Three’s a Shore Thing
With Livvy Dunne and Shay Mitchell
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, Blowjob, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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The sun blazed over Santa Monica, turning Tower 7 into a hotspot. Slow-motion runs were in full swing, Livvy Dunne leading the charge, her red one-piece hugging every athletic curve, high-cut legs flashing toned thighs, perky breasts bouncing with gymnast precision, blonde ponytail whipping like a flag. Right on her heels came Shay Mitchell, suit clinging to fuller hips and deeper cleavage, dark hair flowing, exuding that effortless, sultry confidence that made heads turn twice.
They weren't alone today. Alex Rivera, the new transfer lifeguard, had joined the rotation. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin, tousled dark hair, and a jawline that could cut glass, he filled out his red trunks like they were painted on, abs rippling, arms veined from endless ocean swims. The girls noticed him immediately.
During the morning briefing, Alex leaned against the tower railing, binoculars in hand, scanning the waves. Livvy stretched nearby, bending into a deep forward fold that put her flexibility on shameless display, suit riding up just enough. Shay "accidentally" brushed past him while grabbing a rescue tube, her hand lingering on his bicep a second too long.
"New guy, huh?" Livvy said, flashing a bright smile as she straightened. "I'm Livvy. If you need tips on the best runs... or anything else... I'm your girl.”
Shay smirked, stepping closer. "Or if you want someone who's actually done this longer than a TikTok trend, I'm Shay. Lieutenant, technically." She adjusted her suit strap, drawing his eyes to the deep V of her cleavage.
Alex chuckled. "Noted. Appreciate the warm welcome, ladies.”
The rivalry ignited instantly, not just between them anymore, but aimed at the same prize.
All day it simmered. A minor riptide pull on a tourist had them sprinting together, Alex in the lead. Livvy dove in first, wrapping the victim in the rescue tube, legs kicking powerfully. Shay flanked, guiding from the other side. When they hauled the guy ashore, Alex knelt to check vitals, and both women hovered close, Livvy's hand on his shoulder "for balance," Shay pressing a water bottle into his hand with a lingering touch.
Later, during a quiet patrol, Livvy challenged Alex to a push-up contest on the sand. She dropped down, form perfect, core tight, suit stretching across her ass. Shay joined, matching rep for rep, fuller curves shifting with each push. Alex watched, grinning, then dropped between them, outpacing both effortlessly.
"You two are trouble," Alex said, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Good trouble?" Livvy teased, biting her lip.
"The best kind," Shay added, voice husky.
By sunset, the beach had cleared. The charity surf event wrapped early, no major incidents, just plenty of eye candy for the crowd. Tower 7 was scheduled for close-up. The head guard left them the keys: "Lock up when you're done. And behave.”
They didn't plan to.
Inside the tower, the small space felt electric. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting silver glows across the wooden floor. Alex leaned against the console, arms crossed. Livvy and Shay exchanged a glance, rivalry melting into something hotter, more collaborative.
"So," Livvy said, stepping close to Alex, fingers trailing down his chest. "We've been competing all day. Maybe it's time we... share?”
Shay moved in from the other side, pressing against his back, lips brushing his ear. "Do you think you can handle both of us? Think you can keep up?”
Alex's breath hitched. "Only one way to find out.”
He pulled Livvy in first, kissing her hard, tongues tangling, hands sliding under her suit straps. Shay watched for a moment, then joined, turning his head to claim his mouth while her hands roamed his abs.
The air inside Tower 7 felt thicker now, heavy with anticipation. The distant crash of waves provided a rhythmic soundtrack, slow, insistent, matching the quickening beat in the room.
They didn't rush. No frantic tearing of fabric. Instead, it was almost ceremonial.
Livvy moved first. She hooked her thumbs under the high-cut straps of her red one-piece, sliding them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. The suit peeled away from her sun-kissed skin like wet wrapping paper, clinging for a moment to the swell of her small, firm breasts before releasing them. Her nipples, pale pink and already peaked from the cool night air and earlier teasing, stood rigid against the moonlight. She shimmied her hips, the fabric dragging over her carved abs, catching briefly on the sharp V of her hips before sliding down her powerful gymnast thighs. Every inch revealed more definition, quads flexing subtly, hamstrings taut, the faint tan lines from earlier bikini days framing her most intimate places. When the suit finally pooled at her ankles, she stepped out gracefully, one pointed toe at a time, then kicked it aside with a playful flick. Naked, she stood unashamed, petite yet commanding, every muscle honed from years of vaults and beams, her blonde hair still damp and tousled, falling in loose waves over her shoulders.
Shay watched with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted. Then it was her turn.
She reached behind her neck, fingers working the clasp with practiced ease. The suit loosened, and she let it fall forward in a slow cascade. Her full breasts spilled free, heavy, round, swaying with the motion. Dark nipples tightened instantly under the exposure, begging for touch. She pushed the fabric lower, over the generous curve of her hips, letting it glide down her thighs like silk. Where Livvy was all tight lines and explosive power, Shay was a lush invitation, soft give to her belly, wide hips that flared dramatically, an ass that jiggled just enough with each step to mesmerize. The suit hit the floor with a soft wet slap. She stepped free, toes curling against the cool wood, then turned slightly to give Alex, and Livvy, a full view from every angle, hips swaying in that natural, sultry rhythm that came so effortlessly to her.
Alex exhaled roughly, already straining against his trunks. He didn't make them wait long.
He gripped the waistband and shoved downward in one smooth motion. The red fabric slid over his hips, releasing his cock with a heavy bounce, thick and already glistening at the tip from the buildup of the day. His body was all hard planes, broad chest dusted with dark hair, abs carved into deep ridges that disappeared into a sharp Adonis belt, powerful thighs bracketing his arousal. He kicked the trunks away and stood tall, unapologetic, letting them look their fill.
The three of them paused for a heartbeat, naked, exposed, breathing in sync, savoring the raw electricity of finally crossing that line.
Livvy moved first, dropping gracefully to her knees on the worn mat in front of him. Her gymnast flexibility let her arch her back dramatically as she leaned in, small breasts pressing forward, nipples brushing the insides of his thighs. She started slow, tongue flat and teasing, tracing the underside of his shaft from base to tip in one long, deliberate lick. Then another. And another. Each pass made him twitch, making a low rumble build in his chest. She swirled around the head, tasting the salt of the ocean mixed with his own musk, lips pursing to suck gently at the sensitive frenulum before taking just the tip between them, warm, wet suction that had his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Shay joined her a second later, kneeling close enough that their bare shoulders brushed, skin sliding against skin. She leaned in from the side, tongue flicking out to lap along the thick vein that ran the length of him while Livvy worked the head. Their mouths met around his shaft in messy, uncoordinated harmony, lips brushing, tongues tangling over him, sharing the taste, the heat. Shay's fuller lips enveloped more of him on her turn, taking him deeper with a slow bob of her head, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Livvy pulled back to kiss along the base, then lower, tongue tracing his heavy balls while her hand stroked what Shay's mouth couldn't reach.
The contrast was intoxicating, Livvy's eager, athletic enthusiasm, quick flicks, playful nips, endless energy, against Shay's slower, more sensual confidence, deep, and languid pulls. They traded places seamlessly, one mouth replacing the other, hands everywhere, Livvy's small fingers wrapping around the base to stroke in time with Shay's sucking, Shay's palm cupping his balls while Livvy teased the slit with the point of her tongue.
Alex's hands found their hair, fingers threading through Livvy's blonde strands on one side, Shay's dark waves on the other, guiding without forcing, hips rocking into the wet heat they offered.
"Fuck," Alex groaned, voice gravel-rough, head tipping back against the tower wall. "You two...”
The words died in his throat as Livvy and Shay answered him without needing to speak.
Livvy pulled off with a slick pop, lips shiny and swollen, and immediately ducked lower. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of his balls, then sucked one gently inside, tongue working in slow circles while her hand kept pumping the shaft in steady, twisting strokes.
Shay took the invitation without hesitation. She slid her mouth down over the head again, deeper this time, until her lips met Livvy’s fingers at the base. She held there a beat, throat working around him, then eased back just enough to let a thick string of spit connect her tongue to the glistening tip. Her eyes looked up to meet his, dark and wicked, before she dove again.
They found their new rhythm fast.
Livvy released the nut in her mouth, with a wet kiss and moved to the other one, sucking it fully into her warm mouth while her tongue pressed flat and firm against the sensitive skin behind. Her free hand slid up Shay’s back, nails dragging lightly down the curve of her spine in encouragement. Shay hummed approval around the cock filling her mouth, the sound making Livvy shiver and suck harder in response.
Then they switched.
Shay pulled off slowly, letting her tongue drag all the way up the underside in one long, filthy stripe. As soon as the head left her lips, Livvy was there, taking him in one smooth glide until her nose brushed his stomach. Her throat fluttered around him, she held it, eyes watering, a small triumphant noise muffled against his skin.
Shay didn’t waste the opening. She dropped lower, tongue sweeping over both balls now, lapping broad and greedy before sucking them both into her mouth at once. The stretch of her lips, the heat, the tug, it made Alex’s knees lock. His fingers tightened in their hair, Livvy’s blonde ponytail wrapped once around his fist, Shay’s dark waves spilling through his other hand, anchoring himself while they unraveled him.
Livvy came off gasping, a thin thread of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the flushed head. She grinned, breathless and bright-eyed, then leaned in to meet Shay at the base. Their tongues met over his balls, sliding against each other, curling together, painting wet patterns while they took turns sucking, licking, nuzzling. Every few seconds one of them would drag her tongue back up the shaft to join the other at the tip again, lips brushing in a sloppy, shared kiss around him.
Shay broke first, voice husky and wrecked. “God, look at you leaking for us already.” She licked her tongue into the slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum, then offered it to Livvy with a slow kiss. Livvy moaned into her mouth, a small hand speeding up on the shaft while Shay sucked his balls again, harder this time, cheeks hollowing.
They kept trading, faster now, and hungrier. Livvy deep-throating in short, eager bursts while Shay worshipped his balls with slow, rolling tongue and gentle suction. Then Shay swallowed him to the root while Livvy lapped and kissed everywhere her mouth could reach, base, balls, inner thighs, the tight strip of skin just behind. Their hands never stopped moving, stroking, cupping, squeezing, teasing. Spit dripped down his shaft, slicking everything, making every glide obscenely wet and loud in the quiet room.
Alex’s breathing turned ragged. His hips jerked in shallow, helpless thrusts between their mouths. “Fuck... don’t stop,” he managed, voice cracked. “Just... fuck... keep going like that.”
Livvy pulled back just long enough to whisper against his skin, lips brushing his head, “We’re not stopping until you’re shaking, Alex.” Then she dove back down beside Shay, their tongues meeting again over him in a messy, perfect collision, licking, sucking, sharing every inch while his thighs trembled and the pressure coiled tighter and tighter at the base of his spine.
They were relentless. Alternating. Worshipping. Pushing him right to the brink together.
Shay stood slowly, legs still shaky from the edge they'd just pulled him to, and reached down for Livvy's hand. Their fingers laced together, slick with spit and sweat, as she tugged the smaller woman up beside her. Livvy rose with that effortless gymnast grace, cheeks flushed, lips parted and glistening.
They moved as one, pressing against Alex from both sides. Hands on his chest and hips, guiding him backward until the backs of his knees hit the low wooden bench along the tower wall. He sank down with a rough exhale, thighs spreading instinctively as they followed.
Livvy climbed onto his lap first, knees bracketing his hips, her small frame hovering just above him. She braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered slowly, agonizingly slow, letting her slick folds glide along his length without taking him in yet. The heat of her dragged over every inch, teasing, coating him anew. Her hips rolled in tight, hypnotic circles, pussy lips catching against the underside of his shaft on every pass. A soft whimper escaped her each time she brushed the head against her entrance, hovering there, promising but not delivering.
Shay stepped in close behind him, straddling the bench so her thighs framed his. Her fuller breasts pressed firm against his back, nipples hard points sliding against his skin as she wrapped her arms around his torso. One hand dipped low to grip him at the base, stroking in slow, firm pulls while the other splayed across his chest, nails grazing lightly. She leaned in, lips finding the side of his neck, kissing, then sucking, then biting, while her breath came hot against his ear.
"Go on, baby," Shay murmured to Livvy, voice thick. "Take what you need."
Livvy's eyes fluttered shut. She sank down in one smooth, controlled motion, tight heat enveloping him inch by inch until her ass met his thighs. A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her inner walls fluttered around him, adjusting, gripping. Her core strength took over then, hips lifting and dropping with perfect rhythm, rolling forward on the downstroke so her clit ground against his pelvis. Every movement was deliberate, athletic, mesmerizing. She rode him like she was performing, back arched, small breasts bouncing lightly with each rise and fall.
Shay watched over his shoulder, one hand still stroking what little of him wasn't buried inside Livvy, the other sliding between her own thighs to circle her sex mound in matching loops. Her lips moved to Livvy's collarbone, then lower, capturing one pale pink nipple between them. She sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make Livvy cry out and clench tighter around Alex.
The sound echoed off the stone walls.
Livvy's pace faltered for a second, hips stuttering as pleasure spiked. "Shay... fuck..."
"Switch," Shay whispered against her skin, voice wrecked and commanding all at once.
Livvy lifted off of him, reluctantly, legs trembling as she dismounted. A thin strand of wetness connected them for a heartbeat before snapping. She stepped aside, breathing hard, and Shay was already moving.
Shay swung one leg over, straddling him facing forward this time. She guided him back inside with a single motion of her hips, deeper, fuller, her softer curves swallowing him completely. A low, satisfied groan rumbled from her chest as she bottomed out, walls pulsating around him. She started riding immediately, slower than Livvy, more languid, savoring every drag and stretch. Her hands braced on his shoulders, her head tipped back, dark hair cascading down her spine.
Livvy didn't stay idle. She moved behind Shay, pressing her front to Shay's back. Small hands slid up to cup Shay's heavier breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples before pinching, rolling them between fingers until Shay moaned and arched into the touch. Livvy's hips pressed forward, grinding her still-soaked pussy against the curve of Shay's ass, rocking in time with Shay's movements on Alex.
Alex couldn't hold still anymore. His hands clamped onto Shay's hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he thrust up to meet her, hard, deep, relentless. The bench creaked under the force. Shay's moans grew louder, sharper, body trembling between the two of them.
Livvy's hand slipped lower, fingers finding Shay's swollen snatch. She rubbed in tight, fast circles, exactly the pressure Shay loved, while her other hand kept teasing a nipple. "Come for us," Livvy breathed against Shay's ear. "Let go, Shay... we've got you."
It hit Shay like a wave. Her back bowed, head falling against Livvy's shoulder as her whole body seized. A raw, echoing cry tore from her throat, her walls clamped down hard around Alex in rhythmic pulses, riding him as she came apart. Her thighs shook, hips jerking erratically through it all, while Livvy's fingers kept circling, drawing it out longer, making Shay whimper and gasp.
Alex groaned low, fighting not to follow her over the edge just yet, thrusting hard through the vise of her orgasm, drawing every last tremor from her.
Shay slumped forward against his chest, panting, skin slick with sweat. Livvy kissed the nape of her neck softly, then leaned around to meet Alex's eyes, bright, hungry, promising more.
They weren't finished. Not even close. They rearranged without a word, bodies moving on instinct now.
Alex eased down onto the thick mat spread across the tower floor, lying flat on his back. The cool night air from the open window brushed over his sweat-damp skin. Livvy was the first to move, straddling his face in one fluid motion, knees planted on either side of his head, thighs framing him like a vice. She was dripping, swollen, still throbbing from everything they'd done so far. She lowered herself slowly, carefully, until her slick heat met his waiting mouth.
He didn't hesitate. Tongue flat and broad, he licked a long, slow lick from her entrance to her clitorious, tasting the sharp-sweet flood of her arousal. Then he focused, sucking her most sensitive area between his lips with pulses, flicking the tip of his tongue in tight, relentless circles. Livvy's hands braced on his chest for balance, her hips rocked forward in small, greedy grinds, chasing more pressure.
Shay swung a leg over him next, facing toward Livvy. She guided him back inside, taking every inch until her ass pressed flush against his hips. Then she started riding, hard, purposeful bounces that made her curves ripple and her breath hitch. Her hands gripped his thighs for leverage, the wet slap of skin on skin filled the small space, mixing with Livvy's soft whimpers and the low, muffled sounds Alex made against her pussy.
Livvy leaned forward, closing the distance. Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding, tangling, sharing the taste of salt and sex. Shay's fuller breasts pressed against Livvy's smaller, perky ones, their nipples dragged together with every roll of Shay's hips, sending sparks through both of them. Hands roamed, Livvy's fingers tracing the dip of Shay's waist, Shay's hands cupping Livvy's ass to help her grind harder against Alex's face.
The wanton action built fast. Alex's hips bucked up into Shay in shallow, desperate thrusts, meeting her downward strokes. His tongue never stopped, lapping, sucking, plunging inside Livvy whenever she lifted just enough to let him breathe. Livvy came first, sudden and shattering. Her thighs clamped around his head, she ground down hard, flooding his mouth as a muffled moan tore from her throat. The vibration of her cry, the way her body seized and shuddered, rippled straight through to Shay.
Shay followed seconds later, her walls clamping down like a fist around Alex, fucking him as her back bowed and another raw cry echoed off the stone walls. She rode through it, slower now, drawing out every last throb until she was trembling, oversensitive, gasping.
They gave him no recovery time.
Alex rose, legs unsteady but determined. He guided them both to the wide console window that overlooked the moonlit ocean, silver light spilling across the dark water far below. The glass was cool against their overheated skin.
He took Livvy first, turning her to face the view, bending her forward just enough that her palms braced on the console ledge. Her gymnast flexibility let her arch impossibly, ass presented, spine curved in a perfect bow. He slid back inside her from behind in one smooth thrust, deep, steady, controlled. Each jackhammering thrust dragged a soft, broken moan from her lips. Her pussy still fluttered from her last orgasm, gripping him tight.
Shay dropped to her knees beneath them. Her tongue flicked out, teasing Livvy's snatch first, then lower, lapping where Alex's cock stretched her open, tasting the mingled slickness of them both. Every few thrusts she sucked gently at Livvy's swollen folds or dragged her tongue along the underside of Alex's shaft as he pulled back, making him groan and falter for a heartbeat.
A few moments later, Shay was now bent over the console, ass up, back arched, dark hair pooling over her shoulders. Alex gripped her hips and drove into her, harder this time, pounding with the kind of pace that made her breasts bounce and her breath punch out in sharp cries. Livvy stood in front of her, kissing her deeply, swallowing every moan while her fingers found Shay's clit again, rubbing fast, tight circles that had Shay shaking within moments.
When Alex felt the pressure coiling tight at the base of his spine, when his thrusts turned erratic and his breathing ragged, he pulled out. They dropped to their knees together in front of him, faces tilted up, mouths open, tongues extended.
He came hard, thick ropes painting their tongues, their cheeks, dripping down onto their chests. Livvy caught the first streak on her tongue, Shay the next across her lips. They didn't flinch, only leaned in closer, licking each other clean in slow, filthy strokes. Tongues sliding over skin, sharing him between messy, open-mouthed kisses until every drop was gone.
"So," Livvy panted. "Truce? Or do we keep competing?"
Shay laughed. "Why choose? Tower 7's got room for three.”
The End