Fivesome Part 6: A Standing Maeve

When Amanda had been soothed enough that she let go of you, Sabrina practically shoved you off of the other girl and got her sitting up. “Come on,” she said. “You need a shower after that, and usually that would be John’s job too but there’s still fucking for him to do. Come with me.”

Amanda gave you a weak, slightly embarrassed smile as she allowed Sabrina to pull her off the bed, but you stopped them so you could kiss Amanda gently and look into her eyes for a moment. That helped reassure you she wasn’t shaken, just still finding her balance. You kissed Sabrina as well, knowing that she would take care of the busty girl.

She’d likely also clean the cum leaking from Amanda’s pussy with her tongue, but that was between them.

Gemma and Maeve were still raring and ready to go, and it didn’t take long for them to decide you weren’t going to be allowed a natural recovery period. It really wouldn’t have been very difficult at all for you to get there within ten minutes, particularly with the two of them totally nude, but they didn’t want to wait and soon you ended up standing beside the bed, both of them kneeling on pillows on the floor as they took turns sharing your cock back and forth, making out around the tip or taking turns sucking you off as the other lapped at your balls. They didn’t lose their attention for each other either, both of them groping the other’s breasts and asses.

“Stand up and let him fuck you from behind,” Gemma eventually prompted once you were good and hard again. The shower was running in the bathroom, so Sabrina and Amanda were occupied. “I want to lick you while he fucks that tasty cunt of yours.”

Maeve seemed to like that idea and she stood, giving you a measuring look for a moment. “I’m going to need something to stand on for you to be at the right angle to really pound me,” she said.

“Good point,” Gemma said, starting to look around.

“Step stool,” you said, stepping closer to Maeve and gently sliding your hand across her stomach. Your cock pressed to her back and you kissed her shoulder. “I’ll go get it.”

It only took you a minute to fetch it from the kitchen, but by the time you got back Maeve already had Gemma’s face wedged between her thighs, your blonde girlfriend looking up into the goth girl’s eyes intensely as Maeve wove her fingers through her hair. You were struck again by how pretty Maeve was in that moment. She’d pulled her curly hair up into a rough bun, showing off more of her slender neck, and you thought with just a slight makeup difference she could have been the main character in some regency romance. Or a bodice ripper porno. She really had a face and jawline that would have been stunning in print or on the screen.

The two of them shifted when you placed down the step stool, just a small one that Sabrina used in the kitchen to get to the higher shelves. The size of it meant Maeve couldn’t really spread her legs much, but Gemma didn’t seem to care as she dove right back into her muff. You, meanwhile, got back behind Maeve and teased the head of your cock down her buttcrack and over the end of the plug she was still wearing, then down between her soft thighs.

“Mmm,” she hummed softly. “That’s nice. Do that a bit.”

You smirked a little and softly thrust between her thighs as she went on her toes to change the angle. That let your cock thrust up a little glancing off her warm labia and nudging the underside of her clit. Of course, Gemma’s mouth was right there, and you had the distinct and unique pleasure of a couple of minutes of fucking Maeve’s thighs, feeling her pussy leaking onto the top of your shaft, and Gemma suckling the tip of your cockhead every time you pushed between her lips.

It was amazing, but it wasn’t fucking, and once the novelty wore off Maeve leaned forward a bit at the waist, putting her hands on Gemma’s shoulder for balance. “Put it in,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me as hard as you fucked Amanda.”

Re-entering Maeve brought a moan from you, but as you tried to build up speed it became pretty apparent that the positioning meant she didn’t have much ability to brace for a proper fuck.

“Maeve, hon,” you said. “My instinct here is to grab your waist, tits or shoulders to pull you back at me for leverage. Would one of those be OK, or do you want to reach back and hold my forearms?”

She turned at the waist, twisting without pulling off your cock or disrupting Gemma, and looped her arm around your shoulder to pull you into a kiss that was - well, it was more than any other one you’d shared so far. You weren’t sure how it was more, but it felt… more. Like she was letting a wall lower. Not all the way, but you were getting a bit more of a view into her being. “Thank you for asking, and being proactive,” she said quietly when she pulled her lips from yours, looking at you from a few inches away. “That is very thoughtful of you.”

“Whatever makes this the best for you,” you promised her.

“Let me grab your arms,” she said, turning back around and reaching back. You provided your arms to her and she clung on, and soon she was pulling herself back against your thrusts forcefully as he ass clapped against your pelvis. Again, you found yourself wanting to grab her. Your physicality felt off, not being able to do that. You wanted handfuls of everything. Her ass, her waist, her tits, her hair. You wanted to crush her back against your chest, holding her tight, as you kissed the crook of her neck.

Two things helped distract you from those desires - the first was Gemma snaking her tongue deep between Maeve’s thighs to tease at where you were sliding in and out of her. That extra feeling always put a thrill up your spine and also served to remind you that your girlfriend was very much present and active in the situation. The other thing was that, with your position in the room, you were finally able to see Maeve’s soft tits in the mirror, bouncing as you fucked her. The steady, vigorous rhythm the two of you were using had them bouncing in circles, and while they weren’t as big as Amanda’s or Gemma’s you still that they were fucking gorgeous.

Of course, that made you want to grab onto them again, but you managed not to.

“Come on, sexy,” Gemma cooed from in front of Maeve. “Fucking come for us.”

Whatever Gemma did, presumably manipulating Maeve’s clit, did it and the goth girl slammed herself back on you, getting you as deep as possible as she started to orgasm. It lasted maybe fifteen seconds before she gasped, pulled almost all the way off of your cock, and then slammed herself back on again, before actually pulling off of you.

“Fuck my ass,” she demanded, arching her back and hanging her head as she pushed her butt towards you. “Get the plug out and fuck my ass right now.”

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