Doing his part for the community

John smiled weakly at Cynthia’s offer. Not one to initiate something like this, but not one to turn it down either. “Sure, I’d like that,” John said with a smile tugging on his lips. Cynthia reached underwater, stroking his member while Nissa swam over, her eyes full of mirth as she pasted herself to his right arm. Her lips parted softly as she whispered into his ear, “I hope you like chocolate, because chocolate sure as hell likes you.”

John chuckled at the cheesy joke, feeling Cyn’s palm cupping his balls while the other softly tugged on his cock, getting him hard as she eyed him and her best friend. “Go on, babe, touch her. She won’t bite, and I won’t get mad over it. Seriously.”

John nodded with a sigh, pulling Cyn’s face to his, giving her a deep kiss, whispering, “You are such a cool girlfriend, ordering me to cheat on you.”

Cynthia scraped her nails over his cock, causing him to hiss in pain. “It’s not cheating if I am okay with it. And don’t think this is an a-ok to just go bang everything that moves okay? I just don’t mind sharing you with cuties, especially if said cuties have a vested interest in keeping me happy too…”

“Noted. I can build a harem, but you have to be okay with the members. I can do that. First, I’ll need to find girls crazy enough to be with me.” He kissed her neck. “Lucky for me, the Abyss is full of crazy people.”

Nissa laughed as she heard that. “Well, I would not say we are crazy, just different.” As she said that she took his right hand and placed it on her breast, his fingers starting to rub the supple flesh instinctively. Cynthia kept stroking his cock, running her thumb around the underside of his cockhead, causing him to shudder in the slightly muddled water.

John, now fully sure his girlfriend was okay with it, leaned over to Nissa, her hand on his cheek as they zeroed in on each other’s lips, kissing softly, not as tender as he had done with Cynthia, nor as passionate, but it was a sweet kiss. His thumb brushed over her nipples, causing her to moan softly.

Cynthia slowly stroked his cock, watching them kiss, cupping his balls and massaging them while they did. John, feeling the extra stimulus, grunted softly, his other hand moving down Cynthia’s body, rubbing over her stomach, downward to her recently deflowered prize. He trailed his fingers over it in a way that he hoped would be pleasurable.

The reaction he got from Cynthia was one that indicated he was right. Her soft moans increased in pitch as she more vigorously jacked him off. She felt up and down his cock, then nodded sagely. “Yes, this feels good to me,” she whispered as she kissed his neck, then quickly got up, getting her feet to the little sitting space and crouched over him. Her upper body pressed against his face for a moment, John kissing the wet flesh while Nissa sat back, Cynthia placed one leg on each side of his lap, then started sinking down, resting her hands on his shoulders, looking him over, eyes resting on his scar. “It does have something; a hunter should have scars.” John was slightly confused why she brought it up, only to feel her wet folds kissing his tip. “Distracting people before you go in for the kill, hunting one, oh, one.” she teased, closing her eyes as she slowly sank down, her pussy stretching to accommodate his length. Cynthia breathed heavily, her face distorting in pleasure as she inch by inch sank down on his cock.

Nissa watched this from the side, fingers trailing over John’s wet chest. “If you can make her make that face without even being all the way in, you must be something special,” she purred, licking his neck as his right hand still massaged her breast. The left now on Cynthia’s hips, helping her down while helping himself to a generous grope of her tight little backside. Cyn moaned, halfway down, eyes half lidded and a blissful look on her face.

John swallowed; he felt intense tightness, this was after all being only the second time he was inside someone, as it was for her the second time someone was inside of her. He moaned loudly as well, their sounds echoing through the cave, joining in with others, in similar positions. And then, with a rather hard thrust up and a downward push from Cynthia, they were joined at the pelvis. John’s cock bottoming out inside his girlfriend. Her back arched as Nissa slid John’s hand down from her breast, wanting at least some of this hunk while his cock was busy.

Cynthia kissed him again, legs shaking underwater as their tongues met. Sloppily, lustfully they swapped saliva while moaning into each other’s mouth. Cyn then finally started to move, her hips rising as she whispered, “I got this, babe, go for it. You have two to take care of, after all.”

John marveled at his girlfriend’s sharing spirit; he had been almost fully focused on her when she started to slide down his member, his hand moving basically on instinct. Now that he had part of his brain back, most of it still dominated by the one downstairs, he moved his hand down Nissa’s stomach, feeling her muscles, caressing them, his fingers moving slower than she liked, and he knew it. Her lips blew out a sigh when her eyes locked onto his. “Go on… Please, stop teasing me,” she begged him, almost out of breath.

While John finally ran his fingers over her pussy, he could feel it almost radiating more heat than the pool did. He slipped in a finger, feeling her folds pulse around him, trying to suck him in deeper. A louder sigh flowed from her lips; she was in the middle of forming a sentence when Cynthia locked her own lips with hers, the two girls trading a passionate kiss, one of Cynthia’s hands cupping Nissa’s breast as they made out.

John, clearly enjoying the sight of his girlfriend and a hot girl making out, thrust up harder. This in turn caused Cynthia to squeal into the kiss, which then encouraged John to add a second finger to the one exploring Nissa’s hidden treasure. With his inquisitive fingers feeling around inside of her, softly moving them in and out, he wanted to give her pleasure but not get her off before she could move onto the main event herself.

Cynthia shuddered in his lap, moving her hips like a girl possessed; her clit rubbed over his stomach as she rode him. A loud, high pitched cry eventually sounded from her mouth, Cynthia finally breaking her kiss with Nissa as she stared into John’s eyes. “I’m cumming, John, you’re making me cum. Oh fuck.” Her eyes rolled back as she mumbled that, John holding her by her hip as he kept fucking upwards. Cynthia bend backwards, her hair floating in the water as she screamed, “Yes! Fuck yes!” and then she came. John felt her body convulsing, her pussy tightening and milking him harder; she became almost painfully tight, his cock pulsing heavily when he realized that they were doing it raw. Just as Cynthia’s body went limp and got sent floating off in the pool with a thrust, he pulled out, shaking heavily as he came hard into the pool water. A loud primal grunt flowing from his lips as he shot glob after glob of thick goo, the cum starting to float to the surface soon enough.

Cynthia lay fully limp and spread on the water, floating with her eyes closed and her arms dangling on the water surface; her auburn hair moved around her head like a halo, her pussy slightly red from the rigorous fucking it just got.

Nissa came closer to him as she moved her hand through the water, catching a thick glob of his spunk, and brought it to her lips. She swished it around in her mouth and then swallowed exaggeratedly. “Mmm, that does taste good, among the top three I ever tasted,” she whispered as her hand went for his cock, intent on getting him ready for a second round. Her eyes went wide when she found him still rock hard and ready to go. “My my, what a stud you are,” she teased.

John smirked as he got a bit more confident. He reached for her neck, pulling her in for a small peck on the cheek, whispering into her ear, “Lean over the side of the pool. I’ve got something I want to try.”

Nissa nodded eagerly, placing her knees on the sitting area and raising her ass just barely out of the water, resting her weight on her arms, her wet breasts swaying softly in the hot air.

John got up from his seat, looking at his girlfriend blissfully floating in the middle of the cummy water and snickered slightly. Then he focused on Nissa. She had waited her turn, so he was intent on giving her the same treatment he gave Cynthia, an intense fucking. With those thoughts in mind, he ran his fingers over her soft, plush buttocks, giving them a good grope before getting into position.

“Hmm, you like my butt, hm? People tend to say it’s my best asset,” she purred, looking over her shoulder to see John’s cock rise from the water. He guided it to her folds, a look of disbelief in her eyes when she saw just how much heat he was packing. “Okay, fair enough,” she muttered, looking at the fucked out Cynthia.

John, mind addled by lust, placed his tip against Nissa’s pussy and with one thrust pressed a quarter of his cock into her succulent flower. Nissa arched her back as she felt it, her folds pushed open to make room for John’s member.

“Ready, Nissa?” John asked between gritted teeth; seeing her nod in acknowledgement, he pressed on. He placed one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, as he started to thrust. Shallow at first, pumping just a little more into her each time, causing small annoyed moans to sound out from the black huntress. “Stop teasing me and take me already. Let me feel what Cynthia just felt!” she begged desperately.

John grinned, leaning over her shoulder as he whispered. “Yes, ma’am.” His hips pushed forward, burying his full length in her soaking pussy. He had felt how warm she was when he fingered her before, but by Artemis, it was even better when he actually fucked her. Her pussy felt different from Cynthia’s: she was tight, but not as tight; her body was a bit warmer though, which made it an entirely different experience on its own.

Nissa pressed her hips back every time he thrust in, feeling his thrusts shake her to her very core. His cockhead kissing against her womb with every deep thrust. Her face was a mask of pleasure, lewd moans and cries sounded out without end as her breasts moved freely with each movement, one of her hands between her legs, rubbing over her clit as if to start a fire. John’s hand soon found one soft breast to knead while the other remained on her hip, thrusting into her like there was no tomorrow.

He felt the curse that was his resurrection sickness at this moment though; his endurance was not what he’d hoped it would be. He took a shivering breath, hissing, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Which got an almost maniacal “Yes!” in response. Nissa whipped her head over her shoulder and arched her back, her fingers moving in a blur as she sped herself along to orgasm in unison with John.

It took all of his willpower not to cum inside Nissa either, but a few thrusts more, and he knew it was now or never. He pulled out of her just as she started to cum and rested his cock between her plush cheeks; he thrust in between them once and started to cum for a second time in a short while, shooting his pearly white cum onto her beautiful, smooth black skin. He sadly didn’t have the mindset to admire it as he fell back into the water himself, noticing that, while his endurance had been halved, his libido was still going strong.

Nissa was tuckered out over the side of the pool, resting with her ass in the air and her face on the ground, heavy twitches coursing through her body, cum coating her back while she tried to regain her breath.

Just as John sat back down to recover, his girlfriend’s voice rang out next to his ear.