Metal and Magic (Ch. 42) (Patreon)

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Metal and Magic

Chapter 42

Jane’s thighs trembled as she swung a shaky leg over Harry’s lap, taking her place on top of him. Her knees pressed into the mattress, and she hovered above his cock. She could feel it brushing against her soft skin. Her heart thudded so hard she thought it might explode in her chest. Harry looked up at her with a kind smile, but Jane’s eyes darted to Darcy instead, who knelt behind her and placed steadying hands on her hips. Darcy’s body was warm and solid against her back, and Jane leaned into the touch, desperate for the reassurance.

Darcy’s hand slid between Jane’s thighs and drifted over her pussy. Jane gasped at the touch, even though she’d been expecting it. Darcy’s fingers were gentle and skillful, and Jane felt the pads part her lips and explore the slickness there. Darcy found Jane’s clit and circled it. She started by rubbing it gently, but the motion quickly grew faster and harder until Jane clutched at Harry’s shoulders for support. The pleasure made her head spin, and she squirmed on Darcy’s hand, spreading her thighs open wider. Darcy giggled into Jane’s ear. “You’re so wet. I knew you’d like this,” she told her, and Jane could only nod and moan in agreement.

Jane felt Darcy’s palm cup her mound before two fingers slipped inside, stretching her open in a way that was both shocking and wonderful. Darcy curled her fingers and stroked the inside of Jane’s pussy, and Jane’s hips moved on their own, searching for more. Everything seemed to fade, except the rhythm of Darcy’s fingers and the firm body of Harry beneath her. The mattress shifted as Harry propped himself up on his elbows, and Jane saw him watching their every move.

Darcy’s hand left Jane’s pussy for a second, and Jane whimpered at the absence. But then Darcy reached down for Harry’s cock, which was still slick and hard, and she lined it up between Jane’s legs. Darcy pressed the head against Jane’s opening, then used her hand to spread Jane’s folds further. Jane felt the blunt pressure at her entrance and gasped again. Darcy didn’t rush. She dragged the tip up and down Jane’s slit, smearing her wetness and teasing the opening, before finally settling it right at the center.

Jane trembled badly as she hovered with the head of Harry’s cock nudging her opening, but Darcy steadied her hips and pressed her own body against Jane’s back. “I know it’s bigger than anything you’ve ever handled, but you can take it. Just go slow,” Darcy said while she lovingly kissed her bare shoulder, and Jane shakily obeyed. She let her weight sink down, and the head popped inside, stretching her pussy and making her yelp in surprise. Harry moaned loudly, and Darcy giggled happily, but Jane couldn’t focus on any of that. All she could focus on was the intense sensation of being stretched wide open. 

The feeling was overwhelming. It was almost painful, but as Jane paused and breathed, her body adjusted. She could feel the exact shape and size of Harry’s cock as it stretched her open. Darcy ran her fingers up Jane’s back in encouragement. She then reached around and rubbed Jane’s clit again, easing the pain into pleasure and making Jane’s hips rock involuntarily.

Jane sank lower, taking Harry deeper, and she felt her silky walls clench tightly. Darcy’s hand kept her steady while Harry’s hands wrapped around her waist. Jane could barely breathe, but she didn’t want to stop. Inch by inch, she took more of him inside, and the stretch felt impossible and perfect at the same time. When their bodies finally met, Jane let out a shaky laugh and collapsed onto Harry’s chest. Her long dark brown hair fell into his face.

She stayed impaled and shaking on his cock while waiting for her pussy to adjust to his immense size. Harry brushed her hair aside, kissed her forehead, and stroked her back, and Darcy cuddled up behind Jane, sandwiching her between their bodies. Jane felt totally overwhelmed but also very safe and secure. 

Darcy caressed her hips and kissed the side of Jane’s neck, which made her shudder. “You’re doing amazing,” she told her. Her voice was thick with pride and arousal. Jane smiled and melted into their embrace. The sensation of being stuffed full was now joined by a tingling warmth that spread out from her center and filled her entire body.

Darcy’s arms wrapped around Jane’s middle, and she started to rock Jane’s hips up and down on Harry’s cock. Darcy took it slow and let Jane feel every inch as she slid up and then down again. Harry groaned beneath her, and Jane felt herself start to move in time with him. Each time she descended on his cock, it was easier, and the pleasure grew stronger.

Jane’s whole body shook, but this time it was from the pleasure and not her nerves. She clung to Harry’s neck and let Darcy guide her body, trusting both of them completely. Jane blushed when Harry moaned hard and grabbed her ass. His finger brushed over her tight, puckering asshole. The sensation of having that particular hole touched was new and strange, but also pleasurable and exciting. 

Darcy reached around and cupped Jane’s breast, and she kneaded her supple flesh and tweaked her nipple. The extra stimulation sent a pleasurable shock through Jane’s body, and she arched her back in response. Harry started to lift his hips, meeting Jane halfway and driving his cock deeper. Surprised by the sudden intensity, Jane squealed loudly, but she loved it regardless. 

Both bodies pressed in on her, and Jane felt the pleasure building with every thrust. Darcy never stopped teasing her with encouragements. “You look incredible … Your body looks so sexy … Keep going, you’re doing amazing.” Jane craved every word.

Soon, something in Jane’s body felt like it was going to burst, and she knew she was close. She rode Harry harder, losing all sense of embarrassment. She needed to cum so badly. Darcy’s hands touched, caressed, and guided her taut body, and Jane surrendered completely.

She felt her orgasm build, and then it exploded all at once. Her pussy clenched around Harry and began violently milking him. Her body trembled, and she cried out as the pleasure shot through her. Darcy held her tight as she shuddered, and Harry groaned loudly as he followed her over the edge. Jane felt a flood of hot cum spurt into her cumming pussy, and it filled her body with warmth. 

Jane collapsed on top of Harry, shaking and spasming. Harry and Darcy both stroked her body and made her feel safe and warm. Jane had never felt anything like it, and she wanted to remember this forever.

Darcy nuzzled into Jane’s neck and teased, “I knew you could do it. Now get off him. It’s my turn again!” Jane rolled her eyes and rolled off Harry. She groaned as his thick cock slipped from her delicate folds. Jane lay on her side, breathing heavily as Darcy took her place on Harry’s lap. Within seconds, Darcy’s big tits were bouncing as she rode him wildly. Jane knew they were in for a long, pleasurable night. 

Metal and Magic

It took Jane a few seconds to realize she was awake. There was a moment of confusion where her body registered a bouncing and rocking motion, and her mind thought maybe she was still dreaming. But the rocking was violent enough to make the bedframe knock against the wall, and the rhythmic creaks made her think it might be a seismic event. Jane jerked upright with her heart pounding, and the blanket fell to her lap. Cool air prickled over her naked skin, and her nipples instantly turned hard. She looked around, thinking maybe an earthquake had hit New Mexico. 

She squinted in the morning light pouring through the window. It was bright enough to hurt her eyes, but she quickly adjusted and scanned the room. Jane was alone on her side of the bed. The other half looked like an earthquake had definitely hit. The sheets were thrown to the footboard and half hanging off the bed. Pillows were on the floor or mashed under the weight of two bodies pressed together. Harry had Darcy’s legs slung over his broad shoulders, and he was driving into her with a force that made Jane wince. Darcy was folded in half with her knees up by her ears, and her hands gripped Harry’s forearms tightly. Jane had always known Darcy was flexible, but this was something else. Darcy’s dark hair was fanned out on the pillow, and her face was bright pink. She was trying, and failing, to keep her moans quiet. Muffled “oh fucks” and “good gods” slipped out every other second.

For a second, Jane wondered if she should be watching this, but Darcy noticed her immediately. Her eyes flicked upward, locked with Jane’s, and her lips split into a naughty grin. “Good morning … OOOOH GOD!” Darcy cried out, arching her back so hard she nearly launched Harry off the bed. Harry chuckled and thrust faster. He looked directly at Jane, and for a brief moment, she was mortified. But then Darcy reached up, wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, and pulled him in for a dizzying kiss that seemed to go on for minutes.

Jane looked away and caught her own reflection in the mirror across from the bed. Her brown hair was a tangled mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her bare breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. She felt like an intruder, and yet she couldn’t keep her pussy from tingling pleasantly at the sight of them going at it. 

“Get a room,” Jane said groggily. Darcy and Harry laughed in unison, and the rhythm of their fucking didn’t slow in the slightest.

Jane rolled out of bed, and the carpet tickled her bare feet. She debated wrapping herself in a sheet, but the idea seemed pointless. Everyone in the room had already seen everything there was to see. She wandered naked to the attached bathroom. Her limbs felt heavy, but her head and heart felt light. The morning air was cold, but Jane’s body felt feverish. She was a walking contradiction. 

Inside, the bathroom was steamy from someone’s recent shower. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, taking in the mess of her hair and the flushed skin of her face, neck, and chest. A faint love mark decorated her collarbone, and she ran her fingers over it, unsure if it was Harry or Darcy who’d left it. She splashed water on her face and tried to clear her head, but the sounds from the bedroom leaked under the door. She heard wet slaps of flesh, moaning, and her headboard smacking against the drywall.

Jane did her morning routine and tried not to think about the ache between her legs. She considered staying in the bathroom until they were finished, but her curiosity and jealousy got the better of her. She brushed her teeth, spat, and then took a deep breath before heading back out.

The scene in the bedroom had only intensified. Darcy was lying on her back, and Harry was kneeling between her open legs. He held Darcy’s ankles in his hands, pinning them flat to the bed, and he was ramming into her with long, relentless thrusts. Darcy’s breasts bounced with every thrust. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth was open in a silent scream. Jane had never seen Darcy so unguarded. Her usual sarcasm and bravado had been scorched away by the raw pleasure. Jane felt a surge of jealousy for her friend’s shamelessness. She often wished she could be that open about her wants and desires. 

She walked to her side of the bed, no longer caring about the view she was giving them, and collapsed onto the mattress. She lay on her stomach and rested her chin on her arms, watching the show. Harry’s cock was huge, and it was slick with Darcy’s juices. Jane wondered how she had taken that beast last night. Jane could see every inch of his meat as it pumped in and out of Darcy’s swollen, drooling pussy. Each time Harry pulled out, the lips parted around the shaft and clung to it, and when he thrust back in, there was a squelching sound that made Jane’s toes curl.

Darcy’s hands found her own tits and squeezed them. She pinched and rolled her nipples for extra pleasure. “God, yes, fuck me harder,” she begged, and Harry did just that. He shifted his angle, bent forward, and kissed her with a slow tenderness that contrasted wildly with the violence of his hips. From Jane’s vantage point, she could see Darcy’s whole body tense as she started to cum, and the sheets under her ass were visibly soaked.

Jane rolled onto her side and squeezed her thighs together. She couldn’t help herself. The tingle was getting hard to handle. She slid her hand down her stomach and let her fingers wander lower. She was sore and sensitive from the night before, but the need was too much to ignore.

Darcy caught Jane’s eye and grinned cheekily. “Don’t just watch. You know you want to join in,” she panted, beckoning Jane closer with a curled finger. Jane hesitated, but the invitation was too much to resist. She crawled across the bed and moved to where Darcy and Harry were pressed together. She pressed her lips to Darcy’s in a slow, hungry kiss, and Darcy moaned into her mouth. Jane pulled away, and Darcy giggled out, “Good girl.” Then she reached down and spread herself open, giving Jane a perfect view of Harry’s pounding cock.

Jane openly stared. She was mesmerized by the way Harry’s slick cock slid in and out of Darcy’s gaping pussy. Every time he pulled back, the head was glossy and smeared with Darcy’s creamy wetness, and when he pushed in, the lips stretched tight around him like they were trying to swallow him whole. Jane’s own pussy clenched in sympathy, and she found herself unconsciously rocking back and forth on her knees.

Harry looked up at Jane, and her face flushed. “Do you want a turn?” he asked. Jane blushed, but she nodded. She touched Darcy’s thigh and caressed her soft, smooth skin. She then reached down to run her fingers over the place where Harry’s cock met Darcy’s pussy. Darcy gasped, and Jane’s fingers came away wet and sticky.

Darcy glanced at Jane with a wicked smile. “Go on. Don’t be shy.” Jane stroked the outside of her friend’s pussy. It was a slippery mess, and it radiated intense heat. She circled Darcy’s clit with gentle, steady pressure, and Darcy shuddered. Her hips jerked up into Harry’s thrusts. Jane kept rubbing and gradually increased the tempo, and soon Darcy was wailing helplessly as her pussy desperately clenched around Harry’s thick shaft. Jane suddenly wished that she had a cock so she could feel how tight, hot, and wet Darcy’s pussy was. 

Harry slowed for a second, then withdrew completely. His cock was glazed with Darcy’s juices, and it was completely smeared with her white pussy cream. Jane reached out and stroked him, marveling at the sticky warmth. She impulsively leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head, tasting the mixture of their fluids. Harry groaned, and Jane grinned as she suddenly felt a bit bolder.

Darcy reached up, grabbed Jane by the hair, and kissed her hard. Their tongues met, and Jane moaned into her mouth. She wanted more. Just then, Harry grabbed her body and moved her between Darcy’s spread legs. Darcy started squirming until her wet, messy pussy was rubbing all over her smooth lower belly. Harry manhandled Jane’s body until her back was arched and her ass was high in the air. Jane squeaked in embarrassment when she realized she was in the classic whore position. Harry was already behind her, holding her hips steady. 

Jane wasn’t ready for the first burst of pleasure that shot through her when Harry pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. He took his time and dragged the thick, swollen tip up and down her slick folds, making sure every sensitive nerve ending along her entrance was stimulated. Jane’s body jerked, and her thighs tensed when she thought he was about to thrust in, but Harry seemed in no rush. He seemed to enjoy tormenting her with slow, teasing drags of his cock. He would dip between her slippery folds and then pull away again. She could feel her clit throbbing, and with every pass, her hips rolled forward, desperate to take him inside. Jane’s eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted, and she gasped as the teasing soon turned into sweet agony. She wanted to beg, but all she could manage was a needy whimper. Her knees spread wider, and her back arched a little more as she openly offered her dripping pussy to him. 

As Jane squirmed, she realized that her tits were mashed up against Darcy’s, and each time she breathed or wriggled, their nipples brushed in a very pleasurable way. The sensation was so intense and so new that she nearly forgot about Harry’s cock. She became lost in the delicious pleasure of their nipples scraping and rubbing together. Darcy must have felt it too, because she giggled and wrapped both arms around Jane’s back. She squeezed their bodies tighter until the pressure was almost unbearable.

“It feels good, huh?” Darcy whispered in Jane’s ear. Her lips brushed against her, and they felt hot against her skin. Jane couldn’t answer. She was too busy losing her mind as Harry lined up and slowly started to force his way inside her.

The first inch stretched her pussy so much that it made Jane grit her teeth and dig her nails into the mattress. Her pussy wanted to flutter shut, but Harry’s cock was too thick and too determined. He pushed slowly, steadily, and deeper, and Jane could feel herself spreading open around him. The friction was intense, and she felt every vein and bump as it scraped her inner walls. Her whole body trembled, and she let out a sudden cry of relief as her pussy finally swallowed him whole.

“Oh, my goodness,” Jane gasped. She felt stuffed full, and her insides immediately started milking the length of Harry’s cock. She could feel her pussy clenching in waves and spasming around him, and with every flutter of her pussy, her hips jerked forward involuntarily, and she ground her mound against Darcy’s. She could barely process the pleasure, and it only got more intense as Harry started to move.

He pulled out slowly, dragging the head of his cock along every inch of her, and then he slammed back in. The force of it made Jane lurch forward, and her tits crushed even harder into Darcy’s chest. Her pussy squelched even louder, which made Jane blush even harder. Darcy held her tighter and rocked her hips up so their bodies locked together, and Jane could feel both their nipples slide together in the tight space between. With every thrust, Jane’s whole body trembled, and all she could do was moan. 

Darcy’s hands caressed Jane’s back, and then she moved them down and gripped her hips tightly. Darcy then cheekily spread Jane’s ass open, making sure Harry could see everything she had to offer. Every touch sent a fresh bolt of pleasure straight to Jane’s cunt. She could hear Darcy’s panting as their sweaty bodies rubbed together.

Harry didn’t let up for a second. He pounded into Jane with quick, savage thrusts. Each time he bottomed out, Jane felt the head of his cock bump against something deep inside, and her pussy clenched so hard she thought she might lose consciousness. It was almost too much to handle, and Jane wanted the pleasure to last forever.

Darcy leaned up and caught Jane’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues slid over one another’s, and it made Jane dizzy. She kissed back with everything she had, eager to share the overload of pleasure burning through her. Darcy’s nails lightly raked down Jane’s back, and the sensation made Jane’s cunt spasm again, squeezing Harry even tighter.

“God, you’re so damn tight,” Harry groaned, and Jane was secretly thrilled that he was enjoying her body so much. At that point, she could barely think. All she could do was feel the brush of her nipples against Darcy’s, the obscene fullness of Harry’s cock stuffing her full, and the slippery, sticky mess building up between her thighs. She was already close to cumming, and she could tell from the way Darcy writhed and moaned that she was right there with her.

Harry groaned and pulled Jane’s hips up higher, and he started fucking her even harder. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, and every inch of her pussy was stretched taut around him, milking him for all it was worth. Jane screamed into Darcy’s mouth as her orgasm ripped through her. It was like her body had exploded. Every muscle tensed and shuddered at once. She came so hard she saw flashes of white behind her eyelids.

Darcy experienced her own orgasm at the same time, and she ground her hips up and let out a high-pitched gasp. Jane felt the rush of wetness as Darcy’s pussy clenched and squirted against her lower belly. The sheets underneath them were totally soaked, and the smell of sex was thick in the air.

Harry kept fucking her through it all, pumping in and out as Jane’s pussy convulsed around him. He buried his cock to the hilt one last time and let out a low growl as he started to cum. He pumped wave after wave of hot, thick semen deep inside her. Jane could feel the warmth spreading through her belly, and the sensation made her pussy clamp down tighter, as if refusing to let a single drop escape.

Harry stayed inside her until Jane’s orgasm finally faded and she could catch her breath. She collapsed onto the bed and buried her face in Darcy’s shoulder. Both girls were squirming and writhing as Harry finally withdrew, leaving a trail of sticky white cum down her inner thigh. Harry gave her ass a playful smack, which made Jane squeak. 

He dropped down onto the bed, and Jane rolled off Darcy, moved to Harry’s other side, and cuddled up with him. Darcy did the same on his other side. Both girls were on their sides, looking at him with worshipful gazes. Jane was caressing his stomach, and Darcy’s hand wrapped around his cock. Harry smirked and cupped both of their asses. “Harry!” Jane squealed as his finger found her asshole. He gently massaged the tight little hole, making her squirm against him. 

Jane heard Darcy moan, and when she looked over at her friend, she saw that she was also squirming. She knew Harry was doing the same to her asshole. Jane was too worn out to care. She rested her head on Harry’s chest and let him toy with her forbidden hole. She couldn’t help but smile as Harry kissed the top of her head. Jane closed her eyes, content to enjoy the feeling of Harry’s hands and fingers playing with her body.