A Very Open House

Rhoda bent over to fix a crooked lamp, skirt splitting down the middle. Pale cheeks spilling out above a thin black thong. She straightened up, smiling, none the wiser. Minutes later two women breezed through the door—Chrissy, sharp red bob, Gwen, ink on her knuckles—wanting the place fast. Rhoda led them room to room, completely blind to the breeze on her ass. Chrissy’s stare lingered. Gwen licked her bottom lip. Every time Rhoda leaned on a doorway or checked a lock, the split widened. Light danced across smooth skin, thong string disappearing between cleft and crease. Mirror by the staircase gave her away. Rhoda’s face flushed crimson. She tugged at the torn fabric, mortified, certain the sale was dead. Chrissy stepped closer. “Don’t sweat it. We want the house—and the realtor.” Gwen’s fingers traced the tear, slid inside, stroked warm thigh. Rhoda’s protest turned into a short, hungry gasp. They didn’t make it upstairs. Chrissy’s mouth sealed over Rhoda’s, tongue tasting gloss and quick breath. Gwen peeled the ruined skirt down, thong snapping aside. She spat on two fingers, pressed them against Rhoda’s tight hole, and pushed in. Rhoda groaned, back arched, skirt bunched at her heels. Gwen fingered her open, slow knuckle-deep thrusts, then swapped for her tongue, licking around the stretched ring before driving in again. Chrissy shed her jeans, cock thick and flushed. She lined up behind Rhoda, slick head nudging that same slick hole. One steady push and she buried herself halfway. Rhoda choked on a moan, hands braced to the banister. Gwen knelt in front, licking where cock met ass, then sucked Rhoda’s clit in rhythm. Every thrust shoved Rhoda forward into Gwen’s mouth; every retreat pulled her back onto Chrissy’s length. Sweat-slick skin slapped. Chrissy’s grip dented Rhoda’s hips. Gwen’s tongue flicked faster. Rhoda came first—tight pulses around the dick buried inside, thighs shaking. Chrissy followed, hips stuttering, flooding Rhoda’s ass. Gwen licked the spill clean, lips shiny. When they finally stepped into the kitchen light, all three were flushed, spent, still tasting one another.