Threesome More

You writhe under the attention of the two women. Yuruki’s toy penetrating you, and Jack’s kisses along your body while her pussy grinds against your face once again. You lap at Jack’s folds, and when she leans forward just enough, you follow leaning up, but the smallest gap gives you room to snake a hand up. You plunge a finger, then two, into her, keeping your tongue and lips on her clit.

You moan as Yuruki’s hips slam against you, the phallus attached to her groin plunging deep with each slap. Each of Jack’s kisses like a burning electricity at each point of contact. You buck your hips, trying to maximize any pleasure you can take. Your climax is imminent, but based on Jack’s contractions around your fingers, you’d say hers is as well.

You do your best to keep steady, in and out, as you flick your tongue. Jack’s nails dig into your thigh, your waist. Yuruki steadily builds to a fervor. Jack shrieks in pleasure, her walls contract around your digits. With your goal achieved, your focus drops and with another thrust Yuruki achieves hers as well, but her focus doesn’t wane. Her thrusts fuck you straight through your climax.

You and Jack quiver under and over the other. Your pleasure mingling in every touch. Jack rolls off to the side, Yuruki’s toy leaves you empty. You pant, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your face is wet, dripping with Jack’s juices, a lick of your lips reinvigorates the taste.

Yuruki’s toy glistens in the light from your own orgasm. It’s orange, Sirens branded with Yuruki’s own name written along the shaft. She wraps her fingers in a ring around the base, maneuvering it down and out. At the end of the shaft is a bulbous hook that rested inside her, the shape of the toy kept it inserted.

She hovers the tip of the toy before Jack’s mouth. Her lips parting to allow the wet toy to enter her mouth, her tongue flicking out to lap up more of your fluids. Yuruki pulls the toy away, “My turn,” she lowers the bulb pressing it through your folds. The bulb gives a pleasurable filling, a rough spot on the hook rests against your clit, and the base of the shaft rests against your pubic mound. Yuruki’s cock, or yours now, still glistens from your fluids and Jack’s saliva as Yuruki straddles over your hips, hovering over it.

Yuruki impales herself on the toy. The motion rubs the spot against your clit, jostles the bulb within you. You’re still sensitive from your recent climax. You can’t help but admire Yuruki’s body as she bounces atop you. “Fuck Amber, fuck me.” You push up off the bed, thrusting to match Yuruki’s own motions.

Jack rises to a kneel on the bed. She kisses Yuruki. Yuruki slows her movements to return the oral embrace. You keep up your thrusts, Yuruki gyrates her hips, changing the sensation against your sensitivities. You watch in awe as Jack’s fingers trail across Yuruki’s perfectly defined abs, snaking towards her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Yuruki calls out. She hungrily returns to Jack’s mouth, their embrace fills you with a hunger for more. You push your self up, sitting up right as Yuruki continues grinding against you. Once fully upright, you join them, taking Yuruki’s mouth as your own, then Jack’s.

Yuruki cums, her arms wrapped around you, squeezing, her face buries itself in the crook of your neck. Your hand upon her back, you can feel her muscles convulsing. Jack strokes a hand through your hair.

“That was amazing,” Yuruki huffed, pushing you back onto the bed. When the toy slips from inside her, you can feel it as a pressure releases. She lies atop you, her mouth on yours. You feel the pressure on the toy return, as the roughness rubs against your clit. You look over Yuruki’s shoulder to see Jack riding the toy.

Yuruki’s tongue finds its home in your mouth, her hand massaging your titflesh. You press an arm between you, finding her wetness pressed against your navel. Jack’s movements send throes of pleasure through you, your core tightens as another explosion of ecstasy approaches.

You can hear the slap of skin, as Jack rises and drops upon the toy. Her legs against yours, Yuruki pushes back and forth grinding upon your palm, her ass surely pushing back against Jack. The heat of the room, the sweat building on everyone’s skin. One after another orgasms wash over each of you, the three of you writhing in a mass of flesh and pleasure.

Everyone is exhausted as they fall next you. Yuruki on one arm, Jack on the other. Someone pulls the toy loose from you, throwing it aside. The breathing in the room is ragged as you all come down from your climaxes. “Fuck,” Jack huffs.

“You’re telling me, Red,” Yuruki agrees.

You’re finding it hard to articulate, “Uh, huh,” is all the more you get out, nodding along as you hold the two women tight to your sides.

Eventually Jack grabs the wine glass from the side table. You pass it around each of you drinking to quench the thirst you’d all earned through honest work. You check your phone and it’s getting late. You have a match in the morning, against John. You should go to sleep, but before you can say anything Yuruki says, “Who’s ready for round 2?”

“I-I,” I should you think, but looking into Yuruki’s eager eyes you can only say, “I am.” Yuruki smirks planting a wet and heavy kiss on your lips.

The alarm rings on your phone. You reach for it, Jack’s arms wrapped around you. She stirs as you shift. Yuruki is pressed against your back, her legs bent in the nook of yours. You look at the time, “Shit,” you sit up right, the other women waking in a sleepful stir.