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I was confused. Dizzy. Spit dripping from my chin, wet lips on my neck, and fingers digging under my shirt, roaming the space between the top of my spine and my ass. They were big hands- strong hands like Ellie's only different.

My jaw goes slack, and my eyes barely open enough to catch glimpses of Ellie. Her eyes flickering an amatory light, but still, the rest of her remained composed.

My eyes closed, lulling my head to the side to rest in the crook of Abby's neck, and my fingers tightening in the undercut of her hair, pulling occasionally when she'd raise her leg to grind into my cunt, "Abby.." I breathed, and lifted my head up, catching her gaze that felt oddly familiar to Ellie's.

Her arms wrap around me, completely swallowing me whole. I felt her everywhere- my hips, ribs, shoulders- it felt good, but my body needed Ellie. I wanted her slim fingers, her breath, her voice- I wanted it all.

Abbys hands came to my front, lifting up my shirt until the fabric bunched above my breasts. One arm wrapped around me, nestled in the small of my back to pull me closer, and met my eyes for a split second before leaning in to connect our lips. I moaned into her, feeling the sting of her hand on my breast, kneading and messaging the fat, and using her fingers to gently yank on my nipples.

I was close- not just from the kissing and the touching and the alcohol, but knowing Ellie was the one who even started this was making my head spin that much faster. I don't get how we got here- how this innocent hangout was turning into a biblical sin. Why did Ellie tell me to kiss her? Did Ellie plan this-? Or was it something she conjured up during the heat of the moment?

If I weren't so hellbent on an orgasm, I would've made the effort to ask these questions sooner, but it's too late for that now.

Abby was starting to get antsy. I could tell by the way she was pulling at my clothes, urgency for access to more of my body. Her hands explored more uncharted waters that even I felt nervous about with Ellie in the room. Sure, Abby and I have had sex before, but even then, it was much more tame, bordering on the bare minimum really, and that's not to either of our faults. After all, our time to get comfortable with each other was cut short.

I moaned, loader than I was doing previously, letting Ellie know just how fucked I was already. She tried her hardest to let Abby have her fun, maybe even enjoyed it more than she'd like to admit, but she had needs too.

"You forgetting about someone?" Ellie asked from behind, and shifted on the bed so her back was leaning against the headboard, one of her legs propped up at the knee. She looked a little too comfortable given the circumstances.

I turned back around and gave Abby a sympathetic look, but she didn't seem too concerned. Her hand grasped mine as I got up, letting me rest my body weight on her to sturdy my feet on the ground. As I walked away, her hand falls from mine, and now I'm standing in front of Ellie, which felt completely different based on the presence she had- like a strict boss that wouldn't hesitate to fire someone over fucking up her coffee order- or maybe that just the presence she has over me.

I stood there, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, and waited for further instructions. This is how she likes me, docile, and easily convinced. Maybe this was payback for my boldness from earlier.

Ellie hums, tossing her legs over the side of the bed like she is calculating exactly what she wants me to do, knowing there are no limitations to my loyalty to her.

My shirt was still crumpled, hiked high up on my chest, and left my stomach and the underpart of my breasts exposed. Her hand came up, extending her fingers to ghost over my hip, and up the side of my ribs, barely enough to tell where she was touching exactly, but enough to leave a trail of goosebumps on my skin.

Ellie leaned back on her hands with an unamused sigh, and tilted her head to the side, "Why are you still wearing clothes? Get rid of em'." My ears perk, and my eyes quickly find hers. I was looking for a hint- a hint for anything that would tell me that this is a joke, and she was seeing how far she could take it without me figuring her out, but her expression was firm. Disciplined.

My lips tremble as I let out a very shaky, quiet breath, folding my fingers over the waistband of my shorts, and pulling them down my legs. I paused between each step, giving myself time to grasp what was happening, but no matter how obvious it was, I found it hard to believe.

I felt my hair tickle my bare shoulders as I finished lifting my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor. I felt so vulnerable, embarrassed, and now slightly insecure now that almost all of me is showing- not only for one person, but two.

Ellie's eyes trail up and down my body, giving me an uneasy feeling. I raised my arms, trying to cover my chest, but was stopped by a hand on my wrist.

"Uh-uh... no hiding", Ellie pulled my arm down, letting her hand slip from mine as she brought my wrist down to my side. I stood up straighter, looking down at her where I met her eyes. My eyes shift to her fingers where they skimmed over the skin of my lower stomach above the hem of thin cotton, "What did I say? huh?" Ellie questioned with a smirk now growing on her lips, hooking a finger under the thin band of lace. "Take it off."I took a deep breath in through my nose, and closed my eyes, grabbing the waistband and pulled down, trailing a cold, wet stick that went down my inner thighs.

Ellie stood from the bed and circled me. It's like she was a wild cat- starved, and just came across a wounded doe, or a crocodile that was wading just below the surface of murky waters, waiting to strike at the next poor soul who needed a drink, but it was also different. She didn't need to strike, I was hers, and she knew that. This time, it was just a show- not for me, but for Abby. Ellie needed her to know just how pliable I was under her control.

Ellie's hand glided along my arm, and then the arch of my back as she positioned herself behind me. She kissed my shoulder, trialing her lips upward until she was at my neck, and her hand slipping between my ribs and arm until her hand was on my stomach. "Is this okay?" She said between kisses, quietly so I knew she was only talking to me. It was sincere and sweet, almost making up for the fact that she's asking a little too late. I hummed at her, tilting my head to the side and shutting my eyes, feeling her wet tongue glide over my sensitive skin. She stopped, turning me around to face her with her hands resting on my waist. She had a serious expression- not mean serious, but the kind that told me she needed my full honesty. "We can stop whenever you want. You're in control, okay?" Ellie's hand slipped from my waist and grabbed mine to rub a thumb over it. This wasn't the Ellie from a few minutes ago, this was her other half, sweet, and gentle.

I looked down at her hand that was holding mine, and then her tattoo that barely kissed the base of her wrist before I looked back up, "I understand, Ellie." I smiled at her, giving her that extra permission that I knew she wanted. I turned my head, and looked over my shoulder to Abby. Her eyes took a second to meet mine since they seemed busy looking over my backside.

"Abby..." I breathed, "-are you okay with this?" My voice was quiet. Timid. It's not every day that you're naked in front of two fully clothed, and attractive women in such a small space with the intent to have sex with both of them.

Abby leaned forward in the chair, rubbing her hands together enough to hear the callouses on her hands chaff together, her eyes scaling down like she was wondering what exactly she was agreeing to, and if it was worth it. Abby was older than both of us, but she didn't strike me as the type to get experimental, but the look on her face- fervor, impatience, and hunger- she wasn't backing out now.

Abbys stood, talking a couple of steps until she was behind me, her hand skimming my back until it was resting on my ass. She squeezed lightly, using her other hand to peel my hair away from her side of my shoulder, leaning down to kiss the skin there. She didn't respond, but she didn't need to. This was her answer. Ellie did the same on the other side of my neck- sucking and biting, sending my head into a pile of mush immediately.

I felt them everywhere- Abby's front pressed into my backside, her and Ellie's hands covering every inch of my waist up, pulling and squeezing opposing directions to satisfy their cravings. I was grasping at their clothes and clawing at their skin by the time Ellie's hand slid down between my thighs and ran her fingers through my folds. Abby was practically holding me up, stopping me from collapsing to the ground with her arm wrapped around my front, seat-belting between my breasts, her hand securing itself around my throat, and her lips close to my ear, soft panting and grunts tickling the peach fuzz.

Even though their hands and lips were everywhere, mine felt empty. Barren. I make eyes with Ellie, a desperate pinch in my brows, and my hand reaching down to palm her over her sweats, rolling my hand against her to make my desperation all that more obvious to her. I did the same with Abby, reaching behind, and cupping the space between her thighs, which only caused her moans to grow louder in my ear. Ellie, however, reacted differently. She narrowed her eyes like a warning and pulled my face to hers with a hand on my jaw, clashing her lips on mine, which quickly turned into her tongue down my throat.I welcomed her inside by moaning against her lips, the same way I welcomed Abby's hands on my breasts, placing my hand on top of hers as she twirled and yanked on the hardened peaks until it stung while her other hand gripped the side of my hip, pulling my ass back into her while she ground herself against me.

I gasped as Ellie pulled away, wiping her chin with the back of her hand before her eyes looked past me to Abby, "Let's get her on the bed." Abby was eager to comply, holding me to her as she laid us down on the bed with my back to her chest.

Abby's hand slipped down from my throat to my chest, massaging the tender fat, and my head lazily fell to the side as she teased delicate, breathy kisses to my neck and my cheek. "So pretty... you're so pretty like this, Sky.." Abby hushed in between the pecks, which only pulled another moan from my lips. And Ellie was already on her knees, further down the bed, hovering over me. I said Ellie's name softly with a whine, reaching my hands out because I just wanted to feel her on me in any way I could. Ellie, however, didn't give in to my attempts- instead, she crossed her hands at the hem of her hoodie, pulling it off of her in one swift motion, revealing her signature black sports bra. Maybe she was legitimately hot- or she was showing off- either way, I'd never complain seeing her in a bra and sweatpants combo.

Next, Ellie lowered herself, placed her hands on my knees, and tried opening my legs. I resisted slightly from embarrassment, which only angered Ellie, causing her to use more force to pry them open. I swallowed a yelp and used a hand to hide my face. I was never much of a prude, but this felt different. I could physically feel my excitement dripping, pooling down my ass and onto the sheets beneath me.

Ellie huffed under her breath, and a stinging sensation to my cunt followed, causing my eyes to widen in search of hers for an explanation. I looked at her, tears already brimming my waterline and a quivered lip. I wasn't met with sympathy from Ellie. Her face was stone cold, minus the familiar smug grin that she wore, "What did I say about hiding?" My thighs instantly tried clenching together, but Ellie made sure they couldn't, using her fingers to dig into the plush, keeping my legs apart so I was on full display for her. Abby wasn't on my side either. Every time I wriggled my body, her arms tightened around me to keep me in place, but at least she felt a little bad about it, always kissing and cooing praises in my ear after in hopes it would somehow keep her spot in heaven secure.

"M-m'sorry, Ellie."

"Good."

I relaxed a bit into Abby's chest as Ellie got comfortable on her stomach, and her lips lined up with my entrance. I watched her through half-hooded eyes and let Abby's hand on my neck guide my head wherever she wanted, whether it was yanking it to the side to suck on my neck or turning my face so she could kiss me more directly. Ellie's tongue swiped a singular flick over my bud, causing me to squirm. I pulled away from Abby to look at Ellie with an expression I can only assume was a desperate one- lips parted and breathing heavily. Ellie's eyes meet mine over the mound between my legs before her eyes shift to Abby. She smiled- a truly sadistic smile that pulled another gush flowing into the mattress below my ass. "Keep her legs open."

My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to protest, but Abby's hands were already on my knees, and her ankles hooking on the inside of mine, leaving me that much more defenseless.

To be completely transparent, I wasn't scared at all. I knew I was in good hands, and even though Ellie has some questionable characteristics, I trusted her with my life, and even if that weren't the case, I'd still be in this position. Maybe Ellie has already caught onto this, considering how many times we've had sex, but I've always liked sex to be something a little more violent- something more forced. It's not that I don't like the soft and passionate stuff, but Ellie has found the perfect balance between the two, and maybe that's why I keep accepting her back because she always seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and how I wanted it, even if I thought I didn't.

And since Ellie knows me better sexually, she knows that this scared little girl act is a fucking lie- that I'm not this soft, shy girl that you would assume based on how I look, but that I needed the pain and the pleasure. The love and the hate.

And that's exactly what's happening now- the love and the hate I mean. Ellie's tongue being the love, tracing beautifully orchestrated patterns on my cunt that sent fireworks up my chest. And her fingers being the hate, pumping in and out to the point I knew it would bruise the next day, her other set of fingers clawing and digging wherever she could reach- my stomach, hip, thighs, breasts-

I had no strength left, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to do anything with it. My legs slumped to the side, trembling and leaning against Abby's bent knees, and my jaw slacks as pathetic, obscene mews poured out in a sort of brain-dead way that happens after a few orgasms too many.

I outstretched my arm, and tried pushing her mouth away, but my limbs were heavy.

"El-Ellie.... I- mmfm... I can't..." I barely could make out a word without it being interrupted by my own whines. Ellie suckled on my clit, and lifted her head just barely so her lips detached with a soft plop, "Don't you want to show Abby your secret talent?" She quipped, a flash of a grin before her mouth disappears back between my thighs, "C'mon, jus' take it like a good little slut, yeah?" She went back to working me, using her fingers and mouth, but this time it was faster, harder-

I cried out and reached a hand behind me to pull Abby down by her neck in a frantic search for comfort, and comfort she did. She shushed me, cooing lullabies in my ear, and littered my tear-stained cheek with kisses, using her hands to free roam my décolletage. "Hey, hey- shhh. It's okay.. you're doing so good for us." Abby spoke softly against my ear, snaking her hand up between my breasts until her fingers were cradled along my jaw. She turned my face to the side to meet her lips with mine, kissing me slow and tender.

All the strength I could muster was in my hands, squeezing Abby's forearm that was snuggled against my chest. My thighs quivered, vibrated- wanting- no, pleading to close in around Ellie's head, but I didn't dare. Ellie's fingers curled as they bounced off my sweet spot- over and over again a wave of pleasure I'd forever be chasing to feel again, almost never wanting to stop.

I tried warning her, I really did, but I couldn't. I bit down on my bottom lip until I tasted blood, but it wasn't enough so I let my voice carry out since there was no use in trying to hide behind closed doors when you repeat the same sins.

Abby's arms held me down as my back arched, and my body malformed- twisting, contorting- enough that would send any exorcist fleeing. My thighs flew together, and my hand shot down to fist Ellie's hair. I rolled my hips against Ellie's tongue as the high started to fade, riding out every last drop until Ellie was sufficiently quenched.

"Good girl." Abby hushed, and brushed my hair out of my face to make room for a final kiss to my temple.

My chest rose and fell deeply as a specific numbness took over my frame. My eyes felt heavy, but I forced them to open just in time to catch Ellie. She was also breathing hard, slick glistening her chin and all the way down to her neck. Ellie stood to her knees on the bed, her eyes glancing between Abby and the mess they created between my legs.

"Shit-" Ellie scoffed with a chuckle, and shook her head, almost to signify that she couldn't believe what just happened either. Her eyes met with mine, a momentary glance before they shifted to Abby, "You want a taste?"

I felt Abby swallow behind me, but it didn't take her long to respond with an eager nod. Ellie let out a breathy, nostril laugh, and placed her hands on the outside of both I and Abby's legs, leaning forward. Ellie hovered her face a mere couple of inches from Abby's, and her lips parted, watering her bottom lip with her tongue.

Confusion quickly took over my features, and then jealousy, seeing Ellie's tongue disappear into Abby's inviting mouth. I wanted to make it stop at first, but that quickly turned into 'please keep going' and 'don't stop'. It was quite a sight to see- Ellie's fingers getting lost in her hair, fisting the follicles until Abby's head was forced back, but Abby also wasn't one to be dominated either, she retaliated with a hand cupping the front of her jaw, and her fingers squeezing the sides of her cheeks enough to see the indents of her pads.

They broke away breathless- both of them panting, and spit falling from their lips. Another pool gushed from between my legs as Ellie got up, and opened her bedside table, pulling out something I've grown very familiar with.

She ditched her sweatpants, and pulled the harness up her legs, fastening the buckles that sat on her hips before she turned to the both of us, but her eyes were on mine, "You didn't think we were done did you?" She asked with a condescending tone and tilted her head to the side slightly. I swallowed before answering, and lifted my upper half way from Abby, "But Ellie-"

"Ah-ah-" She denied any room for an excuse, taking a few steps forward until her knees were pressed against the side of the bed frame. She leaned forward at her waist, and her hand came up to grab me by my jaw, forcing me to look up at her, "Hands and knees, baby. Don't make me ask again."

——————I have nothing to say for myself lol