4.12 – ❤ Ménage à Trois III

“Now that’s a sight,” Delta mumbled.

Zoey stared with wide eyes. The lustful amazement in Delta’s voice mirrored how she felt. She’d known the fox girl would have a great idea for cashing in Rosalie’s ‘favor’, but this? Well. Zoey could get behind the idea, without a doubt.

The two of them sat on the bed, side by side, looking at Rosalie, who had donned the crucial equipment for Delta’s planned activities. Which was to say … Zoey’s equipment. Rosalie had put on the black leather harness that affixed the linking plate, and from her crotch, sprouted Zoey’s own fourteen inch monster.

It was … a confusing sight. One that had a variety of emotions swirling in Zoey. That was her cock, so she shouldn’t be getting excited by it. But seeing Rosalie’s enticing curves, the blush on her cheeks, while holding her—and at the same time, Zoey’s—cock in her hand. It was compromising.

Rosalie looked good with a cock. That was the simple way to put it. Especially with her smaller frame. Zoey was tall for a girl, so fourteen inches—while still absurd—didn’t fit quite as poorly on her as it did Rosalie. But on Rosalie, it was ridiculous.

In a good way.

In a way that had Zoey’s heart slamming, and a bit dizzy.

She really needed to get Rosalie her own cock. She didn’t know how, but it had to happen. For now, this was a good substitute.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Rosalie mumbled, staring down at her cock. She wiggled it up and down, then winced. “And I can’t believe … I can feel through it.”

Delta had mentioned that. The linking plate had uses beyond the ones described by the item, or even that Fe had found. Not only capable of linking distances via teleportation, it linked sensations. As Rosalie tentatively bunched foreskin, exploring her new cock, Zoey felt it too.

Zoey didn’t gasp like Rosalie, though. They handled the sensation differently. Zoey was plenty experienced with her cock, so a hand stroking away wasn’t enough to draw a gasp. Rosalie, having only experienced it once before—back in the second shard, when she’d been in Zoey’s body—had no such defenses. It was sensitive to her.

“Should’ve tried harder to win, then,” Delta said. “This’s your punishment.”

Punishment. No one there thought this was remotely a punishment. Still, Rosalie had airs to put on. Zoey wouldn’t have it any other way.

“And we’ll take it slow,” Delta added. “Ease you into it, even if you’re supposed to be taking care of me. Me and Zoey will start with our mouths.”

“Wait,” Zoey said. “Our?”

Delta turned, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t want to suck your girlfriend’s cock?”

“That’s my cock.”

“So?”

“What do you mean so?”

“It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve done it.”

The room paused. “You … have?”

“Back when I had your body. You and blondie were too occupied to notice.” Delta grinned shamelessly. “Let me tell you. Blowing a load into my own stomach … that was fun.”

Zoey stared at her. She’d had no idea. And, even if Delta was able to do something like that with no reservations, Zoey wasn’t half as sold. Suck her own cock?

But it was Rosalie’s, too.

She really wanted to get a second chance to play with Rosalie in that way. Her memories of the first time, back in the second shard, had been great. Amazing. Getting to make her haughty blonde teammate—girlfriend, now—squirm in pleasure using her tongue and throat … she couldn’t imagine anything better.

And she’d kind of done it once before. Just, Rosalie had been wearing her body—it hadn’t been Zoey’s cock, then, not exactly. Now, though, the sensation was linked completely. That literally was her cock, in every interpretation of the word. Just transported through the teleporting panties onto Rosalie’s crotch. If Rosalie fucked her throat with it, she’d feel it. Both ends.

She’d … feel her own cock … sliding around her throat.

“You should do it,” Rosalie breathed.

She, apparently, was just as enticed by the idea.

“You’re not going to turn down your girlfriend, are you?” Delta teased. She leaned closer, whispering into a blushing Zoey’s ear. “Imagine it. Princess’s fat cock cramming your throat. The way she’d whine and moan and beg to finish inside and fill your stomach up. You don’t want that? And sucking your own cock … I promise it feels as good as you think.”

Zoey shivered.

Delta grinned, knowing she’d won. She waved Rosalie over, who listened. “Sit. Just remember this is a warm up. You’re supposed to be taking care of me.” She shook her head. “I really am too nice.”

Zoey’s heart skipped at the words. Shortly, Rosalie would be … inside Delta. Her own cock, and her girlfriend’s, at the same time. They’d be sharing their first time with Delta, fucking her pussy together.

But before that, Zoey was being guided forward by Delta, shuffling up to either side of Rosalie.

Fourteen inches of girl cock, so much larger on Rosalie’s frame, stood at attention. Delta gripped it, and two breathless noises escaped from Rosalie and Zoey.

“C’mon,” Delta said, wiggling it. “Don’t be shy.” To emphasize the point, she placed a soft kiss on the tip.

Rosalie made a whining noise in the back of her throat. She was much more affected than Zoey. Not only because of her newness to having a cock, but because … that had been the first real sexual thing Delta had ever done to her. She’d fake-sucked Rosalie’s cock, but this time, Rosalie felt Delta’s lips against her cock head.

They’d be doing a lot more, shortly.

“Here,” Delta said. “Just a kiss, first.”

Just a kiss. Zoey stared at Rosalie’s—her own—cock. A kiss wasn’t so bad.

She grabbed the base of Rosalie’s cock, feeling her own hand through the linking plate. Leaning forward, heart slamming, she pressed her lips to the tip in a gentle kiss. Down between her legs, she felt it.

Her lips. On her own cock. And on Rosalie’s cock. Fuck, this was all … so much.

And … she needed more.

Zoey opened her mouth and carried forward. She enveloped her and Rosalie’s cock with a wet heat, taking the tip in her mouth, and stroking her tongue around the outline, caressing both herself and her girlfriend.

“There you go,” Delta mumbled. Zoey had closed her eyes, basking in the sensation, but she imagined the foxgirl’s expression: rapt, lustful, excited.

Fingers dug into Zoey’s hair, pushing her deeper. Her own cock bumped around in the back of her throat. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Delta being the one guiding her forward … but it was Rosalie.

“Deeper?” Rosalie asked breathlessly. “P-Please? You feel so good.”

Zoey shivered. Obviously, she didn’t stand a chance, given a request like that. Even through her hesitance—she had her own cock in her mouth—she let herself be pushed down.

Zoey’s throat muscles strained to accommodate girl dick. Between her legs, her cock was squeezed with wet, tight pressure. Ahead, Rosalie moaned in her own satisfaction.

So much. It was all so much.

Then down lower on her shaft, she felt another mouth kissing and teasing. Delta, joining in. Licking along the length that Zoey had yet to work herself onto.

Zoey was melting.

Rosalie pushed. More of Zoey’s own cock crammed her throat.

Unfortunately, lust didn’t dispel her gag reflex. Unlike Delta and Rosalie, Zoey had little experience taking fourteen inches of cock into her throat. She gagged, her throat protesting, and was forced to pull off. Thick strands of saliva made arcs from her lips.

Delta took her place. She leaned forward, pressing her lips into Rosalie’s cock. Rosalie stared down at her, wide-eyed. Delta asked the silent question—‘my turn?’

Rosalie nodded, shivering.

Delta took Rosalie in her mouth.

Delta had no such inexperience. She wiggled down, swallowing fourteen inches of girl cock in a smooth motion, her throat bending out to accommodate Rosalie. Her tight muscles squeezed around the entirety of Zoey’s cock. Of Rosalie’s cock.

Rosalie moaned and buried her fingers into Delta’s hair, enjoying her new cock sleeve. Instinctively, she started thrusting her hips in a rocking movement, working her cock—and Zoey’s—around inside Delta’s throat. Delta bobbed up and down, happily pleasuring her partner. To very obvious effectiveness.

Zoey briefly pouted. Obviously Delta had better skills when it came to sucking cock than she did. And Zoey could feel first hand how amazing Delta’s throat was. But she would have liked to draw out a reaction like that from Rosalie.

Fine. She’d have to use the mouth skills she was actually good at. Shuffling down, she got her head between Rosalie’s legs. Delta adjusted, knowing immediately what Zoey planned, lifting Rosalie’s cock up and making room for Zoey.

Zoey attacked Rosalie from a second direction. Her tongue sank into her pussy, curling around in a way Zoey was much more confident in.

Rosalie gasped. “T-Too much,” she groaned. “Too much!”

Zoey might have paused, but the way her hips wiggled both side to side, and up and down, in uncontrolled squirming, gave away that she didn’t want either of them to stop. Two mouths played with Rosalie, quickly compromising her.

“Too much. Can’t— can’t—“

Delta pulled off with a pop. “Swap,” she coughed. “Swap.”

Maybe if she hadn’t felt Rosalie’s orgasm starting to squeeze her cock, Zoey would have thought twice about plunging down as it started to come. As it was, she followed Delta’s instructions instantly, pulling back from Rosalie’s pussy and trading places. She swallowed Rosalie’s cock, her own cock, feeling it fill her throat, even as Delta plunged her tongue into Rosalie’s pussy.

Rosalie cried out, the change in positions cementing the impending climax. She shoved Zoey down, then came.

Zoey came. Sharing a cock, it happened together. Heat curled around in her stomach, cock seizing, and thick strings of cum burst from her cock.

Down into her own throat.

Zoey bobbed, hazily milking out a thick load of her own cum, straight into her stomach. Rosalie’s cum, too. She watched Rosalie squirm and whine, the seizing pleasure as overwhelming for her as it was Zoey. Except, for Rosalie, even more so. She came apart entirely, Delta’s tongue working out one orgasm, Zoey’s throat another. Rosalie jerked violently, whining incoherently, filling up Zoey’s stomach with spurt after spurt.

Eventually, shaky, she withdrew, stomach full, and fell back into the sheets. She and Rosalie panted, overwhelmed with the pleasure that had coursed through them.

Delta snuggled up to Zoey, laughing at her. Maybe both of them.

When Zoey’s thoughts halfway returned, Delta murmured into her ear, “Okay, for real, now. My turn. Time for you and your girlfriend to fuck me.”