When Push Comes To Shove

Things looked good for Codey Steele, first few weeks in college. Classes clicked. Teachers liked him. Some were already floating his name for RA. Campus noticed. So when Madi Collins and Myra Moans started circling, nobody was shocked. Both girls saw an opportunity. Both wanted him. Neither wanted to share. He was setting up for the dorm party when they struck, cornering him in the half-lit room, music throbbing behind closed doors. Madi slid a hand across his chest, said she wanted first crack. Myra laughed in her face and grabbed his belt, told him she didn’t do second place. Codey kept his voice even, tried to keep it light, but words didn’t cut it against the heat coming off both of them. Within seconds they were pulling in opposite directions, each girl gripping an arm like the other might steal him if she blinked. He snapped. “Enough.” They froze, chests heaving. He looked at Madi, then Myra, then locked the door with a flick of his wrist. “Truce,” he said, low. “Here and now. Both of you or neither.” Madi’s mouth twitched. Myra licked her bottom lip. No argument left. They shoved him onto the narrow dorm bed and went to work—Myra dropping to her knees first, yanking his jeans open so her tongue could slide along the underside of his cock, slow, wet, obscene. Madi stripped fast and climbed over his face, grinding her slick pussy against his mouth while her fingers raked through his hair. Codey moaned into her, tongue pushing deep, sucking her swollen clit while his hips bucked into Myra’s throat. They switched. Madi impaled herself on his cock in one slick drop, cunt gripping him so tight he hissed. Myra straddled his chest, facing her rival, and leaned in for a filthy, competitive kiss that still tasted like him. Codey thrust upward, driving Madi’s breath out in sharp little gasps, every roll of his hips forcing another wet slap of skin. Myra broke the kiss, crawled forward, and planted her pussy on his mouth so he could eat her while Madi rode him raw. Minutes blurred. Madi came first, nails biting his shoulders, thighs shaking, inner walls fluttering around his length. He kept fucking her through it until Myra pulled her off, hungry now, and shoved herself down onto his cock next. Codey sat up, wrapped an arm around Myra’s waist, and hammered into her from below, mouth locked on Madi’s nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp and laugh. He finally flipped them both onto their backs, side by side, legs spread, and took turns driving deep—long, punishing strokes that left both girls glassy-eyed and gasping. When he felt himself edge, he pulled out, painted their tongues and tits in thick ropes while they kissed around the head of his cock, swapping his load between them. Codey leaned back against the wall, heart slamming, watching Madi lick a stray streak from the corner of Myra’s mouth. Outside, the party was only getting louder. Inside, the room smelled like sweat, sex, and victory. He grinned. Sharing really was the best policy.