Everybody's Dream

Dreams twist in the dark. Katie and Sally chase one they can both taste. They want each other first, all heat and slick skin, then they want a third body to push them further. Richard steps in to finish what their fingers and mouths started. They go after it. Fingers slip between thighs, mouths find hard nipples, tongues work tight, wet folds until their pussies drip onto the sheets. Their breath comes ragged. One moan answers another. They grind against palms, against thighs, chasing more friction, more give, until every inch below the waist is soaked and swollen. Door opens. Dick walks through. Both girls look up, eyes half-lidded, lips shiny. Katie pulls him in by the belt, Sally already unfastening him. Two tongues fight over the head of his cock; spit runs down the shaft. He throbs between their mouths while they trade slow licks and sudden sucks, hands cupping his balls, stroking what their tongues can’t reach. He pushes them back, spreads their legs, kneels between soaked thighs. First one glistening cunt, then the other. His tongue drags through slick folds, circles swollen clits, sucks until hips buck. They clutch at the sheets, at each other’s wrists, catching breath between cries. Only when they’re both shaking does he line up and drive in, giving them the final stretch they’ve been waiting for.