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Section 1
After being lured into their home, Kathleen and Juliette take John to bed, resulting in pleasure for all.
They screamed and moaned, their cries filling the old villa that sat on a Spanish hilltop, a European name carved above its door. John bit his tongue, trying to stay in control between the two women. But Juliette gave a loud whimper, and he lost himself completely, surrendering to the heat that engulfed him. The world blurred into a rush of tangled limbs and gasping breaths.
The girls rubbed their faces against his, their skin slick with sweat. Kathleen pulled away as promised, and John turned to kiss Juliette, his lips trailing down her body. She suppressed a giggle, still trembling from the intensity of it all. Her hands found his hair, guiding him lower.
Kathleen settled between Juliette's open legs, her mind empty of everything but pleasure. Her tongue wandered along Juliette's inner thigh, then found the soft folds at her center. She lost herself in the taste and scent of her friend, her fingers moving in a steady rhythm that made Juliette arch her back. Juliette moaned, her hands sliding over her own breasts, still clad in a light blue spandex shirt she hadn't bothered to remove. The fabric clung to her skin, damp with heat.
Kathleen's tongue delved deeper, finding the warmth at Juliette's core. A light touch of her fingernail sent waves of pleasure rippling through Juliette's body, and she cried out, her hips rising to meet Kathleen's mouth. Kathleen reached up with her free hand to cup her own breast, then felt John's head bend to kiss her tenderly. Juliette's voice was thick with arousal.
"Lick my pussy baby." Poor, she consoled herself.
Kathleen pulled away with a soft laugh, reaching for a pillow and tucking it beneath her hips. She summoned her strength, her body slick with desire, and pulled John closer, guiding him into her. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect pressure that made her gasp. The bed creaked beneath them, a steady rhythm filling the room.
"Do it now, quickly." Juliette called from behind.
Kathleen straddled him, taking him inside her with a shudder. He was the focus of their shared pleasure, caught between the two women, and he surrendered to the feeling. The world narrowed to the rhythm of their bodies, the heat, the closeness. He imagined himself trapped between them, a willing prisoner to their desire, and a twisted grimace of pleasure crossed his face. They moved together, faster, until a shared climax crashed over them like a wave.
Afterward, they lay in a tangle of limbs, breathless and spent. John surfaced from the haze, aware of a presence at the door—a classmate from university, a young man in his twenties who looked just as dazed as he felt. Neither spoke. The young man shook his head, muttered a prayer under his breath, and disappeared into the hallway.
John turned back to the women, who were already drifting toward sleep, their bodies warm against his. He let out a long, slow breath. Paradise, it seemed, was not a place but a moment—and this one had been worth every second.