Jack and Yuruki Makes Three

You nuzzle your face against Jack’s neck as she carries you on her back. Yuruki unlocks the door to the room. You fall from Jack’s back, landing on the bed with a bounce. Yuruki pulls the salve from our bag, alongside a bottle of wine I hadn’t seen her grab. You watch her muscles flexing as she pulls the corkscrew from the neck of the bottle.

Meanwhile at the side of the bed, you watch as Jack slowly undoes the buttons of her vest. Slowly, oh so excruciatingly slowly, removes her vest followed by her blouse. Was it just you, or was it getting hot in here? You sit up, peeling the tight top you borrowed from Yuruki earlier from your body.

You smile seeing Jack mess up a button when your tits fall loose. Yuruki passes you a glass as you lie back. Returning Jack’s passionate stare, as you sip from your glass. Jack is handed her own glass, sipping before setting it aside to continue her stripping.

You’re jostled as Yuruki jumps on the bed, her knees slamming into the soft mattress. Your wine sloshes as you try not to spill. Yuruki’s glass loses a quarter of its contents. Red splashing across the comforter, and your shin. She holds her glass aloft, as she lowers herself to lick the wine from your leg. She moves up the bed, keeping constant contact with you to place her glass on the nightstand.

With her thigh pressed between yours, her hand resting against your sternum, she kisses your shoulder, before taking your lips with hers. “Ahem, Yu, not to make you feel out of place, but you’re the only one with a top still on.”

Yuruki breaks from the kiss, allowing both of you to look at Jack. Her speed with the buttons must have drastically increased once your eyes were off her. They say a watched pot never boils. “That’s a first,” Yuruki says, sitting upright again. Her sports bra coming off in a blur.

Jack kneels on the bed, pulling Yuruki in by the back of her neck. You watch as they kiss above you. You stare, burning with passion, Yuruki’s thigh still pressed against your sex. Each second adds to the burning in your loins, Jack’s moans giving you goosebumps down the back of your neck. You buck your hips, grinding against Yuruki’s leg.

Their kiss breaks with a wet smack, a line of saliva dripping between them. Jack lays next to you, taking your face in her hand. Her lips soft and tasting of the wine. You moan at the intrusion of Jack’s tongue, and a gasp as Yuruki’s leg leaves its home between yours. You can feel her weight leave the bed, before she jumps back again.

A wet squirting sound follows, and a cool sensation as her hands rub your ankle. You don’t even need to look to know what’s happening. Yuruki is applying the the salve to your injured ankle. It tingles against your skin.

Jack’s fingers play with your piercings, softly caressing your chest. You run your hand down Jack’s side. The pressure builds between the three of you, each touch, caress, kiss. Yuruki’s hands dig into the tender flesh, working in the salve. And steadily she works her massage up your leg. Over your calf, massaging past your knee, and into the meat of your thigh. Slowly making her way to your core, the anticipation causing you to drip with wetness. And a brush of her digits along your soaked panties call forth a moan, and a groan as her touch disappears before finding their way to your other leg. The whole slow and sensual massage starting once again.

In your need you reach for your own pleasure, but Jack takes your wrist guiding you to her pants. You undo her buttons and help as she squirms from their confines giving you full access to her pussy. Your fingers brushing against her wetness. “I need you,” Jack says. Sitting up next to you, she finishes removing her pants. Then she walks on her knees until she’s reached your head. With a swing of her leg, she’s hovering over your face, her back to the headboard.

You give her a nod, lifting your head to reach her. The first taste washing over your tongue as her sweetness mingles with the lingering wine. Yuruki’s hands digging into your thigh, her approach bringing her once again closer to your sex.

Jack grinds against your face. Her body blocking your vision, as her folds rub against your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your tongue. Jack’s fingers are on your chest, squeezing, kneading, thrumming over your pierced nipples.

Jack’s hips grow erratic in their gyrations, her moans louder with each lick, every time your lips find purchase to wrap around her clit. And just as you feel her pleasure surging through her, her legs tightening around your head, and the quivering of her body above you, Yuruki’s fingers brush against your own clit through the lace of your panties.

You feel her fingers hooking into the waist of them, and with a raise of your hips they’re quickly disposed of. And you wait, as Jack breaths are heavy above you, you push into her, eliciting a gasp as you disrupt her recovery efforts. But Yuruki’s touch doesn’t return as you expected. Instead you feel her leave the bed once again. A third jump brings her back, as you all jostle on the bed.

You feel something brushing against your sex. You register the toy just before it thrusts into you. Yuruki’s legs pressed against yours, as the toy plunges your depths. Jack doesn’t remove herself from her seat upon your face, instead grinding herself once again in search of a second orgasm. She leans forward, her stomach pressed against your tits, and her lips find plenty of places to rest along your hips.

All while Yuruki thrusts in and out of you, quickly pushing you to your own climax. Someone’s thumb presses against your clit, was it Jack? Yuruki? Did it really matter when if felt this good?