The cold beer bottle was still pressed to my lips when she dropped to her knees right there in the living room. Twenty-one years old and already grinning like she owned the place, Mia looked up at me while her fingers worked my belt open. My best friend Jake, twenty-four, just laughed from the couch, legs spread, watching his girlfriend fish my thickening cock out of my jeans.
“Told you he’d be down,” he said, taking a slow pull from his own bottle. We had driven up to his parents’ empty lake house for the weekend to blow off steam after midterms. The plan had been fishing, grilling, and video games. That plan died the second Mia peeled off her tank top and dared us both to keep up with her.
Her mouth was hot and greedy. She swallowed half my length in one smooth glide, tongue swirling around the underside while her eyes stayed locked on mine. Jake stood up, stripped his shirt, and moved behind her. He gathered her dark hair in one fist and guided her head deeper until her nose pressed against my stomach. The wet choking sound she made sent electricity straight to my balls.
I grabbed the back of the couch for balance. At twenty-three I thought I had seen wild nights, but nothing prepared me for the way Mia moaned around my cock when Jake yanked her shorts down and buried two fingers in her soaked pussy. She was dripping down her thighs before he even got his jeans off.
“You want both of us tonight?” Jake asked her, voice low and rough. She pulled off my cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening head.
“I want you to fuck me while I suck him,” she answered, already turning to take Jake’s thick shaft between her lips. I watched her cheeks hollow as she worked him, her small hand still pumping me in steady strokes. The sight was filthy and perfect.
Jake didn’t waste time. He dropped to his knees behind her, lined up, and drove straight into her cunt in one hard thrust. Mia’s moan vibrated around his cock. I took the opportunity to feed her mine again, sliding between her stretched lips while my friend pounded her from behind. The rhythm built fast. Every time he slammed forward her throat squeezed tighter around me.
We rotated like that for what felt like hours. I bent her over the couch next, sliding into her tight heat while she sucked Jake clean of her own juices. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking me as I gripped her hips and drove deep. She was twenty-one and absolutely shameless, pushing back to meet every stroke, begging us not to stop.
“Harder,” she gasped when I pulled out so Jake could take another turn. He flipped her onto her back on the wide ottoman, threw her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her so hard the heavy piece of furniture scraped across the hardwood. I knelt by her head, letting her tongue bathe my balls while I stroked myself. Her eyes rolled back when she came the first time, a loud, shaking cry that echoed off the cabin walls.
We carried her to the bedroom after that. The king-sized bed was perfect for what came next. Jake lay down and pulled Mia on top, sliding back into her creamy pussy. I moved behind her, rubbing my cock against her tight little asshole. She looked over her shoulder at me, lips swollen, eyes glassy.
“Do it. I want both holes filled.”
I took my time, spitting on my shaft and working the head past that tight ring. She breathed through it, then pushed back, taking me to the hilt. The pressure was insane. I could feel Jake moving on the other side of the thin wall separating us. We found a rhythm that had her screaming within minutes, caught between us, body shaking through another orgasm.
The room smelled like sex and sweat. We switched positions again and again. I took her ass while she rode Jake reverse cowgirl. Then he claimed her ass while I fucked her throat. She came so many times I lost count. At one point she was on her back, legs spread wide, while we took turns plunging into her overflowing cunt, our cocks sliding against each other inside her stretched hole.
“I’m gonna cum,” I growled, feeling my balls draw up tight. Mia grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper.
“Inside me. Both of you. Fill me up.”
Jake went first, burying himself to the root and pumping rope after rope into her. I followed seconds later, flooding her pussy until it leaked out around my shaft. We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, bodies slick. When I finally pulled out a thick river of mixed cum poured from her well-used cunt onto the sheets.
Mia just smiled, lazy and satisfied, and reached down to scoop some onto her fingers. She licked them clean while looking at us both.
The rest of the weekend blurred together. We barely left the cabin. Every room saw action. I fucked her against the kitchen counter while she tried to make coffee. Jake bent her over the deck railing at sunset, her moans carrying across the empty lake. We double-stuffed her in the shower until the hot water ran out. She took load after load, in her mouth, on her tits, deep in both holes.
By Sunday afternoon we were exhausted, sore, and grinning like idiots. Mia kissed us both goodbye at the car, her lips still puffy, and whispered that next time she wanted us to invite a third friend. Jake and I just looked at each other and laughed. As I drove away from the lake house I could still taste her on my tongue and feel the phantom grip of her body around me.
Some weekends you go fishing. Others you end up balls-deep in your best friend’s insatiable girlfriend while he watches and waits his turn. I’ll take the second option every single time.