A (Less Than) Gleesome Threesome

Daisy closed her eyes and exhaled sharply as Peter's tongue made contact with her tit. In an instant, his mouth was full of her, his lips forming a tight seal around her areola as he started running his tongue up and down it. Daisy shivered, and for the time being all worries of what Victoria's reaction might be were forgotten as she fell to the might of Peter's lust-fuelled advance. He temporarily desisted the licking, and there were audible smacks as his lips drew tight against her skin and he began to suck on her inverted nipple.

Victoria meanwhile was honestly taken aback by how quickly he'd taken to this, not really having expected that kind of eagerness in the face of her palpably threatening behaviour. Was he really so horny that any sense of self-preservation had gone out the window so quickly? He wasn't even going to pretend it wasn't every bit the heavn sent treat all involved knew it was? She crossed her legs, frowning as Peter brought a hand up to cradle the underside of Daisy's breast, while Daisy herself fiddled with the other one, doing her best to grip the skin around the site of the other nipple and beginning to rub, stretch and tug on it. Peter's other hand came around, and he curved his arm around her back to support her, allowing Daisy to sag sightly, dropping a bit of her weight off of her feet and onto his fairly well-built arm. Her upper body tilted backwards, falling further into his arm, and he kept it stable as best he could to support her, following the arc of her body with his head so as to keep his mouth firmly pressed against the surface of her boob, sucking like his life depended on it.

Daisy's breathing intensified, and a fine, ruddy colour rose on her cheeks. Her other cheeks, down below, were also of a similarly vivid hue. She was, Victoria noted, now red in every sense of the word. Standing suddenly, she lazily ambled over to where Peter and Daisy were entangled, their bodies drawing closer and closer to one another. She stood in silence, observing them as they writhed and grinded against each other, Peter still sucking at her breast like a hungry infant. She saw his eyes open, and intuited he was running out of air. Sure enough, moments later, he broke off his salacious tonguing of her tits, inhaling a lungful of oxygen with his now free and open mouth. Victoria smirked at him, then took a step to the left to get a better view of Daisy's breast, seeing that there was a faint ring where Peter had been sucking, and her nipple was half-dislodged from its hiding place, the little bud of its tip barely visible in its hiding place. Daisy's eyes were still closed, so Victoria took the initiative and motioned for Peter to put her on the bed. Peter's expression was one of puzzlement, as he clearly still couldn't understand what his girlfriend's angle was here, but he obeyed quickly enough.

He rushed forward and picked Daisy up, her eyes flew open and she let out a surprised whoop, then gasped as he tossed her onto the bed. She lay there, her legs spread, her pussy seeming to invite him to join her and continue the fun, her complexion deeply flushed; something that completed the image was that she was also breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down, making her tits rise and fall, jiggling gently with each inhale and exhale. She cast a glance between Peter and Victoria, unsure of whether to give in and follow her desires, or continue worrying about what his jealous girlfriend might have up her sleeves.

As Peter approached the bed, however, the doubts just seemed to melt out of her — perhaps they collected in the small wet patch that was emerging just beneath her, as her pussy leaked freely, the juices soaking into Victoria's sheets. Daisy took a long, shuddering breath, then said one word, almost in a whisper, but it carried more than far enough in the small room. "Petey..." With that, Peter pounced on her, burying his face in her navel and clumsily freeing his cock at the same time. His head then began travelling up toward her chest, while his other head emerged, it and the rest of his cock stiff as a board as it entered her pussy. Victoria grimaced as Daisy giggled stupidly, wrapping her legs around Peter even as he began thrusting himself back and forth inside her. His face finally reached hers, and he stole a kiss — making Victoria distinctly uncomfortable — then burrowed into her voluminous red hair, taking a deep sniff and closing his eyes while he dicked her down.

Victoria watched with growing discomfort, waiting for the right moment, for the perfect opportunity to strike at the heart of this and kill it stone dead. While her boyfriend and Daisy fucking Halloran shamelessly screwed on her bed, she retrieved the dildo, and passed it between one hand and the other as she stood behind Peter, watching his hips move rhythmically, signalling his each and every thrust into Daisy's slutty little twat. Almost there, just a little longer...

Daisy was out of control, squeaking and squealing up a storm, her voice high-pitched and (to Victoria's mind) grating as she succumbed to her lust, and the pleasure Peter was providing her with. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah!" She said, over and over again, as if they hadn't all got the message the first time. Peter was balls-deep in her by now, his sack tapping softly against her taint with every movement. Now, she had graduated to not making any sense at all, "Pete, petey, pete...oh god, give me your babies, Pete! I wanna be pregnant by you, Pete! I wanna carry your children, Pete! I want you to cum in me and get me pregnant!"

Victoria raised an eyebrow. What kind of dumb whore had a breeding fetish? Really? When screwing somebody else's boyfriend, no less? Her fingers closed around the dildo in a tight grip. She would enjoy what happened next. Peter's back stiffened — the telltale sign that he was about to blow — and Victoria moved in for the kill. As Peter lost control of most of his faculties in advance of his ejaculation, she pushed him roughly aside, abruptly forcing him out of Daisy's snatch. Daisy sputtered incoherently, too close to her own orgasm for it to be stopped by something so trivial as that, and her legs started to convulse as she came. Quick as a flash, Victoria went in with the dildo and shoved it right up Daisy's arsehole. All at once, Daisy's ecstasy turned on its head, and her cries of orgasmic bliss rose into a single, keening howl. She shot to her feet like she'd had a fire lit under her, which wasn't too far from the truth, her hands grasping frenetically at the dildo's base. Victoria reached around and gave it a firm pat, and for Daisy that was the final straw. She screamed and hollered, still trying to grab onto and pull out the oversized dildo even as she started running for the door — all thoughts of retrieving her clothes were forgotten, instead she flung open the door and ran down the stairs, then out onto the street, her cries gradually fading into the distance.

Victoria had watched her go, cool as a cucumber. That had felt good...well, not for Daisy at the end there, but Victoria felt that her place as Peter's one and only was secure for at least a little while longer. She almost wanted to go after her and video the nude Daisy Halloran, screaming at the top of her lungs as she ran down the street in broad daylight, a bright purple dildo clearly visible nestled snugly between her butt cheeks. Alas, she had other business to attend to, and on that note she turned to face Peter — right as his climax reached its end, and hot blasts of cum came spewing forth from his cock — Victoria caught it full in the face, and when it was over, pale white ribbons glistening artfully all over it, she broke out into a wide smile. That was her man's cum, over her face. All was as it should be. She touched a fingertip to a bit of the semen, then lowered it to her mouth and popped it inside, savouring the not-so subtle flavour of salt on her tongue.