California Dreamin’ Pt. 08

Literotic asexstories – California Dreamin’ Pt. 08 by somethingfar,somethingfar
All characters are over the age of 18.

If you’ve read any of my other stories, you know I’m a sucker for a happy ending. While ‘guy gets the girl and the girl’s now t-girl / former boyfriend’ isn’t exactly a Hallmark movie, it makes -me- happy. And, it makes me even more happy that you’ve read this far. No big drama or revelations in this chapter, just a one more steamy sexytime and maybe a neat bow to tie up the relationship status of our favorite, adorable throuple.

There may be a sequel to California Dreamin’ at some point in the future, as I bet there’s still lots of story left to tell. After eight chapters and more than a hundred thousand words though, this will wrap the first phase in Jack, Sloane, and Quinn’s new shared life. Let me know in the comments if you’d be interested in a ‘Part 2′.

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I woke, somehow still on the edge of my twin bed. I was big spoon in this narrow silverware drawer and had an arm draped over them. I carefully rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand. I grinned widely, seeing both pieces of good news I’d hoped for. Our luggage had arrived at the airport and was out for delivery, and more importantly, all the roads were open. I slid out of bed and stood to gaze at them, just watching them for a moment as they slept.

I padded into the kitchen and hugged my parents as they drank their coffee. It had taken some growing up on my part, and maybe a little vicarious experience with the girls’ parents to realize how amazing mine really were. My few months away in California didn’t feel much like growing up, but I knew now that it was.

They were grudgingly happy that our trip was back on, and gave me the usual speech about driving safely and making good decisions. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat with them. Sloane came out a while later in sweats, and still testing the structural integrity of my Zelda shirt. My mom gave her a bit of stink eye, but beamed when Sloane kissed the top of my head and hugged me around the shoulders.

I left the two of them sitting there, chatting about something I’d immediately tuned out. I went back to my room to start gathering our stuff. Quinn was already dressed and had nearly finished, neatly re-packing everything we’d brought in.

Packed and loaded up, we hugged my parents goodbye in the driveway. The girls gushed at their hospitality and for creating Jack. Wow, that’s not awkward at all… My cheeks flushed as I separated myself and climbed into the driver’s seat. I watched my dad nod appreciatively as the large V8 roared to life. We all waved as we pulled away.

“Whew, glad that’s over with,” I said.

“Your parents are amazing,” said Sloane, “be nice.”

“Yes, they’re just the best ever… but they’re still my parents. Great visit, but it was long enough. And I’m a little eager to get where we’re we going.”

“No argument there.” She pulled out her phone and punched our destination into the large navigation screen. “Just over a hundred miles, that’s not too bad.”

“It’ll be longer with the snow, but yeah, not bad.” I gazed out the window, actually glad for the change in weather. LA’s sunshine was nice, but something about the overcast sky and lightly falling snow was calming. I snapped out of my reverie when I heard a noise from the back seat.

“Ooohhh…” Quinn’s voice drifted forward. “These seats have massage.”

I glanced in the mirror. She’d reclined the captain’s char and was slowly writhing against the soft leather. Sloane raised an eyebrow.

“Go on,” I grinned. “I don’t mind being the chauffeur for you lovely ladies. Just remember this later…” I added.

Sloane undid her seatbelt and climbed into the second row. After a moment of fiddling with the myriad buttons, she was similarly enamored with the plush seats. I looked back again and smiled at them, holding hands over the armrest.

We made our way east, traffic moving well, but at about half the speed limit over the plowed and packed snow. The Land Rover amazingly didn’t even register that we were driving on anything other than dry pavement. I set the cruise control and just gazed out the window as the familiar landscape rolled by. The snow blanketing everything was still clean, not yet to the dirty road-spray color it probably would be in a few days. Even without direct sunlight, everything gleamed bright and white.

I was partially transported back to my childhood as we drove, sitting in the back seat of my parents car. There was something exciting about making a trip in the snow, especially near the first part of the season where it was still magical and new. Everyone took their time and marveled at the way it completely changed things, obscuring the sharp edges and making things softer.

My reverie was cut short as I heard a wet slurping noise from the back, mingled with a low moan that was definitely familiar. I adjusted my angle to look in the mirror. Sloane had leaned over the armrest, her head in Quinn’s lap and her lips stretched around her cock. My own responded in kind.

“Jesus, you two…” I scolded playfully. “It’s a good thing the windows are tinted.” We were just happening to be passing a semi on our right.

“You want some next?” said Quinn, between happy sounds.

“Raincheck,” I said, adjusting my growing hard-on. “Don’t wanna kill us…”

“Smart,” said Sloane, briefly coming up for air.

Another slow gasp told me she had slid back down Quinn’s shaft.

“Oh, yeah…” she cooed. “Just like that.”

I found it increasingly hard to pay attention to the road and finally forced my eyes forward. A series of oohs and fuck yesses a moment later telegraphed what was happening. I listened as Quinn’s bare ass slapped against the soft leather in time with her thrusting, before tapering off.

They sat up and leaned over to kiss. I allowed myself a glance in the rearview to see their tongues lapping at each other.

“I love it when you share,” said Quinn, licking her lips as they pulled apart.

I was fully hard and trusting the cruise control to do the job of my currently incapacitated right leg.

“Sorry,” said Sloane, “that wasn’t nice.”

“I thought it was very nice,” Quinn cut in.

“I was just a little horny, thinking about last night…”

“And did giving Q some road head help out with that, or make it worse?”

She giggled and half whimpered. “Kinda the second thing.”

I watched them share a look in the mirror. Before I could even register, Sloan’s pants were around her ankles and Quinn was fingering her. Thank god I can’t see it in the mirror…

Even with slow traffic, the drive wasn’t horrible. Well, no more horrible than my horny girlfriends being naughty in the backseat without me.

I watched the GPS as we neared the ski resort. The pin for our rental appeared to be on the mountain itself, which I didn’t quite understand until we arrived. I pulled into the driveway and gasped as I realized where we were. Just beyond the house was a wide opening in the trees. Just beyond that was a groomed ski run. As I stopped, I watched a few people whiz down the hill.

“Sloane…” I said slowly. “This must have cost a fortune.”

“My parents send their best wishes,” she said sarcastically. “But yeah, it was a bit.”

We loaded out and approached the cabin. While it did look somewhat cabin-like and wasn’t huge, the home was obviously high-end. Clear cedar lap siding covered most of the walls, and the roof was covered with some kind of dark tile. The black window casings finished the structure’s modern craftsman vibe. We strolled up to the front door and realized it had to be at least eight or nine feet tall, and half again as wide as a normal door. Sloane took out her phone and launched an app, the door handle flashing a green light and unlocking in front of us.

“Wow…” I said quietly. “Fancy.”

We strolled inside, the temperature already toasty warm. The inside was even more impressive that the exterior. While it retained the open-beam and exposed wood one would expect of a ski cabin, all the finishes were high end. The concrete and tile floors were heated from below and gave off radiant warmth. Quinn and I shared a gasp as we walked into the living room. I heard her choke back a little sob as we stared up at the fifteen-foot, already decorated Christmas tree.

“Ohmigod, Sloane… this is amazing!” Quinn pulled her into a hug and spun around. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad it makes you happy.”

“I woulda been happy at home in that beachfront dump…” Quinn sniffed, grinning. “Jack, can you believe this?”

“It’s pretty epic,” I said, still gazing around. “And I can’t believe it’s a ski-out… we’re gonna have so much fun here.”

“The kitchen and bar are already fully stocked,” Sloane continued. “Hopefully the shopping list meets my chefs’ approvals… there’s two bedrooms, both have king beds. I figured we’d only need one though,” she added.

I joined their hug and held them against my chest. “Yes, just the one I think. But that will wait. Let’s ski!”

We quickly unloaded our suitcases and stashed our things in the massive bedroom’s walk-in closet. Sloane mentioned that she’d already dealt with our rentals and lift tickets. Just off the entryway was a special closet for equipment. Inside, I found top-of-the-line skis and boots for all of us, the sizes perfect. Hanging on each set was a lanyard with an all-access lift ticket.

“You really outdid yourself,” I giggled. “Seriously, this is amazing… thank you.” I hugged and kissed her. “Let’s go get ready.”

We donned our new winter gear and I packed the skis out to the front deck. It had a ramp attached to a gap in the railing, obviously for the cabin’s occupants to easily make it to the nearest run adjacent the house. It would be a bit of a chore to hike back up from the same run, but that was a small price to pay for the proximity and convenience. We did a quick equipment check and pulled our goggles on.

In no time at all, we were carving our way down our private access path and onto Barry’s Blitz, the green run on the far southern side of the mountain. I fell right back into the familiar motions and slow build of adrenaline as my speed increased. The girls flanked me, neatly S-turning in sync with me. Only being able to see exposed mouths, we all shared wide grins.

We got four nice runs in before noon. Sloane bombed the last half of the run and handily beat us to the lodge. We stashed our skis and made our way inside for food and drinks. As we ordered burgers, I insisted that we get bloody Mary’s to go with, as that’s what my dad had always said was the only acceptable drink for skiing. I honestly didn’t know why, but nobody argued. We scarfed our lunch and headed back up to the summit.

After two more runs, the wind picked up and began blowing the falling snow sideways. We’d just slid off the lift when the operator gave us the finger twirl last one signal. We nodded back and took the southward trail back toward our temporary home. I slowed about halfway down the run, trying to remember which gap in the trees we were supposed to take. I spied the steep peak of the cabin’s roof and stopped to wave them down. I was unfortunately correct about the hike back. Carrying skis, it took us ten minutes of hard effort to trudge our way back to the cabin.

“Jesus, my hammies are out of shape,” I said as we stepped inside. “Gonna feel that tomorrow,” I groaned.

“I may have a surprise for you that will help,” said Sloane. “If you guys can put skis away and, I dunno… maybe make us some adult beverages?”

“Deal,” said Quinn. “I don’t know what the surprise is, but a beverage sounds nice.”

Sloane grinned and disappeared back to the bedroom. I hoped the surprise ended up involving less clothing, but couldn’t figure how that might help my sore muscles. Quinn and I raided the well-stocked bar and ended up making some reasonably strong lemon and ginger hot toddies. I carried my drink and Sloane’s as we followed her back to whatever was going on in the bedroom.

My intuition was half right. We were treated to the site of Sloane just pulling off her last articles of clothing. She approached and took her drink, giving us each a kiss.

“Hurry up, you can’t see your surprise till everybody’s naked.”

We complied and quickly stripped. With the bulky ski clothing, Quinn hadn’t bothered to tuck. Our cocks were both appropriately interested in what was happening.

“That was fast, well done!” said Sloane. “Right this way.”

She led us to the large French doors. I hadn’t noticed when we skied out, but the master bedroom had it’s own private deck. Our surprise became obvious when she stepped gingerly out, barefoot through the snow to a large cover set into the decking. With a heave, Sloane opened the cover and leaned it against the railing. Steam poured out of the huge jacuzzi tub.

“Oh, yes…” I sighed, “perfect.” The freezing air braced my skin.

Quinn smiled widely and followed. “I love you,” she said to Sloane as we slipped in. “Oh my god, this is amazing…”

We slumped into the comfortable lounges and sighed in unison. The boozy tea felt like just the right thing to sip on as the aches melted away and snow swirled around us. We sat in silence for a few minutes and simply took it in. I gazed between them, then the picturesque surroundings. I craned to look in through the large picture window and saw the colorful twinkles from the huge tree. I looked back at my girls and smiled widely.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Sloane asked, maybe seeing my expression.

“Just getting in the Christmas spirit,” I said happily.

“Today meet your expectations?”

“Met and surpassed.” I took the last swig of my toddy and set the mug down. I slid off my seat and crossed the jacuzzi. Reaching under the water, I found Sloane’s hand, then Quinn’s. I pulled them to me as I knelt, keeping all but my head under the surface. They came willingly and snuggled up to me. I closed my eyes and puckered, quickly getting two sets of lips against mine. Their slippery breasts brushed my pecs and we kissed delicately for a few minutes, lost in our own little world on the side of the mountain.

After a while I got hot and pulled away. I backed up to the edge of the tub and raised out to sit on the edge, staring hungrily as the two of them make out. God, I love watching them. My cock swelled and wagged in front of me, steaming like the rest of my exposed skin.

As if I was subconsciously asking for a better show, Quinn backed up and sat on the edge of one of the benches. Sloane hopped onto her lap and wrapped her legs around Quinn’s back. I inhaled sharply as Sloane rose up, obviously ready to take things up a notch. I watched in lust as she sank down slowly, her lips parting as her head rolled back. Their breasts flattened against each other beautifully as they came together.

“Oh, yeah…” she murmured. “Now no big thrusts while we’re in the water, just hold me.”

There was no way I could stand it to just watch, so I hopped back in. I wrapped my arms around them and kissed each of them, getting more lemon ginger kisses in return. I felt Sloane begin to move her hips in little circles, obviously unable to resist the hard cock inside her.

“Mhmm, that’s nice,” said Quinn. “So it’s okay for you to move around?” she added playfully.

“Obviously,” Sloane whimpered.

They began to make out again as their bodies slowly writhed together. I rubbed Sloane’s back, moving my hands with her gyrations, helping and encouraging. I caressed down her back and felt the top of her ass, the muscles contracting in time with her movements. My index finger slid into her crack. I stopped as she squeezed her cheeks, briefly trapping my finger, but then slid further down to her opening. She didn’t protest, so I began to rub my fingertip over her rosebud. She sighed deeply as I applied a little more pressure.

“Oooh, damn it…” she cooed. “You’re naughty, Jack…”

“Do you want me to stop?” I pressed a little harder and felt my finger slip just inside her. “Because I can go sit over there like a good boy.” I pushed in to my second knuckle and pulled out several times before she answered.

“No, I like it when you and Quinny use me…”

She moaned softly as I slid my whole finger into her beautiful ass, but stopped suddenly and tensed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby, I—” I said, pulling out of her tight rear end.

“No,” she whispered. “You just gave me an idea. There’s something I’ve always wanted to try…”

Quinn and I similarly froze at attention.

“Really?” Quinn managed to stutter. “Like right now?”

“Well, after we shower and get clean. Think you two could grant an early Christmas wish for me?”

“Uh huh,” we choked out simultaneously.

“Not that I really want to stop this,” she said seductively, resuming her gyrations, “but I’d really like to feel you both inside me.”

I stood and gently reached under her arms. She whined a bit as she pulled off Quinn’s shaft, but kissed me as she stood up.

We followed her inside like puppies. We didn’t bother drying off, leaving drippy puddles on the floor toward the en suite. The spa-like room rivaled Sloane’s bathroom at home and had a shower that might have been even a bit larger. Instead of smooth gray tile though, the whole space was lined with rough-hewn slate in dark, rich colors.

We stepped in and turned the water on. Quinn and I were both still quite hard, and watching Sloane wash herself kept us in peak form. We finally joined her under the spray, slowly kissing and making some attempt at washing. At one point we had her sandwiched between us, slippery cocks sliding against her stomach and between her round ass cheeks, respectively.

“Mhmm, yeah, just like this…” she said breathily. “You two all clean?”

We nodded eagerly and dried off. She beckoned us back out into the bedroom and crawled up on the fluffy comforter covering the king sized bed.

“Do you care, you know…” I said, “who’s where?”

She smiled and shook her head. Quinn and I shared a look like we were playing mental rock paper scissors. I finally just smiled and shrugged. We joined Sloane on the bed, crawling on either side of her. We kissed her arms, then shoulders, then cheeks like we’d planned it out.

“I think I know the answer,” I said between licks at her ear, “but do you want this like right now, or should we take our time?”

“We have all afternoon,” she cooed. “Make me want it.”

Quinn and I sucked in a breath at the same time. We craned up to kiss her and ended with our three tongues together, lapping at each other’s lips. We pulled apart and the two of us worked slowly south. Sloane began to unconsciously move against us as we covered her body with our attentions. Soft caresses with hands and lips and tongues, nowhere appeared to be off limits. Quinn even worked her way down to Sloane’s slender feet, which elicited a much more positive response than I would have imagined.

I of course paid special attention to her amazing breasts, spending equal time tracing slow circles around her hard nipples with my tongue before taking full gulps of her flesh into my mouth.

We could tell it was difficult for her to be the sole recipient of the pleasure being shared. Several times when she pawed at me or took a glancing grope at my cock, I gently pushed her hand back to her side. Her frustrated little humphs were adorable, but I knew not very deep down she was enjoying every touch on her gorgeous body.

Coming from opposite directions, Quinn and I got closer and closer to her center. In an unspoken understanding, we turned to lay on the bed opposite her, our heads level with her smooth thighs. We raised up and kissed above the valley below us, before sharing a knowing look. Quinn helped turn Sloane slowly onto her side facing me. I gently pulled Sloane’s knees apart and saw Quinn’s eager face between the small window. We met and kissed again, this time between her legs. We both glanced at our respective targets and nodded.

Dragging our lips gently up her thighs, we reached the promised land together. I licked the length of her delicate slit, pushing my tongue into her warm folds. Her taste, familiar and arousing, quickly coated my lips as I lapped at her pussy. I felt her body tense as Quinn began her assault from the opposite side. I peeled my lids open and saw her darkly lined eyes staring back at me through the beautiful V between our girlfriend’s thighs.

“Jesus, you guys…” Sloane panted. “That’s fucking amazing.”

I pushed my tongue deep inside her and slid out to take her clit into my mouth.

“She says we’re doing a good, job,” said Quinn, pausing her oral attention at Sloane’s back door.

“I should hope so,” I chimed in, “it’s almost Christmas after all.”

I scooted so Quinn and I could kiss again. Our tongues traded places in each others’ mouths, sharing the taste of Sloane’s arousal between us. I watched briefly as Quinn dipped back into her puckered opening, licking around the sensitive ring before pushing back inside it. I resumed my gentle lapping at her smooth lips and pleasure button.

Not long passed before our attentions were rewarded. Sloane ran her fingers up my back and squeezed my neck, conveying the urgency. I repeated the circular pattern around her clit with my tongue.

“Just like that,” Sloane panted, “I’m almost there Jack, yes…”

Her hips began to writhe against me. Quinn and I bumped noses as we continued to eat her out.

“Oh fuck, cumming… And, oh… shit!” She cried out before relaxing into a low moan.

Sloane’s body went rigid as her climax peaked. My mouth completely covered her slit and I was gently, slowly tonging her clit when I felt my mouth begin to fill with warm fluid.

Holy shit… I thought through a fog of lust, this is new… I closed my eyes and continued to kiss her cunt, swirling my tongue around her lips while I eagerly swallowed. My cock throbbed painfully as I bathed in the new experience, more than a little proud of myself.

I finally pulled my mouth away as her aftershocks tapered off. Quinn had been watching from the other side. I grinned and lewdly opened my mouth, showing the last of the liquid on my tongue. Quinn’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my god,” Sloane finally moaned. We turned and crawled up to her. “I’ve never squirted before. Did you…” She reach up and touched my very wet lower lip.

“Uh huh,” I smiled widely. “It was a nice surprise.”

“Wow…” said Quinn slowly. “That’s a new square on the bingo card.”

We lay back on Sloane’s pillow together and held her hands.

“I want you both of you inside me,” she cooed. “I’m still so fucking horny… who wants to get my ass ready?”

Quinn had hopped up and off the bed before I could even react.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, returning with a small bottle of lube. “Just get comfy.”

Sloane rolled onto her stomach. I began rubbing her back and the beautiful rounds of her butt while Quinn worked. One finger, then two, then three gently stretched her rosebud open while I watched in awe. After a few minutes, the slow plunging in her back door changed from sharp breaths to low, satisfying whimpers.

“I’m ready,” she finally said. “I want you now.”

I squeezed her hand in mine. “Do you want to lay on me?” I asked sweetly. She nodded. I pushed my legs together and helped her straddle me. We kissed gently as she lowered her lips down to my head, her wetness making my entry easy. She slid all the way down, her pussy lips stretching around the base of my cock as she laid on me.

“God, I love being inside you…” I breathed. “This is gonna be fun.”

“I’ll go slow,” said Quinn from above us. She lathered her shaft with more of the lube.

Sloane spread her legs wider, still impaled on my hard tool. Quinn scooted up, kneeling in the narrow valleys between our thighs. I felt the heat of her skin against us.

“Just say something if I need to stop. Jesus, your ass is pretty…”

Sloane laid her head over my shoulder onto the pillow, her body melting into mine as she relaxed. Watching as she lined up, Quinn let go of her cock and gently pressed forward. Sloane and I gasped together as her head popped inside.

“Oohhh, keep going,” Sloane whimpered.

As Quinn continued to slowly slide deeper, I could feel the extra pressure on my shaft, the minimal space inside Sloane’s body slowly shrinking. The underside of our cocks slid against each other as she plunged forward, separated by only a thin wall of flesh.

“God, you’re tight… does it feel good, baby?”

Sloane made a sound next to me and then let a long breath out. “It’s amazing,” she finally said. “So full…”

I felt Quinn’s sack rest against me as she bottomed out.

“Wow, Q… I can feel you from inside.”

She shot me a lusty grin. Quinn leaned down and kissed slowly up Sloane’s back, then gave me a long, deep tonguing with our girlfriend sandwiched between us.

“Please fuck me now,” Sloane murmured. “Slowly.”

I began to flex my glutes, gently pushing my hips upward. My cock pulled out and sank back into her pussy and inch or two at most as I was mostly trapped. She responded with arms around my neck and encouraging moans. Once Quinn started pumping, everything ramped up.

“Fuck, yes…” Sloane hissed. “Oh, my god…”

The sensation was amazing. My slow, short thrusts were amplified with each movement Quinn made. When we slid in at the same time, the pressure from Sloane’s insides was wonderfully tight, and so warm. She moaned every time it happened, so we began to focus our efforts and align our pumping into her willing body.

“I’m gonna cum so good,” she purred, “so fast… fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee…”

Sloane’s words trailed off as she descended into incoherent moans and commands. Her sweating body slid against my chest as the motion from Quinn’s insistent pumping increased. Her body began to shudder and her legs clamped around me. I felt Quinn take two more full strokes before stopping, still buried.

We held still for what felt like at least a minute before she spoke. Sloane pushed herself up enough to look into my eyes and gave me weak grin.

“Wow…” she said slowly. “The was like the express train to O-town. Did either of you finish yet?”

“No,” we said quietly, together.

“Good, cause I want more of that. Do you think maybe we could change positions?”

“Whatever you want, love. This is your Christmas present,” I grinned.

“So I have only one porn video bookmarked,” said Sloane demurely. “I know your legs are sore, but…”

She explained what she wanted and we hopped off the bed together.

“If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. No worries,” she added.

“Oh, we’re gonna make it work,” I said, “now jump up here.”

I held my arms out and she eagerly sprang into them. She wrapped her legs around my back and held her body against me. I spread my feet just enough to steady myself with her extra weight. I felt a hand on my cock as Quinn helped me aim. Sloane sank down onto my tool and kissed me as we held each other. She moved her hips in a few little circles, the delicious friction a bit different while standing.

“Ready for me?” said Quinn.

“Yes, please,” she cooed back.

Sloane’s body tensed as another cock was slowly pushed inside her. I felt the extra pressure on my shaft, the new angle providing even more direct stimulation between our tools.

“Lemme help,” said Quinn, reaching under Sloane’s legs.

Our hands met beneath under her smooth cheeks and we interlaced our fingers, making a kind of makeshift sling. Sloane relaxed and let us hold most of her body weight. Her legs slowly released their grip around my back.

“Oh god, this is amazing… you guys feel so good.”

I felt Quinn began to thrust, the wonderful pressure stroking the underside of my cock. I bent at the knees to pull mostly out, then pushed with my legs to slide back inside her.

We increased our tempo slightly as everyone got used to the new position. Feeling both their bodies differently as I thrusted was amazing. I began to sweat with the extra exertion of repeatedly lifting Sloane’s gorgeous body up, then allowing gravity to push our cocks back inside her. She began to whimper quietly in time with our effort.

“Oh, fuck…” she moaned, almost overwhelmed, “I’m cumming again, sweet Jesus…”

We slowed and let her contractions taper off. I glanced at Quinn when I felt her start thrusting again. The urgency in her eyes was obvious.

“I’m almost there,” she panted. “Can I cum too?”

“Yes!” Sloane cried, “in me, please…”

I stopped thrusting and took most of Sloane’s weight in my hands, gripping her round cheeks and spreading them slightly. Quinn began thrusting faster and deeper as her climax neared.

“Fuck yes…” she hissed, “gonna cum. Gonna cum in your cute little ass…” She grabbed Sloane’s hips for leverage as she began spurting. “Fuck!”

I gasped as I felt the sensation through my cock, Quinn’s shaft expanding and pumping her seed into Sloane’s body. I could feel each gush of cum travel through her shaft, like it was a shadow of having my own orgasm. I held perfectly still and just marveled at the sensation. Quinn began to soften and finally pulled out.

“Baby,” I whispered in Sloane’s ear, “I need you to help me just a little, okay? Wrap your legs back around me.”

She complied, her pussy taking every inch of me back inside her.

“We can go back to the bed, you don’t have to hold me up.”

“I wanna finish like this,” I said, pulling my head back to look at her. “I don’t do cardio for nothing…”

She giggled and began to use her legs to move her hips. “I’m not gonna say no…”

I pulled her body against me tightly, her perfect tits flattening against my pecs. I let her gyrate for a few minutes and enjoyed her warm, wet sheath pulling my cock inside. After she got into a rhythm, I renewed my grip on her cheeks and began to match the movements with my arms. She noticed the encouragement and turned to look at me.

“I love you Jack,” she panted, “you’re fucking me so good.”

I kissed her hard and put a little more arm muscle into our activity. My sweat had begun to drip actively and I was breathing heavy. Somehow, the exertion added another layer to the experience. I began to lift her nearly all the way up before slamming back down. Even through my lust fog, I could feel something wet and warm dripping down my shaft and balls. Quinn’s load… The thought her thick juice oozing out onto us started my cascade.

“Oh, yes baby…,” I grunted, “I’m gonna cum…”

“Me too!” she cried, “Harder, Jack…”

I poured every bit of strength I had left into forcing her body down to me, her thighs slapping loudly against my hips. My whole body moved in time with our sex, every muscle and spare bit of brainpower working to keep us balanced and standing. The pressure built inside my core, the familiar feeling of falling off the cliff… I went rigid and planted my feet as the cum rocketed out.

“Fuck!”

Sloane kept rocking against me as her orgasm tore through her body, her tremors out of sync with the jets of liquid filling her insides. I finally wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me, both our chests heaving.

“Oh, damn…” she whispered, her chin resting on my shoulder.

Quinn came close and wrapped her arms around us. I had a feeling it was partially to make sure I didn’t fall over. “That was pretty epic, wasn’t it?” She took turns kissing us.

My softening cock still inside her, I waddled toward the bed and gently set Sloane down. I looked down at the copious quantity of our mixed juices dripping down my thighs and smiled.

“We made quite the mess,” I said, still breathing hard. “I hope it was as awesome as you imagined from your video.”

“Even better…” she grinned. “And I think we need another shower.”

We did indeed have another shower, but were all sated enough to simply wash off the bodily fluids we’d shared with each other. I finished first and got out to dry off, then changed into some comfortable sweats and a t-shirt. They came out a while later, each wearing sexy little satin pajama sets that made me feel like a slob. A slob with two hot girlfriends, at least.

I cooked us dinner while they sat at the island and talked. Sloane really had gone all out on whatever package deal she’d arranged for the house. The fridge was stuffed full of high end ingredients, many of which had recommended recipes. Quinn and I agreed the pan seared beef tenderloin and garlic butter shrimp should be saved for Christmas dinner. I settled on a large, thin crust pizza that appeared to have been scratch made. The cabin had a pizza oven, because of course it did, which cooked the pie perfectly crispy and chewy.

We lazed around after dinner, at one point sipping hot chocolate and starting at the snow, just as I’d imagined.

* * *

I woke the next morning, Christmas Eve, again a bit torn. From one perspective, I was spending my first Christmas away from home, my old bed, my parents. Even after I’d turned eighteen, they continued to fill my stocking and buy me gifts that weren’t just things I needed. Somehow they kept some semblance of magic alive. The other perspective, of course, was the here and now. I was laying in a king size bed next to two of the most amazing people I’d ever met, in a high-end ski cabin for a week. This is pretty magical too, I thought, grinning to myself.

I gave them a few more minutes before I bounded out of bed and started coffee and breakfast. Despite the protests, we were suited up and in line when the lift opened at eight. After we got into form, it wasn’t a hard sell to be there. We had a blast, and ended up skiing until closing, which was amazingly… dusk. On Christmas eve!

We were all properly whooped when we got back to the cabin. It was fully dark by the time we’d hiked back up our access trail and gotten our skis off. Quinn volunteered to cook dinner, and I was happy to let her.

That evening I shared one of my parents’ traditions. We turned off all the lights except those on the tree, and just sat on the floor, quietly basking in the twinkling lights and the company of people we loved. Even though we were all tired, we managed to start a new tradition of our own… each of us lying on our sides on the floor, orally pleasuring each other in a rough triangle. None of us spoke as our orgasms gently overwhelmed us, the two penis owners glad to have their loads gulped down. Sloane rocked her hips against my face while I gently tongued her sensitive button to climax.

We made our way to bed hand in hand, and collapsed together.

* * *

“Guys,” I said quietly, “are you awake? It’s Christmas!” I was between them, Quinn in front of me, Sloane behind.

“What time is it?” Quinn groaned. “So early…”

“Today, it doesn’t matter.” I felt Sloane wrap her arm over my chest and squeeze me.

“You’re adorable,” she croaked out. “You two wait here for a minute, then come out to the living room?”

“Okay,” I said. I watched her get out of bed and put the silky pajamas back on. “I hope I get to unwrap that present later…”

“Horny boy…” she tutted. “You know you will.”

I pulled Quinn against my chest. “Merry Christmas.” She nuzzled back into me and sighed.

We made our way out after a few minutes and found Sloane just stepping away from a pair of large stockings, sitting on the floor in front of the tree.

“There wasn’t a mantle to hang them from,” she said, grinning and glancing at the floor. “I’ll leave a horrible review, obviously.”

“Sloane…” I mock scolded her. “I thought we said no presents?” I tried to hide a guilty smirk, knowing what I had hidden in my suitcase.

“I know, it’s just some little treats,” she grinned.

Quinn and I rushed over and picked up our stockings, and quickly dumped them out on the floor rather like five-year olds might. Instead of little toys and candies, we found high-end chocolates, expensive face cream, and other assorted indulgences we would probably never buy for ourselves. We stood and hugged her, both not so secretly glad she’d broken our agreement.

“And since I guess I’m in trouble anyway,” she continued, “here.” Sloane reached behind a chair and came back with a small box and an envelope. She handed them to Quinn and me, respectively.

I nodded for Quinn to go first. She tore the paper off to reveal the matte white box underneath.

“A new iPhone?” she asked, somewhat confused. “I mean that’s a really nice present…”

“Well, that’s actually not the present,” said Sloane, “I mean the phone is for you, but… just open it.”

Quinn pulled the lid off, the phone inside was already powered up. Sloane reached over and tapped the screen and opened the photos app. She touched the single file and a video began playing. Quinn’s eyes went wide and almost immediately started misting.

“Red Rocks…” she choked out.

“One of our first real dates,” said Sloane. “Remember some asshat was flying a drone all over the place? I tracked him down and got him to give me the file. Turns out the video is amazing… We’re even in it. Maybe two minutes in… The phone just seemed better than giving you a flash drive.”

“Thank you,” said Quinn, wiping her eyes and pulling Sloane into a hug.

“Me next!” I said excitedly. I tore open the envelope and extracted a thick wad of paper that had been stapled together. I laughed out loud as I fanned the pages. “Ohmigod, a coupon book… I haven’t seen one of these since I made one for my parents in like third grade.” My eyes widened as I started to read. Thirty minute shower massage with head washing, One full makeover including outfit (either gender), An outdoor activity Sloane would normally pass on, and a few other naughtier actives that threatened to make my loose sweats a bit tighter. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her. “I’m looking forward to cashing these in…”

“Me too,” she grinned.

I was about to dash for my suitcase when Quinn interrupted.

“I guess since we’re doing this… stay here, be right back.” She ran to the bedroom and came back with a handful of small boxes. She handed me a tiny one first.

I took the lid off and dug through the soft padding. Inside was what I assumed to be some kind of jewelry, a kind of short metal tube with a gap in one side. Finely etched in the silver finish was a pattern of vines or brambles. I’d seen her wear something similar on the outside of her ear.

“It’s an cuff,” she said, eyeing my reaction. “The pattern is thorns, as in Thornton. I stole it from some British history site. It said the pattern was on most of the Thornton family crests or whatever. I don’t know about yours or where y’all came from, but—”

“Quinn,” I interrupted, “it’s amazing.” I slipped the cuff onto the outside of my right ear and pushed it up to the top, it fit perfectly. “How’s it look?”

“Really cute,” she smiled widely. “You don’t hafta wear it all the time or anything…”

I leaned over and gently kissed her. “Just try and take it off me.”

She hugged me close. “I’m glad you like it. And for Sloane…” She handed a larger box over. “It’s not quite jewelry, but…”

Sloane opened the box, revealing two small glass bottles inside. “Nail polish?”

I glanced over and saw one pink, and one blue shade inside the bottles. I looked up and her eyes went wide.

“Ohmigod, Q… this is our pink! I have looked literally everywhere for the right color, nobody makes it. What brand is…” She took the bottle out and held it up, looking for a label. The glass was completely bare.

“I found this lady in Lake Forest that will mix custom colors. I had to get like a dozen bottles.”

“Quinn,” Sloane choked out, “thank you. I’ll never wear anything else.” She lunged and pulled Quinn into a hug. “This blue one is pretty too. Is the color something special?”

“Kinda.” Quinn shrugged and grinned nervously. “Neither of you recognize it?” We shook our heads. “It’s Jack’s blue eyes.”

I sucked in a breath and grabbed the bottle. I couldn’t say I’d stared at my own eyes very often. “You could match the color of my eyes from memory?” She gave a subtle nod. “Jesus, Quinn…” A lump caught in my throat and I pulled her to me again. Sloane was there in a heartbeat and we just held each other for a moment. I finally leaned back and unscrewed the top of the bottle. Without thinking, I brushed the blue polish onto the nail of my ring finger. The sky blue pigment had just a bit of shimmer to it.

“It’s really pretty,” said Sloane.

I blew on my finger and used my other hand to wipe at my eyes. “Well since we’re all being sentimental and weepy, I’d better get this out of the way. Be right back.”

I hopped up and trotted back to the bedroom, fishing the three small boxes from my suitcase. I checked the markings and put one in my pocket. They were waiting for me with expectant looks.

“They’re the same, so open together, okay?”

They nodded. With a slow reveal, both girls took the small lids off their boxes. They gasped appropriately and carefully extracted the rings from the plush velvet inside. Holding the white gold bands in the air, they studied the design, a simple translucent band maybe an eighth of an inch wide that ran lengthwise around the middle of the band.

“Jack, these are beautiful…” said Sloane. She turned the ring over in her fingers.

“What’s the stripe?” asked Quinn, holding the ring up closer to her face to study it. “There’s… stuff inside it. Like little flecks.”

I smiled nervously and took the third box from my pocket. Just like you practiced. I bit my lip and opened my box. They immediately noticed the addition of the third copy. “God, I hope this isn’t too cheesy… but the stripe is epoxy resin. The little bits floating in it are paper.” I waited a moment for it to sink in, but mostly for dramatic effect.

“Paper?” Sloane finally asked.

I stared at the floor before looking up at them again. “It’s the paper from your flyer, one of the little slips you wrote your phone number on.”

Her eyes went wide and she chewed her lip. “You saved it?” she finally choked out.

“Of course. If it wasn’t for that piece of paper,” I forced back a little warble in my throat. “If it wasn’t for that piece of paper, we probably, well… definitely wouldn’t be here right now.”

The expressions dawning on their beautiful faces melted my heart. I’d known they’d love the rings and would probably get sappy on me, but wasn’t prepared for how I’d react in the moment. My throat began to tighten.

“And you have one too…” said Quinn. Her bottom lip quivered a bit.

The silence in the room seemed to grow.

“Are these supposed to mean…” Sloane posed quietly, but trailed off.

“They don’t have to mean anything. I just thought it was something we could share, something we had that was the same.”

“What if we wanted them to mean something?” Quinn sniffed.

I glanced at Sloane, she was smiling and trying not to cry.

“I’m not opposed.” In my imagination of this moment, I had assumed they’d put their rings on first, but I found myself reaching into the tiny box and pulling it out. I slipped the shiny band over the fingernail I’d just painted and down past the knuckle. I watched as they did the same.

“It fits perfectly,” said Sloane, a few tears now dripping down her cheeks.

“I may have snooped through your jewelry boxes,” I grinned, my own eyes now a little wet.

They lunged forward and embraced me. We locked arms over shoulders and sat there on the floor, in front of the giant Christmas tree. Fortunately, the sobbing didn’t last too long. We finally pulled apart and stood.

Without any words, Quinn took out the pink nail polish. Neither of them had another color on at the moment, and each painted their ring finger like I had. We held our three hands out together and smiled. Sloane grabbed the phone and snapped a photo, the sparkling lights from the tree the blurry backdrop behind our hands. Two pink nails, one blue, three matching rings.

We lowered our arms and stared back and forth between each other as the pregnant pause grew.

“You gonna insta that?” I finally spoke.

Sloane shook her head. “Nah, I think this one is for just us. For now.”

* * *

We spent the rest of Christmas day lounging around the cabin and eating. The surf and turf turned out fantastically, and we were all satisfied and full by the time it was dark.

The hot tub was well used that evening, as was the bed. After we’d showered, I requested to be in the middle of our activities. Not that I cared in the moment, but I was pretty proud of myself, that despite the fact that Quinn’s large cock repeatedly plunged into my ass and Sloane’s tight pussy gripped my shaft, I didn’t cum first. Granted, I’d been rubbing Sloane’s clit for a few minutes and technically, Quinn’s tool erupted into my bowels only seconds before I emptied my load deep inside Sloane’s body.

Even though I was a bit tender the next morning, we skied a good portion of the day. The next two, too. The last evening was bittersweet as we packed up and set an alarm for early the next morning to drive to the airport.

We stepped out of the sliding door at LAX and were hit with a warm, gentle breeze. Already, the snow and evergreens seemed a lifetime away. For me, this was still more like arriving at vacation, rather than leaving it. For so many reasons.

“Why don’t I go get the car,” said Quinn as we strolled down the sidewalk. “You guys watch the suitcases?”

I nodded. “Thanks, Q. We’ll wait here.”

She waved and took off. I wheeled our baggage back a bit and plopped down onto a bench. I turned to look at Sloane, she had a kind of wistful, faraway look on her face.

“You okay, baby? Bummed to be back home instead of skiing?”

She gazed at me and her expression brightened a bit.

“I’m good.” Fiddling with the ring, she spun it a few times on her finger. “In fact, better than good.” She sat on my lap and pulled my head to her chest. “It’s just hard to believe…”

“What, specifically?” I asked sweetly.

“Six months ago, I was so lonely…” She let out a long sigh. “It got to the point where I didn’t want to get out of bed some days. But now, I have you and Quinn, and everything just seems so…”

“Amazing, wonderful, perfect…” I offered.

“Yeah,” she said softly, then kissed my forehead. “And, I have a feeling it’s going to just keep getting better.”

* * *

Thank you again, dear reader, for coming along on Jack, Sloane, and Quinn’s journey to an unconventional kind of fulfillment, happiness, and love. I enjoyed telling their story, and may choose to pick it back up in the future. As always, I appreciate any comments or feedback on the story, public or private.