Page 47 of Three Meows

“Yeah. I would like that,” Elijah said, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow.

“Lovely! But first I need to get rid of those clothes.” I stood up, took a step back and splayed my arms wide. “Gentlemen, do your worst.”

Chester fell upon me like the chaotic beast he was, pulling at this and that without a rhyme and reason, while Rowan took a more methodical approach. He knew perfectly well what he wasdoing and how much strength he was applying, so when my pantyhose ripped I was certain it was on purpose.

“Ups, it broke,” Chester giggled. “I guess there’s no saving it. We may as well…”

I swore as two sets of hands grabbed at the poor fabric, literally tearing the pantyhose off me. A moan slipped from my lips as I felt the force, the wildness of it against my skin.

Soon after, I was pushed into Elijah’s arms completely naked. I clung to him with my arms and buried my face in his neck as my legs were kicked apart by Rowan. I thought he would take advantage of the position, but I felt him step back as Chester took his place.

“I guess I will get there before you, after all,” he grinned at Elijah, who sank a bit into his seat as if he wanted to hide. Chester stared. “No way. No fucking way! Lisa?!”

“Visiting a garden often means plucking flowers…” I couldn’t help but deliver the answer through, heh, a flowery metaphor for taking Elijah’s virginity.

“I can’t believe I’m the last Pokemon to be collected,” Chester groaned.

“It doesn’t matter how you start. It matters how you finish.” I batted my eyelashes at him and he puffed up. “Besides, don’t worry, I know you are a shiny.”

Chester laughed at the reference to being the rarest of Pokemon. I could nerd out with the best of them and he loved it.

“It seems I am the one who had caught you now,” Chester said and ran appreciative hands along my back.

“I let myself be caught. And now I’m getting impatient. Come on, fuck me,” I wriggled my ass. “For someone who spent so much time whining that he had to wait so long—ah!”

My words turned into a breathy gasp as Chester pushed into me.

Elijah’s arms held me securely, supporting me with loving care as Chester’s cock sank deep into me. He wasn’t as long as Rowan or as thick as Elijah, but he definitely made up for it with enthusiasm. Ever seen bunnies fucking? He was like one of those, but on speed.

“Fuck!” I gasped out as he pistoned into me. “Are you a vibrator? How do I turn you to a lower setting?”

“Sorry,” Chester gasped out, forcing himself to slow down. “It’s just… so good. It’s like you were made for me. Did it… did it not feel good for you?”

What was with this scolded dog act? I hid my blushing face in Elijah’s hair.

“It felt good. Too good,” I mumbled.

I could feel Chester perk up. Including his cock.

“Oh?” he asked, and I knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are you so thirsty for it you were about to come, Lisa?”

I glared over my shoulder.

“Do you want to bet who is going to come first? Because I will put my money down it will be you,” I sneered.

“You’re on.” Chester gave me a manic grin in response.

His strategy was to fuck me slowly instead of the frenzied pace from before. That was not fair! My body was getting hotter and hotter, but I wasn’t about to lose the bet without some dirty tricks of my own.

I let my eyes water a little, then looked pitifully at Elijah.

“I can’t stand it… make him fuck me properly,” I pleaded.

Elijah’s eyes flared golden.

“Chester!” He barked out. “Fuck her harder. Faster. Fuck herbetter.”

For a moment I thought I would come there on the spot from just hearing the shy, proper Elijah using such crass language and being so authoritative, but I bit my lip and managed to change the urge to come into a shiver through my body. When Chesterindeed started to fuck me hard and fast again I hung just by a thread.

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