SPRING AWAKENING AT THE MI EVENT CENTER AND THE MSS TEMPTATION
by RILAYAWRITERabout 1 hour ago
•long read•intense intensityThe air inside the MI Warehouse Event Center tasted like sweat, spilled hard cider, and the electric hum of five thousand people all trying to get laid at once. Spring Is Sprung had exploded across the cavernous space in a riot of pastel bunting, mirrored disco balls, and strategically placed misting stations that made everyone’s skin glisten. Clothing was optional, which meant about half the crowd had taken the option and run with it—bare breasts bounced under pink and lavender lights, cocks swung freely between thighs, and the constant wet slap of bodies colliding echoed off the corrugated steel walls.
Riley stood near the VIP BOARDING Entrance, her brunette hair already curling from the humidity, brown eyes scanning the chaos with the satisfied expression of a woman who had planned every horny detail. Her 34C breasts sat high in a sheer lavender halter that did absolutely nothing to hide her nipples, which had been hard since she’d walked through the door. Beside her, Maya blond, short, and vibrating with the same manic energy that had fueled their entire relationship—adjusted the strap of her own barely-there top.
“Five thousand people, babe,” Maya said, blue eyes wide with glee. “Five thousand horny motherfuckers in one warehouse. We did this.” “We did,” Riley agreed, slipping an arm around Maya’s waist and pulling her close. “And five hundred more on the ship waiting for the real party.”
The MSS Temptation sat docked just beyond the warehouse’s rear loading doors, its six decks glowing with violet and gold lights. The VIP events aboard was invite-only, clothing-optional in the extreme, and featured what the promotional materials had coyly called “interactive sensual games.” Riley and Maya had spent six months planning both events, along with Aubrey, Cory, Farkle, Isadora, Red, and Topanga. The thrill of seeing it all come together made Riley’s pussy clench with anticipation.
A tall blond figure cut through the crowd toward them. Aubrey, all legs and green eyes and a 35C chest barely contained in a white mesh bodysuit, waved a tablet like a conductor’s baton. “Rehearsal paid off,” Aubrey said, breathless. “The play tents are at capacity. The BDSM demo stage has a line around the deck. And Red says the ship’s main salon is already fogged up from all the action.”
“Speaking of Red,” Maya said, craning her neck.
Red appeared from behind a velvet curtain, her red hair a wild mane around her shoulders, blue eyes sharp with mischief. At thirty-five, she was the only one who’d been out as a lesbian since before Riley had even understood what a clit was for. Her 36C breasts were completely bare, nipples painted with glitter, and she wore only a tiny black leather skirt that barely covered her ass.
“Ladies,” Red said, grinning. “The ship is ready. I’ve got five hundred VIPs aboard, the lube fountains are flowing, and there’s a woman in the starboard lounge who’s already squirted on three different people.” “That’s the energy we want,” Riley said, laughing. Maya grabbed Riley’s hand. “Let’s go. I didn’t spend three hours picking out your outfit so you could stand on deck all day.”
The walk through the ship took them through a gauntlet of naked bodies and groping hands—all consensual, all enthusiastic. Riley felt fingers brush her ass, a palm cup her breast, a mouth press briefly against her neck. Maya laughed and swatted a wandering hand away from her own crotch, but her eyes were dark with arousal.
Aboard the MSS Temptation, the air was thick with the smell of sex—sweat and pussy and the faint chemical sweetness of flavored lube. The main salon had been transformed into a playground: padded benches along the walls, silk ropes hanging from the ceiling, a small stage where two women were currently demonstrating a sixty-nine with the kind of theatrical enthusiasm that made Riley’s thighs clench.
“Penthouse?” Maya asked, her voice low. Riley shook her head. “Not yet. I want to enjoy this first.” They found a spot near the bar, where a topless bartender poured them champagne into glasses shaped like erect cocks. Riley sipped hers and watched the room. Everywhere she looked, bodies were tangled together—fingers in pussies, mouths on nipples, cocks sliding between slick thighs. A woman with short purple hair was bent over a padded bench while another woman fucked her with a strap-on, their rhythm steady and loud.
Maya pressed against Riley’s side, her hand sliding down to cup Riley’s ass through the sheer fabric of her skirt. “You’re wet already,” Maya murmured, fingers finding the damp heat between Riley’s legs. “I can feel it through your panties.” “I’ve been wet since we walked into the warehouse,” Riley admitted.
Aubrey appeared beside them, her mesh bodysuit now completely transparent from the misting stations. Her nipples were dark pink and tight, and there was a visible wet patch between her legs. “The strip Blackjack Club just opened,” she said. “Red’s dealing. She’s already made three people lose their underwear.” “Let’s go,” Maya said, tugging Riley toward the gaming area.
The strip Blackjack Club table was a semicircle of plush stools around a felt-covered table. Red stood behind it, her bare breasts swaying as she shuffled cards with practiced ease. Four men and Three women sat at the table, all of them missing various articles of clothing.
“Sit down, lovebirds,” Red said, grinning. “House rules: lose a hand, lose a piece. Win a hand, choose someone to remove a piece. Blackjack gets you a free grope of your choice.” Riley and Maya exchanged a look. This was exactly the kind of game they’d designed together, and they knew every angle.
The first hand went to Maya. She pointed at the woman across the table—a curvy brunette with impressive tits—and said, “Lose the bra.” The woman complied, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her breasts were heavy, nipples dark and already hard. Riley felt a pulse of heat between her legs.
The next hand, Riley lost. She slid her halter off over her head, letting her 34C breasts bounce free. The cool air from the ship’s ventilation system hit her nipples and made them tighten painfully. Maya licked her lips. “Fuck, I love watching you strip,” Maya whispered. “Then win the next hand,” Riley said. Maya did. She looked at Riley with a wicked smile. “Lose the skirt.”
Riley stood, shimmied the sheer lavender skirt down her hips, and stepped out of it. She was now wearing only a tiny pair of white lace panties that were so wet they were practically transparent. The table erupted in appreciative murmurs. “Goddamn,” Red said, fanning herself with the deck. “You two are going to cause a riot.”
The game continued. Aubrey joined, losing her bodysuit entirely and sitting naked on her stool with her legs spread just enough to show the glistening pink of her pussy. Red dealt with one hand while her other hand drifted under her leather skirt, fingers working lazily at her own clit.
Riley lost another hand. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slowly, bending at the waist to give everyone a clear view of her ass. When she straightened, her pussy was bare—neatly trimmed, lips already swollen and parted, slick with arousal.
“Fuck,” the man at the end of the table breathed. “Eyes on your cards,” Red said, but she was staring too. Maya won the next hand and chose Riley. “Spread your legs,” she said, voice thick. Riley sat back on her stool and let her knees fall open. The whole table could see her now—the wet pink folds, the hard bud of her clit peeking out, the way her inner thighs glistened. Maya reached over and ran two fingers through Riley’s slit, collecting moisture, then brought them to her own mouth and sucked them clean.
“Jesus Christ,” Aubrey whispered. The game dissolved after that. The man and woman at the table were too distracted to play, and Red declared the house was closing early so she could “take care of some personal business.” Riley and Maya left the table with Aubrey trailing behind them, all three of them naked and buzzing with arousal.
They wandered through the ship, past the play tents where couples and groups were fucking on padded mats, past the BDSM demo stage where a woman was being tied to a St. Andrew’s cross, past a small room where a group of five were engaged in a writhing pile of limbs and mouths. Riley felt hands on her constantly—Maya’s fingers tracing her spine, Aubrey’s palm on her hip, a stranger’s mouth briefly on her shoulder as they passed.
“Penthouse,” Riley said finally. “Now.” The penthouse suite aboard the MSS Temptation was a sprawling space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor, a king-sized bed draped in silk, and a sunken jacuzzi that bubbled with lavender-scented water. Riley had chosen it specifically for events like this.
The three of them tumbled through the door, and Maya immediately pushed Riley against the wall, her mouth finding Riley’s in a hungry kiss. Riley moaned into it, her hands fisting in Maya’s short blond hair. Aubrey pressed against Riley’s back, her bare breasts warm against Riley’s shoulder blades, her hands sliding around to cup Riley’s tits.
“We’ve been waiting all day,” Maya murmured against Riley’s lips. “Watching you strip at that table, seeing everyone stare at your pussy…” “You loved it,” Riley gasped Aubrey’s fingers found her nipples and twisted. “I fucking loved it,” Maya agreed. She dropped to her knees, pulling Riley’s legs apart, and pressed her mouth against Riley’s cunt.
Riley’s head fell back against Aubrey’s shoulder. Maya’s tongue was relentless—flat and broad at first, then pointed and probing, flicking at Riley’s clit before plunging inside her. Aubrey’s hands worked Riley’s breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, while her teeth scraped along the curve of Riley’s neck.
“Fuck, Maya, yes,” Riley moaned. “Don’t stop.” Maya didn’t stop. She ate Riley’s pussy like she was starving, her tongue lapping at the slick folds, her fingers joining in to spread Riley open wider. Two fingers slid inside, curling upward to find that rough patch of nerves, and Riley’s knees buckled.
Aubrey caught her, holding her upright while Maya fucked her with tongue and fingers. The room filled with wet sounds—Maya’s mouth working, Riley’s moans, the soft hum of the jacuzzi. Outside the windows, the harbor lights began to blur into streaks of gold and violet. “I’m close,” Riley gasped. “Maya, I’m so close.” Maya pulled back just enough to look up at her, face glistening with Riley’s juices. “Not yet,” she said. “Aubrey, get on the bed. Riley, I want you to sit on Aubrey’s face while I fuck you from behind.”
The arrangement took a moment to coordinate, but soon Riley was straddling Aubrey’s face, her pussy pressed against Aubrey’s eager mouth, while Maya knelt behind her with a strap-on already buckled around her hips. The silicone cock was thick and curved, and Riley felt a thrill of anticipation as Maya lubed it up. “Ready?” Maya asked. “Fuck me,” Riley said.
Maya pushed inside slowly, the strap-on stretching Riley’s pussy while Aubrey’s tongue worked her clit from below. The sensation was overwhelming—full and tight and wet, with Aubrey’s lips and tongue fluttering against her most sensitive spot. Riley braced her hands on the headboard and let herself be taken.
Maya found a rhythm, her hips slapping against Riley’s ass with each thrust. Aubrey’s hands gripped Riley’s thighs, pulling her down harder onto her face. Riley could feel herself building toward orgasm, the pressure coiling low in her belly. “Harder,” she begged. “Maya, please, harder.”
Maya obliged, slamming into her with enough force to make the bed shake. Aubrey’s tongue flicked faster, and Riley felt her own juices running down her thighs, mixing with Aubrey’s saliva. The room smelled like sex and lavender and sweat. “I’m going to come,” Riley gasped. “Fuck, I’m going to come all over Aubrey’s face.” “Do it,” Maya growled. “Come for us.”
Riley shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and bright, her pussy clamping down on the strap-on while her clit throbbed against Aubrey’s tongue. She screamed—a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the penthouse walls—and her whole body convulsed. Aubrey moaned beneath her, lapping up every drop.
Maya pulled out slowly, and Riley collapsed onto the bed beside Aubrey, panting. Her legs were shaking, her skin flushed, her mind blissfully empty. “That was just round one,” Maya said, unbuckling the strap-on and tossing it aside. “Aubrey, I believe you owe me some attention.” Aubrey grinned, her face shiny with Riley’s juices. “I thought you’d never ask.”
What followed was a blur of mouths and fingers and tangled limbs. Riley watched through half-lidded eyes as Maya lay back on the bed and Aubrey settled between her legs, her blond head moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Maya’s moans filled the room, her fingers tangled in Aubrey’s hair, her hips rolling against Aubrey’s face.
Riley recovered enough to join them, crawling over to kiss Maya deeply while Aubrey ate her out. She tasted herself on Maya’s lips, and the sensation made her pussy clench with renewed arousal. Her hand found Maya’s breast, thumb circling the nipple, and Maya gasped into the kiss.
Aubrey’s fingers found Riley’s pussy again, sliding inside with ease. Riley moaned and pushed back against the intrusion, riding Aubrey’s hand while she kissed Maya. The three of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and heat and desperate need. Maya came first, her back arching off the bed as she cried out. Aubrey kept going, relentless, until Maya was shaking and pushing at her head. Then Aubrey climbed up Maya’s body, positioning her pussy over Maya’s mouth, and Maya eagerly returned the favor.
Riley watched them—her wife and their friend, locked in a sixty-nine that was both tender and filthy—and felt a surge of love and lust so powerful it made her chest ache. She reached down and began to touch herself, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit.
“Riley,” Maya gasped, pulling her mouth away from Aubrey’s pussy for just a moment. “Come here. I want to taste you while Aubrey fucks you.” Aubrey looked up, green eyes dark. “I’ve got the strap-on,” she said. “If you want it.”
Riley nodded, and the next few minutes were a flurry of repositioning. Soon Riley was on her hands and knees over Maya’s face, Maya’s tongue lapping at her clit, while Aubrey knelt behind her with the strap-on. This time, when Aubrey pushed inside, Riley was already so wet and open that the silicone slid in to the hilt. “Fuck,” Riley moaned. “Oh fuck, that’s deep.”
Aubrey fucked her hard and fast, her hips slapping against Riley’s ass. Maya’s tongue worked Riley’s clit, her fingers digging into Riley’s thighs. Riley felt the orgasm building again, different this time—deeper, more intense, radiating through her entire body. “I’m going to squirt,” she warned. “Maya, I’m going to squirt on your face.” “Do it,” Maya said, her voice muffled against Riley’s pussy. “Fucking soak me.”
Aubrey reached around and pressed two fingers against Riley’s asshole, not penetrating, just applying pressure. The sensation tipped Riley over the edge. She screamed, her whole body convulsing, and a gush of liquid erupted from her pussy, splashing across Maya’s face and chest. Maya laughed, delighted, and kept licking. Aubrey kept fucking, drawing out Riley’s orgasm until she collapsed, completely spent, onto the bed.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The only sounds were heavy breathing and the soft bubble of the jacuzzi. Then Maya sat up, wiping her face with the back of her hand, and grinned. “Well,” she said, “I’d say Spring Is Sprung is officially a success.” Riley laughed weakly. “We haven’t even checked on the other four hundred ninety-seven who have paid $5000 each. Which is $20,485,000 and 5,000 who have paid $500 each. Which is $2,500,000 which totals $22,985,000!
Riley stood near the VIP BOARDING Entrance, her brunette hair already curling from the humidity, brown eyes scanning the chaos with the satisfied expression of a woman who had planned every horny detail. Her 34C breasts sat high in a sheer lavender halter that did absolutely nothing to hide her nipples, which had been hard since she’d walked through the door. Beside her, Maya blond, short, and vibrating with the same manic energy that had fueled their entire relationship—adjusted the strap of her own barely-there top.
“Five thousand people, babe,” Maya said, blue eyes wide with glee. “Five thousand horny motherfuckers in one warehouse. We did this.” “We did,” Riley agreed, slipping an arm around Maya’s waist and pulling her close. “And five hundred more on the ship waiting for the real party.”
The MSS Temptation sat docked just beyond the warehouse’s rear loading doors, its six decks glowing with violet and gold lights. The VIP events aboard was invite-only, clothing-optional in the extreme, and featured what the promotional materials had coyly called “interactive sensual games.” Riley and Maya had spent six months planning both events, along with Aubrey, Cory, Farkle, Isadora, Red, and Topanga. The thrill of seeing it all come together made Riley’s pussy clench with anticipation.
A tall blond figure cut through the crowd toward them. Aubrey, all legs and green eyes and a 35C chest barely contained in a white mesh bodysuit, waved a tablet like a conductor’s baton. “Rehearsal paid off,” Aubrey said, breathless. “The play tents are at capacity. The BDSM demo stage has a line around the deck. And Red says the ship’s main salon is already fogged up from all the action.”
“Speaking of Red,” Maya said, craning her neck.
Red appeared from behind a velvet curtain, her red hair a wild mane around her shoulders, blue eyes sharp with mischief. At thirty-five, she was the only one who’d been out as a lesbian since before Riley had even understood what a clit was for. Her 36C breasts were completely bare, nipples painted with glitter, and she wore only a tiny black leather skirt that barely covered her ass.
“Ladies,” Red said, grinning. “The ship is ready. I’ve got five hundred VIPs aboard, the lube fountains are flowing, and there’s a woman in the starboard lounge who’s already squirted on three different people.” “That’s the energy we want,” Riley said, laughing. Maya grabbed Riley’s hand. “Let’s go. I didn’t spend three hours picking out your outfit so you could stand on deck all day.”
The walk through the ship took them through a gauntlet of naked bodies and groping hands—all consensual, all enthusiastic. Riley felt fingers brush her ass, a palm cup her breast, a mouth press briefly against her neck. Maya laughed and swatted a wandering hand away from her own crotch, but her eyes were dark with arousal.
Aboard the MSS Temptation, the air was thick with the smell of sex—sweat and pussy and the faint chemical sweetness of flavored lube. The main salon had been transformed into a playground: padded benches along the walls, silk ropes hanging from the ceiling, a small stage where two women were currently demonstrating a sixty-nine with the kind of theatrical enthusiasm that made Riley’s thighs clench.
“Penthouse?” Maya asked, her voice low. Riley shook her head. “Not yet. I want to enjoy this first.” They found a spot near the bar, where a topless bartender poured them champagne into glasses shaped like erect cocks. Riley sipped hers and watched the room. Everywhere she looked, bodies were tangled together—fingers in pussies, mouths on nipples, cocks sliding between slick thighs. A woman with short purple hair was bent over a padded bench while another woman fucked her with a strap-on, their rhythm steady and loud.
Maya pressed against Riley’s side, her hand sliding down to cup Riley’s ass through the sheer fabric of her skirt. “You’re wet already,” Maya murmured, fingers finding the damp heat between Riley’s legs. “I can feel it through your panties.” “I’ve been wet since we walked into the warehouse,” Riley admitted.
Aubrey appeared beside them, her mesh bodysuit now completely transparent from the misting stations. Her nipples were dark pink and tight, and there was a visible wet patch between her legs. “The strip Blackjack Club just opened,” she said. “Red’s dealing. She’s already made three people lose their underwear.” “Let’s go,” Maya said, tugging Riley toward the gaming area.
The strip Blackjack Club table was a semicircle of plush stools around a felt-covered table. Red stood behind it, her bare breasts swaying as she shuffled cards with practiced ease. Four men and Three women sat at the table, all of them missing various articles of clothing.
“Sit down, lovebirds,” Red said, grinning. “House rules: lose a hand, lose a piece. Win a hand, choose someone to remove a piece. Blackjack gets you a free grope of your choice.” Riley and Maya exchanged a look. This was exactly the kind of game they’d designed together, and they knew every angle.
The first hand went to Maya. She pointed at the woman across the table—a curvy brunette with impressive tits—and said, “Lose the bra.” The woman complied, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her breasts were heavy, nipples dark and already hard. Riley felt a pulse of heat between her legs.
The next hand, Riley lost. She slid her halter off over her head, letting her 34C breasts bounce free. The cool air from the ship’s ventilation system hit her nipples and made them tighten painfully. Maya licked her lips. “Fuck, I love watching you strip,” Maya whispered. “Then win the next hand,” Riley said. Maya did. She looked at Riley with a wicked smile. “Lose the skirt.”
Riley stood, shimmied the sheer lavender skirt down her hips, and stepped out of it. She was now wearing only a tiny pair of white lace panties that were so wet they were practically transparent. The table erupted in appreciative murmurs. “Goddamn,” Red said, fanning herself with the deck. “You two are going to cause a riot.”
The game continued. Aubrey joined, losing her bodysuit entirely and sitting naked on her stool with her legs spread just enough to show the glistening pink of her pussy. Red dealt with one hand while her other hand drifted under her leather skirt, fingers working lazily at her own clit.
Riley lost another hand. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slowly, bending at the waist to give everyone a clear view of her ass. When she straightened, her pussy was bare—neatly trimmed, lips already swollen and parted, slick with arousal.
“Fuck,” the man at the end of the table breathed. “Eyes on your cards,” Red said, but she was staring too. Maya won the next hand and chose Riley. “Spread your legs,” she said, voice thick. Riley sat back on her stool and let her knees fall open. The whole table could see her now—the wet pink folds, the hard bud of her clit peeking out, the way her inner thighs glistened. Maya reached over and ran two fingers through Riley’s slit, collecting moisture, then brought them to her own mouth and sucked them clean.
“Jesus Christ,” Aubrey whispered. The game dissolved after that. The man and woman at the table were too distracted to play, and Red declared the house was closing early so she could “take care of some personal business.” Riley and Maya left the table with Aubrey trailing behind them, all three of them naked and buzzing with arousal.
They wandered through the ship, past the play tents where couples and groups were fucking on padded mats, past the BDSM demo stage where a woman was being tied to a St. Andrew’s cross, past a small room where a group of five were engaged in a writhing pile of limbs and mouths. Riley felt hands on her constantly—Maya’s fingers tracing her spine, Aubrey’s palm on her hip, a stranger’s mouth briefly on her shoulder as they passed.
“Penthouse,” Riley said finally. “Now.” The penthouse suite aboard the MSS Temptation was a sprawling space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor, a king-sized bed draped in silk, and a sunken jacuzzi that bubbled with lavender-scented water. Riley had chosen it specifically for events like this.
The three of them tumbled through the door, and Maya immediately pushed Riley against the wall, her mouth finding Riley’s in a hungry kiss. Riley moaned into it, her hands fisting in Maya’s short blond hair. Aubrey pressed against Riley’s back, her bare breasts warm against Riley’s shoulder blades, her hands sliding around to cup Riley’s tits.
“We’ve been waiting all day,” Maya murmured against Riley’s lips. “Watching you strip at that table, seeing everyone stare at your pussy…” “You loved it,” Riley gasped Aubrey’s fingers found her nipples and twisted. “I fucking loved it,” Maya agreed. She dropped to her knees, pulling Riley’s legs apart, and pressed her mouth against Riley’s cunt.
Riley’s head fell back against Aubrey’s shoulder. Maya’s tongue was relentless—flat and broad at first, then pointed and probing, flicking at Riley’s clit before plunging inside her. Aubrey’s hands worked Riley’s breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, while her teeth scraped along the curve of Riley’s neck.
“Fuck, Maya, yes,” Riley moaned. “Don’t stop.” Maya didn’t stop. She ate Riley’s pussy like she was starving, her tongue lapping at the slick folds, her fingers joining in to spread Riley open wider. Two fingers slid inside, curling upward to find that rough patch of nerves, and Riley’s knees buckled.
Aubrey caught her, holding her upright while Maya fucked her with tongue and fingers. The room filled with wet sounds—Maya’s mouth working, Riley’s moans, the soft hum of the jacuzzi. Outside the windows, the harbor lights began to blur into streaks of gold and violet. “I’m close,” Riley gasped. “Maya, I’m so close.” Maya pulled back just enough to look up at her, face glistening with Riley’s juices. “Not yet,” she said. “Aubrey, get on the bed. Riley, I want you to sit on Aubrey’s face while I fuck you from behind.”
The arrangement took a moment to coordinate, but soon Riley was straddling Aubrey’s face, her pussy pressed against Aubrey’s eager mouth, while Maya knelt behind her with a strap-on already buckled around her hips. The silicone cock was thick and curved, and Riley felt a thrill of anticipation as Maya lubed it up. “Ready?” Maya asked. “Fuck me,” Riley said.
Maya pushed inside slowly, the strap-on stretching Riley’s pussy while Aubrey’s tongue worked her clit from below. The sensation was overwhelming—full and tight and wet, with Aubrey’s lips and tongue fluttering against her most sensitive spot. Riley braced her hands on the headboard and let herself be taken.
Maya found a rhythm, her hips slapping against Riley’s ass with each thrust. Aubrey’s hands gripped Riley’s thighs, pulling her down harder onto her face. Riley could feel herself building toward orgasm, the pressure coiling low in her belly. “Harder,” she begged. “Maya, please, harder.”
Maya obliged, slamming into her with enough force to make the bed shake. Aubrey’s tongue flicked faster, and Riley felt her own juices running down her thighs, mixing with Aubrey’s saliva. The room smelled like sex and lavender and sweat. “I’m going to come,” Riley gasped. “Fuck, I’m going to come all over Aubrey’s face.” “Do it,” Maya growled. “Come for us.”
Riley shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and bright, her pussy clamping down on the strap-on while her clit throbbed against Aubrey’s tongue. She screamed—a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the penthouse walls—and her whole body convulsed. Aubrey moaned beneath her, lapping up every drop.
Maya pulled out slowly, and Riley collapsed onto the bed beside Aubrey, panting. Her legs were shaking, her skin flushed, her mind blissfully empty. “That was just round one,” Maya said, unbuckling the strap-on and tossing it aside. “Aubrey, I believe you owe me some attention.” Aubrey grinned, her face shiny with Riley’s juices. “I thought you’d never ask.”
What followed was a blur of mouths and fingers and tangled limbs. Riley watched through half-lidded eyes as Maya lay back on the bed and Aubrey settled between her legs, her blond head moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Maya’s moans filled the room, her fingers tangled in Aubrey’s hair, her hips rolling against Aubrey’s face.
Riley recovered enough to join them, crawling over to kiss Maya deeply while Aubrey ate her out. She tasted herself on Maya’s lips, and the sensation made her pussy clench with renewed arousal. Her hand found Maya’s breast, thumb circling the nipple, and Maya gasped into the kiss.
Aubrey’s fingers found Riley’s pussy again, sliding inside with ease. Riley moaned and pushed back against the intrusion, riding Aubrey’s hand while she kissed Maya. The three of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and heat and desperate need. Maya came first, her back arching off the bed as she cried out. Aubrey kept going, relentless, until Maya was shaking and pushing at her head. Then Aubrey climbed up Maya’s body, positioning her pussy over Maya’s mouth, and Maya eagerly returned the favor.
Riley watched them—her wife and their friend, locked in a sixty-nine that was both tender and filthy—and felt a surge of love and lust so powerful it made her chest ache. She reached down and began to touch herself, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit.
“Riley,” Maya gasped, pulling her mouth away from Aubrey’s pussy for just a moment. “Come here. I want to taste you while Aubrey fucks you.” Aubrey looked up, green eyes dark. “I’ve got the strap-on,” she said. “If you want it.”
Riley nodded, and the next few minutes were a flurry of repositioning. Soon Riley was on her hands and knees over Maya’s face, Maya’s tongue lapping at her clit, while Aubrey knelt behind her with the strap-on. This time, when Aubrey pushed inside, Riley was already so wet and open that the silicone slid in to the hilt. “Fuck,” Riley moaned. “Oh fuck, that’s deep.”
Aubrey fucked her hard and fast, her hips slapping against Riley’s ass. Maya’s tongue worked Riley’s clit, her fingers digging into Riley’s thighs. Riley felt the orgasm building again, different this time—deeper, more intense, radiating through her entire body. “I’m going to squirt,” she warned. “Maya, I’m going to squirt on your face.” “Do it,” Maya said, her voice muffled against Riley’s pussy. “Fucking soak me.”
Aubrey reached around and pressed two fingers against Riley’s asshole, not penetrating, just applying pressure. The sensation tipped Riley over the edge. She screamed, her whole body convulsing, and a gush of liquid erupted from her pussy, splashing across Maya’s face and chest. Maya laughed, delighted, and kept licking. Aubrey kept fucking, drawing out Riley’s orgasm until she collapsed, completely spent, onto the bed.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The only sounds were heavy breathing and the soft bubble of the jacuzzi. Then Maya sat up, wiping her face with the back of her hand, and grinned. “Well,” she said, “I’d say Spring Is Sprung is officially a success.” Riley laughed weakly. “We haven’t even checked on the other four hundred ninety-seven who have paid $5000 each. Which is $20,485,000 and 5,000 who have paid $500 each. Which is $2,500,000 which totals $22,985,000!