Gloria and V (R-18)

(The following contains content not suitable for minors. Avert your young eyes from this R - 18 content. You have been warned three times)

The sight of two shiny silver buttplugs with round diamond inlays resting between four rounder ass cheeks as V and Gloria lay naked on my bed caused me to reel back and bite my finger to prevent death by over exposure to perfection.

"Toma!" I growled as I desperately attempted to pull my pants off with the steel-hard club between my legs standing at a right angle.

I understood intrinsically that I was supposed to cross my reinforced bed and receive a duel blowjob, but my blood was hot and I took Gloria from behind in a barely restrained charge. The plug long enough to provide extra pressure to both my shaft and the back end of her clitorus, resulting in a two birds one stone scenario.

"Oh Jesus!" Gloria shrieked as I pinned her down and got straight to biz.

V adapted brilliantly and smirked while grabbing a hold of Gloria's ass, tugging the firm flesh her way, "Oh yeah, Big Man. Give it to her. Mess her up."

She always came in clutch with the dirty talk in threeways. I prefer to just give some vague noises of enjoyment. Through in a 'Oh yeah.' 'Keep going, baby.' and a 'Fuck.' or two. Speech gives me a sense of timing and intensity for it, but I don't like to get much further down filth avenue than 'The way you move is so fucking hot.'

Jesus has a mom, and I like to not feel like I should burst into flames when I look at her images rolling by on the hoods of cars in the barrio. Murder, mayhem, sign me up. Treating a sex partner like a sack of shit I happen to enjoy stuffing my cock in, pass. If she needs more than my stiff cock and some vocal support then I'm not about it, finding it best to avoid any bitches that need me to choke her and spit on her eyeballs. They have a critically heighted likelihood for cutting off dicks in the night.

That'd be an awful trip to the AutoDoc.

Do you girl, I just need to step out for some smokes. Nah, I ain't going ghost, promise. Word girl. Be right back. Psyche! Ain't nobody ever seen a more perfect swan dive than when Juan D. Welles needs to get the fuck out of Dodge.

Gloria, obviously, did not need me to treat her like the inside of some other dude's condom for me to get her off hard, just to feel my fiery need to breed her as deeply as possible. Something I had no issues showing physically in my thrusts and caresses. We came while I held her belly, imagining it swelling with my children.

It always boggled the mind how much I cum when she is involved, the results of my effort leaking out of he flushed red snatch as I pulled back and V straddled my hips, seeing no need to hold herself back after watching her partner getting it.

V bucked and rolled her hips for all of ninety seconds before she got off the first time and together we got her there three more times before pushing her off and pressing Gloria down on her back for more, hitting it eye to eye the way God intended as my toughed balls slammed against the plug. The neighbor in the duplex over could hear me bring the thunder as I carried all my weight in my hips and ass and the woman under me gazed up with eyes glazed over in satisfaction.

My nuts delivered what felt like a good two thirds of my being into her and V took up the cause of ensuring it wouldn't hit the sheets as her tongue lapped up my seed like a dying woman in the desert. She wiggled her hips, but I needed no prompting as I hit it from behind, that shiny bejeweled plug acting like a map marker to distract me from the scenic view of Gloria writhing under V's efforts.

I was struck by how fresh this moment felt. V and I regularly threesomed chicas as a vibrantly carnal bonding activity. It's a jolt to the system, bringing in the sexual energy of a third partner, something to be spaced out to avoid the novelty wearing off. If you're doing it right it serves as a shot in the arm for communication. Almost a come to Jesus moment, but more a course corrector than a full change in direction.

Typically we hit up a chica we both tagged before getting together, removing a lot of the exploratory aspect of the threesome and settling into delivering a night she will never forget no matter who she was with before nor who she gets with after. The kind of memory she plays over and over in her head searching for the secrets of the human condition.

Then we send her on her way and get back to us.

V once again impressed me the voracity of her cunilingus, the generosity of her heart displayed fully in each movement of her tongue and lips and gratefulness in the shrieks of pleasure she brings. She only stopped to groan as her body shook from a brutally hard orgasm.

Those violent contractions reverberated up through me to steal the nut, but my enjoyment of it was disrupted by an electronic alarm.

"That's all I have time for." Gloria declared as she worked her way off the bed on quivering legs.

Oh the pits of parenting. You no longer have time for all day fuck sessions. As we wrapped things up and showered off I was struck with the desire for Gloria to stay, something truly disturbing as it originated not out of a need to further impress upon her my sexual prowess, but out of the simple need to spend more time with her. Horrifying.

I'd caught the feels, chooms.

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Once more big ups to my wife for editing this chapter. Would have sucked without her, no doubt about that.

I haven't done any love triangle work since my first story a couple of years ago, and as we can see this one is far less competitive than it was there. The lines of how each woman connects to Juan are also blurred more than they were for Jaune.

I do find it neat that my first story and best story have leads with names that would make it confusing as hell for them to work together in a cross over event.

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