In Need of a Third

Alysa and Yura bend over the pool table, cues in hand, when Rita steps in with the coffee. Alysa sets her stick down. The only thing she wants now is the delicate Asian girl in front of her. She steps close, slips an arm around Rita’s waist, and draws her into a slow kiss. Coffee is forgotten. Bras and panties follow. Fingers roam. Tongues taste. Before long Alysa has Rita on the felt, legs spread, tongue working between smooth cheeks. Yura watches, stroking herself, then joins in. Two mouths on Rita now—one at her clit, the other at her tight rear. Rita moans and arches. Alysa grabs the lube, slicks her fingers, and opens her carefully. One digit, then two, turning gentle circles until Rita pushes back, hungry. A slim toy appears; Alysa eases it in while Yura straddles Rita’s face, grinding down. Wet sounds fill the room. When Rita is ready, Alysa trades the toy for her strap-on. She presses the head to that freshly stretched hole and sinks in—slow, steady, every inch claimed. Rita gasps, eyes glassy. Yura leans in to kiss her, swallowing the moans. Alysa sets a firm rhythm, hips rolling, balls tapping Rita’s dripping pussy with each thrust. She reaches around, rubs Rita’s clit, and the girl shudders into a hard climax. Yura follows soon after, grinding on Rita’s tongue. Alysa pulls out, slick and glistening, just long enough to flip Rita onto her knees. One more thrust, deeper this time, and she empties herself with a low growl. They stay tangled, breathing hard, sweat cooling on bare skin. The pool table lights flicker above them, the coffee long since cold.