Poly Ghostface x y/n x Jennifer Multi-May day 1
Warning: Getting Double Teamed, Blow Job, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex, Degradation, Dirty Talk.
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the crowded house, a physical heartbeat for the writhing mass of teenagers. For you, Billy, Stu, and Jennifer, the party was just a backdrop. You were your own ecosystem, a tangled knot of hands and bodies moving in sync on the makeshift dance floor. Jennifer, a vision in a low-cut top and jeans grinding back against you, her head rolling on your shoulder. Her eyes, dark and knowing, found Billy's over your head. He was leaning against a wall, a red solo cup in hand, watching the three of you with a predatory smirk that was all his own.
Stu, ever the golden retriever of chaos, was bouncing on the balls of his feet, spilling some of his beer as he laughed at something Jen whispered in your ear. "This is awesome," he yelled over the music, slinging an arm around both you and Jen, pulling Billy in with his other hand. "Best party ever!" Billy just rolled his eyes, but the fondness in them was undeniable as he took a swig of his drink, his gaze lingering on the way Jen's ass pressed against your hips.
Hours later, the party was dying down. The music was lower, the crowd thinner, and the four of you stumbled out into the cool night air, a giggling, tipsy mess. "My place," Billy declared, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his other hand tangled in Jen's hair.
Back at the house, the energy shifted. The frantic party vibe melted into a lazy, intimate haze. "Boring," Jen announced suddenly, flopping dramatically onto the couch. "I have an idea." She shot up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let's go to the roof. Let's get high."
You and Billy shared a look. "Jen, you can't even get high," you reminded her, a smile playing on your lips.
"Details, details," she waved off. "C'mon, it'll be fun." Stu was already on board, grabbing the stash from a kitchen drawer. "Roof sesh! Yeah!"
The night air on the roof was crisp, carrying the scent of cut grass and distant exhaust. The town of Woodsboro spread out below you, a sea of sleepy lights. You passed the joint around, the smoke curling up into the darkness. Jen took a long drag and held it, blowing out a perfect smoke ring with a frustrated sigh. "See? Nothing. It's like smoking air. You guys are all gonna be giggly and I'm just gonna be… here."
"Aw, poor baby," Stu cooed, pulling her into his lap and nuzzling her neck. "I'll share my buzz." He kissed her, deep and messy, and she giggled, pushing him away playfully.
It was then that Stu's gaze drifted over the edge of the roof, then back to the three of you. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "You know," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "We should have roof sex."
Your eyes widened. "Stu, are you insane? We could fall."
Billy, who had been quietly watching the exchange, snorted. He moved from his spot against the chimney and knelt in front of you, his hands cupping your face. "Who cares?" he murmured, his voice a rough velvet that sent a shiver down your spine. "Live a little." And then he was kissing you, a hard, demanding kiss that tasted of beer and smoke and pure Billy Loomis. It was an argument you couldn't win, a surrender you didn't want to fight.
That was all it took. Billy's hands were impatient, tugging your shirt over your head before his mouth was back on yours, hungry and possessive. Jennifer and Stu were a whirlwind of motion beside you, a tangle of limbs and soft curses as they shed their own clothes. The cool night air pebbled your skin, raising goosebumps wherever Billy's hands weren't touching you. He laid you down carefully on the flattest part of the roof, the rough texture of the shingles a strange, exciting contrast against your bare back.
"Stu, get over here," Billy commanded, his voice low and husky. "She needs something to keep her mouth busy." Stu grinned, all eagerness, and knelt by your head, his long, thick cock already hard and pointing at the sky. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned your head, taking the tip of him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head, savoring his salty taste. He groaned, his hands tangling in your hair as you began to bob your head, taking him deeper with each stroke.
Billy, meanwhile, had settled between your legs. He didn't rush. He kissed his way up your inner thighs, his stubble a delicious burn against your sensitive skin. "So fucking wet for us already," he murmured, his breath hot against your core. "You like this, don't you? Like knowing anyone could look up and see what a dirty girl you are." You moaned around Stu's cock, the vibration making him thrust deeper into your mouth. That was all the encouragement Billy needed. He flattened his tongue and licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth.
Your hips bucked off the roof, a silent plea for more, but Billy held you down, his hands pressing firmly on your hips. He ate you out with a focused intensity, his tongue delving into your folds, fucking you with it before returning to your clit, alternating between broad, flat licks and quick, flicking movements. It was overwhelming, a perfect, hedonistic spiral of pleasure.
Jennifer wasn't content to just watch. With a wicked grin, she straddled your stomach, her slick heat pressing against your skin. She leaned forward, capturing one of your nipples in her mouth and sucking hard, her teeth scraping gently against the sensitive peak. The dual sensations of Billy's mouth on your clit and Jen's on your nipple was almost too much. You could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil in your stomach.
"Not yet," Billy growled, pulling away just as you were about to tip over the edge. He looked up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal. "I want to feel you come on my cock." He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with just the head, pushing in slightly before pulling back out. "Please, Billy," you begged, pulling off Stu's cock for a moment to gasp the words.
"Since you asked so nicely," he smirked, and then he was pushing into you, a slow, deliberate stretch that burned in the best way. He didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against yours. He held still for a moment, letting you adjust, his dark eyes locked on yours. "Fuck, you're tight." He started to move then, a slow, deep grind that hit a spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, designed to drive you insane.
Stu took the opportunity to slide his cock back into your waiting mouth, his hips setting a matching rhythm. You were trapped between them, filled from both ends, a perfect, willing vessel for their pleasure. Jennifer, still perched on your stomach, began to rock her hips, sliding her wet folds against your skin, Billy put two fingers in her cunt feeling how wet she was. She leaned down, her mouth finding yours in a messy, three-way kiss with you and Stu. "You look so good like this," she panted against your lips. "All full of cock."
Billy's pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic he started stroking Jen with his fingers even faster. He reached down with his other hand , his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come for me, y/n," he demanded, his voice rough with lust. "Come all over my fucking cock." That was all it took. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm crashed through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure. You cried out, your back arching off the roof as your walls clenched around Billy's length.
Billy followed you over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside you, and took his fingers out of Jen. Stu wasn't far behind, pulling out of your mouth and fisting his cock, his come painting your lips and chin in hot, sticky stripes. Jennifer, with a final, sharp cry, came against your stomach, her body trembling with the force of her release.
For a long moment, the four of you just stayed there, a tangled, breathless heap under the stars. The only sounds were your ragged breaths and the distant hum of the town below. Then, with a coordinated effort that was both clumsy and intimate, you disentangled yourselves and collapsed onto the slightly flatter part of the roof, a mess of naked limbs and sated smiles.
"Okay," Jen said, her voice husky as she laid her head on your stomach. "That was better than getting high."
Billy just chuckled, pulling you and Jen both against his chest as Stu curled up behind you, his arm thrown over everyone. "Told you," he said, his voice smug and content. "Who cares about a little danger?"