Sleepwaaaalking. Humming, you wick the sweat from your brow and wash your hands, again. The area next to the oven was always, well, warm. But when it’s easily triple digits outside, the oven’s hell to be near. At least it’s almost four in the afternoon, quitting time for you. The clock reads 3:47, so you pick up a dish cloth and make yourself busy at the sink.

Boris’s Pizza Kremlin has been dead for an hour straight, and you’ve barely sold anything since lunch. Your manager is on duty, he’s a really cool guy. The two of you have chipped all the ice from the freezer, scrubbed the floors, cleaned the oven, cleaned the espresso machine, thoroughly, and a couple of other sucky things. It’s alright, though. Someone will appreciate it, to be sure. Now, he’s out back ripping a bong while you try to keep your urine clean.

You toss the last dirty plate in the dishwasher and flip it shut when the door rings. You shake your hands dry and look out front, even though it’s probably just the tone from the back door. Oddly enough, someone wants either coffee or pizza at four in the afternoon, a rather cute chick with mint-green hair. You grab a paper towel and walk to the cash register.

“Hey,” you say with practiced salesman casualty. “What’s up?”

The girl in with the black and white checkered skirt is craning her neck at the menu, obviously avoiding your plebeian eyes. It’s a sad reality for the minimum wage workers. No respect for quasi skilled labor for a few hours a day. “Hey,” she says quietly. Her light colored shirt is a little stained and hugs her small teenage frame closely. You feel immensely and immediately depressed at the sight of another probably datable girl made impossible by the curse of pizza paw. You sniff your finger covertly and silently moan, it reeks like flour and feces, or something close.

You turn and scrub your fingers again, knowing it will do no good. “Uh, I’ve never been here before,” she quietly inquires. “What, what’s good?”

You turn back to her and pull out a laminated menu, walking her through your preferences. She seems interested in the Grecco, the pizza with no sauce and delicious Greek olives. It really is your favorite. When she leans over the counter, you notice her small golden necklace, it looks like a harp or something. You ask her about it, your usual social uselessness fading away under the pretenses of servitude. The cute girl holds it, showing off her small breasts under a Fallen Is Babylon shirt.

“Oh, this?” she asks, her voice saddeningly cute. “It was a gift from my girlfriend.” That’s the final nail in the coffin. “We’ve been friends since we were little, but we kinda just got close kinda recently. She gave it to me on my tenth birthday, and I’ve worn it everyday since.”

“That’s kinda sweet,” you manage to say, fighting the defeat and depression back. You manage to smile and begin work on the extra large pizza. The clock reads 3:54, and your replacement is yet to show. The adorable lesbian laughs, impressed a bit at the way you can fling the dough five feet up. You finish putting the toppings on and slide the pie into the 600 degree oven, not bothering with a timer. You wash your hands, again.

“Hey, uh, mis-”

“Lyra,” she says from her seat. “Name’s Lyra. Yeah?”

You watch her stand, getting the briefest glimpse of her blue panties. “I-I, uh, I need to ring you up.” You stutter mostly because of the fact that she isn’t matching, the blue would clash with her light red shirt, if they were seen together. You wonder what color her bra is, if she even has one for her B-cups.

“Huh? Oh yeah, uh, yeah. Heh, how much? Oh, and how long?”

“Oh, just like seven minutes. To go, naturally. Uh, that will be $17.89, cash or cred?”

Lyra checks her back pocket and pulls out a card, covered, no, smothered in ponies. You take the card, unable to hold back childish giggles at all the ponies on it. The tiny creatures are all conversing and smiling and flying, some are snuggling, you think you see some even kissing. You know all but the most obscure pony’s names, but the pair in the foreground are new to you. Likely originals, as deplorable as those can be. These two mares, however, look just fine. Likely equine manifestations of their creators.

“I know,” she says, blushing deep red. “It’s not mine, I swear. It’s Bonbon’s.”

You know that name. She comes in often enough, native of Ponyville and all. “It says your name on it,” you retort, smiling wide. It’s the little things that make the day great, like when a cute dike comes in and pays with a card covered in technicolored donkeys.

“Sh-god, okay, it is mine. I love ponies,” she says, almost laughing her ass off.

“Hey, I love ‘em too,” you reassure. “This is glorious, by the way,” you say as you swipe her card. The register beeps and the ticket prints out on the line at the same time as the receipt. You return her card and get her signature. It’s a simple swirly one, hardly a signature as much as a scribble. You put the slip of paper in the cash drawer and check on the pizza. It’s almost golden, so you slide it around and kill a bubble. You slice and box the pizza in less than ten seconds, then give it to the cute customer.

The two of you exchange “thank you’s” and you clock out, tossing the little piece of paper in the trash. Lyra is just leaving as you do the same. She gives you a wave, a special, little and genuine wave. You wave back, awkwardly taking the same route she is.

“Uh, hi,” she says, stopping to walk with you. “You stalking me, or did you just get done with your shift?”

“Uh, I would say both to be funny, but it’s too damn hot to be snide.”

Lyra laughs, matching your step. “I know, right? God, I’d walk home shirtless if I could. Hell, I’d go nude if I could.”

“Same,” you casually respond, sipping some cool soda. “Thirsty?” you offer.

“Oh thanks!” Lyra bends her neck slightly to suck on your straw. She moans lightly in relief, your cool liquid in her hot throat. You mentally record her neck swallowing without even thinking. Lyra lets go with a tantalizing smack of her lips and an “aaaaahhh”, looking at you with her adorable golden eyes.

You’ve both stopped walking, you realize, in the shade of a large tree right on the street. No one else is out right now, likely hidden elsewhere to hide from the heat. The tight cotton sticks to your chest, and your loose jeans constrict a familiar bulge. Lyra stands with you in the shade, carrying her hot lunch, just looking at you. You just look back, smiling a bit, happy to be near her. She’s off limits, even if you are out from behind that damn counter. Her eyes drop for a moment to the plain red pizza box. She blushes a little and looks up.

“W-what’s your name, anyway?” Lyra almost whispers. The hot air is thick with some sort of undue tension.

“Shawn. Name’s Shawn.”

Lyra looks at her pizza, clearly averting her eyes. “Shawn, uh, I live one block that way. Wanna help me and Bonbon eat this pizza? Maybe, share a drink, or play some video games or something?”

“I’m always down to eat a hot pie.”

Lyra looks away, blushing and snickering some.

I’m in, almost. Time to seal the deal. “You’re into guys, right?”

Lyra brushes her long, teal hair out of her eyes. “How could you tell?” she asks sheepishly.

“I just know.” Lyra’s eyes dip below your collarbone to your sweaty chest. Months of roofing and ditch digging this summer after graduating high school have fleshed your lanky frame out well. You watch her bite her lip and look at a nearby building.

“Come on,” she says. “I think Bonbon will like you.”

You simply cross the street and enter her basement apartment, less than a block from your building. You hold the pizza and follow her inside. Lyra’s and Bonbon’s apartment is small, a little less than tidy, yet well furnished. The couch looks like it was bought to sleep on, nice wide cushions and a soft, red velvety material.

Lyra holds onto the corner of a wall and peers around the corner, then returns to the living room. “Nope, no Bonbon. Just you, and me, some lunch, air conditioning, and the entire place to ourselves.”

You set the pizza down on the counter and lean against it. “What did you wanna do?”

Lyra strolls over to you slowly, sometimes looking at you, and blushing heavily. “Uh, well, we could veg out and watch the boob tube, maybe play some games or somethin’, or... something.”

“Or, something?” You stand more on one foot, placing your hands the counter to either side of you.

Lyra spins around and leans on the space next to you. “Uh, I dunno. We could play some games? I got Future Warfare Three.”

You consider it for a moment. “Mmmm, nah, I’m not so into those kind of games, I’m no good.”

“We got other stuff, too. Let’s bring some slices to the couch and see if we can find something.”

You do just that. She has plenty of games, Pop Band, Feeble III, Angry Bards, Recreational Fish Stabbing, First Fantasy MXIV, to name a few, but none of them sound fun. Lyra shrugs and flops down on the couch next to you, flipping on the tv. Nothing good is on on a thursday afternoon, at least on basic cable. You almost pay attention to the food channel for the best part of fifteen minutes, happy to relax with Lyra.

You chew the last of your crust and wash it down with some soda. Lyra sits up and looks at you with a bored little frown.

“Uh, you bored, too?” you flatly ask.

“Yup.” Lyra hops up onto the crazy comfortable couch, scratching at a tiny white-ish stain.

“Uh, do you wanna try out that racing game?”

She just shakes her head twice, waving her minty hair a little. Her bangs are cute, adorable even. You reach up and brush her hair behind her ear. You sit up a little, facing your upper body towards her.

“Uh,” she says as quietly as a purple pony peep. “Wanna make out?”

Bonbon is topless, soaking in the sun’s rays with her curvy back. Lyra pulls herself out of the water next to her girlfriend as you simply watch from the shade. Lyra’s toned little butt looks so nice as water streams off of it in the hot sun. It’s smaller and tighter than Bonbon’s, you’ve recently found out, but both are very nice. Lyra rubs her wet hands over her girlfriend’s back, then takes two big handfuls of butt, leaving two handprints on Bonbon’s bikini bottom. They giggle and kiss for a second, then simply lay still in the sun.

Today is the third night of the camping trip, and the three of you are nearly ready to return home. You’ve done nothing more than make out with Lyra some and secretly watch Bonbon touch herself, with Lyra’s permission. Two nights in one tent have led to some good spooning, though, and some good handfuls of small, perky breasts.

In the shade, you’re erect again in your trunks. You watch Bonbon sleepily flip over, showing off her dirt-speckled tits. They’re bigger than her girlfriends, and her entire figure is generally more curvy. Her small, short waist and wide hips are sexy, but just can’t compete with Lyra’s. Not only is she a good three inches taller, but she’s a bit darker and has more in common with you. She’s about twenty pounds lighter, you’d guess, but that doesn’t really matter too much to you. You sit and watch them make out, maybe aware of your presence.

The sight of them is too much to take, and you just have to whip it out. You slowly run your hand up and down your tool, knowing they’d be either creeped out, impressed or intimidated by it’s size. Just the sight of those two ladies, fond of you and more of each other, brings a lightness to your heart and a lump in your throat, as well as a heat between your knees. You simply stand up and watch them go at it, slowly, their moaning faint on the hot summer breeze. The clear sky above is reflected in the stillness of the pool. The glassy surface looks so cool today. You wick away some sweat with a dirty forearm and begin down the hillside.

About ten steps down, you realize your member is out, so you tuck it back in. Lyra catches your eye, and your hand adjusting your hardness, but she simply winks and moves a hand to caress her girlfriend’s large breast.

“Bonbon,” Lyra barely whispers in her adorably sexy voice, continuing to kiss down her lover’s body. “Want some more lotion? Our friend here wants to help.”

Lyra moans and giggles lightly, sucking on one of Bonbon’s large breasts. The pink and blue haired woman cranes her neck and meets your eye. She blushes deep, but doesn’t cover up or avert her gaze. She visibly molests you, needing to suck up to your chest and feel all of your hardened and tanned body. She bites her lips, moaning softly, when her eyes meet your member. Lyra giggles to herself, knowing exactly how well hung you are.

You kneel down next to her and take the tanning oil Lyra offers, the plastic heated by hours in the sun. You squirt some lotion in your hands, the heat making it viscous like water. You move your dripping hand over Bonbon’s front and gently caress her stomach. She smiles and lays her head back as you dribble some more onto her chest. You lather her entire torso, taking her amazing, round mounds in both hands. Bonbon coos you with praise as Lyra moves behind you.

“How do they feel?” Lyra whispers into your ear, moving her wet hands over your abdomen. “Big and soft, right?” She licks your earlobe and ventures south, almost breaking your concentration. You finish with Bonbon’s chest, making her smile and arch her back when your fingers pinch and slip over her erect nipples.

You move your hands down at the same pace Lyra does, coating Bonbon’s thighs and groin with lotion. She moans in boredom as you work her nice, thick thighs. She opens one eye and laughs, watching Lyra’s hands in your trunks. You move your hands up her thighs as Lyra’s long, delicate fingers ensnare your throbbing organ.

“Flip over,” you quietly order Bonbon.

“W-wha?”

“Don’t ask why, just flip over.”

She does so, showcasing her round ass and curvy back. You trace her spine with a long, thin line of lotion as Lyra traces the bulging underside of your erection. She kisses your neck, moaning and licking your sweaty skin, holding the base of your shaft in one hand. You let one long line of lotion fall on Bonbon’s back and stoop over, pushing Lyra off of you.

You drop your trunks instinctively and rest your erection on Bonbon’s butt, aiming at her head. She moans some question, but the warm lotion makes her mind go numb with pleasant pleasure. You slowly knead her back, making it shine in the sunlight. Your slick hands fall to her ass and massage deeply, gripping and sliding around on her ass. You spread her cheeks, scoping her tight little hole above her hairless slit. Your mouth waters a bit at the sight and the sound of Bonbon moaning. She’s so sexy, and now she’s yours.

You rub your dickhead along her pussy lips, the soft labia moving and lubricating your erection willingly.

“Oh, god, Shawn, Shawn, I,” Bonbon stammers, maybe trying to protest. Lyra shuts her up by simply sitting in front of her girlfriend and spreading her legs a bit. You can just see the contours of her lower lips through her white bikini bottom.

It’s obvious that Bonbon needs your dick, blatantly so. You push it into her labia, feeling her heat, hotter than the summer noon around you.

Bonbon lets out a guttural little moan as you rock your hips forward, filling her up completely on the first go. She’s tight, her hot walls wetter than the lake you watched her step out of. You exhale deeply, holding still inside. Lyra’s touching her own slit through her bikini, for no discernible reason. There’s a nice damp spot on the things, though. You pull back to Bonbon’s hot entrance and roll forward, feeling every inch of her tight, wet hole suck you in.

Lyra sits back on one hand, using the other to shut her girlfriend up by smothering Bonbon’s mouth with her dripping slit. You rock back and forth again, and again Bonbon pleasures you greatly. Watching Bonbon lick the cloth over her girlfriend’s clothed pussy is extremely entertaining, but you just wish the sight wasn’t obstructed.

Like a mind reader, Lyra looks into your eyes and pulls her bikini to the side, showing off her pussy. A little light green hair sticks out, but not much at all. Your mouth waters as you start to find a rhythm.

Lyra’s moans float above Bonbon’s, her sex noises muffled by wet pussy. You almost envy her, getting a generous meal of young cunt. You’re getting pussy, too, you reason, so you simply smile and hump a little faster. Bonbon’s clearly never had much more than fingers to fill her. Her tight pussy is fun and hotter than hell. You adjust and go faster, keeping eye-contact with the eyecandy receiving apparently practiced cunnulingus.

Bonbon lifts her butt into you as she tongues Lyra. You can feel it already, and a lack of sex recently means you’re not going to last long at all. You feel your end coming nearer and nearer, and there’s no stopping it. Just before you finally explode, you pull out and put your cock on Bonbon’s butt. Just when it seems you’re in the clear, she giggles and moves her ass back and forth, lightly stroking you. The sight and sensations are too much, and you finally explode. You grunt a warning, too late, as a long rope of thick cum lands directly in Bonbon’s freshly dry curls.

“H-hey!” Lyra shouts, laughing playfully as she watches the fireworks. You sure as shit can’t stop now, and Bonbon’s frozen in place. You grunt a little and cum a lot more. When you can breathe on your own, Bonbon’s back looks like winter hit for fifteen seconds. White spunk lays about in tiny pools and hot lines, standing out on a natural tan. Some is in her hair, too.

“Did any get in my hair?” she sheepishly asks.

“You’re fine,” you lie. You slap her ass and lay back on the hot rocks, spent for the moment.

“Take a dip, Bonbon, I’ll deal with this fucker.” You sit up and watch as Lyra pounces on you, taking your face in her hands. She looks far from pissed, smiling wide.

“What’s up?” you speak into her face, remaining still.

“You didn’t make her finish, that’s what’s up.” Lyra sits back on your lap, part of her labia sticking out of her bikini bottom. You hear Bonbon mutter something as she slides into the cool water. Lyra’s tight ass presses right into your stiffening cock. You lift your legs and give her a back rest. She doesn’t need it, as she slides forward to sit on your face.

You smile and pull her bikini bottom down to her knees, resting your head on the slightly damp fabric. Lyra’s trimmed hair is in a neat little pattern, like an eye on it’s side. She lowers herself, your headrest slowly falling as well. You open wide and stick your tongue flat on her wet pussy, your eyes crossing a little at the intense and savory taste. She’s not like most pussy, fishy and coppery. She is, a bit, but much sweeter, tangier. You flick her labia lightly and suck her pink nub into your lips. Lyra moans and falls back into your hands. You grip her ass and go about eating her out.

Lyra’s breathing hard and praising your name in seconds. It’s outrageous fun for you as well. Your cock stands tall in the sun, Bonbon’s fluids and bits of your goop cooled it, but now there’s hardly any liquid on your hardness, just sticky residue.

“Ffffuck, Shawn,” Lyra hoarsely says. “You’re a damn natural at eating pussy. But I’m roasting out in the sun. Let’s go in the tent, alright?”

You kiss her lower lips, savoring her taste. If they sold her pussy’s flavor in gum, you’d buy the store out.

“Alright,” you reply, licking your lips and looking up at Lyra. Her perfect little breasts sit

between you and her face. You just look up at her for a moment, smiling into her eyes. Lyra’s bright golden globes stare back, slowly blinking, shaded by her position to the sun.

From someplace far away, Bonbon is splashing, likely scrubbing her hair in the lake’s clear water. Lyra climbs off of you, and you quickly kiss her labia again, smacking your lips. Lyra pulls you to your feet. You kick off your trunks and carry them up the hillside, grabbing your manhood so it doesn’t flop around like a fish.

Bonbon yells something, but you’re already on the trail to the tent, Lyra ten steps ahead and wearing only her top. You reach the tent and dive in, landing face first into a big, soft sleeping bag. You sit up and catch Lyra as she pounces. You kiss her passionately, swapping spit and dueling with your tongues. The big blue tent is like an oven, but that only makes things sweatier and steamier.

After several minutes of groping and touching and kissing and nibbling, you find yourself rock hard and hovering over Lyra, smiling and panting in the hot hot heat. She smiles wide in the blue-tinted light that filters through the navy blue walls of the tent, breathing deeply, as you prepare to penetrate her pussy. You trace her glistening petals with your cock head, sliding wetly over her sensitive clitoris, then push down into her labia. Lyra gasps in pleasure as you stroke her hot pink with your rosy pink dick head.

You kiss her neck and play with her breast roughly. Lyra’s thighs slide up and down, her feet and calves stroking yours. You slip your hand down her sweaty skin, licking down her neck, tracing her collarbone, and sucking her erect little pink nipple. You nibble and lick as your hand falls down to her wet lips. They’re soaked. Your fingers circle the skin of her clitoris, pressing her nub and slipping over it. You twist your hand around and dip a finger into her entrance. Lyra’s back arches magnificently. You dive deep inside, feeling for where you think her g-spot should be. There’s a spongy little spot where you think it should be, and it makes Lyra groan a bit when you touch it. There it is, without a doubt. You take out your finger and slurp up the delicious juice.

“Fuck,” is all she can mutter. You put your cock right on her entrance and prod a little, making her sigh and moan lightly. You rock your hips forward and enter partly. She’s far tighter than Bonbon, even with plenty of foreplay. She opens her mouth wide and clenches her eyes shut as you push inside fully. Finally, you feel her cervix stop you as your cock is fully engulfed. The sensation is far beyond amazing, terrific, superb or great. Your mind numbs to the feeling of Lyra’s hot pussy wetly squeezing your entire length, especially the base. You pull back instinctively a few inches and rock forward, massaging your throbbing organ.

Lyra’s just as speechless. You reach down and palm one of her small breasts. Her sweaty skin is hot and sticky, unlike her cunt. Your cock rolls back and forth easily, despite the mind-igniting pressure. Lyra can barely breath, so she must love it just as much as you. You squeeze her little breast and go faster. She’s so wet, it’s barely work at all. As soon as you pull back some, her pussy pulls you back in like a magnet.

“L-Lyra,” you make your throat speak. “It’s so good, I can’t last too much longer. W-where, ah, fucking hell. Where do you want me to cum?”

Lyra looks up at you with her cute little eyes. Her pupils barely peek over her smiling cheeks. “In!” she squeaks.

“Alright, ah, so good, you close?” You hump a little faster, taking your time to make your strokes as long as possible. The lack of speed is remedied by the sensation of repeated penetration. Each time you pull out, you push back in. Lyra accepts you back in each time with a tiny squeal and compressing your head, then your shaft.

Lyra meekly nods, biting a sleeping bag. She’s stifling her screams, likely for no reason at all. “Ya know,” you say quietly, picking up the pace and rubbing her clitoris quickly. “You can scream if you want. I’m sure no one will mind. I’d love to hear you, actually.”

Lyra looks at you with an unsure glance, before taking a deep breath.

You fall to her neck and suck on her soft skin, thrusting faster and longer. You continually hilt, your head prodding her cervix every time. You fill her up, she takes you whole. Lyra digs her nails into your back as you fuck her, making her cum.

“Aaaaa, fuck! YES! -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH~” she yells, deafening you and causing a nearby flock of birds to run for their lives. You feel like releasing, too, and there’s not much point in holding back. You pant hard and thrust harder. Soon, keeping up the rhythm is impossible, and your hips fail as Lyra whimpers, spasming around your hardness. Her pussy clenches on your cock and her muscles tense, holding you close. She pulls your butt in with her heels and forces you inside.

“Aaah, fuck!” You feel your core go weak, and then strong, as your cock throbs twice, then fires. Long shot after glorious shot launch out like missiles into Lyra’s hot pussy. You feel at least seven before you relax muscles you didn’t know you were tensing.

“Mmmm, that was great,” Lyra tiredly whispers into your ear. You kiss her cheek as she licks yours, lazily playing and touching after sex. You pull out and let your white seed flow out onto her sleeping bag. You roll over and lay next to her, thirsty, sweaty, broiling in the heat. You wipe some sweat from your face and hold Lyra close, palming her small breasts from behind. Lyra’s hot skin feels fine against your chest, and you’re both lazily dozing in seconds.

Pain. Some sort of pain, not intense, but uncomfortable. You try to open your eyes, and they do, slowly, to reveal darkness. You bend your elbow to find that a head, Lyra’s, is still on it. You roll away from her a little, cringing as your skin peels off of hers. You feel nothing but intense tingling below your elbow, like needle pricks all over it. Lyra stirs and rolls over to look at you.

“Hey,” she whispers. She sleepily lets your arm adjust and pulls herself to you. You pull her on top of you, your arm painfully waking up.

“Hey,” you whisper, suddenly warmer with her hot body on yours. You realize that you were chilly, actually. Probably the sweat cooling as the sun went down. You kiss her passionately and rub her back. She moans softly and kisses a bit faster, waking you up more and more.

For probably ten minutes, you just kiss, Lyra bare and exposed to the world behind her. You grab her tight little butt playfully, but there’s a hand already there. You break the kiss and look around her. Lyra simply smiles and giggles when you see Bonbon behind her, a hand hidden by Lyra’s ass.

“Hey,” she whispers. You can’t help but laugh a little, your throat as dry as a desert. You cough and look around in the darkness for a bottle of water hiding someplace. You just had one.

“Here ya go,” Lyra whispers, handing you a big bottle with some water. You gratefully take a few gulps and hand it back.

Lyra kisses you again the second she drops the plastic bottle. You and she kiss some more, her moaning more than she should. You think of objecting, but Lyra moves her body against your hardness. The sweat is lubrication enough, and the hot sensation feels great. Sucking on her tongue, forcing yours into her mouth, swapping sweat and breath is fun as well.

“Hey, Lyra,” Bonbon says.

She breaks the kiss, looking down lovingly into your eyes. She turns her head, pulling her bangs out of her eyes. “Yeah, Bonbon? You bored back there?”

You don’t bother to watch, but it’s likely she’s nodding.

“Well,” Lyra says. “Wanna Eiffel Tower?”

Eiffel what now?

“Oh, god, you read my mind Lyra. Which end do you want?”

Lyra simply sits up some, propping herself up on your chest.

“Ugh, fine!” Bonbon hops up and stretches her legs, showing off her nude form. She’s sexy, but kinda chubby. Lyra’s considerably thinner, and sexier. Her b-cups pale in comparison to Bonbon’s big breasts. Lyra’s tits are cuter, anyhow.

“Sorry Bonbon, Shawn’s dick just fills me so good!” Lyra sighs and rolls her hips some, caressing your sack a bit. You can’t help but thrust your hips a little. Lyra notices and lifts her ass up some. “You’re just ready on cue, ain’t ya, Shawn?”

You simply take her hips in your hands and nod. Bonbon moves behind you, her knees squeaking on the fabric of the sleeping bags. Lyra reaches down and strokes you gently as Bonbon takes your hand and makes you stroke her upper thigh. It’s already slick and hot. You look behind you and watch her pet her fat lips slowly, making her juices flow. Your cock throbs in Lyra’s soft hand. The teal-haired girl giggles and grips it hard. You gasp and instantly poke Bonbon’s clitoris, only quasi-consciously.

Bonbon puts a hand on your forehead and sits her lips right on yours, facing her girlfriend. You can hear them moan and giggle a bit, swapping spit.

You’re forced to inhale her bittersweet smell. When you breathe deep and slip your tongue in, droplets her juices splash into your nostrils, injecting her scent and hormones into your brain. Your vision fades to white for a moment, and you can perceive nothing but touch and scent for some time. You deftly use your tongue to make Bonbon squirm while a hotness graces your shaft. You spread your legs some and reach around to Bonbon’s clit and massage that while your tongue labors away in her pink.

The hotness turns from a warm caress to a heated massage, Lyra’s wet flesh parting around yours. She compresses your entire length in one fluid motion.

Bonbon leans forward some, giving you a breath. You suck some air and go right back in, penetrating her with two fingers. Her hot, wet pussy gladly takes your digits, allowing you to explore her insides. You search for her g-spot, but it’s elusive. You blindly thrust and play with her clit some for a bit, using your thumb to stimulate her outer cum button.

“Aaah, soo deep,” you hear Lyra moan. Bonbon’s a lot quieter than her partner. You try and succeed at slipping in another finger. Lyra’s twat slips over your rod to the tip, then you feel her fall down again, engulfing and compressing you slowly. You thrust in three fingers and push your hips up simultaneously, filling both women. The sexy cries and moans alone are unforgettable, but the sensations and feeling of ribbed flesh slipping over your sensitive fingertips and cockhead are priceless.

You pull your fingers out and bring Bonbon’s tasty slit to your mouth. You can’t help but moan and lick her lips, swallowing the extra juices. Lyra suddenly picks up the pace, or just begins moving again, it’s hard to tell. Either way, she’s stifling her little moans and riding you very fast. She’ll pick her tight little butt up and expose your shaft to the warm summer night, then fall down and suck you up into her again. It’s so good, the feeling of her tight pussy. It’s like your cock was molded to fit her; you fill her completely and feel her completely. You help her establish a quick pace with your hips and suck hard on Bonbon’s clit, pushing hard into where the g-spot you’ve read about should be. You feel a little harder spot, but that’s it.

“F-oh fuck! Ah, right there!” Bonbon’s alto voice quietly fills the tent. You smile and bite her clit some, thrust a little harder with your hips, and stroke her g-spot with a “come hither” motion, but your fingertips curling towards Lyra. Bonbon really likes that. She leans forward some and can’t stop moaning. You grab her round ass in your free hand and go quicker, thrusting your hips and fingers harder. You can hear Lyra some, too, as she says your name out loud. She’s too damn sexy.

Bonbon suddenly shakes on top of you. You stroke her spot a little harder and faster, sucking hard on her sensitive clit. Lyra sits her up and kisses her deeply. “Gonna cum?” you hear over the wet sex noises.

You hear some hot moaning, but that’s it. Bonbon rocks her hips with you, and you translate her movements into thrusts with your hips. Lyra cries out softly as Bonbon finally cums. A little bit of girlcum gushes out, and her pussy walls clamp down randomly on your three fingers. You stroke her g-spot faster and harder, just vibrating on the spongy little nub as she continues to cum. Bonbon moans out in climax and painfully clenches down on your fingers, but you don’t stop. She gyrates her hips and whimpers as you just go faster and harder. Her orgasm lasts for a long time, how long is hard to say. When she’s done, she stands on her knees and pulls your hand out. Your forearm and face are drenched in her fluids.

“That’s enough for now, lover boy,” Bonbon says quietly. She simply slumps down next to you, watching Lyra finish her ride. You grab Lyra’s slender hips as she bends over to kiss you. You both share a long, slow kiss, sharing Bonbon’s taste. You thrust a little, but don’t break away. Lyra helps, lifting her butt in time. Her pussy is so damn hot, tight, perfect. You moan into her throat, your limit nearing.

You grab her ass and move along, thrusting a bit faster and harder. Lyra breaks away, saliva dripping down her chin. “Ah, god damn, Shawn. It’s too good, I’m gonna cum.” Lyra clenches her teeth and her eyes shut and tries to just keep up the pace. “Gah! S-so goo-ooood! Al-most there! Fuck me and fill me up again, Shawn!”

Lyra leans back some, letting her weight fall onto your waist. You use all your might to fuck up into her, pushing into her cervix with every thrust. She gasps shakily, grabbing her hair and pushing out her chest. Lyra’s little nipples point straight out on her convulsing chest. You feel her pussy clamp down around your rock-hard organ spasmodically, and you can’t hope to hold back for more than a few seconds. You take her hips in your hands as Lyra screams out. “FUCK! FUCK ME! OOoooohh YES!”

You cum with her. A huge volley of thick hot cum erupts again from you, making Lyra smile and sink lower on your shaft. You look at the sky through the window in the tent and just release all you can. You feel every single drop of cum shoot out, making your brain turn to mush for a bit. Your mouth feels dry as you finish.

“Oh, god,” Lyra softly moans as she falls forward to kiss you. You return her tongue and then some, lazily swapping spit and what’s left of Bonbon on your lips. Lyra lifts herself off of your semi-flaccid self and cuddles up close to you. Bonbon follows suit on the other side, stroking your milky length. You make out with her for a little, Bonbon’s fuller lips are a bit different to kiss. You’re already used to kissing Lyra, she’s sensual and genuine and giving, but Bonbon requires you to take the initiative. It’s not bad, far from it, she’s a great kisser, but different from her girlfriend. You see how they make a great couple, just in their kissing techniques.

Lyra reaches around your toned body and strokes your abdomen, then shamelessly pulls on your tired phallus. She licks her hand clean of the combined fluids. Lyra crawls over you and kisses her girlfriend. You trace the contours of her tight little ass as she swaps spit, sloppily spilling some.

Lyra moans and giggles as you softly trace her labia, stopping to poke her clit a little. “Ah, what do you think, Bonbon? Wanna go again?”

You watch Bonbon shake her head. “I’m tuckered out from hiking all afternoon. You two probably have plenty of energy after napping so much.”

“Heheh, mmmmmyeah, sounds about right.” You slowly push your first finger in to the second knuckle and just play a bit. Lyra breathes a little deeper, but does a good job of hiding your hand.

“Well, I’ll just watch you two fuck, I guess. I’m not that horny anymore anyway.”

“Aw, Bonbon, I’ll make it up to you when we get back home, alright?”

“I know you will, Lyra, little fuck machine.”

“Ah-” Lyra can’t help but moan as you push your finger all the way in. “This issue is tabled for the car ride back tomorrow.”

“Yes, senator Lyra,” you chime in playfully, stroking her labia. Your cock is stiffening again already. “Alright, how you wanna do it now?”

Lyra sits up on your left, looking into your eyes. “I don’t know. It was so fun, riding you. And having you in me while you’re on top was a lot of fun, too.”

“Yeah.” You roll over and look into her eyes for a second, just sharing smiles. “I think I know how to do you, just toss me a spare sleeping bag.”

Lyra finds a pillow and a sleeping bag and throws them at your face. You smack her back with the pillow, making her fall on her side giggling. You put the sleeping bag and the pillow behind you and lean back on them some, catching her as she tries to slap you. Your move makes her fall on top of you, her face close to yours. You smile at her, smelling her sweet breath. Lyra smiles back, and you sensually kiss some, sharing spit and plenty of tongue. She moans as you hold her close and shove your tongue into her mouth. She sucks it eagerly and pushes you back.

“Do me,” Lyra whispers. “Right here, like this, and don’t ever stop.” Lyra kisses you passionately, inhaling and moaning as you grab her tight ass again. You lift her up and penetrate her, slowly filling her up. Lyra’s tight pussy takes you whole quickly. She moans as you begin to thrust and push your tongue in her mouth. Her cute little moans fill the tent and then some, her wetness making things so easy.

You pick up the pace and the force, and Lyra helps with her own body. She shakes as you fuck her, and soon she can’t even move on her own. She simply stands on her knees with her hands on your shoulders as you pump up into her love hole. Lyra’s ribbed walls suck you back in everytime you pull out, making you defy gravity. You feel ready to burst again soon, her pussy is too willing.

“Ah, oh my fucking god, Shawn,” Lyra whispers. “J-just like that. Oh, I’m getting so close. How ab-ooooooh, about you?”

“Getting there,” you plainly respond, trying to hide your progress. “You’re so tight, Lyra, I can’t believe it. I love you.”

You pick up the pace and grit your teeth. “Er, it. I love it.”

Lyra whimpers a bit, then falls into your chest, making you stop. “You said ‘you’.”

“I-I meant the implied you, as in your pussy!” you quietly scream, your face as hot as the rocks by the lake at midday.

Lyra suddenly kisses you on the lips with the most genuine passion. She gently rolls her hips forward, pushing your hardness fully inside as you gently share the kiss. Lyra melts in your embrace as you hold her tight, feeling her entire body, pressing her chest to yours. She moans as you accept her tongue and play lovingly with her mouth. You just hold her tight and suck on her tongue, pulling her mouth muscle with your lips. You let go and feel her suck your tongue into her mouth for a short time. She sucks on your lip and breaks away slowly, staring at your face. The moonlight trickling into the tent through the flap reflects and illuminates her face the faintest bit. Her golden eyes stare into yours, holding you in her two pretty galaxies.

“Ah, dammit, I think I love you too, Shawn.”

You thrust your hips gently, making her smile wide and roll back and forth, playing the game with you. Lyra smiles wide and bites her lip, breathing heavy and fucking faster. “Mmmm, oh yeah, fuck me just like that.”

You thrust a little harder and faster, closing in on your finish line. “Lyra, you close?”

Her face is screwed up into an adorable little grimace of joy. “Mmmhmm!” She quietly squeals through her teeth. You palm her small tits roughly, her erect nipples poking your hands. Lyra moans and moves quicker, enticing you to keep up. You feel close to bursting as you hump away.

“FFfffffuck, Shawn, yes, right there!” You push up a little harder and faster, feeling every inch of Lyra’s ribbed walls. Your cock throbs hard, you can feel a detonation looming. Lyra humps faster and faster, stroking you fully with her sensitive pussy. You can feel her twitching a bit.

Lyra moans aloud and rides you like she’s starving for cock. You hilt over and over again, feeling her pussy twitch and clench around you some. She sits back and takes her hair up in her hands, sticking out her chest and riding your pumping organ. Her shoulders convulse a bit, and she cries out softly in orgasm. Lyra falls into your chest again, smothering her shrieks in your neck. You can feel every inch of your cock inside her spasming pussy, her ribbed walls clenching down on your throbbing member. It’s more than enough to send you over the edge. You thrust up into Lyra and unload all you have. You pull her ass down and push up with your hips as you unleash spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum right into her pussy. Your jaw locks open as you finish, a few final twitches.

“Aaaaaah,” you groan and relax, your rod spent again. Lyra huffs into your neck as you suck air. She sits back, smiling and pulling her hair out of her eyes.

She opens her mouth to speak, but just smiles, subsiding. Lyra comes forward for a kiss, leaving you inside her. The both of you slowly and passionately make out for the better half of an hour to the tune of crickets chirping and soft moaning. You feel her pace and her tongue slow down bit after bit, and opening your eyes is a tough chore.

After a long while, Lyra lazily pushes herself up and climbs off of you, slowly letting your slight rigidity out of her. Some seed pours out, but not that much. “Aren’t you worried about getting knocked up?” you ask her quietly.

“No, I’m on the pill,” she whispers quietly. “Bonbon has a boytoy she brings around, uh, andudn, yeah.” Lyra nuzzles up to you and you hold her nude body to yours. Her skin’s hot and sticky and all yours. You roll over on top of her, pulling some blanket over the both of you. Your back hits Bonbon’s chest, but she doesn’t object. Bonbon only helps you cover up and holds you from behind, pushing her big chest into you. Lyra’s nice little butt sleepily presses into your groin, but she still grinds a little.

You palm her amazing, small, perky tits and rock your hips back lightly. Nothing comes of it, however. All three of you are asleep within minutes, fully spent.