Burning Off the Roids: 10 Girls Weren’t Enough – Raw Threesome

Title: Burning Off the Roids: 10 Girls Weren’t Enough – Raw Threesome
Keywords: homemade, rough sex, extreme, teen, riding, doggystyle, big boobs, loud moaning, eye rolling, choking, threesome, inked, tattoo, amateur, roids
Jessica slammed the kitchen cabinet shut, the bang echoing through their small apartment. The smell of burnt garlic hung in the air from the half-assed spaghetti she’d thrown together. It was Friday night, TV droning some reality show in the living room, volume low so the neighbors wouldn’t complain again.
Michael stepped in from the hallway, gym bag still slung over his shoulder. His traps looked extra pumped, veins popping under the skin. Another cycle winding down, and the roids were still raging through him. He dropped the bag with a thud.
“Fuck, babe, I’m wired,” he muttered, wiping sweat off his forehead even though he hadn’t showered yet. “Ten girls at that party last weekend and I still feel like I’m gonna explode.”
Jessica turned, hip against the counter, smirking. Her tight tank top stretched over her big tits, nipples already poking through from the AC. Tattoos snaked up her arms and across her collarbone—black roses, thorns, some script in cursive she regretted half the time.
“Yeah? Still not satisfied?” She eyed the bulge already straining his gym shorts. “Thought Ashley and that redhead drained you dry.”
Michael laughed, short and rough. “They tried. Didn’t stick.”
From the couch, Ashley called out lazily. “You two starting without me again?”
She wandered in, still in her oversized hoodie and boy shorts, hair messy from scrolling TikTok all afternoon. At nineteen, she looked every bit the college dropout crashing at her older cousin’s place. Her own ink peeked out—a small heart under her left breast, a dagger on her thigh.
Jessica rolled her eyes but grinned. “Your man’s about to snap, Ash. Better help or he’ll break something.”
Michael didn’t wait for more talk. He grabbed Jessica by the waist, spun her around so her hands slapped the counter. Dishes rattled. He yanked her yoga pants down in one rough pull, exposing her bare ass. No panties—typical.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, palming her cheeks hard enough to leave prints.
Jessica gasped, then laughed breathlessly. “Easy, roid-rage. Neighbors—”
“Let ’em hear.” He shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick, veins bulging, head already slick. He rubbed it against her slit, feeling how wet she already was. “Been thinking about this pussy all day.”
Ashley stepped closer, shedding the hoodie. Her tits bounced free—smaller than Jessica’s but perky, nipples hard. She reached around, grabbing Michael’s shaft, stroking him slow while he teased Jessica’s entrance.
“Share,” Ashley whispered, voice husky.
Michael pushed in hard. Jessica yelped, knuckles whitening on the counter. He bottomed out in one thrust, balls slapping her clit. The stretch burned good.
“Oh shit—fuck!” Jessica’s head dropped forward, hair falling in her face.
He started pounding, fast and mean. Skin slapped loud in the tiny kitchen. The oven timer beeped once, ignored. Spaghetti bubbled over on the stove.
Ashley climbed onto the counter beside them, legs spread. She grabbed Jessica’s hair, pulled her face up. “Look at me while he wrecks you.”
Jessica’s eyes rolled back as Michael slammed deeper. Ashley leaned in, kissing her messy—tongues clashing, spit stringing between them.
Michael pulled out suddenly, cock glistening. “Switch.”
He grabbed Ashley by the hips, flipped her over the counter so her ass hung off the edge. Jessica slid down, kneeling between Ashley’s thighs, licking her clit while Michael lined up behind the younger girl.
Ashley moaned loud the second he shoved in. “Goddamn—yes, fuck me hard!”
He gripped her throat from behind, squeezing just enough. Her eyes fluttered, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a guttural groan. Jessica sucked harder on her clit, fingers digging into Ashley’s thighs.
Michael fucked like he was possessed—short, brutal strokes. Ashley’s tits swung with each thrust, slapping the counter. Jessica reached up, pinching a nipple, twisting.
“Fuck—gonna cum already,” Ashley panted. “Choke me tighter—”
He did. Her face flushed red, eyes rolling white. A gush of wet heat coated his cock as she came, shaking, cursing.
Michael pulled out, spun Jessica around. “Your turn to ride.”
Jessica climbed up, straddling him as he sat back on a kitchen chair that creaked under his weight. She sank down slow at first, then slammed her hips down hard. Her big tits bounced in his face. He sucked one nipple, biting just enough to make her hiss.
Ashley recovered, straddling Michael’s face backward so Jessica could lean forward and eat her out again. The chair rocked dangerously.
Jessica rode faster, grinding her clit against his pelvis. “Fuck—your cock’s so thick—gonna cum—”
Michael bucked up, meeting her thrusts. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her, one finger teasing her backdoor.
Ashley ground down on his tongue, moaning. “Eat that pussy—yes—”
Jessica came first—loud, body jerking, nails raking Michael’s shoulders. Her walls clenched hard around him.
He growled into Ashley’s cunt. “Gonna fill her up—”
Jessica kept riding through her orgasm, milking him. Michael exploded, hips jerking, pumping deep inside her. Hot spurts flooded her pussy, leaking out around his shaft.
Ashley came again seconds later, thighs clamping his head, squirting a little on his chin.
They stilled, panting. The kitchen smelled like sex, burnt food, and sweat.
Jessica slid off slowly, cum dripping down her thigh. She laughed shakily. “Jesus. The pasta’s fucked.”
Michael wiped his mouth, grinning. “Worth it.”
Ashley hopped down, legs wobbly. “Shower. All three of us. Then maybe round two before the neighbors call the cops.”
Jessica pulled her pants up halfway, not bothering to wipe. “Oven’s still on. Someone turn that shit off.”
Michael reached over, killed the burner. The smoke alarm gave one weak chirp and quit.
They stumbled toward the bathroom, laughing, bumping into walls, still half-naked.
Just another Friday night.