Shared {4/6?} {Aladdin/Cinderella/Jasmine}afterandalasiaNovember 17 2012, 18:22:11 UTC
Jasmine breaks her off with a kiss. "I understand," she murmurs. The Prince may share Aladdin's dark hair, but not his tanned skin and possibly not the princess's bed. It would not do to take unwarranted risks.
She tosses back her hair, letting free another wave of her scent, and Aladdin becomes acutely aware of the aching desire in his cock. Without thinking he wraps his hand around it as he kneels up, relieved by the pressure, and allows himself a moment to wonder how it was that the giggling-whispered fantasies of his youth could have come true and yet have been even more perfect than he had imagined.
There is a smirk on Jasmine's face as she looks at him, and he knows immediately that she has some wicked plan still remaining. She plants one hand on his chest and pushes him backwards; he does not even play at fighting. Pulling his wrist away, she pauses for a moment and looks at him, eyes smouldering, holding his gaze as she wraps both of her hands around his cock and slowly starts to stroke him.
Her hands are slick; he realises that it must be with her own arousal, and if he were not already hard the thought would be enough by itself. The lowering of her eyes announces what she will do next, and Aladdin is already biting his lip by the time that he feels her lips against the head of his cock, parting slowly to take him in, letting her tongue just touch him before pulling back.
"Fuck," he breathes, because the smell of sex is in the air and the taste of it on his lips, and Jasmine always knows just how to taunt him with her tongue. "Jasmine, please, yes..."
He almost misses the fingers that brush tentatively over his thigh, the kiss that is pressed to the side of his hip, until he turns his eyes away from the canopies above them to see that Cinderella has joined his wife, is watching closely and then, as Jasmine breathes something obviously meant for just the two of them, glances up with burgeoning courage alongside her desire to catch his eye. If he had thought her attractive before, it is nothing compared to how she looks now as she reaches in to press her tongue against the head of his cock in turn, tasting, testing him.
For an instant he thinks that he will come there and then. But Jasmine's fingers are sliding round beneath his balls and pressing gently, just enough for him to recover himself, even as Cinderella wraps a hand around his shaft and takes more of him into her mouth, sweeping her tongue over his skin and still breathing heavily with lust. Jasmine's tongue sweeps up the side of his cock, Cinderella draws back to copy the motion, and then he struggles to hold himself together as the two women take control of him, two mouths and two tongues and four hands to do to him as they wish. The sucking pressure just beneath the head; the possessive hand wrapped around his balls and massaging them; the feel of two tongues together against his slit as one set of breasts rubbed against each of his thighs; it blurred together and left him pliant and shaking beneath them.
"Are you ready?" he hears Jasmine say, over the pounding in his ears. He isn't sure if the words are meant for him, but he nods anyway, because his whole body is aching with need and with desire.
Jasmine gently shifts Cinderella first, so that she is straddling Aladdin's belly with her back towards his face, and he cannot see what his wife is doing until he feels a hand wrapped around his cock and he is guided into her. The tight muscles of her walls squeeze around him, just once, as if in greeting, and without thinking he reaches to grip Cinderella's hips to steady himself. A hand -- Jasmine's, doubtless Jasmine's -- slips down between his stomach and Cinderella's cunt, and he feels wetness on his skin as Cinderella presses down against them both.
She tosses back her hair, letting free another wave of her scent, and Aladdin becomes acutely aware of the aching desire in his cock. Without thinking he wraps his hand around it as he kneels up, relieved by the pressure, and allows himself a moment to wonder how it was that the giggling-whispered fantasies of his youth could have come true and yet have been even more perfect than he had imagined.
There is a smirk on Jasmine's face as she looks at him, and he knows immediately that she has some wicked plan still remaining. She plants one hand on his chest and pushes him backwards; he does not even play at fighting. Pulling his wrist away, she pauses for a moment and looks at him, eyes smouldering, holding his gaze as she wraps both of her hands around his cock and slowly starts to stroke him.
Her hands are slick; he realises that it must be with her own arousal, and if he were not already hard the thought would be enough by itself. The lowering of her eyes announces what she will do next, and Aladdin is already biting his lip by the time that he feels her lips against the head of his cock, parting slowly to take him in, letting her tongue just touch him before pulling back.
"Fuck," he breathes, because the smell of sex is in the air and the taste of it on his lips, and Jasmine always knows just how to taunt him with her tongue. "Jasmine, please, yes..."
He almost misses the fingers that brush tentatively over his thigh, the kiss that is pressed to the side of his hip, until he turns his eyes away from the canopies above them to see that Cinderella has joined his wife, is watching closely and then, as Jasmine breathes something obviously meant for just the two of them, glances up with burgeoning courage alongside her desire to catch his eye. If he had thought her attractive before, it is nothing compared to how she looks now as she reaches in to press her tongue against the head of his cock in turn, tasting, testing him.
For an instant he thinks that he will come there and then. But Jasmine's fingers are sliding round beneath his balls and pressing gently, just enough for him to recover himself, even as Cinderella wraps a hand around his shaft and takes more of him into her mouth, sweeping her tongue over his skin and still breathing heavily with lust. Jasmine's tongue sweeps up the side of his cock, Cinderella draws back to copy the motion, and then he struggles to hold himself together as the two women take control of him, two mouths and two tongues and four hands to do to him as they wish. The sucking pressure just beneath the head; the possessive hand wrapped around his balls and massaging them; the feel of two tongues together against his slit as one set of breasts rubbed against each of his thighs; it blurred together and left him pliant and shaking beneath them.
"Are you ready?" he hears Jasmine say, over the pounding in his ears. He isn't sure if the words are meant for him, but he nods anyway, because his whole body is aching with need and with desire.
Jasmine gently shifts Cinderella first, so that she is straddling Aladdin's belly with her back towards his face, and he cannot see what his wife is doing until he feels a hand wrapped around his cock and he is guided into her. The tight muscles of her walls squeeze around him, just once, as if in greeting, and without thinking he reaches to grip Cinderella's hips to steady himself. A hand -- Jasmine's, doubtless Jasmine's -- slips down between his stomach and Cinderella's cunt, and he feels wetness on his skin as Cinderella presses down against them both.
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