The Post-Meet Fuck Fest ch. 04.5

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Have you ever wondered what was happening while Chase was busy during the Post-Meet Fuck Fests? Now, you can find out!

This is what happens while Chase walks upstairs with Ashley.

The door had barely shut behind the last of the girls before Grace was in motion.

She didn't wait for an opening or an invitation--just walked right up to John with that lit-from-within smile of hers, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him like they were already alone. It was fast and needy, her mouth parting his, her body pressing close enough for him to feel the heat still rolling off her from the meet.

"I need you," she whispered against his lips, voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Right now."

He didn't question it. Just nodded and followed.

She tugged him by the hand up the stairs, past the thump of bass from the living room speakers, past the hallway chatter. The second she found an open bedroom, she pulled him inside and shut the door with a quiet click.

The light from the hallway crept in as she backed him up to the edge of the bed and started to undress him--slow, unhurried, like she'd been thinking about this since before the championship.

John reached for her shirt, but she shook her head.

"Not yet," she said, kneeling in front of him to pull down his pants. "I've been thinking about this for hours."

When she got his boxers off, she wrapped her hand around him and slowly licked up his shaft, eyes flicking up to meet his. She kissed the tip, then stood again and kissed him deeply, sliding out of her crop top and gym shorts with one motion.

Her body was flushed, glistening faintly from sweat. Her breasts bounced gently as she straddled him, only to guide him to lie back instead.

"Just lay there," she said with a soft smile, "and let me take care of you."

She swung a leg over his chest and settled above him, leaning forward to brace herself on the headboard. From his view below, she was stunning--brown ponytail falling forward, eyes squeezed shut, thighs flexing around his face.

John didn't hesitate. He pulled her hips down and buried his tongue between her folds, licking upward in slow, steady strokes. She gasped, biting her lip as her whole body arched forward.

"Fuck, John," she moaned, grinding just slightly against his face. "Right there."

She rode his mouth, hips rocking as he zeroed in on her clit. Her moans grew louder, hands pressing flat against the wall behind the bed. It didn't take long--maybe a minute, maybe less--before she clenched hard and gasped out his name in a high, shuddering cry.

When she finally lifted off him, she slid down his chest and kissed him hard.

"My turn," she whispered.

She reached between them, guided his cock to her entrance, and lowered herself slowly, both of them moaning as he filled her.

Their rhythm was natural. She moved slow at first, hands on his chest, then faster, leaning forward as he grabbed her hips and met her thrust for thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and soft gasps, and Grace never stopped watching his face.

When she felt him getting close, she pulled him tighter and whispered, "Inside. Please."

He groaned and held her in place as he came, his hips jerking up as she clenched around him, dragging out every pulse of his release.

Grace collapsed onto his chest, hair sticking to her damp back, both of them breathless and smiling.

"Best night of the season," she said softly, lips brushing his collarbone.

John just ran his hand down her back, nodding in agreement.

The music pulsed from the living room as Poppy danced through the hallway like she owned the place. She had changed out of her competition gear and into something that made heads turn--a glittery red bikini top and the tiniest red shorts imaginable.

She found Pete leaning against the wall near the kitchen, sipping water, trying to play it cool. He barely got the chance.

"Hey, hot stuff," she said, tugging his waistband with two fingers. "Feel like celebrating?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but she was already dragging him toward the nearest bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind them and Poppy spun around, pressing her back to the door. She leaned against it, hips swaying, arms up over her head.

"You've been looking at me all night," she said, stepping closer. "You gonna do something about it?"

Pete didn't need more prompting. He reached for her, but she stopped him with a finger on his chest.

"Strip," she whispered. "Let me watch."

He pulled off his shirt, then his jeans, as Poppy stepped in behind him and gently pushed him onto the edge of the bed.

She crawled into his lap, straddling him, lips ghosting over his without kissing. Her hands ran along his shoulders, down his chest, then lower, until she was rubbing him through his boxers.

"You're hard already?" she teased. "Good."

She peeled off her bikini top, breasts bouncing free, her skin shimmering under the bedroom's dim light. Pete reached for her but she caught his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Not yet."

She pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Then she wiggled out of her shorts, revealing that she hadn't worn anything underneath.

Now naked, she lined herself up, one hand on his chest, the other guiding him inside.

"Fuck," she breathed, sliding down slowly until he filled her completely. "You feel good."

She started to ride him--slow, rolling her hips, watching his face as he groaned. Then she picked up speed, slamming down harder, her ass bouncing against his thighs.

She leaned back, riding reverse cowgirl, putting on a show. Her short bob bounced with every thrust, and she tossed a glance over her shoulder.

"You like watching my ass bounce, don't you?"

Pete barely managed a moan in response, hands gripping her hips now.

"You better not cum yet," she said, breathless but grinning. "I'm just getting started."

She kept grinding, faster, deeper, using him. Her moans got sharper, higher.

When she felt him start to twitch inside her, she slammed down hard and stayed there.

"Do it," she moaned, twisting to look at him. "Cum in me, Pete. I want to feel it."

He let out a loud groan as he finished, gripping her tightly, filling her as she ground herself against him until she was gasping, climaxing right after him.

She stayed in his lap, catching her breath, chest rising and falling, then looked over her shoulder again.

"Damn. That was a good start."

The room buzzed with energy--music pulsing, laughter echoing, bodies already drifting toward dark corners and upstairs bedrooms. But MaKenna wasn't one to wait around.

She spotted Nate standing near the kitchen, drink in hand, eyes scanning the room like he didn't quite know where to start. That was all the opening she needed.

She walked straight up to him, still flushed from the meet, still in her gym shorts and knotted tank top. Her platinum braid swung over her shoulder as she leaned in.

"C'mon," she said with a smirk, grabbing his hand. "Let's not waste time."

He followed without question.

They dropped onto the couch in the corner of the living room--half in the open, half in the shadows. Some music thudded through the walls, but MaKenna was laser-focused. She slid to her knees in front of him and tugged his shorts down before he could say a word.

She licked the tip of his cock and wrapped her hand around the base. Nate groaned, head tipping back.

"I've been thinking about doing this since regionals," she said, mouth brushing against him. "Don't disappoint me."

He didn't--at first. She sucked him in slow, hands steady, building him up with practiced confidence. He got hard quickly. Too quickly.

Nate's breathing got heavy and his hand found the back of her head, but before she could fully get into a rhythm, he tugged her up.

"Let's fuck," he muttered, clearly ready to go.

MaKenna bit her lip and gave a small nod. She straddled him right there on the couch, pulling her shorts aside, guiding him in.

He gasped at the sensation, but MaKenna didn't close her eyes. She was focused--watching his reactions, waiting to feel something build.

But it didn't.

Nate thrust up into her a few times, fast and uncoordinated, gripping her hips too tight. MaKenna moved with him, trying to sync up, but her expression faltered.

It didn't take long--barely a minute--before Nate groaned and pulled her down hard onto him, finishing with a shaky breath.

"Shit," he muttered. "You're so tight."

MaKenna blinked. She hadn't even gotten close.

He leaned back, already softening, catching his breath.

"Uh... I'm gonna go grab a drink," he said, pulling his shorts back up.

She nodded, slowly sliding off of him, her thighs still spread slightly. Nate was already walking away, heading toward the sound of Maile laughing in the other room.

MaKenna sat there for a moment, lips pressed together, chest rising and falling.

"Cool," she whispered to herself.

She stood, adjusted her clothes, and disappeared down the hall. She already knew who she needed to find next.

Maile didn't bother easing into the night.

As the girls poured in, celebrating, hugging, glowing with victory, Maile was already scanning the room for the right kind of energy. It didn't take long for her eyes to land on Sean--leaning against the couch, beer in hand, watching the others with a smirk.

She sauntered up to him, still in her see-through white mesh crop top, her nipples unmistakably visible through the fabric. Her red thong peeked above her shorts, and her confidence was the loudest thing in the room.

"Hey, handsome," she said, placing a hand on his chest. "Wanna help me kick things off?"

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Right here?"

Maile grinned. "Why not?"

Before he could answer, she pulled off her top in one smooth motion, dropping it on the floor. Her bare chest drew immediate glances. She didn't care.

She pushed Sean backward onto the couch, climbed into his lap, and kissed him like they were already naked. Her hips rolled slowly against his growing bulge, teasing through layers of fabric.

"Take your pants off," she whispered into his mouth.

He didn't hesitate. Maile wiggled out of her shorts and thong while he kicked off his jeans. She hovered over him for a second, grinding against him, letting him feel her heat without giving in just yet.

People in the room were starting to notice--some watching openly, others pretending not to.

Maile loved it.

She reached down, stroked Sean a few times, then lined him up with her entrance and sank down onto him with a low, satisfied moan.

"Fuck," she breathed. "I needed this."

She started to move--slow at first, grinding, then bouncing harder. Her hands braced on his shoulders, her head tipped back, breasts bouncing freely.

Sean groaned, gripping her hips. "You're putting on a show."

"I know," she said, panting between words. "You like it?"

"Hell yeah."

She rocked against him, building a rhythm, loving the way eyes lingered on them. She leaned forward to kiss him again, deeper this time, her moans getting louder.

When Sean's breathing started to hitch, Maile slowed just a little, biting her lip.

"Not yet," she whispered. "I'm not done showing off."

Sean's grip on Maile's hips tightened as she slowed her movements, still grinding him deep but with more control now. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear.

"You're gonna hold out just a little longer," she whispered, nipping his earlobe. "I want to cum first."

He nodded, jaw clenched, eyes flicking up at the crowd of people clearly watching now--some pretending not to, others leaning in, fully invested.

Maile sat up straight, her hands on her own thighs as she rode him with calculated, powerful rolls of her hips. Her abs flexed, sweat glistening along her chest as her breathing grew ragged.

She started circling her hips, the way she knew drove guys insane--and herself, too.

Sean groaned. "Fuck, Maile--"

"Shhh," she moaned. "Almost there..."

She reached down with one hand, fingers pressing tight circles into her clit while she bounced faster, thighs tightening, ass clapping against his lap.

Then her whole body seized--hips twitching, lips parting, a moan spilling out louder than anything else in the room.

"Ohhh fuck--yes, yes, Sean--right there--"

She came hard, legs shaking, her body collapsing forward onto him for just a second. Sean held her steady, still inside her, watching her ride it out.

When she lifted her head again, hair clinging to her face, she smirked. "Okay," she panted. "Now you can cum."

Sean groaned, grabbed her ass, and started thrusting up into her from below, rougher now. She let him use her, moaning low in her throat, kissing him between thrusts.

It didn't take long.

His hands dug into her as he came with a grunt, holding her down as he pulsed inside her.

They stayed tangled for a minute--breathing hard, both soaked in sweat, still half-naked in the middle of the room.

Maile pulled back slowly, his cock slipping out of her, and she smiled as she looked around at the few people who were definitely watching.

"Well," she said, grabbing her top off the floor but not putting it on. "That's how you start a party."

Ella found Kevin exactly where she expected--posted near the edge of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall, pretending like he wasn't waiting for someone to grab him.

She smirked. "Still lurking like you're not hoping I walk up."

Kevin chuckled. "You found me, didn't you?"

Ella stepped in close, her body brushing against his as she slid her hand down to his waistband. "You already know how this goes."

They'd hooked up a few times before--post-meet, late nights, casual but always hot. Kevin was good with his hands, good with his mouth, and always eager. He just never quite made it past the first act.

Which was fine. She didn't always need a marathon.

She took his hand and pulled him into the first empty room they passed. As soon as the door clicked shut, she peeled off her tank top and let it drop to the floor. Kevin's eyes dropped automatically to her chest--still as eager as ever.

"Don't act surprised," she teased, pushing him back onto the bed.

He landed with a grin, already pulling his shirt off as she straddled his lap. "You've got a great entrance."

Ella rolled her eyes but smiled, kissing him deeply while her hips ground against his lap. She felt him grow hard almost instantly beneath her, and she knew how this would go.

"Let's not waste time," she whispered.

She slid down to her knees and tugged his shorts and boxers down in one motion, letting his cock spring free. She took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the familiar taste, the way he gasped when she swirled her tongue around the tip.

Kevin moaned, already breathing hard. "Fuck, Ella..."

"I know," she said, pulling off just long enough to stroke him tight and fast. "You're close already."

"Can't help it," he groaned. "You know what you're doing."

She kept going--mouth, hand, tongue working in sync--and just when she felt him tense up, she pulled back and let him finish in her hand, the first few spurts catching her tongue and the curve of her chest.

Kevin's head dropped back, panting. "Shit."

Ella stood and wiped herself clean with the towel on the nightstand, unfazed. "Still quick," she teased, tossing the towel aside. "But still good."

He laughed. "You want another round later?"

She leaned down, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "Maybe. Depends who else keeps me busy."

With that, she pulled her top back on and headed out the door--ready for more.

The buzz of celebration still lingered in the air as Ana slipped through the house behind the others. She hadn't said much after the win--she never did. Her smile said enough.

She found Mark in the hallway outside one of the guest rooms, leaning against the doorframe, watching the room fill up with heat and bodies.

She walked up quietly, already tugging at the hem of her red off-the-shoulder top. "I want a head start," she said softly.

Mark gave her a once-over. "Not even five minutes in."

"Exactly," she murmured, stepping past him into the room.

The door closed behind them, and before Mark could say anything else, Ana was already undressing--her top sliding to the floor, her cotton shorts following right after.

Nothing underneath.

Mark paused for a second, just looking. Her light brown skin was smooth, her thighs strong, her chest soft and perfect under the dim light.

"You really didn't wear anything under that?"

Ana gave a slow, teasing shrug. "Why waste time?"

Mark stripped down quickly, about to join her on the bed when--

Knock knock.

The door cracked open an inch and Chase's voice cut in, low but direct. "Mark?"

Mark turned toward the door, still naked.

"Yeah?"

"You said you'd help with Ashley if we got a plan. She wants DP," Chase said, glancing past the doorway and pausing as his eyes caught the sight of Ana--fully nude, calm as ever, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.

Mark held back a smirk. "How soon?"

"Ten minutes. She's ready now."

Mark gave a short nod. "I'll be there."

Chase glanced at Ana again. "Sorry," he said, a little sheepish. "Didn't know you two were already--"

"It's fine," Ana cut in, smiling slightly. "You can make it up to me later."

Chase gave her a slow grin. "Looking forward to it."

He shut the door.

Mark turned back to her. "He's serious, by the way. You're on his list."

"I gathered," Ana said, laying back on the bed. "That why you're trying to be fast?"

Mark chuckled and knelt between her legs. "It's why I'm gonna make this count."

He leaned forward, trailing kisses along her thigh, his fingers already sliding between her folds. She was warm and wet, her breath catching as he pushed two fingers inside, curling just right.

His mouth joined soon after, tongue flicking her clit as his fingers pumped in sync. Ana's hips rolled against him, her hands gripping the sheets, that quiet grace giving way to ragged breathing and sharp gasps.

She came quickly--controlled but intense, her legs tightening around his shoulders as her back arched from the bed.

Mark pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaned in to kiss her once on the inner thigh.

"I'll send Chase when I'm done," he said.

Ana opened her eyes and smiled. "You better."

The following happens after the first round of encounters.

The kitchen lights were low, casting a warm glow across the counters where Maile stood barefoot, hips swaying slightly as she leaned over the fruit bowl. Her red thong clung to her curves, ass high, cheeks glowing under the dim light. She glanced over her shoulder and caught Pete and Nate standing near the sink, both shirtless, both watching her.

"See something you like?" she asked, voice dripping with amusement.

Pete stepped forward first. "Hard not to."

"Come here," Maile said, straightening and turning to face them.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees between them. Her hands reached for both cocks--stroking Pete's with one hand and guiding Nate's with the other as she tilted her head, licking the tip of one before switching to the other. Her tongue flicked fast, her lips stretched wide as she took turns swallowing each of them into her mouth.

Pete moaned, placing a hand on the back of her head. Nate cursed under his breath. Maile giggled around their lengths, pulling back just enough to breathe.

"Fuck... you boys taste good," she said, licking her lips. "But let's make this more fun."

She stood and stepped toward the counter, bracing her hands against it and arching her back. "One of you behind. One of you in front. Let's see how much you can handle."

Pete moved in behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her thong to the side. He guided his cock into her soaking pussy, groaning at the heat as he began to thrust. Nate stepped in front, and Maile looked up at him with hungry eyes before taking him back into her mouth.

The rhythm built fast--Maile moaning around Nate's cock as Pete fucked her from behind, slapping against her ass with every push forward. Her body moved with perfect control, completely at ease being used, completely in command.

After several minutes, Pete pulled out and tapped her hip. "Couch. Let's switch it up."

Maile grinned and led the way, licking her lips as she walked naked and dripping to the living room. She dropped onto all fours on the couch, arching her back and looking over her shoulder.

"Your turn, Nate."

Nate didn't need to be told twice. He stepped behind her and pushed into her tight pussy, while Pete stood in front of her, stroking himself.

"You boys better enjoy this," she said breathlessly, "because I'm not going easy."

Nate picked up a steady rhythm, pounding her from behind while Maile reached for Pete's cock, stroking him fast. Pete groaned, stepping closer as Maile brought her mouth to his tip again.

"Shit--I'm gonna cum," Pete warned.

"On my tits," Maile said, voice low and eager.

He obeyed. With a grunt, Pete let go, thick ropes of cum streaking across Maile's chest and nipples as she moaned, her body rocking from the force of Nate's thrusts. Pete stepped back, catching his breath.

Nate gripped Maile's hips tighter, slamming into her harder.

"Fuck--inside," she said. "Fill me up."

Moments later, Nate groaned and buried himself deep, his cock twitching as he spilled into her. Maile shuddered beneath him, the mix of sweat and cum and friction pulling a trembling orgasm from her body.

She dropped to her elbows, panting.

Pete tossed her a towel.

"Round two later?" she asked, wiping herself off.

Both guys laughed.

"You're a machine," Nate said.

Maile winked, standing slowly. "You're just figuring that out now?"

The hallway light flickered as Grace stood at the mirror, brushing her damp hair out of her face with one hand. Her crop top clung to her toned frame, panties still damp from earlier, her skin glowing under the soft overhead bulb. The bathroom door was open halfway, steam still lingering from someone's earlier shower.

She heard footsteps behind her and glanced up to see Sean leaning in the doorway. Shirtless, towel slung over his shoulder, water still dripping down his chest.

"You alright?" he asked.

Grace gave him a tired smile in the mirror. "Yeah. Just... needed a second."

Sean stepped inside and leaned against the counter next to her. "You were incredible tonight."

She met his eyes in the glass, something flickering behind her gaze. "Thanks."

There was a moment of silence--charged, unspoken.

Then she turned to face him.

"I don't want to think too much right now," she whispered. "Is that okay?"

Sean nodded slowly. "Of course."

Grace stepped between his legs, her fingers trailing down his chest. She reached for the towel at his waist and let it drop to the floor. His cock was already starting to swell.

She kissed his stomach, then lower. Her breath was warm against his skin as she looked up once more--eyes asking, not begging.

Then she dropped to her knees.

Her fingers wrapped around his base as she took him into her mouth--slow, deliberate. Her tongue moved in lazy circles, her lips sealing tightly around his shaft as she began to bob her head, gradually deepening the motion.

Sean let out a low groan, his hand finding the back of her head. "Fuck... Grace..."

She pulled back just enough to whisper, "Don't touch me. Just let me take care of you."

Sean dropped his hand, letting it hang at his side. Grace smirked and took him deeper this time, her mouth slick and warm, saliva sliding down his length as she sucked harder.

She added a soft moan--vibration humming through him.

Her pace quickened, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, spit coating everything as she worked him expertly. Her eyes stayed locked on his face, watching him unravel.

Sean braced himself on the counter. "Shit--I'm close."

Grace didn't slow.

He grunted, hips twitching as he came--long pulses of cum spilling across her tongue. She didn't flinch. She swallowed each drop, licking him clean before rising to her feet.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then glanced in the mirror again.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips red and swollen. She gave her reflection a small smirk.

"Back in the game," she whispered to herself.

Sean leaned against the wall, completely spent. "That was..."

"Don't say anything," Grace cut in softly, grabbing her hairbrush again. "Just... enjoy it."

And she walked out of the bathroom without another word.

The lights in the living room were soft, casting a golden glow across the floor where Ella sprawled out on a thick blanket. Her oversized T-shirt was pushed up around her waist now, her bare thighs gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. Kevin sat awkwardly beside her, half-dressed and looking more apologetic than aroused.

"I... didn't mean to finish that quick earlier," he said.

Ella arched an eyebrow and tilted her head. "Oh, I know you didn't. You just couldn't help yourself."

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but Ella was already shifting, crawling into his lap, straddling his hips.

"But you still owe me," she purred.

Kevin's hands instinctively landed on her waist, but Ella reached down and slid his boxers down his thighs. His cock twitched, not fully hard yet. She smiled, deliberately grinding her warm pussy along the length of it--skin on skin, slow and steady.

She leaned in and kissed him--lazy, wet, and taunting.

Then she slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs.

Kevin watched, wide-eyed, as Ella pushed her hair behind her ears and locked eyes with him.

"Don't cum this time," she warned, licking a slow stripe up his shaft.

He nodded.

She smirked. "Good boy."

Ella took him into her mouth, just the tip at first, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside. Her hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently as she started to bob her head--slow and deliberate, then faster.

She pulled off with a pop, stroking him, then spit on it and smeared it across his length with her palm.

"Look at you. Already shaking."

"I'm not gonna--"

"Shh." She took him back in deep.

Kevin groaned, his legs tensing, his hands balling into fists on the blanket as Ella started to move faster--tongue swirling, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing out.

She kept him right on the edge, pulling off just when he started to gasp.

"Fuck... Ella, I'm--"

"I said don't cum," she whispered with a smirk, flicking her tongue against the tip.

Then she let him.

Her mouth opened, tongue out, and she stroked him fast and hard until Kevin cried out and came--thick streams painting across her chest, between the valley of her breasts and up to her collarbone. She smiled through it, rubbing some of it into her skin as he collapsed back on the blanket.

"Good," she said. "Now we're even."

Kevin blinked, breathless.

Ella grabbed a towel, wiped herself off, and stood up, tugging her shirt back down. She turned over her shoulder before walking toward the stairs.

"Next time, maybe you'll last long enough to be inside me."

The living room had shifted into something calmer--less chaotic, but still simmering. The lights were low, a soft glow spilling in from the kitchen as moans echoed faintly from down the hall. Somewhere, someone was getting fucked. Somewhere else, someone was about to be.

Ashley padded into the room silently, barefoot, wearing nothing but Chase's button-down shirt. It hung loose around her body, brushing her thighs. Her golden hair was still damp from the post-meet shower, clinging to her shoulders. Her skin was flushed, soft, still humming from the DP she'd taken earlier.

She looked delicious and wrecked. Satisfied--but far from done.

She moved like she wasn't trying to get anyone's attention... but it was impossible not to notice her. Grace gave her a glance. Ella looked her up and down. Maile, now perched on the edge of the couch still glowing from her recent threesome, gave her a wicked smirk.

Ashley didn't say a word. She grabbed a bottle of water from the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a long sip.

Then she settled into one of the chairs in the corner of the room, curling one leg up underneath her, the shirt sliding open slightly to reveal the bare curve of her hip and the lower swell of her breast.

She watched.

Watched Ella saunter off upstairs, dripping with cum. Watched Kevin still lying back on the blanket, eyes closed, chest rising and falling as if he'd just survived a storm. Watched Maile stretch like a cat, still sticky and flushed, talking softly with Pete while Nate cooled off beside her.

Her eyes wandered over all of them, quiet and calculating.

Chase passed through briefly--shirtless, still damp from Ana. Ashley met his eyes but didn't speak. Just smiled. A small one. The kind that said: I'm watching. I'm waiting. I'm not done.

As he left the room, she crossed her legs slowly, the fabric sliding just enough to expose more of her thigh.

Ashley didn't need to jump back in yet. She wanted to watch.

She wanted to choose.

She wanted someone to earn it.

The house was still pulsing, but slower now--like the beat had dropped into a low, sexy groove. Most of the action had quieted, but the tension in the air hadn't gone anywhere.

Mark sat in one of the kitchen chairs, shirtless, sipping water and watching the way Maile's slick body shimmered under the lights as she lounged on the couch nearby. His cock was already half-hard again, lazy in his shorts, like it knew the night wasn't over.

Then Poppy strolled in.

Still naked, save for the thin sheen of sweat coating her glowing skin, her dark bob sticking slightly to her cheeks, and a tiny streak of cum trailing one thigh--proof of her ride on John still lingering between her legs. She walked like she wasn't just used to being stared at--she expected it.

And Mark stared.

She clocked him immediately.

"Well," she said, hands on her hips, lips curved into a smirk, "you look like you're waiting for something."

Mark leaned back, spreading his legs a little wider. "Maybe I am."

Poppy strutted closer, hips swaying, the light catching every curve. She trailed a finger down his chest, then over his abs, stopping just above his waistband.

"I saw how you fucked Ashley earlier," she said, voice low. "That was hot."

"Appreciate that," Mark said, letting his gaze slide down her body.

Poppy tilted her head. "Think you've got another round in you?"

He smirked. "Only one way to find out."

She climbed into his lap without hesitation, her legs straddling him as she let her bare pussy settle right against his cock--still tucked behind his shorts. She ground down slowly, just enough to make him grunt.

Poppy leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Let's make this one messier."

She nibbled his earlobe, then pulled back, reaching down to slide his cock out. Mark shifted, helping her, and she didn't wait--just angled herself and sank down onto him in one smooth, practiced motion.

He groaned deep, grabbing her hips.

She smiled, hands planted on his chest as she started to bounce--slow at first, then harder. Her tits bounced freely with every movement, her breath catching in her throat as she picked up the rhythm.

Mark reached up and grabbed her ass with both hands, guiding her pace. "You're so fucking wet."

Poppy tossed her hair. "Good. I want you to feel how wrecked I already am."

They kept at it, her moans getting louder, his grunts deeper. She looked over her shoulder, noticed Ashley still watching from the chair, and winked at her.

Ashley licked her lips.

Poppy rode harder, and Mark's grip tightened.

"You gonna cum for me?" she asked, her voice teasing, breathless.

"Fuck yeah," he growled. "Right inside you."

"Good," she whispered. "I want it."

And with a final thrust, he held her tight and groaned as he emptied inside her. She grinded through it, eyes fluttering shut, relishing every second of being filled again.

When she finally stilled, she leaned forward and kissed his neck.

"Still not done," she whispered, before slowly sliding off and standing back up.

Mark sat there, dazed, catching his breath.

Poppy just walked away--cum trickling down her thigh--smiling like she'd just stolen something.

Grace moved through the hallway quietly, away from the echo of moans and soft laughter. Her skin was still warm from earlier, and the buzz of Sean's cum on her tongue hadn't quite faded. But that hadn't scratched the itch--not the one that mattered.

Not the one that had Chase's name all over it.

She found a small guest room at the far end of the hall, the kind with dim yellow light and a simple twin bed pressed against the wall. The door clicked shut behind her, and she stood there for a moment, listening to her own heartbeat.

She pulled off her crop top and tossed it to the chair. Her panties slid down her legs a second later, joining the pile.

Naked now, Grace sat on the edge of the bed and let her mind wander.

Chase. The way his hands had felt last time. How he'd whispered in her ear. How full he made her feel--physically, yes, but emotionally too. He didn't just fuck. He touched her. Like she mattered. Like he saw everything.

She leaned back, fingers trailing down her stomach, her breath already growing shallow.

She closed her eyes.

In her mind, it was Chase crawling over her. Chase parting her thighs. Chase licking slowly up her center and moaning into her pussy like he couldn't get enough.

She dipped two fingers between her folds--already slick. She teased her clit gently, then circled it, imagining his tongue doing the same. Her free hand moved up to cup her breast, thumb flicking her nipple.

"Fuck, Chase," she whispered.

She spread her legs wider and pressed harder, her fingers working her faster now. She thought of him whispering in her ear: "You're mine tonight." She thought of him gripping her hips, slamming into her, calling her name as she begged for more.

She whimpered--low and breathy.

Then her whole body stiffened as the orgasm hit her--slow at first, then crashing. She arched her back, biting her lip to keep from crying out too loud.

Her legs trembled. Her chest rose and fell in quick, sharp breaths.

When it passed, she let her hand fall away and stared at the ceiling, her body glowing with sweat and release.

But her heart still ached a little.

Because it hadn't been him.

The house was a maze of heat, dim light, and echoes of pleasure. Maile padded barefoot down the hallway, still nude--her skin still slick from sweat, cum drying between her thighs and across her chest. She didn't bother with clothes. She didn't need them. The night wasn't over.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and took a long sip before starting her slow lap of the house.

First Stop: Living Room

Ashley sat curled in the armchair, wearing Chase's shirt like a second skin. One leg draped over the side, thighs parted just enough to show she still hadn't bothered with panties. Her eyes tracked Maile lazily, her fingers tracing circles near her knee.

"Still watching?" Maile teased, pausing in the doorway.

Ashley smirked. "Still deciding."

Maile gave her a wink and moved on.

Second Stop: Kitchen

Kevin sat on the floor with his back to the cabinets, shirtless and dazed, legs spread out like he'd been drained dry. Ella's towel lay crumpled nearby. A thin streak of his cum still gleamed across the tile.

Maile stepped over it casually and grabbed a grape from the bowl.

"You gonna survive the night?" she asked.

Kevin nodded weakly. "Barely."

She kissed his forehead like a sister in arms and moved on.

Third Stop: Hallway Bathroom

The door was ajar. She peeked in and saw the fogged-over mirror still streaked from steam. Grace's crop top hung from the doorknob. A used towel lay on the floor. The faintest scent of shampoo and something more intimate still clung to the air.

Maile smiled. She didn't go in.

Fourth Stop: Guest Room #1

The door was wide open. Mark was still sitting in the chair, legs spread, chest rising and falling. Poppy lay on the floor in front of him, fully naked, her head resting on his thigh like a satisfied cat.

Maile watched for a moment as Mark stroked her hair, his fingers lazily twirling through the strands.

"Round three?" Maile asked with a grin.

Poppy didn't open her eyes. "Give me five minutes."

"Slacker," Maile teased, then walked on.

Fifth Stop: Upstairs Bedroom

She pressed her ear to the door and heard it: low moans, sharp gasps. Someone was getting fucked good. She pushed the door open an inch and peeked.

Chase. And Ana.

Maile's breath caught slightly at the sight.

Ana was on her side, one leg lifted, Chase pressed tightly behind her, slow and deep. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. The sound of skin on skin, of whispered words and Ana's breathy whimpers, made Maile bite her lip.

She didn't interrupt. Just watched.

Long enough to feel heat stir low in her belly again.

Then she slipped the door closed.

Final Stop: Guest Room #2

She opened the door softly and found McKenna there--naked again, curled up in the sheets, watching the ceiling like she was debating round two.

Maile smirked. "Recovering?"

McKenna glanced over, cheeks flushed. "Thinking."

"Well," Maile said, leaning against the doorframe. "Let me know if you want company."

She turned, bare and unbothered, and strolled back toward the center of the house--the living room glowing like a hearth, the party still pulsing underneath the floorboards.

It wasn't done.

And neither was she.

Maile wandered back down the hallway, her bare feet silent against the hardwood. Her head was light from the mix of sweat, sex, and curiosity--but one moment had stayed with her:

Grace's towel on the bathroom floor.

She found the guest room door where Grace had slipped off to earlier, pushed it open slowly, and saw her--curled up on the bed, one arm behind her head, the other resting across her bare stomach. Her chest still rose and fell a little fast. She was glowing, spent... but not all the way.

Grace blinked at the light from the hall, then smiled softly when she saw her.

"Hey," she said, voice hoarse. "Didn't think anyone noticed."

Maile stepped in and shut the door behind her. "I notice everything."

She walked to the edge of the bed, hips swaying with slow intention, and dropped to her knees beside it.

"You okay?" Maile asked, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Grace's cheek.

Grace nodded. "Just... thinking too much."

Maile leaned closer. "Then stop thinking."

She kissed her gently--soft lips brushing Grace's like a secret. Grace tensed for just a second, then melted into it, her hand sliding into Maile's hair.

Maile didn't rush. She took her time kissing down Grace's neck, across her collarbone, down her chest, pausing to suck lightly on one nipple, then the other, her tongue swirling as Grace's breath grew shaky.

Maile moved lower, kissing her way down Grace's stomach, slow and teasing. When she got between her thighs, she looked up, her voice low.

"Just lay back. Let me take care of you."

Grace didn't argue.

Maile spread her legs gently, trailing her fingers along the soft, slick skin of her inner thighs. Grace was already wet again, her body more than ready. Maile inhaled deeply, savoring the scent, then leaned in and gave one slow lick from bottom to top.

Grace gasped.

Maile smiled against her. Then she went to work--slow, steady, confident. Her tongue traced circles around Grace's clit, never too hard, never too fast. Just enough to make her squirm.

Grace's hand found the back of Maile's head again, tangling in her hair. "God... that feels so good."

"I know," Maile whispered, and then sucked her clit between her lips.

Grace cried out softly, her hips rising off the bed. Maile held her steady, one hand pressing gently to her stomach as her tongue flicked faster, then slower, then faster again.

Grace trembled.

Maile added a finger--just one--slipping it slowly inside, curling up to find the sweet spot.

Grace arched. "Maile... oh my god--"

"Let go," Maile whispered against her. "Come on. I've got you."

And Grace did.

Her thighs clenched around Maile's head, her body tensing and shaking with release. Her moan was long, broken, full of everything she hadn't said out loud all night. Maile didn't stop until Grace's hips dropped back down to the bed, her whole body trembling.

She kissed her inner thigh, then her stomach, then laid down beside her--cheek resting on Grace's chest, fingers gently drawing circles on her hip.

Grace laughed breathlessly. "I didn't know I needed that."

Maile smiled. "That's why I gave it to you."

The house whispered behind her, full of half-muffled moans and creaking floors. But Maile didn't need to wander anymore.

She made her way back into the living room, where the lights had dimmed even further--just a lamp on in the far corner now, casting long, lazy shadows across the floor. The room smelled like sex and sweat, but also like something else now... something quieter. More focused.

Ashley was still in the armchair. She hadn't moved much--still barefoot, still draped in Chase's shirt, which was now open completely. Her legs were parted, bent slightly over the armrests, one hand resting idly near her core, as if she'd forgotten it was there.

She glanced up as Maile entered.

Their eyes locked.

Maile didn't say a word. She just approached, slow and sure, hips swaying like her body was already answering a question that hadn't been asked.

Ashley tilted her head, a hint of challenge in her expression. "You done wandering?"

Maile knelt beside her chair. "I found what I was looking for."

Ashley didn't stop her as Maile leaned in and kissed her--soft and slow at first, then deeper, more certain. Ashley moaned into it, her fingers tightening in Maile's hair. When they pulled apart, Ashley was already breathing harder.

"You've got the softest fucking mouth," she whispered.

"I know," Maile murmured. "Let me show you what else it can do."

She slid down onto the rug, nudging Ashley's legs open further. Ashley sank deeper into the chair, arms draped lazily over the sides now, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The shirt hung open completely, baring her perky breasts, her nipples stiff.

Maile kissed her way up Ashley's thigh, slow and teasing, flicking her tongue in tiny circles just above her knee, then higher. Ashley whimpered softly as Maile kissed the crease where her leg met her hip.

Then, without warning, Maile's tongue found her clit.

Ashley gasped--her back arching slightly, hands flying to the armrests.

Maile sucked gently, her tongue moving in tight, slow circles. She knew Ashley's body now--knew what pace made her toes curl and what pressure made her breath catch.

Ashley moaned, loud and sweet, head tilted back as Maile's mouth worked her expertly.

Maile slipped two fingers inside her, slow and deep. Ashley's thighs trembled.

"Oh fuck... Maile..."

Maile hummed against her, sending vibrations through her clit as her fingers curled just right.

Ashley's moans turned sharp--desperate. She was close.

Maile whispered, "Let go. I've got you."

Ashley cried out, her body stiffening, thighs squeezing around Maile's head as she came hard. Her orgasm rolled through her in waves, wet and messy and perfect.

Ashley was still moaning, legs trembling over the sides of the chair, her hands gripping the arms as Maile kept her tongue pressed to her clit, never slowing even as the orgasm rolled through her body.

Maile was fully lost in it--focused, hungry, savoring every twitch and gasp from the girl above her. Her fingers curled just right inside Ashley, her mouth soft and slick as she tasted every wave of release.

She didn't hear him approach.

She only felt it--warm hands suddenly gripping her hips from behind.

Her body stiffened in surprise, but only for a second. Then she recognized the touch. The size. The energy.

Pete.

She didn't look back. She didn't need to.

He knelt behind her, one hand sliding down her back, the other guiding his already-hard cock to her dripping entrance. She was still soaked from earlier--from him and Nate--and now, with her face buried between Ashley's thighs, her own arousal was pulsing.

Without a word, Pete pushed inside her.

Maile moaned directly into Ashley's pussy, her body jolting forward with the first slow thrust.

Ashley gasped, legs tightening around Maile's head. "What the--oh my god--"

Maile just grinned against her, adjusting her knees for better balance, and kept licking--her mouth never leaving Ashley's clit, even as Pete began to fuck her from behind.

His rhythm started slow--deep, measured strokes, letting her feel every inch. His hands gripped her waist tightly, thumbs digging into the curves of her hips.

Maile was caught between them--licking and moaning, her own pleasure building fast. Pete's cock hit deep, each thrust rocking her forward slightly, causing her tongue to press harder against Ashley's clit. Ashley was panting now, gripping Maile's hair with both hands, her thighs twitching.

Pete leaned over her back, his voice low and rough in her ear. "Couldn't resist. You looked too good like this."

Maile groaned, pushing her hips back into him. "Don't stop. Fuck me just like that."

He obliged.

His pace quickened, hips slapping against her ass as Maile rode every thrust, taking him deep while never letting up on Ashley. Her mouth moved faster now, tongue flicking and circling in perfect rhythm as Ashley tipped over the edge again.

Ashley's whole body bucked. "I'm--fuck--I'm cumming again--Maile--!"

She screamed out, arching in the chair, legs wrapped around Maile's back.

Maile didn't stop--riding Pete's cock while still drawing out every last pulse of Ashley's orgasm.

Pete growled behind her, slamming in one last time and holding still as he came--hot and hard, spilling inside her as his grip on her hips tightened.

They froze like that for a second--Maile panting, Ashley trembling, Pete pulsing deep inside her.

Then Maile slowly lifted her head, licking her lips, flushed and glowing.

Ashley looked down at her, dazed. "Holy fuck."

Maile smirked. "You're welcome."

McKenna sat quietly at the edge of the upstairs hallway, wrapped in a towel she'd borrowed from the bathroom after her time with Nate--and then Chase. Her skin was flushed, legs still a little weak, but the deeper ache in her chest had started to stir again.

She wasn't done.

Not after the way Chase had made her feel. Not after watching Maile wander like she owned the place. Not after hearing moans drift through the walls for what felt like hours.

She wanted more.

She rose to her feet and dropped the towel without a second thought, her bare body warm and buzzing as she stepped out into the hallway. Her platinum braid hung loose now, strands clinging to her damp skin. She walked barefoot down the stairs, past the dim glow of the kitchen, past the guys laughing quietly around the table.

That's where she saw him.

Sean.

Sitting in a chair near the window, shirtless, sweat-slicked, quiet. Not cocky. Not loud. Just... watching. Like he was waiting.

McKenna paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her bare skin fully on display under the low light. He looked up, eyes widening slightly--but not with surprise. With interest.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he replied, eyes trailing down her body.

She stepped closer. "You already had your fun?"

He shrugged, giving her a smile. "Some. But I'm not done."

"Good." She stopped in front of him. "Because I haven't even started."

Sean stood, his body tall and broad in front of her, and reached out to brush a finger along her waist. "You sure?"

McKenna stepped into him, pressing her chest to his, her voice barely a whisper. "Take me somewhere. Anywhere. Just... don't be gentle."

That was all it took.

He grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway to the empty den, a low couch lit by just the glow of a nearby lamp. As soon as the door clicked shut, McKenna pushed him back onto the cushions and climbed into his lap--legs on either side of his hips, her body already heating up.

She kissed him first--messy and demanding, her fingers running through his hair, her hips grinding down onto his lap. His cock stirred beneath his shorts, and she smiled against his mouth as she felt it grow.

Sean reached between them and guided himself to her entrance.

McKenna didn't hesitate. She sank down in one smooth motion, moaning low as she took every inch.

Sean groaned beneath her, gripping her hips. "Fuck... you're tight."

"I know," she whispered, rolling her hips slowly. "So you better make it worth it."

And then she rode him--first with slow, grinding circles, then with sharper thrusts, her ass bouncing against his thighs as their rhythm built. Her breasts bounced with each motion, her head tilted back, breath ragged.

Sean sat up, pulling her close, sucking one nipple into his mouth as she ground harder against him.

She grabbed his face and kissed him again, hips never slowing.

"I want to cum again," she whispered. "I want you to make me."

Sean flipped her onto her back in one motion, spreading her legs and driving into her deeper this time, harder. McKenna gasped, nails digging into his back as he fucked her into the cushions.

"Like that?" he growled.

"Fuck--yes--just like that!"

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her moans rising, her whole body tightening.

Then--release.

She cried out, head thrown back, body shaking as her orgasm hit. Sean kept going, chasing his own, and with a loud grunt, he followed--pulling out just in time to cum across her stomach and thighs in hot, messy spurts.

They collapsed beside each other, panting.

McKenna turned her head, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That," she said, "was worth the wait."

Ella stood at the kitchen counter, lazily chewing on a piece of fruit she didn't remember picking up. Her oversized T-shirt was barely covering her ass again, no panties underneath, and her skin still tingled from teasing Kevin earlier. She'd enjoyed making him cum--but she needed something real now. Something deep. Something that would stretch her out and leave her ready for the man she really wanted.

Chase.

She spotted Mark sitting alone on the edge of the living room couch, sipping water and watching the glow from the hall, his bare chest still glistening from earlier. He looked relaxed--quietly dangerous in that effortless, "I can fuck you right" kind of way.

Perfect.

Ella crossed the room like a woman with a purpose. She straddled him without asking, dropping into his lap, her bare pussy pressing against his shorts. His eyebrows lifted, but he didn't say a word.

She leaned close, lips brushing his ear.

"I need you to fuck me."

Mark smiled, hands moving automatically to her hips. "You sure you want me now? Doesn't Chase have your name written all over him tonight?"

Ella grinned, grinding down slowly. "That's exactly why I need you first. Get me stretched, get me soaked... so I'm ready when it's his turn."

Mark's eyes darkened.

"Say less."

They slipped away down the hall to a side room--empty, dark except for the moonlight slicing through the blinds. Mark shut the door, turned, and pushed her gently against it. Ella let out a soft gasp as he dropped to his knees.

He lifted her shirt and immediately buried his face between her thighs, tongue teasing her folds, circling her clit in slow, wet laps. Ella moaned, her back arching off the door, hands in his hair.

"Fuck... okay, okay--enough," she whispered. "I need your cock."

Mark stood, pulled his shorts down, and spun her around, bending her over the nearest table.

"You want it rough?" he asked.

Ella looked back over her shoulder. "Like you mean it."

He lined up and drove into her in one powerful thrust.

Ella's cry was loud, sharp--half pain, half pleasure. Mark grabbed her hips and started to thrust hard, deep, filling her completely. She slammed her hands against the table for balance, moaning as her ass bounced back into him.

Every stroke made her wetter. Every grunt from him made her smirk.

"God--yes--that's it," she panted. "Stretch me out. Make me ready for him."

Mark reached around and slapped her ass, gripping it afterward as he pounded harder.

"You're taking me so fucking good," he growled.

She looked back again, hair sticking to her cheeks. "Don't pull out."

"You serious?"

"Cum in me. I want to drip with it."

Mark grunted--once, twice more--and then buried himself deep, groaning as he released inside her. Ella moaned as she felt the warmth fill her, her body already trembling from the force of the pounding.

He pulled out, and a slow drip of cum slipped down her thigh.

Ella stood and turned, walking back toward the hallway without bothering to clean herself up.

As she reached the door, she looked back at him.

"Thanks, stud. I'm ready for Chase now."

Then she was gone--glowing, dripping, and smiling.

The house was quiet in pockets now--warm and buzzing, but softer than before. Most of the louder moans had faded, replaced by hushed voices, heavy breaths, the occasional gasp behind closed doors.

Grace lay in the center of a guest bed, still naked from her earlier climax with Maile's mouth. The sheets were kicked halfway off the bed, her long legs tangled in them, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm. She was glowing, but not asleep. Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, her fingers slowly tracing patterns on her stomach.

She felt full... but not finished.

There was a part of her still whispering, still aching. Not for Chase this time--not entirely--but for release. For attention. For worship.

A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

She didn't say anything.

The door creaked open.

Kevin peeked inside first--eyes widening slightly when he saw her laid out so exposed. Sean was right behind him, shirtless, skin flushed from earlier.

Grace didn't cover herself.

She just smiled faintly. "You two lost?"

Sean leaned against the doorframe. "Kind of looks like we found exactly what we were looking for."

Kevin stepped in slowly. "Are you... alone?"

"I was," she said. "But I'm not sure I want to be anymore."

Sean exchanged a glance with Kevin, then shut the door quietly behind them.

Grace sat up slowly, letting the sheet slip further down her body. "If you're here to talk, try again later."

Sean was at the edge of the bed first, his hand brushing down her thigh. "No talking. Got it."

Grace reached for Kevin, pulling him closer by the waistband of his shorts. "Good."

Sean leaned down and kissed her--deep, slow, confident. His hand moved to cup her breast, thumbing over the nipple while she moaned softly into his mouth.

At the same time, Kevin sank to his knees at the foot of the bed, spreading her legs gently and kissing his way up one thigh, then the other. Grace's breath hitched.

"Oh my god..."

Sean moved to her neck, kissing along her jaw, while Kevin's mouth reached her center and his tongue flicked over her clit.

She gasped, her hands flying to both of them--one in Sean's hair, one gripping the back of Kevin's head. Kevin worked her expertly, his tongue slow and deliberate while Sean teased her nipples, sucking one into his mouth, fingers pinching the other.

Grace moaned--deep, low, needy.

When she was trembling again, Sean stood and dropped his shorts, cock already hard. He kissed her again, then shifted behind her as Kevin stood and lined up at her front.

Grace blinked in surprise. "Both?"

Kevin smirked. "Unless you'd rather not..."

"Don't stop," she whispered.

Sean slid in behind her from behind--spooning position, his hand cupping her breast as he entered her slowly, deeply. Kevin stepped in front of her, and Grace took his cock in her hand, then into her mouth, moaning as the pressure built inside her.

It was slow at first--Sean thrusting gently into her from behind while Kevin let her suck him, his fingers brushing hair from her cheek as she moaned around him.

Their rhythm built--Grace rocked between them, one cock deep in her pussy, the other in her mouth, her body humming, overwhelmed, adored.

"You feel amazing," Sean groaned in her ear.

"She's so fucking hot like this," Kevin said, hips twitching as she sucked him harder.

Grace was lost in it--lips, tongue, heat, fullness.

When Kevin got close, he pulled out and stroked himself, groaning as he came across her chest, thick streaks landing on her collarbones, her breasts, even her lips. Grace moaned, licking a drop from her lip.

Sean wasn't far behind. He gripped her hips and groaned as he filled her, his cock twitching deep inside her.

They all stayed still for a moment, breathless and dazed.

Grace finally lay back again, cum across her chest, thighs trembling, body glowing.

She smiled up at the ceiling.

"Yeah," she whispered. "That was what I needed."