Adult Swim
Who: George, Chloe, Bill, Faith
When: Day 36, late night
Where: In the Ocean or at Bag End
Invited: Closed
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" George asked.
"Sure," Chloe said. She was walking a step ahead of George. This late night swim had been Chloe's idea. Of course she thought was a good one.
( 'You have seen Jaws, right?' George asked. )
When: Day 36, late night
Where: In the Ocean or at Bag End
Invited: Closed
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" George asked.
"Sure," Chloe said. She was walking a step ahead of George. This late night swim had been Chloe's idea. Of course she thought was a good one.
( 'You have seen Jaws, right?' George asked. )
"Someone's going to see you!" George hissed when she first realized Faith wasn't going to dress completely.
"So what if they do?" Faith teased, "Just leave 'em wanting. Might even give some body some good jerk off fodder." To emphasize her point, she cupped her breasts as they ran and shook them teasingly in the direction of one of the late night sentries. She pinched her nipples when she had his attention, for full effect, and laughed at George's shocked, "Faith!"
If they hadn't already known, there was no way to deny what was going on inside George and Chloe's shelter when they reached it. The muffled moans and gasps, coupled with the sounds of flesh against flesh and slippery sucking noises told them all too clearly what Chloe and Bill were up to. Just imagining Chloe's toned body lying there with her legs spread while Bill thrust into her was enough to get Faith hot and wet and bothered all over again.
Faith licked her lips, "Let's crash this party, George." Looking to her lover, Faith saw that George wasn't really going to need any other invitation. Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly parted and her nipples stood out like little mountains with the the swimsuit material stretched over them. Faith couldn't resist swooping in and capturing George's mouth in an unsuspecting kiss, pinching one nipple just the way George liked it.
"Last one in gets fucked senseless," Faith whispered before turning and ducking into the shelter.
It was dark inside, but not so dark as to be dangerous. Just enough light spilled in from outside to keep it from being the completely dark. Enough that Faith could see forms and shapes, could see the dark, broad back that bent forward, hips thrusting, feet and legs gripping tightly to broad hips.
Faith slipped closer, partly guided as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, partly using her Slayer senses. Never one to wait for an invitation, she scooted up beside them and immediately took Chloe's rock hard nipple between her teeth. As soon as Chloe got done, George was next - Faith had a promise to keep.
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And then Faith and George were there, stumbling into the near dark of the shelter. Bill's rhythym faltered for a moment as he reacted to their sudden arrival. Chloe made an inarticulate sound of protest and tightened her legs around him. Bill got the hint and began moving again, but faster and harder.
Faith ducked her head in to nip at Chloe's nipple. Chloe gasped and the dazed look in her eyes faded a little. Faith leaned back out of the way. Chloe turned her head and gave Faith a beatific smile.
"Hey, gorgeous," Faith said quietly. "Having fun?"
Chloe tossed her head drunkenly from side to side, mouth open but seemingly unable to speak. "...can't talk," Chloe said at last. Shuddering breath. "I'm gonna--gonna--"
Chloe lifted her head suddenly, her eyes wide with a look of utter surprise, though she couldn't possibly be surprised. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, her head fell back and she arched her back and moaned. Bill could feel the contractions as she came--and that was it for him as well. All he knew for a few moments was the mindless pleasure that filled his body.
Bill lowered himself carefully to rest his weight on his elbows. That brought his face very close to Chloe's. She stroked his shoulders and back, grinning hugely. "That," Chloe panted, "was a lot of fun."
Then a voice from the dark said, "My turn!"
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A little more careful maneuvering and guidance, and only a few elbows and slight, luckily gentle kicks to Bill and Chloe, and Faith coaxed George into kneeling over Faith's head, one knee on each side. In anticipation of what was coming, George was already breathing heavy, and her strong, musky, delightful scent wafted over Faith's senses.
Faith slid her hands up George's ass and hips, and around to cup the firm, perky breasts before lifting her mouth to flick her tongue to George's wet lips. George gasped and trembled, pushing back and down and with a last throaty, sensual chuckle, Faith obliged. Faith savored the taste of George on her tongue, the pink organ darting out to probe quickly and skillful at George's sex. She supplemented the quick, short probes with long, slow licks between the folds of flesh and a deep thrusting swirl into George's pussy. Stop, pause, a gentle brush of air from Faith's lips, and repeat, occasionally surprising George with a flick against her clit or the light scraping of said clit with Faith's teeth.
George's moans, whimpers and desperate grinding above Faith's head told her that she was doing everything just right.
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Bill was stretched out between them on his back with George sitting astride him. Or straddling him, anyway. Currently the only things keeping George upright were Chloe and Faith. Each of them was clasping one of George's hands in one of their own, helping to support her upper body.
George's head hung forward, face scrunched up in concentration. She was riding Bill for all she was worth, and had been for some time. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth, faster and faster. Sweat shone on her face and strands of hair were plastered to her temples. Bill's hands roamed freely, caressing George's thighs, her belly, her breasts.
Chloe glanced at Faith again, sharing her excitement. She loved seeing George like this. She usually wore her attitude like armor, hiding behind her detached, sarcastic persona. Nobody else--except Jack--ever saw her this way, so completely unselfconscious and sexy. Watching her soar from one orgasm to another was almost as much fun as having them herself.
George's grip on Chloe's hand tightened painfully. George stopped moving abruptly, though Bill kept up his own thrusts. She cried out, then flailed her arms, desperately pulling her hands free. "Stop! Stop...enough!" she said, and now she was laughing.
George all but leaped off of Bill and fell to one side, clamping her legs together defensively and rolling onto her side, laughing and panting for air. "Oh god, oh god," George muttered when she wasn't laughing drunkenly. She was high on endorphins--Chloe recognized her condition.
Bill had propped himself up on his elbows, watching George with a frown of confusion. "Is she--?" Bill asked nobody in particular.
"She's fine," Faith said at the same time Chloe said, "She's just having a really good time is all. Good work." George seemed to find that particularly funny, slapping one hand repeatedly on the floor as she laughed.
"...I aim to please, I guess," Bill said.
"See that you do," Faith told him. Then she and Chloe and Bill were all moving. Faith made her move on Bill. Chloe settled behind George, holding her while she wound down.
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That he didn't mind her little bondage kink either, no more than George and Chloe did, was an added plus.
Faith trembled on the ground on her back, struggling to lift and move her hips more in time with Bill's thrusts. Chloe and George each held tight to one of her arms, stretched and pulled taut over her head, preventing her from getting the leverage that she needed. Her legs stretched up, spread with one ankle over each of Bill's shoulders while he thrust into her, slow, quick, medium, a dischordant rhythm that Faith's body couldn't make sense of but only made her ache and hunger for more.
Every now and then, Chloe and George got distracted by one another and their hold on her slacked, long enough for Faith to lift her hips and position her sex and clit for just the right touch, and then they would recover again, dragging her arms up, holding her firm and distracting her with kisses, rough pinches to her nipples, or even a rosy, pink dangling nipple in her face and mouth.
As Chloe teasingly dangled her luscious tits in Faith's face, dragging them just beyond Faith's reaching, puckering mouth, Bill changed his tempo yet again, derailing Faith completely. His thrusts slowed, and Faith writhed, desperate to get closer. A litany that would make a sailor blush spilled from her lips as she scrambled onto her elbows, trying to grind against him.
"Potty mouth," George - or maybe it was Chloe - laughed.
Bill's slow, constant, long, deep thrusts were just what Faith needed. He changed the angle and each stroke took him deep into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh where his balls met her ass filling the shelter. Her body tensed and burned, every nerve and fiber taut and stretched, waiting. Faith's awareness of anything else fell away, centering on that heat and need and ache below and deep within -
She was free of the arms holding her, free to move with him, free to lift and grind and -
Words spilled from her lips, a constant stream that she didn't comprehend, her head tossed back, hands clawing at any surface she could reach as a series of quick hard thrusts made the world explode and shatter around her accompanied with a primal scream of pure lust and satiation.
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Bill caressed Faith's legs and kissed her ankles. They were right there. Faith grinned and stretched like a cat. She was dark and lovely and Bill looked forward to doing this with her again with soon. George and Chloe stretched out on either side of Faith and Bill admired both of them as well. (With all three of them,) Bill corrected himself.
"My turn!" George announced suddenly. Bill stared at her. George maintained a straight face for a few seconds, then giggled. Faith and Chloe joined in.
"God, girl," Faith said, "give the poor guy a break. We don't want to wear him down to a nub."
Bill reached over and ran a hand along George's bare hip. "Much as I'd like to, it's not going to happen. Not right now. The spirit is willing," Bill added, meeting her gaze, "but the flesh is spongy and bruised!"
"It's not easy being green," Chloe said, which set off more giggling. Bill smiled though he didn't get it. Some contemporary joke he'd never heard, he supposed.
"It's hard--" George agreed, to more laughter.
"Very, very hard!" Chloe said and the two of them dissolved into laughter that verged on hysteria.
Bill met Faith's eyes. She was grinning, but she also wiggled her hips. "Not anymore," she said sadly and pouted for a moment. Bill sighed unhappily as he slipped out.
"Give it some time," Bill promised. Moving carefully, he and Faith maneuvered so that he could lie down between Faith and George. The four of them could just manage to stretch out side by side as long as they were friendly. (And so far they'd all been as friendly as a guy could hope for....)
"Some," Faith warned him. "But not a lot. You've got three hot and horny women here."
"Yeah," George said and scowled at him fiercely for a moment. "If you think you're done here, you're sadly mistaken."
That set Chloe and Faith laughing again, and Bill with them. The girls were all giddy--and who could blame them? Bill felt pretty giddy himself. It wasn't every day he got to have an orgy with three lovely young women. If this was what life on the island held in store for him, he didn't ever want to leave.
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