After all these years of knowing her, Max shouldn’t have been surprised when Chloe went through with this godawful idea. Because of course Rachel had told her about it and of course Chloe had jumped on the bandwagon and gotten the T-shirts printed the following day. The obscene black letters on the shirt taunting her as she read them for the 10th time that day.
“There’s nothing a good orgasm can’t fix.”
How Max had ever agreed to go out with Chloe wearing that, she couldn’t fathom. Oh wait, maybe the punk’s head between her legs this morning had something to do with it. Hhmm yes, that was a potential explanation.
So here they were, strolling along the halls of an upscale mall on a Saturday noon. Some of Max’s favourite hipster stores were having sales and Chloe had offered to drive her so they could spend some time together.
The two walked hand in hand while window shopping, only breaking apart when entering a store to explore its items. The trip usually ended pretty quickly in a few of them when their eyes landed on the price tag of the article on sale; clearly their definition of “Sale” grossly differed from Max and Chloe’s, seeing how even on discount the apparel still cost more than Max’s entire budget.
“Absolutely not!” Chloe voiced her opinion when Max came out of the dressing room of a shop within her price-range. “You look like a stuffed pepper.”
“Stuffed peppers are tasty.” Max pouted while looking down at the oversized and puffy green jacket she was trying on.
“You know what else is tasty?” The punk asked as she got up and approached Max with her best flirtatious eyes.
“I have a feeling you will enlighten me.” Max bit her lip when Chloe leaned in, already guessing the answer.
“A hot.” The punk’s lips ghosted over the brunette’s.
“Mhm”
“Slice of pizza!” Chloe stepped away to gaze upon the photographer whose face was a mixture of disappointment and bewilderment. “I’m gonna go grab a bite, want anything?”
“Again?! You just ate. Was the towering stack of pancakes you had for breakfast not enough?!” Max inquired completely baffled. And maybe a bit envious of Chloe’s bottomless stomach.
“You’re right. I did have a hearty meal.” Chloe winked.
“That’s not what I meant!” Max’s cheeks blazed hot despite having played along Chloe’s game mere seconds ago.
“But it is what I meant.” Chloe retorted before striding out the store and leaving Max to decide whether she wanted to impersonate a green pepper or not.
Chloe made her way down the escalators to an open area that served as the food court, looking over all her options even though she knew what she was craving.
“Bingo!” The punk said aloud when she saw a 70s style van that had been completely repurposed to house a miniature kitchen for making Italian-style pizza. The smell of dough evenly cooking in the small oven wafting in the air.
There was a bit of a line, but it seemed worth the wait. Plus, Max was probably going to take her time trying on the rest of the clothes.
Chloe was absently scrolling through her phone when she noticed a pair of big bright brown eyes glued to her. They were darting from her hair to her shirt and squinting at it. Before the punk new how to react, the little girl turned to tug the shirt of a middle-aged woman, presumably her mother, with short blonde hair and big black sunglasses resting atop her head.
“Mom, what’s ogasm mean?” The kid asked with all the genuine curiosity of a six-year old as it mispronounced the word.
“A what?” The mother repeated distractedly only to have the child point at Chloe’s shirt as a form of answering.
The scandalized look on the mother’s face would have been hilarious if it wasn’t shortly followed by her gearing up for a fight.
“How dare you walk around with such a crude shirt!?” The woman demanded and proceeded to shield her child’s eyes as if it had seen a car crash.
“You prefer I not wear one?”
If Karen’s-that’s what Chloe had dubbed her-jaw could have unhinged and drop to the floor, it would have.
“The profanity! Teaching my child such bad words!”
“Dude, I ain’t teaching your child anything. And since when is ‘orgasm’ considering a bad word?” Chloe brought her hands in front, palm facing upwards in a “What the hell” gesture.
Karen’s eyes widened at the sound of the apparently forbidden term.
“That’s it! I want to speak to a manager. This is unacceptable behaviour!”
“The manager? Of what? The entire mall?” Chloe asked without masking a small chuckle. “Look lady, you’re clearly tensed. But you know what could fix that?” Chloe’s lips split into her characteristic evil grin before pointing to her shirt.
By this point the mother’s ears were as hot as an oven top and Chloe could have sworn she saw steam eject from them.
With one last scathing look, Karen grabbed her daughter’s hand and stormed off angrily grumbled to herself about this not being the end and having her be kicked out the mall.
“And I’m the one with anger issues.” Chloe said aloud while taking up Karen’s spot which was great because she could now place her order faster.
Ten minutes later, the punk was munching on a gigantic slice of pizza the size of her head.
“Your appetite will never seize to amaze me.” Max remarked when the two met up again.
“I am indeed astonishing.” Chloe’s words came out mumbled as she didn’t wait to swallow her mouthful of food.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I said.” The brunette rolled her eyes while playfully nudging her girlfriend who rested her free arm around Max’s shoulders.
“By the way, this top sure is a conversation stirrer.”
“Oh no. Chloe what happened?” Max cast a concerning look towards the punk, finding the use of ‘conversation’ suspicious since it was coming from Chloe.
The punk explained the bizarre affairs that transpired, watching Max’s face morph from shock to miserably failing to hold in her laughter.
“I knew that shirt was a bad idea.” Max said while surreptitiously trying to steal a piece of pizza.
“You mean fantastic. Cause of it she left, and I could take her spot in line.” Chloe countered before giving Max a bite and placing a kiss on her head as the two made their way back to the car.
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From the moment she got up, Rachel knew it would be one of those days. The ones that made her fidget with unease and the coil in the pit of her stomach wound up like a clock. It made her skin prickle, and her mind flash images that only served to rile her up further. She had tried to find some reprieve in the shower before going to rehearsals to no avail. Her fingers would simply not do the trick this time. To make matters worse, she had overslept and by the time she was up both her partners had gone out shopping depriving her of their hands.
At work, things did not improve. Rachel was easily distracted which caused her to get further frustrated with herself and colleagues even if it wasn’t their fault. So, suffice to say, by the time she got back home, Rachel was tenser than a compressed spring. The only silver lining in all this had been that she had had plenty of time to think about exactly how she wanted to be taken by her girlfriends.
After a thorough shower, which had not helped in the slightest to cool off, Rachel sat at the table to eat dinner. Or at least tried to. Her stomach was tied into a knot while concurrently fluttering with anticipation.
“Rachel? Are you okay?” Max asked when she noticed her girlfriend had barely touched her food, altering between rolling a cherry tomato back and forth on her plate and trying to stab it.
“If by okay you mean how I haven’t stopped thinking how the both of you can fuck me till I pass out then, yes, I’m fantastic.” Rachel answered with absolutely zero filters on. She knew the question came from genuine concern, but she had reached her limit and since patience was never a virtue of hers, she simply had to get the ball rolling or risk auto-combustion. “Think you can do that?” She eyed both of her girlfriends.
Somewhere in the background, Rachel registered the cluttering sound of a utensil falling onto a plate while Max choked on her bite of potato.
“Shit-um yeah. We can do that.” Chloe finally voiced. Pale blues suddenly engulfed by black while Max vigorously nodded, having been caught off guard by the earnestness of the reply.
“Excellent. Are you done with dinner?” Rachel inquired and was pleased when both got up a bit too eagerly, knocking the table with their sudden movements that it was borderline comical.
The model led the way to her room, shutting the door behind her with a determinant click and switching the lights on the lowest setting. Once she put her phone on silent, she turned to her girlfriends.
“Max, love, go sit on the bed and enjoy the show. Oh, and you might want to lose all of this.” Rachel ordered Max, gesturing at her clothes and without waiting for a response pulled Chloe to her to smash their lips into a heady kiss. Tongue licking the roof of the punk’s mouth and greedy hands roaming over a firm back.
Chloe rebounded quickly from the sudden onslaught and was soon steadying Rachel by the nape to deepen the kiss while her free hand snaked under the model’s shirt.
Rachel moaned in approval when she felt the punk squeeze her breast over her bra, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her clit like a dark find the bullseye.
“Undress me.” The blonde breathed out onto Chloe’s neck from where she had been planting open-mouthed kisses. Nipping at the skin and feeling the punk’s pulse quicken.
“Yes ma’am.” Chloe quipped but got to work nonetheless, making sure to alter between running her tongue or lips on the newly exposed skin of Rachel’s tanned shoulders, all the way to her stomach as Chloe kneeled to pull down the model’s pants.
Once Rachel was completely free from all her clothes, she turned her attention to Max whose hands had balled into white-knuckled fists, twisting the bedsheets underneath her in order to keep them to herself and not drift off between her legs. She now knew all to well the consequences of touching herself without permission and was in no hurry to experience the sensation of a ruined or denied orgasm.
Instead, Max’s eyes trailed down Rachel’s lithe body, over soft curves and rare beauty marks until they landed on pink glistening folds. The brunette sucked in her breath at the sight before having her focus shift to Rachel’s hand who was running two fingers along the inner folds to collect some of the moisture. With a knowing smile, Rachel placed her wet fingers on Max’s lips, spreading her essence across pink lips which parted to wrap around them.
“Good girl.” Rachel praised, feeling her blood sizzle bellow her skin at the sight. “I want you to wear the strap.” Her voice was low as she crawled on top of Max who scooched up the bed for more space. “And I want you to wear the other one.” Rachel turned her head to address Chloe.
“Fuck.” The punk’s jaw immediately tightened as she visibly shivered. A reaction that confused Max.
“What other?” The brunette asked. Curiosity piqued.
“Oh right. You haven’t seen this one before.” The model faced Max again. “It’s smaller than the one you will wear and well, there’s no tactful way of saying this, Chloe will take me from behind.”
“Oh.” Max’s eyes widened upon comprehension.
“I know this is something new, so let us know if it gets too much.” Despite the intensity of her desire, one that burned deep inside, Rachel would always prioritise her partner’s comfort.
Max’s first response came in the form of a long kiss, conferring her gratitude. “I will, promise. Now let us take care of you.” Max leaned up again to kiss her, feeling the blonde melt into the touch.
Rachel showed her appreciation by trailing plush lips down the brunette’s freckled neck, down and down until she was sealing them around an erect nipple and sucking hard. Relishing in the small sounds that escaped her girlfriend’s mouth.
The brunette was soft and pliable beneath her and for a moment Rachel considered chucking her initial plan out the window so she could sink into Max and make the photographer cry out her name. But then Max slid her hand between them to graze the pads of her fingers on the blonde’s clit and honest to God, Rachel almost mulled; head drooping to rest on Max’s chest as her hips buckled.
“Fuck” Rachel gasped as her mind swirled in a sea of pleasure. How was it possible to forget how wet she was? The reminder coming in the form of a drop trickling down her leg and, hell, she hadn’t even been properly touched yet.
It was then that the bed besides them dipped, announcing Chloe’s return who in the meantime, had discarded her clothes as well and was now carrying two equipped harnesses and a bottle of lube.
“Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.” Chloe said, coming to rest behind Rachel and placing a hand on the blonde’s lower back, incentivizing her to spread her legs further apart.
That’s when she heard the clicking sound of a bottle open and soon after felt Chloe slowly spread her right cheek apart and run a lube-coated finger over her entrance.
The cool temperature of the gel made her breath hitch as a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered in her stomach in anticipation.
Meanwhile, Max’s heart was hammering in her chest as she watched Rachel’s eyes fog with pleasure, jaw going slack at what she assumed was Chloe gradually pushing in one finger. This was new, it was exciting, and it made Max want to repeat the whole situation until she had tasted every position.
A shudder ran down Rachel’s spine when Chloe introduced a second finger once she felt the other relax around her and take in more.
“You good?” The punk asked, tilting her head to the side to study the model’s face for any form of discomfort.
“Mm yes, more.” Rachel nodded, pushing back down on Chloe who happily obliged by curling her fingers.
Rachel’s mind started feeling fuzzy. Between the punk stretching her open and Max’s tongue on her throat it was becoming painfully clear that she wasn’t going to last for very long. And why deny herself?
And so, Rachel began rubbing her wet core against Max’s thigh. Pressing down on the taught muscle in an attempt to find as much purchase as she could; given she was smearing her essence all over the brunette which wasn’t helping her maintain a steady rhythm.
As if reading her mind, Chloe firmly pressed down on Rachel’s waist while simultaneously driving two fingers inside her with more abandon.
“Yesyesyes” Rachel cried out as she came with a low moan while squeezing around two fingers. This orgasm served to take the edge off but was not nearly enough to satisfy her. Far, far from it. At least now she was considerably more relaxed which worked in her favour for what was to come.
“Chloe, baby, get Max and yourself ready.” The blonde said after catching her breath and allowing Chloe to pull out gently.
“I can help.” Max offered, propping herself on one elbow only to have Rachel halt the movement by pressing down on her sternum.
“I’m afraid you’ll be otherwise preoccupied babygirl.” Rachel grinned at seeing Max’s eyes dilate at the new pet name and Chloe quietly curse under her breath. Oh, it was so easy to coax such wonderful reactions from them both.
With a final push and a feral grin, Rachel straddled her girlfriend’s face, letting out a content sigh at the feel of a hot tongue lapping at the edges of her soaking entrance. Slowly and thoroughly savouring every drop of her release.
“Huh” Rachel chuckled as her hooded eyes gazed down on Max. “Looks like someone was still hungry.”
Max was doing a fantastic job at warming Rachel up when the brunette suddenly groaned, making Rachel feel every single vibration.
Apparently, Chloe had parted the photographer’s legs and was getting a small treat herself.
“Chlo, that’s not what I meant by ‘get her ready’.” Rachel reprimanded the punk.
“Hey, you can’t blame me for wanting a taste.” Chloe countered, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand.
“I guess not but hurry it up. I need you both inside me, sooner rather than later.”
“Shit, yeah.” Chloe stepped into gear, putting on her strap before grabbing the second. “Max, babe, lift your hips for me.” She said and began easing it on Max and fastening the harnesses around the brunette’s thighs.
Rachel allowed herself to indulge in Max’s tongue dipping inside her for a few more minutes before shuffling down to steal a kiss form Max, tasting herself on the other’s lips.
Chloe had already lathered more lube on both toys, a gesture Rachel couldn’t be more grateful for as it meant she could sit back and without further delay, align the girthy length to her entrance while maintaining eyesight with a heavy-breathing Max beneath her.
A throaty moan tore from the model’s lips as she lowered herself down the smooth silicon dildo, revelling in the stretch. God, she had waited for this, dreamed about it all day. Now the pleasure was coursing through her veins and pulsing in her clit as Rachel began a gradual roll of the hips to adjust but soon, was twisting her upper body to face Chloe and share a heated kiss.
Fuck, what an intoxicating combination. Like mixing more than one kind of drinks together. One type of alcohol being the feel of Max’s hips twitching each time Rachel ground against her causing the base of the strap to press on that sensitive bundle of nerves. The other type, Chloe’s hands running along the length of her body, dipping to rub her swollen clit.
“Ready?” Chloe asked after nibbling on the blonde’s earlobe, hands coming to rest on her hips.
Rachel simply nodded before leaning forward to rest on her forearms, coming face to face with Max who tucked a few stray blonde locks behind Rachel’s ear.
Carefully, Chloe aligned herself behind the blonde and slowly parted her cheeks, rubbing the head of the shorter toy at the puckered flesh.
Rachel’s breath caught in her throat when she felt the first few inches slide in. She wasn’t going to lie; the added pressure was a lot to take in…
Damn it Max and your puns! She cursed to herself. Now was not the time. Or ever.
Thankfully, her focus recentred to Chloe and the feeling of the toy nudging the second one already inside her.
“Breathe, babe.” Chloe urged her girlfriend after pausing once she bottomed out. Giving Rachel time to adjust and run a soothing hand down her tensed spine.
Rachel had never felt so full. It was as if air could no longer take up space in her lungs. Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire. Everything was too much but at the same time barely enough.
“G-give me a moment.” Rachel breathed heavily through her nose.
“Do you need us to pull-“ Max began to say.
“No! No, I’m okay. Just need a moment.” The model interrupted, giving Max a small smile to reassure her girlfriend, having heard Max’s voice laced with concern. Pulling out was the last thing she needed them to do.
And so, Rachel concentrated on her breathing and allowing her body to relax. Once the initial shock had faded, the blonde made a few experimental rolls of the hip until the slight pain, exquisite as it may had been, started to bleed into bliss.
“We’ll start moving, okay?” Chloe took the cue, noticing at the same time Rachel loosen around the toy enough that she could move.
“God, yes.” Rachel almost pleaded, unable to handle this inaction any longer.
The punk placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder while Max massaged her arms, trying to relieve some of the tension. This right here; sandwiched between the women she loved and feeling utterly filled was the only way to sate that ravenous hunger which had consumed her since this morning.
It took them a couple of attempts to find the right rhythm but by the time they did, Rachel’s arms were trembling from trying to keep herself held up.
“Fuck. I need both of you to fuck me harder. Make me come.”
“Are you sure?” Chloe asked, followed by Max.
“We don’t want to hurt you.”
Rachel appreciated the thoughtfulness, she really did. But she also wanted to be fucked until she forgot her own name.
“I want to be able to feel you both for the next two days.” Rachel said in a firm voice that left no room for debate. “So now.” She braced herself. “Fuck.Me.Harder.” Rachel punctuated each word by sinking with force on the toys.
Message received, Max wrapped her arms around the model, pulling her so they were chest to chest and keeping her in place while Chloe’s hands came to hold tightly on her hips. With Rachel’s head now nestled in the nook of Max’s neck, the brunette could lock eyes with Chloe as they began to thrust into their girlfriend with increasing speed.
“Fuckfuckfuck. You both feel so good.” Rachel managed to say in a strained voice as all air was being pushed out her lungs. Her fists were balled tight around the bedsheets, breath hot against Max’s neck while she was being taken completely by her partners.
Rachel’s eyes rolled at the back of her head when Max shifted, causing the dildo to press in all the right places and effectively rendering her inebriated mind to lose all capacity to form comprehensible sentences.
This was precisely what the model craved for. To be filled and stretched. To have her body writhing from pleasure and completely letting go.
The blonde was holding on with teeth and nails wanting this sensation to last forever but she knew it was over when Chloe’s hand snaked between hers and Max’s body to sturdily press down on her aching clit.
Rachel, in all her years alive, had never experienced a blackout. Sheer delectation sunk its nails deep into her core and propelled her to the heavens as she came with a gush of liquid that surely must have wet Max and Chloe.
Seeing their partner come completely undone was enough to drag Chloe and Max under as well. Rachel’s high on oxytocin brain scantily made out Chloe hunching over her back and the hot puffs of breath on her ear as the punk came by grinding against her ass and Max holding onto her tightly, hips buckling.
All three collapsed on the bed in a pile of heaving bodies after Chloe and Max carefully pulled out with Rachel having the faint suspicion that she must have screamed her orgasm, even if she didn’t recall doing it, because her throat felt coarse.
“Rach, how are you? You good?” Chloe mumbled from somewhere besides her.
“Thoroughly fucked.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Max strained to move under all the weight above her so she could grab a bottle of water for the blonde.
“Thanks love.” Rachel took the offered water and downed half of it before passing it along to Chloe.
“Do you want me to run you a bath?” Max offered.
“I’m not sure my legs are functional right now.”
“I’ll carry you.” Chloe made to get up.
“My hero. I suppose we should all take one, I did kind of make a mess.” Rachel looked around at the ruined sheets.
“Worth it.” Chloe smirked while Max blushed making Rachel smile. She loved how contradicting the brunette could be.
One hot bath later, the three lay utterly spent in bed watching silly videos on Max’s phone, feeling their eyelids heavy with sleep before inevitably passing out.
