Unexpected Affectons Ch 80-84

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Chapter 80

“Sooo,” Hannah grinned at you as you walked into the gym. “Are you excited?”

You smiled, a little weakly, and chuckled. “Yeah, it’s going to be good to see her again.”

“Has she landed already?” Hannah asked.

“No, soon though,” you said, trying not to think too hard about the texts your girlfriend had been sending you all day. It had started in the morning while Hikaru had been making breakfast, once again not letting you set foor in the kitchen if she was home - April had sent you a picture of herself topless, laying in her hotel bed, sheets artfully arranged to cover her vagina but still showing off her legs. Then you’d gotten another one when you’d met up with Margot for coffee; later than usual, since it was Saturday and neither of you had work, but it was nice to keep the routine and you could both be slower about downing your caffeine. Paula hadn’t been there to remind you of seeing her in a bikini top, but Margot had continued that trend of touching you more often. And she’d been wearing that rodeo top she liked, unbuttoned a little further that you remembered, a peek of bra showing through the V-gap of the neck. April’s next picture hadn’t helped - her, just out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel, topless and covered in beads of water, the photo taken with her reflection in the mirror and a big heart drawn out of the steam condensation. That had reminded you of Margot dumping the water on herself.

The pictures got a little more tame, at least, as you and Margot split and you headed down to the gamestore for a game. She couldn’t exactly send you racy stuff as she was doing her final voice recording session, or heading to and through the airport. What she could do was keep telling you how much she was looking forward to seeing you again, and counting down the hours.

It made concentrating on the miniature battle in front of you difficult, and you got wiped off the board.

Then she’d been taking off on her flight, and you left the gamestore a little while later, made a pit stop at home to drop of your gaming stuff and pick up you gym bag, and came to meet Hannah.

Who was looking… You shook your head, glancing off into the gym, trying not to let your mind wander that way again. Hannah was Hannah. You had to stop thinking of her like that.

“You OK?” she asked, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, just having a weird day,” you said. She didn’t believe you, based on the look she gave, but she didn’t press either. “I’ll go get changed.”

“Sounds good,” Hannah said. “I’ll be waiting here. Try not to intimidate too many more gym bros.”

That made you scoff and roll your eyes, blushing a little. Thankfully the only thing she’d passed on to the others was that you’d ‘made a gym bro friend’ and not all the other stuff that had happened, like the encounter being based on the dude seeing your flaccid penis.

She laughed as you trudged away towards the change rooms, and you shot her another eye roll over your shoulder which only made her snicker some more.

Nothing happened in the change room again, thank God. You weren’t sure if you could have handled another encounter with someone, or needing to tell Hannah that you were socialising in there. There were a couple guys in there, one getting ready to go out and another showering and getting ready to leave, but neither of them glanced over at you, and you didn’t have to take your boxers off.

You were coming out of the change room when you heard sharp voices coming from ahead of you out near the lobby. The men’s and women’s change rooms were both set back from the lobby by a short hallway on either side of the main welcome desk, which let the staff there keep and eye on who was going in and out, and make sure everyone was swiping their membership badges. One of the voices was Hannah, and the other was another woman, and you frowned and hesitated a step, and then hesitated some more when you heard their heated conversation.

“Look, I’m just saying, it’s not a good look, Hannah,” the other woman said.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Carise,” Hannah retorted.

“Your boyfriend,” Carise, apparently, said. You hadn’t met anyone on staff by that name. “When you’re working here, you represent all of us, yeah? And one of our trainers dating a guy like that doesn’t look good. It makes all the part-timer members think they have a shot with girls like us.”

“He’s- We’re- That’s-” Hannah stammered, clearly outraged.

“I’m just saying, he might be rich or something, but maybe bring him somewhere else for your little project,” Carise said. “Or, I dunno, hand him off to someone else to train. We all know you’re doing it for free, which is another bad look.”

“You don’t know anything about him, first off,” Hannah hissed loudly. “And second, you’re too new here to have an opinion on my relationships.”

“Except I’m full-time and your not,” Carise said smugly, which didn’t make a lot of sense to you since Hannah had a better job as a trainer with local MLS team, and her gig at the gym was to supplement that one. Shouldn’t that have made her a more valuable employee? “Anyways, I’m just saying, think about it.”

“I’m just saying,” Hannah said, mimicking Carise snidely, “You should keep your nose out of other people’s business. And for your information, my boyfriend’s weight issues are something he can work on, but he comes with a giant cock to go along with his giant heart. Your boyfriend’s steriod use and tiny penis are irreversible.”

You coughed at that one, choking on your own spit for a moment, and you knew you couldn’t linger any further and strolled out of the hallway doing your best to pretend like you hadn’t heard anything at all. Both Hannah and Carise, who was a tall, slender brunette that you’d seen behind the counter before but who had never looked up to give you a smile or a wave like most of the other staff, seemed to be doing the exact same routine that you were - nothing to see here, all is calm and normal.

“Hey,” you said, coming up to them both and putting on a smile even though you were kind of in turmoil inside. “Ready for our workout?”

“Absolutely,” Hannah said, grinning too hard at you. “Let’s get going.”

“Hi,” you said to Carise, trying to be pleasant, and then you reached down and took Hannah’s hand as you both walked towards the gym. As soon as you did it she squeezed hard, as if afraid you would let go, until you both let go once you’d gotten to your usual warm-up area.

“OK, so-” Hannah started, clearly trying to push into your warm up routine.

You cut her off by pullig her into a bear hug, wrapping your arms around her. She didn’t hug you back, but she leaned into your heavily and groaned against your chest. “You heard that?”

“At least some of it,” you said quietly.

She pushed off of you, looking up with a mix of panic and worry in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ollie. I’m gonna talk to the owner about all of that - she was so out of line. You shouldn’t ever hear someone degrading you at any gym. You’re putting in so much work, and it’s already paying off, and no one deserves to have their hard work denegrated. And- um- I-”

“Thank you,” you said, cutting off her stammering again. “And, Hannah? I’ll be your boyfriend whenever you need me to be, especially if it’s to put someone like her in her place.”

“I-” she said, then sniffed and wiped under one eye because she was starting to well up a little, before hugging you back tightly for a moment.

“I love you, Hannah,” you promised her. “And I’ve heard worse.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” she said quietly, then let go of you and stepped back, wiping under her eyes again. “And, um, sorry for mentioning, uh, private… stuff… to her. The only reason I did it was because I’ve heard her complaining about her boyfriend’s issue multiple times.”

“I, um, it’s OK,” you said, almost starting to stammer yourself. “Let’s just, uh, get started?”

“Sure,” she said, blushing a little. And then she turned to look across the gym, but as she did it you could have sworn she glanced down. At your crotch.

Chapter 81

“I’ve got a surprise for you later,” April said with a little, teasing smile as she leaned across the table slightly, her voice lowered.

The two of you were holding hands, your dinners finished and your ciders almost drained. You had been given a cheat meal by Hannah after your workout earlier - it hadn’t been a full month of working out yet, but she said it was close enough and giving you the chance to have a nice meal out with April on your one-month anniversary seemed like a good time to do it. That meant that you’d been able to have the crispy onion strings and fries with your steak, and now you could order dessert.

Sweet, glorious dessert.

You weren’t a man to discriminate most snack foods. You liked salt, you liked savoury, you liked carbs. But sugar was a big part of what had done it to you in the first place.

April had thought it would be cute to have your date at the same restaurant that the two of you had first met, but this time you didn’t have a photo crew outside to take pictures, or a table set aside and waiting, or a photgrapher trying to sneakily grab some candid pictures of the two of you on your date. It was, in fact, way better this way.

“I actually have a surprise for you too,” you said, a little cheekily as you grinned across the candel lit table at your girlfriend.

“Wait, are you wearing special lingerie too?” she smirked, making you both chuckle.

“No, but I’m excited to see that,” you said. Then you reached into your suit jacket interior pocket and fished out the key. It was on a Star Wars keychain with a rubber face of Han Solo and the words ‘I Know.’ You passed it over to her silently.

“To your place?” she asked, looking up with her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised.

You nodded. “I just want you to feel like it’s home for you, too. And you can come over whenever you want or need to. I’d rather you have it and never use it, than want it and not have it. Because, well…”

“I love you, Oliver,” she said, helping you out. Then she smirked ruefully, holding up the key chain. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“I love you too, April,” you said, chuckling.

She stood up, coming around the table, and gestured for you to push back from it. You did and she sat down sideways on your lap, pulling you into a kiss. It was elegant and sweet, but just a little spicy because the dress she was wearing showed a pretty significant amount of cleavage and it was now pressing up against your chest.

“Ahem,” the waiter cleared his throat.

You both looked up at him, blushing, and April got up off your lap and scurried back around to her seat.

“Were we thinking of dessert?” he asked you. “And anything else? Coffee, tea?”

“Baby, I’ll get the pecan pie if you want to get the brownie and ice cream?” April offered.

“That sounds amazing,” you said, feeling your heart possibly double in size, then looked to the waiter. “We’ll do that, and I’ll need a coffee too, please. We’re having a late night. April?”

“I’ll take one too,” she smirked at you, eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

“Wonderful,” the Waiter said. “I’ll get that started for you right away.”

- - - - -

April was horribly behaved in the back of the Uber. Her hands wandered, and in a way that you couldn’t really do since it was a lot easier for the driver to see what you would have been doing compared to her.

By the time you stepped out of the car, you were just hoping that no one noticed the mild tenting partway down one leg of your pants. Or that they assumed you had something bulky in your pocket.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” April grinned at you cheesily as you helped her out of the car.

“M’lady,” you snorted and grinned right back, knowing just how cringey that sounded.

You were pretty sure you heard a groan from the driver.

“Thanks very much,” you said, leaning back in slightly.

“Yep,” the driver said. “Close the door.”

You closed the door and he was pulling away already.

“Wow, someone’s night isn’t going well,” April smirked. Then she leaned into your side, one hand slipping into your pocket and searching down until she was scratching her nails through the pocket and your underwear along the root of your shaft. “But someone else will be.”

“Two someones,” you grinned, leaning down to kiss her. She met you eagerly, her tongue teasing against your lips for a long moment before you pulled away. “OK,” you said, gently taking her hand from your pocket. “I’d rather be able to walk into my apartment instead of bumping into things like a dog wearing a cone.”

That got a fit of giggles out of her as she grabbed your arm and let you lead her in and over to the elevators.

“I never asked,” she said once you were inside and riding it up. “Did you miss me?”

“You didn’t need to ask,” you laughed. “I told you so every day.”

“No, I mean-” she said, coming close to you again and running a hand down the front of your pants until she had her fingers firmly wrapped around the engorging head of your cock. She dropped her tone into a husky, almost posh British accent. “Did you miss me, lover?”

You groaned wordlessly as your answer. It wasn’t that far a walk from the elevator to your apartment, right? What were the chances someone else would be in the hallway?

April was grinning brightly. “You know,” she said. “I did something bad while I was away.”

“You did?”

She nodded, and her grin slipped a little. “Well, actually, it was naughty and it was bad. I, um, well, it turns out one of my work friends was on the same project, so we got to hang out one night since we were both in town, and I told her all about you. I… also sort of showed her that picture we took the first night we were together.”

You frowned for a moment, then your eyebrows rose. “That picture?” You knew exactly which one she meant. It was the one that, if the world were way more open to sexuality, you would use as a phone background or something because it was full of memory, April looked hot as hell, and it also had a weirdly ‘couple photo’ vibe to it even though it was her and your cock.

“Mhmm,” she hummed. “Shelley was shocked. And impressed. And happy for me. I just thought I should tell you I did that.”

“Waitwaitwait,” you said. “Shelley Anderson? Shelley Anderson saw my-?!”

April snorted, looking slightly embarrassed and amused in equal measure. “Oh, Jesus, I should have known you would piece that together.”

“Shelley Anderson saw my cock?” you asked again.

“And was impressed,” April smirked. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“I don’t- I feel like I probably should be, but I mean…”

“Shelley Anderson,” she guessed. “And you can’t tell anyone we’re in the same project. NDAs.”

“Right, right,” you agreed, running your hands through your hair. Shelley Anderson was right up in your top five voice actresses alongside April, and she might have been almost ten years older than you and April, but she was still gorgeous as hell.

“You have a crush on Shelley, don’t you?” April smirked even harder.

“I have a celebrity crush on her,” you admitted. “Like I had on you. I don’t stalk her social media or anything, I just think she very talented.”

“And pretty,” April guessed.

You gave her a look and she laughed. Anyone would be hard pressed to say that Shelley Anderson wasn’t pretty.

The elevator opened, and April grabbed your hand and pulled you out in the hallway. “Enough about Shelley and your big hard-on for her,” she teased, eyes playfully alight. “Tonight is about the last amazing month we’ve been together. I want to relive our special moments.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed readily, being led down the corridor. She stopped you about half way, pressing you up to the wall and then summoning you to lean down so she could kiss you hard enough that your toes curled in your shoes.

“I love you,” she said, looking into your eyes.

“I love you too,” you promised her.

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it, then started pulling your down towards your apartment again. You were one door away when she stopped, pushing you back up to the wall again, and kissed you just like before.

“I super, duper love you,” she said, grinning.

“I love you to infinity and beyond,” you told her.

She pulled back from you, still grinning, backing away all the way across the hall. And then she opened the door without looking and stepped back inside the apartment.

Not your apartment.

Margot’s apartment.

“Um?” you said, raising one big questioning eyebrow.

“I told you I have a surprise prepared,” April smirked. “Don’t worry, she helped me set this up.”

You still had that confused look on your face as you followed April into Margot’s apartment. Nothing was off or different really, other than the lighting being dimmed. “Okay,” you said slowly, looking around. There wasn’t a surprise party waiting, it looked like. Nothing in the kitchen or the living room that you could see.

“Shoes, Ollie,” April prompted you, grinning at your curiousty as she undid the strap on her heels and kicked them off. You quickly pulled yours off as well and she grabbed both your hands, leading you further into the apartment. She stopped you in the middle of the living room and a look in her eye pulled you down to kiss her, and she threw her arms around your neck and the two of you started making out.

Your mind was pretty into the makeout, the feel of her hands running through your hair. Your hands travelling up and down her sides over her dress, reaching back to grab her ass. The smell of her perfume and shampoo. The taste of her lips. The press of her breasts against your chest.

The sound of her soft growl of desire, vibrating up from her throat and into your lips.

But there was another, small corner of your brain that didn’t turn off and live completely in the moment. Why Margot’s apartment? Why not yours? Did Hikaru end up needing to be home for some reason? You’d thought Hikki was hanging out with Margot and Hannah that night, either here or at Hannah’s. You would have preferred Hannahs, just to give a little more distance between you and April and the girls - the last thing you needed was for them to hear the two of you.

April broke the kiss, that grin right back on her lips, and she blew you a little air kiss as she backed away slightly. Then a little more. Then she was grabing your hands again and leading you.

Towards Margot’s bedroom.

Not her extra bedroom. The ‘master bedroom.’ Where Margot slept at night.

“I, um,” you said. “I know she helped you with this or something, but I don’t know how I feel about using Margot’s bed or bedroom for, uh…”

“She knows,” April assured you, still leading you. “She’s fine with it.”

“I still feel like it’s weird to eveen go in there without her,” you said.

“Oh, well, I can fix that,” April smirked, letting go of your hand and turning the nob on the door, pushing it open.

Your jaw dropped.

The bedroom was alight with candles, the flickering light turning everything golden yellow. Margot’s bed was stripped over her comforter and blanket, left with only a fitted sheets and a stack of pillows at the head.

And Margot was lounging on it, her skin shimmering in the candelight, the lingerie she was wearing a bright, fiery red.

She looked like an old painting by some renaissance master. Or whoever painted beautiful women in candlelight. The renaissance didn’t have lingerie like this though. Her hair was down and cascasing in soft golden waves around her shoulders and neck. Her breasts were being held up by a bright red lace bra, the cleavage firm and puffed slightly over the tops like she was an actress in some perioud piece that felt the need for every woman to push her cleavage to the absolute maximum. Her torso, thick and strong but still with feminine curves, was bare and slowly moved with her breathing. Her legs were long and supple, the matching red panties she was wearing hugging her hips perfectly with a wide lace band and delving down into the shadowed V between her legs. 

“I-” you stammered. “I- You-”

Margot grinned at you and sat up, tossing her hair dramatically. “It’s real, Ollie,” she said. “This is real.”

“I did say I wanted to relive our special moments,” April grinned, tugging you across the threshold. “And since Zara isn’t here, Margot volunteered to help us relive our threesome fun.”

“You did?” you asked Margot, your mind reeling from what was happening, trying to find some semblence of reality that it could get a grasp on.

“I sure did, Oliver,” Margot said. “I love you. You’re an amazing friend. My best friend, really. Why shouldn’t I want to sleep with you? Why shouldn’t I want to explore you, and let you explore me?”

You turned, your mouth fishing for words, looking down to April at your side. “You’re sure?” you finally asked.

“Ollie, I love you,” April said sweetly. “And we talked about this in theory already. Since we’re sleeping with Zara, since we’re bringing her closer and making her more a part of our relationship, I’m following through one what I decided. I’m open to us fooling around with Margot. Maybe it’s just tonight, maybe it’s more in the future. We’ll figure that out when we talk tomorrow. But for tonight? Tonight it’s you, it’s me, and it’s Margot.”

She let go of your hand and took the few steps over to the bed. They must have had this planned because Margot seemed to know what was coming, and she sat up more onto her knees, leaning forward as April stepped towards her, and they kissed.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you had a clip of all the guys from Family Guy dropping their jaws start looping.

April ran her hands up Margot’s shoulders and into her hair, holding her still as they made out. Margot’s hands started on your girlfriend’s waist but slid down to hips, then back to her ass, grabbing her cheeks through her chest. They both moaned softly, a soft smacking of their lips releasing over and over, only ending when April slowly pulled away and both of them grinned at you warmly. Invitingly. Hungrily.

“Holy shit,” you exhaled.

April stepped back to you, grabbing your hand and bringing you right up to the bed. Right up to where Margot was kneeling. In lingerie. In the candelight. Her bra showing off that amazing cleavage, her eyes shimmering, her hair silky, her lips- God, her lips with slightly smeared lipstick after having made out with April.

“Do you want to do this?” Margot asked you softly, a hint of worry in her eyes. “Because I want to, Ollie, but we don’t have to.”

“I-” you said, hesitating a moment as you raised a hand and brushed a lock of her golden hair behind her ear. “I want to do this.”

“Then kiss me,” Margot asked. Begged. Demanded. “Kiss me like you want me.”

You leaned down and you kissed her.

Chapter 82

You got lost in kissing Margot.

She was only the third woman you’d ever kissed, and it was the same as kissing April or Zara, but also so different. You felt like you were only starting to understand that kissing was like a language, with accents and personality all to itself.

Margot kissed easily. Not lazily, but smoothely. She kissed like it was a simply thing to make you feel a thrill up and down your spine, the tease your lips with her tongue until it slipped between them, to know just when to suck on your lip. Your hands had gone to her face, cupping her jaw tenderly, but that easiness didn’t need you to support her, to hold her. It wanted you to get the full experience. She kept one hand one yours, weaving her fingers among yours, pressing her cheek against it. The other one she guided down to her shoulder, her chest, her breast.

God, you were grabbing Margot’s breast! A breast that you could picture in your mind’s eye when she’d pranced through your apartment naked. A breast you could feel had a hard nipple pushing against the lingerie she was wearing for you. It filled and overflowed your palm - not as much as April’s did, but a perfect amount to be squeezed and massaged and mauled. And then she wa guiding your hand down further. To her waist, her hip, back to her ass. Her undewear, which you hadn’t seen the back of, wasn’t a thong and you could feel her meaty, muscled ass softly split by the lacey garment.

She groaned into your lips as you gave it a squeeze.

Then another hand was on your back.

April.

April was still there with you.

You pulled away from Margot’s kiss, turning to your girlfiend to find her still grinning, still happy with this choice. She went on her toes and you met her for a brief kiss, then she turned and kissed Margot again in the same way. This time you had a front row seat and you groaned at the view.

April had stripped while you’d been making out with Margot and she was wearing lingerie as well. Hers was a bright green, her tits lifted by a bra that was doing a pretty good job of a shelf impression, projecting them out more than usual. It was also clearly more than just regular lingerie because while it was giving her support, her tits were also still out, her areolas and nipples bare and already stiff. Her underwear, unlike Margot’s was a thong, a matching green to the bra and barely more than a string around her wast and down the crack of her ass, with a little green triangle in the front emroidered with a darker green pattern.

“Damn, April,” Margot said once she got a good look at her. “When you said ‘special lingerie’ I wasn’t expecting Sex Goddess.”

“Why thanks,” April grinned, her tongue sticking out playfully from between her teeth for a moment. “But we’re not focusing on me right now, we’re focusing on Oliver.”

“True,” Margot said, turning back to you, her hands dropping to the waitband of your pants. “I’ve heard the rumours, Ollie. Do you think that I can get this monster out and show him some love?”

“We’ll show him some love,” April said, still grinning as she got up on the bed next to Margot.

“That would be amazing,” you managed to mumble.

They worked together, your belt getitng undone and whipped completely out of the belt loops, tossed to the floor. Your button undone, fly down, pants dropping around your ankles. You had a moment of self-conscious angst as your belly came into view, but Margot didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. She grabbed one side of your boxers, and April grabbed the other, and they grinned at each other for a moment before simulateously pulling your underwear down.

Your cock bobbed out, free of it’s confines, already half-stiff and quickly rising like it was the morning and it’s alarm clock had gone off. Time for work.

“Slap my ass and call me Shirley,” Margot said, using a phrase you’d never heard her say before, as she looked at your cock with nothing short of awe on her face. April was grinning, her eyes flashing over to see Margot’s reaction, but constantly being drawn back to you.

“Pardon?” you chuckled.

“Just- Something my Grandma used to say,” Margot laughed, lightly reaching out and only hesitating at the last moment to put her hand on you. She looked up into your eyes. “I loved you before now, big guy, but this is one fucking tool. Just fyi. In case you haven’t heard it enough already.”

“I make sure he knows it,” April snickered, then glanced up at you. “You’re in this, right?”

You nodded silently, watching Margot’s hand hover and inch from your hard cock.

April put her hand gently on Margot’s as it hung in the air and guided it to wrap around your shaft.

“Fucking hell,” Margot murmured. Then she looked up at you, meeting your eyes, and she leaned forward and pressed the crown of your tip to her lips and slid the entire head between them. Her tongue lashed against the sensitive skin, her spit warming you up and sliding, her teeth grazing softly against the ridge of the head as she worked more of you into her mouth, stretching her jaw a little until she was sucking on the hole thing.

“More than I could take the very first time,” April smirked at the blonde, then she leaned in and kissed the side of your shaft.

“Oh, boy,” you grunted dumbly. That was all your brain could manage.

They sucked your cock. Together.

Margot and April. Together in Margot’s bedroom.

It was like a dream, but the dream was real, and reality took on a dream-like state because you found it hard to keep track of linear continuity. Not that you were jumping back and forth, but it felt like every time you looked down, every time you opened you eyes after shutting them from the overwhelming feeling of their mouths on you, something had changed.

Margot slurped on the head of your cock while April kissed your shaft.

April got a little further down your cock than Margot did, while Margot nuzzled against the root of your cock and tongued at your balls.

Margot was down on her back on the bed, sucking your balls one after the other, while April straddled her waist and rubbed the head of your cock between the bar parts of her tits.

April was on her knees, off the side of the bed, now sucking your balls while Margot did her best hoover impression, trying to swallow as much of you into her mouth as she could. No- trying to swallow you into her throat! It wasn’t working and she gagged, coming off with a cough, her spittle connecting her red lips to your cock as she grinned despite the coughing. You cock slapped down onto April’s face and she chuckled as it pressed the entire length of it up to her hairline, the sound vibrating through your sack and right up your back.

Margot went right back to slurping on the thick knob at the end of your cock once she’d caught her breath, silently acceeding that maybe you were a little too girthy for her to try to deepthroat.

Both of them, side by side, on their knees, slobbering on the crown of your cock. Each one stroking you with a hand on your shaft, working out of rhythm, stimulating you chaoticly.

“Come all over here, Ollie,” April encouraged you with a husky tone. “Fuck, I want to see her face when she’s drowning in your cum.”

“I want some in my mouth,” Margot told you, her lips leaving your cock as April took over. “I want to taste you too, hot n’ ready.”

You groaned. You’d been doing a lot of that. Groaning, grunting, moaning. So had they.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Fuck, Margot, I’m close.”

“Mmm, give it to me, Ollie,” she said, taking April’s spot again, slurping away at you like a too-big ice cream cone.

“Do it, baby,” April cheered you on, her hand sliding down from your shaft to massage your balls as they started to tug up into you in preperation for your release. “Empty these things out. Fill up her mouth, cover her tits and face. I’ll lick it off her pretty face, and slurp it off her tits, and kiss my way down wherever it ends up dripping.”

“Mrffy Mmch,” Margot laughed and mumbled, her mouth full of your cock again.

That was enough to set you over the edge and you groaned, thrusting your hips forward, as your release leapt out of you like a nerf dart, the first rope spattering Margot right in the back of her mouth and making her gag again. She pulled off of you, coughing, and your second thick rope still entered her mouth.

Somehow, despite her grimace and clearing her throat, she continued to jack you off and point your cock down at her chest. One, two, three, four thick ropes of cum laced across her cleavage and up to her neck. Then she was pointing you at her face. One, two more sticky webs spattered her lips, cheek and chin. And then the last thick, oozing glob came pouring out of you, down her hand as she milked the head of your cock, all the way to her wrist.

“Mmm, don’t let it drop,” April chuckled, ducking in and slurping at the ooze, sucking it up.

“Holy shit,” you panted. “Holy shit, that was amazing.” Margot let your cock go, chuckling at the look on your face, looking all the world like she’d just been through a battle with a kid armed with silly string. It was silly, and hot, and knowing it was your cum plastered all over your friend’s beautiful face… you weren’t likely go soft any time soon.

Especially not when April pushed Margot back against the bed and started licking at her cleavage.

Chapter 83

“Alright, Ollie,” April grinned at you like it was Christmas morning. “Time to unwrap your present.”

You gulped, and for the first time in a while it wasn’t because you were trying not to think about Margot, or one of your other friends, naked.

The girls had scampered out of the room once they’d finished their display of cum-licking sapphic kissing, going out to the washroom and coming back wiping themselves down with a couple of wet hand towels. Margot had taken them and hung them off the back of a chair, making it pretty obvious she was planning that they were going to be needed again.

Your Southern friend grinned at you, spreading her arms to the side in an invitation. “You’ve already seen me naked once, hon,” she said. “This time I want you to get to be the one to get me that way.”

Standing up from the edge of the bed where you’d been recuperating, your cock was already standing at full attention and you noticed both of their eyes dart down to it quickly as it bobbed ahead of you, but they both dragged their eyes back up to your face as well. You weren’t just a big dick to either of them. You crossed the floor to April first, pulling her to you and leaning in to kiss her. She returned it hungrily, laughing in her chest as her bare nipples scraped against your shirt.

You reluctantly pulled away from your girlfriend and put your attention on Margot. She was smirking a little and cocked her hip, her red lingerie a burnt orange in the candelight. “Well?” she asked. “You wanna do the honours.”

“I do,” you told her, finally starting to properly feel youroting under you. “I really do, Margot.”

You pulled her to you with one arm, crushing her against your chest as you kissed her. She laughed, much as April had, in her throat and chest, delighting in the kiss. Blindly your hand searched the back of her bra, finding the telltale sign of the clasp. Pinch-push-release, and it was loose.

“Damn, Oliver,” Margot chuckled, pulling her lips from yours. “How’d you become a bra-popping expert?”

“I wear heavy duty bras,” April smirked. “And he actually bothered to ask to look at the different kinds of clasps while I wasn’t wearing them.”

“God, why is that so sexy?” Margot grinned.

“Right?”

“If you two don’t mind, I’m going to get on with the unwrapping,” you said, giving April and wink and Margot a kiss on the tip of her nose that made her snort.

It wasn’t a big deal, just pulling the bra off of Margot’s shoulders, down her arms, and revealing her stupendous tits.

They were, honestly, natural marvels. They were maybe a full size or two smaller than April’s, but considering April’s were pretty damn big, that meant they were just pretty big, or damn big. They rode high on her chest, amazing teardrops that were a little rounder and heavier at the bottom, with cute little silver dollar areolas that were the same shade as her natural lip colour, and pencil eraser nipples that were standing out firmly. Margot’s tits could have been on an ancient Greek marble sculpture, they stood so proud and firm.

“Like ‘em?” Margot asked after you took a long moment just staring.

You picked her up by her waist, and she let out a ‘Whoop!’ as you lifted her and pressed her back to the wall, and then shee pinched her knees on your sides and groaned as you shifting your hands up to her bare tits, hefting them both from underneath, and sucked hard on one of her nipples. It was firm and rubbery on your tongue, much the same as April and Zara’s when you played with theirs, but but also different. Different because they were Margot’s nipples, Margot’s tits. Not better, certainly not worse, just different.

“I think he likes them,” April said with a smirk in her tone.

“Oh, fuck, Ollie, a little harder,” Margot groaned. You did as instructed, sucking a little harder and giving a little nibble, and her knees tightened on your sides. “Mmmm, yes, like that,” she said. “Just like that.” You swapped to the other breast, licking the inside curve of it before catching her other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

“Can you coust from that?” April asked.

“It feels fucking great, but no,” Margot said, her hands playing with your hair.

You gave one last firm suck and popped off of Margot’s boob, making her laugh and contort herself a little to look down at it. “Carefully doing that, Ollie,” she chuckled. “That’s how you leave a hickey on a girl.”

“Oh, oops,” you said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, hon,” she grinned. “What are you gonna do with me now?”

She gave another ‘Whoop!’ as you moved your hands down to her ass, supporting her as you pulled her away from the wall, pivoted around April and lowered Margot to the bed. She let go of your sides, and her grip on your shoulders, when her back was safely down, and you stood up between her spread legs.

“God damn,” Margot breathed out. “I’ve heard of guys throwing around a petite girl in bed, but I’ve never been with one who could do it to me.”

“He’s pretty damn strong,” April said, cuddling up next to you as you both looked down at the mostly-naked blonde. “I know I appreciate it when he gets all caveman.”

“Mmm, I can see why,” Margot grinned. Then she raise foot, placing it on your chest and wiggling her toes. “What are you gonna do next, Ollie? Tease me, or unwrap me some more?”

You took her foot and raised it, kissing the side of it briefly, then brought it up over your shoulder and leaned down so that she had to bend it back a bit.

“I’m going to unwrap you, Margot,” you said. “And then I’m going to take a taste of that little cowgirl pussy you teased me with, and that thicc cowgirl ass.”

“I wasn’t teasing, I was just-” she cut off with a gasp as you hauled her panties right off of her, over her ass, up her thighs and legs and finally over her feet.

“I’ll take those,” April said, nabbing them from you before you could drop them. Then she climbed on the bed as you dropped to your knees, pulling Margot’s butt to the edge of the mattress. You didn’t wait for anything; you lifted your friend’s thighs over your shoulders and dove in, giving her pretty little pussy a lick with your thick tongue.

“Ooooh, fuck, I’m in trouble,” Margot groaned.

“Yeah, you are,” April smirked at her. “Now open wide, you little slut.”

You missed the actual action, but when you looked up again, past Margot’s tits, you found that the blonde’s head was resting in April’s lap as they were both watching you eat Margot out. And Margot’s panties were stuffed in her mouth.

That was kinky. And kinda hot.

You decided to push things further, dragging your tongue down through her outer labia, tasting the warm, salty flavour of her natural lubrication, and down further as you lifted her thighs from your shoulders and pushed them back. Your tongue danced over her perineum, and then into the cleavage between her cheeks, prodding at the clean, slightly-tan little dimple around her butthole.

“Mmfmmphhggmm!” Margot moaned through the panties. It was an exclamation, but didn’t sound panicked, so you didn’t stop. She moaned when you circled it again, pressing her thighs together as they were both pointed up to the cieling. That leg position opened her cheeks up a little more, but also pressed her pretty, flushed labia together into a cute little pair of vertical lips that you couldn’t help but kiss. And tongue. And slurp on.

Her legs started shaking as you went back bown, starting at the bottom again and teasing her all the way up to the top. One more time, revelling in the taste and smell of her, in her muffled moans, and then you backed away, lowering her legs to the side, leaving her panting and glaring at you.

“Mff mm mmff,” she said through the panty-gag.  A clear, ‘What the fuck?’

April was smirking broadly at the other woman’s predicament.

You leaned over Margot, your cock hanging in the air over her and the head brushing against the top of her stomach as you gently tugged the panties from her mouth. She gasped in a full lungful of air and then glared at you playfully.

“Payback,” you said. “For streaking to my apartment, nearly giving me a heart attack, and putting the picture of you naked in my mind forever.”

She cracked a laughed, reaching down and stroking your cock lightly with one hand and up with the other to pull you into a kiss. “Fine,” she said, letting you go. “That’s fair.” Then she slipped out from under you and up onto her knees, giving you another quick kiss on the lips. “Besides, we don’t want to woman of the hour to feel like she’s been forgotten.”

We both looked to April, who blushed at the sudden attention and put one hand to her chest like she was some effette noblewoman. “Who, me?” she asked.

Chapter 84

“Er-ma-geeeerd,” April groaned.

Margot looked up at you with a grin and you nodded, the two of you swapping places again. You climbed back up the bed and kissed April, beginning to maul her breasts with your hands, while Margot slipped down the length of the bed and pressed her lips to April’s pussy, pushing her tongue where yours had just been.

Two-on-one was never fair, but all was fair in love and war.

It turned out that Margot wasn’t shy at all about being with a woman, which had surprised you a little. Kissing was one thing, but she’d never mentioned to you that she’d been with one before. Not that there had been a reason for it to come up, and that wasn’t really something that someone would just blurt out you guessed, but it had still been a bit of a surprise. April hadn’t been surprised, so it must have come up during their planning or something.

“Fuck,” April breathed out against your lips. “Fuck.” Her hips were thrusting up and down as Margot drilled the brunette’s pussy with her tongue and two fingers.

You started kissing down April’s chest, teasing her by biting the straps of her sexy bra and pulling them out a little before letting them go with a soft snap against her skin. Then you were down to bountious tits, kissing and sucking them where the bra left her very best bits open to be played with.

“Hmmmm,” April hummed, rolling her lips in and biting them, then pushing them out in a purse as she exhaled heavily. “Ollie- Fuck, Ollie, fuck me. Just put your cock inside me and fuck me, baby. Please just stretch me out with the big fucking mammoth cock and fuck me!?”

“I think she wants you to fuck her,” Margot said, coming up from April’s pussy with a soft sheen around her lips. 

“I think she does,” you agreed with a chuckle.

“Fuck you both,” April giggled a little manicly, covering her face. “Oliver, please. God, I’m close to coming but I want your cock.”

“Better give her what she wants,” Margot grinned.

You swapped places again, this time lowering yourself between April’s legs as she spread them wide in invitation. Her thong was still on, the green scrap of fabric pulled to the side and quitepossibly stretched to ruin. Her pussy was gaping a little as if begging you soundlessly, ‘Fuck me, Oliver! Give me what I want!’

“No condoms?” Margot asked, a little surprised. Which surprised you, considering the two women had planned this encounter.

“Huh?” April asked, breaking out of the hungry daze she’d been in as she watched your cock closing in on her pussy. “Oh, um- yeah, no? I mean, Oliver would need, like, a custom size…”

“April’s got an IUD,” you said, the topic of safe sex having come up after your first night together and the massive creampie you’d given her to round out your first time. “I sort of figured you guys talked about this?”

“Fuck it, we’ll do it raw,” Margot smirked. “I’m on the pill, I’ve been taking it consistently, I should be safe.”

“You’ll love it,” April said, looking up into Margot’s eyes and grinning wickedly. “When it splits you open, you feel like-” She hiccuped, eyes going wide, as you pressed into her.

“A little like that?” Margot laughed, grinning down at April.

April nodded, mouth opening and closing for a moment before she exhaled out a moan, a lazy grin splitting her lips. “Yeah,” she said. “Fuck, like that. God, Oliver, call me Hera, Queen of the Gods, and you’re my Zeus.”

“Didn’t they hate each other most of the time?” you asked, a little concerned.

“Whatever,” she waved. “I just figured Zara and Margot would want to be goddesses too.”

“Dibs on the hunter lady one,” Margot said. “I can’t remember her name.”

“Artemis,” you and April said at the same time, and then she moaned again as you pressd even deeper.

“Fuckin’ nerds,” Margot smirked, then leaned over and kissed you, her fingers exploring down where your cock was piercing into April.

(Chapter to be Continued.)