zimnij_soldat | Everyone Into the Pool! [RP for thecanarylives and chernaya_vdova

Everyone Into the Pool! [RP for thecanarylives and chernaya_vdova_bw]

The message on his phone is like ones he's gotten dozens of times from Sara during their all-too-frequent times apart. It simply gave him a date, a time, a GPS location, and a few short words. This time it's "See you there, Sergeant, and make sure to rest up and eat your Wheaties beforehand." The very idea that Sara was planning something she was hoping would exhaust even him was more intriguing and exciting than he could say.

Arriving right on time, he's not surprised to find that he's been directed to a hotel. It's one he's never stayed in himself, as far as he can remember. Neither the KGB or HYRDA sent him on very many missions to Buenos Aires, but he knows enough Spanish to get around.

The exact coordinates take him right to the reception desk, where a clerk grins and wordlessly hands him a small folder with a key card and a room number written on it. He takes the elevator up, opens the door to the room, and steps inside.

And nearly passes out.

"Sara...? Natasha...?"

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She and Sara haven't had the talk yet, and maybe they never will, but Natasha knows very well where she stands. A long time ago, in another life, she and James were something special, and she isn't going to lie and say she doesn't miss those days a little. But the world has changed, and she recognizes just what he and Sara have, and she's happy for them, genuinely.

And if she gets to be a friend-with-great-benefits to him-- or actually, to both of them, considering how much she likes Sara-- then Natasha figures it's a win on every side.

A loud groan from the TV that Natasha only recognizes as herself from watching the video, it's that wild and guttural, pulls her from her thoughts. She glances down to see that Sara's freed James' cock, and licking her own lips, she works the man's shirt free. "Sara tastes so good," she purrs in James' ear. "Don't you think?"

On his end of things, the fact that they've arranged all this convinces him that they've worked out whatever they need to work out between them, and the two women are good with sharing him. He, obviously, has no objections. His hesitation is completely born of shock, although Sara's slow, soft stroking is relieving that.

And the show on the screen? Well, it's making the cock in his girlfriend's hand swell and twitch every time he sees her and Natasha colliding in the past. "Holy shit," he whispers, "I've never seen anything like it." He never really considered just what it would look like for the two most sexually dynamic women he's ever met to get together. Now he knows.

Okay, maybe she's getting a kick out of watching Nat tease at James. They're already having far too much fun breaking him in - and the fun's barely even begun. Her fist pumps slowly, tantalizingly up and down his length, relishing in the way it throbs as he gets more and more turned on.

"If you like that, you're gonna love the live show," she murmurs before dipping her head in to give his head a long, slow suck.

And that's her cue. Natasha kisses him on the cheek once more, then moves around to kneel next to Sara. She pauses, watching the blonde's mouth slide down the length of James' cock and the sight makes something hot and wild curl inside her. It's a fight to keep from taking her own turn sucking on that yummy looking shaft, but she manages, pulling Sara away from it as well.

"Don't rush him, honey-- remember, we need him to last a while. First, though, the proper motivation." She takes Sara's face in her hands and pulls the other woman to her for a searing, hungry kiss, tilting her head to deepen it, her tongue sliding against Sara's.

He lets out a slow, shuddering groan as Sara's mouth moves down his cock. Although the warm, wet heat of her mouth is familiar, that doesn't make it any less spectacular every time she sucks on him. His eyes flicker between her and the screen, but then Natasha's moving. The sight of them both kneeling in front of him brings a sharp inhale. God, he's a lucky man.

There's another noise, this one a little disappointed, as Natasha pulls Sara away, but watching the red hot kiss they share next keeps his attention sharp and his dick hard. On the screen, the women are locked together, bodies tangled and writhing. "So how long did you two go at it? And more importantly, how long is your pre-show?"

Sara's hands stay wrapped around James's cock even as Nat pulls her away, her strokes slow and steady as she grins against Nat's kiss. A low hum on her lips, she drops her jaw to take Nat's tongue, teasing it with hers before dipping in to suck softly on it.

The sound's low on the recording, but she can hear her and Nat's moans and cursing starting to build as their pussies grind against each other, hot and slick. Nipping at Nat's lip, she casts a glance back to James, shrugging innocently.

"A while. The whole night, and then some. But if you think you're ready to skip to the live show, I guess we can get started. What do you think, Nat?" She turns back to the redhead, one hand releasing James to graze over the swell of her breast.

Natasha looks over at the action on the screen and feels her pussy throb just remembering what it had felt like to scissor like that with Sara. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, otherwise she might just start ripping clothes and fucking whoever she lands on first.

Not that it sounds like a bad plan, it's just not the plan.

She arches her back to press her breast into Sara's hand. "Why make him choose? Let it play," Natasha says, pulling Sara up to her feet with her and leading the other woman to lay with her on the bed. The kissing starts again, this time in earnest, and it's Natasha's turn to start groping Sara's chest.

He opens his mouth to agree wholeheartedly with Natasha's sentiment, but he stays quiet. At least for the moment, he's just expected to be a spectator. But with the view he's got to pick from, there's nothing in the world he can complain about.

Soon, both women are on the bed, making out intensely and feeling each other up. It's not that difficult to decide to keep his attention mostly on the two living, breathing-- and now, moaning-- women on the bed beside him rather than the recorded action on the screen, but occasional glances over to the TV coupled with the noise of their past encounter filling the room, it's a fine mix.

James leans back in the chair, fingers idly resting on his cock, not wanting to let it soften at all, but not wanting to waste any of his stamina on his hand, either.

The League may have taught her patience, but she's fairly sure they didn't have this in mind during the lessons. Her whole body is aching to feel Nat's slick, writhing body against hers again, driven further by the sharp staccato of her own moans coming from the video in the background.

She casts James a grin before she lets Nat lead her away and towards the bed, dissolved quickly to soft moans and kisses and wandering hands. Grinning on Nat's lips, she forces herself to keep the show slow - to tease the bodice of Nat's corset open, trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, down the dramatic slope of her breasts to suck at one of her nipples.

Natasha gasps as Sara's mouth closes over her nipples, one hand immediately moving to the back of the blonde's head while arching her back to press even more of her breast at her. The feel of Sara's body against hers is shockingly familiar after all this time, although looking at the video, she certainly did plenty of exploring of it.

Her free hand starts unlacing Sara's corset while turning her head to look over at James, smiling like a satisfied cat. "She has... such a wonderful mouth, doesn't she, James? I'm looking forward to you watching her use it on me some more." When she gets the black lingerie loose enough, she starts caressing and teasing Sara's breast in turn, moaning lightly as her leg slips between the other woman's thighs.

It's not like a porn video. It's so much better. Not only from the aspect of watching it live, but knowing both of the women involved, seeing the astonishing amount of pleasure they're both experiencing? That's what makes it amazing, and the idea that they'll eventually turn all that heat towards him is unthinkably arousing.

"She does," he replies to Natasha. Then, hesitantly, he adds, "and I'm looking forward to feeling yours, too." His eyes immediately turn to Sara, hopeful that she's okay with him talking dirty to her already.

Sara's hands wander the curves of Nat's body, her lips continuing to press kisses and suckle at her breasts. It's a strange kind of nostalgia, the muscle memory coming back after all these years - what spots made her moan the most, what moves made her the wettest.

Shedding the lacy top of her outfit, she tosses it over the side of the bed, leaving her in the underwear and stockings. She spreads her legs for Nat, instinctively starting to grind her hips against her leg and glancing over to shoot James a grin.

"Mm, I can't wait to feel her again, too," she murmurs, hand threading through Nat's hair. "She knows just what to do with her tongue, doesn't she?"

"Oh, yeah," Natasha groans when she feels Sara starting to rub herself against her thigh. "That's it, Sara, rub that pussy on me, get it ready for me..." It's a little more of a scramble for her to get out of her lingerie, but the excitement makes it easy. Now both women are left in nothing but sliky stockings and scraps of lace claiming to be panties.

"Aww, you too. You'll make a girl blush." Natasha laughs and moves her hands to Sara's shoulders, spinning the other woman until she's on her back. The redhead slithers down the bed, settling between Sara's thighs and placing a long, wet kiss to the front of her panties before tugging them aside. She licks along Sara's slit then all but purrs. "You taste so good, just like I remember."

If he survives the weekend, he's decided the first thing he'll do is go down to the corner and buy a lottery ticket, because no man has ever been this lucky. He downs another shot of vodka, partly for the cold of it, because Sara and Natasha are putting on a scorching show for him. Not that there's any faking happening-- he knows Sara and remembers Natasha well enough to see that the women are genuinely very much into one another.

And it's remarkable just how jealous he's not.

What he is, though, is curious, and more turned on than he is worried. He pulls the chair around to where if he leans forward, his head is right by Sara's. Placing a kiss on her lips, he smiles, glancing down to where Natasha is lapping at her. "So does that feel as good as it looks?"

That purr of Nat's voice goading her on is a trigger even after all this time - sending a shiver down her spine and a heat rising on her skin. She grins down at the redhead, squirming in anticipation and spreading her legs as Nat makes her way down her body. Groaning softly at the first kiss, she tips her hip up and gasps when that warm tongue finally finds her wetness.

"Ooh, yeah," she mutters, brow furrowing a bit as she watches Nat work. Smiling as she feels James's kiss, she cranes neck up to return it, one hand threading through Nat's hair and the other brushing back James's.

"Mm, she's so fucking good, James," she coos against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed a moment. "God, she's getting me nice and wet..."

Natasha looks up from between Sara's thighs and watches the lovers kiss and whisper hotly to each other about what she's doing to Sara. Not that she was especially worried, but Natasha's happy to feel nothing resembling jealousy when she sees them together, except perhaps the fact that she knows how good a kisser they both are.

"Very wet," Natasha agrees, then reaches up to slide a pair of her slender fingers into Sara's pussy. They slip inside the blonde with a wet sound and almost no resistance. "See? Oh, I am really looking forward to seeing this pussy get filled up with that cock." At the thought of it, she feels her own sex throb with anticipation, so Natasha reaches down with her free hand and strokes herself, even if the position is a little awkward.

He's cheek to cheek with Sara, watching Natasha at work and reaching down to grope and squeeze Sara's breasts when the redhead lifts her head and speaks. Natasha's voice makes him growl right into Sara's ear with anticipation. "You're not the only one," he says, pinching Sara's nipple between his fingers. James doesn't mention that he's also hoping to feel Natasha's pussy for the first time in ages, but he'll let the ladies decide that.

What he does do, though, is kiss Sara again after noticing Natasha's fingers moving down. "I think it's time for me to stop playing audience member," he announces, moving down the bed until he's behind Natasha. He moves her fingers away from her pussy and replaces them with his own.

Sara tenses as Nat's fingers enter her, a low groan escaping her lips as she cants her head down to watch.

"Ooh, fuck," she coos, hips starting to writhe at Nat's teasing, her back arching into James's touch as he teases at her breasts. That growl sends a shudder down her spine and she hisses in pleasure, returning James's kiss before her lips spread into a smile as he moves. Legs spreading wider, she watches entrances as James start to tease at Nat's pussy, her own surging with wetness at the show.

"Mm, tease her tight little pussy, James... she's nice and wet, isn't she?"

As occupied as Natasha is with eating Sara out, it's not so much that she misses what's going on a little further North. She watches the kissing, the playing, and they're gorgeous together and it just makes her pussy ache in the most pleasant way.

Then James moves and Natasha tenses slightly, watching Sara for her reactions. She feels James' fingers slide over her slit and she moans right into Sara's pussy. The man's touch is electric, and has heat building inside her already.

"Oh, shit, I'm so wet," Natasha confirms. "Please lick me, James. I want to feel your mouth on me."

"She sure is," he replies. In point of fact Natasha is dripping down his hand from the moment he starts sliding his fingers over her pussy. Memories flood his brain, giving him the strange, delightful sensation of exploring her body but feeling it as familiar at the same time.

When Natasha moans her plea, he looks up at Sara while letting his fingers circle the redhead's clit, just to push her pleasure a little further.

"Should I give her what she wants?" His mouth is watering with the idea, but he still wants that confirmation.

Sara's jaw drops at that hum on her skin, a shiver running down her spine as she watches James starts to tease Nat. She shoots her boyfriend a grin, hand reaching down to graze her fingers playfully through Nat's hair.

"Lick her, baby," she coos, squirming with anticipation. "Show her how good that tongue feels on her clit..."

"God, yes, please," Natasha moans, almost embarrassed by just how needy her voice sounds in her own ears, but fuck if that's not exactly what she is right now. And then she feels the rasp of James' stubble against her inner thighs which sends a anticipatory thrill through her body. "James, yes, I-- FUCK!" His tongue slides over her pussy, and she nearly comes right then and there.

"Fuck, that's so good, that's so good..." She moans, turning her head to watch what she can of James eating her out for a moment before remembering she was just busy with that herself. Natasha presses her lips against Sara's clit then sucks on it lightly while bringing her hand up to slide two fingers into the blonde.

Once he's gotten the green light, he doesn't hesitate, diving into Natasha's pussy like a starving man. He begins with one long, slow lick before pressing his mouth firmly against the redhead's slit, parting her folds with his tongue and exploring her, drinking in the taste of her.

He glances up to meet Natasha's eyes, then Sara's, watching one woman pleasure the other. James is quickly getting used to the dynamic now, getting into the way it's become less about three individuals and is quickly becoming just a tangle of how good they can make each other feel all at once.

James pulls away, smirking. "Bet I can make her come before she does you," he says, locking eyes with Sara.

Nat's curses and groans spark electricity through Sara's veins, her body shuddering as the redhead gets back to work on her own clit.

"Ooh, yeah just like that," she hisses, furrowing her brow and shutting her eyes as her hips tip upwards to meet Nat's lips. Bucking slowly to her rhythm, she opens her eyes to meet James's gaze, grinning even as her breath starts to hitch.

"I'm going down on whoever wins," she purrs, legs spreading wider as she starts to feel that heat rise within her. "You taking that bet, Red?"

"Well, gee, let's see--" Natasha replies, interspersing her words with random licks to Sara's slit and moans coaxed out of her by James' long, thick fingers. "So either I get to make you come, then watch you suck his cock some more... Or I get to come, and then you eat me out, leaving me free to probably suck his cock myself."

"Um... Deal." And with that, she dove back down, sealing her lips around Sara's clit while thrusting her fingers into the woman frantically. At the same time, she pushed her own pussy hard against James' fingers, not caring for the first time in her life if she won or lost.

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