Ready Player Three

Hannah bounced her ass on Peter’s cock, slamming her pussy down his dick with a thunderous slap that she was sure resounded across the entire floor of the hotel. The fleshy clap of their bodies meeting, sweat flying from their skin with every movement, was so loud inside that bedroom that she could imagine anyone near by couldn’t have heard it. And yet, she did it again, rising up until his tip almost slipped from her hole, her lips gripping him as if for life, before she brought her full bottomed bottom down on him, his entire length sliding inside, causing him to groan with **** need and frustration at his own body for not being able to hold out longer.

Riding his cock wasn’t without effect on Hannah as well. Her whole body was red-hot, her pussy tingling from the beating it was taking from Peter’s cock, her thighs and ass stinging from repeated, direct, aggressive contact. It might even hurt if it weren’t for the pleasure shooting out from her lower body, zapping to every nerve end it could possibly find and only growing more and more intense every time his cock was buried balls deep within her once again. Her whole body was on edge, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she leaned onto him and rested her head between his neck and shoulder, exerting all of her energy on her hips as they humped his prick.

Not only was it physical but psychological as well. The idea of making him cum, and winning the game, frustrating his chance to finally triumph only made the pleasure so much sweeter. In truth though, the race was closer than she let on, battling between her desire for victory and the ever-increasing appeal of just letting loose and allowing the glorious orgasm that awaited to overcome her. Her pussy twitched involuntarily. Soon it would come, whether she wanted it to or not. She was losing control, and could only hope that he lost control first.

“Mmhm, ah, uh, feels good, don’t it? Hannah gasped into Peter’s ear, trying to push him over the edge. “Why hold back? Why deny yourself? It’s just a game. Don’t deny the sweet release you deserve. Go on, cum inside. Give it to me.”

Peter didn’t respond, too busy moaning to formulate a reply. Hannah could only hope he couldn’t hear the desperation in her voice as she tried not to buy into her words. But as his grasp on her waist tightened and his cock stiffened inside her, she concluded that he was too awash with pleasure to discern tone or intent right now. A few more seconds and he would pop, she was sure of it. If she could only hold out that long as well. But the pleasure pouring into her body and numbing her mind was making her delirious.

Her brain swam in a mixture of sensory overload and an overdose of pleasure. She could swear that something was poking as her asshole, as it gaped slightly, leaning over Peter’s body, ass rising into the air. Peter was toying with her ass, trying to get her to cum first, she concluded, but even in the fog of pleasure that clouded her mind she could sense that his hands, his tight grip on her waist remained. She struggled to put two and two together. Her skin was so on fire it felt like there was another hand on the small of her back. Her orgasm was on the brink of ruining her, confusing her that there were two people touching not, not just the one.

As the head of the strap-on pressed against her anal ring, Hannah was awoken to the reality that there really were two people on the bed with her. She immediately stopped humping Peter and looked, petrified, over her shoulder, into the eyes of the red-head, naked except for the strapless-dildo, locked into her own pussy and held in her other hand as she guided it into Hannah’s ass. It was already lubbed up, and Hannah’s hole was soaked with sweat, so when the red-head pushed the tip against her back door, her blissful body allowed it to sink inside.

“C-Chloe?!” Hannah stammered, completely caught off-guard but too caught up in the anticipation of her impending orgasm and the new sensations coming from her ass to stop it. She watched as the red-head began to move her hips back and forth, with just the head inside, but so tightly wedged in there that the entire skin around her hole moved with every thrust. “What are you doing here?”

“Do you really want to talk about that?” Chloe asked, leaning down and kissing Hannah’s back as she rolled her hips, working the fake cock into Hannah’s ass just a little more. “Or do you want me to fuck your ass until you cum, just like you did for me?”

“Oh, oooh, fuck, Chloe,” Hannah moaned, neither she nor Peter moving right now, using the surprise as a moment to rest, though with a dick in both holes now, there was little recess for Hannah. “Shit. Yeah. F-fuck my ass!”

“I thought you might choose that option,” Chloe giggled and traced kisses up Hannah’s spine.

“Fffuuuuuucccccckkk, it’s like you were made to use that fucking cock, ahaaah,” Hannah moaned as Chloe’s gentle pump of her hips pressed another inch of the dildo deeper into Hannah’s ass. Lowering her eyes to Peter, she notified him, “T-this doesn’t count. T-this is an unfair-ah- interference.”

“Maaaaybe….” Chloe sang as her kisses led her up to Hannah’s neck. “We can play a threeway game. Whoever makes you cum first, wins.”

“Wha?” Peter said, half exhausted but still completely hard and buried inside Hannah’s pussy, feeling it gush over his shaft and balls as Chloe’s dick in her ass made her even wetter than before. “No way! You have an unfair advantage.”

That Chloe even knew about the game told Hannah that she’d been listening in, aware of what had happened between them and hadn’t simply shown up in a random convenience. Any chance that this had been a well fortuned booty call went out the window. Fortunately, Hannah was too wrapped up in the pleasure pummelling her senses to even care about how utterly screwed that meant she really was.

“Un-unfair?” Hannah gasped, Chloe’s cock now over half way into her rectum, and feeling Peter beginning to move beneath her. “I’m the one-ah-getting fucking double penetrated! This game is-oh, fuck-rigged.”

“Don’t worry,” Chloe told her as she pulled her hips back, almost withdrawing the strap-on completely, before thrusting forward, shoving the top half of the toy back inside Hannah’s ass with an extra inch for good measure. The red-head smirked as the blonde threw back her head, crying out as her asshole was stretched with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “In this game, even when you lose, you win.”

“Here,” Ashley passed the phone and ear buds to Gavin as a disrobed Chloe ascended the stairs with the strapless strap-on in hand. “I need you to listen to this.”

“Me?” Gavin looked between Ashley’s face and the device in her palm, then back to the laptop, watching the sequence run. “But I have to watch this. I wrote the code quickly and I didn’t have time to test for bugs. There could still be errors.”

“Oh,” Ashley seemed conflicted, though her hand remained outstretched. “We need to hear if Chloe is successful. If Hannah stops it as soon as she sees her, we need to be able to run and take the laptop. But if she is successful…I’ll never be able to look at her again if I have to listen to my sister getting double penetrated by her and her ex-boyfriend.”

“If they’re longer than five minutes and anyone comes down, won’t you know it’s happened anyway?” Gavin noted.

“Knowing and having it stuck in your head are very different things, and the latter is one I’d really not have to experience.” She made her best puppy dog eyes and pouted. “Pleeeasse.”

“Uh, okay, just for a minute,” Gavin relented and pushed one bud into his ear. He listened intently, then swallowed hard as his face flushed. “Uh, I can’t hear much…just…um…a lot of…breathing and…slapping.”

Ashley closed her eyes and held up a hand for him to stop. “Save me the running commentary as well.”

“Oh, right, yeah, well, nothing y-oh,” Gavin paused, holding his breath as he listened. “I think…yeah, Chloe’s there, and…Hannah…oh, shit, Hannah most definitely isn’t kicking her out.”

“Good,” Ashley said, smiling as she looked down at Gavin as she stood next to the sofa. “Then we have some time…”

Gavin’s hand was on his crotch, fixing his jeans, his cock pressing hard against the material of his bottoms, stiffening as he listened to the combined moans coming from upstairs and being directed right into his ear. His hand on his cock was completely involuntary, not even realising what he was doing until Ashley’s eyes fell on him and her words faded away into nothing. She didn’t know what to say, having not even thought about the effect that listening to the encounter upstairs might have on him.

“Gavin, are you getting hard?” she asked, though the answer was obvious. She kicked herself, figuratively; what else had she expected when she basically fed him audio porn?

“Sorry, it’s just…when Chloe gets like this…it’s so hot,” he confessed, reaching to pull out the ear bud and pausing as he one of his best friend’s voices teasing Ashley’s sister.

“No, keep them in,” Ashley said, lifting one knee onto the couch. “We need to hear when they’re finished.”

“But…my…” he shifted in his seat again as he fixed his pants, barely paying attention to Ashley as she crawled onto the couch beside him. He rubbed his head. “There’s no way I can concentrate like this.”

“Just…just keep listening, and let me take care of this,” Ashley said, on all fours beside him, her tight, pert ass in the air as her fingers tampered with his zipper. Gavin stared down in amazement as his jeans parted and the petite, blonde cheerleader fished his cock out into the open air through the slip in his boxers. As her lips hovered above his tip, she looked up at him and asked, “You’ve seen the movie ‘Swordfish’, right?”

He had, and as she wrapped those sweet tight lips around his glans, Gavin was eternally grateful that he didn’t have to break into the department of defence while the hot, blonde sucked on his cock. His head rolled onto the back cushion, looking up at the ceiling as a relieved sigh passed from his throat, idly resting a hand on Ashley’s head. Between her expert cock-sucking and the sounds of Chloe and Peter double teaming Hannah in his ear, he was far too distracted to see the error message pop up on the screen.