4.11 – Ménage à Trois II

4.11 – Ménage à Trois II

Zoey watched, with Rosalie still kissing her, as Delta slid Rosalie’s pants down, exposing smooth, toned legs. Rosalie groaned quietly into Zoey’s mouth, excited despite all pretenses she wasn’t.

Zoey broke the kiss, then murmured to Rosalie, “No cheating. Watch.”

Swallowing, Rosalie turned forward. Zoey leaned her chin on Rosalie’s shoulder, and the two of them watched Delta plant a kiss halfway up Rosalie’s inner thigh. Rosalie’s panting was loud in the room—even more than Zoey’s and Delta’s.

“Yours too,” Delta said, patting Zoey’s legs.

Intuiting what she meant, Zoey squirmed her hands between her and Rosalie, then popped her pants button open. In a bit of an ordeal, she helped Delta tug them down, then off. Her underwear followed, leaving Zoey naked. With Rosalie on her lap, Zoey’s cock stuck down below Rosalie’s butt, pointing toward Zoey’s knee.

“Scoot up,” Delta told Rosalie.

Zoey helped drag Rosalie higher up her body, so that Zoey’s cock had more space. Delta gripped it, then pressed it upward, into Rosalie’s pussy. She was wearing her light blue panties—matching her bra—but the pressure was amazing. By the way Rosalie’s breath hitched, she agreed.

“Now close,” Delta instructed.

Rosalie closed her legs, squeezing Zoey’s cock between her thighs and pussy. It left Zoey’s impressive member sticking up, sprouting from the tight space, as if it were Rosalie’s own cock.

Shuffling up closer, sitting on Zoey and Rosalie’s legs, Delta gripped Zoey’s cock at the base—where it sprouted from Rosalie’s pussy—and said, “That’s a nice cock you have there, blondie. I didn’t expect a stuck-up like you to be packing so much.”

Delta ran a hand up and down Zoey’s cock, then pressed it forward, into Rosalie’s stomach. Even with her cock having to rise up between Rosalie’s thighs, it reached to her belly button.

“Then again, I guess it makes sense,” Delta said. “The ego has to come from somewhere. If I had something like this between my legs, I’d walk around like I owned the world, too.”

She was pretending Zoey’s cock was Rosalie’s, Zoey realized. It was ... surprisingly hot, to both Zoey and, she could tell, Rosalie. Even without Delta’s scalding eye contact being turned Zoey’s way, and instead on Rosalie, Zoey’s face burned at the intensity in those violet eyes. Rosalie, of course, melted under it.

Delta leaned forward, bringing her lips close to Zoey’s cock head. She breathed hot air onto it, making Zoey squirm. She tried to keep her reactions to a minimum, to play into the scenario. That was Rosalie’s cock, not her own. She wrapped her arms around Rosalie’s stomach, watching raptly, but otherwise staying silent.

“But your mouth is better suited wrapped around my cock,” Rosalie said. “So get back down there, cock slut.”

Zoey snorted into Rosalie’s neck. Borrowing her own dirty talk, was she?

At Delta’s quirked eyebrow, and a glance toward Zoey, she probably intuited that, too. But she grinned and did as told. She swallowed Zoey’s member, returning to her bobbing.

Rosalie’s hips gyrated up and down, idly, unable to help herself. The combined attack was seriously unfair—being rubbed at by Rosalie’s thighs and pussy, having her cock sucked by Delta, and just the general scalding heat of the situation.

Zoey started panting, not able to keep quiet any longer. “I-I realize I’m part of the supporting cast, right now,” she groaned, “but you’re pretty good at that, Delta.”

Delta smirked, mouth still wrapped around Zoey’s cock. She pulled off with a pop. Instead of addressing Zoey, she held eye contact with Rosalie. “Your cock’s getting a lot of use tonight, so we better drain it. First shot’s always the fastest, and I’m gonna want a little more endurance from you for the next few.”

“Then come get your reward,” Rosalie said, guiding Delta back down. “But you better not waste a drop.”

Rosalie and Delta picked up speed. Beneath Rosalie, Zoey squirmed and panted. She held tight to Rosalie’s stomach, her hips starting to buck, slapping her pelvis into Rosalie’s butt, bouncing the bed and feeling her tight thighs and pussy rub against her length—and higher up, Delta’s mouth, bobbing up and down.

“H-Here it comes,” Rosalie said, voice shaking in excitement. “Your fat load of girl cum. Swallow it.”

Almost as much as the sensations, Rosalie’s uncertain dirty talk threw Zoey over the edge. She groaned and buried her face into Rosalie’s shoulder, her thrusting reaching a crescendo. Rosalie pressed Delta’s face down, burying her, knowing that Zoey was coming by her reaction. She’d had a lot of experience recognizing it.

The heat pulsing in her cock and stomach reached a peak, and Zoey let go. A whine escaped her throat as the first thick white strings ejected down Delta’s throat, who swallowed it happily.

On top of her, Rosalie also started to shake, her hips rubbing up and down Zoey’s cock desperately. She was cumming? Really? Her girlfriend had such a hair trigger.

Zoey didn’t blame her. She’d fallen into the roleplay. By the way she pushed down on Delta’s head, her own hips bucking, the same as Zoey’s, Rosalie really thought, in the moment, that it was her shooting thick strings down Delta’s throat.

Eventually, after the burning climax had coursed through Zoey then sagged away, Delta lifted herself up, coughing, her head swimming. It took a while for Zoey’s cock to finish pumping, and Delta’d stayed down the whole time. Her hand rested on her stomach even as she steadied herself, as if amazed at the sloshing feeling of so much cum inside her.

“You really liked that, huh?” Delta asked. It seemed addressed to both of them. “But now it’s my turn. You’ve got me worked up.”