June’s guest: Part 1 (the lesbian threesome)
It starts on a humid Friday night. June bounces out with her guitar and a sly promise of “Back before dawn—or maybe not alone.”
Sure enough, at 2 a.m. the front door clicks open. She stumbles in, giggling, one arm slung around a woman’s waist: Laura, a sweet, broad-shouldered but curvy local bartender she picked up after her set. Laura’s got coppery curls, heavy breasts straining her tank top, and a low, whiskey-laced laugh that makes June feral on sight.
They barely make it to June’s room—lips clashing, clothes half torn off. Laura moans when June pushes her down, straddles her hips, and kisses her with bruising greed. The punk brat doesn’t hold back: she rides Laura’s thigh, bites her collarbone, yanks her tank top down to bury her face between lush breasts.
For a while it’s nothing but frantic breath, squeaks of the mattress, and June’s hissed curses as she grinds herself to soft ruin against Laura’s strong thigh. Laura laughs breathlessly, pulling June’s hair to flip her under—greedy for her own taste of chaos.
Kaori, half-asleep in a silk robe, comes looking for water—and catches the door cracked just enough to see Laura’s big, juicy hips bouncing between June’s spread thighs.
Kaori smirks, slips inside silently. She leans against the doorframe until Laura spots her: flushed, half-naked, June squealing beneath her.
Kaori purrs teasingly: “Didn’t invite me, baby brat? Rude.”
“Kaori— help me— please—” A glassy-eyed June whimpers.
Laura lifts her head, curls tumbling, eyes sparkling: “Oh? More trouble? Come here, pretty.”
Kaori drops her robe at the door.
What starts as chaos turns to blissful teamwork: Kaori crawls up behind Laura, presses soft kisses down her spine while Laura rides June harder. Then Kaori flips Laura onto her back, slides down to eat her out slow while June rides Laura’s thigh again, moaning at Kaori’s purrs against her lover’s slick heat.
All three kiss in messy, overlapping gasps—Kaori’s full breasts brushing Laura’s face, June’s short nails digging into Kaori’s hips every time she shudders.
Eventually, Laura pants:
“Fuck… you two are too much… I need more—need a dick, please—one of you has a boyfriend, right?”
June gasps, tugging Kaori’s hair: “Not quite a boyfriend—but a dick, yeah. And Riley too.”
Kaori grins wickedly, licks Laura’s lip clean:
“Mmm… so whose should we steal tonight, brat? Chen’s… or Riley’s?”
They collapse into a sticky pile, still panting, debating while fingers lazily play at Laura’s folds—
Kaori: “Chen’s is harder and lasts longer. And you know they’ll praise us so good…” June: “But Riley’s is bigger. And they whimper when we tease them. So cute when they lose control…” Laura: “Can I have both? Is that allowed in this house?”
Kaori snorts a laugh, licking Laura’s nipple:
“In this house, baby, anything is allowed—as long as they say yes.”
After hours tangled in each other, Kaori lies sprawled across Laura’s belly, lazily tracing circles on her flushed skin. June kneels between Laura’s thighs, two fingers idly playing at her entrance, making her squirm even now.
Kaori lifts her head, hair sticking to her sweaty collarbone: “Brat. Be useful. Go wake Riley first. I’ll fetch Chen.”
June rolls her eyes but obeys, grinning as she crawls out—naked, thighs sticky, grin wicked.