Horny Schoolgirls Beg for Anal in Homemade Threesome

Sarah and Emily had just gotten back from after-school detention. The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and some dumb reality show blaring from the living room TV. Both girls were still in their school uniforms—white blouses half-untucked, pleated skirts riding up a little too high from sitting all day, knee-high socks pushed down around their ankles. They were supposed to be studying for finals, but the textbooks lay forgotten on the kitchen table next to empty soda cans and chip bags.
Sarah’s older brother Michael was home alone, sprawled on the couch in sweatpants and a faded band tee, scrolling his phone. He was 22, worked nights at a warehouse, and usually ignored his little sister’s friends. But today the girls were giggling louder than usual, bumping hips as they raided the fridge for snacks.
Emily bent over to grab a yogurt from the bottom shelf. Her skirt flipped up, showing plain white cotton panties stretched tight over her ass. Michael glanced up, then did a double-take. Sarah caught him staring and smirked.
“See something you like?” Sarah teased, popping open a can of soda.
Michael shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Just wondering why you’re both dressed like that still. School ended hours ago.”
Emily straightened up, licking yogurt off her spoon slowly. “We like the uniforms. Makes us feel… naughty.”
Sarah laughed, stepping closer to her brother. “She’s not wrong. We’ve been talking about you all day, actually.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What about me?”
Emily moved beside Sarah, their shoulders touching. “About how you’ve got that big cock we keep hearing rumors about from your ex. And how we’d love to find out if it’s true.”
The room got quiet except for the TV laugh track. Michael’s dick twitched in his sweats. He set his phone down. “You two are trouble.”
Sarah reached out and palmed the growing bulge through the fabric. “We know. That’s why we’re here.”
Emily bit her lip, watching Sarah’s hand move. “We’ve been horny since lunch. Detention made it worse. We fingered each other under the desk thinking about getting fucked.”
Michael groaned softly as Sarah squeezed. “Jesus. You serious?”
“Dead serious,” Emily said, tugging her blouse open one button at a time. No bra underneath—just perky tits with hard pink nipples.
Sarah dropped to her knees first, yanking Michael’s sweats down. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. Emily knelt beside her, both girls staring like they’d won a prize.
“Fuck, it’s bigger than I thought,” Sarah muttered.
They took turns licking up the shaft, sloppy and eager. Tongues met around the head, kissing with his dick between them. Michael leaned back, hands in their hair, guiding but not forcing.
After a minute Sarah pulled off with a wet pop. “We want it in our asses. Both of us.”
Michael blinked. “You sure? You ever done anal before?”
Emily nodded, cheeks flushed. “We practiced with toys last weekend. We want the real thing. Raw. No condoms.”
Sarah stood up, turned around, and bent over the kitchen table. She flipped her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. Her asshole winked at him, already shiny from the lube they’d snuck in earlier. Emily did the same right next to her, ass to ass, both holes presented like an offering.
Michael stood, stroking himself. The kitchen smelled like leftover pizza and teenage perfume. The TV droned on in the background—some guy yelling about drama.
He stepped up behind Sarah first. Spat on his fingers, rubbed her tight ring, then pressed the head of his cock against it. She hissed, pushing back. “Slow… fuck, yeah, like that.”
He sank in inch by inch. Her ass gripped him like a vice, hot and tight. Sarah moaned loud, knuckles white on the table edge. “Oh god, it’s stretching me so good.”
Emily watched, fingers circling her own clit. “My turn next. Don’t cum yet.”
Michael fucked Sarah steady, not too fast. Skin slapped softly against skin. Her moans mixed with little whimpers every time he bottomed out. Sweat beaded on her lower back, making the blouse stick.
After a few minutes he pulled out, cock glistening. Emily was already wiggling her ass impatiently. He switched over, lined up, and pushed. Emily gasped louder than Sarah had. “Fuck! It’s thicker than our plug!”
He held her hips, thrusting deeper. Emily rocked back to meet him, babbling. “Harder… pound my ass, Michael.”
Sarah crawled over the table to kiss Emily, tongues messy while Michael railed her friend. Then Sarah slid down, licking where his cock disappeared into Emily’s stretched hole. She tongued his balls, then Emily’s pussy, making everything wetter and sloppier.
Michael felt his balls tighten. “Gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?”
“Inside me first,” Emily begged. “Fill my ass.”
He gripped harder, slamming in deep. Emily cried out, body shaking as he unloaded—hot spurts flooding her guts. He groaned, hips jerking.
When he pulled out, cum leaked from her gaping hole. Sarah dove in immediately, licking it up, tongue-fucking the creamy mess back inside.
“My turn to cum,” Sarah said, voice hoarse. She pushed Michael onto a chair, straddled him reverse, and sank her ass down on his still-hard cock. Emily stood in front, grinding her pussy on Sarah’s face while fingering herself.
Sarah bounced, ass cheeks clapping. Michael reached around, rubbing her clit. Emily leaned down to suck Sarah’s tits through the half-open blouse.
It didn’t take long. Sarah came hard, ass clenching around him, muffled screams into Emily’s cunt. Emily followed seconds later, squirting a little on Sarah’s chin.
Michael pulled out just in time for the second load—ropes of cum painting both girls’ asses and lower backs. They giggled, out of breath, cum dripping down thighs onto the kitchen floor.
The oven timer beeped—Sarah had forgotten about the frozen pizza. She stood on shaky legs, skirt still hiked up, cum running down her leg. “Shit, that’s gonna burn.”
Emily laughed, wiping her mouth. “Worth it.”
Michael tucked himself away, shaking his head. “You two are insane.”
Sarah grinned, pulling panties back into place over the mess. “Yeah, but you loved it. Next time bring lube. We want DP.”
They cleaned up quick—paper towels, a spray of air freshener—before their mom got home. The pizza was a little charred, but nobody complained.