OnlyFans Girl Ch. 653-658

This post marks 22k/20k for backlogged OFG content, and also the end of Act 1 of OFG!

Chapter 653

“So how many ‘I’m the Bossman now’ jokes did you make?” Gemma asked.

You groaned, and Sabrina gasped and slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “How the fuck did we not make that joke!?” she scoffed. “Jesus, we might need to refilm the entire thing.”

The girls had wound down their little oral-fest once Tasha and Becks had both had another orgasm, disentangling from each other. That had given you the chance to reconnect a little more intimately with Tasha for a moment as she sat on your lap and kissed you tenderly, looking for a bit of an emotional element to the sex you’d just had. Sabrina and Becks had given you your moment, heading into the bedroom and eventually returning carrying a couple of sex toys each for what was to come next.

Also, Sabrina had gotten naked, though how she’d managed to be the last one to strip down, you couldn’t fathom.

It was late enough that Gemma would be awake way over on the opposite side of the world, so the four of you paused the proceedings a moment longer to give her a call. She’d been more than happy to take it, and laughed at the state of undress you all were in, before checking in with Tasha about how she’d felt filming herself having sex.

“Oh no,” Tasha said, following up on Sabrina’s declaration. “I don’t know if I can handle another fucking like that. How could I possibly manage such a hardship?”

“That’s fine, I’ll take your place,” Becks smirked at her not-girlfriend’s sarcasm.

“To be fair, I feel like I could have pushed the storyline a bit more instead of you guys doing most of the talking,” you said. “Do a bit more to activate the whole thing, instead of taking a bit more of a back seat.”

“Mmm, maybe,” Sabrina said, chewing on the inside corner of her lip. “But, I mean, the audience is mostly guys, and they prefer me dirty-talking over you dirty-talking. You’ve got your fans, obviously, but most of the time they want a girl voice, not a dude.”

“Fair,” you shrugged.

“So what’s up tonight- or, today I guess, for you, Gemma?” Becks asked, and you turned the phone to focus the camera on the dark-haired woman.

“Just need to handle a couple of things in the city today,” Gemma said. “Getting ready for my spring internship here to start - and yeah, I know it’s weird that my spring is just starting, get over it. Then tonight I’m meeting up with my cousin Birdy and a few of our friends for a barbie on the beach.”

“That sounds amazing,” you sighed, remembering your beach trip with your girlfriends and college friends. Especially the night you, Gemma and Sabrina had walked down to the beach and spent time alone in the dark.

“Tell Birdy I say hi,” Sabrina chirped, leaning in to be in the frame of the camera. “And that I expect her to dress up sexy and distract all the dudes or ladies from you.”

“I’ll let her know,” Gemma laughed. “But you’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. You neither, love.”

“I know, but I appreciate you saying it,” you said with a smile.

“OK, you guys are wasting time now talking to me,” Gemma chuckled. “As the resident, Sabrina-crowned Anal Queen, I wanna see you three get your asses up for John.”

You rolled your eyes, but the three girls started snorting and snickering and soon all three of them were kneeling on the couch, bent over and holding the back of it with their asses pointed towards you and their back arched to present three enticing, beautiful peaches. 

“This what you were thinking, love?” you asked, panning the camera across the three butts as the girls laughed and waggled them.

“I mean, it’s a good start, but they seem way too innocent to me to be part of an anal party,” Gemma smirked. 

“That sounds like a challenge, ladies,” Becks chuckled. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks lewdly, arching her back even more in the process, showing off both the silver buttplug still nestled tightly inside her along with her flushed, deeply tanned pussy. Tasha mimicked her just a moment after, though she only spread herself with one hand and used the other to tease her already well-fucked pussy from below. Sabrina went one step further, adjusting her stance a full on raising one leg to prop her knee up on Becks’ hip, spreading herself even wider as she presented her own buttplug and nether regions.

“That’s more like it, sluts,” Gemma chuckled.

“You want to see anything else, love?” you asked, shaking your head and smirking as you flipped the camera back around to show yourself.

“I want to be there to see all of it,” Gemma sighed, giving you the same look that you were giving her. “And participate. But I’ll settle for you pulling those buttplugs out of them, and then I’ll leave you to stick it in ‘em.”

“You girls alright with that?” you asked the trio.

“Are you fucking kidding me, John?” Sabrina giggled.

“No, this is totally where I draw the line,” Becks deadpanned.

“All good,” Tasha rounded out the answers. “And I appreciate you asking, even if these floozies don’t.”

“Hey, who are you calling a floozy?” Sabrina started snickering even harder.

You rolled your eyes again and flipped the camera back around before approaching the girls. One after another, starting with Tasha, you got the action in frame and then slowly, teasingly, pulled the buttplugs out of them. Tasha moaned and buried her face in the couch cushions as you did it, her little anal ring not wanting to stretch around the bulb of the plug for a moment before finally relenting. Becks’ ass gave up the plug much more readily, and even gaped open a fraction of an inch for a moment before slowly closing. Sabrina’s ass was the tightest, as usual, and it took some wiggling and easing on and off of your pulling pressure for her to let it go.

“Remember to use plenty of lube,” Gemma told you with a smile as you pulled her view away from Sabrina’s tight little rosebud and back to your face. “And have fun, love. I’ll be thinking of you.”

“How could I forget?” you asked with a grin. “And, Gemma? God we fucking miss you.”

“So fucking much,” Sabrina said.

“Totally,” Tasha added.

“I could live without you,” Becks smirked, then yelped as Sabrina gave her a surprising swat on the ass. “OK, I totally miss you the most and no one can prove otherwise.”

“Better,” Sabrina grinned at her, then gave her a kiss and a grope where she’d been spanked.

“They’re getting frisky,” you told Gemma. “I better get to work.”

“Ride ‘em hard, love,” Gemma said. “And don’t stop ‘till they call Uncle.”

“Will do, love,” you said, and you blew each other kisses before hanging up.

“Dibs on first,” Becks said quickly.

“Second!” Both Sabrina and Tasha called simultaneously.

You shook your head. “Why do I feel like you just want me for my cock? I’m not just a piece of meat here.”

Sabrina took one look at you and started giggling all over again, followed by Becks and then Tasha. All three of them giggled a delirious, horny bout of giggles that did pretty interesting things to their three asses as they waggled and waved in front of you.

Finally, you tutted and started cycling through them mentally. “Eenie, meenie, minie, mo…”

Chapter 654

You’d seen a lot of extremely sexy sights over the last few months. Before you started dating Sabrina and Gemma, your few sexual encounters had been fun, fast affairs, often in the dark - you would have said the ‘visuals’ of sex that came to mind were more imagination and built out of porn than they were your own history.

The vision in front of you now was easily in the top five of your new ‘My life is a Prono’ moments.

The Anal Party had gotten started strong, with you moving back and forth between the asses of your three sexual partners, oiling them up with lube and slowly working your fingers into them. With only two hands, and one of those needed for the bottle of lube, they gave you a break and didn’t make you do it all yourself. Of course, three women lined up, asses in the air and fingering their own shiny, shimmery butts in preparation for you was a sight all on its own. It was, shockingly, a sight you’d already seen before, though.

Becks had gotten your cock first, then Tasha, and finally Sabrina, each of them moaning like absolute whores as you gave them the first stretch from your cock. There had been groping and kissing, light spanks and laughter, and Sabrina had even gotten Becks to choke her a little to help her relax her ass for your initial push in.

But you only had one cock, and there were three buttholes. Not to mention three pussies, and mouths.

That was what the toys were for, and while you’d been slowly drilling your way into Sabrina’s extremely tight ass, Becks had helped Tasha put on one of the strap-ons they’d brought out from the bedroom and Sabrina’s half-packed bags and boxes. It had been a bit of a dance for a few minutes as you switched up partners a couple of times, but somehow you’d ended up standing back and watching for a moment, enjoying a tableau.

Becks was lying with her shoulders on the seat of the couch and her hips up on the armrest. You love this sort of position, especially with your bustier partners, because of what it did to their tits and the angle it provided for fucking them while standing on the other side of the arm rest. Sabrina was currently sitting on Becks’ pretty face, using Becks’ tits as handholds to gently grind her labia back and forth over her friend’s lips. Tasha, meanwhile, was getting into wielding that strop-on. She had one of Becks’ legs pulled up and over her shoulder, the other hooked back far enough to be pinched under Sabrina’s arm, thereby spread Becks wide for fucking. Tasha had the dildo about halfway into her not-quite-girlfriend’s ass, one foot on the ground on her toes and her other leg raised and bent, foot planted on the inside top of the arm rest to give her so pretty heavy leverage to fuck Becks hard. This also happened to make her tits look fantastic as they swung ahead and below her, but also highlighted her ass, and both her pretty little pussy and her perfect little doughnut ring as the strap of the strap-on pulled at her cheeks, spreading them perfectly.

“You look so fucking hot right now, Tasha,” Sabrina grinned and panted. She was a little sweaty from the foursome already, her hair clinging to her forehead, and her grin was wide as hell as she made eyes at the blonde and licked her teeth.

“Mmfgmmfgmmm!” Becks mumbled something loudly, muffled by Sabrina’s pussy.

“I think she wants you to go harder,” Sabrina smirked.

“I think she does too,” Tasha grinned back, tossing her hair over one shoulder and out of her face as she reached down and grabbed Becks by the waist, practically bent in half over her but using that for some extra force to really slam the strap-on into her butt.

Her hip movements were perfect for what you were thinking, and you quickly decided that stroking your cock and watching was no longer the game plan. Instead, you went to them, running your hand up Tasha’s hot back up to her hair, grabbing hold lightly and turning her head to kiss you. She grinned into the kiss, moaning happily as she slowed but strengthened her thrusting into Becks, and the deeply tanned secretary grunted with the pleasure of each thrust. You kept moving though, pulling your lips from Tasha’s and closing with Sabrina, who sat up and arched her back to get to you all the sooner, wrapping her arms around your neck and rubbing her cute little tits all over your chest as the two of you made out for a long moment. When you broke away from her as well, you guided her lower, and she smirked wickedly, knowing what you wanted without any words. She quickly kissed down your stomach to your cock and began sloppily blowing you, getting you freshly spitty and slick.

When she sat back up your cock was liberally coated in spittle, and she grinned at you and blew you a soft kiss before turning her attention to Tasha and pulling the blonde’s face towards her into a sapphic kiss that could have curled the staunchest bigot’s toes.

You weren’t trying to start watching again, though, and you circle back around the trio to Tasha’s end of the couch, running your hands up her sides at the way to her tits and giving those perfect fucking melons a soft mauling, tweaking her nipples for a long moment, before gliding back down over her ribs and waist to her ass.

“Hold still, Tash,” you said, though it came out a bit more growly than you were expecting. Her and Sabrina were still making out, but she seemed to hear you and approve because she paused her hip movements, leaving half the dildo wedged between Becks’ cheeks and lodged firmly in her ass.

You directed your cock with one hand, running it down between Tasha’s pale ass cheeks that were flushed just slightly from the rough groping that had been going on, back to the perfect little dark asshole that had been winking at you with every thrust she made.

“Ffffuck,” you grunted as you circled the crown of your cock around her hole, then popped through it about two inches before it clamped in response.

“Huuuuh,” Tasha exhaled heavily, breathing into Sabrina’s mouth through their kiss.

“That’s it, babe,” Sabrina said, ending their kiss and stroking her cheeks. “That’s it. You take John’s cock in that cute, sexy ass of yours.”

Tasha whimpered and her anal ring fluttered slightly, trying to relax.

“You like that?” Sabrina asked. “You like John fucking your ass?”

“Ummhhmm,” Tasha hummed, nodding.

You pulled out just slightly, feeling her clinging to you, then back in firm but slow, easing your way back into her. You’d already been in there once, but Tasha’s ass had already started to adjust back to normal.

“Don’t forget to fuck Becks,” Sabrina reminded Tasha. “She wants to get pounded by John, so you can get her all nice and stretched out for him.”

Tasha huffed a breathy laugh and started to use her hips a bit in conjunction with yours, slowly building a shallow rhythm that would have you fucking her ass, while she fucked Becks’.

You’d lost the visual, but you’d gained one hell of a train engine.

Chapter 655

Becks sobbed, and you hesitated for a moment because you weren’t sure if you’d gone too far.

She sucked in a wavering breath through her lips and then turned to look over her shoulder at you, and when she saw the look of concern on your face she said, “God, don’t stop, John.”

You gave her another hard spanking with the flexible leather paddle. It was, in your opinion, more of a silly novelty item than a sex toy, but it seemed to be doing the job in giving Becks the rough, punishing spanking she wanted. It didn’t transfer ‘JUICY!’ onto her ass like Sabrina had hoped it would, but you’d warned your girlfriend that it likely wouldn’t.

Her other cheek got paddled again as well, the meaty snap of the clap between leather and her skin somehow both dull and sharp at the same time. She exhaled again, this time in a wavering moan.

Becks’ natural skin tone was a deep tan or a light mocha. You knew that, before she’d fallen into things with you, Gemma and Sabrina, she’d almost entirely dated black guys, but it had never actually come up what ethnicity, or mix of ethnicities, she actually descended from. You could just as easily see her having Puerto Rican, Latina, Black, or even Native American mixed into her background. Whatever parts were making up her genetic code, it was a blessed batch because she was gorgeous and well-endowed in all the right places. The way her tanned, warm-hued skin flushed under a spanking was unique to your experience with women so far.

She didn’t really turn pink. The flush of warmth to a location when you spanked Sabrina was rosy and bright, almost blasting a declaration, and with Gemma, it was more a rosy red that faded quicker than on a paler partner. Tasha was somewhere between the two of them, her ass catching and holding a warmth fairly quickly, but it also faded away faster than Sabrina.

Becks’ ass was hot as you massaged the spot you’d just spanked, but it barely flushed at all. There was a slight rosy hue after almost ten minutes of consistent spanking - requested by her - but nowhere near the flush that Sabrina got after only a few, or Tasha was already sporting almost incidentally.

What her ass did do was almost stiffen. Not stiff as in solid, but it was like her glutes and bubbly butt cheeks were bracing with each spank, which somehow made them even more… bouncy.

Every spank of the paddle made her ass bounce in the most amazing fucking ways.

“Are you a naughty, naughty secretary?” Sabrina asked Becks with a wicked grin. She’d sat herself perched on the back of the couch right in front of Becks where she was bent over, sometimes whispering nasty things in her ear, sometimes playing with her hair or her dangling tits, and once in a while pulling Becks face down to prompt her to give Sabrina’s pussy a few licks.

“So naughty,” Becks panted, and then jolted as you brought the paddle down on her other ass cheek again.

“Are you ready to get your ass fucked so hard that you feel it on Monday when you sit back down at your desk in the morning?” Sabrina asked

“I wanna feel it the Monday after that,” Becks said.

You clapped the paddle down again, switching cheeks, and then went down to one knee and kissed that exact spot before licking it, feeling the heat under her skin and the goosebumps scattered across her. A quick kiss of her other ass cheek was the only other thing you gave her, and then you went lower, catching Tasha’s chin and pulling her down so you could kiss her. The blonde had been sitting on the floor with her back to the front of the couch, her tits on display to you as she arched her back and raised her chin to orally tease Becks’ pussy from below as you’d been focused on the woman’s ass.

Tasha kissed you, the taste of Becks’ all over her, and let you draw her out of the way. She took the paddle from you, turning and giving Becks one last little spank of her own. “Get ready, Bee,” she said. “He’s so fucking hard right now.”

“You call her Bee?” Sabrina asked. “That’s cute as fuck.”

You were a little busy pressing your cock into Becks’ ass roughly to comment on the cuteness of the nickname.

Becks had told you earlier that she wanted to be fucked roughly. Animalistically. She’d reiterated again that for your last hurrah night of the summer, even if she and Tasha would be coming down to your University to visit, she wanted ‘the full Sabrina treatment.’ That had been quickly pruned down into what she actually wanted, because the ‘full Sabrina’ was pretty extensive even for Becks. What she’d really meant was that she wanted you to really let loose and use her the same way you trusted that Sabrina or Gemma wanted you sometimes. That she wasn’t going to break, she was into it just as much as you were, and wanted to find your mutual limits or set new ones.

It started with burying your cock in her ass, feeling those hot, spanked cheeks pressing against your pelvis and grinding back at you needily as her asshole stretched around your length. You wrapped your arms around her, one hand landing on her stomach as it flexed with her breathing, the other clamping one of her tits up against her chest, the nipple stuff against your palm. Kissing her bare, smooth shoulder roughly, you slid your lips into the crook of her neck and took a deep breath of her through your nose and then exhaled hot air across her skin.

“Becks, hon,” you said slowly. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. What do you say if you want to stop, or pause, or if anything hurts?”

“I ain’t no bitch,” Becks huffed, looking back at you over her shoulder with a smirk. 

You frowned and pulled your hand from her stomach, blindly giving her a spank of the side of her ass.

“Tarantula,” Becks said, repeating the safe word she’d chosen earlier.

“OK,” you murmured, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

You pulled back with your hips, still holding her and leaning close, and then forcefully thrust forward. She moaned. You grunted. And then you were off to the races.

Sabrina climbed out of the way after a couple of minutes, allowing Becks to brace herself against the back of the couch where she’d been sitting, and you lost track of what she and Tasha were up to together. Your focus was on Becks. The flex of the muscles in her back, the smacking of her ass against your pelvis. Her long black hair bundled in your fist, or flipping through the air as she tossed her head to get the sweaty strands unstuck from her face, neck or shoulders. Of all the things you focused on, including your own drive, the one thing you couldn’t spend too much time looking at was that point where you were joined. If you thought too hard about how hard you were reaming Becks’ hot little asshole, about how at the start of your thing together over the summer she hadn’t been that big on anal (or doing stuff with girls), and now here she was wanting you to absolutely ruin her ass, you would lose your concentration.

Eventually your legs and thighs started to ache with a growing demand that you needed to slow down, but instead of pulling out of the beauty you were fucking, you buried deep and surprised her by wrapping both arms around her stomach and picking her up off the couch. It was an easy move with Sabrina, and one that you could manage with Gemma. Becks was much more on the Gemma scale - slightly less curvy, but a little taller than your Australian girlfriend - so it took a bit of effort to lift as she gasped, turn in place, and then sit down where she’d been kneeling.

“Ride me, Miss Lusty,” you ordered her, grabbing both her ass cheeks roughly as they were settled on your lap, using them as handholds to get her to start putting in her own work.

“Oh, fuck,” Becks moaned, immediately starting to pump her ass up and down the rigid pole of your cock like a mechanical piston. You let go of her ass as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on your knees, and took in the vision of Becks riding your cock, her anal ring stretched perfectly around your shaft, gliding in and out of her smoothly as that little muscle clung to you on every out stroke.

You almost lost your composure, staring too long at that, and you cleared your throat and looked elsewhere before your orgasm could sneak up on you.

Tasha was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and Sabrina was sitting in her lap, her legs crossed behind Tasha’s back, as they made out. Sabrina had her hands up, mauling Tasha’s perfect tits as they were squished between them, and Tasha had her hands on your girlfriend’s ass. It took you a moment to realise Tash was still wearing the strap on, and Sabrina was sitting on it and wiggling as they made out.

Becks grunted and sat up on your lap, changing the angle you were penetrating into her, and she bundled up her hair in both hands and started to bounce in a perfectly aligned vertical motion. With her hair up and out of the way, and her back arched gently as she held her hair to the back of her head in a messy spray, you were getting a beautiful look from the cleavage of her ass compressing against your lap, up to her tapered waist, and then all the way up her fit, tank back to her neck.

How the hell did you become this stunning woman’s go-to sexual partner?

“Fuck, Becks,” you grunted, grabbing her by the waist and rolling you both to the side. It took a moment of rearranging but she got face down on the couch with you on top of her, your chest to her back and her pushing her hips up at you as you pounded down into her ass hard and fast. You wrapped your fingers with hers, holding them above her head, and pressed your lips into the crook of her neck, but didn’t dare start kissing her because you knew you might leave a hickey.

“Oh- Oh, John,” Becks moaned, her voice strained as she tried her best to fuck back at you. “Oh my God, I’m coming. I’m comingI’mcomingI’mcoming I’m-”

Every ounce of air in her lungs came out in one big huff as her body tensed, then relaxed heavily, then tensed again as her orgasm hit her hard.

“God, Rebecca,” you growled, right in her ear, as you thrust one last time into her ass, through her clenching and rippling anal ring, driving deep and unloading rope after rope into her bowels.

You had to blink, realising you may have blacked out a little through your orgasm, your vision swimming.

“That was so fucking hot,” Sabrina said, and you realised she was rubbing your back.

Tasha was coming over from the kitchen carrying a couple of Gatorades from the fridge, already cracked open. “I don’t think I could have handled that,” she said with a grin.

“You- Are you OK?” you asked Becks softly. She was still under you, your fingers still intertwined, your cock still firmly lodged up her ass as you were both panting roughly.

“Um,” Becks heaved, sucking in air. “I- Fuck. I think I blacked out. Holy shit.”

“I did too,” you chuckled, and leaned down to give her another kiss on the cheek.

“Did you call me Rebecca right there at the end?” she asked.

“I… might have,” you said, realising that you had. You’d never called her by her full name before

“He used your legal name,” Tasha snorted. “Is that better or worse than getting it from your parents?”

“Better,” Becks chuckled, letting go of one of your hands so she could wipe sweaty hair from her forehead. “Way, way better.”

Chapter 656

Becks’ Big Buttfucking wasn’t the end of the night, it was the big finale for the rougher sex. You were sure that if Gemma had been there, if there wasn’t a looming separation happening, energetic sex probably would have continued later into the night. But you were missing Gemma, and you were leaving in the morning, and for all that you, Sabrina, Tasha and Becks had come to enjoy energetic, rough, trusting sex… that wasn’t how the night was going to end.

Tasha was the first to need some loving - proper love making. Sabrina helped her get the strap-on harness off, and then you’d scooped up the blonde and carried her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten your now infamous ‘shower treatment,’ but this time it wasn’t about soothing her, or reminding her that she was someone who was worthy of this kind of care.

This time, Tasha wasn’t coming off an emotional rollercoaster.

The two of you made out slowly, washing each other, until your cock was hard and pressing between your soapy bodies insistently. You didn’t speak much, focusing on giving to each other with your hands, and your lips, and with your gazes. Tasha, wet from the shower with her hair pulled back, had a youthful innocence in her face as she looked up at you in the dim light behind the shower curtain. She was always pretty, but in the confines of that shower stall, she let go of her walls, the jokey smirks and the glint in her eyes as she hunted for the next teasing joke. Ego went out the window, and it was just you and her.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” she whispered as she sat down on your cock in almost the same position Sabrina had sat on her lap earlier while you’d been with Becks. You were leaning back in the bathtub bottom of the shower, the hot water pointed down and towards the wall so it wasn’t beating directly against either of you.

“I know, hon,” you said softly, reaching up to pull her towards you by her jaw, kissing her emotionally as she slowly worked her hips.

The two of you made love. It was awkward not saying it to her, even though you knew you were feeling it. You probably could say it, and things wouldn’t change, but you felt awkward doing that in private without Sabrina and Gemma there to approve of the moment. Saying it in private made it feel even more intimate, and you couldn’t let go of however much you loved, and would continue to love, Tasha - she wasn’t your girlfriend.

She came, just a small orgasm, riding you, and then she surprised you by standing up and turning around, sitting back down into your lap but this time more slowly, easing your cock back into her ass as she leaned her back against your chest.

“Play with me,” she whispered, taking your hands and bringing them to her tits. “God, John, it’s only been two months or a little longer I’ve known you? Less since we started fucking? I’m going to miss this so fucking much, even if Becks and I decide we fit together.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured into her shoulder, kissing her wet, smooth skin.

“Don’t be,” she said, guiding one of your hands down from massaging her tits to her pussy. “Seriously, never be sorry for this. You… you and the girls saved me from some self-destructive shit, and you built me back up to be confident in me again. I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” you promised her. That felt a lot better than ‘I.’

She rode you slowly, letting you grope and massage her all over, until she sat down heavily, driving you deep into her ass as you grunted and released. It was nothing like the orgasms from earlier, but it was a climax. A finish.

Tasha let you wash her again, gently around her well-fucked regions, and then she let you help her out of the shower but told you to stay where you were as she quickly towelled off her body and trotted out of the bathroom. She came back a moment later with Sabrina, and your girlfriend came to you in the shower as Tasha started to properly dry off.

The hum of the hair dryer on the other side of the shower curtain probably hid the smacking of lips from Tasha, not that she would have minded.

Sabrina was hungry for your lips and hands, and her fingers were attracted to your cock like they were magnetic. You’d come three times now in a couple of hours, though, so it was going to take more than a few strokes of her fingers to get you back to full rigidity.

Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be her plan.

Like with Tasha, you didn’t do all that much talking. The focus was on the physical intimacy as you washed her hair, and then her sleek, sexy little body that had started this whole thing. She seemed to know what you were thinking and smiled warmly at you, reaching up and jiggling her little tits and sticking out her tongue playfully.

What would your summer have been like if you hadn’t felt lonely, gotten horny, and gone looking for amateur porn? If you had decided to just hop onto Pornhub, instead of looking for a non-mainstream pornstar to watch?

Maybe, maybe, you, Sabrina and Gemma would have ended up together. But probably not.

You and Sabrina made out for a short while, and she focused her attention on your cock while you spread yours around. Eventually you were hard enough that you could have fucked her easily, but for all that this was ‘your night,’ it really wasn’t. Not for either of you. Tonight was about saying goodbye to Becks and Tasha - you and Sabrina would have the rest of your lives together, if you had anything to say about it.

She kissed you firmly, changing the tenor of the physicality, and you gave her a similar kiss back.

“Love you, baby,” she said with a little smile and a wink.

“Love you too,” you told her, giving her little butt one last squeeze.

Sabrina did basically the same thing as Tasha, letting you give her a hand stepping out of the shower stall, then quickly towelling off her body so she wasn’t actively dripping buckets, and then going out into the bedroom and coming back with Becks in tow.

“You left him like that?” Becks asked with a surprised chuckle as she found you standing under the running water with your cock at full mast.

“Enjoy, babe,” Sabrina grinned, giving her a soft shove on her butt to get her moving again.

“Come here, gorgeous,” you said, offering her both hands. She took them, stepping into the shower, and you closed the curtain behind her as Sabrina grinned at the two of you.

“I’m just saying, I’m happy to do something with this, but not with my ass,” Becks said with a wicked smirk as she stroked your cock.

“Definitely not,” you chuckled, drawing her closer to you so that you could kiss her. “Your poor little booty deserves some pampering and recovery time.”

“Yes, it does,” she said, and then words were lost between you as you were making out under the hot water.

Becks was the first woman you’d slept with after you, Gemma and Sabrina had gotten together. Of any of the other partners who had been through, and may continue to grace, your bed - she was special. She was the test case. She was like the hot high school senior when you were a freshman - older, totally crush-worthy, and feeling like she should be way out of your league.

And yet, over the last three months, you’d become… something. 

Making out melded into washing, which melded into fondling, and then you were fingering her as she stroked you, and finally you were making love. She had her back to the shower wall, pushing her hips forward with her legs spread as much as they could while remaining braced, and you had one leg between her legs and the other outside of hers, propped up on the tub lip before it merged into the wall, to have the space to slowly stroke in and out of her.

You weren’t kissing now, you just kept your foreheads pressed together and looked into each other's eyes through the steam of the shower.

“Come in me?” she requested. She didn’t demand it, or even ask, but it wasn’t a beg, either.

“I’d love to,” you answered, shifting slightly to raise your lips and kiss her forehead before pressing yours back to it. You were keeping your balance with one hand on the grabby bar on the back wall of the shower stall, but your other hand was gently cradling and thumbing her right breast. She worked left, while her right hand scooped behind your neck to hold you close.

“Come in me,” Becks panted. Not a request this time.

“I will,” you answered.

You grunted, swivelling with your hips, corkscrewing deep into her.

“God,” you grunted. “God, I’m going to.”

“Do it,” Becks panted. “Come in me. Fill me up with you.”

Your release came hard and almost painful, ripping out of you like you were giving her a piece of yourself. Becks’ eyes rolled up as she felt the first lava-hot blast inside her, hiccuping once as she tried to pull you tighter towards her, pushing over into her own orgasm.

“Fuck,” she gasped after a long time. “Fuck. I’m- Fuck, that’s so good. Why the fuck is it so good with you, John?”

You sighed softly and decided to default to what had worked with Tasha, because even though your gut said you wanted to say it, you couldn’t. “Because we love you, Becks,” you said, your hands rubbing her sides and waist. “So damn much.”

“I love you all too,” Becks whimpered, coming up off the wall to crush her tits against your chest and kiss you hard.

Chapter 657

Falling asleep between two beautiful, well-fucked, naked women had become the standard by which you now judged an evening.

It was a ridiculous standard to have, but it was yours, and you really fucking liked it.

Three women in that state always had an element of complication to it because by all rights, someone had to be ‘on the outside’. But Sabrina had already figured that particular problem out even if you weren’t the biggest fan, and as the four of you were drifting off, freshly fucked and showered, under the sheets of Sabrina’s bed, you had Tasha and Becks on either side of you pressing their tits up against your sides, and Sabrina resting with her head on your chest laying on top of you, your cock half-hard and resting against her stomach.

Was it comfortable? Only kind of.

But still, after that evening you’d just had, very easy to fall asleep after sharing some late-night kisses in the dark.

It was drowsily waking up only a couple of hours later that was more disconcerting. As was the feeling of someone on top of you, and not in the way that Sabrina had been when you’d been falling asleep.

You grunted softly, turning and craning your neck to squint at the digital clock. 3:08 AM. You let out a heavy sigh through your nose and got your arms back from the women on either side of you without waking them up, using them to find your Dark Rider’s hips, then up to her chest. She was rocking slowly on your cock, using a lot of hip motion to grind you inside her, and when your hands found her chest you realised it was Tasha. Her breasts were perfect, but a little smaller than Becks and with slightly different nipple placement.

You gave those nipples a short little tweak, and she came down and kissed you sweetly before pressing her lips to your ear. 

“Sorry,” she whispered. “Sabrina got up to go pee, and you were hard. I couldn’t resist one last… yeah.”

You kissed her cheek, and she came back up enough for the two of you to quietly make out as Tasha continued to ride you. At one point, you were pretty sure Sabrina snickered and was moving around beside you to tease herself, but she didn’t say anything.

Tasha came after maybe ten minutes more of riding you, exhaling heavily into the crook of your neck, and the increased pressure on you put you over the edge as well, and you fired off three short spurts into the pretty blonde comedian.

She kissed you again. “Thanks, John,” she whispered.

“Any time, baby,” you whispered back, giving her ass a gentle double-handed squeeze since you’d gently been holding it through her riding.

Tasha dismounted from you, awkwardly shifting over Sabrina to get out from the covers, and headed quietly to the washroom to clean herself up.

You were asleep before she came back out.

Until you weren’t.

“Hmm?” you hummed questioningly, feeling like Tasha had climbed back into bed and decided to just start riding you again - the idea that you’d still been hard enough for her to do that seemed a bit much. Except when you glanced at the clock this time there was just a tiny bit of light coming through the window blinds. 5:22 AM.

Your hands found hips, then up to breasts.

Becks.

She sat up high, bringing her pussy down heavily into your cock, burying you deep as she held your hands to her tits. She sighed and started to circle her hips, stirring you inside of her, before she let you raise your hands and summon her down to kiss you deeply.

You held her wrapped up in your arms, and the tightness of that embrace meant neither of you could really do much to stimulate sex, but that didn’t really matter. She wasn’t doing this chasing an orgasm, and you knew it. Becks wanted the intimacy of it.

Your heart hurt for her because you couldn’t be what she thought she wanted.

Neither of you came, and you felt her breathing change as she fell asleep with you in her, cheek pressed to your shoulder. You eventually followed her.

Chapter 658

You groaned softly, and all three of the girls looked back at you and started chuckling.

“Leave me alone, you succubuses,” you said.

“Aw, feeling a little drained?” Tasha grinned, reaching back and giving you a side hug as she rested her head on your arm.

“‘A little’ my ass,” you grumbled with a smile.

“More like our asses,” Sabrina snickered.

You were waiting for your table for Brunch, and considering you were there for an early seating, you really shouldn’t have been kept waiting but you were.

A part of the plan for your last evening and morning in the city that you hadn’t been informed of had been waking up early that Saturday morning, Tasha and Becks helping with some packing, and then all four of you heading out to eat breakfast at a brunch place since the only things left in the fridge at the apartment were Gatorades, a bag of carrot sticks and a single can of whipped cream.

Honestly, you were a little surprised the whipped cream hadn’t gotten busted out last night.

You hadn’t really put that much thought into how the morning would go - really, you’d been expecting a lazy morning, maybe a bit more sex or at least some fooling around to slowly wake up, and you and Sabrina had an appointment to pick up the UHaul van you were renting just before noon. The help from Tasha and Becks was definitely helping speed things along, but it also meant that your morning had been a lot more abrupt than you’d expected. None of the girls seemed to want to talk about the emotional sex you’d had the night before, and were all-business to the point of teasing you for feeling so tired.

“You know, it’s easy for you three to pretend like you aren’t feeling it while we’re standing here waiting,” you said, shaking your head. “Let’s see what you say once you’re sitting down.”

That got smirks and grins from Tasha and Sabrina, but a mild look of dread from Becks. She was definitely feeling that big bout of rough stuff that morning.

The waitress finally came and escorted the three of you to your table, and then it was a fast whirlwind of menus and ordering before you had a moment to yourselves again. It was the same place you’d been to before with both of them, but you’d been sat in a back corner at a round table and were all sitting with your feet intermingling underneath, little bouts of footsie taking place.

“OK, I take back every snicker and smirk,” Becks groaned as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“You did ask for it,’ Sabrina laughed.

“I think you specifically asked to be feeling it two weeks from now,” Tasha smirked.

“Fuck you guys,” Becks chuckled, shaking her head.

Your phone started buzzing, and you pulled it out and found that it was Gemma. Her day would have been starting when she’d called the night previous, and now it would be coming to a close. “Hey, love,” you answered the FaceTime call since you were connected to the Wifi. “How was your beach party?”

Gemma looked like she’d gotten some extra sun, her silvery blonde hair still swept back from her face and held by her sunglasses balanced on her forehead. She was also smiling easily, wearing a full-cupped bikini top, and looked tired but happy. “It was great. Our friend Zander brought a girl, hoping to get in her pants, but she ended up hitting on me, which was kind of funny. I shot her down lightly. But mostly it was just sun, fun and some good firepit food. How is everyone this morning?”

You passed around your phone so all the girls could say hi. They had to talk in code a bit since you would easily be overheard by other tables. Once the phone got back to you, Gemma had the gist of things.

“We miss you so damn much, love,” you told her.

“I miss you guys too,” Gemma sighed warmly. “And I wish I could fall asleep in your arms, John. December can’t come soon enough.”

“I know,” you agreed. “It’s only three months. That’s as long as we’ve been together. We can do it.”

“And I won’t let him forget you, babe,” Sabrina said, leaning in and pressing her cheek to yours. “Don’t you worry. Can we call you when we’re all packed up and leaving this afternoon?”

Gemma nodded emphatically. “Call me,” she insisted. “I want to be part of the end of your summer just like you were for mine.”

“We will,” you promised. You wished her a good night, and you all told her you loved her again, before hanging up.

Brunch was oddly tense. It had a slight manicness to how you were all acting, knowing that the end was near. All of you laughed a little too much, spoke a little too loudly. Flirted harder, and obviously got caught doing it. Nothing that would get you thrown out of the restaurant, but enough that you knew the waitress and a couple of the other staff were aware something was going on.

And breakfast foods don’t take long to eat. Thirty minutes later, you were done, and Sabrina had insisted on paying the check - and since Becks and Tasha were now both aware of the income discrepancies, even if she was paying them for their ‘acting,’ they were happy to let her treat.

Outside, the four of you split up into pairs - Becks headed back to the apartment with Sabrina to keep packing, while Tasha grabbed an Uber with you to head over to the U-Haul rental place. For about fifteen minutes, you and Tasha just held hands like you were a couple, talking and joking, accepting that things were changing. You each caught each other giving sad glances once in a while, and tried hard to make the other person smile.

Picking up the rental van wasn’t a big deal; it was a classic panel van, so no extra training needed or anything, and it would easily fit all of yours and Sabrina's combined bags and boxes. You were almost tempted to ask Tasha if she wanted to go find somewhere to park and have one last little fling, but you decided against it before putting it into words. It might have been fun, but it also could have ruined what last night had been.

Driving back to Sabrina’s apartment building, and then carrying bags down to the van where Tasha stood watch to make sure no one was picking through your stuff or trying to drive away with the van, you were struck again by how fast it was happening.

The process felt like it should have been monumental because of the weight of the change. It should have been heavy, a labour that took time and effort.

But you weren’t moving furniture. It was bags of clothes, mostly, and personal entertainment stuff. A bag of her camera equipment was handled delicately. A duffel of sex toys that rattled ominously.

Then the last couple of bins. Cleaning supplies that you could use in the new place. Half a flat of Gatorade. Carrot sticks.

The apartment was empty. The bed and couch that had seen so much, been so abused, left in a bare space. 

That was when Sabrina broke down, tears streaming down her face as she hugged you and Becks, looking at the couch. She managed to get herself back together quickly, and you went and did one last check through the rooms for anything that had fallen under the bed or dressers, under the sinks, turning off the lights as you went. And then the three of you were outside, shutting the door and locking it, riding the elevator down, and Sabrina dropped the keys in a lockbox in the front hall of the building.

It was out on the sidewalk, next to the packed van, that the rest of you broke.

Your shirt became an absolute mess as the four of you were crying, and all three women needed to be held and sobbed into your chest for a bit. Thankfully, for your own ego, you managed to remain at least a little stoic through your own tears and didn’t break out into any sobs.

“Oh, no,” Sabrina finally said. Her tone of voice was a shift, and you’d been busy holding Becks tightly as she clung to you and sniffled another goodbye about how much she was going to miss you, and how you were kind of an asshole for only being in the city for four months when she needed you for longer. Both of you looked over at Sabrina’s tone, and she was looking down at her phone while Tasha had her arm looped with hers, obviously having been hugging each other before something that pinged on the phone.

“What is it, baby?” you asked.

“Your internship has been extended for a year?” Becks asked, only half joking.

“It’s not something bad with Gemma, is it?” Tasha asked in concern.

“No, no, not stuff like that,” Sabrina shook her head, frowning and sniffing hard before wiping at her eyes and looking up at you. “It’s Eric.”

“... What about Eric?” you asked. “Did he fuck it up with Beth?”

“No, no, he fucked Beth, but he didn’t fuck it up,” Sabrina sighed. Then she looked down at her phone and snorted softly, shaking her head before looking back up at you. “Beth took an early warning pregnancy test and she’s positive. Eric got her pregnant, probably.”

Your jaw dropped.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Becks said. “Eric is- he’s-”

“Does he know what Beth wants to do?” you asked.

Sabrina shrugged, gesturing to her phone. “He doesn’t know yet,” she said. “He just sent me one long paragraph. I’ll have to find out more as we’re driving.”

You blew out a breath. “Which brings us back to… Goodbye.” You gestured to Tasha and Sabrina to come closer, and the four of you got into a group hug. “I love all of you,” you said simply. “Each of us met in weird ways, and we’ve had a wild summer. Sabrina and I, and Gemma, are going to think about you girls constantly. You’re our forever-friends, no matter whether you’re together or not, OK? If you need anything, just call us. Even if it’s just to talk. Even if you’ve met someone and all the sex stuff has to end because you think they are The One for you. Call us. We’ll get you down to visit as soon as it makes sense, and we’ll tell you as soon as we’re planning to come up here for something.”

“You guys are my sisters,” Sabrina said. “And not like sisters, because I have those and I love them too, but different. I mean like a sisterhood. Sorority, but better because we don’t get all catty and try to one-up each other and stuff. I know Gemma feels that way too. I love you guys so much, and I love how much you love John and Gemma. I’m going to miss you so fucking much.”

Tasha was crying again, so Becks went next. “Fuck you both,” she said with a smile. “For changing how I look at my life, and who I spend my time with. If I’m still a secretary when you guys finish law school, I swear I’ll move to be your personal Miss Lusty for the kickass law firm you set up somewhere.” She squeezed you all tighter, shaking her head to show she didn’t want to say anything more emotional than that. You knew she was feeling this deeply, but she’d never been someone who wanted to wear her heart on her sleeve, and the last fourteen hours had been a lot of emotions.

“I just really love you guys,” Tasha said quietly after clearing her throat. “Thank you for… everything. I already said this to you before, so just thank you. I dunno if you ‘saved my life’ literally, but I feel like you did. With and without the amazing sex.”

The hug lingered as you clung to each other, squeezing tightly until finally Becks released first, then you, and you all stepped back. You turned and gave Tasha one last kiss, quick and firm, not wanting it to linger and start a whole new goodbye process. Then Becks, giving her ass a soft grab, while Sabrina kissed Tasha goodbye. Then it was Becks and Sabrina’s turn, and then you walked Sabrina around to the passenger side of the van and opened the door for her, helping her up onto the seat with a hand as she flashed you a sad smile.

You circled back around to the driver’s side and reached out to both Tasha and Becks, giving them each a hand squeeze, before hopping up into the driver’s seat, turning over the engine and rolling down the windows.

“Call us when you get there,” Becks said. “We want a virtual tour of the new place.”

“Maybe even a preview of you guys breaking in the new bed,” Tasha smirked a little.

“We will,” Sabrina promised. “Seriously, we’ll talk every day. Are you two going to be together tonight?”

“I don’t think I’d want to be alone when I could be cuddling Tash,” Becks grinned sheepishly.

“Same,” Tasha said, blushing just a little.

“OK,” you said. “We’ll call you when we get there. Love you guys.”

“Love you too,” they both said, then stepped back from the window.

You all waved quickly once you had an opening to merge with traffic, and then they were behind you.

“Fuck,” you said, feeling a new lump in your throat.

“I know,” Sabrina whispered, reaching over to grab the hand you offered her and holding it tight. “I feel like Gemma had it easier. This feels like…”

“I know,” you agreed, then sniffed hard and had to take your hand back from her to change lanes. “You should call Gemma.”

“Mm,” she nodded, and quickly got out her phone. The phone rang three times before Gemma answered.

“Are you guys leaving?” Gemma asked sleepily.

“We just said bye and are driving away,” Sabrina said, her sob only half-silly.

“You guys,” Gemma said. “It’s happening.”

“It’s happening,” you agreed with a heavy sigh.

“Are you alright?” Gemma asked.

“No,” Sabrina pouted.

“We’ll be OK,” you assured her. “It just feels weird that this is all happening, even if we were expecting it.”

“The next few years are going to be new thing after new thing,” Gemma said. “We’ll all graduate college, then move to wherever we decide to go to law school, then move again when that’s done to wherever we want to live. But we’ll have each other.”

“Come back to us, baby,” Sabrina sighed dramatically. “I miss your face.”

“I miss your face, too,” Gemma chuckled.

“Tell Gemma the news about Eric,” you prompted the girlfriend in the van.

“Oh no,” Gemma said. “What did he do?”

“He knocked up the new girl he likes, Beth,” Sabrina said.

“... No fucking way,” Gemma exclaimed after a heavy pause. “What- Is there-?”

“I haven’t gotten any details yet, I need to text him for more and see how he actually is. He just kinda word-vomited it in a text to me right as we were getting in the car,” Sabrina said.

“Tell me everything,” Gemma said. “And also give John some road head for me.”

“No,” you said. “No roadhead. I’m not crashing this van.”

“Awwww,” Sabrina groaned. “But Gemma wants me to suck you off. How can you say no to Gemma?”

“Please tell me this isn’t going to be a thing,” you grumbled, making Gemma snicker over the phone call.

“I promise I’ll only ask her to do things to you sometimes,” Gemma said. “And I’ll ask you to do things to her just as often. Do you guys want me to stick around on the call now?”

“If you’re not too tired,” Sabrina said. “Maybe at least until we’re out of the city?”

“That’ll be fifteen, maybe twenty minutes,” you said.

“I think I can manage that,” Gemma said. “As long as you tell me everything you guys did last night.”

“Are you gonna be playing with yourself?” Sabrina asked with a grin, a spark in her eyes as she looked at her phone.

“I will if you will,” Gemma said, her grin evident in the tone of her voice.

“Totally,” Sabrina said, lifting her butt from the seat so she could unzip and partially lower her jean shorts, slipping a hand inside them. “OK, I’m ready. Tell me when you’re ready.”

“Hold on,” Gemma grunted, sounding like she was stretching to reach for something, then sighed as she settled back down. “OK, I’ve got my little bullet vibrator.”

“Mmm, I packed mine in the Big Bag of Sex Toys,” Sabrina said, smirking as she watched the expression on your face as the conversation continued. “I’m just gonna use my fingers.”

“You two aren’t going to make this ‘concentrate on the road’ thing easy for me, are you?” you asked.

Sabrina leaned over, kissing your shoulder. “Not a chance, baby. You're dating two horny women who love you, your dick, and the ladies who worship it. The only way you get the easy route in anything is after you fuck us senseless.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Gemma laughed. “So who got their butt fucked first last night?”

You blew out a long breath, trying to ignore the soft buzz of the vibrator over the phone call and Sabrina starting a graphic play-by-play of the events of the night before. Four months of summer had come to an end, but your summer fling with the pretty, dark-haired girl who sat across from you at your internship had become something alive. Something wild.

The two of you were heading back to University for your fourth year, but it felt more like you were heading into the unknown. Everything was different now, and would be different.

You were in love. You were in a relationship - two, arguably, but the three of you thought of it as one single relationship. That summer had been a bubble that you were able to ground yourself in, but now it was time to put that relationship to the test. In your regular lives, with your friends and Professors. Telling your family. Planning a future together.

And somehow your one girlfriend, talking with your other girlfriend halfway around the world, as she sat in the passenger seat of a rental van and fingered herself while describing the amateur porn scene you’d recorded the night before with a completely different woman, was heartwarming.

“Fucking insane,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head.

“What was that, love?” Gemma asked.

“He’s just being John,” Sabrina grinned, pulling her fingers from under her waistband and giving them a teasing lick. “Remembering how lucky he is that we’re lucky enough to have found him.”

“It wasn’t luck,” Gemma said. “It was you being a horny nympho experimenting with making porn, John being a horny guy looking for porn, and me being a perfectly normal person getting sucked into your scheming nymphomania.”

“I seem to remember you calling dibs on hooking up with him first,” Sabrina grinned.

“How about we call it even that we’re all in fucking love with each other?” you suggested.

“Fine, we’re in love,” Gemma chuckled.

“We’re in super-duper love,” Sabrina agreed.

“Then it’s settled,” you said. “We’re all lucky. Crazy lucky. Wildly, stupidly lucky.”

“Agreed,” Gemma said. “Now, love, let Sabrina get back to telling me how you fucked Tasha last night. It was just getting good.”

You groaned, and both of them snickered. Life really was never going to feel normal again, was it?

THE END OF OnlyFans Girl ACT 1

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Don't worry, John, Sabrina and Gemma will be back! For a long time now I've had a multi-page list of plans and events going into the school year and beyond for our intrepid Throuple, with plenty of ups and downs, new friends and returning ones. I couldn't even hold myself back from coming up with new stuff I hadn't been expecting right there at the end - Eric knocked up Beth!? What's happening with THAT?

For now, however, OFG is going to be going on a Hiatus similar to my writing with the AMA series. It will likely be for multiple months, and during that time I'll probably spend some time doing a big 'Clean Up' editing process on all 658 chapters, splitting Act 1 into a more novelized form, and maybe even changing it over to 1st or 3rd person. Taking a break from the Throuple will also help me come back into their story, and the new phase in their lives, with a lot more energy and creativity.

I hope you've all enjoyed the escapades of our legal interns so far!

Cheers,
~Break.