WEEKEND WITH AVA(II)

Chapter 21

Lena's POV

POV)

The weekend after my solo trip with Ava, her text lit up my phone again: Bringing two close friends this time. They’re very open-minded and discreet. You in? The condo is ready for a proper party.

My pulse raced. I told Mom I was going back to Ava’s for another “girl weekend.” She smiled, still relaxed from Julian’s romantic gestures. Julian and Oliver gave me knowing, hungry looks but understood. They’d have their own fun at home.

I drove to Ava’s beach condo on Friday evening. She greeted me at the door in a short silk robe, pulling me into a deep kiss before I even set my bag down. “The girls are already here,” she whispered against my lips. “They’re excited to meet you.”

Inside, two women waited in the living room with wine glasses in hand. Ava introduced them with a wicked smile.

“This is Sophia,” she said, gesturing to a tall, athletic brunette in her late twenties with sharp features and confident eyes. “Fitness trainer. Very hands-on.”

Sophia smiled, eyes raking over me. “Heard a lot about you, Leena. Ava says you’re insatiable.”

The second woman was shorter, curvy, with long blonde hair and a playful smile — Mia, twenty-eight, a yoga instructor. “Nice to finally meet the famous stepdaughter,” she purred.

We started with wine on the balcony as the sun set over the ocean. Conversation flowed easily at first, but the energy quickly turned charged. Ava’s hand rested on my thigh, Sophia’s eyes never left my breasts, and Mia kept biting her lip while looking at all of us.

By the second bottle, clothes started coming off.

Ava pushed me gently onto the large outdoor lounge chair. “Let’s show them how good you are, baby.” She stripped me slowly, kissing every inch of skin. Sophia and Mia watched, touching themselves through their clothes.

Ava’s mouth found my breasts first, sucking my nipples until they were tight and aching. Then she moved lower, spreading my legs wide and burying her tongue in my pussy. The wet, loud sounds of her licking and sucking filled the balcony as Sophia and Mia stripped and joined.

Sophia took my mouth in a deep kiss while Mia sucked on my other nipple. Ava’s fingers joined her tongue, thrusting deep and curling inside me. I came hard within minutes, moaning into Sophia’s mouth, thighs shaking around Ava’s head.

They didn’t stop. Sophia took Ava’s place between my legs, eating me out with long, skilled strokes while Mia straddled my face. I licked Mia’s pussy eagerly, the taste of her flooding my mouth as she ground against my tongue.

Ava and Sophia took turns fingering me and using toys they’d brought — a thick vibrating dildo that made me scream when Sophia fucked me with it.

The balcony filled with moans, wet sounds, and the crash of waves. I came again and again — on tongues, fingers, and toys. Then they turned their attention to each other while I recovered, watching the three women tangle together in a beautiful, filthy mess.

We moved inside to the master bedroom as night fell.

The massive king bed became our playground. Ava strapped on a thick dildo and fucked me deep and hard while Sophia sat on my face and Mia sucked on my clit. The bed creaked and banged against the wall with every thrust. My muffled moans vibrated against Sophia as I licked her. I lost track of how many orgasms I had.

Later, they focused on me completely. All three women took turns using me — fingers, tongues, strap-ons, vibrators. Sophia fucked me with the strap-on while Ava sat on my face and Mia played with my nipples.

The room filled with the constant wet sounds of pussies being licked and fucked, the creaking bed, and loud, shameless moans.

“Such a good little slut,” Ava praised as she watched

Sophia pound me. “Taking everything we give you.”

I came so many times I lost count, body shaking, voice hoarse. They finally let me rest, but only to turn on each other. I watched them in a tangle — Ava riding Sophia’s face while Mia fucked Ava with a strap-on. The sounds were obscene and beautiful.

We took breaks for wine and snacks, then started again. Around 2 a.m. we were still going — slower now, more sensual. Tongues and fingers everywhere, bodies pressed close, soft moans and whispers filling the dark room.

By Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted but glowing. Ava kissed me goodbye at the door. “Bring the boys next time. I want to see all of you together.”

The drive home was a haze of satisfaction and nerves. Mom greeted me with a hug, still relaxed. But as I unpacked, I knew the weekend with Ava’s friends had only made me hungrier for more.