Ch 6 - Where Boundaries Blur

Rachel braced herself, expecting what most men would do next. Suck her tits for another minute, then move into position behind her or slide in front -- cock at her mouth for a proper spitroast.

But Nate didn't follow the script.

As his tongue flicked expertly at her nipple, one of his hands slid down her stomach. His touch was firm but exploratory -- not hesitant, not hurried. This was new. Unexpected. And she loved every second.

His fingers found the spot just above her mound -- the one that, when pressed just right, pushed her tighter against Dave's cock from the inside.

Her body tensed and relaxed.

Goddamn. This guy was giving the best assist ever.

But he wasn't done.

Nate's hand drifted lower, finding her engorged clit. Whatever rhythm he and Dave had unconsciously synchronized became its own dance. Every flick of Nate's fingers pressed her harder into Dave's thrusts, amplifying every motion.

The surge was unstoppable. Her body bucked, back arching as the release tore through her.

A cry tore from her throat as her orgasm hit -- sharp, fast, wet. She gushed over Dave's cock and Nate's hand in a sudden, unstoppable flood.

Her arms gave out. She collapsed forward, face landing against Nate's thighs, breath ragged. Her cheek brushed against his cock, already hard and eager again.

And just like that, the script had changed again.

Nate loved the feeling of Rachel's weight resting on him. The trust. The raw surrender.

Dave's strokes slowed as she shuddered a few more times, but he never stopped. He knew how to pace her through the aftershocks -- how to guide her body from climax into the next build.

As she caught her breath, Nate reached his arms around her, fingers tracing slow, soothing paths from her ass to her shoulders. Up and down.

When his hands whisked lightly across the nape of her neck, she let out a soft, involuntary sigh. A different kind of release.

Mid-sex aftercare. He wasn't sure where he'd picked up the instinct, but it felt right.

Rachel could easily get used to this.

This was the goal.

The whole reason they opened these doors to outsiders. Not just novelty. Not just another cock in rotation.

The things not possible with just two people.

Sure, Dave could fuck her well. He could give her goosebumps with his touch.

But unless he somehow grew more hands, mouths, and dicks, there were limits.

Her body craved combinations sometimes.

Right now was one of those times.

And Nate -- whether he fully knew it or not -- was already rising to meet that need.

Rachel regained her composure and pushed back up onto her hands, settling into the classic doggy position.

This. This was her favorite.

All she wanted now was for Dave to pick up the pace -- and for Nate to keep being the sexcessory he was clearly becoming.

When she lifted back up, Nate adjusted so his head was under her stomach, lifting himself just enough to kiss her belly in a few soft, deliberate passes. A reminder he was still there. Still tuned in.

His left hand slid up to her chest, teasing her nipples.

But his right hand? It couldn't resist finding its way back between her thighs.

This time, he was more deliberate.

His fingers caressed her clit -- brushing, gliding -- syncing with Dave's thrusts.

Then he began spreading her folds gently but insistently, exposing the slick, swollen bundle he wanted full access to.

The more he spread her, the more he could feel how sensitive, how primed she was.

And with each pass, his fingers grazed Dave's shaft as it slid in and out.

Dave felt it.

The added pressure. The texture.

But it seemed incidental enough. And it felt good. So he went with it.

Rachel was lost in the feeling. The deep, grounding thrusts. The precise fingers. She didn't think about logistics. Only sensation. The overwhelming, relentless sensation.

Nate hadn't intended to touch Dave's cock.

But when it happened? He didn't mind.

If anything... it fueled him.

The taste of Rachel still lingered on his tongue, but the craving only sharpened. He wanted more. He wanted her flowing into his mouth again.

But there seemed no separating them right now.

Dave's cock. Rachel's soaked folds. The slick, heady mess of their connection.

Fuck it. He was going in.

Nate shimmied further beneath her, kissing his way down toward where they were joined.

Rachel didn't protest. She arched her back slightly, silently giving permission.

That was all he needed.

He lifted his head until his tongue found its way back to what felt like home.

Right there. Right beneath her.

Even as Dave's cock plunged deep, Nate's tongue claimed the space between them, licking her clit, tasting her around every stroke.

Rachel cried out -- wild, wrecked, overwhelmed.

Nate didn't care how close he was to Dave. He didn't care about anything except the need to keep tasting her. To make her fall apart on both of them at once.

She was gone -- impaled on Dave, melting on Nate's mouth, her body humming like it couldn't decide which overload to chase first.

And neither man gave her a moment to decide.

But Nate wasn't done.

His tongue began following the path of Dave's strokes.

At first, small licks. Curious.

Then bolder.

He traced along the stretch where Dave's shaft filled her, tasting where their bodies met, letting the slick mix of Rachel's arousal and Dave's skin become part of his rhythm.

Dave felt the change.

His pace slowed, not out of hesitation, but to allow it.

Each withdrawal left Nate a little more space. A longer lick. A deeper taste.

Rachel's head snapped up.. "Oh... fuck."

Nate wasn't just watching Dave fuck her anymore.

He was tasting it. Tasting both of them.

And he wasn't stopping.

His tongue chased the movements, until the inevitable happened -- his mouth grazed Dave's cockhead as it pulled back.

Neither man flinched.

Dave slowed further.

Nate leaned in fully.

When Dave's next withdrawal exposed more of his shaft, Nate's tongue didn't hesitate. He licked along the entire length, following the slick, tasting both of them at once.

It wasn't a mistake.

It wasn't an accident.

It was a choice.

Rachel's breath caught. She twisted to look over her shoulder, eyes wide, pupils blown.

"Holy fuck."

Dave groaned low. "This keeps getting better."

Nate doubled down. His tongue traced lower, trailing down the underside of Dave's shaft before returning to Rachel's clit. Back and forth. Feeding on the shared heat, the mix of slick and salt and raw lust.

Rachel was more than the center of attention.

She was the gravity holding them both.

Nate wasn't just pleasuring Rachel now.

He was shaping the rhythm of both their bodies.

His tongue, his hands, his hunger -- they were influencing both men, driving the connection forward.

And that realization pushed him deeper.