Nine Lovers Confess and Consummate

[A group of six guys, Jonah, Josh, Gregory, Sebastian, Dax, and Shane, are riding in a car together but because it's so small two of the guys have to sit on two of another's lap, they're talking, driving around, and decide to grab food then head to the backroads. Gregory is driving, Shane is in the passenger seat, Sebastian is sitting on Jonah's lap and Dax is on Josh's lap. Eventually they start making sex jocks and Sebastian gets a boner first. Everyone gets playful about it, pulling over and daring him to take care of it while they watch. Which is does, pulling it out and jerking off.]

The car was cramped, hot with the press of six bodies—Gregory’s hands tight on the wheel, Shane riding shotgun, and the backseat a tangle of limbs. Sebastian shifted on Jonah’s lap, the friction of denim against denim already too much. Dax sprawled across Josh, laughing as the car hit a bump and sent them all jostling closer. "Fuck, man," Sebastian muttered, adjusting his hips. Jonah smirked beneath him, grip tightening on Sebastian’s waist. "You good back there?" Shane twisted around, catching the flush creeping up Sebastian’s neck. "Someone’s enjoying the ride," Josh teased, nodding at the obvious tent in Sebastian’s jeans. Sebastian exhaled sharply, the weight of their attention making his cock twitch. Jonah’s breath was warm against his ear. "You gonna do something about that?" Gregory pulled onto a dirt road, killing the engine. The silence was thick, charged. "Bet he won’t," Dax goaded, fingers drumming Josh’s thigh. Sebastian didn’t hesitate. He unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them down just enough to free his cock. A collective groan rippled through the car as he wrapped his hand around it, already leaking. "Fuck yeah," Shane breathed, leaning closer. Sebastian stroked slow, deliberate, his hips lifting into his own grip. Jonah’s hands slid up his thighs, holding him steady. "Let’s see it."

Sebastian’s breath hitched as his fingers tightened around his cock, the slick drag of his palm drawing a low groan from his throat. The air in the car grew heavier, thick with the scent of sweat and musk. Jonah’s grip on his thighs tightened, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks. "Faster," Josh murmured, his own jeans straining as Dax shifted against him. Sebastian obeyed, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, precome glistening at the tip. Shane’s gaze was locked on him, lips parted, while Gregory watched through the rearview mirror, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Dax smirked, reaching over to flick Sebastian’s nipple through his shirt. "You gonna come for us?" Sebastian bit his lip, hips jerking erratically now. Jonah’s thumbs traced circles on the inside of his thighs, pushing his jeans lower. The rough fabric bunched under his ass, the contrast of cool air and hot skin making him shudder. "Close—" Sebastian gasped, his rhythm faltering. Jonah leaned in, teeth grazing his shoulder. "Do it." A choked moan tore from Sebastian’s throat as he came, stripes of white painting his stomach and Jonah’s jeans. The car erupted in cheers, hands clapping his back, Dax laughing as he wiped a stray drop from Sebastian’s hip. Josh exhaled sharply, adjusting himself. "Who’s next?"

The car hummed with restless energy, the scent of Sebastian’s release still hanging in the air. Dax shifted against Josh, grinding down deliberately—his own erection pressing into Josh’s thigh. "Fuck, dude," Josh groaned, hands gripping Dax’s hips. "You’re not subtle." Dax grinned, rolling his hips again. "Subtle’s boring." Gregory twisted in the driver’s seat, eyes dark. "Backseat’s getting crowded." Shane unbuckled his seatbelt with a click, turning fully to face them. "Move over." He climbed between the seats, knees pressing into Jonah’s legs as he settled in the cramped space. His fingers brushed Sebastian’s spent cock, still slick with come. "Someone’s gotta clean this up." Sebastian shuddered as Shane licked a stripe up his stomach, tongue lapping at the mess. Jonah’s grip on his thighs tightened possessively. Dax didn’t wait—he yanked Josh’s zipper down, freeing his cock with a rough tug. "My turn." He spat into his palm, stroking Josh slow and filthy, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. Gregory watched, jaw clenched, one hand dropping to his own lap. "Keep going." Shane pulled back from Sebastian’s stomach, lips glistening. He reached for Jonah’s belt. "You’re next." The car filled with the sounds of ragged breathing, skin on skin, the occasional muttered curse. Dax’s pace quickened, Josh’s hips jerking up into his fist. "Gonna—" Josh choked out. Dax leaned down, tongue flicking over the tip. "Yeah, do it." Josh came with a groan, Dax swallowing half before letting the rest spill over his fingers. Shane had Jonah’s cock out now, stroking him lazily while Sebastian watched, still catching his breath. Gregory’s voice was rough. "Who’s left?" Shane smirked. "You." The engine was still off, but the car was far from idle.

Gregory exhaled sharply, fingers flexing against the steering wheel before finally unbuttoning his jeans. The fabric strained against his cock, already thick and flushed. Shane didn’t waste time—he reached over the seat, wrapping his fingers around Gregory’s length with a firm grip. "Fuck," Gregory hissed, hips jerking into the touch. Sebastian, still sprawled across Jonah’s lap, licked his lips as he watched Shane work Gregory with slow, deliberate strokes. Dax wiped his palm lazily on Josh’s thigh, smirking when Josh shuddered. Jonah’s breath hitched as Shane’s free hand returned to him, thumb pressing against the slit of his cock. "Christ—" The car was a mess of heat and movement, skin slick with sweat and come. Shane twisted his wrist around Gregory’s shaft, thumb circling the swollen head. Gregory’s knuckles whitened, his other hand gripping Shane’s shoulder. "Not gonna last," Gregory growled. Dax laughed, low and rough. "Who does?" Shane ducked his head, tongue flicking over Gregory’s tip before taking him deep. Gregory’s groan was ragged, hips lifting off the seat. Sebastian’s fingers dug into Jonah’s thigh as he watched, cock twitching weakly against his stomach. Jonah’s thrusts grew uneven, his breath coming in short bursts. "Close—" Shane pulled off Gregory with a wet pop, stroking him fast now. "Come for me." Gregory’s back arched, release spilling over Shane’s fist in thick pulses. Jonah followed with a choked curse, spilling across Sebastian’s chest again. The car fell into heavy silence, broken only by panting breaths. Shane wiped his hand on his jeans, grinning. "Now what?" Dax stretched, cracking his neck. "Round two?" Josh groaned, but his fingers were already tracing the waistband of Dax’s jeans. Gregory turned the key in the ignition. "Drive first." The engine roared to life, but no one moved to buckle up.

[Gregory drives them their usual hangout, an old shack they fixed up a many summers ago. The guys all head inside eager to fuck and suck each other. All of them have long been in love with all the others but nobody said anything out of fear of ruining the friendship group. But now all six can't hold back anymore. They confess and consummate their shared love, milking out each others cocks]

Gregory drove with one hand on the wheel, the other still lazily palming himself through his jeans. The shack came into view—weathered wood, sagging porch, the scent of pine and old memories thick in the air. Josh was the first out, practically dragging Dax by the wrist. "Enough teasing," he muttered, shoving him against the doorframe the second they crossed the threshold. Their mouths crashed together, teeth and tongues clashing, hands already tearing at belts. Sebastian stumbled in after them, still half-dressed, Jonah’s fingers tangled in his hair. He turned, pressing their foreheads together. "Should’ve done this years ago," he breathed. Jonah’s laugh was rough. "Shut up and kiss me." Shane kicked the door shut behind them, eyes locked on Gregory, who was stripping off his shirt with slow, deliberate tugs. "No more hiding," Shane said, voice low. Gregory crossed the room in two strides, catching Shane’s jaw in his hand. "No more." The shack erupted into movement—bodies colliding, fabric tearing, gasps and groans echoing off the walls. Dax had Josh bent over the rickety table, jeans shoved down his thighs, spit-slick fingers working him open. Sebastian was on his knees between Jonah’s legs, mouth stretched around his cock, one hand reaching blindly for Shane’s belt. Gregory pulled Shane onto the moth-eaten couch, grinding against him, their cocks sliding together in a slick, frantic rhythm. "Fuck—love you," Gregory panted, the words raw, unfiltered. Shane arched beneath him, nails digging into his back. "Say it again." Jonah’s hips jerked into Sebastian’s throat, fingers tightening in his hair. "All of you—Christ—" Dax lined himself up with Josh, pushing in slow, watching him unravel. "Mine," he growled, possessive and reverent. Josh’s moan was muffled against the wood. "Yours. Always." The air was thick with sweat and confession, skin on skin, whispered *I love you*s tangled with filthy promises. Cocks were stroked, mouths devoured, bodies claimed—not a single inch of any of them left untouched, unloved. Sebastian pulled off Jonah with a wet gasp, turning to drag Shane into a messy kiss, their tongues sliding together, the taste of each other heavy on their lips. Gregory watched them all, chest heaving, heart laid bare. "Keep going," he demanded, voice wrecked. No one argued.

The rickety table groaned under Josh’s weight as Dax fucked into him, each thrust driving him harder against the wood. Josh’s fingers clawed at the surface, his moans ragged, voice cracking every time Dax bottomed out. Sebastian broke away from Shane’s mouth, panting, and crawled toward them. He licked a stripe up Josh’s spine, biting his shoulder before murmuring, *"Fuck, you take him so good."* Jonah hauled Sebastian back by the hips, pressing his cock against his ass. "You’re next," he growled, slicking his fingers and pushing two inside without warning. Sebastian gasped, arching, his cock dripping onto the floorboards. Shane twisted in Gregory’s arms, straddling him, their cocks trapped between their stomachs. He kissed him hard, teeth catching his lower lip, then pulled back just enough to rasp, *"Need you inside me."* Gregory didn’t hesitate—he flipped Shane onto his back, yanking his legs over his shoulders. The bottle of lube was tossed to him, and he poured it over his fingers, working Shane open with rough, impatient strokes. Shane’s head thrashed, his thighs trembling. "Now—*fuck*—Gregory, *now*—" Gregory lined up and shoved in, burying himself to the hilt. Shane’s shout echoed off the walls, his nails raking down Gregory’s arms. Across the room, Jonah was sinking into Sebastian, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. Sebastian’s moans were muffled against Josh’s back, his fingers digging into Dax’s thigh as Jonah pounded into him. Dax’s rhythm stuttered, his hips snapping erratically. "Gonna—*shit*—" Josh reached back, grabbing Dax’s ass, pulling him deeper. "Do it." Dax came with a groan, spilling inside him, his forehead pressed between Josh’s shoulder blades. Gregory’s thrusts turned brutal, Shane’s legs locking around his waist. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough. Shane obeyed, his back bowing off the couch as he spilled between them. Gregory followed, hips jerking, his release filling Shane with a low, satisfied growl. Jonah wasn’t far behind, his grip on Sebastian tightening as he came, his teeth sinking into his shoulder. Sebastian shuddered, untouched cock pulsing as he spilled onto the floor. The shack was silent except for their heavy breathing. Then Dax laughed, breathless. "Round three?" Gregory smirked, still buried inside Shane. "Give us five minutes."

[They cuddle and hold each other now, soft kisses; loving touches, blissed out together while all tangled]

Bodies shifted, still slick with sweat, limbs tangling as they sank into the worn cushions and creaking floorboards. The air smelled of sex and pine, warm skin pressed everywhere—no space left between them. Gregory rolled onto his side, Shane still tucked against him, his fingers tracing lazy circles over his hip. Shane sighed, tilting his head back for a kiss—slow this time, just lips brushing, unhurried. Josh stretched out on the floor, Dax’s arm slung over his waist, his lips pressed to the nape of his neck. "Still got you," Dax murmured, nuzzling into his hair. Josh hummed, threading their fingers together. Sebastian lay sprawled across Jonah’s chest, their legs intertwined, Jonah’s hand stroking absently through his hair. "Told you we should’ve done this sooner," Sebastian mumbled, grinning when Jonah pinched his thigh. Jonah kissed his temple. "Shut up and enjoy it." Shane turned in Gregory’s arms, pressing their foreheads together. "No regrets?" Gregory huffed, thumb brushing his cheekbone. "Not a fucking one." Dax shifted, pulling Josh tighter against him. "Love you," he muttered, voice rough but sure. Josh squeezed his hand. "Love you too. All of you." Sebastian lifted his head, meeting their gazes one by one. "Say it again." Jonah rolled his eyes but obliged, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "Love you, asshole." Gregory smirked, dragging Shane closer. "Love you. All of you." Shane laughed, breath warm against Gregory’s collarbone. "Yeah. Yeah, we know." The shack creaked around them, the wind rustling through the trees outside. No one moved. No one needed to. Dax’s fingers traced idle patterns over Josh’s stomach. "Five minutes up yet?" Gregory groaned, but his hand was already sliding down Shane’s back. "Close enough."

**Continued:** Shane arched into Gregory’s touch, his breath hitching as calloused fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of his ass. “Close enough?” he teased, nipping at Gregory’s jaw. “You’re impatient.” Gregory growled, rolling him onto his back. “And you’re fucking smug.” He kissed him hard, swallowing Shane’s laugh, hands mapping familiar territory—the dip of his waist, the taut muscle of his thighs

[They all swap partners or group into threes, moans echoing all around, filthy love making drowning them all in ecstasy]

Jonah’s hand slid from Sebastian’s hair, gripping his hip instead as he rolled him toward Josh. “Switch,” he murmured against Sebastian’s ear, already reaching for Dax’s wrist, pulling him closer. Sebastian didn’t hesitate—he dragged his tongue up Josh’s chest, biting lightly at his collarbone while Dax twisted to kiss Jonah, deep and messy. Moans tangled in the air, skin sliding against skin as hands roamed, greedy and unrestrained. Gregory pinned Shane beneath him, but Shane arched up, catching Jonah’s ankle, dragging him into the tangle. Jonah groaned as Shane’s mouth found his thigh, teeth scraping lightly. Dax broke the kiss, panting, and pushed Sebastian onto his back, straddling him while Josh leaned in, licking a hot stripe up Dax’s spine. Sebastian gasped, fingers digging into Dax’s hips as Jonah’s mouth closed over his nipple, sucking hard. The shack was alive with them—gasps, curses, the wet slap of skin, the creak of the floor under shifting weight. Gregory’s hand wrapped around Shane’s cock, stroking slow, just to hear him whine, while Jonah’s fingers pressed into Sebastian, relentless. No words now—just heat, hunger, the slick friction of bodies moving together, drowning in each other.

[Suddenly, three women appear in the door, Shelly, Farrah, and Lilith. They were the weird outcast women around town, had been for years, but also three of the sexiest women around. Shelly with the fattest ass. Farrah with her firm massive tits. And Lilith who had the best blowjob skills around, no gag reflex and can hold her breath for minutes at a time. They all smirked at the guys and asked to join in or be allowed to watch at least]

The door creaked open, and three pairs of eyes locked onto the tangled mess of limbs and sweat-drenched skin. Shelly leaned against the frame, her thick hips swaying as she bit her lip. Farrah’s full tits strained against her tight top, her fingers already toying with the hem. Lilith just smirked, tilting her head as she eyed the room like a feast. "Room for three more?" Shelly purred, stepping inside without waiting for an answer. Gregory groaned, his grip tightening on Shane’s cock as he glanced over. "Fuck yes." Farrah laughed, peeling off her top and letting her tits bounce free. "Good. Because we weren’t asking." Lilith dropped to her knees beside Dax, her fingers already working his zipper. "And I’ve been *dying* to taste this." She swallowed him down in one smooth motion, throat flexing as she took him deep. Sebastian arched off the bed, watching with dark amusement. "Guess we’re not stopping anytime soon." Josh grabbed Farrah’s waist, pulling her onto his lap. "Nope. Just getting started." Shelly straddled Jonah’s face, grinding down with a moan. "Better put that mouth to work, baby." The shack groaned under the added weight, the air thick with sweat, spit, and the slick sounds of bodies giving in.

Shelly rocked against Jonah’s mouth, her thighs trembling as his tongue worked her in slow, deliberate circles. She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding harder, her breath hitching. “Fuck, just like that—” Farrah gasped as Josh’s hands kneaded her tits, his thumbs circling her nipples before he bent to suck one into his mouth. She arched into him, her nails scraping down his chest. “God, you’re greedy,” she laughed, breathless, before twisting to catch Sebastian’s mouth in a messy kiss. Lilith hadn’t come up for air, her lips sealed tight around Dax’s cock as she hollowed her cheeks, her fingers digging into his thighs. Dax cursed, his hips jerking, but she didn’t flinch—just took him deeper, her throat pulsing around him. Gregory’s hand still worked Shane’s cock, but now Farrah reached back, her fingers wrapping around Gregory’s wrist. “Switch,” she demanded, guiding his grip to her own soaked cunt. Gregory groaned, obliging, his fingers sliding easily into her heat. Sebastian broke the kiss with Farrah, his teeth grazing her lower lip as he pulled away. His gaze flicked to Lilith, watching her throat constrict around Dax. “Someone’s showing off.” Lilith’s eyes gleamed as she finally pulled back, lips slick and swollen. “Just warming up.” She crawled toward Sebastian, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his thigh. “Your turn.” The shack shuddered with the rhythm of them—bodies colliding, mouths devouring, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. No one was holding back now.

Sebastian’s breath hitched as Lilith’s mouth closed over his cock, her tongue swirling around the head before she sank down, taking him to the hilt. His fingers twisted in her dark hair, hips lifting off the bed as she swallowed around him. Shelly moaned, her thighs tightening around Jonah’s head as his tongue flicked faster against her clit. “Close—*fuck*—” Her hips jerked, her nails biting into his shoulders as she came, grinding against his face with a shudder. Farrah gasped as Gregory’s fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing firm circles against her clit. “Don’t stop,” she panted, rocking against his hand. Josh leaned in, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss, his free hand tugging at her nipple until she whimpered into his lips. Dax groaned, watching Lilith’s lips stretch around Sebastian’s cock before turning his attention to Shane. He dragged him closer, their cocks sliding together in his fist, precome slicking the friction. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Shane muttered, his hips jerking into Dax’s grip. Lilith pulled off Sebastian with a wet pop, her lips glistening. “You taste even better when you’re watching her,” she murmured, nodding toward Farrah as Gregory worked her toward another climax. Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his cock twitching against his stomach. Shelly slid off Jonah’s face, her thighs still trembling. She crawled toward Dax and Shane, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precome from the tip of Shane’s cock. “My turn,” she purred, taking him deep as Dax’s hand tightened around them both. The shack was alive with the sounds of them—skin slapping, muffled moans, the wet slide of mouths and fingers and cocks. No one was untouched, no one was left wanting. The heat between them was relentless, consuming.

The guys all fuck the women, each of the three wet pussies getting two cock each. Three groups of three fucking close together they can all kiss each other during it: The women are all moaning like crazy, pussy juices gushing everywhere

Shelly gasped as Dax and Shane thrust into her at the same time, their cocks stretching her tight pussy in a slick, relentless rhythm. Her nails raked down Shane’s chest as Dax’s hands gripped her hips, driving her back onto him with every deep stroke. Beside them, Farrah whimpered between Gregory and Josh, her body pinned between their thrusts. Gregory’s thick cock filled her from behind while Josh fucked her mouth, her lips stretched around him as drool dripped down her chin. Lilith arched under Sebastian and Jonah, her legs hooked over their shoulders as they buried themselves inside her. Sebastian’s mouth crashed against Jonah’s in a sloppy kiss, their tongues tangling as their hips pistoned into Lilith’s dripping cunt. The air was thick with the sound of skin slapping, pussy juices smearing between thighs, and the chorus of moans as the women writhed between their men. Shelly’s head fell back, her lips finding Farrah’s in a desperate kiss as their bodies were rocked by the relentless fucking. Lilith’s thighs trembled, her pussy clenching around both cocks as she came with a scream, juices gushing down Sebastian’s and Jonah’s thighs. Farrah wasn’t far behind, her body convulsing as Gregory pounded her deep, his grip bruising on her hips. Shelly’s moans turned ragged, her pussy fluttering around Shane and Dax as they drove her over the edge. “Fuck—*yes*—” she sobbed, her orgasm crashing through her as they filled her completely. The shack was a mess of sweat, cum, and slick pussy, the heat between them unrelenting. No one slowed down—not when there was still so much pleasure to take.

[Orgasms ripple through the group, one of the women squirts everywhere, everyone getting a delicious taste]

Shelly’s body arched violently as Shane and Dax fucked her through her climax—then a sudden, hot gush splashed between them, soaking Shane’s thighs and dripping onto the floor. Dax groaned, dragging his tongue up her inner thigh to catch the slickness. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, lapping at her trembling skin. Farrah gasped, watching Shelly’s juices glisten in the dim light before leaning in to lick a stripe up Shane’s abs, her tongue swirling through the mess. Lilith moaned, her fingers digging into Sebastian’s shoulders as she rocked between him and Jonah, her own slickness mixing with Shelly’s as their thighs pressed together. Jonah broke their kiss, panting against Sebastian’s lips before ducking down to drag his tongue through Lilith’s dripping folds. The taste of her—sharp and sweet—flooded his mouth just as Farrah’s next orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around Gregory’s cock while Josh fucked her throat. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and salt as they moved against each other, tongues and fingers tracing slick skin, sharing every shudder and gasp. No one hesitated—lips met wet cunts, cocks slid through dripping folds, and moans vibrated against feverish skin. Shelly whimpered as Shane pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices before Dax pushed back in, filling her again with a deep, rough thrust. “More,” she begged, her voice breaking as their bodies collided. No one was done. Not even close.

[They all take turns edging each other, one at a time, teasing and deliciously torturing each other with pleasure, until finally letting the one being edged cum in an explosive messy orgasm that covers everyone. Then it's another's turn.]

Shane pulled out of Shelly with a slick pop, his cock twitching as he dragged the tip along her swollen clit, drawing a whimper from her lips. Dax held her hips steady, his fingers digging in as he slowed his thrusts to a maddening crawl. “Not yet,” he growled, watching her thighs tremble. Farrah moaned as Gregory withdrew from her dripping pussy, leaving her clenching around nothing while Josh teased her lips with the head of his cock, denying her the fullness she craved. “Please—” she gasped, but Josh just smirked, tracing her slick folds with his fingers instead. Sebastian and Jonah had Lilith pinned between them, their cocks buried deep but barely moving, their hands roaming her body with torturous slowness. She arched, desperate for friction, but they held her still, their lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Shelly’s breath hitched as Shane’s tongue replaced his cock, licking slow circles around her clit while Dax fucked her with shallow, teasing strokes. Her nails scraped the floor, her hips bucking uselessly against their restraint. “Fuck—let me—” Gregory finally gave in first, slamming back into Farrah with a brutal thrust that sent her screaming over the edge. Her juices sprayed across Josh’s chest as she came, her body convulsing wildly. He groaned, catching her slickness with his fingers before smearing it over her lips, making her taste herself as she panted. Lilith was next—Sebastian and Jonah finally pistoned into her in unison, their cocks dragging against her walls until she shattered. Her scream echoed off the walls as she squirted, drenching them both, her thighs shaking violently. Shelly couldn’t hold on any longer. The second Shane’s mouth closed around her clit, sucking hard, she exploded, her orgasm gushing out in hot pulses that coated Dax’s cock and dripped onto Shane’s chin. They didn’t stop—just shifted, hungry for the next one to break.

[One of them pulls out a camera to film a video of this for the future, to watch together and remember their first night all together as a nine person polycule. They keep going, the camera recording all of it, their moaning, panting, filthy words; delicious degradation and loving praise.]

Josh reached behind him, fumbling for his phone on the nightstand without breaking rhythm—his cock still buried deep in Farrah’s throat as she gagged around him. The second he hit record, the dim room lit up with the glow of the screen, casting shadows across sweat-slicked skin. “Fuck yeah,” Gregory groaned, angling Farrah’s hips higher as he pistoned into her dripping cunt, making sure the camera caught every obscene slap of flesh. “Let’s see how wrecked you look taking us both.” Shelly whimpered as Dax tilted her hips toward the lens, spreading her swollen folds to show Shane’s tongue working her clit in slow, filthy circles. “Look at you,” Dax growled, dragging a thumb through her slickness before smearing it over her lips. “Gonna watch this later and see how fucking desperate you were.” Lilith arched against Sebastian and Jonah, her thighs trembling as they fucked her in tandem, the camera capturing the way her breasts bounced with every thrust. “Say it,” Sebastian demanded, his voice rough as he gripped her hair. “Y-yours,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as Jonah’s fingers dug into her hips. “All of you—fuck, always yours—” The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, choked moans, and the wet, filthy noise of cunts and mouths being used. The camera didn’t miss a thing—Shelly’s juices dripping down Shane’s chin, Farrah’s tears streaking her flushed cheeks as Josh fucked her throat, the way Lilith’s body clenched around two cocks when she came again with a broken scream. “Perfect,” Josh panted, zooming in on Gregory’s cock glistening with Farrah’s cum before plunging back in. “Gonna watch this every fucking night.” No one held back—every filthy word, every shuddering climax, every loving degradation was immortalized in the dim, flickering light.

Eventually the ladies all put on a show for the guys, scissoring and eating each other out, while the guys watch stroking each other off

The men groaned in unison as the women shifted, their bodies glistening under the dim light. Shelly pulled Farrah into a deep kiss, tongues tangling as Lilith knelt behind them, her hands spreading Shelly’s thighs wide. “Fuck, look at them,” Shane muttered, his fist tightening around Dax’s cock as he stroked him in time with the rhythm of Lilith’s tongue dragging through Shelly’s folds. Farrah broke the kiss, panting, and sank down between Lilith’s legs, her mouth latching onto Lilith’s clit with a hungry moan. The camera caught every detail—Shelly’s fingers twisting in Farrah’s hair, Lilith’s hips jerking as Farrah sucked her hard, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together. Gregory’s grip on his own cock tightened, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head as he watched Farrah’s tongue flick against Lilith’s swollen flesh. “That’s it,” he growled, “take her apart.” Jonah and Sebastian stroked each other, their cocks pressed together in Sebastian’s fist, their free hands roaming over their own chests as they drank in the sight. Shelly’s back arched as Lilith’s fingers joined her tongue, fucking her deep while Farrah moaned against Lilith’s cunt, the vibrations making Lilith shudder. “God—yes—” Shelly gasped, her thighs trembling. Josh zoomed in, capturing the moment Shelly’s orgasm hit—her pussy clenching around Lilith’s fingers, her cry muffled against Farrah’s shoulder as Farrah lapped at Lilith’s dripping folds. The men’s strokes grew frantic, their groans filling the room as the women came undone together, a tangled, sweaty mess of pleasure. “Again,” Dax demanded, his voice rough. “Make them do it again.”

The women didn’t hesitate—Farrah pulled Lilith’s hips down onto her face, her tongue plunging deep as Shelly twisted to straddle Lilith’s thigh, grinding against her slick skin. The camera caught every shudder, every desperate moan as their bodies moved in feverish sync. Sebastian’s grip tightened around Jonah’s cock, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip before smearing it down the shaft. “Fuck, look at them,” he growled, his own hips jerking involuntarily. Lilith’s fingers dug into Shelly’s ass, dragging her closer as Farrah’s mouth worked her into a frenzy. Shelly’s breath hitched, her nails scraping down Lilith’s back as she came again, her pussy clenching around nothing, dripping onto Lilith’s thigh. Josh adjusted the angle, zooming in on the glistening mess between Farrah’s lips as she sucked Lilith’s clit with relentless precision. “That’s it,” he muttered, his free hand stroking himself in time with their rhythm. “Make her scream.” Lilith’s back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling as Farrah’s tongue flicked faster—then she shattered, her cry raw and broken as her orgasm ripped through her. The men groaned in unison, their hands moving faster, their cocks throbbing. Gregory’s breath came in ragged bursts, his gaze locked on Farrah’s swollen lips as she lapped up Lilith’s cum. “Switch,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want to see Shelly’s face when she comes on Lilith’s tongue.” The women shifted without hesitation, their bodies sliding against each other, sweat-slick and hungry. The camera didn’t miss a second—the way Shelly’s thighs shook as Lilith’s mouth found her, the way Farrah’s fingers circled Lilith’s clit, the obscene wet sounds filling the room. Dax’s hips bucked into Shane’s fist, his teeth gritted. “Fuck—gonna blow—” Josh grinned, angling the lens lower. “Then do it,” he panted. “Cover them.” The men didn’t hold back—thick streaks of cum splashed across the women’s intertwined bodies, their moans mingling with the wet, filthy sounds of Lilith’s tongue driving Shelly over the edge one last time. The camera kept rolling.

[All six cocks twitch in unison, the men throw their heads back in overwhelming ecstasy as they orgasm, shooting out cum all over the women who welcome the hot seed as they cum too]

The room erupted in a chorus of groans—deep, guttural, and unrestrained—as the men came hard, their cocks pulsing in unison. Thick ropes of cum splashed across the women’s glistening skin, streaking Shelly’s heaving breasts, painting Farrah’s flushed stomach, dripping down Lilith’s trembling thighs. The women didn’t flinch. Farrah arched into the hot spill with a moan, her fingers still working Lilith’s clit as Shelly ground against Lilith’s mouth, her orgasm crashing through her in ragged waves. “Fuck—yes—” Shelly gasped, her hips jerking as Lilith’s tongue lapped up every drop of her arousal, mixing with the men’s cum slicking her skin. Josh kept filming, his own cock twitching as he captured the mess—the way Shane’s release dripped from Farrah’s collarbone, how Gregory’s load pooled in the dip of Shelly’s navel before Lilith dragged her tongue through it, licking it clean with a hungry hum. Dax shuddered, his cock still spurting weakly as Sebastian’s hand milked the last drops from Jonah’s shaft, smearing them over Farrah’s parted lips. She sucked his fingers clean without hesitation, her tongue swirling around each digit as the men watched, breathless. “Again,” Gregory growled, his cock already stiffening anew. Lilith laughed, low and throaty, before pulling Shelly down onto her face, her tongue plunging deep as Farrah straddled Gregory’s lap, guiding his hardening length back inside her with a satisfied sigh. The camera rolled on.

[All nine bodies tangled in a pile, grinding, moaning, taking, giving. The camera films the final crescendo of this magnificent orgy, as finally they all reach the biggest orgasm of the night all cumming at once and blacking out in each other's arms.]

The room became a blur of slick skin, tangled limbs, and desperate moans. Bodies pressed together, shifting and writhing—Farrah riding Gregory’s cock with slow, deep rolls of her hips while Lilith’s tongue worked Shelly into another trembling climax. Sebastian’s hands gripped Jonah’s waist, thrusting into him with rough, uneven strokes as Dax and Shane rutted against each other, their cocks sliding together in a sticky, frantic rhythm. Josh kept the camera steady, capturing every shudder, every gasp as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The air was thick with sweat and sex, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet mouths, and ragged breaths drowning out everything else. Then—release. Shelly’s scream tore through the room as Lilith’s fingers curled inside her, her body convulsing. Farrah came with a choked sob, her pussy clenching around Gregory’s cock as he groaned, his hips jerking erratically. Sebastian’s grip tightened on Jonah’s hips as he spilled inside him, Dax and Shane following seconds later, their cum streaking across each other’s stomachs. The orgasm hit them all at once—a wave of pleasure so intense it stole their breath, their vision whiting out as their bodies locked together in ecstasy. The camera caught it all—the way their muscles tensed, their mouths fell open in silent cries, the way they collapsed into each other, spent and trembling. Limbs tangled, chests heaving, they lay in a sweaty, sticky heap, too wrecked to move. Josh finally lowered the camera, his own release dripping down his thigh as he watched them drift into exhausted, sated oblivion. The screen faded to black.