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.
Riley’s curled up reading poetry on the big couch—loose shorts, flushed from the leftover hum of their buttplug Chen teased them with earlier. June pounces right onto their lap, kisses them deep before they can squeak.
“Come on, pretty. We found a stray kitty who just had our pussies and now wants cock. And Kaori says you’re not allowed to be shy tonight.”
June hushes them with a soft bite to their bottom lip, then drags them by the wrist down the hall.
(What’s your favorite position? Favorite place for Chen’s or Riley’s cum? Favorite kind of porn?)
It’s late. The house is quiet, lights low, the scent of leftover dinner still hanging in the air. Chen is stretched out on the big couch, half-lidded, still a little hazy from all the sticky, soft chaos Riley gifted them earlier.
Riley’s curled on the rug at Chen’s feet, flushed pink and fiddling with the hem of their shirt, trying to act innocent even though everyone knew what they did—how they completely drenched Chen’s face and June’s hair with cum when they lost control.
And June—sprawled backwards on an armchair like a lounging cat—won’t let them forget it.
The front door clicks open. A trio of voices float in:
“Hey, we’re back—”
“—Kaori, I swear if you keep buying mystery mushrooms—”
“—wait. Is that Riley on their knees again?”
Chen’s hand tightens in Riley’s hair as their throat spasms around Chen. Chen is getting close—too close. The sight of Sofia crooning filth in Riley’s ear, the way Riley’s moaning helplessly around Chen’s cock, the sheer mess Riley is making of Chen’s lap—
“Oh fuck—” Chen gasps, hips bucking just once, and that’s it.
Chen’s climax hits like lightning—deep in Riley’s throat, spurts flooding past their lips as they choke and swallow instinctively. Chen doesn’t pull out. They can’t.
After breakfast chaos and a soft, peaceful day, Chen slips away to the bedroom first—low lights, warm blankets, the house hushed as Kaori and June bicker over a movie in the living room.
Riley peeks in shyly, hair slightly mussed from a nap, soft tank top draping off one narrow shoulder. Their eyes flick to Chen’s—they know exactly what Chen wants without a word.
Packed, pressed, and freshly showered, Chen is looking sharp as ever. And their overnight bag hides just enough naughty extras that the TSA doesn’t need to know about.
The flight lands, the hotel suite is bigger than their first apartment, and tucked neatly in their mind is this delicious secret:
They are not spending this trip alone.
The harem back home sighs in unison as Chen’s cock springs free—Kaori gasps dramatically:
“Mmm… look at them, so smug… let’s see if these pretty toys can make them beg…”
Chen leans back as the two women shift focus—one straddles the other’s thigh, robes slipping from shoulders, nipples brushing, lips crashing together.
Back at the harem—
Kaori screams Chen’s name, squirting onto June’s hand while grinding shamelessly.
June pants, covered in Kaori’s mess, giggling through her own shaking orgasm.
Riley whimpers against Ashley’s shoulder, cock pulsing, spilling over Ashley’s tight fist.
Sofia simply hums, eyes half-lidded, thighs trembling as she rides her own slow fingers to a quiet, satisfied sigh.