Nea-fucking-politan

Seo Dahyun is nothing without these three things: her beautiful voice, her insane stamina, and her absolute willingness for anything and everything under the sun. It started with a tub of ice cream shared amongst the three of you, yet now it lies forgotten, half-eaten and half-melted on the table receiving secondhand shocks from the bouncing on the bed. 

Her legs shake in Nien’s arms, her whimpers making their way into your ears behind her. Holding her up is starting to become a chore, but watching her pupils drift up and into the back of her skull is something truly out of this fucking world. She has a hand on your shoulder, holding on for dear life, with her other arm hooked around Nien’s neck, trying to find some semblance of stability past the two dildos invading her front and back at the same time. NIen herself has her eyes shut tight, teeth embedded into Dahyun’s shoulder, her hands gripping Dahyun’s hips so impossibly tight as she bounces her on her strap. You grow just the slightest bit jealous, knowing that Dahyun’s asshole was the more sensitive of the two, but you tuck it away knowing you’ll have your turn with it eventually. 

It’s one solid twitch, starting from Dahyun’s core outward, making her thighs jiggle beautifully and sending her toes curling and uncurling like nothing she’s ever felt. It travels up her tightening abs, through her flailing arms, down to her fingers that grip ever tightening onto anything she can grab. Your shoulder is one victim, and the slight pain fights its way through the “worth its” of how good she looks taking both straps at the same time. She’s begging, “Nien, Seoyeon, please,” in that sultry, pervy voice that betrays her real desires: do as she says, not as she does. 

You yank yourself out of her abused cunt, and immediately she lets out a stream of cum that soaks you up to the abs. Her squirt is warm and slick on your skin, addictively sweet like her voice that continues rising and rising as you rub the underside of your dildo onto her throbbing clit. Nien doesn’t stop, revelling in watching Soda pop and burst, shooting her cum all over your lower half. The look in Nien’s eye reveals something sinister: it’s her turn. 

“Spit roast, spit roast,” Nien chants as she throws Dahyun forward onto the bed. She pants like she’s only relearned how to breathe, but ever the trooper, gets up and fiddles with the buckles and clips of Nien’s strap. She clicks it on herself just as sluggishly, aiming the other side of the strap inside her cunt. She shivers again, breasts heaving as she violates herself, while Nien shocks you awake from the daze and takes your lips and chest for herself. She rubs your nipples like you’re all hers, and honestly, you could do with a bit more of this attention. You came first, after all, and getting touched again so soon out of turn is a fucking blessing. She strokes your cock, stimulating your inside as the nub over your clit whirrs as it vibrates, getting you ready for her instructions:

“Seoyeon, pussy, Dahyun, throat,” Nien says with much too much innocent-sounding excitement for what she’s asking you to do. But Dahyun doesn’t mind; as soon as Nien falls back and gets comfy, a pillow under the small of her back and her legs spread apart for you, Dahyun inches her cock closer to Nien’s face like it’s the only place it’ll ever go. Nien parts her lips for her, wanting to get a few licks in first, but Dahyun doesn’t notice—or doesn’t want to notice—inches her cock straight into Nien’s throat instead. She has her eyes shut, still hazy from the earlier orgasm that still stains your abs and whimpering from how the tightness of Nien’s neck makes the other side of the dildo inside her go crazy, while Nien gets a hold on her thighs, seemingly unsure of whether to push her off or pull her deeper. The gluck-gluck-gluck that escapes from Nien’s throat fills your head with a haze of your own, and you take your place in between her legs, longing for that same attention. 

Somehow, she’s tighter. It takes a bit more effort to push past the resistance that is Nien’s pussy, and with the way you slide in as your tip finally—violently—clears her entrance, you’d wager that Nien would have screamed her lungs out if she could. Instead she’s left with nothing but a strangled whimper, with more than just moans caught in her throat as you repeatedly feel yourself hit her deepest and most intimate spots. She reaches out to you, trying to find something of yours to have and hold, but all you do is watch as her hand flails around, signalling her begging for mercy. It’s what she wanted, right? To use and be used, just like Dahyun, just like you. The haze thickens in your head, threatening worse things to inflict on Nien’s body, and you, like Dahyun with her hands on Nien’s bouncing tits, give in.

You take the ice cream tub from the table, contemplating which flavor to have: chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry, and trying your hardest at that. It’s all but fruitful though, and as the vibrator buzzes against your clit, your fucking Nien making it all the more intense, you just pick what any other person in your position would pick: all of the above. 

You turn the tub over, and the semi-melted mixture falls onto Nien’s chest. She shivers from the cold—her tits and thighs shake as it makes contact with her skin—but there’s not a single care or thought in your head past the anticipation of licking all that yummy ice cream off her juicy tits. But it’s one last thing: Dahyun reaches her hand out, asking for the tub. Wordlessly it changes hands, and the only thing she can do, through half-lidded eyes no less, was to dip Nien’s toes in what little of it was left. She takes her by the ankle, and thank God for Nien’s flexibility, sucks each and every single one of her toes in turn, humming with every pop of her lips. 

Nien grips the sheets, threatening to pull it off the corners of the bed, as the overwhelming battering of sensations overtake every single one of her senses. Dahyun doesn’t notice—or doesn’t want to notice—as she happily moans with each jerk of Nien’s toes against her tongue, each gluck of her throat sending delicious vibrations through her strap and into her own cunt leaking onto Nien’s face underneath her. It’s too much, much too much for Nien, but you can’t help it: her tits look so fucking good. 

You bend down onto Nien’s chest, and Nien finally finds you; your teeth close gently around her nipple, and she grabs a fistful of your hair. Nien holds you closer, rubs your face all over her chest, smearing the ice cream all over your cheeks, nose and eyes, all the while you carry on feeling the soft flesh of her tits against your face. Try as you might, Nien fails to allow you long drags of your tongue on her boobs, so you settle for tiny licks, pecks, and nuzzles on her bouncing flesh. You’re thankful, at the very least, for Dahyun who fucks Nien’s throat so hard she fucks her onto your strap as well—you’re much too busy trying to catch Nien’s nipples again as the sticky cream gets in the way of your eyes. 

And it’s the same ending all over again; you assume it must have been that way with you too. Nien starts to shake, her fingers wrapping around your hair, tugging at your scalp harder than any hair dye ever could. You feel her thighs jiggling against yours, her chest heaving against your tongue, and the one thing you see past the vanilla in your eyelashes is the bulge of Dahyun’s cock pumping up and down Nien’s throat. She’s probably crying, but with the way she pushes neither of you off, you can tell she loves these types of connected, dialed in, late night activities. It’s an insane way to go, you think, as you listen to how she almost gets “Seoyeon, Seoyeon, Seoyeon” right despite the cock violating her throat. It barely registers, the way her pussy tightens around your strap, before she splashes her own cum right on top of Dahyun’s earlier orgasm. You try pulling out, but the moment your cock vacates her sore pussy, it falls right back down and slaps her clit one last time: another fresh stream of squirt douses your abs as you rock your strap back and forth over her throbbing nub. 

Dahyun yanks herself out, seemingly having cum herself, and as she pulls out, you find Nien’s face soaked with Dahyun’s slick all the same. She chokes, coughs, wheezes as her lungs cry and scream for just one proper breath of air, and in that moment, only one thought is in your head:

“Dahyun, ass, Nien, throat.”