Inferno

Ashley felt more than a little exposed. When Jack had lewdly suggested that they invite anyone that discovered them to join in, the thought had been thrilling in the moment; one more person to give and take from the experience. Now though, she was past her haze of lust, and she was acutely aware of the consequences of being found. Samara was a figure that one naturally felt inclined to look up to, what with her being so wise and experienced. Ashley was no exception, and she felt a pang of shame, as though being caught in the act by the justicar was somehow letting her down, or at least revealing a weak side.

"We were just-"

"Ah-ah," Jack cut her off with a raised finger. "You weren't interrupting anything. Ash and I were just fooling around. How was the cool water?"

"... It was pleasant." Samara was not so much awestruck as she was cautiously taking a read of the room. Old as she was, she had seen a lot in her life, and hence this was nothing stunning. All the same, she recognized this as a very intimate situation she had stumbled upon, and if her presence was not welcome, then she would not impose. "How was... your time together?"

"Earth-shattering," Jack said bluntly. Ashley was on the cusp of facepalming. "The L-C here was just saying how she would love it if we could get you in on the action."

"Was she now?" Samara turned to the soldier, resting a hand on her hip.

Ashley inadvertently ran her eyes up and down the asari's form. Thinking along the same avenue as everyone else, the justicar had changed out of her suit and into a spare bra and panties. In that underwear, Samara's body looked astoundingly human. The alien cut a figure that many humans would find perfect for an attractive, mature woman. Those panties hung on wide hips, those breasts looked ready to spill out of that bra, and her face was one that got Ashley hot on its own.

"No, I wasn't saying that," Ashley corrected.

Jack threw up her arms in disbelief. You can lead a horse to water...

"But that doesn't mean I don't feel that way."

One eyebrow bounced on Samara's visage. "Then you would welcome my involvement in your relations?" she clarified.

"Absolutely," Jack blurted before Ashley could introduce any more complications.

A grin lit Samara's face as anticipation simmered in her. "It has been some time since I've indulged with others." She approached elegantly.

Jack nudged Ashley and whispered to her. "We still arrived at her joining in, but you chose to take the detour that makes me look like an idiot?" As small as it was, she would have appreciated the other human simply playing along rather than insisting on perfect honesty like it changed something about the situation.

"Don't set yourself up next time," Ashley patted her shoulder reassuringly. They disentangled themselves to receive the asari. Meanwhile, Samara was pulling her top over her head. Her bountiful chest came free buoyantly. Her bottom wear came away damp; though not with water from her bath.

"Mmm, I've got a place for you right here," Jack swung her legs onto the bench toward Ashley and patted the space between them.

Samara followed the instruction, climbing on to sit facing Jack with their legs around one another. She made a steamy display of getting into place, and neither Jack nor Ashley was certain if it was deliberate, or if the matriarch was naturally so sensually graceful.

"Oooh," Jack cooed, admiring Samara's bust up close. "I've been waiting to get my hands on these since the moment I saw you." She took them both in an appreciative grip and shivered, lending credence to the claim that this was an old dream for her. "You really missed out, Ash," she spoke past the justicar. "I may not have hidden my assets during my time with Shepard, but Samara here was hardly any better. Every time you went by I was waiting for your suit to just fall open and give us all a fantastic view of your girls." Jack was very in-her-face with Samara as she lavished her nipples with gropes and flicks.

The asari's centred demeanour was being unravelled. Her heart was fluttering and her mouth hung open to take gasping breaths. Her own hands were restless, playing up and down Jack's legs. Her attention was displaced when Ashley's hands, which had been squeezing the tension from her shoulders, shifted south to cup her rear.

"You've always dressed like that?" the soldier asked over the asari's shoulder. She chuckled. "When I saw you at Shepard's party, I had assumed you were displaying a little more skin because it was an occasion. You didn't strike me as the sort to... show off."

"Humans are - mmf - a little more shy than asari are," Samara explained. She did not let the groping get in the way of her words. "Jack's choice of wardrobe was..." the matriarch trailed off to blatantly admire her fellow biotic's form. "...A welcome change of pace," she said softly with a smirk.

"Glad you enjoyed the show, but now you can do more than watch," Jack purred, clearly inviting Samara to do as she pleased.

No sooner had she laid her hands on Jack's chest and waist than she was pushed over by the younger woman. Her head fell into Ashley's lap, who looked as surprised as she did. Back she went as Jack dragged her in and met Samara's pussy with her own, bumping a gasp from the asari. The tattooed woman straddled one blue leg and lifted the other straight up to rest upon her shoulder.

Samara stared at Jack expectantly as she seemed to fiddle with nothing about getting into position. "I'm ready," she said with an edge of impatience.

Jack raised an eyebrow playfully. "You are? That's funny, because I don't see you doing anything for Ash here." She said it like they had planned it out beforehand.

Recomposing herself, Samara nonchalantly looked to the lieutenant commander from below. "Ashley, you may mount me when you are ready."

"Holy fuck," the soldier blinked.

"Like a dream come true, right?" Jack snickered.

The lieutenant commander did not hesitate to comply. With some help from the asari, she found a position where she could rest a tolerable amount of her weight on that beautiful face. Samara took her by the hips and began making out with her trimmed nethers.

"Oh my..." Ashley trailed off. Her legs wobbled with the effect of Samara's mouth. The human was briefly appreciative that the bench was as wide as it was. Were it any shorter, she certainly would have lost her footing and toppled off. A whistle from Jack opened her eyes back up. The biotic nodded vaguely at Samara. "What?" Ashley asked.

Jack rolled her eyes, annoyed that the other human was not catching on. "If you're having a hard time staying on while riding her face, there're these wonderful things for steadying yourself." She leaned over and guided one of Ashley's hands to Samara's breast. Now on the same page, Ashley took hold of the other too.

As the woman on her face fondled her chest, Samara moaned into her core. The noise was not kept from Jack's ears, and it excited her. The last of her patience was dissolved, and she rocked her waist against Samara.

The heat was almost easy to forget about with the titillating goings on, but they sweat all the same. Wherever skin met skin, it did not get the chance to bead; immediately smeared between taut or pliant flesh. Jack only noticed the fellow heat of Samara's body insofar as it contrasted with the relative cool of the air on her back. As for her sex though, whenever she slid home and pressed it to Samara's, she felt the lascivious burn. It was like a hungry flame, demanding that it be fed more, only for that fuel to further increase its appetite.

Jack rolled her lips against Samara's in a sticky and steamy union. The stimulation seemingly alternated between spurring and impeding the asari's cunnilingus. Ashley's body wished to writhe and shudder freely, but relaxing too much risked careening from her perch. She tried to do as Jack recommended and support herself with Samara's bosom, but the mammaries were simply too pliant to be of aid; truly a conundrum.

She and Jack, both losing themselves to the pleasure, gradually drooped forward. Eventually their diminishing proximity caught the attention of each woman, and with a look into each other's eyes, they arrived at consensus. With both of them extending one arm to take hold of the other, they joined lips without disrupting their respective interactions with Samara. Ashley had elected not to kiss Jack when her own essence was still present in the biotic's mouth; but now, experiencing the passion with which the younger woman worked her tongue, it was almost enough to make her regret her prior choice.

The soldier felt her next climax creeping at the edge of her senses when she noticed a change between her legs. Samara retreated into what little space she had beneath Ashley's endowed ass, moaning out. As she took her euphoric plunge, Jack humped her more aggressively. Whether she was doing it for the asari, or to prompt her own orgasm, Ashley could only guess. Either way, soon she was the only one of the three left out of the coalescent rapture.

Ashley had been close, but she raised herself on her knees to afford Samara the most room to breathe, because that was the kind of gentlewoman she was. Eventually and evidently, recovery slipped into renewal, because Samara and Jack were once again working their mounds against one another. With a roll of her eyes, Ashley resigned to tending to herself, withdrawing a hand from Samara's chest and inserting two fingers where the asari's tongue had been.

Jack took notice. "You're leaving your girl hanging there," she chastised Samara.

The justicar tilted her head back and smiled at the woman masturbating above her.

"It would only be right for you to make it up to her," the biotic human spurred. "Got any ideas of how to do so?"

"I believe I do," the matriarch said promisingly. She extracted herself from both women as well as the bench. Standing, she tinkered with her omni-tool until a glowing, orange phallus materialised over her groin. "Come here," she beckoned to Ashley. "And Jack, I would not mind some aid in my restitution."

"Tch, as if I was just going to sit by and watch."

Ashley found herself standing between the two women with projected dildos. Samara was first, probing her muff and supporting her as she put more of her weight on the shaft. Jack followed closely, directing her own toy between the soldier's supple glutes.

Both of Ashley's lovers knew exactly what they were doing. The rods constructed by their omni-tools were the perfect blend of rigidity and malleability. They were small, optimal for the initial penetration. Once progress had been made, their wielders could manipulate the dimensions to better please their shared recipient.

It was not long before the lieutenant commander's legs could not be relied on to keep herself upright. Not to worry though, as Jack and Samara were each strong women on their own, lifting Ashley between the two of them was a breeze. Samara supported her beneath the knees; holding them at her sides and allowing the human to wrap them around her waist. Jack meanwhile held Ashley by her enviable rear. If she was honest, holding the other woman up may have simply been a happy side effect of her groping that ass.

"Feeling all right?" Samara asked, gauging Ashley's acclimation to the two fronts of penetration.

"Mhmm," she hummed, mouth shut with her teeth digging at her lip.

Both of the biotics took the cue, gently giving Ashley over to gravity, and letting her sink down the pair of shafts. At another hum from the soldier, they intervened again, raising her back up. They paid close attention to her, reading her for indications of the appropriate depth and speed.

Ashley made small noises; half-grunts and gasps that were barely twitches of the lungs. She wanted to continue playing with Samara's breasts, but she once again found herself needing to brace against the asari. She cast her arms around the older woman's shoulders and allowed her eyes to become lost in Samara's own piercing set.

A conversation of facial expressions was held between them. Close as they were, both views were filled with lips that parted for sharp inhales, and pinched for jubilant moans; with brows that sloped in needy pleas, and furrowed in dares for further audacity; with eyes that widened for welcome surprises, and closed in euphoric gratitude; with irises that drank it all in; broad, and insatiable.

Falling deeper into it, Jack and Samara's focus drifted away from Ashley's pleasure, and toward their own. The toys generated by their omni-tools stimulated their own sexes. For every brush, contraction, drag, bend, or quiver detected in the lieutenant commander's pussy or ass, they received a neural treat in their own. The better they gave, the better they got.

Before long the biotics were humping away at Ashley in pursuit of their own highs. At this point, she had been excited enough for the shafts to expand wider and deeper, granting her a profound experience. This prompted a positive feedback loop as her thrills inflamed the others. No longer did she support herself on Samara's shoulders, as the duo had closed in on her, sandwiching her in their frantic bids for relief.

Flesh slipped and slid seamlessly. Pressed between warm bodies made warmer by spirited activity, and set in a space already intolerably hot, Ashley felt wrung for all the sweat she had. On the bright side, it made for a fluid fuck. Not that any of this found space in her mind, overcrowded with ecstasy and affection for her partners as it was.

"Don't... s-stop..." she hissed.

Samara's expression went from determined to strained as she redoubled her efforts.

"Ah, fuck!" the soldier yelped.

Putting more into her pace and ****, Samara leaned forward, resting her head upon Ashley's chest. Jack took note of the shift. Not one to be outdone, she followed suit. The youngest woman finally forfeited her grip on Ashley's bountiful backside, snaking her arms around her midsection from behind, granting her a firm and intimate hold on the lieutenant commander. The thrusts that ensued implied that she was doing her best to put the 'Jack' in 'jackhammer'.

"Agh!" Ashley practically sobbed. She could feel her precipice drawing nearer, and wished to proclaim some vocal spur to guarantee its arrival. Inarticulate as it was, her guttural praise of Samara and Jack would have to suffice. It certainly seemed to, what with both lovers fucking her like her life depended on it.

Samara went and did something unexpected when she pulled her head off Ashley's chest and met her lips in a shaky yet wanton kiss. Ashley had been certain she could not get any hotter, but was proven wrong. Their laboured breaths crashed against one another, virtually boiling their mouths and throats.

The kiss was well timed, as it shoved Ashley that little bit further to hit her climax. She reeled away from the asari, eyes rolling and teeth clenched as the first of the waves hit her. "HNNNNNG!" she strained. She hugged Samara tight, mirroring the interplay between her walls and the synthetic shaft that filled them. Both of her partners knew she was contracting by the way their omni-toys delivered them to new levels.

"Oh my-" Jack gasped.

"Goddess!" Samara finished the sentiment. Her thrusts lost their power as she met her climax and attempted to push the euphoria as far as she could. The lurch gave way to the dive though, and she went still, clinging to Ashley as if she was the one receiving.

With the two of them riding out their orgasms, Jack was the only one left to notice that Samara's legs were giving out, and their pleasure was about to take a turn for the unpleasant. Acting remarkably fast for the situation, the youngest woman intervened, calling upon her telekinetic abilities to catch the other two and let them down gently. As a consequence of the change in position, Jack had been **** to withdraw her tool; the program automatically reducing its dimensions so as not to injure Ashley. Thanks to Jack's swift reaction, the spent pair was settled atop one another - unharmed - panting and shivering in spite of the heat.

"Th- Thank you..." Samara managed to mumble. Her chest heaved with Ashley's form over it; her face settled under the soldier's cleavage.

"I know the heat feels like its cooking the brain cells right out of our heads, but you've got to be more careful than that," Jack chided.

Ashley knew that it was technically Samara's fault they had fallen, but in light of the waves they had just ridden, she could hardly blame the asari for giving out under the burden. It had been well worth the wait, missing out when Samara and Jack got theirs. When the fog in her mind had cleared enough, she thought to check on the woman beneath her. The justicar did not look terribly distressed to be cradled between her breasts.

The lieutenant commander chuckled at this. She moved down Samara, mindful of the still-active phallus that stood vertical against her parted nethers. Once their faces were level, she indulged in more of the older woman's dexterous mouth. She became aware of the way the omni-toy slid up and down against her lips.

Jack scoffed to herself at the sight. These two demonstrably did not need a wealth of time to recover. Whatever the case, she was not content with sitting on the sideline. With the moment for heroism behind them, she moved behind a preoccupied Ashley and situated herself on her knees. She had already taken the soldier from behind once, but the idea of getting enough of Ashley's ass seemed unthinkable.

Reengaging her high-tech hard-on, Jack groped the globes and rested the rod in the voluptuous valley. The recipient clearly noticed by the way she cast a semi-curious look over her shoulder before returning to her tongue-diving. Jack scaled the phallus up to a substantial length and girth, a size adequate for topping Ashley's prize of a posterior.

With overflowing handfuls, the biotic pushed the globes together to sandwich her toy. She let out a sigh as the signals in her vagina rekindled her mood. She heard some sort of noise from Ashley as well. She pushed back and forth, enjoying the subtle waves in the curvy, yet strong flesh between her fingers. She imagined she could get off to this foreplay alone if she wanted to.

With the sultry tongue in her mouth, and the rigid shafts gambolling at her front and backside, Ashley hardly thought it greedy of herself to want another release. Reaching down she manoeuvred the first phallus to slip into her welcoming sex, winning a hiss from Samara.

"Too much too quick?" the human asked with an apologetic smirk.

"Not enough." The justicar unbridled the motions of her hips; shifting from involuntary gyrations to deliberate thrusts.

"Ah!" Ashley moaned. Her waist quickly found the rhythm in the asari's penetration and bounced along to meet it.

Jack's grip on the backside was secure enough to survive the hike in action, but the change made maintaining it more of a chore than it was worth. "Heads up," she declared. "If we're going back to scrambling your guts, then I'm not missing out." She shrank her toy, entered the mutual partner in their arrangement, then enlarged it to the size automatically calculated as the biggest comfortable for Ashley. As promised, she joined Samara in her effort to rearrange the lieutenant commander's innards.

"Fuck!" she choked in remorseful-sounding revelry. It had only been minutes since she was riding both omni-tools, but she had already forgotten how good the other women were with them.

"No kidding," Jack agreed with the inadvertent sentiment. She too was climbing to a point of pleasure similar to where she had been before their tumble. "Shit, Ash... you've got the best ass... Agh... I don't ever want to stop fucking it... Fu-ah... How- Mmf! H-How about you, Sammy? Enjoying yourself too?"

"By the goddess..." Samara practically mewled. "I don't remember the last time I felt this good with someone. Oh, Ashley... you are as great a blessing in body as you are in heart and mind!"

"Th-Thanks... ungh..." Brain-boiling pleasure aside, it was not every lay that Ashley enjoyed a sweet-talking partner. Rarer still was it that she found herself with one delivering such elegant compliments. She rather liked it.

"Ah!" Jack exclaimed at a sudden spike in stimuli from her toy. She had not done anything different with her thrusts, which meant that it must have been Ashley that prompted it. "Are... you getting close... Ash? Ahn..." She felt another, and chuckled. "Yeah, I'd say you are." She shifted her hands from the mesmerising globes to the hips that would grant her better purchase. "Well, let's make it a good one..."

With that as the only warning, the tattooed woman once again put her skills at blistering bucking on display.

"Haaaa-aaaaah-aaaaah!" Ashley wailed. The need to voice her pleasure would only concede to her need to draw breath.

"Oh my," Samara muttered. Laid as she was, it would have proven difficult to match Jack's pace. She decided it best to stay out of the way, and deactivated her omni-shaft. What she could do however, was use her hands in an unobtrusive way. Slipping one arm beneath Ashley's swaying body, she cupped her fingers in a static position for her to rock her pussy against each time she went back. It was a brilliant complement to Jack's pounding.

"OH MY FU...!" Ashley did not finish the exclamation. Her arms gave out, folding to cushion her head on Samara's collar. Her legs pinched, catching the asari's fingers against her labia. She shoved herself back upon Jack's strap. "HNNG. HNNG. HNNG," she groaned in time with the waves of her orgasm.

The tightening around the phallus and weight thrown backward rewarded Jack for her part in Ashley's arrival. "Gah! Ash!" she gasped. First, she leaned back as her hips drove themselves to collect every additional centimetre of euphoria the toy would pay them for. Then she fell forward as her erector muscles succumbed to her own climax, clinging to Ashley's own back and spooning her form.

Three bodies are not easy to stack without active effort, and so Jack rolled off the top while Ashley remained on Samara's chest. Extracting her hand, the justicar noted the nectar that coated her digits. She captured them in her mouth and licked them clean while Ashley panted in place. As the huffing and puffing quieted, the women were all reacquainted with their other needs.

"Anyone else dying for a drink?" Jack inquired.