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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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.

She can't see much from here, but damn if those sounds, those curses aren't driving her imagination wild. Her fingers continue to work at Nat's pussy, teeth nipping at the inside of her thigh as she listens for those familiar grunts of pleasure. She can hear him coming undone, hear the force of his release, and the moment he's done she slips out from under Nat's legs.

Crawls onto her knees, she pulls Nat in for a kiss, long and slow, her tongue diving in to taste the salt on hers as she presses her body in for more. One hand grazing through Nat's hair, the other trails down her breast, her side, her waist, reaching around to cup a handful of her ass as their tongues toy against each other.

It's almost a surprise, but thank goodness they both give Natasha just enough warning to be ready for it, so when James starts spurting his load over her tongue, she's moved her mouth back to hold just the pulsing head inside. Her green eyes go wide as he pumps over and over again. When he finally seems done, her lungs are screaming for air, and it's Sara to the rescue.

Suddenly, the blonde is on her knees, too, hands on her body and mouth on hers. Natasha kisses her deeply, sharing James' release happily-- not just because it means she can breathe again, but just because she wants nothing more than to share everything with these two tonight. "I'd forgotten... what he was like..." she muttered between kisses.

Natasha drains him so hard and fast that he's just fine with stepping back out of the way while Sara moves in on the redhead. James lets his legs fold under him as he sits near the action, eyes wide while he watches the women make out, his come on both their lips now, groping each other. "That... is the sexiest fucking thing..." he says, with something close to awe in his voice.

Once he's recovered, he gets up onto his knees as well and approaches the two, reaching out to curl one arm around each of them. His cock-- still fully hard and ready to go, thank you super soldier treatments-- bumps against Sara's hip and Natasha's belly as he leans in to kiss each of them in turn.

Sara's tongue and lips battle slowly, sensually with Nat's, a grin rising to her lips at both her words and James's. If there's any sort of contest to see who can get the other more turned on, all three seem determined to win - though from the looks of it, a three-way tie wouldn't be the worst way for it to play out.

"Pretty fucking incredible, right?" she grins in response to Nat, leaning instinctively into James's hold and watching them kiss. Her hand starts to stroke him lightly, and she leans up for a slow, deep kiss in turn.

"You want to ride him, Nat?"

Natasha's starting to lose track of which lips and tongues and hands belong to who, and really, she's also lost any reason to care. The three of them are throwing themselves completely into this, each one determined to see the other two get off as hard and as often as possible. It's amazing, and she's feeling drunk on just being a part of it.

She smirks at Sara's remark. "He'd have to be to keep up with you," Natasha retorts, then shakes her head at the offer. "Later. I don't want to monopolize him. Besides, I've been imagining how hot you're going to like while he pounds you, and I can't wait to watch."

There's enough space for rational thought in his head that he's cataloging the subtle and not-so-subtle differences between them. Both women are strong, but Sara's lips and kisses are definitely not like Natasha's, and neither is their touch. Enough time and he's sure he'd be able to tell them apart blindfolded.

Which knowing these women, is a scenario he might eventually find himself.

James shrugs. "That sounds like a plan to me," he says, guiding Sara down to the bed where she can lay down. He settles between her spread legs and reaches down for his cock so he can rub it against Sara's pussy, but a female hand beats him to it.

She remembers this - being so drunk on lust with Nat that they had no need for alcohol after a while. The lust with James is so familiar by now. So natural, so easy, but always somehow so new. The mix is incredible - dizzying.

She grins at Nat, leaning in for a quick peck to her lips before following James's lead. Settling back on the bed, she spreads her legs for him, sighing softly as he teases her with Nat's help. God, they're hot as hell. The best of both worlds - exactly what she wants in this moment. And it's only going to get better than here.

"Fuck me," she murmurs, tipping her hips up for him.

Natasha's hand slides over the length she's made slick with her mouth, stroking him while rubbing his cock against Sara's pussy at the same time. Using her fingers, she can appreciate the rock hardness under the smooth skin and just watching him teasing the blonde's entrance is making a hot need curl in her own belly.

"Let's give the lady what she wants," Natasha rasps, then pulls James forward, guiding his cock into Sara. She groans watching his girth part and stretch her lips. "God, that looks so fucking hot..."

Once he's in her to the hilt, she leans over, pressing her mouth to Sara's while her fingers move up to rub the other woman's clit.

"I sure try," he responds, then lets out a low, guttural sound from deep in his chest as he leans his weight forward, sinking deep into Sara's slick, waiting pussy with Natasha's help. James sees a particularly sharp flash of lust in the redhead's eyes as she watches him slide home inside of Sara and is glad to see she's getting what she wants, too.

After a moment or two to just enjoy the heated tightness of Sara's body, he starts to rock his hips, stroking himself almost all the way free of her pussy before driving back in, balls deep. On that stroke, he can feel the flicker of Natasha's fingers as she plays with Sara's clit, and he can definitely feel the flutter in the blonde's sheath as a result.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck..."

She's transfixed by Nat's fingers teasing down James's length - watching that feather light touch guide him against her, teasing them both. Hissing as he finally enters, she grasps at his hand, her thigh, shutting her eyes a moment as he fills her.

She should be used to it by now - God knows they've done this enough times for it. But every single time he sets her on fire, makes her ache and shudder, and with Nat's added tease to her clit she's not sure how long she'll last.

"Ooh- ah, fuck that's good," she gasps, her hips tipping up to match his rhythm. All that attention to her clit is already making her toes curl, making her slick as hell around his length.

"God, Nat, don't stop- ooh, rub my clit just like that..." She trails her hand further up Nat's thigh, reaching out to find the other woman's clit in turn to tease her just as she's being teased.

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