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.

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Emily had just finished unpacking the last box in her tiny dorm room. It was move-in day, and the place still smelled like fresh paint and cheap carpet cleaner. Posters of indie bands were half-taped to the cinderblock wall, her Twin XL bed was made with mismatched sheets from home, and her laptop sat open on the desk blasting some chill playlist. She was 18, blonde, slim, wearing cutoff denim shorts and a loose tank top, hair in a messy ponytail from hauling stuff up three flights of stairs.
Her roommate was out grabbing food with new friends, so the room felt weirdly quiet except for the hum of the mini fridge and distant hallway chatter. Emily flopped onto the bed, scrolling her phone, trying to calm the nervous buzz in her stomach. First day at college. Everything felt big and new.
That’s when Jake knocked. He lived two doors down—tall, broad-shouldered frat pledge type with a backwards cap and easy grin. They’d matched on Tinder literally an hour after she activated her account. “Hey, need help with anything?” he’d messaged. She joked about needing a strong back for boxes, but really she was curious. He showed up fast.
“Damn, you weren’t kidding about the mess,” Jake said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He eyed the half-unpacked suitcase, the pile of clothes on the chair. “Looks like a tornado hit.”
Emily laughed, sitting up. “Yeah, welcome to my chaos. Thanks for coming though. I owe you.”
He shrugged, leaning against the desk. “No big deal. First day vibes are wild, right? You settling in okay?”
They talked for a bit—where she’s from, what major she picked, how loud the hall parties get. The conversation drifted easy, but the air shifted when he sat on the edge of her bed. Close. His knee brushed hers. Emily felt that spark low in her belly. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d only been with one guy back home, quick and awkward in his car. This felt different. Riskier.
Jake’s hand landed on her thigh, casual at first. “You’re cute as hell, you know that?”
Emily bit her lip, heat rising to her cheeks. “You’re not bad yourself.”
He leaned in, kissed her slow. She kissed back harder. Hands started moving—his under her tank top, cupping her small tits, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffened. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it off. His chest was solid, a little hairy, tan from summer.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” she whispered against his mouth.
He grinned, pushing her back gently onto the bed. “Gonna make your first day memorable.”
Clothes came off fast. Her shorts hit the floor, panties yanked down with them. He shoved his jeans and boxers off in one go. Emily’s eyes widened when she saw it—thick, veiny, easily 9 inches, standing straight up, pale skin flushed at the tip. Big white cock. BWC. She’d seen pics online, but real life was different. Intimidating. Exciting.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “That’s… big.”
“You good?” he asked, stroking himself once, slow.
She nodded, spreading her legs a little. “Yeah. Just go slow at first.”
Jake grabbed a condom from his wallet—good, she thought—and rolled it on. He climbed over her, missionary style, knees pushing her thighs wider. The bed creaked under his weight. She hooked her legs around his waist, ankles crossing at his lower back.
He rubbed the head against her slit first, teasing her clit. She was already wet, slick from the kissing. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered.
“Been thinking about this since your message,” she admitted, voice shaky.
He pushed in slow. The stretch burned a little—good burn. Inch by inch until he bottomed out, balls pressed to her ass. Emily gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. Full. So full.
“Shit, tight,” he groaned, holding still to let her adjust.
She breathed through it, rocking her hips a tiny bit. “Okay… move.”
He started thrusting—shallow at first, then deeper. The bed frame banged against the wall. Thump. Thump. She bit her lip to stay quiet—thin walls, people everywhere. But the rhythm built fast. Skin slapped skin. Wet sounds filled the room, mixing with their heavy breathing.
“Fuck me harder,” she whispered, urgent.
Jake hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half. Legs up fuck. Deeper angle now. He hit something inside that made her eyes roll back. “Right there—fuck—right there!”
He pounded faster, grunting with each thrust. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest. Her tits bounced with every slam. Hair stuck to her face. Messy. Real.
“You like that big dick?” he growled low.
“Yes—fuck yes—stretching me so good,” she panted.
Her hand snaked down, rubbing her clit in tight circles. Pressure built fast. Too fast. She clenched around him, thighs shaking.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered.
“Do it. Cum on my cock.”
She did—hard. Body arched, mouth open in a silent cry so neighbors wouldn’t hear. Pussy pulsed, gripping him tight. Waves rolled through her, legs trembling around his neck.
Jake kept going, chasing his own. “Fuck—gonna fill this condom—”
He slammed deep one last time, groaning rough. She felt him throb inside her, pulsing as he came. Heavy breaths. He collapsed half on top of her, both slick with sweat.
They stayed like that a minute, hearts hammering. Then reality crashed back.
“Shit, what time is it?” Emily muttered, glancing at her phone. Orientation stuff in an hour.
Jake pulled out slow, careful. Tied the condom, tossed it in her tiny trash can under the desk. “Gotta bounce before your roommate gets back.”
She laughed weakly, pulling her panties up quick. Cum was already leaking a little—messy. Hot. “Yeah. Go. But… text me later?”
“Bet.” He yanked his clothes on, gave her a quick kiss. “Welcome to college, Em.”
Door clicked shut behind him.
Emily lay there a second, catching her breath. Pussy still tingling, thighs sore. The room smelled like sex and his cologne. She fixed her hair, straightened the sheets best she could. Grabbed her backpack.
First day. Already unforgettable.

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