AI: Artificial Intelligence: Part Three

Serena's got her shot today. Celeste figures the only way Alix crawls between those legs is if they wash the day off first. Serena still acts stiff in the shower, even though Celeste's hands are all over her. "Fake it till the clothes hit the floor," Celeste laughs. "No balls and this thing tanks." The bolt clicks without warning. Alix steps in, sees two naked girls and immediately starts rewinding last time Celeste stripped her lesbian virginity bare. Then Serena explains she's the brain behind the machine, and Alix's mouth falls open. Seconds later Celeste blurts the crush story. Alix doesn't need instructions; she just slides right onto Serena's new turf, shaking from the rush. Celeste drags them to the bed, talks filthy and low until hunger takes over, mouths trading spit while her fingers flick buttons. One tug and the dresses slide. Serena spreads on her back, breathing heavy while the other two eat like they've trained for it. Serena's hips buck, voice breaking. Alix grabs the lead, proving she can give as good as she got. Celeste keeps feeding cues, "Suck harder, tongue flat," and Alix obeys till Serena's cussing her way through the first wave. Then they flip the script on Alix, warm tongues and steady moans until her blond curls stick to her forehead. Celeste saves herself for last. She shoves both girls together, bodies twisting, until the room is nothing but wet sounds and the kind of screaming orgasms you feel in your teeth.