It was quite odd to walk in on Malia masturbating, let alone to photos you all took earlier. She stays idle, completely shocked and not knowing what to do.
"Don't let us stop you," Lydia says nonchalantly.
"I — what?" Malia asks, so completely perplexed with what's happening right now. Her pussy throbs against her fingers, simply being too turned on at the thought of either one of you or Lydia fucking her.
"You are okay with us being here, right?" You ask, sitting on the bed beside her as she nods. "Ooh, I do like that photo. We all look super hot."
God, as if your voice wasn't torturing her, Lydia sat on the opposite side.
"Should we — um," Malia gulps. She's never been this nervous before; it's quite foreign to her. "Can we?"
"What, have a three-way?" Lydia asks, giggling at the idea as her cheeks flush. She would lie if she didn't fantasise about this too. Malia nods, caving in herself with shyness. She removes her hand, and before she can wipe it on her shirt, you take it and wrap your lips around her delicate fingers, moaning at the taste of her.
"Fuck, that's hot," she breathes, eyes looking like a puppy dog.
"Who do you want to fuck first?" Lydia asks, stroking Malia's hair.
"Um, I," she breathes. "I don't know how."
"What, how to scissor?" You ask, looking at Lydia as Malia nods timidly. "We could show you?"
Lydia shrugs and pulls you in for a kiss, her craving for you intensifying. Malia sits and backs up against the headboard, letting you and Lydia get closer together. She slides your shirt off before unclasping your bra. Malia so desperately wanted to touch you, to touch Lydia, to touch someone. All she can do is sit and watch.
As you and Lydia rid each other's clothes off, Malia presses her fingers against her clit again, rubbing the nerves in slow circles.
Lydia pushes you back against the bed, toying with you as she glides her hands down your body and up around your thighs.
"Please," you breathe, heart, beating so fast with lust. She giggles and shuffles down in between your thighs. She moans as she drags your tongue along your folds, licking up every bit of your wet slick. Malia strokes your hair, not standing the fact that she can't touch you like Lydia is right now. You reach up and hold Malia's hand, smiling sweetly at her,
"You sure you're okay with this?" You ask in a soft moan; the feeling of Lydia's tongue flicking against your clit feels far too good.
"I'm sure," she confirms. "I can't tell you how many times I've thought of doing this."
"Good," you reply before moaning loudly. "Lydia, please, fuck me."
Lydia wastes no time straddling your pussy. Her hips rock gently on yours; the feeling is so immaculate, you feel like you can't breathe. Malia watches in amazement, her pussy throbbing and wish that were her.
Lydia rocks faster, whining as you grind against her also to garner much-needed friction. "Fuck," Lydia hisses, back arching and hands leaning against your leg that sits behind her. She moves her hips in circles, the two of you moaning louder. Malia leans down, capturing your lips with hers. The taste of your lips causes her to moan.
"Touch me," Malia purrs against you. You moan in response, and your hand teases her thigh before finding the spot she needed you most. With the feeling of Lydia's clit rubbing so deliciously against yours and Malia's slick against your fingers, your moans grew louder.
"Fuck, Lydia, I don't know how much longer I can last," you whine, hips bucking against hers desperately.
"Shit, me too," she whines. You turn your head to kiss Malia's thigh, her breathy moans turning you on even more. With your fingers pushed deep inside her, you curl them up to her sweet g-spot, watching her reaction. Her head tilts back, hand clasping your wrist as she guides your hand to finger her faster.
"Just like that, fuck [y/n], please," she begs.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Lydia moans, her hips staggering as she rocks against you harder, so desperate to reach climax. "Fuck, fuck, oh god, [y/n]!"
It doesn't take long for you to follow suit; the feeling of Lydia's pussy throbbing against yours was the final straw that caused the tension in your lower stomach to snap. You moan into Malia's thigh, fingers wriggling inside her as she gets off to you and Lydia cumming for each other.
"Oh my god," Malia sighs. "Um, can I try that?"
"Of course, baby," you pant, chuckling as Lydia climbs off you. She takes a hold of your hand, squeezing it as she lets out a laugh.
"Who'd you wanna fuck?"
"Um, [y/n], if that's okay?"
"Of course! Do as you please to me," you chuckle, sending Malia a wink, to which she blushes hard at. You nod to Lydia, who understands what you mean. She straddles your face while Malia straddles your pussy.
Lydia could cum from the sight of your face between her thighs. Her hips rock against your tongue, soft moans release from her as she feels your nose tap her clit with each of both your and her movements.
Her hands grip the headboard, pussy garnering all the pleasure it's receiving. Your moans muffle against her folds; the vibrations over her clit only make her whine louder.
"fuck," Malia gasps, rocking her hips faster against your clit. She's so desperate for another orgasm; you find it super cute. Malia grips your leg, skin digging hard into the skin of your calf, but you don't care.
Your tongue works harder and faster along Lydia's folds, not wasting any moment in wanting her to cum. Your hand reaches up, playing with her nipples, only making her curse as she cums against your mouth.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck, [y/n]!" Lydia whines, back arching and her body completely convulsing as her body becomes more sensitive. Malia pulls her close, kissing Lydia as she feels herself about to cum.
"Let it go, babe," Lydia encourages, whining as you pull her close to your mouth again. You giggle against her folds as she looks down at you. Her eyebrows knit in pleasure once more as your tongue works at her again.
"fuck, guys, I'm gonna cum,"
"cum for me, malia," you moan against Lydia. Malia's body shakes, her clit throbbing against yours as she cums, and you follow not long after. The feeling is so ecstatic; it makes you only want to cum again and again.
Malia's hips rock gently against yours, riding out both of your highs. Lydia strokes your hair before lifting herself from it and practically collapsing on the bed. Malia follows suit, fitting herself between you and Lydia.
All three of you pant out of pure breathlessness. You can't remember the last time you've felt that good during sex before. The three of you look at each other and burst out laughing.
This is truly an experience none of you will forget, and perhaps maybe do again.
