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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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.

He laughs at Sara's words, knowing that Natasha will never be able to resist a win-win situation. And after hearing Natasha's breakdown, he finds himself right on the fence as well when it comes to winning or losing. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't stepping up the pace, hammering his fingers into Natasha's pussy and curling his other hand below the redhead to rub at her clit.

He watches the women, listening to their moans, wondering which one will break first.

Sara's breath is heavy as she hears Nat purr those soft, sultry words against her pussy. Letting out a cry as the redhead gets back to work, she buries her fingers in her hair and rocks desperately to her rhythm, shuddering as those lips find her clit.

"Ooh, fuck- yeah, just like that, baby- God, yes-" She struggles to keep her eyes open, meeting James's gaze with her moans shallow on her lips. It's hot as all hell, watching him pleasure Nat in turn, hearing the other woman's groans as they each work each other towards the edge.

It doesn't take long now - and between the moans filling the room, she has no idea who's letting loose first - but soon enough she's unraveling beneath Nat, hips stuttering and shuddering as she finds her release.

Eating Sara out is almost like returning to one of her favorite places on earth for Natasha. The taste of the other woman fills her with more than just immediate pleasure, it conjures up the still unbelievable sexual combustion that happened between them years ago, and Natasha wonders if the act turns her on more than it does Sara.

It seems, though, that's not the case, because it's Sara who buckles first, hips shaking and grinding against her mouth as the blonde comes hard for her, Natasha's tongue pushed inside her pussy as far as it will go. The moment triggers Natasha's climax, and she's clenching around James' fingers hard and moaning loudly into Sara's slit.

When she's done shaking, she falls forward onto Sara. "I win," she says almost weakly.

Maybe he's just rusty. After all, Natasha and Sara have had sex much more recently, and some of his memories of the redhead are admittedly a little bit ragged and unreliable, like many of his recollections are. So James tries not to take it too personally when Sara's the first to reach climax, which isn't that difficult because he gets to watch his girlfriend come on the mouth of another gorgeous woman-- a woman who almost right after came hard from his efforts, nearly squeezing his fingers off with her pussy.

He laughs when Natasha lurches forward away from his grasp. James reaches out and slaps her ass for it. "Congratulations, Natasha. Guess you'd better switch places to claim your prize unless you two have got a more creative position in mind."

It's familiar and exhilarating and new all at once - and if Nat's making herself comfortable down there she's welcome to return any damn time. Her head's spinning, a stupid, satisfied grin on her lips as she lifts her head to watch Nat shake and shudder as her own release takes her.

Fingers dragging lazily through Nat's hair, she manages to sit up, her head dipping to capture Nat's lips in a slow, lazy kiss. She can taste herself there, feel that slickness on Nat's tongue, and she glances up to grin at James before pulling him in for a kiss in turn.

"She can sit on my face while she sucks you off," she murmurs, nipping teasingly at his lip before shifting to lie back on the bed.

The first concrete sensation is Sara moving away from her, which does disappoint Natasha momentarily, right up until the blonde is kissing her, and kissing Sara is wonderful, especially when she knows the woman's juices are smeared all over her lips. Natasha laughs as she turns her head to watch Sara kiss James, the most pleasant of flutters running through her abdomen at the sight.

Natasha laughs again. "Well then, James, I think we better do as the woman says." Getting up onto somewhat shaky legs, Natasha joins Sara on the bed again, this time straddling her with her knees by Sara's shoulders. She lowers herself down until her pussy makes contact with something warm and welcoming, and she sighs. "God, what a mouth," she moans, before waving at James, who is standing in front of her a moment later, his impressive cock bobbing freely in front of her face.

"Hello again," she says sweetly, wrapping her fingers around his girth and giving him a few firm strokes before sealing her lips around the head, flicking her tongue against the slit at its very tip.

"So I've learned," he quips, then moves back to let the women maneuver themselves into whatever configuration they felt like. It's damn erotic even just watching Sara and Natasha fitting their bodies together. He smiles broadly as he watches them close the gap between mouth and sex, and even bigger when Natasha groans in satisfaction. "Oh, I know," James tells her. "That mouth is magic."

When he's summoned, he moves without hesitation. Would any man, knowing that at his destination, Natasha Romanoff was waiting to suck his cock? James would probably run through a brick wall for that. Luckily, all he has to do is keep his balance standing on the bed. He's tall enough to touch the ceiling, which helps. With his free hand, he offers his length to Natasha.

He gasps out loud when she takes him into her mouth, a flood of sensations rushing through his body, along with the half-remembered feeling of her pleasing him like this before. James immediately starts running his fingers through her red hair, an appreciative stroking. "Oh shit, that's so good. Your mouth is amazing, too..."

Sara's hands drag up and down the strong curve of Nat's thighs, and as the redhead lowers herself down she immediately gets to work. Lips wrapping around her clit, suckling softly at it and flicking her tongue in a light tease. Her tongue laps softly at those folds, one hand reaching up to spread her pussy with two fingers before she dips her tongue in to taste that sweet wetness.

She can hear James's groans start to pick up, and she can only imagine what Nat's lips look like wrapped around his length. It's making her wet again, hearing her tease him, hearing that filth start to spill from his mouth. Moaning on Nat's skin, she starts to work a little harder now, her tongue starting to fuck in an out of Nat's pussy.

"Fuck--" Natasha snaps when Sara doesn't waste any time and immediately zeroes in on her clit and she feels the blonde sucking on that nub and teasing it with her tongue. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wonders if that's what Sara does with James' cock and that prompts her to do exactly that when she gets the chance a moment later.

Natasha's moaning around James' length-- or at least, as much as she can, given his size which she can't believe she hadn't remembered completely. But there's definitely vibrations running up through the man, thanks to Sara's talented tongue pushing up into her entrance and fucking her vigorously. Natasha was dripping as it was, but that move had to be pouring juices right into Sara's mouth by now.

Her eyes rolled upwards, meeting James' and with a wink, she grabbed the man's taut ass cheeks and pulled them toward her, driving his cock into her throat for a few seconds before a need for oxygen forced her to release him.

It's too bad, James thinks, that from this position he can't watch Sara eating Natasha out, but he can definitely feel how good a job his girlfriend is doing, thanks to the moans that are reverberating through his cock. It's an element that makes Natasha's already earth-shattering skills that much more effective, and he can feel that he's as hard as steel inside of her mouth.

When he meets those green eyes and they sparkle up at him with mischief, he wonders just what he's in for. Natasha answers by driving his length into her throat until her lips meet the very root of him. "Oh my fucking god, yes, swallow my cock, fuck--" he rambles, just barely able to keep from toppling over as his knees weaken with the constricting sensation.

When she comes up for air, his whole cock is dripping with wetness, falling down to spatter on Sara's chest before Natasha takes a deep breath and swallows him again. "Jesus, Sara," he groans, "she's gonna eat me alive--"

It's muscle memory in its sweetest form. It's been years since Sara and Nat's night in Buenos Aires, and still there's something intuitive in the way their bodies move. She remembers her taste, that soft, slick skin, the spots that make her moan and tense and shudder.

She groans as she feels that wetness swell against her tongue, pulling back to suck and lap at her clit as her fingers work in and out of her. James's groans grow louder, his muttering starting to pick up, and she quickens her pace on Nat in excitement.

"Mnh, you gonna come for her, James?" she breathes, adding another finger and using her free hand to rub at Nat's clit.

The next time Natasha needs to pull her mouth off James' cock, it's only have because of the need for oxygen. The rest is thanks to Sara, whose fingers are sending screaming waves of pleasure through her. Gasping and panting, Natasha rolls her hips to meet Sara's fingers, the ones pushing into her pussy in one direction and the ones rubbing her clit in the other. "Fuck fuck fuck... Fuck, Sara, that's so fucking good..."

She meets James' eyes again and smiles before wrapping her lips around the first couple of inches then pumping the rest with her fist so she can concentrate on teasing the head with her teeth and tongue. Hearing Sara's question, she feels a spike of heat and quickens her pace. "Do it," she demands, opening her mouth and flattening her tongue under his cock.

Watching Natasha coming apart is fascinating. The last time they were anywhere close to this situation, she was much younger and while she was already an accomplished and talented student, Natasha wasn't the Black Widow yet, and was still very much a young woman with her first lover. Now to see the cynical, toughened Natasha he's come to know let herself loose with them is kind of amazing.

James' introspection ends quickly at Sara's question. By the time he looks down again, Natasha's hand is flying over his cock and her mouth is wide open and inviting. "I wasn't going to," he says heatedly, "but since you asked so nicely..."

He takes a breath and lets go of anything he was using to hold back. A few more pumps of Natasha's hand and then he's growling loudly, legs almost buckling under him as he starts to spurt onto her tongue.

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