The villa sat high on the cliffs above the Mediterranean, white stone walls glowing under string lights and a fat moon. Inside, the five closest friends—three women, two men—sprawled across oversized sectional sofas in the open living room, empty wine bottles and half-eaten charcuterie scattered like casualties. They’d known each other since university; boundaries had blurred long ago, but tonight the air felt different—thicker, expectant.
It started innocently enough. “Truth or dare,” someone said, laughing. Truths were answered quickly—embarrassing hookups, secret fantasies—until dares grew bolder. A kiss between the women. A slow striptease. Then someone dared Mia to sit on Luca’s lap and grind until he was hard. She did. The room went quiet except for soft breathing and the distant crash of waves.
The game dissolved. No one called it an orgy at first; it simply happened, fluid and inevitable.
Mia straddled Luca on the sofa, dress rucked to her waist, sinking down onto his cock with a long sigh. She rolled her hips slowly while Sofia knelt behind her, kissing her neck, reaching around to circle Mia’s clit with slick fingers. Luca groaned beneath them, hands gripping Mia’s ass, thrusting up to meet her rhythm.
Across the room, Elena was already on her knees between Marco’s thighs, sucking him deep while he leaned back against the cushions, fingers tangled in her hair. She pulled off with a wet gasp, looked at the others, and smiled. “Come here,” she said to Sofia.
Sofia crawled over, kissed Elena fiercely—tongues sliding, tasting Luca on her lips—then turned and presented herself on all fours. Marco moved behind her, sliding into her pussy in one smooth stroke. Elena positioned herself in front, guiding Sofia’s mouth to her clit. Sofia licked eagerly while Marco fucked her steadily, each thrust pushing her face harder against Elena.
The positions shifted like a living tide.
Mia climbed off Luca only to be pulled onto the rug by Elena. They lay side by side, legs entwined, kissing deeply while their fingers worked between each other’s thighs—slow circles, dipping inside, drawing moans that echoed off the high ceilings. Luca knelt between them, stroking himself, then fed his cock first to Mia’s mouth, then Elena’s, back and forth while the women fingered each other harder.
Marco joined next. He positioned Elena on her hands and knees, sliding into her from behind while Sofia lay beneath, licking where they joined—tongue flicking Elena’s clit, occasionally catching Marco’s balls. Elena shuddered, coming hard with a muffled cry against Sofia’s thigh.
Then the centerpiece: double penetration. Sofia begged for it—voice wrecked, needy. Luca lay on his back; she straddled him, sinking onto his cock with a gasp. Marco knelt behind, slicking himself with lube from the side table, then pressed slowly into her ass. Sofia froze for a second at the stretch—full, overwhelming—then rocked forward and back, taking them both deeper. Her moans turned to broken sobs of pleasure. Mia knelt in front, kissing her deeply, swallowing every sound while her fingers pinched Sofia’s nipples.
The night blurred into constant motion—daisy chains on the rug, mouths and hands everywhere; spit-roasts across the ottoman; women pleasuring each other in a wet tangle while the men took turns behind them. Luca fucked Mia from behind while she ate Elena; Marco took Sofia against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, while Elena knelt to lick where they joined.
Climaxes came in waves. Sofia shattered first from the double penetration—body convulsing, crying out as both men held her through it, thrusting through her spasms. Elena followed, grinding against Mia’s face until she flooded her mouth. The men pulled out only to switch, fucking harder, chasing their own edges.
They ended in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile on the largest rug—bodies overlapping, limbs tangled, breaths ragged. Mia rode Luca one last time while Sofia sat on his face; Elena straddled Marco reverse, grinding down while Mia leaned over to kiss her. Hands stroked cocks, fingers plunged inside, mouths sucked and licked without pause.
The final crescendo hit almost together. Luca came first—deep inside Mia, groaning into Sofia’s pussy. Marco followed, pulling out to spill hot ropes across Elena’s ass and lower back. Sofia rubbed her clit frantically and came again—shaking, keening—triggering Mia’s second orgasm around Luca’s still-pulsing cock. Elena ground down hard on Marco’s fingers and shattered one last time, voice hoarse.
They collapsed—sticky, spent, glowing. Cum streaked thighs, breasts, stomachs; the air smelled of sex and salt and wine. No one moved for long minutes. Just soft laughter, gentle kisses, fingers tracing lazy patterns on sweat-slick skin.
Outside, the moon dipped lower. Inside, five friends lay entwined—closer than ever, boundaries erased, sated in euphoric overload.
Someone murmured, half-asleep, “Same time next weekend?”
Four drowsy affirmatives answered in the dark.
