Couple of screws loose (quite_vexing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-27 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, harley quinn, james kirk |
Who: Helena, Harley and Kirk
What: Random encounter at a club
When: Last week
Where: A club, then the Quinzel-Wells house
status: complete
Rating: High
Harley was getting nervous. And excited. Their wedding was Very Soon™ and she couldn’t wait to make it official again. It was the special kind of official that only a big expensive shindig could give. They were knee deep in plans and she couldn’t be happier. But even wedding planners needed a break.
She surprised Helena with the date, giving her just enough time to ‘get swanky’ before dragging her out for a fancy dinner and a night on town. She joked that she was ‘getting up there in years’ and wanted to hit night clubs while she was still young and nubile.
The age jokes were expected, but Helena had a good sense of humor regarding them. Though the year she turned 40 would be another story. But that wasn’t this year, so she could take it and laugh with it. It was a bit tricky to ‘get swanky’ though, considering her wardrobe was largely blouses and pants, but she managed to find something that fit the criteria and show a bit of cleavage.
“So, my young and vibrant wife, where are you taking me to tonight?” She asked. Christina was with spending the night at a friend’s house. Helena refused to leave her on her own just yet. She was still only ten. Maybe in a couple years she’d let go of the anxiety of her dreams that something would happen to Christina, and she could leave her on her own with the puppies and hyenas while she and Harley went out.
The year Helena turned forty Harley probably wouldn’t let her forget it. In that good natured ribbing sort of way that she’d probably need to get yelled at for. “It’s this little club I found a few weeks ago. Really lively, good music, amazing mixed drinks and some real hotties.” She waggled her eyebrows, like she’d gotten a hands on impression of the so-called hotties.
That would certainly be a year where Helena would try to take some good natured ribbing. But there would come a point where she’d definitely put her foot down. But that was a bridge that wasn’t getting crossed yet. “This certainly sounds promising. Have you taking a liking to these hotties?” Helena certainly enjoyed meeting people, so it would certainly be more than interesting to see what people they met that night.
“Oh yeah, there was this one guy who was a gymnast and he was really bendy but not as bendy as this other chick I met…” Harley wasn’t really that picky as long as someone met her standards. Standards that used to be much worse anyway. She was forever relieved that Helena understood that part of her. Mr. J sure as hell hadn’t.
Helena tended to be picky when it came to serious lovers, and she had rather high standards they had to meet. But when it came to more casual encounters, she had lower standards for what she was looking for. So long as someone was attractive and caught her attention in some way, she was game. But even then, not everyone did catch her attention in any way at first. “Now that sounds rather kinky. I do like bendy…”
“Thought you’d like that.” Harley led Helena into the club. The music was currently a very quick beat, heavy on the bass. Your typical clubbing music, and one of Harley’s favorite songs, in fact. She grabbed Helena’s hand and dragged her straight for the dance floor. “Lets show them how to party!”
It was definitely wonderful to have a partner that not only liked the kinky things, but liked bringing out Helena’s kinky side. And she did have quite the kinky side to her. She may be a typical English person and kept her emotions close to herself, but she did come out of that shell in the bedroom. Or just during sex in general regardless of where it happened. She grinned and followed Harley to the dance floor, the bass pounding in her chest and her ears. And she easily picked up the beat, moving her body to it with Harley.
It might be the librarian effect. Getting the closed off British woman to let loose and be wild. Harley rubbed up against Helena, dancing wildly and banging her head in time to the music. Her hair was up in multi-colored pigtails, and she was more than willing to take advantage of it. At one point, she grabbed the nearest solo dancer to pin between them.
Whatever it was, Helena was able to let loose and be wild. In the past, she required a couple stiff drinks to help with that, but she found it came far easier to her with Harley. Clearly her wife had been rubbing off on her. She rubbed back against Harley as she danced. Her hair was loose, as it always was, and she made use of it. It was getting long now, falling more than midway down her back. The thick, black mane of hair flew this way and that, yet always seemed to remain looking perfect and silky. She gave a sultry smile to the new person Harley pulled in, and wasn’t exactly shy about rubbing against them.
Harley was a walking tall glass of something something. She tangled her fingers in Helena’s hair, tugging her head back so she could give her a long lick up her throat, without breaking eye contact to the poor (or lucky) person between them.
James T. Kirk was having the time of his life.
There were definite perks to being poly, and as Helena wasn’t really the jealous or possessive type, things like this were made all the more enjoyable. Of course, she had times where she wanted Harley all to herself and be possessive, but she could also share. She groaned, eyes closing as she felt Harley’s tongue slide up her throat. And clearly tonight Helena had a thing for blondes, even if Harley’s hair was currently multicolored, she was still a natural blonde. Eyes opening again, she gazed up at the man, a sultry smile still on her face as she rolled her hips against his, one arm reaching around to grab Harley’s ass.
Jim was actually pretty good dancer. He’d set out to have a fun night, and honestly, even if nothing came of this, it would probably be the highlight of his evening.
Harley hooked a leg behind Jim’s, grabbing his butt with one hand, causing him to jerk against Helena. She gave her wife an innocent look, before moving her head and nibbling at Jim’s ear.
He definitely had rhythm, Helena gave him that. Which could mean bonuses in other areas as well, but she wasn’t going to quite get ahead of herself just yet. She groaned when he jerked against her, eyeing Harley a bit, but not doing more than that. She pressed against his body tighter, breasts rubbing against him as she danced. Helena slid a hand up his chest.
Keeping an innocent look on her face, Harley slipped behind the man. Even in her heels he had a few inches on her. She didn’t mind, she prefered her men taller than her. She threaded her arms around his shoulders from behind. Jim wrapped an arm around Helena’s waist, moving with her, an easy grin on his face.
While she could’ve gone all out with three inch heels, Helena had gone for two inch heels instead, the better for saving herself some pain later. As such, that put her an inch shorter than him currently, something she didn’t really care about one way or the other. It didn’t matter to her whether her partners were taller or shorter than her. She had a sultry grin on her face, a sparkle in her dark eyes as she moved with him, definitely not afraid to rub against him to see his reaction. One hand slid around to Harley’s ass and jerked her hips up against his. She then gave Harley’s ass a nice little squeeze.
Under certain circumstances, Jim didn’t mind being used. This was definitlely one of those circumstances. He ran a hand up the brunette’s back, and he was pinned though effectively between them that the dancing might as well be grinding.
It was something Harley didn’t know she’d needed. Sharing someone with Helena. It was great to say they were open, but so much better to get a chance to practice it. And this guy was Hot. HOT HOT HOT. She looked at Helena over his shoulder as she nipped at his neck and quirked both her eyebrows.
Helena typically preferred asking people before she and Harley made a sandwich out of them, but when in a club and crammed on a dancefloor, it was just one of those times where body language spoke for itself. Giving Harley a knowing and consenting smile, she leaned in and nipped at the other side of the man’s neck. He was definitely hot, and she was certainly in the mood for a man to share with Harley.
And she did like sharing with Harley. She got a good time out of participating as much as she did watching Harley have at with someone else. And the sharing only made their sex life when it was just the two of them all the better in her opinion.
With Helena’s approval, Harley started to guide them towards the edge of the dance floor. Maybe buy some drinks, get the man’s name, shove him and Helena into the back of the car while she drove them home. You know, normal things like that.
It was certainly looking like this would be a good night for the three of them. Helena was definitely in the mood for it. Once they were off the dance floor and at the bar, she turned to the man. “You’re quite the dancer,” she commented with a sly smile. “My name is Helena.” She held her hand out in proper introduction. Which probably wasn’t exactly needed considering they’d practically been grinding on the dance floor. But she was English, she had manners that needed to be expressed before they got carried away with other things.
“Thanks, you’re amazing yourself, both of you. I’m Jim. Jim Kirk.” He took Helena’s hand and then kissed her knuckles. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do, and he could do manners too.
Behind him, Harley damn near did a spit take and lost her shit. She started flailing her hands behind him, making flipping communicator hand motions, the vulcan salute, and her very best William Shatner Dramatic Look.
Then she cleared her throat. “Nice name. I’m Harley!”
Kirk put his arm around her, grinning lopsidedly. “And it’s nice to meet you too, Harley.”
Helena did like a man with manners. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jim.” She smiled warmly at him. Then she saw Harley making those gestures and quirked an eyebrow at her. She didn’t get what she was doing until the vulcan salute came. What did Star Trek have to do with this? Wait, Kirk. That name rang a bell. But Helena quickly pushed it aside in favor of other, more important things.
“Are you looking for some fun tonight?” It was an obvious question with an obvious answer, but it still needed to be asked.
“Only if you’re looking for fun too,” he replied.
“Oh goodie!” Harley slipped into Jim’s lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “How about you buy us ladies a drink. Unless you’re thirsty for something else.” She twirled a finger in her hair. “I dunno about you two, but I’m hungry.”
“You aren’t the only one who’s hungry,” she commented, eyeing Jim a bit. Helena leaned in closer, a nice eyeful of cleavage could be seen. “What about you? Do you need to get your strength up a bit? We can be rather enthusiastic.” Helena also had quite the endurance. Marathons weren’t out of the question. Besides, it was an excellent cardio workout. Jokes of which would probably come her way the older she got.
Harley squirmed a little bit, bringing a big grin to Jim’s face. “I can be enthusiastic too, and if that’s a challenge then its one I’ll gladly accept.” They had no idea, but Kirk had a great deal of stamina. One had to, for the stuff he did in the wilderness. “But can you ladies keep up?”
This was certainly promising, and Helena smirked. “At the very least, we will most certainly do our best.” Threesomes weren’t new to them, they’d had them before. But there was certainly some amount of promise in Jim’s statement.
“I’m driving,” Harley declared, knocking her drink back in one go before hopping off of Jim’s lap. She grabbed both their hands and started to tug. “Lets go! I ain’t got all night!”
This was interesting. And unexpected. Jim raised his eyebrows. “Excitable, isn’t she?”
Helena managed to knock her drink back before Harley took her hand and started to drag them out to the car. She had to chuckle and just went along with it, looking up at Jim. “She is, but just wait until we’re in the bedroom. She puts it to good use.” Helena said with a wink.
“I do believe I may be in trouble,” Jim said, laughing. He was caught off guard when Harley turned suddenly and kissed him, before pushing him into the back seat of the car. She grabbed Helena to kiss her too. Sharing was caring, after all.
Perhaps all three of them would be in trouble, but it would definitely be worth it. Helena had to chuckle a bit, watching as Harley kissed Jim. She kissed Harley back, definitely liking that sharing was caring and everything. “Shall I get him warmed up on the drive?” Helena asked, sneaking a playful smack to Harley’s ass in the process.
“Gotta make sure he don’t pop early,” Harley said, groping her wife as she extricated herself out of the way. She noted that Jim looked offended and nearly lost it.
“I can handle that,” Helena responded, groaning a bit as she was groped. She then turned to the car, giving Jim a sultry look as she slipped into the backseat with him. “Shall we get cozy for the drive?” She leaned in and kissed him.
“Cozy,” Jim said, voice thick and attention too diverted or much more intelligent conversations. He kissed Helena back, running his hands down to her hips and then backside.
Harley positioned her phone for posterity, before peeling out of the parking lot. “He went for the butt!!”
She had to say, she did like the feel of his hands on her ass. She almost burst into laughter at hearing Harley, but managed not to. She slid a hand up the back of his neck, fingers brushing through his hair as she shifted closer, pressing against him.
Kirk kissed her more deeply for a long moment, then broke it so he could nip at her throat. At least that was the plan until Harley let out a New Jersey style super long curse at the traffic and he started to laugh.
Jim wasn’t the only one who started to laugh at the curse. Helena glanced up at Harley. “Problem, love?” She asked, before she took advantage of the situation and leaned in, flicking her tongue along Kirk’s neck.
“These morans won’t get outta the way!” Harley gestured with one hand, as if to show them the morans she was speaking of. She played up the Jersey accent that she sometimes had.
“Well that’s, you could tell them...fuck…” Jim squirmed under Helena, then in revenge slipped a hand up into her shirt. Did Helena count as a cougar?
Helena chuckled as Harley played up the Jersey accent. Not that Helena was able to pinpoint it as a Jersey accent, some areas of the United States were still a mystery to her accent-wise, but nevertheless. “How very rude of them,” she managed to say before Jim’s hand slipped inside her shirt. She groaned and arched into his touch. That was when she decided to get even more comfortable and she straddled his lap, sitting on his thighs.
As for a cougar, it was possible she was one. At least in this situation. Age didn’t particularly matter to her, except in cases where people were really old or really young. Aside from that, she liked what she liked. But here and now, she was definitely a cougar. And she was going to show him just how much of one she could be.
Once, a long time ago in another universe entirely, Kirk had in fact gotten clawed up by a real cougar. This was certainly much more pleasant.
Up front, as she turned into their street, Harley was giving a play by play of the action in the back seat, while also telling Jim the best places to touch Helena. Which was probably cheating but she didn’t care.
Helena was relatively careful when it came to using her claws. While her nails weren’t overly long, she still liked to use them during sex, something that Harley was keenly aware of, and Jim would quickly become wise to.
And yes, Harley, that was cheating, but Helena didn’t particularly care. She’d tell Jim the best places to touch Harley later. But for now, she was getting rather worked up, and did her best to get Jim worked up so once the car was parked, they could quickly get inside and to the bedroom. Or, well, as close to the bedroom as they could manage if that was the case.
Harley screeched to a stop. She turned around and smacked Helena in the ass, before clambering out to get the door. “Try not ta kill him until I’ve had a taste.”
Jim moved his head from where he’d been trying to leave a hickey on Helena’s neck, breathlessly saying, “She means that figuratively, right?”
Helena grinned as Harley smacked her ass. “I’ll do my best,” she promised before turning her attention back to Jim. “Yes, she does,” she responded. Even though that wasn’t precisely the truth, but Helena didn’t want to scare Jim off. “Besides, where’s the fun if any of us die before we get started?” She posed, winking at him as she opened the car door and slid out.
First order of business was making sure the dogs and the hyenas were banished to the back yard (with high fences specially reinforced, mostly to protect the hyenas from other people). Harley rushed back inside, grabbing a bottle from the liqueur cabinet. She took both of their hands. “We can do this vanilla or I can break out the handcuffs what’s your poison?” She was mostly asking Helena.
“Whatever you want, ladies.” Jim was at least on board with the idea.
Best to keep the dogs and hyenas out of their hair. Plus they didn’t need Jim to freak out over the hyenas. He hadn’t signed on for that. At Harley’s question, she eyed her wife for some moments, then she eyed Jim, a bit of a smirk curving her lips. “How about we start off vanilla, but keep the handcuffs handy in the event we feel like using them later.”
“That’s fair.” Jim could think of a few ways to turn the tables on them. A few fun ways for the three of them, especially because he’d need to take a break through part of it, at least.
“Fine.” Harley guided them up to the bedroom, her hands wandering a little as they went. Well,her free hand. She couldn’t drop the booze! She had every intention of licking bubblegum vodka from between Helena’s tits and off of Jim’s butt.
They would all certainly need a break now and then. That was the positive to a threesome, two could go at it while the third took a breather if needed. And there were also several ways to have a breather. They had edible body oil and such things in the bedroom as well. Options were never a bad thing to have. Helena also let her hands wander, one on Jim, the other on Harley. Once in the bedroom, she pulled Jim in for a deep kiss. Then after breaking that kiss, she pulled Harley in for one.
There were a number of questions Kirk had, but none of them were necessary right now, and he was thinking about as straight as Harley wasn’t. He moved behind Harley, running a hand up her side and the other down Helena’s back. He grinned over Harley’s head and squeezed Helena’s butt.
She was gonna get banged by Captain Kirk. This was the best day of Harley’s life.
There was some straight thought in Helena’s head yet, mostly regarding condoms and that sort of thing. But it wasn’t necessary to ask at this precise moment, they were still in foreplay mode. She groaned a bit, giving Jim a grin and a wink before pressing against Harley and pulling Jim’s hips against Harley’s. Harley was the middle of the sandwich currently, and Helena dragged her tongue along Harley’s neck.
Under normal circumstances, Jim was fairly responsible. Raincoat over the little man and everything. It was just really hard to focus with what the women were both doing. Especially when Harley let out a particularly loud moan. “Oh..oh god.” They could both take her like this and she’d be happy to be the filling.
Helena was more concerned about Jim being healthy and not passing STDs than she was about getting pregnant. She knew she was healthy, always getting regular check ups and the like, especially after hook ups like these. She had to smirk at hearing Harley’s moan. Helena rubbed up against Harley, pushing her wife’s hips into Jim’s. One hand slid up to caress one of Harley’s breasts through her shirt while her other slid up Jim’s side. “I rather think someone likes being in the middle,” she commented with a glint in her eye.
“Uh huh…” Harley’s voice was distant, her eyelids half closed. She writhed between them, one hand on each of them as she danced lewdly between them.
Kirk was willing to follow their lead. He didn’t really care which one, leaning over to kiss Helena.
She groaned as Harley moved between her and Jim. Helena arched her back, pressing her breasts tighter against Harley’s. As Jim kissed her, she ran the fingers of one hand through his hair. Her other hand was still on Harley. She slipped some tongue into the kiss with Jim.
Harley whined, her writhing turning to squirming. It wasn’t so much ‘give me attention now’ as the attention she was getting combined with watching Helena with Jim was setting her off like a rocket. She loved Helena so much and sharing her and sharing someone with her was making her a little emotional.
Kirk could pick up on those emotions a little. It was interesting, and a little exhilarating. All he could do was moan out that they were all wearing way too much clothing.
Helena groaned out a confirmation that they were indeed wearing way too much clothing. So she took to taking Harley’s off. It was easiest for her to reach, though one of her hands did slip inside Jim’s shirt and start to push it up as her palm slid over his skin. It sent shivers through her that Harley got off on sharing, and she liked to see her wife enjoying herself. She leaned in and nipped at Harley’s neck, as if sensing the slight emotional reaction she was having.
To be fair, it wasn’t difficult to get Harley naked. She’d dressed with that eventuality in mind. Fun, sparkly, and easy to remove. That seemed to be her motto for many things. Impatiently, she shoved a hand down each of their pants. “I like what I’m finding!”
And to think, Jim had almost stayed home tonight.
She did appreciate how Harley had dressed with the possibility of getting naked in mind. It certainly made getting naked a lot easier. Helena moaned in response to Harley’s hand and she bucked against it. She licked her lips a bit, getting her shirt off after Harley’s clothes were off. “That sounds entirely promising,” she quipped, voice a bit husky.
“Literally, you could read the phone book and it would be sexy.” Jim laughed. It was a shakey kind of laugh. Harley was doing things with the palm of her hand that had to be illegal in at least fifteen states.
“I know, right?” Harley was having a problem. The problem of too much choice and too many things she could do and she didn’t know where to start, only that she wanted it all. It was also gettting increasingly difficult to not make Star Trek puns. ‘Permission to come on board granted, Captain’ was very close to coming out of her mouth.
She’d have to save that for the finish.
“You shall be glad to know that I am quite vocal during sex, so you are in for a treat,” she winked at Jim. She leaned in and gave Harley a hickey on her neck as she slid her hand into Jim’s pants as well. Hey, no one said they had to play fair! Though Helena’s other hand also slid down between Harley’s legs, a move that she backed up by bracing her body against Harley’s. After all, she wasn’t certain how much Harley could take standing up before her knees buckled while being the middle of the sandwich.
Kirk made sure that Harley didn’t need to stand any more, helping prop her up between them with a hand on her butt. He only had one hand free then, to explore both of them, but he made the best of it, snaking a hand down between Helena’s legs to give Harley’s hand a break. Harley was making sounds that only dogs could hear, but she pushed Jim’s hand around until it was in one spot while her own hand remained where she’d started it. Two hands on her wife were better than one!
Two hands were definitely better than one, and Helena loved it. It set her off like a rocket. She used both of her hands, one on Jim and one on Harley. “I also like what I feel,” she echoed Harley’s words as she leaned down and bit Harley’s shoulder, then gave Jim a little squeeze between his legs with her hand.
Harley giggled. This had been such a good idea! Suddenly, she squeezed out from between them and wobbled towards the bed. Jim immediately closed the gap between him and Helena, kissing her hard while adjusting the hand between her leg to make up for Harley’s absence. He was going to go for Olympic gold in getting both women off before he did. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
Helena kissed Jim back hard, moaning loudly into it as his hand adjusted between her legs. She pressed her hips against his hand, one leg wrapping around one of his. She wrapped one arm around him tightly while she kept her other hand between his legs. At this rate, she was going to orgasm sooner rather than later.
Sooner. Sooner would be good. But Kirk wasn’t the only impatient one. Harley was too, even as she laid languidly down to watch them get each other off. She started giving them directions, telling Jim where to put both of his hands, instructing Helena in the ‘ancient art of the hand rub’ and getting herself so worked up she put a hand between her own legs. “Hey dollface, which part of him do ya wanna sit on first?”
Jim might have snerked into Helena’s mouth.
While Helena was no stranger to the hand rub, she was a bit rusty on it. In fact, the last time she’d really worked a hand rub, and a blowjob for that matter, had been when Harley had been male. Helena was very picky about giving blowjobs. At Harley’s question, Helena didn’t immediately answer, her mouth was tied up, but after a moment she broke the kiss. “I think I’d like to sit on what my hand is currently working on first,” she responded before nipping at Jim’s lower lip.
Harley grinned, scooting back on the bed, then leaning over to open a drawer. She pulled out assorted toys, tossing them aside almost comically until she found what she was looking for. She picked out a condom and held it up like it was the holy grail. “Behold! Shaped for her pleasure!”
Jim let out a little prayer, “Thank god for well prepared ladies.” They wanted to be on top? He could live with that.
Helena chuckled and flicked her tongue against Jim’s lips. “Better to always be prepared than caught off-guard,” she said before unhooking her leg from around his and she pushed him towards the bed with her body.
Jim landed on his back. Harley leaned over him and he brought his hands up to touch and caress her. Her skin was so pale it was white and a part of him found that fascinating, and a little distracting. Harley held out the wrapper to Helena, mouthing ‘I love you babe’. She couldn’t be happier.
She mouthed ‘I love you’ back with a smile, taking the wrapper. She shifted to straddle Jim’s legs and held the corner of the wrapper between her teeth while she took another moment or so to continue with rubbing him, wanting to ensure he was ready before tearing the wrapping and pulled the condom out and sliding it on him. “Now, are we ready for the real fun to begin?” She asked as she shifted up so she was straddling his hips. One of her hands slid along the closest part of Harley’s skin, wanting to feel her wife up.
“I’m ready.” At least that’s what Kirk tried to say. He was too busy trying to position Harley better. Which was probably good. His moan vibrated through Harley’s body and she nearly lost it giggling.
Harley had a confession. She liked to talk up a storm but she hadn’t actually done this kind of thing that often. At least in this configuration. Three women a few times. Two men and her twice. She grabbed Helena’s face and kissed her, hard.
Threesomes had also been few and far between for Helena, but this experience was really getting her off. Hearing what she believed was Jim saying he was ready, Helena lowered herself onto him, moaning loudly into Harley’s mouth as she held her head close and kissed her just as hard. Helena began to rock her hips against Jim’s, slowly at first so she could adjust to the feel. Her free hand slid down to molest Harley’s breasts.
Arching into Helena’s hand, Harley let her eyes drift closed. Kirk had a golden tongue and he was proving it. But wait wait wait. She gasped a little, moving her head so she could watch Helena. Half the point was watching her wife and if she was too busy enjoying herself then she’d miss enjoying H and that would be a crime. “Ya like what ya see, baby?”
Meanwhile, Jim was rocking his hips back, trying to get more sounds out of Helena.
The sounds Jim was getting out of Helena were like a symphony of moans. She was definitely not the quiet type, and she moved her hips a bit faster and harder, bracing a hand on Jim for more stability. She gazed at Harley, eyes drifting down her body to see watch what Jim was doing. Not that she could actually see much from her angle, but it was still hot.
“I love it,” she replied. She was quite enjoying herself.
Harley grinned, a short little giggle masquerading in moans as she leaned in, taking Helena’s head and kissing her harshly. She felt one of Kirk’s hands stroking up her stomach and shivered. Helpfully, because she was a helper, she took his other hand and planted it on one of Helena’s breasts. The three of them in sync was the best part. No one was left out, and that was just the way Harley liked it.
She kissed Harley back just as harshly, moaning loudly into it as she felt Jim’s hand on her. She arched into his touch, and then she returned the favor, adding a circular motion to her hips as she rocked against him. She was entirely enjoying herself, and her orgasm was quickly building from all of the stimuli present. She slid one hand along Harley’s torso, touching everything she could.
‘I love you’ Harley mouthed against Helena’s lips. At least that was what she’d meant to do, but it might have come out a little jumbled. She could feel Kirk shifting a bit beneath them, and knew that Helena was giving him the ride of his life. She bet he couldn’t wait to flip them around and take advantage. She wasn’t all that far off.
This was among the less awkward threesomes that Kirk had been a part of. He moved his hand back down Helena’s stomach and then between her legs to stimulate her further, in part as revenge for the hip rolling thing. That had nearly done him in then and there.
Jim’s hand between her legs was the last straw. Helena let out a loud moan as her orgasm hit her hard. Her back arched and some shudders ran through her. “Oh, fuck,” she cursed more than once as she rode out the wave of her orgasm. Though the more they got going, the more colorful her cursing would become. It would also undoubtedly become more and more British the further they went.
Getting an idea, Harley grabbed Helena to force her to stay still, which let Jim focus more on Helena’s pleasure than his own. Really, Harley was impressed and couldn’t wait for her turn as the filling. It was kind of a coin flip if Helena or Jim was the filling right now. Or was this an open face sandwich? Harley just had to wonder out loud. “Is this an open face sandwich?”
Kirk started laughing so hard it sent Harley nearly doubling over from the vibrations.
As Harley held Helena still, she moaned louder, getting even more out of her orgasm. But then at Harley’s question, Helena couldn’t help but to also burst into laughter. She slid her hands to Harley’s shoulders and after managing to get a breath or two. “I believe it is, love, yes.”
Jim’s hand suddenly dug into Helena’s leg and he bucked underneath her. It made him laugh more, and he turned his head, groaning against Harley’s thigh. “Holy...crap…”
Harley giggled again, and slipped off of Kirk, scooting down to Helena to kiss her again. Sitting up on his elbows, Jim watched, contentedly.
She groaned a bit as Jim bucked underneath her. Helena was definitely looking forward to when he would turn the tables on them. Sometimes there was just something about getting hammered like a bent nail that was intensely gratifying. And dildos and strap-ons could only go so far in that department. Helena returned Harley’s kiss, shifting herself off of Jim to allow him a little breathing room and he could also pick out the position he wanted to be in next.
“I do believe it’s Harley’s turn to be the filling,” Helena commented as she nipped at her wife’s shoulder and gazed at Jim.
If Helena ever said ‘hammered like a bent nail’ out loud it would probably be the day Harley died. As it was, her thoughts were already along those lines. She touched her finger to her lip as she regarded Jim.
“I can think of a few ideas,” he said, eyeing them up and down. “It depends on what the lady wants.”
Harley chewed on her lip. “I’m thinkin!”
That was probably one saying that Helena was saving. After all, everything sounded sexier in an English accent. She smirked a bit, gaze shifting between Harley and Jim. “The night is still young. There is plenty of time to try a few things. What are you in the mood for, babe?”
Harley grinned, tugging Helena close and giving her a deep kiss. “I want ya both to use me until I can’t walk, doll face. An’ maybe until he can’t walk either.” She jerked a thumb towards Jim. “I wanna break him.” She giggled when he gave them a thumbs up.
“I might need a minute,” he said. He held up a finger.
Helena grinned, looking over at Jim. “If you need a minute, shall I get this Harley’s engine revved?” Why yes, that was a pun on her name. Helena couldn’t pass up the opportunity to use it. It had been a long time coming, really.
“You’re going to kill me,” Jim whispered, sounding awestruck. Harley’s answer was quicker, and much more simple. She pounced on Helena, kissing her again and then pulling her over on top of her while she lay next to Kirk.
Kirk decided this really was the best day of his life. He could tell they felt genuine affection for each other. It was sweet (also hot, but he was trying not to be a total perv).