Skeletons In His Closet

Colin is that smooth-talking college guy Rachel and Ashley trust. He plays the perfect ally, eyes wide with understanding. Their families would disown them if they found out, so his place is safe ground. "Use my room," he says, already turning away. Except he doesn't leave. He slides into the closet, barely breathing, waiting. The girls undress slow at first, then faster, mouths hungry. Rachel's hand finds Ashley's wetness and Ashley bites her lip hard. They fuck like they've been starving. Tongues deep, fingers slick, Ashley riding Rachel's thigh until she comes shaking. Colin watches from the dark, cock straining against his jeans. Ashley notices first. She freezes. Rachel turns, sees the shape behind the closet door. They yank it open. Colin stands there, hard and guilty, no excuses left. "I can't help it," he tells them. "Lesbians get me off. That's the only reason I offered the room." They call him a creep. They tell him to fuck off. He smiles anyway. "Tell your parents, or let me watch. Your call." They hate him. But they need the cover. So they let him stay while they finish, pushing each other around for his private show. Then he wants closer. His hands land on Rachel's hips first, steering her onto Ashley's face. They move like dolls. He fucks Rachel while she eats Ashley, then switches, using them both, dictating every thrust and moan. When he finally slides between them and they all tangle together, it's raw and ugly and exactly what he wanted from the start.