There is an old children nursery rhyme in Katolis, about a donkey put between a pile of oat and a pile of hay, who couldn't decide which one to eat first, resulting in it getting starved to death. Callum definitely felt like that metaphor of indecisiveness, when he was cornered and confronted by two older girls, eager to settle their dispute once and for all.
And both of them had very strong arguments to convince him. Claudia, the quirky brunette Callum knew since childhood, was kissing him, with her now-naked chest pressed against his, allowing him to fell her voluptuous breasts he so far could only dream about. And if Claudia's kiss hasn't made him light-headed from the lack of oxygen, the the sight of Rayla undoing her clothes as well and shoving her back against his crotch would have certainly done so.
A grimace on the moonshadow elf's signified that Rayla was not particularly happy from the fact that Claudia has snatched Callum's lips first, but she had something better. With a sharp move, she reached her blade, cut off the binding of her underwear, and the very next moment, when she pressed her backside to Callum, the young man could feel exactly how ready Rayla has been the whole time, and judging from the moans spilling from her mouth, she must have felt him too.
But the girls were more in control of him than he thought. Claudia grabbed his left arm and shoved it between her legs, making Callum feel the heat and wetness their long make-out session has produced. Rayla, in slightly less gentle fashion grabbed his right one and forced him to caress her breasts, which, though definitely smaller than Claudia's, seemed to be equally sensitive. Strangely enough, though the girls certainly didn't look eye-to-eye, in this one moment, the two definitely seemed to cooperate, sharing their boyfriend. With Claudia lying on her side, Callum also could have sworn that he spotted Rayla trying to sneak her hand between her legs too, but she was too absorbed bouncing up and down on his cock, now engulfed completely by her soaking folds.
With his mouth kissing Claudia's bosom, his hands working tirelessly to stimulate his two ladies, and the sight of Rayla's ass, it wasn't long until Callum's body begun writhing and squirming under the oncoming climax. Catching the last gasp of air, Callum cried their names out, and for the first time since their night begun, he found he was able to move his body freely, just when he sat up, covered in sweat, realising where he has been the entire time.
Startled by his cry, Claudia and Rayla woke up as well, both ready to defend their camp. It took Callum a moment to assure them he was just having a dream, and that he would be fine, he just had to sit in quiet for a while. Only when both women have gone back to sleep, he was ready to lie down again, hoping neither of them has noticed the sudden bulge in his pants. A wave of all-too-familiar guilt swept over him, and in his mind, he kept repeating himself that they are his friends, he shouldn't be having such fantasies about them at all!
But those thoughts returned when he tried turning to his side: on his right, Claudia slept facing him, the cleavage in her dress leaving very little to imagine about her bosom, and when turned to his left one, the grey material covering Rayla's ass reflected enough light that she might as well be mooning him.
The young adult rolled to his back, and sighed, simultaneously cursing and praising the difficult age he's been going through, hoping to revisit his dream.