While Manchester Burns, Sam/Annie/Gene, Brown Cortina
While Manchester Burns
Sam/Annie/Gene
prompt: puzzle
Adult -- Brown Cortina
751 words
I wrote this for porn battle. Sam/Annie/Gene OT3, which I love to read but this is my first time writing. I don't write PWPs terribly often, but I think I got all the slots and tabs in the right places. ;-)
Pausing to stroke some more lubricant onto his erect cock, Gene slid his member into his lover’s waiting hole. Sam gasped with pleasure, so pale and slender beneath him, all angles. His skin was smooth as a woman’s, but his shape so different.
Not like Cartwright. She sat silent, across the room, her lush curves caressed by the silky robe that hung open around her, as she stroked herself in time with the rhythm of her two lovers. Gene looked at her for a moment, enjoying the sight, before returning his attention to Sam and the intense pleasure he felt.
From the noises and the shudders coming from the man beneath him, Gene knew he wasn’t the only one feeling that way. He loved the notion of bringing pleasure to Sam, who found it so hard to just relax and enjoy. But then he was caught up in his own sensations, as his thrusting intensified and he began to lose everything around him except the moment, the motion . . .
A moment of intense surprise, a sharp pain, and then pleasure.
A soft voice behind him. “Keep on going; no need to stop.” Gene continued his thrusting, pulled back from the brink by this intrusion, but not deterred. As he thrust into Sam, Annie thrust into him; Gene found the words “strap-on” forming in his head, but there was no time to think, just the pleasure, the intense pleasure of it all.
In a moment, Sam had come, with a shudder and a great cry, and Gene not too long afterwards. Annie slowed down, and pulled out, leaving the men to their aftershocks.
When he’d recovered enough, Gene turned to Annie. “You sneaky little minx,” he said, looking at the harness and dildo she was wearing.
Annie smiled, one of those glowing, warm smiles that came upon her sometimes when she was genuinely happy. “Just wanted to know what it felt like to be one of the boys.”
When he turned to Sam, Gene saw that he had the same radiant smile on his face.
“You were in on this, Tyler, weren’t you?”
“Well,” Sam stammered. “Annie was too embarrassed to go into the sex shop herself, so I . . .”
“Can’t leave the two of you alone, can I? Who knows what you’ll be up to next.”
But Gene saw Sam looking past him, to Annie. “Seems like only one of us hasn’t . . . you know.”
“Apparently we can do all sorts of things to one another, but we can’t actually use coarse language to describe them, eh, Gladys?”
Together, the two men moved towards the dark-haired woman. Sam gently unhooked the harness, and drew it off his lover’s body. He began to kiss her breasts, slowly and sensually, licking her nipples and stroking the high, rounded forms. As he slid upwards, kissing her shoulder, her neck, and finally her soft, sweet lips, his hand caressed her body. At the same time, Gene slid over to her, and began licking her soft, pink sex with his tongue, finding and teasing her clit, over and over again.
Soon, Annie was arching and tensing, and crying out with pleasure. Pulling away from her, Gene, his mouth soaked in Annie’s juices, reached up and kissed Sam full on the lips, his Annie-tasting tongue probing the other man’s mouth. They kissed deeply, fully, as Annie stroked Gene’s cock. He wasn’t ready for the ultimate pleasure quite so soon again, but Sam, having received but not yet given, was growing hard again.
Gene slid back, gently sliding Annie’s fingers off his penis and replacing them with his own. Now he was the one caressing himself as Sam thrust into Annie, slowly and gently at first, but soon with more urgency. The pair drew closer and closer to climax, finally coming, one after the other.
Sam and Annie curled up together, spent, both of them beckoning Gene to join them.
Gene looked at them with great fondness. “Three of us fiddling while Manchester burns, eh? Got to get some sleep before the next shift.” And then he slid down beside Sam, wishing he could hold them both at once.
"It’s like we’re . . . puzzle pieces. None of us quite make sense without the others,” said Annie, wonderingly.
“And we all fit together so well,” said Gene, leering just a little, from habit's sake.
As for Sam, he drifted off to sleep, nestled between his lovers, safe for once from the nightmares that so regularly haunted him.
Sam/Annie/Gene
prompt: puzzle
Adult -- Brown Cortina
751 words
I wrote this for porn battle. Sam/Annie/Gene OT3, which I love to read but this is my first time writing. I don't write PWPs terribly often, but I think I got all the slots and tabs in the right places. ;-)
Pausing to stroke some more lubricant onto his erect cock, Gene slid his member into his lover’s waiting hole. Sam gasped with pleasure, so pale and slender beneath him, all angles. His skin was smooth as a woman’s, but his shape so different.
Not like Cartwright. She sat silent, across the room, her lush curves caressed by the silky robe that hung open around her, as she stroked herself in time with the rhythm of her two lovers. Gene looked at her for a moment, enjoying the sight, before returning his attention to Sam and the intense pleasure he felt.
From the noises and the shudders coming from the man beneath him, Gene knew he wasn’t the only one feeling that way. He loved the notion of bringing pleasure to Sam, who found it so hard to just relax and enjoy. But then he was caught up in his own sensations, as his thrusting intensified and he began to lose everything around him except the moment, the motion . . .
A moment of intense surprise, a sharp pain, and then pleasure.
A soft voice behind him. “Keep on going; no need to stop.” Gene continued his thrusting, pulled back from the brink by this intrusion, but not deterred. As he thrust into Sam, Annie thrust into him; Gene found the words “strap-on” forming in his head, but there was no time to think, just the pleasure, the intense pleasure of it all.
In a moment, Sam had come, with a shudder and a great cry, and Gene not too long afterwards. Annie slowed down, and pulled out, leaving the men to their aftershocks.
When he’d recovered enough, Gene turned to Annie. “You sneaky little minx,” he said, looking at the harness and dildo she was wearing.
Annie smiled, one of those glowing, warm smiles that came upon her sometimes when she was genuinely happy. “Just wanted to know what it felt like to be one of the boys.”
When he turned to Sam, Gene saw that he had the same radiant smile on his face.
“You were in on this, Tyler, weren’t you?”
“Well,” Sam stammered. “Annie was too embarrassed to go into the sex shop herself, so I . . .”
“Can’t leave the two of you alone, can I? Who knows what you’ll be up to next.”
But Gene saw Sam looking past him, to Annie. “Seems like only one of us hasn’t . . . you know.”
“Apparently we can do all sorts of things to one another, but we can’t actually use coarse language to describe them, eh, Gladys?”
Together, the two men moved towards the dark-haired woman. Sam gently unhooked the harness, and drew it off his lover’s body. He began to kiss her breasts, slowly and sensually, licking her nipples and stroking the high, rounded forms. As he slid upwards, kissing her shoulder, her neck, and finally her soft, sweet lips, his hand caressed her body. At the same time, Gene slid over to her, and began licking her soft, pink sex with his tongue, finding and teasing her clit, over and over again.
Soon, Annie was arching and tensing, and crying out with pleasure. Pulling away from her, Gene, his mouth soaked in Annie’s juices, reached up and kissed Sam full on the lips, his Annie-tasting tongue probing the other man’s mouth. They kissed deeply, fully, as Annie stroked Gene’s cock. He wasn’t ready for the ultimate pleasure quite so soon again, but Sam, having received but not yet given, was growing hard again.
Gene slid back, gently sliding Annie’s fingers off his penis and replacing them with his own. Now he was the one caressing himself as Sam thrust into Annie, slowly and gently at first, but soon with more urgency. The pair drew closer and closer to climax, finally coming, one after the other.
Sam and Annie curled up together, spent, both of them beckoning Gene to join them.
Gene looked at them with great fondness. “Three of us fiddling while Manchester burns, eh? Got to get some sleep before the next shift.” And then he slid down beside Sam, wishing he could hold them both at once.
"It’s like we’re . . . puzzle pieces. None of us quite make sense without the others,” said Annie, wonderingly.
“And we all fit together so well,” said Gene, leering just a little, from habit's sake.
As for Sam, he drifted off to sleep, nestled between his lovers, safe for once from the nightmares that so regularly haunted him.