Pre-brain storm sex

Brushing her red locks from her face, Jan nodded. "Aye, o' course yeh can...I mean, of course you can," she said, blushing slightly as she realized she had been talking in a thicker accent than she meant to. "But, there is a slight problem."

A problem?! Shit, what did I do? Did I do something? Maybe it wasn't me. "Oh, relax, John," Rachel scolded. "You're a regular roller coaster of emotions. One minute you're nervous and indecisive, the next you're authoritative and confident. And honestly, I'm not sure which makes me hotter." She winked at me in a manner that made my cock twitch slightly. God damn, the desire in her eyes was infectious.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to just ask. "Okay...so what's the problem?" I asked. Snorting, Janice poked my forehead as she talked. "You got us all hot and bothered with your teasing and rubbing, Johnny-boy! I know we were being punished, but dammit if it hasn't gotten me all riled up. I canna think straight I'm so horny!" she snapped, lapsing slightly again into her accent. If that wasn't the cutest thing, I don't know what was. I hoped she never stopped making those periodic slips. Made me want to squeeze her like a feisty teddy bear.

"SO...you need to deal with this, okay?" Rachel remarked. Well, I couldn't really argue with that. "Fair is fair," I replied. "Right then." Rachel turned to Janice and held out her fist. Jan seemed confused for a moment before doing the same. "Rock, paper, scissor..."

Throwing her hands up, Janice cheered. "I won! ...the fuck did I win?" she asked, clearly not following what Rachel was going with. Sighing, Rachel shook her head. "You get first crack at his cock...and be glad I'm not demanding it be best two out of three," grumbled the pale sorceress.

Cheering again, Janice started pushing me. "C'mon, c'mon, lay down, lunkhead! I'm gonna ride you until I'm fucking cross eyed," she cooed. With a bit of a nervous laugh, I obeyed, laying down. The petite inventor wasted no time impaling herself on my member. She gasped, her nails digging into my skin. "Oooo, faith 'n begora, that's a biggun!" she moaned.

Anything I had hoped to say was quickly silence (not that I had anything to say to that) as Rachel thrust her dripping pussy onto my face. "I'd be really jealous right now if I didn't know two things. One is that you're a magician with that tongue, the other is that once she's done, I get you all to myself," she whispered, caressing my cheek.

I smiled briefly before running my tongue along her wet labia, tasting her. She quivered, pushing herself against me harder. "Ooookay...okay...s...so, Janice, any ideas abooo...oh my god, yeah...about how we can get everyone t...toooooooh...to make nice?" Rachel asked, apparently deciding now was the time to get to work on my request.

"Ffffuck...! Nnngh! Fuck, I dunno, shock collars?!" Janice replied shrilly, bouncing on my lap with frantic need. ...I wasn't sure if she was serious...