice and slick.

Grinding my cock against Sasha’s thigh, I reached down experimentally to feel hot wet she was, and found the answer to be a rather positive soaked. Sasha looked up into my eyes when my fingers slid through her well-trimmed landing strip and grazed over her sex, smiling that big, beautiful, thoroughly unrestrained smile she had when she was really reveling in something she loved. Some might classify it as even a little goofy, as I have described it on more than a few occasions, but I doubted there was any look on her that was more gorgeous.

I kissed her, loving the way she giggled against my lips as I continued to touch her pussy. “You’re wet…”

Giggling through her moans, Sasha wrapped her hands around my cock and stroked me. “And you’re hard.”

“Whatever shall we do about that?” I asked.

“Well…” she chuckled, running her thumbs over my cockhead. “First you should stop straddling my leg and should just get between them…”

“Excellent point,” I replied, doing just that and enjoying the way my cock felt up against her pussy.

“I would agree,” Sasha said, taking hold of my cock again now that we were in this new position. “Because when you’re here, we can do this…”

I hissed as she lined me up with her opening and urged me forward, pushing my cockhead into her warm, welcoming embrace. I groaned on penetrating Sasha, kissing her as I continued pushing forward, feeding her my cock an inch at a time. Bracing her feet against the bed and pushing her knees upward, she angled her hips so I could progress even deeper, rocking against me until I was buried fully inside of her. Sasha’s eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as she took in the size of my cock once more, and though she parted her lips in a moan, I didn’t let it escape. I kissed Sasha deeply, squeezing one of her breasts as I began to pump in and out of her tight pussy, savoring the way her inner muscles massaged me. With all of the buildup today, neither of us was in a particularly patient mood, and soon enough I was pounding into Sasha at a respectable pace.

Looking into her eyes when she finally opened them again, I could have been mistaken into thinking that this was just any other fun encounter I had with this slender and fun redheaded cheerleader.

It wasn’t just any other encounter with Sasha, however.

“Holy fuck…” Peter replied, watching us go at it.

“Totally,” Brooke replied. “Way to go, Ryan! God, I, like, always love watching you fuck my friends… give it to her harder…”

Sasha and I both looked over at Brooke and Peter as they knelt beside us, our moans intermingled with our laughs as we took in our significant others. The sight of them, still momentarily transfixed by watching us as we fucked in front of them, was almost comical in its way as they looked a rapt audience, but knowing and caring about these people as I did, I also didn’t want to be greedy here either.

“Well, don’t let us have all the fun,” I grunted, continuing to pump into Sasha vigorously. “You guys gonna get it on, or aren’t you?”

Now, I’ve seen Brooke’s eyes grow with excitement many a time before, and have always been happy with how often I was the reason that she had that look on her face. Seeing her now, though, the way excitement overtook her on the realization that I wanted her to fuck Peter next to us… well, you could be mistaken for thinking she’d just woken up on Christmas morning.

Peter, for his part, played the moment a lot cooler, smiling and nodding at Sasha and I before pulling Brooke in for a deep, passionate kiss. This sight only drove Sasha and me harder, but not nearly as much as when Peter reached down and gripped Brooke’s exquisite ass in his strong hands, lifting her up and lining his cock up with her pussy. The moment Brooke locked her legs around his back for stability, Peter was done for, and he couldn’t help himself but slide his thick cock into Brooke’s waiting pussy.

“Goddamn… been a while, hasn’t it, Brooke?” Peter chuckled, groaning as she settled down on top of him. “Always so tight… how are you still so tight, fucking Ryan all the time like that? A guy like that should leave you permanent stretched out, I’d think…”

Brooke chuckled, clinging to Peter and kissing him as he penetrated her. “Guess I’m just that kinda special, I dunno… but if that’s, like, my curse, then I’m gonna enjoy the fuck out of having guys like you and Ryan around to have all the juicy fun with… ooh, fuck, that’s so nice, makes me feel all… yummy… ah, YES!!!”

This last exclamation came when she settled down onto his cock entirely. I was impressed, given their position, that a kneeling Peter was able to hold Brooke off the bed so easily, with her wrapped around his body and holding on intently. It seemed like there were definitely some benefits to having extra muscle mass, and better being able to throw around a girl as tight and tiny as Brooke was high among them. With his hands holding onto her ass, Peter began to pump into Brooke enthusiastically, as if this particular act was one they’d done a million times before… which, truth be told, they might have for all I knew.

“Ah… fuck… always great to watch those two at work, with each other, or anyone, really… fuck, we’re lucky, aren’t we?” Sasha asked, looking over at them with a fond smile.

I only realized then that I’d gone into some form of autopilot, pumping away at Sasha while my attention was actually on Brooke and Peter together. Drawn back to the moment, and the fact that I was balls deep in a hot, redheaded cheerleader, I looked back down into Sasha’s eyes and redoubled my efforts, fucking her even harder.

“Incredibly lucky… fuck…” I grunted, kissing her.

Sasha kissed me back with passion in kind, moaning against my lips as I fucked her. She arched her back for me, angling herself to make sure that I could get the best angle of penetration, spreading her legs in a way that tightened her pussy even more around my thrusting cock. Sasha smiled up at me, that radiant, goofy grin that made her stand out so distinctly in the pantheon of girls I’d been with this senior year. Fuck, did I want to fuck her… and did I want to make it good…

So, while Peter continued to pound my girlfriend next to us, I took things to the next level with his girlfriend. I pushed myself up just enough so that I could grab Sasha’s legs, contorting them around until I had her nice and folded in half, ensuring I could get the deepest penetration possible. Sasha’s eyes went wide with this sudden change in position, but not nearly as wide as her smile.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS!” she cried out, reaching down between her legs to finger herself while I fucked her. “Oh, come on, yeah, fuck me, Ryan, fuck me hard, give it to me, give it to me… fuck… give it to me while they watch, while they fuck… show how good we are… how good they’ve fucking got it… haha, oh god… fuck… give it to me good, harder, harder, fuck me harder!”

This wasn’t a command that I needed, but it was certainly appreciated… and one that I wasn’t alone in enjoying. Brooke squealed with delight, and not just from the way Peter expertly pounded into her tight little pussy, looking down at us with bright eyes and a mischievous little grin. I smiled back at her, using her enthusiasm to encourage my own encounter with Sasha, taking this opportunity to truly give it to her. I kissed the redhead beneath me, making out with her passionately while using my free hand to squeeze one of her bouncing breasts. The lithe cheerleader underneath me only fingered herself faster with this treatment, moaning and whimpering and tensing up as she got closer and closer to her explosion.

Looking up at me with eyes that held pleasant desperation, Sasha whined, “Come on, give it to me… please… give it to me, harder, harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder, please, fuck me… fuck… fuck… OH GOD, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

She let loose with a roar, her body jerking and shaking as her pussy clamped down on mine, her juices gushing and thoroughly soaking my balls. I quieted her cries with a kiss, snaking my tongue into her mouth and making out with her, riding through her orgasm with her as she clung closely to me.

Beside us, a similar explosion soon occurred, as Brooke cried out with a delightful orgasm of her own. It might not have sounded quite as devastating as Sasha’s, but she was definitely having a good time, moaning and whining and giggling as her pussy gushed all over Peter’s while she held on to him tightly, kissing the football player with that messy enthusiasm she could always summon.

Looking positively drained for the moment, Sasha looked up at me, sighing softly and kissing me.

“Thank you,” she said as soon as our lips separated from each other.

“Thank you,” I replied, kissing her back and loving the way she squirmed against me. “Oh, that was fun…”

“Agreed,” Sasha chuckled, kissing me back. “Fuck… you really know how to fuck…”

“Okay… okay, all that’s hot and all that, but, like, both of you guys are still hard, and while you’re still hard, I want both of you in me at the same time, ya get me?” Brooke explained, giggling excitedly.

I looked up at her, then to Peter, who even though his face was screwed up with concentration and need as he pumped into Brooke, looked about as thoughtful as ever. Considering his options, he ultimately smiled a surprisingly casual grin as he made up his mind.

Cocking his head at me, Peter asked, “I’m down if you are.”

Grinning, I replied, “Sounds like a reasonable request to me.”

“Yay!” Brooke exclaimed, giggling and unlocking her legs from behind Peter. “Ooh, been too long since I’ve had a couple guys spit roast me!”

With Peter’s help, she climbed off of his cock and crawled onto her hands and knees beside us, smiling up at us… well, about as cutely as she would smile for absolutely anything, honestly. I always marveled at the fact that Brooke could manage to look so innocent and sweet at the same time she looked like a well-fucked seductress, but she made this combination seem utterly effortless as she propped herself up, grinning widely. Of course, after being as well-fucked as she’d been by Peter, even she was shaky on her hands and knees, but if that affected her energy levels, she didn’t let it show.

Still buried balls-deep in Sasha, I looked at the redhead beauty beneath me and kissed her. “I’m sorry.”

She kissed me back, grinning. “Don’t be, I got a good fuck and a good cum… now fucking give it to your girlfriend; I’m gonna watch.”

She said this with an easy smile, and I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that if Sasha hadn’t already had Peter in her life, I might well have wanted her all to myself once upon a time.

With a final kiss, I slid out of her and got up on my knees next to Peter, the two of us looking at Brooke as she smiled up at us brightly and posed, shaking her ass enticingly.

“Fuck…” I said, stroking my cock as I watched my girlfriend.

“Seriously, congrats, man,” Peter laughed, patting me on the back. “I never thought anyone would manage to boyfriend or girlfriend her up, and look at you…”

Well, I could’ve gone into detail about how Josie and Sarah also had some credit there in getting Brooke into a relationship, but I still took the praise with no small amount of pride.

She bobbed back and forth on her knees, smiling up at us. “Look, guys, I don’t care which one of you fills whatever hole, but I’m gonna start touching myself soon, and if I don’t have one of you in my mouth and one of you in my pussy, I’m gonna cum without your help, which will still be awesome, don’t get me wrong, ‘cause I’m crazy good at getting myself off, but, like, it’d be sooooooooo much better if I’m filled when I do, don’tcha think?”

To emphasize the ticking timer that she was putting on this, Brooke reached between her legs with one hand and began to finger herself vigorously, moaning and writhing as she threatened to get herself off before we even got to touch her… not that that would be a bad thing, but it seemed like she wanted us to jump in, and I wasn’t going to deny her a chance to really get off.

Peter chuckled, looking at me. “She does make good points.”

“A lot of good points,” I admitted. “And it looks like we’d better hurry.”

“Seems that way,” he said, considering. “So, do you want her mouth or pussy? I can go either way, really… fuck, every square inch of her is so fucking hot, it’s hard to choose…””

“Totally,” I replied, considering, losing myself to the sight of my girlfriend rapturously touching herself right in front of us. “Well, if it’s not too much trouble…”

“Yeah?” Peter asked.

“I mean, you already got to fuck her pussy tonight, if you’re cool taking her mouth…” I trailed off, unable to look away from Brooke.

Patting me on the back again, he said. “Say no more; I’m just happy to know what I’m gonna be doing.”

Purposefully, Peter crawled across the bed toward Brooke’s face, taking hold of his cock and playfully bobbing it in front of her mouth.

“You want this?” he asked teasingly, rubbing his cockhead over her lips. “’cause it looks like you really want this… and I know how much you enjoy having it nice and deep down your throat… yeah, you want it… even if I probably still taste like your pussy.”

Taking a long, luxuriant suckle on his cockhead, Brooke let it pop from her mouth and beamed up at him. “And I taste gooooood… and you taste good too, Peter, but me? I taste fucking sweet!”

Peter, Sasha and I chuckled at the blonde cheerleader’s confidence confidence, but there wasn’t one of us in this room who could argue with her on this point: Brooke really did have one of the best tasting pussies around.

Grinning, Brooke turned around to look me in the eye, cocking her hip toward me enticingly.

“So, guess that means you get my pussy…” she said, her tone sweet and seductive.

My cock twitched at the thought of being inside of her. “I trust that’s not a problem?”

“Hardly,” Brooke laughed, rocking her hips and lightly twerking her ass. “Come on, guys… I’m horny, and I need to be-“

Brooke was taken off guard by Peter grabbing her by the pigtails, turning her to face him and pressing his cock to her lips. She was only surprised for a second, though, as Brooke quickly took his cock into her mouth, moaning and bobbing her head on him rapidly.

Grunting as he fucked in and out of her mouth, Peter explained, “I know… she can keep going… if we don’t get started… so, it’s for the best if we get started then, right? Have her cumming on her cocks, make sure we’ve spoiled her just how she likes?”

Yeah… yeah, I had to completely agree with that. As Peter fucked her throat, I crawled behind Brooke and lined my cock up with her pussy, teasing it over her slit briefly before I pushed inside of her.

No matter how many times I pushed my cock into Brooke’s pussy, it felt like the first time it had ever happened. She was always so warm and wet and inviting, so achingly tight for me, that it threatened to push me over the edge simply by the act of penetrating her. Of course, normally I would have enjoyed hearing her moans and squeals and other sounds of enthusiasm, which were muffled in this case with her mouth being wrapped around Peter’s cock. Nevertheless, when I bottomed out inside of her, I felt her squeeze down on me extra sweetly, felt her body shivering against me as she felt my cock filling her up.

Settling into position, Brooke fingered herself eagerly, then rocked back against me playfully, clearly wanting for me to get going and get going hard. I gripped her hips for purchase, much like Peter grabbed her by the hair. As I gave my first experimental few thrusts into her, I was reminded of one of the realities of spit-roasting: it took some coordination if you wanted to do it right.

“Hey, so… fuck… you wanna let me know when you’re gonna start fucking her?” I suggested.

“Ah, yeah… can do… that… yeah, that makes sense,” Peter replied, sounding a little embarrassed before taking on the tone of a seasoned athlete. “How about this? I’m gonna get started with a rhythm, then you push her back to me after I push against you… take a little practice, but I think if we give it a minute, work out some coordination, we can give Brooke what she wants…”

I squeezed Brooke’s ass, thinking on this for a moment, then realizing I was likely over-thinking it, and said, “Alright, get us started…”

Like so many sex acts involving more than two people, especially the ones that involved a fair bit of thrusting, it took a few tries for Peter and I to properly catch up to speed in an effective spit roast of Brooke. Fingering herself with tremendous patience, she arched her back and guided us as well, making sure we had all the best angles as we fucked into her.

Soon, however, between the three of us, we finally found that rhythm. Every time Peter would thrust into her mouth, I’d then thrust back into her pussy, pushing her back onto him. It wasn’t one of those things we could go very fast at, but it was, as with any act like this, an interesting novelty act, and one I wouldn’t deny still felt pretty fucking great. As we got into it, there wasn’t even a hint of awkwardness between Peter and me, no, we knew each other, we knew Brooke, and we knew that this was just the sort of thing that happened in our lives. The guy clearly knew what he was doing, making Brooke gag every bit as much as she loved gagging on cock, and if there was one thing I knew, it was how to fuck her. We soon got into an easy rhythm, one that would’ve probably made us look fucking great in a porno as we were soon fucking Brooke effortlessly.

That we had Sasha there with us only made it better. She stood beside the bed, watching us with some interest as we fucked her friend into oblivion, a bright smile on her face as we pounded Brooke.

“Oh, fuck, that… mmm… you guys make that look so fun, god, Brooke, I’m fucking jealous of you…” Sasha said, running a hand over her body.

“You can jump in next… don’t wanna leave you out, baby,” Peter grunted, smiling at his girlfriend.

Smiling, Sasha leaned in and kissed him, before reaching down to playfully grope one of Brooke’s breasts.

“It’s tempting,” Sasha said. “I won’t lie, it’s really tempting, but I think I want to be more ambitious than that… I think I want a double-penetration… Peter in my pussy, Ryan in my ass… yeah, that’s definitely what I want…”

Peter and I looked to each other, and I cocked my head, impressed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Me too,” Peter replied, fucking into Brooke a little more insistently.

“Really?” Sasha asked, excited and clasping her hands together hopefully. “It’s not gonna be a problem for you two?”

“Not for me,” I grunted.

“Me neither,” Peter replied, holding up his fist for a fist bump.

I reached up and returned the fist bump, smiling and laughing.

Peter grinned, looking over at his girlfriend. “You know I’d probably do anything you’d ask me to do, right? Come on, Sasha, you want a double-penetration with me and Ryan, then that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Brooke let out a strangled sort of sound halfway between a moan and choking, which I took to be her own thumbs up for the idea. If anything, she seemed to get even wilder after this suggestion was broached… though the fact that she’d been fingering herself for a time while impaled on my cock might also have been a contributing factor. Whatever the case may have been, I could feel her building to another explosion, one that I meant to see her through shortly.

Still giddy that we were up for DPing her, Sasha did a celebratory little jump and exclaimed, “Yay!”

For emphasis, she added a playful cheerleading kick, which did give a nice view of her already well-fucked pussy. She saw me looking, and gave me a devilish little smile, a look that Peter didn’t seem to miss.

With a sly little smile all his own, he said, “Cheerleaders… there’s nothing quite like ‘em, is there?”

“No, there really isn’t…” I replied.

He chuckled. “Hey, Sasha… if it’s not too inconvenient, why don’t you bust out your uniform? Bet you’ve never been DP-ed in that before…”

Sasha’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I mean, it’s possible, I’ve done a lot of slutty things in and out of that uniform, but… I’ve never done it with my two favorite guys, so, that part’d definitely be new and exciting and… wait, why am I babbling, that sounds like a great fucking idea; I’m gonna go get my uniform!”

So, that’s how in those final moments of Peter and I fucking Brooke that we had the interesting side show of Sasha scurrying around her room, looking for parts of her uniform that had scattered to the winds for one reason or another. Of course, she didn’t have to get fully dressed, forgoing her bra and underwear, but seeing her pull on her tight white top, short blue skirt and the knee-high white socks that came with being one of Regan Hills High’s proudest Puma supporters, well, it certainly was an interesting sight.

Of course, not quite as interesting as the sight before me, especially as I felt Brooke tense up beneath me in a familiar fashion. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d seen Brooke cum by this point, but I knew the leadup well, just as much as I knew how she wanted those final moments. Getting fucked by us like this was something she had wanted quite urgently, and I wanted to make the experience as memorable as possible for her.

“She’s getting there…” I warned Peter.

He nodded. “You set the pace, man, I’ll keep up, just make sure we give this lovely lady everything she needs…”

Brooke moaned around his cock, her sentiments muffled but clearly the best thanks she could give us under the circumstances. I didn’t increase my pace too much, but I began to give it to her harder, making sure that Peter could keep up to a point where neither of us was giving her too hard a time. Brooke, ever the hungry one, kept up with both of us remarkably, fucking and sucking and fingering herself like there was no tomorrow. When her moment finally came, it was appropriately messy, her body jerking violently and her pussy trying to squeeze the life out of me as she gushed all over my cock. It was tempting, terribly tempting, to cum then and there and fill her up as I had done countless times before, but if I did that, it seemed entirely possible that I’d be down for the count for a bit and have to leave Peter having all the fun…

And there was no way I was going to be left out of the fun, not when there was still plenty of time for debauchery to be had.

Finally, as she began to fall apart and into her post-orgasmic basking, Peter and I pulled out of Brooke, letting her collapse to the bed.

“That… that… that was so great, guys, like, I don’t even know where to begin, that was… oh, wow, that was so much fun… god, I need some more… soon… in a minute… just gotta remember where I am, where I left everything and… yeah, I’ll do it, I’ll catch up, just, you gotta just, totally, give me some room to breathe, and then I’ll show you… I’ll show all of you what fucking is…” Brooke giggled, rolling onto her back and looking up at us.

I grinned down at my well-used girlfriend. “Glad you had a good time.”

“And I’m glad you got to give it…” she giggled up at me sweetly, before looking up at Peter. “Glad you both got to give it.”

He smiled down at her silently, offering his fist to me in another fist bump, one that I happily returned. What we’d done to Brooke wasn’t the kind of team effort that I was used to, but if I’m being honest, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it might have been. Though I might have felt a little insecure matching up to Peter when this all began, once we’d all gotten down to this, I felt no competition with the man. We both knew what we were doing, we both knew how to please these girls and we both wanted to please these girls, and so a good time was being had by all. I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything more out of the encounter.

“Alright, alright, if you’re done with the guys for now, I want in!” Sasha exclaimed, bouncing over to the bed.

In spite of her words, Sasha landed almost on top of Brooke, tickling and kissing her friend until they were both a giggly mess. At any other time, this would’ve been the sort of thing that Peter and I could’ve watched for a good long while, but this wasn’t just any other time. We’d both been hard and fucking around with these girls practically since we got through the door at Sasha’s, and we needed our release… fuck, we needed Sasha about as much as she needed us by this point, I’d say.

So, we did enjoy the sight for a moment, Sasha and Brooke making out and groping, the naked and well-fucked and giggly Brooke groping and squeezing the cheerleader uniform-clad Sasha as she topped the petite blonde, but this was something we could only allow for that moment.

“Alright, alright, alright, you two have had your fun,” Peter said with confident ease, lifting Sasha to her knees. “Now you’re gonna get what you want.”

“Awesome,” Sasha replied, kissing Peter deeply.

Looking up from below us, Brooke smiled, quickly taking my cockhead into her mouth and sucking. I moaned, caressing her cheek affectionately, before she let me go with a pop.

“I really do taste so fucking good,” Brooke giggled, giving my cockhead one more kiss. “I’ll get you lubed.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

I smiled down at my girlfriend with the greatest fondness, forever wondering just how the hell I got so fucking lucky. Watching her as she crossed the room to grab some lube, naked and playful and so full of life, so fucking excited to see me bury my cock up her friend’s ass… fuck, my life felt pretty fucking great.

Brooke returned with a generous amount of lube on her hands and took no small amount of pleasure stroking it into my cock, giggling and cooing as she rubbed it all over me generously. This made me moan, which got Sasha’s attention. Breaking away from Peter for a moment, she turned to face me, pressing against me and kissing me as Brooke continued to coat my cock.

Smiling at me as her lips parted from mine, Sasha explained, “I think I’m gonna get you up my ass, first, since that’ll be the really hard part of all this. Then Peter… you two’ll make a nice sandwich out of me…”

“You can take him, Sasha; I believe in you,” Peter said with a joking, encouraging tone.

Sasha laughed. “Oh, I know I can take him, it’s not like this is the first time I’ll be having Ryan up my ass, but it’s a huge fucking cock, Peter, it’s always gonna take a bit of adjustment.”

“Well, in the face of your expertise, I’ll shut the fuck up and let you two do your thing…” Peter said, eyeing Sasha with some interest as she bent over on her hands and knees in front of me.

“Ooh, I wanna help!” Brooke squealed, pushing Sasha’s skirt up over her bare ass. “Please tell me I can help!”

Given the sight of Sasha’s bare ass, cheeks spread and pink little asshole nice and visible to me, and the way Brooke eagerly grabbed my cock and guided it over to Sasha’s hole, I was certainly in no place to argue about Brooke helping.

“Go for it,” I groaned, loving the way Brooke’s face lit up as she teased my cockhead over Sasha’s hole.

“Oh, fuck… oh, that’s good… so fucking good,” Sasha groaned, flexing her ass cheeks and rocking her hips. “Fuck yeah… come on, give it to me… both of you, fucking give me that cock…”

Peter craned his neck, curiously. “Frankly, I’m kinda curious myself to see how all that’s gonna fit inside you.”

“With difficulty,” Sasha replied, gritting her teeth as she pushed back against me. “And a whole lot of lube…”

With Brooke guiding me in by hand, I pushed my cockhead up against Sasha’s asshole with slow, meticulous insistence. As ever, it took a little more than just determination, especially when they came as tight as Sasha did, but with persistence, and plenty of enthusiasm on both of our parts, it wasn’t long before I broke through into her tightest hole.

“Fuck me…” Sasha groaned, dropping her head forward as she took my cock up her ass. “Oh, god… fuck me, Ryan…”

With renewed enthusiasm as I took her in this position, I gripped Sasha’s hips tightly and pushed forward, ensuring that I gave her every inch. Her tight asshole gripped me with a powerful intensity, which made keeping any restraint no mean feat when I had been holding off on cumming for some time, but I managed to get balls deep inside of her without too much effort. I savored her tightness, gripping her ass and playfully spanking her while Sasha let out a delicious moan of satisfaction.

“Alright, that was part one…” I said, pulling her up so she was on her knees in front of me, her back pressed to my chest.

“I know…” Sasha moaned, leaning back to kiss me. “Oh, I don’t know how I’m going to manage having both of you in me like this… fuck…”

“You’ll manage… you always manage when you set your mind to something,” Peter encouraged, pressing against her and smiling as he kissed her.

Sasha held her skirt up for him, smiling back at him. “Yeah… yeah, I always do, don’t I… oh, fuck…”

Her tone was considerably softer when Peter entered her than when I did, though the way her eyes opened wider and wider at the double invasion, I knew her quiet wouldn’t be long. It was a unique sensation, having Sasha sandwiched between the two of us like this while we filled her up, but with the gorgeous redhead between us mewling and moaning and shaking, her tight body barely concealed by her cheerleader’s uniform… yeah, I could certainly say that this was going to be a memorable encounter.

Of course, as with double-teaming Brooke, it took a little practice for the three of us to get into a rhythm that would work for all of us, but where there’s a will, there’s a way, and with the three of us so charged, there was certainly a will. Despite some initial awkwardness, Peter and I soon got into a practiced rhythm, the two of us fucking up into her in decent unison, making Sasha moan and cry out and in general fucking lose her mind as we gave it to her.

Sitting at the head of the bed watching us, Brooke fingered herself and squeezed one of her nipples, smiling brightly as she enjoyed the show.

“How’s it feel, Sasha?” Brooke asked, giddy. “Because that, like, looks fucking awesome, and if it looks awesome, it’s gotta feel even better than that…”

Her eyes rolling back and barely able to put a sentence together, Sasha moaned, “So… so… better…”

“I get that,” Brooke chuckled, slipping a finger into herself. “Come on, guys, like, fuck her… fuck her so hard… fucking make her cum and scream and all that good stuff…”

Peter and I didn’t need much in the way of instruction on fucking Sasha at this point, but having Brooke watch us definitely did add to my own experience. I fucked up into Sasha with a growing need, feeling my own backed up cum threatening to burst at any moment, and the way he held onto Sasha and pumped up into her with his own urgency, I knew I wasn’t the only one here that was close. We were both clearly hoping that the dam would break on Sasha before we both lost our minds, and the way she was going, I didn’t doubt that that would be fairly soon.

Nevertheless, I did what I could to savor this singularly intense moment. Her ass was exceptionally tight from this double penetration, and I was reaping the rewards, pumping much of my cock into her with each thrust and feeling like I was in heaven. She was so fucking tight, so fucking hot, and every time she leaned back to kiss me, her lips met mine with incomparable passion. Sasha kissed me in a mindless frenzy, her body driven only by pleasure and with fewer higher reasoning capabilities pushing her forward. Sasha had surrendered to this intense fuck, losing herself to the two guys who fucked in and out of her with a growing passion.

I doubted either of us was all that surprised when she finally came, messy and hard and crying out in ecstasy, but the way she clamped down on us, it almost felt like this was the end.

“No, wait, guys, like, don’t cum in her! Don’t cum in her!” Brooke exclaimed, sliding down so that she lay down next to us. “Get her down here, with me… come on, make us some totally messy sluts!”

From where I was kneeling, this was easier said than done, but I didn’t have Peter’s strength. With a silent understanding and a grunt of passion, he lifted the cheerleader uniform-clad Sasha off of both our cocks and lay her down next to Brooke. Though bleary-eyed and still having lost herself to the intensity of the fuck we’d all just shared, Sasha followed Brooke’s lead and opened her mouth, the two girls sticking out their tongues, ready and waiting for Peter and I to do what we had to do.

With both of us now kneeling next to the girls and stroking out cocks, Peter and I no longer held back. I let the entirety of the encounter catch up to me, and unleashed a tremendous amount of cum all over Sasha and Brooke’s faces, my own massive load soon joined by Peter’s as the two of us utterly covered our girlfriends. Being the closest one to us, Sasha’s face got the lion’s share of the cum, her pretty features and glasses looking utterly coated, but by the volume we had to spare, and the pressure we were under, Brooke got more than her fair share. The two girls moaned as we painted them, and even well past the point that we had finished, the two of them kissing and making out as they shared in our cum.

I collapsed on my back on the bed, while even Peter sat down, catching his breath. A moment of reality swept over the room, this awkward little period where we all realized what had just happened, and wondered just where things were going to take us from there. I would have expected Peter or Brooke to be the first one to say something, but when neither of them did, I felt compelled.

“So… that was pretty fucking fun, right?” I said.

“Totally,” Brooke said.

“Totally,” Sasha agreed, looking down at herself. “Oh… maybe I shouldn’t have worn all my uniform for this… fuck, I’m such a fucking mess.”

“You look great,” Peter said, chuckling.

“Thanks, but great’s still gonna mean I’ve got plenty to clean up,” Sasha said.

“Should’ve stayed naked like me,” Brooke giggled, tracing paths of cum down her body.

“Yeah, but this was fun,” Sasha said.

“Serious fun,” I added.

“The kind of serious fun you guys’d be up for doing again?” Brooke asked, brightly. “Because watching you two fucking Sasha like that, got me all hot and bothered and wanting my own DP and, like, think you can get one for me, too?”

She blinked cutely, and I knew that I could never say no to that cute a look, but after what we’d just finished doing to Sasha…

I looked over to Peter, seeing his similar need for a break, and asked, “You good for it?”

“Two minutes?” he suggested.

I looked at Brooke. “How’s five minutes sound?”

Playfully, she pouted. “Like five minutes too long, but, okay! Do whatcha gotta do if it means you’re gonna fill me, I’ll just play with Sasha until then.”

Quickly, Brooke rolled on top of the redheaded cheerleader, who looked all too happy to have Brooke atop her.

“Oh, goodie,” Sasha replied, amused, happy to make out with her friend.

So, yeah, it might not have been the most conventional of encounters, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a whole lot of fun, and with Brooke, Sasha and Peter all gearing up for another round of afternoon debauchery… yeah, I knew there would be some more memories to make before long.