She rides Quincy.

Holly looked on hungrily as Quincy laid down and rolled on a condom. Once he had gotten it most of the way on, she escaped from Dale's grip and pounced. Snatching his cock away from him, she straddled his hips, lined herself up, and sat down, groaning loudly as she sheathed him within herself. "Oh yeah... oh fuck, that's good," she moaned, starting to bounce. Grabbing onto her thighs, Quincy's head rolled back and he let out his own groans as he tried to match her rhythm.

Smiling to himself, Dale relaxed against the headboard, watching his bottoms enjoy themselves without him, stroking himself slowly just to maintain his erection. He was going to join them eventually, but he needed them to tire themselves out first, so that he could direct the action easier later. In addition, from where he was sitting, he could finally appreciate, and take notes on, Holly's body, technique, and habits when she was on top.

Her knees were splayed out around Quincy's waist, and she was leaning back, posting herself up on his legs, giving him a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. "Fuck... that's so much dick, Daddy," she gasped, rolling her hips around, before going back to rocking back and forth on it. "It gets in so deep,... oh my fucking god that feels so good, Daddy..."

"Fuck yeah, Babygirl," Quincy grunted, reaching back up to support his head. "Get Daddy's dick. Yes... fuck, you're pussy is so hot and wet on Daddy's dick."

Dale's eyebrow shot upwards. He had no idea that these two called each other that when left to their own devices, but merely brushed it off. They both called him the same thing, so it didn't really matter. And if it was what turned them on, he wasn't going to stop them. In that moment of revelation, he almost missed the best part.

Quincy had decided to take control, and had his legs pulled in under him, with his hands on her hips, fucking her hard and deep from below, making loud plapping sounds. Holly was holding herself up by posting her hands on his stomach, and was squealing happily, "Oh yes, right there Daddy, right there! Fuck! You fuck my pussy so good! Ooh fuck, you're gonna make me cum. Ooh please let me cum, Daddy. I wanna cum so good on your dick, Daddy. Please please please please..." The moment he was about to give her permission to cum, a shadow suddenly loomed over them, and a cock appeared next to Holly's face. They stared at it, frozen from surprise, before looking upwards and seeing their third in their three-person relationship, that they had completely forgotten about. Again.

Wordlessly, giving them both a half-smile, Dale put his hand on Holly's head, and gently pulled it in the direction of his groin. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips behind his cockhead and sucked on it, and rolled her tongue around it, while her fingers diligently worked his shaft. Allowing himself this moment, Dale growled appreciatively, as she started to bob her head.

Quincy's eyes narrowed, but he managed to push aside most of his feeling of irritation and jealousy that Dale had stolen all of Holly's attention from him. Trying to get it back, he started thrusting back up into her, but only managed to add the feelings and sounds of muffled moans to her oral affections.

Keeping his eyes fully focused on the future of threesomes to come, Dale started to gently stroke her head. "God, it was so fucking hot watching you two go at it like that," he groaned. "You were riding him like crazy. I could have cum from just watching." A tingle ran up his spine and he shivered. "Fuck... you're so good at sucking cock while getting fucked too. Fuck... it's incredible. Do you like having us like this too Hols?"

Coming off his cock with a pop, she nodded. "Yes Sir," she mewled, looking up at him adoringly, before going back to licking his shaft. "Your dick is so tasty, and Daddy's feels so good in my pussy."

A twitch was starting to develop in Quincy's eye, finding the order she used making him feel oddly competitive. Sliding his thumb onto her clit's hood, he rubbed at it with more pressure than he usually did. "And who's dick do you like more, Babygirl?" he asked, side-eyeing Dale.

Having to hang on to Dale's leg for support, Holly found her coordination failing her as her eyes started to roll back into her head. "Don't ask me that Daddy..." she panted. "I love both of your dicks almost as much as I love the two of you."

Dale's smug grin at his frustrated frown at her non-answer frustrated Quincy even more. Sliding down the bed, he took a firmer grasp on her hips and bucked wildly, thrusting up into her, harder and faster than before. Tearing herself away from Dale, Holly snatched at Quincy's wrists, trying to endure his jealousy, squealing loudly, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

Above them, keeping his face cool, Dale waved his hand down slowly, silently telling Quincy to calm himself, before showing him two fingers, and then wrapping them in the other hand. Giving him a dirty look, he nodded, and gave Holly one more deep and powerful thrust, before letting her collapse on his chest. Dale gave them a few moments to catch their breaths, before trailing his fingers up her spine, and getting his face near theirs. "Holly," he said, his voice steady and firm. "It's time. Are you ready?"

Swallowing hard, Holly met his eye and held it. "Ye-yes... I mean, not really... uh...," she stammered, her nerves hitting her harder than ever before. She turned her head to look at Quincy, silently asking for his input. He in turn, swallowed hard, looked to Dale, then back to her, and nodding solemnly. Holly closed her eyes, and took several measured breaths, before finally saying. "Let's do it. Before I change my mind again, let's do this."