Asch #3
“Fucking needy,” Blaze mutters, but he’s smiling as he pushes Pandora’s shirt up to reveal her bra—black and lacy, like her panties, because she clearly came here today on a mission.
It takes a few seconds of fumbling before he gets the bra undone so he can push that up too, revealing Pandora’s beautiful breasts for us.
Blaze immediately pinches one of her nipples, making Pandora laugh and swat at his hand.
“Blaze! That’s not how you treat a lady,” she complains, even though we both know she loves the pain.
Blaze makes a show of looking around. “Do you see any ladies here, Asch?”
“Nope,” I tell him with an especially emphatic thrust into Pandora. “Which is a good thing because what lady would let herself get fucked senseless by three men all at once, hmm?” I kiss Pandora again, still rubbing her clit.
If she wanted to respond, her words are lost in an incoherent groan.
Pandora reaches out until her hand lands on Blaze’s cock.
It’s already red, the head glistening with a bead of precum.
Blaze moans and gets closer, his thigh pressing against Pandora’s while his shoulder bumps mine.
Blaze gets one arm around Pandora’s back to balance her as he goes back to kneading her breasts and toying with her nipples.
Every time Blaze does something Pandora likes, she squeezes her cunt around me, eliciting a groan from me.
It’s all I can do to hold out until she’s clenching around me and crying out with her pleasure, and Blaze is there to kiss me again—all hard and demanding—as I spill into her tight cunt.
“Fuck,” I mutter when Blaze pulls away from me, and I glance down to where Pandora still somehow has the presence of mind to stroke his cock. Guess I didn’t distract her well enough to make her stop or slow down.
Better luck next time.
“My turn,” Blaze mutters, elbowing me so I get out of the way. I groan and pull out of her. My cum drips out of her cunt, glistening, and if I wasn’t spent, that image alone would have me getting hard again.
Especially when Blaze takes my spot and thrusts into her, fucking my cum into her. We’d never fucked a woman bare until Pandora, and there’s something incredible about it.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Pandora groans, grabbing Blaze and throwing her head back as he pounds into her with more urgency than I did.
“Come on, Panda, do it,” Blaze growls. “I want to feel you shuddering. You want my cum in there too, right? Me and Asch, all mingling inside of you.”
I lean in to kiss her throat, nipping lightly at the skin, as my hand cups her breast and I thumb the nipple. She grabs me by the hair and urges my head up so I’m kissing her lips again, and it’s my turn to be hard and crushing against her mouth as I muffle her cries.
Her entire body shudders, and it makes Blaze grunt.
“That’s right,” I coax. “Come for us.”
Blaze moans louder, and he thrusts forward. If I hadn’t been holding Pandora, she probably would have slid back on the washing machine.
I glance up so I can see Blaze’s face contort with his orgasm. I’ve seen that expression countless times, yet I’ve never gotten bored of it.
Pandora’s, too.
I want to see both of them like this over and over again.
Blaze’s movements slow. He breathes heavily, and for one split second, there’s an innocence on his face that I haven’t seen since we were pre-teens.
“Okay, now I’m sore. And my ass does not like this anymore,” Pandora complains. She pushes against Blaze’s chest. “Off.”
Blaze pinches her nose before he does pull out. His cum drips onto the top of the washing machine.
The cum smears when Pandora slides off the machine, her legs so wobbly that she stumbles against me.
“Wow,” Pandora says. “Who knew laundry could be this fun?”
“It’s one way of getting me to do it,” I deadpan. “Guess you’ll just have to come over every laundry day.” I pull my pants up and button them. “We might have to have an encore when it’s time to do the sheets.”
Blaze runs a hand through his hair. “As long as it doesn’t mean you need to wash more clothes.”
We laugh to ourselves, until we hear more footsteps coming down the stairs.
River comes down, carrying a laundry hamper of his own. He stops when he sees all of us.
“Hey!” Pandora says, skipping over to him—completely unbothered by the fact that she’s wearing only one boot or that her tights and panties are dangling from her other leg. She leans up to kiss River on the cheek. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I just got back,” River says. He eyes all of us. “Can I do laundry?”
Blaze glances at the washer. “Looks like there’s another twenty minutes on the wash cycle.”
“Pandora can keep you company until it’s done,” I say with a smirk.
Blaze and Pandora both burst into laughter.
“Anyway, I still have sheets and towels after that’s done,” I tell River. “I’ll let you know when I’m done.” I grimace. “I need to get back to studying, though, if Pandora’s done distracting me.”
“I’ll keep her occupied for you,” River says.
“Great.” I wave to the three of them then head out of the laundry room and back upstairs.
All right, if I always got that kind of reward for doing chores, I’d do them more often.
Probably.
It’s always worth a try.