Metal and Magic (Ch. 41) (Patreon)

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Metal and Magic

Chapter 41

As soon as they entered Jane’s bedroom, Darcy flicked on the overhead light, drenching the space in an unflattering brightness. Jane immediately wished she hadn’t. She was certain that the bright glow emphasized every flaw she’d ever worried about, and she instinctively pulled her arms in tight around her ribs, trying to minimize her insecurity. Darcy, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice or care. She strode across the room without hesitation and climbed onto the king-sized bed with the confidence of someone who had never been embarrassed in her life.

Harry followed a half-step behind, but instead of joining her on the mattress, he stopped at the edge of the bed. He cupped both of Darcy’s big tits from behind, and his hands engulfed them completely. He kneaded and bounced the soft flesh with greedy squeezes, and he found her nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. Darcy arched her back and moaned, and her head lolled back onto Harry’s shoulder. He dropped his lips to her neck and sucked at the skin with wet, audible kisses. The sound made Jane’s face burn with a new kind of heat, and she hovered in the doorway, unsure what to do with her hands, her eyes, or any other part of herself.

Darcy didn’t seem to care that Jane was just standing there. She was too busy writhing in Harry’s grasp. Her hips bucked against the air, riding a cock that wasn’t even there. Her hands groped blindly behind her, grabbing fistfuls of Harry’s shirt and yanking him closer. Harry responded by letting one hand drift down to cup the soft undercurve of her breast, while the other stayed busy pinching and teasing her nipple until it was fully stiff. He pinched harder, and Darcy let out a guttural moan. Her mouth fell open, panting loudly, and Jane could see the way Darcy’s chest heaved with every breath.

Harry suddenly released his grip and trailed both hands down Darcy’s sides, tracing the curve of her waist and then her hips. He paused at the flare of her ass, admiring the way it stuck out. Darcy leaned forward onto her hands and wiggled her wide bottom. He looked over at Jane, made eye contact, and then gave Darcy’s ass a light but firm smack. The sharp smack echoed off the walls. Darcy yelped in delight, and her ass jiggled in a way that made Harry grin. He smacked her again, and Darcy let out a satisfied moan.

Jane watched all of this from her post in the doorway, feeling awkward about just standing there. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, and she had no idea where to rest her gaze. When she looked at Harry, he seemed so confident and comfortable in the moment. When she looked at Darcy, she was confronted by a swell of curves and wild, contagious energy. She tried to focus on a spot on the wall, but the sounds and sights kept pulling her attention back.

In the midst of her revelry, Darcy seemed to remember Jane’s existence. She turned her head, and her hair spilled across her shoulders in messy waves. Jane thought her friend looked very attractive like that. “Come here, Janey,” she called out to her. Darcy’s voice was thick with arousal and playfulness. She patted the spot next to her on the bed, beckoning Jane over. “You’re not allowed to lurk in the doorway. Not tonight.”

Jane hesitated, but Harry joined in. He extended his hand, palm up, and gave her an encouraging smile. “C’mon, Jane. You don’t have to do anything you don't want to,” he assured her. There was something so simple and sincere in the way he said it that Jane found herself crossing the bedroom before she could think better of it. She sat down on the edge of the mattress with her knees pressed together and her hands folded in her lap.

Darcy immediately reached for her. She ran her fingers over the exposed skin of Jane’s thigh. Her touch was feather-light and exploratory, and then she slid her hand up until it rested on Jane’s hip. Harry moved behind Jane, mirroring his earlier position with Darcy, and placed his hands on Jane’s shoulders. Harry gently massaged them, making Jane shudder. The touch sent a jolt up her spine, and Jane had to clench her jaw to keep from making a sound.

Darcy leaned in until her lips brushed against Jane’s ear. “Don’t be nervous. We’re gonna take good care of you,” she quietly teased, and her breath was hot against Jane’s ear. Jane tried to protest, but Darcy shushed her with a quick kiss on the lips. At the same time, Harry’s hands began to roam. They drifted from Jane’s shoulders to her upper arms, then slid down to her waist.

The mattress dipped as Darcy shifted her position and brought herself even closer to Jane. Darcy’s bare breasts pressed against the thin fabric of Jane’s dress, and Jane could feel the heat of Darcy’s skin radiating into her own. Darcy cupped Jane’s chin in her hand and turned her head, kissing her again. This kiss was deeper and more passionate. Jane was surprised to find herself kissing her back. Her lips parted, and her tongue met Darcy’s.

Then it was Harry’s turn. He leaned in from behind and kissed Jane’s neck, trailing his lips down the side until he reached her collarbone. He sucked gently at the skin, leaving tiny, hot circles in his wake. Jane gasped, startled by how good it felt. She could feel Harry’s breath on her skin, and the roughness of his stubble scraping against delicate skin made her pussy tingle pleasantly.

Darcy’s hands never stopped moving. She tugged at the straps of Jane’s dress, inching them down her shoulders, and then slipped her hands beneath the fabric to grope Jane’s breasts. Jane’s heart hammered as she felt Darcy’s fingers circle her nipples, teasing them through the lace of her bra. Harry, meanwhile, reached around from behind and helped Darcy pull the dress down further, until Jane’s bra was completely exposed. The cool air hit her skin, and she shivered.

Darcy grinned at the sight. She leaned forward and buried her face in Jane’s chest, nuzzling and kissing the tops of her breasts while her hands unclasped the bra. Jane’s head spun, and she closed her eyes, letting the sensation of being touched and kissed overwhelm her. For a second, she forgot that she was supposed to be embarrassed.

Harry’s hands roamed lower now, exploring Jane’s waist and hips. He found the hem of her dress and slowly dragged it up, inch by inch. At the same time, Darcy slid the bra straps off and tossed the bra aside, exposing Jane’s naked breasts. Darcy cupped them and thumbed Jane’s nipples until they stiffened, and then she took one into her mouth. The shock of it made Jane gasp again.

Harry watched from behind while his hands continued their exploring, and then finally he tugged the entire dress over Jane’s head, leaving her in just her panties. Jane was mortified for a brief second, but the embarrassment faded as Harry slid his hands around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her ass, and the sensation was so intense and bizarrely comforting that Jane actually relaxed into him.

Darcy pulled back and surveyed Jane’s nearly naked body. She beamed proudly at her. “You’re beautiful, Jane,” she stated, trying to make her friend feel more comfortable. “See? We have nothing to hide.”

Jane was too stunned to respond, but then Darcy kissed her again. Her hands wandered lower, over Jane’s soft, smooth stomach, and down to the waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic and glanced up at Jane, silently asking permission.

She was at the center of attention, Jane realized with a jolt. Darcy and Harry had closed in on her from both sides. Their bodies pressed tight against hers, and their hands and mouths greedily explored her body. Jane’s embarrassment dissolved slightly, and she felt a sudden rush of exhilaration. 

Jane hesitated for the briefest moment, but then she nodded her consent, and Darcy slidJane’s panties down her thighs and over her knees. Darcy slipped the bit of fabric off her ankles and tossed it aside, and with that, Jane was naked in Harry’s lap, exposed and trembling. A current of air drifted across her bare skin, and her whole body prickled, making her blatantly aware of her state of undress. Jane couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so vulnerable or so wanted. Harry’s hands were warm and steady as they skimmed up her outer thighs, and she felt his erection under her as she settled deeper into his lap.

Darcy knelt at the edge of the bed. Her eyes glinted with wicked intent, and she pried Jane’s knees apart wide enough for her to settle between them. Jane felt an odd mix of embarrassment and hunger as she watched her friend’s head dip between her legs. She shut her eyes and inhaled sharply.

Harry’s fingers arrived first. He spread her open with his fingers and drew slow circles around her clit. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure through Jane’s stomach, and she let out a stuttering gasp. She would have squirmed, but Harry’s arms encircled her waist, holding her steady. He kissed the side of her neck and bit gently at her shoulder, and Jane felt her body tip toward the edge of something she’d never felt before.

Darcy dragged her tongue from the base of Jane’s entrance up to her clit, and Jane jerked involuntarily at the shock of it. Darcy looked up for a moment. Her lips were glistening, and she grinned before diving in again. She lapped and sucked with eager, relentless attention, alternating between broad swipes of her tongue and delicate, focused flicks on Jane’s clit. Jane’s legs trembled, and she clutched at Harry’s forearms to steady herself.

“Oh, that feels good,” Jane choked out, not meaning to say it aloud.

Harry responded by squeezing her tits. He kneaded them and pinched her nipples between his fingers. The slight pain of having her nipples pinched and tugged was brief, but it only seemed to amplify the pleasure radiating up from between her legs.

Darcy’s hands roamed up and down Jane’s inner thighs. She sometimes squeezed, but mostly she was just exploring the shape of her body. She was as shameless as ever, and she took genuine delight in every reaction she coaxed out of her. Jane was stunned by how quickly her embarrassment turned to need, and she was shocked by the way her hips started to lift and rock on their own. She looked down and saw Darcy’s messy hair as her friend slurped on her increasingly dripping pussy. 

Harry’s hands left Jane’s breasts and slid down her stomach, meeting Darcy’s there. He pressed his palm against Jane’s smooth, hairless mound, and he held her steady so Darcy could devour her pussy even more thoroughly. Jane whimpered, and her head fell back against Harry’s shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Darcy replaced her tongue with two fingers, and she plunged them inside Jane in a steady rhythm, curling them toward the spot that made Jane see white stars. At the same moment, Darcy sucked hard on Jane’s clit, hard, completely shattering her composure. She groaned and clawed at Harry’s arms while her whole body shook. She tried to hold back, but Darcy and Harry were relentless.

“I can’t …” Jane started, but the wave crested. She lost control and orgasmed in hard, pulsing bursts. Darcy moaned into her pussy, drinking everything she could, and Jane vaguely heard Harry’s low, satisfied growl in her ear.

Jane was still twitching when Darcy finally looked up. Her lips were slick, and her face was shining with pride. “You’re beautiful when you cum,” Darcy said in a raspy, lustful voice.

Jane couldn’t speak, but she managed a shaky smile. Harry cradled her against his chest and stroked her hair while Darcy crawled up the bed to kiss Jane’s mouth, sharing the taste of her pussy. Jane kissed her back, tasting herself and not knowing or caring if she should be embarrassed.

Darcy shifted until she was nearly straddling Jane’s thigh, and she ground her own bare pussy against Jane’s leg, desperately chasing her own pleasure. Harry released Jane long enough for her to crawl into bed. Harry slid behind Darcy, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her ass up high. He ran a hand down Darcy’s spine, enjoying the way her body quivered. “You have such a nice ass,” Harry complimented her, and Darcy responded by bouncing her hips in a way that made her cheeks clap together. 

Harry chuckled and reached between her legs. He gently caressed her scorching hot pussy, and within seconds, his fingers were dripping wet. 

Harry rose from the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Darcy scrambled up onto her knees, then hopped off the mattress and followed him with an eager smile. She reached for his hands and batted them away, insisting that they should do it. “Let us,” she said, glancing at Jane and beckoning her over. Jane hesitated at first, but when Darcy gave her that look that left no room for arguments, Jane joined in.

The two of them worked together to undress him. Darcy took the top, and Jane took the bottom. Darcy slowly popped each button, then peeled the shirt off Harry’s shoulders and let it fall behind him. She ran her palms over his chest, exploring every muscle. Down below, Jane was on her knees, fiddling with his belt buckle until it came loose. Her hands trembled as she undid the button and yanked down his zipper. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and boxers and tugged them down in one go. 

Harry stood there, fully exposed, and the sight made both women freeze for a second. His cock wasn’t just hard … it was massive, thick, and already leaking from the tip. Darcy blinked, then laughed out loud, feeling very giddy. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed. “Is that concealed weapon even legal?”

Jane’s face turned beet red, and she couldn’t look away. She reached out, almost in disbelief. Her hand hovered near his cock without touching it. “Is it … is it always like that?” she asked in awe.

Harry grinned and flexed, making his cock bounce. “Only on special occasions,” he teased, and the bravado made Darcy snort in amusement. She closed her hand around the shaft and squeezed, marveling at the heat and weight of it. Jane’s hand quickly joined hers higher up, and it was almost like the two of them were fighting over it. They laughed, and neither wanted to be the first to let go.

Darcy gave the first experimental stroke, and Jane watched as the skin moved with her. Jane looked up at Harry’s face, then back down at his cock, and then she blushed even deeper. “I’ve never seen one so …” She trailed off, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you’re a virgin,” she teased, and she slowly dragged the tip of her tongue up the underside of the cock, making Harry’s knees wobble.

Jane’s hand tightened, and she leaned in closer as her curiosity took over. She wanted to taste it too. She tentatively pressed her lips to the tip, then licked where Darcy’s tongue had left a glistening trail. Jane shivered at the saltiness of the taste. Darcy grinned and nudged Jane’s head aside. She took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue against the tip, making Harry groan. Jane watched, mesmerized by the sight. 

Harry groaned, and his hands found the backs of their heads. He just rested them there, letting the women decide what happened. Jane felt like she and Darcy were performing for him, but strangely enough, she wanted to do well. She opened her mouth and took the shaft in next to Darcy’s mouth. They nuzzled, licked, and occasionally bumped into each other in their eagerness.

They laughed every time their lips collided, but they kept going. Darcy wrapped her hand around the base and pumped while Jane licked the tip and sucked gently, using the flat of her tongue. Harry groaned louder and started to move his hips.

Darcy pulled off with a pop, wiped her mouth, and said, “Your turn,” to Jane. Jane hesitated, then took Harry’s cock into her mouth. She was nervous but determined. The taste, the heat, and the fullness were overwhelming, but she tried to copy what Darcy had done. Darcy watched and encouraged her while stroking Jane’s hair.

Harry watched all of this with the dazed look of someone who couldn’t believe his luck. He moaned and ran his fingers down Jane’s cheek, then along Darcy’s jaw. “You two are amazing,” he said encouragingly to them.

Darcy leaned in again. The two women took turns, passing Harry’s cock back and forth. They licked, sucked, and egged each other on. It was almost competitive. Each wanted to be gifted with a louder moan or more praise. Jane felt herself smiling. Her embarrassment was almost gone, replaced by a heady rush of power.

Darcy was the first to try taking him deeper, and she gagged a little, but then laughed it off. Jane tried to match her, but she couldn’t get it as far. Darcy giggled and said, “Practice makes perfect.” She then took him in again, getting his cock a little deeper down her throat.

They stroked, sucked, and groped, and Harry’s breathing grew ragged. Jane couldn’t believe how much she wanted to please him, or how good it felt when he groaned her name. She watched Darcy’s mouth, then mimicked it, and soon the two of them fell into a rhythm of sharing Harry’s cock between their mouths.

Harry rocked his hips between their faces, and Jane realized she wanted to see him cum. Darcy must have sensed the same thing, because she sped up her stroking. Jane helped, and both of them worked in sync.

Harry’s whole body tensed, and then he warned them. “I’m close.” 

Darcy didn’t slow down, and neither did Jane. Suddenly Harry grunted and exploded. Thick streams spurted out, and it was almost more than Jane could handle. Some of it hit the back of her throat, and she coughed and choked a little. Darcy quickly nudged her aside and took the rest, swallowing it down and then turning to Jane for a sloppy, cum-stained kiss. Jane kissed her back, still feeling dizzy and breathless.

Darcy wiped her mouth and grinned, feeling proud of herself, and Harry slumped onto the bed, looking dazed and spent. The two women crawled up next to him, sandwiching him between their bodies, and Jane felt a strange, warm contentment. She realized she was proud, too. She’d gone from mortified to exhilarated in the span of minutes, and she wanted to keep going.

Darcy nuzzled into Harry’s neck and said, “I can’t believe you’re still hard after all of that.” Her hand was wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly and deeply. 

Jane also nuzzled against his neck while she caressed his chest and stomach. Darcy then sat up and straddled Harry’s lap. Jane watched as Darcy scooted forward until the head of his cock disappeared between her puffy, pink pussy lips. Darcy mashed her slit against the shaft and started to rock, sliding forward and back. Her lips parted even wider as she ground her clit against the stiff cock, and each thrust of her hips left a glistening trail along the shaft.

Darcy’s hips rolled seductively, making her body look even sexier. She pressed her hands to Harry’s chest and leaned forward, making her breasts dangle and sway over him in a hypnotic rhythm. Harry groaned, and his hands slid up the backs of Darcy’s legs, over her ass, and up to her lower back. Jane could see the way Darcy’s clit had swollen. It boldly poked out of its hood each time she rolled her hips forward. Wetness streamed down her inner thighs and pooled at the base of Harry’s cock, making everything glossy.

Jane’s breath hitched as she watched. Darcy was completely focused, with her brows drawn together and her mouth parted. Every time she slid forward, she shuddered a little, and her thighs clenched tight. Jane could see the way Darcy’s whole body trembled as she worked herself on Harry, like she was right on the edge of an orgasm. Jane felt her own pussy throb in sympathy, and she realized she was squeezing and rubbing her own thighs together.

Harry looked up at Darcy with a lustful look in his eyes. “Jesus, Darcy,” he muttered, and Darcy only grinned in response. She worked the length of his cock with her pussy lips, sandwiching it between her folds and using every inch to get herself off. Jane squirmed closer, drawn in by the sight of Darcy’s slick, swollen pussy gliding up and down the shaft. The sounds of her soft, wet flesh were obscene. 

Darcy looked over at Jane, and her eyes sparkled. “Come here,” she called out, pausing her grind for just a moment. Jane sat up and scooted closer. She wasn’t sure what to do, but she wanted to be a part of it regardless. Darcy reached over and pulled Jane in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Darcy sucked on Jane’s bottom lip, then let her go, leaving Jane panting.

“Watch closely,” Darcy teased, and Jane nodded with wide eyes. Darcy pressed herself flush against Harry’s cock again, then scooted so the slick head was lined up perfectly with her entrance. She rubbed herself up and down, teasing the opening and letting her juices pool around the tip. Jane couldn’t look away.

Darcy rocked back and forward a few more times, getting herself even wetter, then she planted both hands on Harry’s chest and tensed her thighs. She hovered above the tip, waiting. Harry’s hands gripped Darcy’s hips, and his fingers dug into her thick flesh. 

A naughty smile crossed Darcy’s face. She took a deep breath, and she dropped her hips and took the head inside. Jane heard both of them moan at exactly the same time. Harry’s eyes rolled back, and Darcy bit down on her own lip to stifle a scream. The muscles in her thighs quivered as she adjusted, and Jane could see the way her pussy stretched tight around the thick cock.

Darcy stayed in position, letting her pussy stretch, then she slowly started to sink down. She rocked her hips in little circles, easing herself onto Harry, until almost the whole length was inside her. Jane watched, amazed by the sight of Darcy’s pussy swallowing Harry’s massive cock, and she felt her body flush with heat.

For a moment, Darcy just sat there, impaled on his cock and panting while getting used to the size. Jane couldn’t help but reach out and touch Darcy’s thigh. Darcy looked over at Jane and smiled, then she grabbed Jane’s hand and held it tight, as if she needed the support.

Then Darcy started to move. She lifted herself a few inches and dropped back down, letting the shaft glide in and out. Each time, she moaned louder, and her whole body trembled with pleasure. Harry bucked his hips up to meet her, and the slapping sound of skin on skin got faster and louder. Jane couldn’t believe how turned on she was just watching them. She wanted to taste, touch, and be part of it.

Darcy rode Harry faster, picking up speed until her breasts bounced wildly. She never let go of Jane’s hand. She squeezed it tighter with every thrust. Jane leaned in closer, and her other hand stroked Darcy’s nude back. Harry looked up at both of them with a cheeky smile on his handsome face. 

Darcy was close. Jane could see it in her clenched jaw and the way her whole body tensed. Suddenly, Darcy let go of Jane’s hand and reached down between her legs to rub her clit in frantic circles, all while still bouncing on Harry’s cock. The combination pushed her over the edge, and she screamed. She threw her head back, and her body convulsed as she came hard. Jane could feel Darcy’s muscles spasming under her fingers.

Darcy collapsed forward, burying her face in Jane’s neck. She was still shaking, and Jane held her and rubbed her back while Harry groaned beneath them. He wasn’t done, and Jane could see the way his cock throbbed as Darcy stayed impaled on it.

Darcy recovered just enough to catch her breath, then looked at Jane with a glint in her eye. She lifted off Harry’s cock, which glistened with her juices, and gave it a few slow, teasing strokes. Jane saw that his cock was dripping wet and totally messy. Darcy angled the cock so it pointed directly at her. 

“Now it’s your turn. Show him what you’ve got,” Darcy giggled, and Jane’s face turned bright red, knowing what was about to happen.