Three's company

Val led them through a small hallway and then into a living room. The style of the decor fit it’s owner perfectly. Dark colors, pale colors and the occasional blot of purple. As John and Cynthia sat down on the couch, snuggling up together, Valerie went to the kitchen to get them a drink. She’d promised them it would help them relax.

While they waited, John had pulled Cynthia’s into a hug, gently caressing her covered breasts while they traded kisses and took in the living room. Cynthia leaned into his chest as he did so. With one arm around his girlfriend, he just looked around a bit, noticing that Valerie’s living room was spacious and very clearly reflected the one that owned it. There were small doodats around, a few pictures of Valerie and some people, just normal life stuff. There was also the weird painting of dogs playing poker on a wall near the kitchen. The room reminded him of Valerie, dark colors mixing with day to day life. It showed him that Valerie really was just another normal person, living her life, trying to get by and have some fun. For no particular reason, this put John at ease.

Cynthia was murmuring small nothings at him when her eye fell on a collar and a leash nearby. “Do you think she has a dog? If so, I didn’t hear it.” she said softly, clearly getting a tad excited about something cute to play with.

John cast his gaze over, then looked around the room with more scrutiny. “I don’t think so, that would be the only dog equipment she has in her house…. Oh, oh my,” he chuckled, his years of porn connecting a few dots as he decided against telling his girlfriend; it might be fun to watch if that would go anywhere.

As the two chatted, Valerie walked back into the room, a tray with three teacups neatly aligned in her hands. While she was in the kitchen, she seemed to have shed her stockings and boots, her small, dainty feet making soft sounds on the tiles as she walked. She placed it down on the table in front of them, gesturing for them to grab a cup as she did the same. The older woman sat down in a chair across from them, her legs spread slightly, giving both of them a hint of a view of her womanhood.

“So, here we are.” Valerie gently smiled at them, watching both hunters pick up a cup of tea themselves and taking a small sip. “Welcome to my place. Tonight, I hope you two can leave society’s rules at the door and just enjoy yourselves, have fun, and most of all, cum until your legs give out.”

John sipped the tea, a warm, soothing taste filling his mouth as he nodded. He liked that, while eager, Valerie took her time with them. “Thank you, Valerie, for both the tea and, you know, being so, nice?” he tried to find the right word.

Cynthia’s nerves seemed to be slightly higher strung than John’s, but the tea helped her to calm down a bit too. Looking intently between Val’s legs as she tried her best to just not look at the sweet, smiling face of their host, a red sheen on her cheeks.

“We can start however you like. But, if I might make a suggestion… Why don’t you two strip each other? It can be quite intimate to take off each other’s clothes, showing each other off to a stranger. And I am nothing if not strange,” Val offered them an idea while slightly making fun of herself.

John looked at Cynthia, who then looked back at him, she nodded. She seemed to want this, even if she seemed bit nervous. All her sexual exploits with him had been in a safe environment: his house, the camp, her tent. Even when they'd had sex in the pools with Nissa, it'd been with someone she knew and trusted. This was, as far as he knew, a first for her, but from the determined look on her face told him all he needed to know. It was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. She stood up in front of the couch she and John occupied, turning to face him as he got up with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her hips, kissing her sweetly on the lips as he slowly trailed his fingers up her sides. John first, slowly pushed her jacket from her shoulders, letting the red cover fall to the floor when she let her hands leave his neck. They kissed softly one more time, then Cynthia’s hands moved across his chest, running her fingers over his muscles before she ran her hands over his shoulders too, his jacket joining hers on the floor.

As they stripped each other, looking into each other’s eyes tenderly, Cynthia swayed her hips lightly, giving Valerie something to look at and to show she was very much enjoying herself. John’s next target was Cynthia’s top, his fingers sliding underneath the white fabric, teasingly rubbing across the underside of her breasts. Apparently, Cynthia had forgone to put on a bra. ‘Less to take off,’ John thought with a smirk as he, inch by inch, hiked her tank top up, then threw it on the floor next to them too. His hands found her breasts as he kissed her neck, tenderly kneading them as Cynthia moaned in delight, closing her eyes briefly as she felt his strong hands on her body. She moaned louder as John’s thumbs flicked her nipples. He kept up his work as he suckled ever so softly on her neck, nibbling it slightly which caused her to moan sweetly into his ear. John spun her around once, showing his girlfriend off to Val who applauded softly, giving them a thumbs up before it was Cynthia’s turn to strip John of his shirt.

Cynthia turned back to John, her hands pulling at his shirt, exposing his lean but somewhat muscled torso to the warm air. He raised his arms, allowing Cynthia to remove it. She ran a soft caress across his scar, then kissed him on the center of his chest. John’s hands tenderly playing with her hair as she did so.

John’s next order of business was to take care of Cynthia’s pants. He gestured for her to sit down on the couch again as he knelt between her legs, unzipping her boots and placing them to the side as she looked across the room at Valerie. The older woman was enjoying herself; the sweet tenderness of the scene had not left her unmoved. She was casually rubbing her thighs together as she looked on, John’s hands tugging on Cynthia’s pants, the denim slowly exposing her panties, a damp spot clearly visible in them as Cynthia gave a soft coo. “Mmmh, I love you, John, strip me, show off your girlfriend to the beauty across the room.”

When Cynthias pants fully came off, John could not stop himself from giving her clam a quick kiss through her panties, a soft groan audible from her lips as Cynthia shuddered in absolute pleasure. “It seems my little Cinnabun has a voyeuristic streak,” he teased her before he leaned up, kissing her once again. The duo sweetly smiled at each other, before John kicked off his own shoes and Cynthia started to fiddle with his belt. John felt the hunger from Cynthia, her need, her passion, as she pulled his pants down, not even bothering to let him keep his boxers on as she dragged them down in one go. His cock swung out, still covered in Val’s lipstick markings, a bit marred by the contact with his underwear but still clearly visible.

And so, their little striptease came to an end. Cynthia in her panties, John fully nude, sitting across from their host who was having a bit of problem with her own arousal.

John’s eyes twinkled as he gestured at Valerie to come over to their side. “I think we are ready to get this show on the road now, Val. Come, I have something I owe you.” He grinned as next to him Cynthia slightly shuffled away so that the woman could once again sit between them.

Valerie nodded, taking the few steps needed to cross the distance and, before sitting down, looked over their tight, young bodies. “You two are gorgeous. I am so happy that you decided to come with me, tonight,” she whispered lustily, sitting down next to Cynthia, and without waiting for it this time slipped her fingers inside of the girl’s panties and started to slowly rub around her pussy, her folds already moist from her intimate moment with her boyfriend. As Val wanted to place her hand on John’s cock, she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and stopping her.

“Oh no, first. It’s your turn,” John whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek before he slipped off the couch, spreading her legs with his hands and getting a first good look at the sweet smelling clam of this goth beauty. Valerie had a small landingstrip of black hair above her tight pussy, and her lips were slightly parted and a wet sheen could be seen coating the inside. John blew softly on her folds as he remarked teasingly, “Oh, this is a pretty little thing, I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.” The geek, that had been a virgin up to not too long ago, was starting to get a taste for sex. And both the women present were more than happy to accommodate him.

John slowly approached the pussy in front of him, giving it a few, short licks before pressing a deep kiss to it. He tasted her juices, feeling her slick, tangy arousal on his lips as he got to work on repaying her anonymous blowjob from before, flicking her clit with his tongue every now and then as he started to put his sexual skills to the test.

While John was eating her out, Val was making out with Cynthia, her fingers teasingly dipping in and out of her clam as she pressed Cynthia back into the couch. Sweet, melodious moans came from her lips as she twitched. Her eyes screwing shut every so often as she finally pressed on, fingering Cynthia’s sweet folds as their lips met. Valerie’s tongue assaulted Cynthia’s as the young huntress moaned out. Her hands tugged on Valerie’s dress, the goth woman finally pulling back from the kiss as it reached her shoulders. Cynthia smiled, her face flushed red with arousal. She had not thought she would find herself in a situation like this, well, ever. Her boyfriend eating out a woman they had just met while she got fingered by the same woman. And now, she got to take a look at the beautiful breasts that Val was rocking. Valerie brought one hand behind her back, unhooking her wine red bra and tossing it aside, leaving her in just her choker. Cynthia gasped as she saw the beautiful breasts come into view. Valerie’s nipples were rock hard and sported jewelry. Each of her nipples had an onyx bar through it, two small studs closed it off on each end, giving the goth woman basically the look anyone would expect. “These are beautiful,” Cynthia murmured, kissing each of the nipples, running her tongue over the studs as she felt Valerie redouble her efforts of fingering her inside her panties.

Val’s moans grew louder from the dual **** the pair put her through. The teasing, the kissing and the thrill of meeting new, kinky potential friends, it all became too much for her. She cried out high pitched, closed her thighs around John’s face, and came, hard. Her fingers curled up inside Cynthia’s folds, accidentally hitting her g-spot as John kept on tonguefucking her lovebox. Val was lost in ecstasy while John got a double lvl up for his oral skill, smirking to himself as he let her catch her breath.

(Authors note: with an overwhelming vote of double that of the runner up, the name: Nyx, has won the voting for the name a nightmare, contest. As for the second name, I reserve the right to chose that one myself ;) )