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A Little Fun Between Friends	By : Swallow Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Little Fun Between Friends

“Sorry Christine’s gone for the weekend, guys,” she said “You probably should have called first. But you’re welcome to stay if you want. Hang out. I got a movie.”

She knew what they had come for, and doubted that they would stay. A movie and conversation were a letdown when you were expecting an uninhibited sex romp with her adventurous roommate. Well, Michaelangelo might stay, he had actually spent time just hanging out with her before. Raphael, however…

“Er, what movie you got?” Mike asked.

“Fight Club? You ever see that?”

“Fight Club! Are you kidding? I loooove that movie. I’m all yours, ba-” He was abruptly cut off by Raph jerking on his arm.

“Well be right back,” Raph said, hauling Mike towards the fire escape.

“Sure, take your time.” And that’s the end of that, she thought, annoyed and, though she didn’t want to admit it, a little hurt. Of course Raphael didn’t want to stay. Raphael wanted sex. And despite the multitude of women he would and did have sex with, all his “friends with benefits,” he wouldn’t consider her. Not that she necessarily would have agreed to it. But still, it would have been nice to be asked.

“What?” Mike asked out on the fire escape, irritated at being dragged away when he had already agreed to stay.

“I didn’t come here to watch a movie,” his brother said flatly.

“Well,” Mike challenged, “now that we’re here, I kinda don’t feel like leaving and hitting the bars.”

“And I don’t feel like not getting laid tonight,’ Raph countered, “so you can either stay here by yourself,” Mike crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the next option with a pathetic sort of look. “Or come with me,” Raph continued. “But I’m not gonna...”

“Oh, come on, Raph…” Michaelangelo was pleading now. He could hear it in his own voice. “Would it kill you to just…”

For Raph, Mike’s voice had already become background noise. He wasn’t interested in his brother’s argument in the least. He was, however, a bit interested by the woman who’d just pulled her oversized sweater over her head, almost taking the T-shirt underneath with it. She caught it before it rose above her breasts, but it was enough of a glimpse to make Raphael do a double take. He’d not even thought to try and discern the outline of her body through her loose fit jeans and big sweater. She didn’t dress at all to accentuate her body, but whether from a lack of confidence or because she just didn’t care, he couldn’t tell.

“What do you think about her?”

He realized too late that Mike was still talking. He cut off abruptly and glanced back and forth a few times between his brother and the girl. “Her?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah, her.” Raph shrugged. “She’s all right. She’s cute.”

It was Mike’s turn to look appraisingly at Theresa. He had actually spent some time with her already, just talking. He liked her. A little too studious, maybe. A little too vanilla. But still, nice girl. And he liked vanilla as much as any flavor…

“She could be hiding a nice little body under there,” Raph said.

Mike smiled as he tipped his head, trying to picture it, and settled for the obvious. “She’s got great eyes.”

At this, Raph burst out laughing. “Eyes! Jesus, Mikey!” He had never gotten off on a woman’s eyes in his life, though he sometimes pretended to.

“Yeah, eyes,” Mike repeated defiantly, “it’s not always about tits and ass.”

“Of course not. There’s legs and hands and mouth and cunt-“

“You know,” Mike broke in, musing, “I’m trying to think of a way for you to be more of an asshole…and I just can’t seem to do it.”

Raphael chuckled, “What, you got a thing for her or something?”

“No.” Mike’s answer was a little too quick. Raph raised an eyeridge, and Mike sighed as he looked away. “I could go for a threesome,” he stated firmly. If that was an attempted recovery, it wasn’t a very good one. But Raph took him at his word, and followed his gaze as he glanced back through the window at the young woman. “I don’t think she would though.”

“Bet I could get her to go for it,” Raph smirked.

“Bet you couldn’t. She’s not the type.”

“Twenty bucks says I can.” He was really starting to warm to this idea. The challenge…

Mike laughed. “You’re on. Easy money for me.” Either way I’m happy, he thought with satisfaction. “One rule, though. No getting her so drunk she doesn’t know what’s going on.”

Raph stared at him, his expression darkening. He couldn’t believe his brother has just said that. “The hell, Mike, what the fuck do you take me for?”

“Just so we’re clear,” Mike said lightly, holding his hands up in defense. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.

“With that, he went back in through the window. “Hey Theresa! We’re staying, let’s get that movie on!”

Raph hung back, composing himself. Michaelangelo probably didn’t realize how deeply he had insulted him. He didn’t need to get any woman drunk to get her into bed. Right then he swore he’d have Theresa stone sober and begging him for it. The hell with the money, it was a matter of honor, now. And of course, the thought of the word ‘honor’ conjured up images of Leonardo. He wondered what Leo would have to say about what Raph included in his concept of honor. Then he immediately decided that he really didn’t need to be thinking about Leo right now. Especially if he had to seduce this girl.

He reentered the apartment. “So, babe, you got any beer to go with the flick?”

“Uh…” she bent over to look into the fridge, her loose jeans drawing taught over her rump. Raph checked out the view appreciatively. Not bad at all. She definitely has possibilities. “I got this Zinfandel,” she offered, straightening with a wine bottle in her hand.

Raph’s appreciation immediately dropped a few notches. Zinfandel. Good Lord. “Jeez, you sure you’re not saving that for the poetry reading?” Raph said, unable to hide his sarcasm.

“No, I wasn’t really saving it…how’d you know about that, anyway?”

Raph looked at her blankly. “About what? The poetry thing?” She nodded. “ I was, uh, just making a joke, there.” He could almost hear Mike trying not to snicker behind his back. Goddamn. The girl drank the wine of would-be pretentious college students at poetry readings. He’d have an easier time connecting with someone from another planet.

Theresa nervously returned Raph’s blank stare. Ok, she thought, he thinks you’re a total fucking loser nerd. Ok, fine, fuck you, too. “Let me see what else we have,” she said, forcing her tone into lightness. “Guinness!” she cried, pulling out two bottles from the depths of the fridge. “We got Guinness. Will that do?”

“Sure, babe, open ‘em up. Open that wine for yourself, too.” Pour yourself a long one. He wouldn’t get her drunk but damn, he was going to have to loosen this girl up a bit. He went over to the couch where Mikey was already sitting with a rather triumphant look on his face.

* * * * * * * *

A half hour later Fight Club was playing, the beer and wine were finished between the three of them, and Theresa had relaxed enough to be curled up comfortably on the couch between them. Raph stretched his arm along the back of the couch and looked over at Mike.

Mike met his gaze with a questioning look. Well?

Raph’s eyes answered him. Now.

Mike reached out and pulled her feet, which were curled up under her, onto his lap. The result was that her body had turned and was now leaning against his brother. Raph glanced at him, a little surprised at the unexpected assist. Don’t really need your help here, but thanks... He adjusted himself so that her head rested comfortably on his shoulder.

She sighed. “Sorry this isn’t as exciting an evening as you had planned.”

“Heh,” Raph said, “a threesome? It’s fun. You should try it sometime.”

“Heh yourself, I already have,” she replied. She couldn’t see Raph’s expression, but she started giggling at the incredulous look on Mike’s face. “What? I only look like I just fell out of a convent. I’ve been around too, you know.”

Raph laughed, pleased with the direction of the conversation. This might be easier than he thought. “See? It’s the quiet one’s you gotta look out for.”

“Yeah, well…it wasn’t exactly…” She sighed. “All right I’ll tell you. It was when I was an undergrad. My friend and this guy she liked - actually we both liked him - and me. We were just gonna have fun. And then…ok, this gets embarrassing. Somewhere along the way they got into doing it with just each other and I was left kind of sitting on the edge of the bed just sort of twiddling my thumbs. I eventually just left.” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “I don’t think they noticed. And that, uh, is my adventure in threesomes.”

“Ouch,” Mike said, he wasn’t quite sure what else to say to that.

Raph put his arms around her waist and hugged her close. “You know what, babe?” he said jokingly, “I think you’re hopeless.”

Mike looked at him sharply. Insulting her was probably not the best way to go about seducing her. But Raph had read her mood correctly and was floating easily with the current. She covered her face with her hands and giggled again. “I know, I know! Christine says I’m the most easygoing roommate she’s ever had, but I’m hopelessly square.”

“No, I don’t believe that,” Raph said, practically crooning in her ear. “Look how you were when you met us. You hardly batted an eye. I was thinking ‘oh, yeah, this girl’s a cool person’.”

She remembered herself reacting more than ‘hardly batting an eye,’ but if he wanted to think of it that way it was fine with her. “Like I said, easygoing but –“

“You know what the problem was with that threesome,” Raph interrupted her.

“What?”

Mike had started rubbing her feet, thumbs working in firm circles in her arch. She felt a languid relaxation settle over her. He had really good hands, his touch felt wonderful. So did Raphael’s arms, for that matter. And his voice. He could make that rough, gravelly voice very soothing when he wanted to. She wondered if he knew just how much his voice was affecting her. Well, duh, it’s Raph. Of course he knows.

“Two girls and one guy,” Raph said. “What you need is two guys and one girl. You should be the center of attention.”

“Is that what it is?” She grinned, turning her head a little to see his face.

“Hell yeah. See…” he exchanged a quick glance with his brother, “…we could make you the center of attention. Make you feel good…”

“Are you offering?” she chuckled.

“You want us to?”

She turned and stared at him for a moment. Was he serious? He was serious. “Uh...but what would Christine say?”

He laughed low in her ear. “She’ll love it,” he assured her. “She can join us next time.” He kissed her neck, running his lips from just below her ear to down to the base and back up. “She knows the score. None of us has an exclusive contract. It’s just fun between friends.”

His tongue traced the outer rim of her ear. It was amazing how such a small gesture could send her nerves leaping to high alert all over her body. But she resisted, stiffening a little in his arms despite the wave of pleasure running through her. The idea of a threesome had been in the back of her mind since the moment they had shown up at her apartment, but she hadn’t thought it would actually come to that. Now that it had…Her eyes automatically shifted to Mike, seeking reassurance. She knew him better than she knew Raph. She certainly trusted him more.

“We’ll make it fun for you.” Mike gave her his most winning smile. “I promise you. And if it’s not, for whatever reason – “ he lifted her foot and kissed her ankle – “we’ll stop.” He met her gaze for a long moment, dark eyes serious. “Whatever you want, Theresa.”

“So, Christine ever tell you we can smell pheromones?”

The whisper in her ear almost made her jump. “You can?” she asked weakly, her eyes still on Mike. She watched him nod and felt Raph’s breath against her cheek. Her head was beginning to swim.

“I can smell yours now,” Raph said, “I know you want us. You smell great, you know…hot…. beautiful…” He punctuated his words with kisses, trailing across her jaw. “You’re really turning me on.” This was breathed right into her ear, so low she wasn’t sure Mike could hear it. It sent shivers through her nerves. God, that voice. That low growl was the very definition of sexy. Talk to me. Tell me…She knew damn well he was feeding her a line, but he did it so well she could easily forgive him.

“You really are good at this, aren’t you?” she managed to say, though her own breath was starting to come in shallow pants.

He chuckled in her ear again. Oh, god! “I’m good at a lot of things. I bet you are, too. Come on, baby, show me how hot you are.”

At these words, both an invitation and a challenge, she found herself completely unable to refuse either. She turned to him, drawing her feet from Mike’s lap. Her mouth met his, and a moment later she felt his tongue stroke her lips, seeking entrance. She opened to him, letting her tongue entwine with his, and the first heat of pure lust twisted deep in her womb. Then she felt someone’s mouth and tongue run along the arch of her foot up to her ankle, licking and sucking. Mike. Her vaginal muscles suddenly spasmed wildly. Oh, God. She had almost forgotten him.

Both of them. She was really going to have both of them. She felt like a soldier going into battle for the first time, swept away in the forward rush. This was really going to happen, no turning back. No more time to imagine what to expect. No more time to prepare.

She had never thought of her foot as a particularly erogenous area. But Mike’s attentions as well as Raph’s were making her beside herself with desire. She moaned into Raph’s mouth, deepening the kiss, her tongue stroking and massaging alongside his. Her lower body squirmed, instinctively trying to sooth the ache that flared between her legs.

Mike’s hands and mouth began to move up her body, kissing and caressing her through her jeans. He got to his knees on the couch, looming over her, moving up her waist. His hand slid under her sweater, his calloused fingers stroking the soft skin of her belly. His mouth moved to where her upper body was turned towards Raphael. He kissed up the side of her neck until his lips reached her ear. He nipped once, quickly, at her lobe, then said, low and urgent in her ear, “Give me some of that.”

She disengaged from Raph and turned to him with an expression of in her eyes of such raw desire that it struck him like an actual blow. They reached for each other. They were both on their knees now, completely facing each other. Mike wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, almost possessively, as he kissed her deeply.

Raph came up behind her. First off, it was high time she got out of these goddamned clothes. Her arms were entwined tightly around Mike’s neck. They seemed lost in the sensations of each other’s tongues playing in their mouths. No, no, sweetheart. You’re not gonna forget about me. He took hold of her wrists and stretched her arms up, meeting Mike’s eyes as he pulled her away from him. He couldn’t help but give him a smug grin.

Twenty bucks, Mike, the look said.

Like I give a damn, Mike’s smirk said back.

Raph lifted her arms up to the point where she was starting to be lifted off her knees. Her body shuddered and her pelvis bucked hard at the sensation of her arms being stretched taut and her body hanging helpless between them. Raph tipped his head with a slight smile. Well now, that’s interesting. Maybe she’s got a little sub in her. He wondered briefly how she might respond to some rope and a blindfold. His erection expanded and pressed almost painfully against his shell at the thought. That was an idea for another day.

“Get her shirt,” He ordered. Mike took the bottom of her shirt in his hands and lifted it over her head. Raph had to release her wrists in order to get it off completely, but immediately seized them again and drew her hands behind her back. He noticed a fine sheen of sweat had broken out over her body. He sucked at the place where her neck met her shoulder, savoring the salty taste of her. “How do you like it so far?” he said in her ear.

“Mmmmm, s’good,” she could barely form a coherent thought. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations running through her, and Mike started kissing the side of her neck not taken by Raph and teasing her nipples through her bra, his thumbs brushing back and forth over each one.

Raph pulled her hands up to her bra. “Unhook it,” he told her. She obediently unhooked her bra and it slid from her shoulders, catching on her elbows as Raph still held her hands firmly behind her back. He took both her wrists into one hand and brought his other one around her front to join Mike’s. He cupped his hand under her breast, lifting it, his own fingers playing with her nipple. He added a hint of teeth to his kisses as he made his way back to her ear. “God, you have nice tits, gorgeous tits. What d’you want, huh? You want us to suck them for you? You want Mikey to suck hard on your nipples?”

“Oooooh, nnnnnngh, yeah. Oh yeah.”

“You gotta ask him for it. Beg him.”

She forced her mind to focus, to form words. “Mmmi…Mike…Please…suck…” She didn’t need to get out any more. He eagerly dipped his head and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly over the hard nub. She moaned and squirmed, the sensation of fierce pleasure coursing from her breast down to the center of her cunt. Mike turned his attention to her other breast, sucking the nipple hard while his fingers played with the first one, still wet and slick from his mouth.

She began struggling against the restraining hold Raph had on her wrists, tired of being passive. She wanted to touch them, either of them, anywhere.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Raph growled. His free hand came up to her breast, pushing Mike’s hand out of the way. He seized her nipple in his fingers, pinching and twisting. “Did I say you could do that?” He bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She let out a loud groan and tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. The scent of her arousal suddenly increased, rising up and flooding over him like a great wave. Aw, hell yeah. She definitely liked it hard. He felt entirely pleased. Sometimes the most unlikely people can take you by surprise.

“Bite her, Mike,” he ordered, “this little whore likes it rough.”

Mike complied, nipping at the hard tip of her breast over and over. Raphael pinched and pulled mercilessly on her other nipple. She moaned, writhing between them. Sheer lust completely took over her body and mind. She shrieked, her body thrashing so wildly that she nearly unbalanced them.

Raph moved to the floor, gathering her in his arms and pulling her off the couch with him. Mike took her legs and helped ease her down onto the floor. Still behind her, Raph took her by the shoulders and pulled her back, laying her flat on the floor. He took her head in his hands and, upside down to her, kissed her, his tongue sliding alongside hers.

Finding her hands free at last, she grasped the back of Raph’s head with one hand, returning the kiss, and cradled Mike’s head with the other. Mike had resumed his attentions to her breasts, kissing and licking, much more gently than he had been a moment ago. She sighed, willing her body ease down a little, struggling to ignore just a little longer the throbbing, insistent ache between her legs. She stroked the back of his head and arched her back, encouraging him, offering all of her breasts to his busy mouth. Raphael still claimed her own mouth, his lips and tongue working over hers. She heard Mike start to churr, a low rumble coming from the back of his throat. Christine had told her about this – the sound they make when deeply aroused. She marveled at it, slowly tracing the backs of her fingers along his face and jaw, down his neck and back up. She had hardly had a chance to touch him yet. It was merely herself, her body that was exciting him and giving him so much pleasure.

Raphael released her from the kiss and headed south. He nipped her chin, then ran his tongue down her throat and over her breast until he came to her other nipple and covered it with his mouth. His head and Mike’s were side by side, facing in opposite directions, each sucking and licking at her breasts. She had never felt such a sensation before, mouths fastened on both nipples, and the pulsing need in the center of her being suddenly became too much to bear. She had to, had to, be touched there now. She couldn’t wait on them any longer. Mike’s body blocked her one hand from access to her jeans, but her other reached for her waist, frantically undoing the snap and tugging down the zipper. Just as she was working her hand under her panties she felt Raph grab her wrist and pull her hand away.

“Not until I say.”

“Nooo!” She screamed it, her voice so full of frustrated fury it made them pause.

Mike looked over at Raph, grinning “Aw, come on, Bro, give the girl a break” He glanced up at the desperate Theresa. “Allow me,” he told her. Giving her nipple a last flick with his tongue, he slid down her belly, rose up to his knees, and started pulling her jeans and panties together down her legs and off. He had intended to tease her more, maybe a slowly work his way up her legs, but her full scent hitting him, unencumbered by clothes, overwhelmed him, and instead he spread her thighs wide apart and practically dove into her, licking up her slit and swallowing her juices like a man starving.

She nearly sobbed with relief at the feel of Mike’s tongue in her cunt, but she didn’t have a chance to savor it for more than a moment when she cried out in pain. Raph had bitten her nipple in return for defying him, hard enough to cause real hurt. He immediately released it, his mouth turning gentle and lightly kissing the offended nipple, soothing the pain away.

She snarled. And that is quite enough from you. She seized either side of his shell with a strength she didn’t know she had and pulled him down to her. His upper chest hovered over her face. She licked his skin there, and then worked her tongue under the lip of his plastron, stroking the sensitive skin under the protective covering. She smiled in satisfaction as he let out a purely spontaneous groan of pleasure. Make me stop now, Raphie boy. She pulled at his shell, propelling him down her body as he braced himself over her until she could reach his sides. She fought hard to focus on him, the miraculous sensations Mike was producing down below making it extremely difficult to concentrate. She sucked, kissed, and licked every spot she could reach, every now and then dipping her tongue under his plastron to massage at the hyper-sensitive nerves there. She could hear Raph breathing hard, his voice becoming ragged, and the low churring starting in his throat. “Ahhh…god!…Goddamn, baby!”

Mike sucked at the opening of her vagina, drawing out as much of her essence as he could and swallowing it down. He loved that taste, musky and salty and sweet and something else he couldn’t quite name, just…her. He thrust his tongue inside her, deeply, her pelvis bucking under him as he probed. He moved to her clit, flicking his tongue rapidly over the erect little nub. His hands gripped her hips as her body writhed helplessly.

Raph now drew himself up, his knees on either side of her head. Placing her hands on his thighs for leverage, she raised her head and licked gently under the lower edge of his plastron, seeking his cock. He groaned and relaxed his muscles, letting his erection drop from his shell. His shaft bobbed against her face, and she wrapped her hands around it. Christine had said the turtles were big and yes - good god, he was big. She ran her nails up and down his shaft while taking his balls into her mouth, sucking on one then the other.

She struggled for a few more moments of sanity, but it was a losing battle. Mike was playing expertly with her clit, and her body reacted with a primitive will of its own. Her pelvis ground into his mouth, demanding that he send her over the edge. He suddenly gripped her hips hard, holding her lower body nearly immobile. He sealed his lips around her clit and drew it into his mouth, sucking.

Raph watched her whole orgasm happen as it coursed through her. Her thighs began to tremble, and the fire that had been building in the center of her sex exploded, and she lost all semblance of control. She cried out loudly, with complete abandon, her body spasming as if she had been jolted with electricity, arching from shoulders to hips. Her hands clutched his outer thighs. She turned her head into his inner thigh, crying out over and over.

Mike raised his head from between her legs, looking pleased with himself. He crawled up to her stomach and rested his head against her soft skin. Raph waited a few moments for her to come down, but not completely, before he backed up and lowered his head to hers. He took a fistful of her hair, not pulling but just to get her attention, and spoke in her ear. “So, babe, what are you gonna do for us, now?”

She slowly turned her dazed eyes to him. “Hmmmmm?”

“I said, we just took good care of you. What are you gonna do to take care of us?”

“Anything,” she murmured, “anything you want.”

“Anything, huh?” Mike said from her belly. He nuzzled his beak in her navel. “I can think of a few things.”

“Get up,” Raph ordered. “On your hands and knees.”

Mike got off her so she could obey, and she quickly turned over and raised herself to her hands and knees, waiting.

“Now,” Raph said, slowly and deliberately, “we’re gonna fuck you. Mike is gonna fuck your sweet cunt, and you’re gonna let him ride you until you can’t move. And I’m gonna fuck your mouth, and you’re gonna take me down your throat and swallow every drop of my come.” His mouth moved close enough for his lips to brush her ear. “You got that?”

Even so soon after climaxing, his voice, his words, had the power to ignite her body with excitement. “Yes,” she whispered urgently. “Please…let me…”

He settled back against the couch with his legs spread and knees bent. “Then get to work.”

She crawled over to him, taking his thick shaft in her hand and easing back the foreskin. She swirled her tongue around the head, taking in the taste of him. She felt Mike get into position behind her and rubbing the head of his own cock through her folds, covering it with her juices. She lowered her mouth over Raph’s head, her tongue massaging the sensitive ridge of skin on the underside. She started raising and lowering her head, working her tongue and lips around him, taking a bit more of him inside her at each stroke. When she was about halfway down she paused, then slowly brought her head up, her lips wrapped firmly around his shaft. She drew him all the way out and commenced kissing and sucking all the way around his cock, down and up one side and then the other. She dropped her head down and licked at his balls, covering them with saliva, then licked hard up the underside of his shaft and took him into her mouth again.

Mike placed his cock against the opening of her sheath and slowly pressed inside her. He felt her vaginal walls stretch, her body accommodating itself to him, and pushed farther in. Her cunt was incredibly tight around his erection but slick with wetness, and he slid into her quite easily even as that beautiful pussy stretched taut around him and clung to him.

Raph buried his hands in her hair, using every ounce of his will not to push her head down. His length and girth could do her throat serious damage, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He had to let her take him in at her own pace. She had drawn about half of him in again, but he was desperate to bury his entire length in her mouth. “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her, “take it in. You like that, don’t you? You’re hungry for it. You wanna suck all of me? You wanna feel me down your throat?” She moaned softly in response and lowered her mouth all the down his shaft. His hard on immediately expanded inside her mouth, blood pooling in his groin. God, did she even know how good that felt? She held herself there as long as she could, massaging his cock with her tongue, until she had to come up for air. She couldn’t breathe when he was all the way down her throat; his girth completely blocked her airway. She came halfway up, taking a deep breath through her nose, and took him fully into her again.

She wiggled her backside into Mike, urging him to let her take all of him in just as she had taken his brother. He was teasing her, thrusting slowly into her a few inches at a time and pulling nearly all the way out before slowly thrusting in again. In frustration she pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself on him, but he grabbed her hips and stopped her momentum. Holding her still where she was, he started grinding inside her, circling his cock around her walls. It was too much for her. She pulled away from Raph to growl at him through gritted teeth. “Goddammit, Mike, just fuck me!”

He took her at her word and suddenly plunged into her to the hilt, her ass slapping against his plastron. She gasped at the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure that the fast, hard thrust produced and turned her attention back to Raph. She began rocking her head as she sucked him, gradually building up the rhythm. She didn’t want to bring him too high, too fast.

Mike was building up a rhythm of his own - harder and faster, releasing his full strength into her and thrusting with uninhibited power. He gripped her hips, pushing and pulling her onto his cock while he pounded into her as hard as he could. She felt the head of his cock strike somewhere deep inside her and felt another orgasm start to build, this one not centered around her clit but from that same deep, secret place. She gave herself up to it, letting the second wave crash over her. She muffled her screams around Raphael’s cock, refusing to let go of him, her lips clamping down hard on his erection in imitation of her vaginal muscles doing the same around Mike’s. His cock swelled in her mouth and he, too, came, letting loose a hoarse cry as he shot jets of hot come into her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, tears filling them as she swallowed quickly, struggling to talk all of it down while her body was still spiraling upwards in ecstasy.

Mike rode her until she went limp, her upper torso falling into Raph’s lap. The churring in his throat had become nearly a roar in his ears. He drove into her a few more times, hard, using all the strength he had left, them pulled her hips to him one last time, burying himself in her a deeply as he could, and came, pumping into her, crying out loudly enough to shake the ceiling, his mind exploding in rapture.

He came back to himself very gradually, awareness of his surroundings slowly returning before any coherent thoughts could form. He gently stroked her back, waiting for words to come.

Theresa’s limbs continued to shudder with the after effects long after her final orgasm had passed. She could feel Raphael’s hands playing gently in her hair. She whimpered a little when she felt Mike’s cock slip from her. She waited, her head resting on Raph’s thigh, until her body ceased trembling. She wiped her mouth on his thigh, removing the bit of come she couldn’t quite catch despite her best efforts, then politely licked it up.

Raph took her shoulders and lifted her up, studying her for a moment. He decided he liked her this way, all sultry and disheveled after sex. It was a good look for her. “How you doin’?” he said.

She smiled softly at him. “I’m great.”

“Yes, you are.”

He took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead with something very close to tenderness, which surprised her as much as anything had tonight, and eased her back into Michaelangelo’s waiting arms. She curled into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “So,” he said, “did you have fun?”

“Yeah, kinda,” she answered, kissing his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Mike chuckled quietly. “My pleasure. Really”

“Want to do it again sometime?”

He looked into her face for a moment, and lightly kissed her lips. “Next time, maybe just you and me.”

“I’d like that,” she said quietly.

Raph tossed a throw he had dragged from the back of the couch over her and settled himself next to them. He wouldn’t mind getting her alone himself a few times, along with some props, to test out a few theories…

He reached lazily for the remote. “Where’d we leave off with this flick?”

“Just rewind it to the beginning,” Mike said. “We got all night.”

Theresa snuggled more deeply into Mike, only half of her attention on the movie. She had never been so completely content.
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