I really thought I was in for some shit when my boyfriend found out I was fucking his roommate’s girlfriend.

As it turns out, he was just disappointed that he never had a chance to watch. Not being shy girls, Jane and I agreed that if our boyfriends were cool with us fucking, we should at least let them in on the fun.

Later that evening, Jane dragged two armchairs into the bedroom she shared with Brian and instructed the boys to take a seat. Once they settled, their eyes trained on myself and Jane, we both crawled onto the bed.

Always the dominant one in our play sessions, Jane took the lead. She directed me to the center of the bed facing both men and eased me onto my knees. After Jane was happy with my position, she kneeled behind me. Her hands snaked around to my front, toying with the opening of my satin robe.

With a quick tug of the sash, Jane whipped the robe from my body. Her hand skimmed between my thighs and slipped inside my slit. Stretching her fingers wide, she opened my folds, using her whole hand to massage the sensitive area. The heel of Jane’s palm rocked against my clit while her fingers slid over my sex.

Right as my eyes rolled back into my head, Jane upped the ante. The tip of her finger circled my vagina, teasing the sensitive skin around the edge before sinking into my hole. She crooked her finger inside me, seeking out that spongy spot on my wall that always drives me wild.

She located my sweet spot and pressed hard against it, massaging the raging bundle of nerves. My muscles rippled and twitched over her fingers, desperately working to draw her deeper. I could feel her delicate knuckles rubbing my walls, working in tandem with her fingertips to stimulate my body so that I buzzed with pleasure.

But before I could come apart on Jane’s hand, she pulled her fingers from my depths, leaving me empty and wanting. Ignoring my protests, Jane plotted a path from my clit to my cleavage, spreading my juices over my skin along the way. The dampness still lingered on her fingertips when she reached my breasts. She lifted her hand to my mouth, pressing her fingertips to my lips before sliding inside so I could taste my own arousal.

“Mmm,” I hummed. The tangy-sweet taste of my pre-come bloomed in my mouth, making me salivate over Jane’s fingers.

“You like that?”

Not wanting to release her fingers from my mouth so I could speak, I nodded my head in agreement.

“Ooh, I know you do, you dirty little slut,” she purred.

Jane slid her free hand along the side of my torso and swooped up to cup my breast. She trapped the nipple between her fingers and gave it a quick pinch while her other hand pumped furiously into my mouth. “Let’s show your man Mitch how wet you get for me,” she growled.

Jane moved out from behind me and motioned for Mitch to stand next to the bed. “Go ahead, Mitch,” she murmured. “Slip those thick fingers between your girlfriend’s legs and see how fucking wet I made her get.”

Mitch met my gaze and held it as he swept his fingers between my legs. As Jane said, I was already extremely wet, so Mitch’s fingers easily slid across my slit. When he pulled his hand away I could see his fingertips glistening. He rubbed them together as though trying to test their slickness, then he licked his fingers clean.

With a smile, Mitch walked back to his chair, leaving Jane and me to our own devices.

Once Mitch was settled in his seat, Jane pulled me down onto my back and crawled between my open legs. “Let’s see if Mitch left any cream for me.”

Jane swept her tongue along the center of my sex, finally giving me the attention I craved. It didn’t matter how long Jane lapped at my pussy; she’d never lick me dry. How could she when every flick and tap of her tongue drew more sweet nectar from my body?

Using the very tip of her tongue, Jane plotted a path around my pussy. Around and around she went, licking a path from lip to lip as she circled closer to my hole.

When she finally reached my vagina, pre-come was flowing freely, but not enough for Jane’s tastes. Oh no, she wanted to collect every last drop.

Jane opened her mouth wide and plunged her tongue deep into my hole. She sucked me into her mouth and wiggled her tongue inside me, humming her approval as my walls stretched to welcome her.

The gentle vibration created by Jane’s murmurs of appreciation buzzed through me. Unable to absorb the feelings of pleasure pulsing through my body, I thrashed beneath her, twisting the sheets in my fingers as I screamed through my release.

When my body finally stilled, Jane crawled from between my legs. A sly smile pulled at the corners of her lips, leaving no doubt that she thoroughly enjoyed fucking in front of an audience. She kneeled over me and brushed her fingers over my hand, gently caressing the skin before gripping my wrist and pulling me into sitting position. Giving my arm a tug, she urged me forward, making me crawl to her. “My turn,” she said with a smile.

Once I was close enough to flick my tongue over Jane’s clit, she wound her fingers through my hair and pulled my face hard against her mound. “Eat me, Mary,” she growled.

Eager to please, I pressed the flat of my tongue to her clit. The light peach fuzz that dusted her skin tickled my tongue, making my mouth water. I let the liquid spill from my mouth and fall over her flesh. Satisfied that her clit was nice and wet, I swirled my tongue over the bud good and hard.

Jane hissed as she sucked in a breath between her teeth. She tightened her grip on my hair, pulling me hard against her. “That’s right, slut,” she growled. “Show them how hungry you are for me.”

Jane’s dirty words of encouragement rang in my ears. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the steady pulse beating between my legs. Ignoring my insistent desire to get off, I got to work lapping at Jane’s slit, easing my tongue between her pillow-soft folds. Her thick, generous pussy lips unfurled, forming perfectly to my mouth.

Suddenly Jane’s hips bucked, shoving her hard against me. Then I felt the tip of Brian’s dick tap my chin and I understood why. His fingers brushed my skin as he grabbed his shaft and repositioned it to slip inside Jane.

Once Brian was snugly seated inside Jane he began to work his hips, slowly pumping himself into her. Jane rode his dick and my tongue at the same time. Every hitch of Brian’s hips made Jane move against my mouth, aiding me in my effort to make her come apart.

I followed the rhythm he set, allowing it to guide my tongue’s movements over Jane’s clit. My mouth watered when her hips twitched against me — a telltale sign that Jane was roaring toward an orgasm. I couldn’t wait for her sweet come to fill my mouth, to let her cream coat my tongue and drip down the back of my throat.

I was so focused on Jane’s pleasure that I didn’t feel Mitch come up behind me. His fingers curled into my hips, pulling my ass flush against him so that I could feel his erection pulsing against my backside. Then he rocked his hips, sliding along the length of my ass crack until my cheeks cradled his shaft.

Mitch continued like that for a while — slowly sliding his dick up and down between my cheeks. I tried not to let his actions distract me, but when the tip of his dick drew closer to my pussy, that became easier said than done. I longed to feel full again. To feel my walls expand and contract around his girth.

Finally, Mitch fulfilled my wish. The tip of his dick eased inside me, urging me to open up. I sighed with relief when Mitch seated himself inside me, sending a hot puff of air over Jane’s mound.

Jane hissed in response. Her fingernails scraped along my scalp as she struggled to maintain her grip on my head. “Don’t. Stop,” she ground out through gritted teeth.

Never one to disappoint, I pressed the flat of my tongue to her clit, undulating over the bud just the way Jane likes it.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned.

Mitch increased his pace, pumping into me so hard my face bumped against Jane, causing my mouth to fall open on a sigh. Taking full advantage, I sucked Jane’s clit inside and closed my lips over the engorged bud. Keeping Jane trapped between my lips, I flicked my tongue over her, reveling in the little hissing sound she made after every tap.

A scream rumbled deep in my chest. Rather than tamp it down, I used it, allowing the sound to pulse against Jane’s clit. In between screams, I continued to work my tongue over her, creating an irresistible combination of suction and subtle vibration.

My mouth coupled with the feel of her boyfriend’s cock buried deep inside her proved to be too much for Jane. Her hips bucked hard against my mouth and her fingers fell from my hair on a groan. Still, I kept sucking, intent to draw every last bit of juice out of her.

Damn, did Jane deliver. Hot, sweet liquid spurted from between her thighs, thoroughly soaking me from my chin to my chest.

I pulled away briefly to lick the liquid collecting around my lips. Closing my eyes, I savored the flavor. Now that I’d tasted Jane’s pleasure, there was nothing to stop me from claiming my own.

Mitch appeared to agree. His grip on my hips tightened as he slammed into me, fucking me so hard I nearly fell forward.

Jane reached out to steady me. She placed her hands on my shoulders, providing the extra resistance I needed to withstand Mitch’s pounding. With Jane’s support, my body relaxed, allowing me to feel the full force of Mitch’s thrusts.

Within seconds, my walls began to ripple and twitch around Mitch’s shaft, drawing him deeper inside. I tilted my head back on a groan. For a moment, every muscle in my body felt impossibly tight. Then the flat of Mitch’s palm landed on my ass with a thwack, instantly relieving the tension.

I came on a scream, sandwiched between both of my partners, secure in the knowledge this wouldn’t be the last time we all played together.