Intense Amateur FFM Threesome: Friends Go Wild Homemade

Sarah had just gotten off her shift at the coffee shop, still smelling like espresso and vanilla syrup. She kicked off her sneakers at the door of her small apartment, where her roommate Lisa and Lisa’s boyfriend Michael were already sprawled on the couch. The TV droned some dumb reality show in the background, half-watched. Pizza boxes from last night sat open on the coffee table, a couple slices left cold.
Lisa looked up, grinning. Her hair was messy from the day, tank top riding up. “Finally. Thought you’d never show.” She patted the cushion next to her.
Sarah laughed, dropping her bag. “Traffic was hell. What’s the vibe tonight?”
Michael stretched, his t-shirt tight across his chest. He’d been crashing here more often lately. “We were just saying how boring Wednesdays are. Figured we could… spice it up.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. She’d known Lisa since college, and things had gotten flirty a few times after too many drinks. Michael was chill, hot in that easy way. The air felt thicker suddenly.
Lisa reached over, tugging Sarah down beside her. “Come on. Sit.” Her hand lingered on Sarah’s thigh.
Sarah felt the heat rise. “You two planning something?”
Michael smirked. “Only if you’re down.”
Lisa leaned in, kissing Sarah soft at first, testing. Sarah kissed back, surprised how natural it felt. Their tongues met, slow, then hungrier. Michael watched, hand already rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered.
Lisa pulled back, eyes sparkling. “Help me get her clothes off.”
They stripped Sarah quick—tank top over her head, bra unhooked, jeans shoved down. Sarah’s panties were damp already. Lisa kissed her neck while Michael cupped Sarah’s tits, thumbs brushing her nipples hard.
Sarah moaned. “Bedroom?”
“Nah,” Lisa said. “Right here. Couch is fine.”
They moved fast. Lisa pushed Sarah back, spreading her legs. Michael knelt between them, unzipping. His cock sprang out, thick and ready. Lisa wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow.
“Look at this,” Lisa said to Sarah. “You want it?”
Sarah nodded, biting her lip.
They both leaned in. Double blowjob started messy—Lisa licking one side, Sarah the other. Tongues met around the head, saliva dripping. Michael groaned, hands in their hair. “Shit, yeah. Just like that.”
Sarah sucked deeper, gagging a little when he hit her throat. Lisa laughed, then took him all the way, nose to pubes. They traded, sloppy, spit stringing between mouths.
Lisa stood, peeling off her shorts. No panties. She climbed onto the couch, straddling Sarah’s face. “Eat me while he fucks you.”
Sarah dove in, tongue flat against Lisa’s wet pussy. Lisa ground down, moaning loud. Michael positioned behind Sarah, rubbing his cock against her slit. One push—he slid in balls deep.
“Fuck,” Sarah gasped into Lisa’s cunt.
He started thrusting, hard and steady. Skin slapped skin. The couch creaked. Lisa rocked faster, clit swollen against Sarah’s mouth.
“God, your tongue’s good,” Lisa panted.
Michael gripped Sarah’s hips, pounding deeper. “So fucking tight.”
They switched. Lisa got on all fours beside Sarah. Michael pulled out, slick with Sarah’s juices, and slammed into Lisa doggystyle. Close-up view—his cock stretching her pussy, lips gripping him.
Sarah watched, fingering herself. Then she slid under Lisa, sixty-nine style. Tongue on Lisa’s clit while Michael fucked. Lisa ate Sarah back, messy and urgent.
“Switch,” Michael grunted.
He pulled out, cock shiny. Sarah got on hands and knees. He entered her again, rougher now. Lisa knelt in front, kissing Sarah, then pushing her head down so Sarah could lick Michael’s balls while he thrust.
Sweat dripped. The room smelled like sex and leftover pizza. TV still muttered in the background—some ad about car insurance.
Lisa fingered herself watching. “Cum in her. I want to see.”
Michael sped up, grunting. “Gonna… fuck…”
He buried deep, groaning as he came. Hot spurts filled Sarah. She clenched around him, coming hard, shaking.
He pulled out slow. Cum leaked from Sarah’s pussy. Lisa dove in, licking it up, tongue scooping. Sarah whimpered, oversensitive.
They collapsed, breathing heavy. Lisa wiped her mouth, grinning. “That was insane.”
Sarah laughed weakly. “Yeah. Oven’s probably still on from my frozen pizza attempt earlier.”
Michael chuckled, pulling up his boxers. “I’ll turn it off. Don’t want the place burning down after that.”
Lisa grabbed a blanket, tossing it over them. “Round two after we eat?”
Sarah smirked. “Only if there’s more pizza.”
They stayed tangled, catching breath, the normal world creeping back in. But the heat still lingered.