Nate and Noras Indecent Prank War

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, spilling warm light across the room. The pool out back shimmered, catching the rays and tossing them back in little flashes.

Nate leaned against the patio table, one hand wrapped around a chipped coffee mug, the other scratching at the scruff on his jaw. He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face, the kind that said he was up to no good.

April Fools' Day was his turf, always had been, and this year, he was starting it with a bang. For weeks, he'd been ribbing Nora about their annual prank war, and after she'd rolled her eyes at his last one, calling it "lame" during their spat last night, he'd decided to kick things off with something she'd never see coming.

A dissolving swimsuit. She'd lose her shit, no question, but that look on her face? Worth every second.

He took a sip of coffee, the bitterness grounding him as he glanced out the window. Nora was probably just rolling out of bed.

His grin widened. She'd been his girlfriend for the last four years, but every time he saw her, it still felt like he'd been knocked over.

Long blond hair that fell in messy waves, green eyes that could cut through you or light you up, and a body that made his brain short-circuit. Curvy hips, a tiny waist and flat stomach, and those big, perfect double-D tits that bounced just right.

Today, she'd be strutting out in the pink bikini he'd given her, set to melt when she hit the water.

The door flew open, and there she was. Nora stepped into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair a wild tangle over her shoulders.

She wore a sheer cover-up over the bikini, the pink fabric peeking through, hugging her curves like it was painted on. Nate's breath caught, his eyes drinking her in, those tits straining the top, nipples, faintly pressing against the fabric, her hips swaying as she stretched her arms up.

The cover-up lifted, flashing a strip of tanned stomach.

"Morning, babe," she said, her voice rough from sleep, sexy as hell. She yawned, smirking at him.

"You're up early. What's with that goofy grin? You look like you're planning something."

"Me?" Nate shrugged, keeping his tone light, though his face fought to play it cool. He flashed her that devilish smile he knew she liked.

"Just enjoying the view. That suit looks damn good on you."

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing as she adjusted the top, giving him a quick peek of underboob. "Yeah, it's me alright. You did good," she said, sauntering closer.

Her hips rolled with every step, and she paused. "Guess I'll test it out. I hear the pool calling my name."

"Nora, come to me," he said in his best pool voice.

She rolled her eyes and stepped out the back door. Nate followed behind. He sipped his coffee, acting casual.

Inside, he was buzzing, his whole body tense with anticipation. The trap was set.

Any second now, she'd hit the water, and the suit would vanish. He adjusted himself discreetly, his dick stiffening in anticipation as she peeled off the cover-up and tossed it onto a chair.

Her ass jiggled in those tiny bottoms, tanned skin glowing in the sun.

Nora dipped a toe in the pool, testing it, then glanced back at him, her green eyes playful. "You joining, or you just gonna stare at my ass all day?"

"I'm all about the view, babe," he said, leaning back with a cocky tilt of his head. "Gotta finish my coffee anyway."

"Suit yourself, lazy." She winked, then dove in, cutting through the water smooth and graceful.

Nate held his breath, counting down. The suit was supposed to dissolve fast.

His grin stretched wider, his pulse hammering as he waited for her to pop up.

The backyard gate slammed open. Dean and Finn strolled in, laughing loudly and obnoxiously about some joke from a podcast.

"Yo, Nate!" Dean bellowed, loud enough to rattle the windows. "Pool party already? You didn't even text us, man!"

"What the hell?" Nate muttered, his grin fading as he straightened up. "You guys aren't supposed to..."

"Holy shit!" Finn cut him off, his voice cracking as he stopped dead, eyes bugging out.

Dean froze beside him, jaw dropping. Nate spun around, and there it was.

Nora surfaced, water pouring off her naked body. The bikini was gone, melted away, leaving her bare.

Her big tits bounced as she shook out her wet hair, droplets clinging to her skin. Her nipples were hard and pink from the cold. She hadn't noticed yet, running her hands through her hair, totally unaware she was stark naked in front of them all.

"Nate!" Nora's voice sliced through the air, sharp and pissed, as she finally felt the chill on her skin. Her arms snapped up, crossing over her chest, though she could barely cover those giant tits.

Her eyes locked on him, blazing. "What the fuck, you asshole?"

"Heh, uhm..." Nate stammered, his cocky smirk crumbling. His heart pounded.

"April Fools!" His voice turned to a nervous squeak. "Got you..."

"You dick!" she snapped, her voice dripping with venom, her face flushing red as she splashed the water, pissed off and flustered.

But then her eyes flicked to Dean and Finn, still staring like they'd won the damn lottery. She straightened up, dropping her arms with a huff, letting her tits hang free, water dripping down her curves.

"A dissolving bikini? Real nice, I'm buck-ass naked in front of your friends. Happy now?"

"Uh..." Nate's mouth went dry, his eyes darting between her and the guys.

Dean's lips curled into a slow, wolfish grin, and Finn shifted uncomfortably, his board shorts bulging with a hard-on he couldn't hide.

"Dude, that's kinda fucked up," Dean said, his tone teasing but stern. "Listen, Nora, I don't want you to feel self-conscious. Here you are, a gorgeous woman, stark naked in front of three fully clothed men, because of this idiot. That's not cool."

Dean dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt. He stood there, massive erection on full display, and added, "I, for one, am willing to join you, so you don't have to be so embarrassed. How's that?"

"Me too," Finn chimed in, scratching the back of his neck, his voice shaky but trying to sound confident. "We'll show some solidarity."

He grinned like an idiot while his eyes stayed glued to her tits.

Nate's face turned red. "Put your fucking clothes back on!" anger burned in Nate's chest.

Nora looked Dean and Finn over, giving them a sweet smile. "You guys are sweet. I'm already feeling better."

She waded to the shallow end, water lapping at her hips, her neatly trimmed pussy just teasing the surface as she stood there, naked and bold. Nate's pulse hammered, his breath short.

"Guys, knock it off," he started, but Dean laughed, loud and rough, cannonballing into the pool with a huge splash that soaked Nora's hair.

She yelped, then giggled, the sound light and flirty, and Nate's stomach knotted tighter. Finn hesitated, then jumped in too, less smooth, his dick bobbing as he hit the water.

"Chill, bro," Dean called, surfacing near Nora, his dark eyes gleaming. "This was all you. We're just playing along."

He splashed her, playful, and she splashed back, her tits jiggling with every move, water running down her cleavage. Finn swam closer, his goofy grin fading into something sharper, hungrier, as he watched her curves ripple in the water.

"Yeah, Nate," Nora said, her voice thick with mockery as she floated onto her back, letting her body break the surface, tits up, thighs slightly parted. "You wanted me naked. Here I am."

Her ass brushed Dean's cock as she drifted, and he didn't pull away, his grin stretching wider.

"Come on, babe, tell them to back off," he said, his tone slipping into a plea, desperation creeping in. He edged closer to the pool, sweat beading on his forehead despite the morning air.

Nora turned, treading water, her green eyes narrowing. "Back off? You did this, genius."

"Guys, stop!" he barked, his voice hoarse, but his feet wouldn't budge. He was glued there, watching Nora twist in the water, her tits brushing against Finn's long cock before she swam off.

Finn laughed nervously as he splashed her playfully.

"Stop?" Nora shot back, taunting, drifting toward Finn, her moves slow and calculated. "You don't get to call the shots now, babe."

Her tits rubbed against Finn's chest as she steadied herself, and he froze, eyes wide. She giggled, but she didn't pull away, letting her nipples graze him a second longer.

She turned to him, her smirk cooling into something hard. "You wanted a prank war, Nate. Guess what? You got one!"

She dove under, her ass flashing above the water like a middle finger, and when she came up, she was between Dean and Finn, laughing as they splashed her again.

Nate's hands shook as he set his coffee down, the mug rattling on the table. He couldn't look away, Nora's body glistening, her curves teasing his friends, their naked cocks out like it was nothing.

His dick felt like steel now, pressing painfully against his shorts, but every laugh, every touch between them stabbed at him.

"Babe, seriously," he tried again, stepping closer to the pool's edge, his voice rough. "This isn't funny anymore."

Nora floated upright, water streaming down her face, her green eyes locking on his. "Oh, it's funny as hell," she said, her tone cold and victorious.

"You wanted me to squirm? Look who's squirming now."

"Fuck this," Nate muttered, but he couldn't leave. His feet wouldn't move, eyes fixed on the scene.

His prank had blown up in his face, and as his cock throbbed and his heart sank, he knew this war was just starting. And he was already on the ropes.

Nora climbed out eventually, dripping wet, grabbing her cover-up with a taunting grin before heading inside. Dean and Finn didn't take their eyes off her body as she sauntered back inside, both still painfully stiff.

She never let shit go, and after this, Nate knew she'd be plotting something big. He muttered a curse, dumped his mug in the sink, and braced himself.

By late morning, the pool was still rippling from the morning's chaos. Nora strode out of the bedroom, her blond hair catching the sun. She'd been in there for a while, steaming over Nate's dissolving swimsuit prank. Her double-D tits strained the fabric of her tank top. She swayed her hips in her short denim skirt and snatched her keys from the counter.

Out on the deck, Nate paced, tense with jealousy and a lingering hard-on. Dean and Finn had pulled their clothes back on after the pool fiasco. They sat out by the pool while downing some beers and laughing about the whole thing. He ran a hand through his hair, voice low and tight. "She's up to something. I know her."

Nora stepped out the back door, her voice calm after having some time to cool down. "Hey, Nate, I'm heading to the mall. You're coming with me." Her tank top hugged every curve, her skirt barely covered her thighs, and her bare legs gleamed in the sun.

He stopped pacing, turning to her. "What, now? You're not still pissed about earlier?" he said cautiously.

She let out a short, dry laugh, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up higher. "Pissed? I'm over it. But you still owe me after that stunt, so I'm dragging you along." Her green eyes cut right through him. That face and that body never failed to hook him, mad or not.

He shrugged, glancing over at Dean and Finn. "Looks like I'm gettin' off easy."

He turned back to Nora. "Let's go. Maybe I'll get you a real suit to make it up to you."

He looked back at Dean and Finn once more before they walked to the car. "You can hang out, but don't trash the place."

Dean lifted his beer, grinning wide. "No promises, man."

She slid into the driver's seat, her skirt riding up her thighs, flashing bare skin. Nate caught a glimpse of her pussy as he climbed in. "Going commando today?" he said with a hungry grin.

She turned the key, engine rumbling to life, and shot him a sidelong smirk. "Buckle up, cowboy."

They completed the 15-minute trip in 10 minutes, rolling into the mall parking garage, mostly empty this time of day. Nora parked on the third level, far from the elevators, and shut off the car. She turned to him, her mischievous green eyes punctuated a sexy smile. "What do you say we do that thing you keep asking me about?"

Nate's smirk froze and his pulse shifted into high gear. He glanced around. No one, just a handful of parked cars and shadows. "You mean a blowjob in a public place? Like now? Right here?" His cock was already stirring from that panty flash, and now it stiffened fast. "You're not screwing with me?"

She smiled, slow and wicked, leaning closer, her tits pressing against the tank top, nipples sharp under the fabric. "I'll admit, I'm a little hot and bothered after this morning. I think it'll be fun." She pushed her door open and stepped out, nodding at him to follow.

He grinned ear-to-ear and his brain stopped functioning. Otherwise he would have realized this was too good to be true. They looked around and found a spot behind some cars. Nate could barely contain himself as she popped her tits out and squatted down in front of him on the concrete. She spread her legs, her skirt up her hips and exposing her pussy. Pink, wet, lips parted slightly. She pulled her phone out, holding it up. "Let's record this for posterity." Nate's dick throbbed harder than he thought possible.

Her tits swayed as she shook her chest for the camera and settled into her squat, nipples dark and stiff in the cool air. "Ready?"

"Fuck yes," he rasped. She pulled his shorts off and shoved them in her purse. His cock sprang out. Rock-hard, the head slick with precum, twitching in the open garage. Nora licked her lips slow, phone steady in her left hand, framing him perfect, and leaned in, her breath brushing his shaft, warm and teasing.

She started with a long, wet lick, her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock, dragging up slow from the base to the tip, tasting the salty precum leaking out. Nate groaned low, his hips jerking a little, hands flexing at his sides. "Goddamn, babe." She smirked up at him, her tongue swirling around the head, circling lazy, dipping into the slit to lap up more precum, her lips brushing soft as she played with it. Her tits jiggled with every movement, and she let out a throaty moan, finally wrapping her lips around his shaft, sucking gently at first.

"Shit, that's it," he muttered, his voice rough, eyes locked on her mouth as she worked him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue pressing flat against the pulsing vein underneath. Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down his shaft in slow, shiny trails, and she pulled back just enough to let it string from her lips to his cock. She looked up at him through the phone and murmured, "You like that, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah, I do," he said, his grin tight, hips pushing forward a bit. She dove back in, bobbing her head. She moaned low, the sound buzzing through his cock, hitting his balls, sending electricity up his spine. Her right hand slid down to her pussy. She rubbed herself slow, fingertips circling, a soft whimper slipping out as she sucked him.

"Jesus, Nora," he groaned, his head tipping back for a second, then snapping down to watch her, hands sliding into her blond hair, guiding her gentle. "You're fucking unreal." Her throat flexed as she fought the gag, eyes watering and spit running down his shaft. She pulled back slowly, lips dragging, tongue lapping the underside, then plunged again, sucking hard. Her fingers slid into her pussy, pumping herself, slick and loud, her hips rocking as her juices dripped onto the concrete.

"You're so fucking hard," she gasped, pulling off for a breath, her lips shiny with spit and precum, a thick strand stretching from her mouth to his cock as she stroked him fast. She leaned in again, sucking just the head, tongue flicking quick into the slit, lapping up more precum, moaning like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Her fingers fucked her pussy harder. Nate's balls tightened, his cock pulsing hard, breath coming in ragged bursts, watching her tits bounce, her pussy drip, the phone catching every dirty second.

"Shit, I'm close," he rasped, voice wrecked, legs trembling as he thrust shallow into her mouth.

She pulled off suddenly, lips making a loud pop. "April Fools, asshole!" she shouted, leaping up.

She bolted to the car, skirt still hiked up and tits hanging free. She hopped in and peeled out, tires screeching, leaving Nate standing there. Cock swinging, hard as fuck, pantless.

"Fuck! Nora!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the concrete walls, hands fumbling to cover his dick, precum slicking his fingers, balls turning blue. He staggered back a step, crouching down and then grabbed his phone from his shirt pocket. He dialed Dean with shaky hands. "Dude, I need you to come and get me like now, right now. Bring some pants. I'm at the mall parking garage, third level."

Dean's laugh came through sharp and loud, a pause as he caught his breath. "What the fuck happened?"

"Just get here," Nate snapped, voice tight, ducking behind a pillar, his cock still hard. Rage burned through him, mixed with that blue-balled ache.

"Fuck me..." he muttered.

Fifteen minutes dragged by before Dean's truck appeared, Finn in the passenger seat. Both grinned like they'd just watched the world's greatest comedy routine. Dean stepped out, eyes raking over Nate. "She took your pants, huh?"

Finn leaned out the window, chuckling soft. "You look like hell, man." He tossed Nate a pair of shorts.

Nate slid them on and climbed into the back. "She blew me right here in the parking garage, filmed it, then grabbed my shorts and split right before finishing the job."

Dean whistled low, sliding behind the wheel and pulling out. "That's cold. She's a damn savage, you've gotta watch that one bro..."

"It's kind of badass," Finn said, his smile shy but amused, glancing back. "Sounds like she's up two nil in your little prank war."

They saw Nora peeking out the window as they pulled up to the house. She was on the couch, laughing like a maniac as they shuffled in the door. He stopped short, pointing at her. His voice was low and furious. "You're out of your mind, that wasn't funny, Nora."

She tilted her head, her smirk widening as she pulled her phone from her lap and tapped the screen to play. "Are you sure? It looks pretty funny to me!" she said, launching back into laughter as the video started.

Her phone showed her in the parking garage, shooting a quick wink into the camera. Her tits bounced free and she hiked her skirt up as she sucked him deep. Her fingers pumped into her cunt, moans spilling out loud and raw.

Dean and Finn leaned over her shoulders, their eyes widening at the screen. "That's craaaazy," Dean said, his voice low and rough, shifting his stance as his shorts tented, forming a thick bulge. "Nora, you're a true savage, seriously."

Finn swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the video, a bulge growing in his own shorts. "Yeah, that's... wow, it's something else."

Nora played the entire video for them. She hadn't stopped recording until Nate was out of sight. Her laughter was loud as she sped away. Her smile turned sharp as she looked up at Nate. "Did you think I'd let that go? You should know me better than that, babe," she said with a wicked grin.

Dean grinned, stepping closer to her. "I don't know man, it's a little too blurry to get the full effect. Maybe we need a live demonstration, Nora. What do you say?"

Nora laughed bright and loud, standing up from the couch, her tits bouncing under the tank top as she moved. "Not a chance, boys." She brushed past Dean as she exited the room victoriously, her ass grazing his tented shorts, lingering for a beat too long.

Nate's jaw tightened, jealousy searing through him like a knife, his voice dropping low. "Nora. This is getting out of hand."

She leaned back, green eyes glinting with defiance, her smirk unwavering. "You started this war, Nate, don't get mad now that you're losing!" He stared daggers at her as she shut the bedroom door behind her. His balls ached and his cock showed no sign of softening in the aftermath of today's events.

The parking garage scene was burned into his brain. "She wants to escalate this war? Fine, I'm done playing nice," Nate muttered, his voice low and unhinged. "How about a little peace offering, babe?" he whispered to himself, glancing around the kitchen for onlookers.

Dean and Finn were back to their usual spot by the pool, beers in hand, still buzzing over her video. Finn stood up and stretched. "Man, I've gotta take a leak. We blew through half this cooler, and it's barely past noon." The ground swayed gently beneath him as he headed inside.

In the kitchen, Nate stood over the counter, grinning like a cartoon villain. He'd laid out two slices of bread, turkey, and lettuce. "I know how much you like mayo, Nora," he said under his breath, his voice thick with glee. He freed his cock, still stiff from earlier. He stroked himself at a sprinter's pace, his mind replaying her parking lot stunt. Her tongue lapped his cock, spit dripping, pussy soaked as she finger-fucked herself. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his hand pumping steady as he aimed over the bottom slice of bread.

The back door banged open mid-squirt, Finn stepping in, beer in hand. Nate's eyes shot wide, his hand stuttering as he came. Thick, white ropes of jizz splattered across the bread, streaking the turkey and lettuce with creamy streaks. "Oh shit!" he yelped, stumbling back a step, cock twitching, cum glistening on the sandwich.

Finn froze, then doubled over laughing. "What the fuck are you doing, man?"

Nate yanked his shorts up, his face flushing red. "It's just a little April Fools revenge. Don't worry about it," he said, wiping his hand with a paper towel. "Nora's getting a special treat. Turkey with extra mayo, her favorite."

Finn laughed. "No shit? Fuck it, I'm in." He stepped up, Nora's video fresh in his mind. It didn't take much to get himself ready. He whipped out his long cock and gripped it tight.

Nate's smirk dropped, his voice pitching up in a rush. "No, dude, I didn't mean..." But Finn was already stroking, his hand moving fast. He grunted as he unloaded his balls onto the sandwich in fat spurts of cum, leaving a white mess on top of Nate's.

Dean popped into the kitchen right as Finn squeezed out the last droplet of cum. "What the fuck is going on in here, you psychos?" Dean boomed out, eyes wide.

Finn laughed, grabbing the top slice of bread and slapping it down, sealing the gooey chaos inside.

"Fuck, dude," Nate snapped. "How drunk are you?" He looked down at the sandwich. "I can't give her that now. What the hell's wrong with you?" He shook his head, a laugh breaking through despite himself, his voice sharp with disbelief. "You're a madman, bro."

Finn shrugged, grinning wide. "I still gotta piss like a motherfucker though." He trotted off to the bathroom, a bit unsteady on his feet.

Nate looked at Dean. "Well, that was my revenge plot. I was gonna give her the finale she missed out on in the parking garage in sandwich form, but Finn decided to add his own ingredients."

Dean shrugged back. "Yeah, dude gets pretty wild when he gets a few in him."

Nora sauntered in with a big smirk. "Still crying about the garage? Left you with your dick out, huh?" Her eyes scanned the counter. Nate stiffened, then slid his hand toward the plate. "What's this, a sandwich for me? Aww, you're so sweet." He lunged too late as she swiped it, her voice bright and teasing. "Swipe! It's mine now, sucker!" she said. She took a massive bite, her full lips wrapping around it, cum smearing her mouth as she chewed. "Mmm, damn, this is good," she mumbled, taking another huge bite.

Nate's jaw dropped, his voice choking out. "Nora, you should put that down." He reached for her, but she dodged, laughing through a mouthful, wolfing it down faster, her cheeks bulging as she stuffed it in.

"Too late!" she said, swallowing another bite, cum streaking her chin. She sucked her fingers clean. "Delicious, best I've had." She polished it off in record time, licking her lips slow and deliberate, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving faint white smears on her skin. "Should've guarded it better, Nate."

Dean barked a laugh, leaning against the counter, dark eyes glinting with glee. "She's tearing through it, man. Didn't even blink."

Nate stood frozen, his eyes wide as he watched her finish the special sandwich.

Dean broke out laughing uncontrollably. "What the fuck, Nora? You love it!"

Nora stared at them, confused. "What are you on about, you weirdos?"

Dean, barely able to contain himself, said, "You just ate Nate's special April Fools revenge-wich. That wasn't extra mayo." He slapped his knee, turning red laughing.

Nora's grin vanished, her green eyes snapping wide, her hand freezing halfway to her mouth, cum still clinging to her fingers. Her face turned red, her voice dropping to a trembling hiss. "What did you just say?"

"Uh, April Fools?" Nate said, slinking back.

"You fucking disgusting pig! That's against the Geneva Convention. You committed a war crime, you dick!" she screamed, her voice cracking, lunging at Nate. He ducked as she grabbed a butter knife off the counter. "I'm gonna end you, Nate!" She swiped at him, the blunt blade slicing air as he bolted around the table, a chair crashing down.

"Fuck, babe, it was a joke!" he yelled, dodging her again as she chucked the knife. It bounced off the wall, harmless, clattering to the floor. Dean doubled over, tossing an empty beer can toward Nate's feet. "Run, man, she's got murder eyes!"

Finn stumbled back in from the bathroom. "Oh shit, did I miss it?" he slurred, belching loud.

Nora stomped out of the room in a huff, fire blazing in her eyes.

Dean clapped Nate's shoulder, still grinning. "You're a dead man, bro. What kind of beer do you want at your funeral?"

Nate dropped into a chair. "Fuck you guys, you're not helping here." His hands shook, sweat beading on his neck, the image of her eating it still stuck in his head.

They both laughed before heading to the living room. "FIFA?" Dean said to Finn as they walked out of the kitchen, leaving Nate slumped, staring at the empty plate.

Nora paced the guest room after storming out of the kitchen, her blond hair a wild tangle from the day's chaos, green eyes sharp with a storm brewing inside her. Nate's latest prank had her fuming, and she wasn't about to let it go.

She muttered to herself, "He thinks he's king of pranks? I'm done going easy on him." Her mind churned with every jab he'd landed today.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she snatched her phone off the bed. "Let's see him squirm," she said, fingers tapping fast to text Dean and Finn: Living room, now, I need your help for my retaliation play.

She tossed the phone down, fire in her eyes. "This one's gonna sting, babe," she whispered, imagining his smug grin melting into panic.

Her smirk grew wicked as she grabbed a hair tie. "Something big," she muttered, pulling her blond waves into a messy bun, "something he can never unsee."

She checked herself in the mirror, robe loose, skin peeking out. "Perfect," she said, nodding at her reflection. "He's gonna wish he never started this."

She headed downstairs to rally the troops, barefoot, robe swishing, her pulse kicking up with every step. Whatever she was cooking, it felt like victory already.

In the living room, Dean sprawled on the couch with a cold beer in his hand. Finn sat on the floor, legs crossed, controller in hand, FIFA's crowd noise blaring from the TV.

Their phones buzzed at the same time. Dean dug his out, squinting at the screen. "This is getting dangerous. I'm not so sure we should get involved."

Finn's head snapped up, his lanky frame leaning back, blue eyes sharp. "Fuck that, I'm down. Don't be a pussy, Dean."

Dean took a long swig, grinning wide. "Fine, I'll hear her master plan."

Finn set the controller down. "I can't believe she polished off the whole thing."

Dean kicked his legs off the couch, standing slow. "She's got balls, man. Grab some beers."

Finn headed to the kitchen, yanking the fridge open. "What's she cooking up now? Nate's toast."

He grabbed three cans, tossing one to Dean, who caught it mid-air. "Gotta be better than his sandwich shit," Finn said, popping his open.

Dean leaned on the counter. "No shit. That was nasty."

They clinked cans, took a few gulps, and waited for Nora. "Bet it's gonna be wild," Dean said, wiping his mouth.

Finn nodded, smirking. "She's too pissed to go small."

Nora swayed her hips, strutting confidently into the kitchen, robe tied loose to flash a sliver of tanned skin. "Alright, boys, listen up," she said, voice cutting through sharp and low.

She crossed her arms, pushing her tits up under the robe. "I've got an idea to get Nate back, and it's gonna break his mind."

Her green eyes dared them to say no. "I know you idiots love to fuck with each other, so who's with me on this?"

Finn grinned, eager and loose. "Fuck yeah. What's the move?"

Dean crossed his arms too, eyes locked on her, a slow smirk tugging his lips. "You've got that look. This is gonna be evil."

Nora smirked back. "Oh, it's evil alright. Dean, I need you close, real close. Finn, you're backup."

Finn tilted his head, laughing. "Close? What the hell are you up to?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, spill it. What's my part?"

She detailed her plan. Finn chuckled, leaning on the fridge. "Shit, I'm in it."

Dean let out a loud, rough laugh, his head tilting back. "Fuck it, I'm in too. You're diabolical, girl!"

He shot her another grin. "Better be worth it."

Nora nodded, tightening her robe just enough to hold. "Good. Finn, wait ten minutes, then get Nate to the living room."

Finn nodded, sipping his beer. "Got it, boss."

Dean leaned closer to Finn in the kitchen. "How do we get him out here? Dude's probably still butt-hurt."

Finn took a swig. "Tell him we've got some food."

Dean shrugged, sipping his own. "Yeah, that'll work. He's too greedy to sulk forever."

Finn waited a few minutes, then knocked on the bedroom door. "Yo, Nate! Pizza's here, man!"

In the bedroom, Nate slumped on the bed, the day's shitshow weighing on him. Every prank had backfired.

He'd thought about calling it quits. "Maybe I can talk her down," he muttered, rubbing his face, "get a damn truce before she goes nuts."

Finn's call for pizza broke the silence. "I better grab a slice before they eat it all," he grumbled, dragging himself up.

He shuffled into the kitchen, then the living room, looking for a pizza box. No sign of pizza.

He froze. Nora stood dead center in her scandalously short pool robe, blond hair in a messy bun, green eyes locked on him with an eerie calm.

Dean loomed right behind her, too close, his broad frame pressed tight against her back. Finn lounged on the couch, the TV muted now.

Nate's gut twisted. "What the hell's this? Where's the pizza?"

"Sit down, Nate," Nora said, her voice steady and serious, cutting through the quiet. "We need to talk."

He eased into the armchair, sitting forward, brow furrowing. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Unease crawled up his spine. Then he glanced at Dean. "And why are you guys standing weird?"

Nora took a step forward, Dean moving with her. "I haven't told you this," she said, her tone grave, face unreadable, "but I've been thinking a lot about who I am."

She locked eyes with him. "I decided I want to be a man."

Nate shot her a suspicious stare. "What the fuck are you talking about? I know you're full of shit. What's the joke?"

His hands gripped the chair arms, eyes darting between her and Dean. "You're up to something, I can tell."

"I'm serious, Nate," she said, her green eyes piercing, not a flicker of a smile. "I did it. I got the surgery."

She untied her robe slow, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Her naked body stood bare, those beautiful double-D tits bouncing free, nipples stiff in the cool air, tanned curves that always made his heart skip a beat.

But between her thighs, a giant, hard cock jutted out, glistening wet, veiny and pulsing.

Dean still stood directly behind her, barely holding it together from the heat of her thighs around his cock. His breath hitched, jaw clenched tight.

Nate shot up, eyes bugging out. "What the fuck! Are you fucking kidding me?"

His girlfriend stood there, naked, with his buddy's cock jutting out between her thighs like she owned it.

"Don't you still love me, Nate?" Nora pleaded. "We can make it work, but you have to accept who I am."

Finn snorted loud, tumbling off the couch in a heap. "Holy shit!"

Nora grabbed Dean's cock, fingers barely able to wrap around it, and started jerking it fast. "Don't you like my cock, babe?" she smirked at Nate. "Look what I can do now! How about a sandwich?"

Dean tensed, his breath short and loud. "Fuck, Nora, stop!"

But it was too late. His cock erupted, thick spurts of cum shooting halfway across the room, splattering the coffee table, a rope smacking the TV screen, another hitting the floor with a wet thud.

The room went dead silent, everyone frozen, the sticky mess dripping loud in the stillness. Nora's hand stalled mid-stroke, her green eyes popping wide.

"Uh, didn't expect that," she said, her grin turning to a nervous laugh. "Heh. Too far?"

She let go of Dean's dick, still leaking, but the laughter exploded again. Finn wheezed, clutching his gut on the floor.

She noticed Dean's cum running down her leg as she said, "Can someone get me a towel?"

Nate tried to form words through the shock. "Can you just put some god-damn clothes on, for fuck's sake!"

"Oh, NOW you have a problem with them seeing me naked? Didn't seem to mind when you cooked up your stupid swimsuit prank!"

Nate's face went beet red, fists clenched. "What the fuck is wrong with you people?"

He kicked the armchair hard, storming toward the kitchen. Their cackling chased him like a pack of hyenas.

Nora yelled out, "April Fools, babe! I told you I'd get you!"

Finn pulled himself back onto the couch. "That's gonna be hard to top. I think Nate's gonna have to concede the crown this year."

Nate's voice roared from the kitchen, "I heard that, you assholes!"

Nora flopped onto the middle of the couch next to Finn, still naked, and snatched his beer. "He'll get over it."

She took a long swig and leaned back, smirking.

Dean started to sit on the other side of Nora, but she held her arm out to stop him. "Oh no you don't. You can go clean that shit up, ya perv."

The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the bedroom blinds. Nate's chest burned with a mix of anger and arousal. Nora's last prank really got him. Dean's cock between her thighs then jerking him off, blasting cum across the room. That was hard to take, but he couldn't escape the electrical jolt it shot through him, from his brain straight to his dick.

Their combined laughter and camaraderie, including Finn laughing like a jackass, didn't help either. His friends were taking her side, and getting a little too comfortable around her while they were at it.

He dragged a hand through his hair. "She's not going to get away with this," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He paced the hall, his mind racing.

Downstairs, Nora had dozed off on the couch, still naked, her blond hair spilling over the cushions. Her green eyes glowed with smug satisfaction. That living room stunt had been a dagger in Nate's chest, and she loved it.

Her big double-D tits were out in the open for everyone to admire. And admire they did. Dean sat slouched in the chair with a beer in-hand, alternating between quick glances and prolonged staring. He hadn't bothered to put his clothes back on either, and he made no effort to hide how Nora's naked body affected him.

In the bedroom, Nate dug through his closet and grabbed a box that had been stashed away. Inside were a pair of vibrating panties, black lace with a small bullet vibrator sewn in, the remote tucked beside it. His eyes glinted as he smirked. He grabbed her black lace panties she'd laid out earlier next to her discarded denim skirt and tank top. He tossed them under the bed and out of sight, replacing them with the device.

"Close enough, she won't notice the difference," he muttered to himself.

He carefully laid them out neatly in the exact position the real ones had been in. He could already picture her slipping them on, no clue what was coming. He swapped his shorts for jeans, pocketing the remote.

He strode out and leaned over the couch, catching an eyeful of her body. Blood rushed to his dick as he tried to maintain his focus.

He shook her shoulder. "Hey, you fell asleep, can you put some clothes on already?"

"Oh, shit... yeah," she said, looking around the room, Dean and Finn still eyeing her. "Jesus you guys, take a picture why don't you."

Finn lifted up his phone. "NO!" Nora yelped with a smirk, half stern, half flirty. She attempted to cover herself with her arms as if she hadn't sat there naked with them for the last couple hours.

Nora began to laugh quietly as she recalled the scene from earlier.

"Come on, this has gotten way out of hand, can we just forget it and move on with our lives?" Nate said with a defeated tone.

He picked up her pool robe and tossed it over her.

She slid her arms in and pulled the sides of the robe over her chest. "Fine mister king-of-pranks," she responded, rolling her eyes.

"I was thinking YOU AND ME," briefly giving a dirty look to his pals, "should go mini golfing, you've been wanting to go to that new place for a couple weeks, why don't we check it out?"

Nora shot him a genuine sweet smile. "That sounds nice. But you better not pull anymore bullshit, buster!"

Nate shrugged. "You got me ok? Let's just move on. I thought we could have some fun together."

Dean sat forward. "That sounds fun, I'm game."

"Hell yeah," Finn added. "Let's go!"

Nate narrowed his eyes at them. "Actually, I just meant me and..."

Nora piped up. "Why not? We can do teams." She hopped up and headed to the bedroom to get dressed, door clicking shut behind her.

"Stay here," Nate snapped, his voice tight.

Dean laughed. "Fuck that, we're tagging along. I don't buy your act, and this little prank war of yours has been a hell of a good time."

Nora emerged wearing the same outfit that had been laid out on the bed. He knew she was his now.

They got ready to shuffle out the front door when Nate made one last play to fend them off. "Theres not room for four people in the car, but you guys can hang out here, I've got more beer in the garage."

"Not a chance," Dean said with an evil grin. "I've got my truck, me and Finn will follow."

The ten-minute drive to Putt-Putt Paradise was quiet but tense. The lot was busy with families and teens, the course winding through windmills and castles under the fading sun. Nate paid for the foursome begrudgingly, handing Nora a putter. "How is it you invite yourselves, and don't have any money?"

"Sorry dude, I'll get you back next week," Finn said sheepishly.

"I left my wallet by the pool," Dean said, shrugging.

"With friends like these..." Nate muttered, shaking his head.

His thumb rested on the remote in his pocket, his pulse picking up. He wouldn't let this hiccup distract him from his mission. No more fuck-ups.

"You first," he said to Nora, nodding toward the first hole, a stereotypical evil looking clown face.

Nora stepped up. Her skirt swayed, her tits bouncing slightly as she bent to set her ball. The vibrator sat silent against her pussy. "Watch me smoke you," she said, her voice sharp as she lined up her shot.

Nate pressed the low setting. A soft bzzzz hit her clit, subtle but sudden. Her putter jerked, the ball veering hard into the clown's nose, clattering loudly.

"What the fuck," she muttered, her green eyes blinking. A faint tingle sparked between her legs, but she shook it off as nothing.

Nate smirked. "Focus, babe, that was sloppy," he said, his tone teasing. He eased off the remote, letting her stew.

After her pitiful performance, hitting a five on the first hole, Nate went next, sinking a hole-in-one. Dean and Finn followed with respectable performances.

Nate's grip tightened on the remote as they moved to hole two, a pirate ship. Nora lined up again, her skirt hugging her hips. Nate hit the medium setting mid-swing. Bzzzzz. The vibrator pulsed harder, heat blooming in her pussy, her clit buzzing. "Fuck!" she yelped, her ball bouncing off a cannon. Her thighs clenched, a slick wetness starting to seep. Confusion flashed across her face.

She glared at him, her voice sharp. "Is that you?"

He laughed, his eyes locked on hers. "What's wrong, babe? Hard to concentrate?" His thumb hit the button behind his back, buzzing her again.

She yelped out, "Fuck!"

He started laughing harder. But then the remote slipped from his hand, dropping to the green with a dull thud and sliding down the incline right to Dean's feet. "Shit," he said, fumbling after it.

Dean snatched it up. His eyes narrowed as he turned it over. "What's this thing?" He pressed the low button. Bzzzz. Nora's knees wobbled, a quick gasp slipping out as her pussy throbbed.

Finn stepped closer, his blue eyes wide. "What's it do?"

Dean hit her with the medium setting. Bzzzzz. Nora's putter clattered to the ground. Her hand gripped her thigh, her green eyes darting around, a flush creeping up her neck. Her clit pulsed harder, wetness soaking the panties now.

Dean's grin turned slow and sharp watching her squirm. "Holy fuck," he said, his voice low and rough. He hit the high setting, holding it down. Bzzzzz.

"Hnghhhhh!" she blurted out. Juices started running down her thighs.

Nora's eyes widened, leaning toward Nate, her voice a fierce hiss, low enough to avoid the kids nearby. "Nate, stop it, you prick!" Her chest heaved, her legs trembling as the buzzing tore through her. "Turn it off, now!"

Nate raised his hands. "It's not me, babe." He looked at Dean, who held the remote behind his back with a shit-eating grin.

She glared at him. "Bullshit, I said turn it off!" Her pussy soaked through the panties, the vibrator merciless, as Dean continued holding the button down. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. "I mean it Nate!" she snapped, stepping toward him, but her legs wobbled again, the buzz pushing her closer to the edge.

Dean giggled and slyly passed the remote to Finn, whispering, "Your turn, man."

He hesitated, then pressed medium again. Bzzzzz. Nora bit her lip hard, a muffled whimper slipping out.

"Nate, you asshole," she hissed, her voice trembling. She took a shaky step forward, her skirt sticking to her thighs now, wet and hot. "Cut it out."

Nate watched, his eyes locked on her, a mix of anger and arousal washed over him. "It's not me, I swear. It's Dean!"

Dean held his hands up. "Hey, don't drag me into this!" he said, pulling his pockets inside out.

"Fuck you, Nate," she spat, her voice low and furious. She turned toward the course, to play off.

"Are you done? Have a good laugh about it? Fucker!" she spat at him.

The day's sexual tension weighed on Nora. Topping it off with a vibrator was almost too much to take. She panted heavily, fighting to keep her composure even as the vibrator had let up.

By hole four, a castle with a drawbridge, she started to get herself under control. But Finn hit the vibrator again on high, her pussy throbbing, her clit begging for release. She stumbled mid-step, her breath hitching, yelling out, "Fuuuuck..." and grabbing her crotch.

"I told you to knock this shit off Nate!" she said, shooting daggers from her eyes.

"Fuck this, I'm done," she muttered, her voice tight. She hid behind the castle wall, looking around assessing if it was in anyone's line of sight. She yanked down her panties and peeked out from behind the wall to throw them angrily at Nate. The cool air hit her pussy. Unable to control herself at this point, she decided she needed to take care of it.

She pulled down her tank top enough to pinch her nipple as she jammed her fingers deep in her cunt. She leaned back against the castle wall with one leg up as she fucked herself and yanked her nipple hard. Pussy dripping on the ground.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice low and rough.

Nate walked around to catch an eyeful. All he could do was stand there slack-jawed.

Finn peered around the corner next, followed by Dean. Their eyes widened, cocks immediately at full mast as they watched her work herself while she whimpered softly.

She squatted down to the ground, legs spreading for better access. Then she removed her shirt and alternated between nipples as she tweaked like her life depended on it.

"Holy shit," Dean said in disbelief.

Nora looked up at the guys standing there watching her, but it barely registered, or she just couldn't make herself care in that moment, that she was masturbating in front of her boyfriend's buddies at a public mini-golf course.

Dean looked down at the massive tent pushing out of his shorts. "Uhh, fuck... I can't go out there like this."

Finn, unable to speak, looked down at his own, just nodding his head.

"Hey Nora, maybe you can take care of me while you're at it," Dean said slyly as he shot her an evil grin.

Nate snapped his gaze toward Dean. "Maybe I'll just cut it off, problem solved!" Fire burned behind his eyes.

"Chill dude, fine, I'll take care of it myself," Dean shot back.

He unzipped slowly, his thick dick springing free. He gripped it, stroking fast. "Fuck, yes," he muttered, his voice low and hungry.

Finn followed suit, pulling his out as his eyes locked on her dripping pussy, stroking slow at first, then picking up speed. "Holy shit," he breathed, his voice shaky, watching her tits bounce with every thrust of her fingers.

The wet sounds echoed off the wall, juices dripping down her wrist. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," she rasped, rubbing her clit in rough circles. Her other hand yanked her right nipple, twisting it quick and sharp, the pain pushing her closer.

Her moans turned desperate. "Fuck, fuck, yes," she gasped, her thighs quaking as she spread them further. Her hips bucked against her hand, her tits jiggling hard, sweat rolling down her chest.

Dean's breath hitched. "Shit," he grunted, his cock erupting. A thick rope shot out, landing on her left tit, splattering across her nipple and dripping down.

Finn groaned shortly after. "Oh, fuck," his dick unloading next, spurting on her right tit.

Nora's eyes opened wide as she reached climax. "Oh, shit, yes," she moaned, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Her cunt spasmed, juices squirting out, soaking her hand and splashing the ground. "Fuck!" she yelled, her legs buckling, her tits heaving as she rode it out.

Nate's eyes popped open wide. "What the fuck, Dean? Finn?" His voice cracked, their cum dripping down her tits, her fingers still moving.

Nora pulled her fingers free, standing shakily. Her cum-slick tits heaved as she glared at Nate, hands on her hips. "Nate! I told you to fucking stop it! Now look at me!" Her voice was a furious roar, Dean's and Finn's cum running down her chest. "I'm covered in my own pussy juice, and your buddies' cum. Hope you're fucking satisfied with yourself!"

Dean started laughing, but Nora shot him a look that made him fear for his life.

Finn tucked himself in, pointing his eyes at the ground, afraid of catching her gaze.

Nora pulled her tank top back on, the fabric smearing with cum, and fixed her denim skirt, wet thighs leaving wet spots on it. "I'm a fucking mess! Asshole!"

Her green eyes glared at Nate as she stormed toward the car, her tits bouncing.

"If you weren't a dead man before, you are now!" Dean let out a booming laugh.

Nate stood there, hard as a rock. His girlfriend's tits covered in Dean and Finn's cum. Her panties lay at his feet, a symbol of his failure. Another prank backfired horribly. And he feared it would not end here.

She didn't look back, peeling out of the lot, tires squealing. The car vanished into the dusk, leaving Nate standing there, reeling from his spectacularly failed prank.

Nate turned to Dean. "You assholes gonna stand there laughing, or you gonna give me a ride?" Nate's voice came out rough, laced with a mix of rage and resignation, his eyes narrowing as he kicked the panties aside.

Dean shrugged. "Hop in the truck, princess. I guess we're not finishing our game." He sauntered toward the parking lot, Finn trailing behind, chuckling under his breath, the two of them trading smirks like some goofy kids.

The ride back was tense. Nate sat in the back, arms crossed, staring out the window as the houses blurred past, his mind replaying the scene: Dean and Finn unloading on her tits while she moaned, totally lost in the moment. His jeans still strained against his cock, the ache a constant reminder of how this war had slipped through his fingers.

They rolled up to the house just as the last light bled from the sky. Nate stepped inside, Dean and Finn behind him, footsteps heavy on the hardwood floors as they caught the sound of the shower. "I guess she's cleaning up," Nate muttered, voice tight, glancing toward the hall.

Feeling despondent, Nate grabbed a beer and slunk out the back door alone and sat, zoning out as he stared up at the sky. His only thought: putting this disastrous April Fools' Day behind him.

Nora emerged a few minutes later, towel wrapped around her. She stood confident and vengeful in front of Dean and Finn. Her voice was low and sharp, cutting through the nervous tension. "I'm gonna need your help again. I'm not going to let him have the last word in this war. He's going to be sorry for starting this. Are you in?"

They both nodded and smirked. "What are you cooking up?" Dean said with an evil grin.

She dropped the towel to reveal her naked body, her double-D tits beautiful as ever, nipples stiffening in the cool air. "He's going to catch the three of us fucking."

Dean's eyes opened wide, and his jaw went slack. He started rubbing his hands together and licking his lips with wicked glee. "Fuuuck yeah."

"Not for real, you dipshit. It's a setup," she said, annoyed, rolling her eyes.

Dean's grin dimmed a bit. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. Obviously."

Finn shook his head. "Uh, yeah, I'm in!"

She led them down the hall, their eyes glued to her ass. "Lose the clothes, boys."

Out back, the mini-golf disaster looped in Nate's head: Nora behind the castle, masturbating, Dean and Finn blasting her tits while he stood there, useless. He'd lost control, of the war, of his friends, of his life.

Nora, Dean, and Finn set the scene in the bedroom, the half-open door framing the unmade bed, sheets a disheveled mess.

"OK, Dean, you kneel right there. I'll face the door in front of you on all fours, and you can hold on to my hips," she pointed to the end of the bed. "Finn, just stand there at the end of the bed. Make sure to block my face with your body so it looks like I'm sucking your cock."

They all spent a minute getting themselves into position. "OK, guys, make lots of noise, lots of exaggerated thrusting. Really sell it."

They launched in. Nora rocked her hips, moaning loud enough to rattle the walls. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Her voice was a weapon.

Dean thrust his hips, cock sliding along her crack, grunting low. "Take it, take it all, slut! You fucking love it," he grunted. Finn held her head, groaning, "Yeah, suck it," the trio hamming it up, bed springs shrieking, the noise a taunting siren.

Nate polished off his beer, chucking it into the grass, his eyes narrowing as the moans caught his attention.

"What the hell?" he rasped, hauling himself up and slowly creeping inside nervously. The living room was dark and empty. The sounds pulled him down the hall, heart beating faster, eyes widening as he nudged the bedroom door open. There she was: Nora, naked, Dean pounding her from behind, Finn's cock in her mouth, her tits bouncing, ass quivering, moans wild.

"What the fuck!" Nate's voice broke, his eyes practically popping out of his skull, shock pinning him in place.

"Oh, yes, harder!" she screamed out as Dean slammed into her ass, his cock grazing her pussy occasionally. Finn let out an exaggerated groan. From his angle, the scene looked real: his crew spit-roasting his longtime girlfriend, her loving it.

They stopped mid-thrust and shouted, "April Fools!" Laughter erupted, Nora collapsing onto her elbows, her eyes drinking in Nate's stunned, stupid face.

Dean smacked her ass, voice booming. "We got you!"

Nate blinked hard, his face turning red as his voice trembled with fury and a thread of relief. "You assholes!" He stepped in, cock growing stiff despite himself. "Knock it off, alright? Ha ha, you guys got me good. You win, Nora."

Nora's smirk curled tighter as she pushed herself up, tits swaying. "Knock it off? We just got started," she taunted, nodding at them. Dean thrust his hips, his hard-on rubbing against her ass.

She leaned back down toward Finn as he thrust at her. "Oh, fuck, yes."

"Babe! I said you win, no need to beat a dead horse," Nate said, starting to get annoyed.

"First you got me naked in front of your friends, then you tricked me into eating cum. After calling a fake truce, you made me cum in front of them with that stupid sex toy. I get the hint; this is what you want, baby," she responded in a sexy voice.

She started moaning again, spurring her coconspirators to start back into their over-the-top performances.

Then Nora's eyes widened, letting out a gasp. They all froze. "Oh, shit," as Dean's cock, slick with precum, slid past her pussy lips, the swollen head popping inside her cunt.

"Fuck, I didn't mean..." Dean stammered, voice erratic, Nora's pussy feeling amazing gripping his cock.

"Let me just..." He slowly dragged it out, leaving both of them in ecstasy. Involuntarily, he started pushing it back in. "Fuuuuck."

She couldn't help pushing back against him in kind, lost in the feeling.

Finn's eyes opened wider. "Well, damn." He grabbed his throbbing member, pointing it right at her mouth. "I guess we're going for it."

Nora rocked forward, opening her mouth, swallowing him whole, moaning, "Mmmm," around his shaft.

Dean groaned, thrusting in and out slowly, her pussy gripping him, shooting electricity through his entire body.

"You made your point, guys, that's enough," Nate said, less confident by the word.

Nate's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. "What the fuck," shock shot through him as Nora's hips rolled and he saw Dean's glistening cock pumping her with increasing rhythm.

Nora's green eyes flicked up, locking on Finn's eyes, lust-drunk, sucking him deep into her throat, spit dripping as she moaned, "Mmm," tongue curling around his head, tasting the salt.

The room turned primal. Dean gripped her hips, thrusting deeper as his thick cock slammed her pussy, her juices coating him, dripping thick down her thighs.

Dean knotted his hands in her hair, pumping her mouth slow and deep, his cock bulging her throat, a mix of spit and precum dripping down her chin, pooling on the sheets.

Nora rocked between them, caught in their rhythm, Dean's cock filling her pussy, Finn filling her throat. Her eyes rolled back as the first orgasm crept up, then hit like a storm. Her pussy clamped down hard on Dean's cock, a muffled scream vibrating around Finn's shaft. "Mmmph!"

Nate stood frozen, his eyes glued to the torrid scene that broke his heart and simultaneously turned him on in a way he didn't understand. He stood unable to move or form words as his two best friends fucked his girl for real this time. His own cock throbbed painfully in his jeans.

Nora's second orgasm was building as Dean thrust brutally. "Oh, fuck, harder," she whimpered.

She reached down between her thighs to strum her clit as Dean fucked her.

Dean let out a deep, animalistic grunt. "I'm... I'm gonna cum." His cock pulsed as he slammed her hips and unloaded thick, hot ropes of jizz into her pussy, spilling out, creamy streaks down her thighs. "Shit, fuck," he rasped, balls emptying, her pussy milking him, cum oozing as he thrust slow, riding it out.

Finn growled, pumping her mouth harder. "Get ready for it, Nora! Here it comes." His cock erupted, flooding her throat. "Swallow it, bitch," he grunted, her throat gulping as his body convulsed. She didn't miss a beat as she swallowed every drop.

Nora yanked Dean's spent cock out, flipped onto her back, legs splayed, pussy dripping his load, red and swollen. "Finn, fuck me," she rasped, voice wrecked, green eyes locked, fingers spreading her lips, showing the mess, clit twitching.

Finn slid between her thighs, his thick cock taking no time to recover for round two.

He grunted, thrusting hard, balls slapping her ass, juices and cum mixing, pooling on the sheets.

Dean lowered his balls into her mouth. "Mmm, yes," she said before gently mouthing his nuts as she worked his softened member back to life. It wasn't long before he was ready again and began to fuck her throat as she moaned approvingly.

Nate's cock strained against his jeans. His mind was barely able to process what he was seeing unfold before his eyes. A hot spurt soaked his pants. "Oh, fuck," a choked gasp, cum seeping through, legs locked as they kept going.

Finn's thrusts turned savage, and Nora's pussy responded with her next orgasm. Her pussy tightened around him as she yelled out around Dean's shaft.

Finn groaned. "I'm gonna fill your hooha with goof juice!" His cock began pulsing, spilling into her as they both jerked their hips, her pussy milking him, cum oozing as he slowed, panting.

Dean delivered his next load down her throat, offering no warning. She still managed to take it like a champ, gagging, eyes watering, but she didn't lose a drop.

They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, the air thick with the musk of sex and exhaustion. Nora lay between them, tits heaving, pussy leaking their mingled loads, her blond hair fanned out across the sheets like a halo gone wrong.

Nate had not moved an inch the entire time, shock incapacitating him. His cum-soaked jeans clung to him, a symbol of defeat and unwanted arousal.

Nora tilted her head up, green eyes catching his with a victorious spark. "April Fools," she murmured, her voice hoarse but dripping with mockery, punctuating it with a slow wink that hit like a sucker punch. She dropped her head back into the sheets, a faint smirk lingering as her eyes shut, catching her breath.

Finn and Dean passed out next to her almost immediately.

Nate eventually regained control of his body. He shuffled away, grabbing a blanket from the hall closet before crashing onto the couch.

Morning broke, sunlight shining directly into his eyes as he lay on the couch.

His head throbbed, jeans stiff with dried cum, the couch creaking under him as he sat up, rubbing his face. April 2nd, April Fools' Day was over, the war handily lost. But then he heard it: a rhythmic thud from the bedroom, soft moans cutting through the quiet, unmistakable and relentless.

He stumbled to his feet, hazel eyes bleary, and crept down the hall, dread curling in his gut. The bedroom door hung ajar, and there they were again: Nora on her knees, Dean behind her, thrusting into her puckered asshole this time, something he had not convinced her to try in their years together, but here she was, loving it.

"Fuck my ass with your fat cock!" she demanded.

The bed creaked under them; they must have been at it for a while.

He started this prank war, but she ended it with a nuke. "I guess the joke's on me," he muttered to himself as he freed his cock and stroked himself.