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Trev, when you get to Erica's room she's sitting in that same chair, wearing only a pair of purple boy-panties. What is that she's holding in her hands? And does it turn you on, alarm you, or both?
Erica gives you a quicksilver grin. "It's important to accessorize thoughtfully, Trev." She unfolds herself from the chair, dropping the strap-on, and moves to give you a deep kiss. After about thirty seconds of very thorough osculation, she pulls back from you and steps around to Reggie, untying the belt of her silk robe so that it falls open. "Welcome to my lair once again... let the wild rumpus start!"
Reggie coos as you kiss and nibble at her neck and shoulders, while Erica bends her head to flick a tongue across her nipples. She wiggles in delight, that tight runner's ass brushing against your growing erection. A flush starts creeping up Reggie's neck and ears, turning them a warm pink.
"So, Trev. While we were chatting about... things, we decided that we were interested in what ideas you might have. You're in charge tonight."
So, we know how much you love being in charge, when it comes to other things. What do you do with this particular opportunity?
"Was that even on the bucket list? But, I like the way you think."
Erica twists to give you a kiss. "My ass is yours, Trev. Condoms are on the nightstand." She helps Reggie strap the harness around her hips. It takes a while for the logistics to work themselves out, but finally Reggie's laying on her back on the bed, Erica poised above the stiff purple toy, and you're rubbing lube into Erica's asshole with your thumb.
So, this is Penthouse Forum territory. What are you thinking right now, Trev? And, of course, what happens next?
The three of you find a rhythm. It's not exactly graceful, but it seems to be doing the trick for Erica, whose gasping breaths come faster and faster as she rocks back and forth between Reggie and you. The sensation for you is new and very different, her ass so tight and greedy as you push in a little further with each stroke. Reggie is tugging at her own nipples and working herself up, as well.
Erica's moans turn into a low scream as her orgasm builds, and her head starts thrashing from side to side. She freezes with both of you inside her and hisses through clenched teeth as waves of pleasure wash over her. The muscles of her ass clinch, holding you tight as a vise, before she goes limp and collapses on the bed next to Reggie.
Reggie reaches over to stroke Erica's belly as the last shudders pass.
Reggie makes a little growl in her throat. "Maybe I'll show you just how good, later." Erica responds with a little bark of laughter and reaches over to trail a finger up and down Reggie's thigh.
Erica recovers while you're lavishing some attention on Reggie and starts playing with you both. It seems like she's grown an extra pair of hands, because she's everywhere, tickling and teasing and poking. Fingers on Reggie's nipples, your balls, even lightly teasing your asshole. By the time you feel Reggie's thigh muscles tighten with impending orgasm, Lil' T is absolutely ready for Round 2. She arches her back, pushing herself up toward your mouth and pushing herself over the top.
After she finishes, Reggie lets out a delighted laugh. "This is ridiculous. Fun, but ridiculous." She rolls on her side and starts full on tickling Erica, who laughs and thrashes on the bed.
Reggie's eyes flash and she stops tickling for a moment. "Rope sounds fun, lover, but I'd rather tie you up. Don't you want to be helpless in the hands of two horny women?" Erica oohs and rolls off the bed to rummage in her closet.
"I think I have some silk rope from an old project. Ah!" She triumphantly holds up several lengths of black rope.
Reggie seems like she's about to try and convince you, but then looks over at Erica with hungry eyes. "We did tell Trev he could direct. Are you okay with it?"
As an answer, Erica tosses the ropes to you and stretches out on the bed. You and Reggie tie careful bowline knots to secure Erica's wrists and ankles to the short posts of her bed. She tests them and nods that she's comfortable.
"Oh, my. Whatever shall I do? What are you going to do to me?"
Reggie smiles and waits for you to take the lead.
Erica is luxuriating in the attention, a lascivious smile on her face, her eyes half-closed.
Reggie nods at your suggestion, and leans over Erica's hip to tease her clit with an eager tongue while you settle between the slender girl's legs. You're getting into it when you hear a gasp from Erica that doesn't seem to have anything to do with what you're doing, followed by a hissed 'Yesss.' When you look up, you see your girlfriend pinching Erica's nipple, hard. Her eyes are wide open now, and she's biting her lip.
That slap changes something. Erica calls out wordlessly, and sure, there's pain in the sound, but it's followed again by that hissed, aroused assent.
Reggie asks, "Erica, do you want to give us a safe word before we go any farther?"
Erica pants out "Avocado."
Reggie leans down to whisper something in Erica's ear. You hear a little... "...never done... before... thought about... a lot... let us know?" Erica nods, and then Reggie surprises you by grabbing her by the throat. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Erica? You want my boyfriend's cock in you right now, don't you? How do you think you're going to earn that?" She lets go of the green-haired girl's throat and flicks one of her nipples with her fingernail, causing another gasp.
After a moment, Erica responds, eager. "Trev, what can I do to get you to fuck me hard? Just tell me... I can take... a lot."
Reggie climbs onto the bed and kneels over Erica's face, withholding herself for a moment, letting Erica try to raise her mouth up to her pussy before she sinks down and accepts the willing mouth. Your 'elf' doesn't just rest there, though. She grinds herself onto Erica punishingly. The third wheel of this kinky tricycle responds eagerly, doing as you say.
As Reggie grinds herself on Erica and you pound into her, you hear a "MMM,mmmMMM" from her. Doesn't sound anything like 'avocado'... just three syllables.
Your question to Reggie seems to release something. "No. She's not ready for you to finish fucking her yet." She raises herself a bit, those athletic thighs showing their definition as she frees Erica's mouth. Her hand comes down in a sharp slap across Erica's left breast, catching the nipple with her fingertips.
"That cock is mine... tell me... tell us what you can do to prove you're worthy of it, Erica."
Erica is panting, any semblance of play-acting gone. "Anything. The toybox is in the closet."
Trev, why don't you tell us all what you find in that toybox? It's a cheap footlocker-style thing, blue with brass-colored fixtures, unlocked. What catches your eye when you open it?
You fasten the collar around Erica's neck and switch from the ropes to the fuzzy handcuffs, stretching her arms over her head. Reggie ties the blindfold and you hear no protest.
Last, when Erica is blind and handcuffed, with one foot still tied to the low post at the corner of the bed, you attach the nipple clamp to her pierced nipple. Again you hear, "Yessss."
Reggie takes in a breath through her teeth, clearly learning to enjoy something new. She reaches out for the crop. Do you give it to her, Trev? And if so, how do you give it to her, if you know what I mean?
Reggie doesn't give you the okay you expect, Trev. She moves into the position you're requesting, yes, but still holds her hand out for the crop. When you give it to her, though, she doesn't use it on Erica first. She snaps the crop against your ass, reaching around with a bad angle but determined focus. It hurts.
How does Lil' T respond? How do you?
So, your second threesome blows your mind even more than the first. Reggie wields the crop enthusiastically, focusing on Erica, but giving you the occasional swat and a mischievous, hungry look. For her part, Erica submits to everything the two of you come up with. Twists on the nipple clamps. Sharp slaps from the crop across her breasts and belly. The pounding you give her, once you can't take it any more, and just have to stop nibbling and biting on Reggie and slam it home. Erica's screams when she cums all over your latex-wrapped cock make you thankful that this is an old building, converted from concrete, brick and stone-walled construction, her room sound-proof and private. You have the momentary realization that you and Reggie could have done anything to Erica, and no one would have been the wiser, just before you fall asleep.
You wake up in a tangle of limbs and rope and what-have-you, at 10:47 AM, according to the clock you can see on the vanity. You've got morning wood, you're intertwined with two beautiful, kinky women, and you've got an hour and thirteen minutes before your mysterious appointment at the Tesla R&D facility.
What do you do?
...and so, for now, the Wild Rumpus has ended.