Enjoying The New Bed

Sharon—freshly single, possibly slightly bruised—has trashed every souvenir of her ex, right down to the bed. Now the mattress is new, the friends have hauled the old mattress away, and the three of them collapse onto the mattress like championship wrestlers post-bout. Legs sprawl, arms flop. Then Sharon winces. “Back's killing me,” she groans. Flora, who never met a shoulder she wouldn’t knead, climbs behind her and digs thumbs into sore muscle. Patty, never one to be left out, sidles up and starts kneading Flora, cue the human centipede of sympathy. Hands roam. Flora’s cock thickens against Sharon’s lower back; Patty’s does the same inside Flora’s shorts. Sharon twists just enough to confirm what’s poking her. She grins, Flora catches it in the mirror and snorts, Patty laughs and pushes her hips forward on principle. No speeches. They roll until knees are over thighs and mouths land where it counts. Sharon tongues Flora’s head while Patty slides straight into Flora from behind; Flora almost yodels, which makes Sharon snort through her nose. Bodies shift. Flora’s on her back now—Sharon straddles her mouth, sinking low and riding the eager tongue while Patty settles between Flora’s legs and swallows her cock down to the base with a wet glurk. Whispers turn to curses. The new bed squeaks like it signed up for this. Sharon flips to ride Flora proper, knees hugging her ribs, while Patty straddles Flora’s face and fists her own cock, leaking onto Flora’s tongue. They trade in rotations—Patty fucks Flora missionary, Sharon sucks lips around Patty’s balls; nobody bothers keeping score. Final switch: Patty grinds down on Flora’s cock, Sharon stands on the mattress behind her, holding her upright, reaching around to stroke Patty’s shaft fast and sloppy until Patty spills across Flora’s belly. Flora follows right after, hips bucking, cock pulsing inside Patty; the shockwave gets to Sharon, she pushes two fingers between her own legs and finishes with a squeaky groan that matches the bedframe perfectly. Sweat cooled, sheets wrecked, Sharon flops back. Flora chuckles. Patty gives an exhausted fist-bump to the mattress tag. “Bed passes the test.”