I have two roommates — one guy, one girl. Being young, open-minded, and horny, we all quickly fell into a friends-with-benefits scenario.

Some days Elle and I hunger for girl-on-girl action; on other days we each want to take our roommate Cole’s dick. At the end of the day, everyone’s happy.

I have two roommates — one guy, one girl. Being young, open-minded, and horny, we all quickly fell into a friends-with-benefits scenario. Some days Elle and I hunger for girl-on-girl action; on other days we each want to take our roommate Cole’s dick. At the end of the day, everyone’s happy.

One night after half a bottle of tequila made us feel extra silly, Cole proposed that we play a game of ring toss. Confused, Elle and I laughed.

But Cole was serious. He ran off to his room and returned with a set of rings in various colors and sizes. Still, Elle and I didn’t completely catch on. Slipping some of the rings around her wrist, Elle took a quick glance around the room. “Do we need a wine bottle or something?” she asked.

“No,” Cole said as he pulled down his pants. “I’ve got everything we need right here.”

With Cole’s lounge pants out of the way, it was plain to see that he was already aroused. His boxers stood tented at the center, a pointed reminder that Cole’s giant pole was more than capable of catching our rings.

Elle and I were seated on either end of the couch with plenty of space in between. Cole settled himself right at the center before tossing the rings onto the coffee table. Spreading his arms wide, Cole regarded us both and said, “Step right up and try your luck, ladies. Big rings mean a blowjob for me; small rings mean a ride for you.”

Skeptical, I cocked a brow. “I don’t think those small rings will fit around your girth, Mr. Carny.”

Pretending to be wounded, Cole placed a hand over his heart. “I know you’re not accusing me of rigging my game.” Winking, he added, “Besides, there’s only one way to find out if you’re right.”

Clapping her hands, Elle bounced in her seat. “I’m game,” she said. Giggling, she picked up a ring and gently tossed it toward Cole’s hard cock.

When Elle missed, I took a turn for myself. Always one to aim high, I skipped the big ring and made my first toss with a tiny one.

Unfortunately, the soft rubber circle merely grazed the crown of Cole’s dick before falling next to Elle’s ring.

Determined to win, I reached to grab a large ring, but Elle beat me to it. Glaring at me, she chided, “Hey, no cutting, it’s my turn.”

I sat back in my seat, watching as Elle gracefully landed her ring around Cole’s hard cock.

Though I was disappointed that she was the first to “win,” the feeling didn’t last long. After all, the three of us played so well together, I knew I would have my chance to join the fun.

Pumping her fists in the air, Elle hooted in triumph. Continuing her celebratory dance, she peeled off her T-shirt, revealing perky breasts.

Elle crawled to Cole. She bowed her head, planting a kiss atop the crown of his dick. But instead of immediately taking Cole’s rod into her mouth, Elle dipped even lower, trapping the rubber circle sitting at the base of Cole’s shaft between her teeth.

Slowly she lifted the ring, careful not to knock the rubber against Cole as she moved. After several breathless seconds, Elle cleared Cole’s crown and dropped the ring to the floor.

“Well, aren’t you a talented little carnival performer?” Cole smirked. He stroked some of Elle’s glossy black hair away from her face.

Though it looked like an intimate gesture, I knew Cole better than that.

Sure enough, Cole slid his hand to the back of Elle’s head and guided her toward his lap.

Elle didn’t need much encouragement. She leaned in and relaxed her jaw, making half of Cole’s dick disappear in a single swallow.

For a few moments, I sat on the couch, quietly taking in the scene that played out before me. Cole’s naked body reclined lazily, his long, hairy legs stretched out in front of him. One hand remained firmly planted on the back of Elle’s head while the other was tucked behind his own.

While Cole appeared the picture of relaxation, Elle was hard at work, her lips sealed tightly around Cole’s dick as her head bobbed up and down. Every few pumps the suction she created produced a wet, slurping sound that sent shivers up my spine.

Feeling the space between my thighs grow slick with arousal, I decided it was time to lend Elle a hand. Reaching beneath her bobbing head, I brushed my fingers over Cole’s balls.

He really liked that. Cole’s body grew stiff as he sucked in a breath. His hips lifted off the couch, driving his dick deeper down Elle’s throat.

Though Elle’s eyes began to water, she took it like a pro. One delicate hand gripped Cole at his base and slid upwards, massaging his dick while relieving the pressure on the back of Elle’s throat.

Watching Elle suck off Cole made my mouth water. A pulse kicked in between my legs. I wanted to feel Cole’s velvety skin along my tongue, too.

Sliding onto the floor, I positioned myself between Cole’s legs before gently lifting Elle’s head from his lap. “My turn,” I murmured, licking my lips. “Get under me, Elle.”

“With pleasure,” Elle purred.

Rules of the game forgotten, Elle joined me on the floor.

I eased my knees apart, giving Elle all the space she needed to slide between my legs. As I sealed my lips around Cole’s dick, Elle closed her own mouth around my clit.

Though my mouth was full of Cole’s dick, I groaned. Struggling to keep my mouth shut, I sucked Cole’s dick harder, allowing the sounds of my pleasure to roll over his shaft.

Grunting, Cole twined his fingers through my hair, pushing my head down so that his crown tapped the back of my throat.

Instantly my mouth grew slick with saliva, providing the necessary lubricant to glide up and down Cole’s dick. Proud to have taken Cole even deeper than Elle did, I brushed my lips over his balls before ascending back to the tip.

“Mmm,” I hummed, wanting to let Cole know how much I enjoyed deep-throating his dick. His skin felt hot and silky, sliding easily along my tongue. I savored his feel and taste, allowing Cole’s murmurs of pleasure to guide my ministrations.

Elle delicately lapped at my pussy during all this. At first, the subtle stroke of her tongue relaxed me. Using my own arousal as motivation, I quickly pumped Cole’s dick into my mouth, eager to make him come apart before I claimed my own pleasure.

But then Elle upped the ante, using a combination of her lips, teeth, and tongue to leave me shaking with unspent energy.

My mouth opened in a scream, causing me to lose hold of Cole’s dick. He groaned in protest, using his grip on my hair to guide my mouth back to where he wanted it.

Having lost muscular control thanks to Elle’s talented tongue, I was grateful for Cole’s assistance. I knew that as long as Elle continued to work her magic between my legs, it would be impossible to keep my mouth closed around Cole, so I decided to change tack, caressing his length with the flat of my tongue.

Though I missed the feel of Cole filling my mouth, licking instead of sucking really improved my range of motion. Now I had free rein over Cole, and I was really lapping it up.

Using the tip of my tongue, I traced the thick vein that ran from the base of his shaft all the way up to the crown. Emboldened by the sound of Cole sucking his breath through his teeth, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, savoring the tangy taste of pre-come that beaded at its center.

Intent to keep Cole guessing, I meandered south and lavished my tongue over his balls. He was so close to coming that his sack had grown tight and firm, allowing my tongue to easily slide along the sensitive skin.

Relinquishing his hold on my hair, Cole planted his hands on either side of his thighs, digging his fingers deeper into the cushion after every sweep of my tongue. His legs grew tense, causing them to shake as he struggled to remain still.

Spurred by his complete loss of control, I started licking harder. Faster. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside of Cole’s dick and circled his girth, treating him like a popsicle in danger of melting.

But while a popsicle would melt beneath the warm touch of my tongue, Cole became harder.

Consumed by my desire to make Cole come, I set my own needs aside, intent to ignore the pleasant feeling of Elle playing between my legs.

I licked my way back up to Cole’s crown and opened my mouth wide once more. After sealing my lips around his tip, I traced circles around him with my tongue until more of Cole’s natural lubricant filled my mouth. I savored his saltiness, enjoying the way our juices blended to allow Cole to slide in and out of my mouth with ease.

Then Elle began to land light flicks onto my clit with her tongue, banishing my resolve to focus solely on Cole.

I screamed again, but this time I made certain that Cole’s dick remained in my mouth.

But Elle wasn’t done yet. She knew that I was speeding toward an orgasm and she wasn’t going to allow me to put it off a moment longer. Sealing her lips around my clit, she sucked and flicked until my vision blurred.

Another scream rumbled in my chest. Bearing down, I continued to suck on Cole even as the sound reached the back of my throat. The sound rippled over Cole, massaging his shaft, amplifying the sensations evoked by my lips and tongue.

Cole’s fingers found his way back into my hair as his hips lifted off the couch. He grunted, thrusting into my mouth at breakneck speed.

My orgasm reached its crest at the same time, rocking my body right as Cole’s hot come jettisoned into my mouth.

Swallowing past my moans, I let Cole’s seed slide down my throat as I enjoyed my orgasm’s final tremors.

As the world came back into focus, I found myself searching the room for rings, already raring to play again.