I Need Austin Butler's End Dialogue From Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure As My Alarm Clock And Daily Motivation

FFfffFfFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKK

Wow... yeah... I'm feral as FUCK rn

I wanna MOUTH it..

I wanna BITE them pecs..

JESUS Austin...

I'm PULSING

This is too much for my weak ass heart... n pussy - I'M SORRY IT'S TRUE.. AUSTIN HAS A DIRECT LINE TO MY KITTY STAY MAD AT THE TRUTH

Oh my fuck

@peageetibbs-ab @slowsweetlove @f3ytal

The Caught Stealing trailer drop is so close,

I can taste it...

I love that she's an EMT... me, a nurse, WAITING on these fanfics like hellooo, gimme Austin lusting after a health care worker thankyoooou haha

Vanity Fair

‘Caught Stealing’ First Look: Austin Butler Goes On the Run in Darren Aronofsky’s Crime Caper

Bad Bunny, Zoë Kravitz, Regina King, Liev Schreiber, Vincent D’Onofrio and Matt Smith all want a piece of him in this odyssey through late-’

Need more BTS footage of Feyd 🥵🙏🏻🙏🏻

A Feyd related question

Does anyone known the source of this pic/video?

It's not from this scene below. Note btw how much he first looks at her at awe, being impressed. And how about shot later he is filled with urge and desire...

Fuck

No bc I actually do have a deep hatred for this man, but at the same time NEED him... just everywhere... In that ⬇️⬇️ general area 😊

___ ★₊˚﹟🪐' Austin Butler fics

S- smut | F- fluff | A- angst

— orgasm denial : smut

— be my baby : smut

— trouble : smut

— sweet nothings : smut

— tension (sebastian kydd) : smut

— brat (sebastian kydd) : smut

Girls.... hold onto your underwear 😊 this shit is gonna be WILD

I don't think I'm going to survive this trailer ladies lol. 😅

If you all don't hear from me in 24 hours after the trailer drops, PLEASE call 9-1-1. 😄

Austin being a pleasure dom-- I didn't know I could be anymore infatuated.. but here we are.

"...my love, you know what to say, and I'm gonna suck, finger, fuck and shake that pussy until you do"

"You're gonna take my cock, darling, like a good girl"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?! Oh it PULSED when I read good girl - I'm a suCKER for praise plz Austin I just wanna be your good girl, I'll do anything... including enduring like 10 orgasms - if I HAVE to 🙄

Austin is a man that just gives, and gives, AND GIVES sumore... TENFOLD.. and I'm here for it.

No because my pelvic floor is TENSED. I'm ready, I'm waiting, I need this man on me, in me, all over me.

Thanks again @faegoddessog for the wonderful read, I could cry I need this man so much 😭

  Fantasy Come True  Ch 7/8

  Chapter 7: Confessions 

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, angst, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll), cunnilingus, fellatio, overstimulation, light restraint, fingering, light ass teasing (F. receiving), wee bit of delicious mind fuckery

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

  Chapter 7: Confessions 

You did, in fact, make it to his bed before morning was over, however you didn't make it out until much, much later.  Lying in the aftermath of being fucked mercilessly into the mattress, he asks about the scenes you are going to tape. You two spend a little time working on your scenes naked in bed. You have one dramatic  and one comedic. You run through lines and talk about character motivations. His insights and process are invaluable to you. Some analogies he makes are a little out there or just not familiar to you, but you take it all in. 

“What if,” he says, talking about your character's motivations, “she just wants to do whatever she is told because it’s THAT important to her. It’s not that she is powerless, but that she will do whatever she has to, even if it means giving over her power. But in doing that, she is freed to get what she wants. Y’know?” 

“No, I don’t get that, giving up the thing that she wants is how she gets it?” you say. 

“It's like dominant/submissive play, but without the sex, do you see?” he asks.

“Not really, I don’t think there is an undertone of sex in the scene,” you counter.

“No it’s not really about sex per se, but… it’s just an idea of how to look at the scene. How do you see it?” he asks, letting the Dom/Sub thing go. 

After, you entice him into the shower, kissing and washing each other. You are mostly just enjoying the closeness,  the touch of his hands on your skin and the feeling of being  pampered. 

“I’m in the mood for a movie, should we have some snacks and watch something?” Austin says as you are toweling off. 

“Sure, I’m down!” you say excited. You love to watch movies. 

Austin tells you to go pick something out as he puts together a plate of apples, cheeses and prosciutto.  You decide to watch Kingsman: The Secret Service, it’ll be silly and fun. He brings over two sparkling waters, the plate, and a paring knife.

You snuggle up on the couch with his back between your bare legs. You had never bothered putting your clothes back on, just a bra and panty set that you were super excited about finding, as they fit you perfectly, even if they were pricey. You are leaning up against the back of the couch. Austin, in solidarity with your penchant to wander the house in your underclothes, is also clad only in boxers. His long legs stretch onto the oversized ottoman. The plate is on his lap and Austin cuts pieces of apple and cheese, holding them and prosciutto up for you to nibble on. His warm body against your chest is heaven, the clean smell of him all encompassing. 

You have never felt so content, and yet a deep longing bubbles up from within.  THIS should be your everyday life. Comfortable sized home, man that adores you and loves to pleasure you, delicious food, the craft of acting and storytelling intertwined in everyday life. You let out a big sigh pushing away melancholy  thoughts of your supposed ‘ real life’.  Your fingers tangle gently with his hair, massaging his scalp, anchoring you to the here and now and the magic of having Austin’s skin on yours. 

“Mmm, I think I’m hungry,” he growls sexily out of the blue. 

“Hungry?” you glance at the now empty plate as he sets it aside,”What can I get from the kitchen for you babe, I’ll feed you  this time,” you offer. 

“That’s not what I’m hungry for, my amazing Princess,” he twists his head around to look up at you with a naughty smile, “but I'll take you up on feeding me.” 

He flips over onto his stomach. 

“Oh, should I pause?” you ask, picking up the remote.

“Oh no,” he pushes the ottoman away with his feet, “ you keep watching Angel.” He sinks down to his knees on the plush carpet. “I just need this irresistible pussy in my mouth,” he threads his arms under your thighs and yanks your ass to the edge of the couch,” right now.” His face is a picture of nearly animistic lust. 

Your eyes get big as he grabs the paring knife and swiftly inserts the blade on the fabric at  your hip. 

“Like, right now,” he pulls up, slicing through the fabric.

He answers the look of scandalous shock on your face with a gruff,  “I’ll replace them ten times over Princess,  I just can’t wait any longer to taste you.”  He does the same to the other side, his chest expanding with his needy breath, the fabric laying open to reveal your groomed vulva.

His urgency stokes a fire in your belly, your potential outrage at his destroying your underclothes sizzling into inflamed desire. You hadn’t been super wet before, when you were just cuddling, no more than your usual when you are with Austin. But when he grabbed and pulled you toward him, the buzzing down below commenced. When he cut your favorite panties from your body, you practically gushed. 

He nuzzles right into your mons, inhaling your scent, smiling. His tongue takes a big, long lingering taste of your lips. 

“Mmmggghhh, yes” he moans against you, eyes closed, “your juices are like heaven.” 

His head moves up and down as he laps at your labia, dipping in for growling tastes as his hands grip at your thighs, almost like a cat digging in its claws.  His tongue tantalizes as it draws teasing circles around your clit. His fingers pull you apart, revealing your sweet inner lips to his hungry tongue. 

Just the pressure of his fingers on your lips pulls a soft whining moan of anticipation from your throat.  You have one hand curled, fingers between your teeth. The other hand mutes the movie  letting it play on unheeded, before twirling his locks around your fingers. 

He lifts his eyes to yours.

“I want to make you cum in my mouth, Angel, but I’m going to take my time,” he says. A one sided, open-mouthed smile blooms on his wet lips and he winks. 

Something about his wink makes your breath melt away from you in a soft-voiced ‘unghgh’.  Your brows furrow together and all you can do is nod in agreement as his ocean eyes glimmer at you from under his long lashes. Your fingers tighten inadvertently in his hair. You feel as much as hear the little chuckle of amusement he gives against your pussy as his lips meet yours. 

Long and lightly he drags his tongue up then sucks at your clit just as lightly. It’s so soft as to be almost a tickle, but one that leaves you desperate for more. Luckily, he is here for the eating of your pussy, and willing to give you as much as you want.  

He continues his long, slow licks ending in suction on your clit until the sounds you are making and your hand fisting in his hair are clear indications that you need more.

He pushes his long finger inside you. He moans at how wet you are, how hot, how tight. 

He slides his coiling finger out and in, licking your clit lightly. 

You are sure there will be teeth marks left on your bottom lip when he closes around your clit, sucking you into the vacuum of his mouth. 

He falls into a slow rhythmic pace of licking and sucking and shifting his finger in and out with a delicious little curve of his fingertip. All the while, his soft vocalizations of pleasure drift up to your ears.  The wet smacking sounds of his suction off your clit drives you wild. He is unhurried, like he could do this for the rest of time. 

You try to inhale a big breath, but it catches up in short,  little pants. Tingling tightness loops inside you with every drag of his tongue, every immersion of his digit, every wet and sloppy sound as he sucks at your nub. 

Slowly you climb that ramp like a click-clack of a roller coaster, every moment bringing you closer to that plummet into ecstasy. Then you are there, on the cusp. Falling, falling, falling, and  he keeps his measured pace of feasting at your cunt. Your body goes tight, eyelids fluttering, vagina clamping onto his finger. Little grunts shake your body. 

Spurred on by your climax,  he pulls his finger out and buries his face in you, fingertips wrapping under and digging into your thighs. His mouth sucks greedily at your entrance, not wanting to waste a drop. 

His hips are pumping against nothing, his deep moans vibrating against you, heightening your orgasm. He looks up with dark eyes, face messy. You watch as his wet finger disappears into his mouth and he sucks all your juices off it. 

“Do you want my cum, Princess,” he says low, looking for all the world like a feral predator. 

“Yes, ple-,” is all you get out before he stands up, pulling you with him. His mouth closes over yours in a hard, salty kiss, you don’t even notice that he has turned you around in the process. 

“Far be it from me to deny my Princess what she wants.” He says against your lips. His rock hardness is pressed against your belly, you don’t remember him taking his blue boxers off. Still a little dazzled from your orgasm, you reach out to stroke him, but he grabs your wrist. 

“Now, now,  if you want it, you’ll do as I say,” his demeanor suddenly changes entirely. He seems taller and more commanding.  Your eyes narrow for a second, wondering what he’s playing at, then you recognize the line from the scene you had been working on. 

“And if I don’t?” you ask in quiet defiance, pulling out your character and the next line.

“Oh”, his look has a tinge of evil in it, ”I assure you, you’d prefer to follow my directions, Pet,” he adds the nickname to the line. 

“Now,” he lets go of you and leans back away from you, “turn around.” 

His voice and the serious look in his eye, make you lose your breath just a bit. You turn your back towards him, pressing your thighs together, still sensitive from his oral ministrations.

“Bend over,” his words are neatly whispered in your ear, “all fours.” He isn’t pulling lines from the scene now, just commanding you. Clearly he is thinking about his earlier point. 

You hear him sit down on the couch, or would if you hadn’t been gulping so hard. Why did just his tone make you clench?

“Open up further, I want to see,” you hear from behind you.

You step your knees apart.

“Wider,” you feel a finger tip brush your inner thigh, it’s like electricity zig-zagging  to your core. 

“Push those gorgeous hips back.”

You do, in sort of a puppy pose with your back arched. You feel so deliciously exposed to him. 

“Oh, that IS a pretty pussy,” he says almost to himself, then louder, “open it up for me.”

Balancing on your left arm, you reach between your legs and use your fore and middle fingers to spread apart your labia. His spit is beginning to dry on your outer lips. However, the glistening of your inner lips betrays to him how much you are turned on by being told what to do. 

‘Now, “ a little rasp of desire sneaks into his voice, “finger yourself.”

Suddenly, you feel unexpectedly hesitant, like this is pushing you out of your comfort zone for some unfathomable reason. You are fine touching yourself, even fine doing it in front of him, but there is something about being so vulnerable bent over and exposed. You are stopped in your tracks, trying to figure out why you feel this way out of the blue.

“Do you still want my cum?” you can almost hear his eyes narrowing in his voice. 

“Oh lord yes, Austin,” your tone boarding on begging. Just his name out of your mouth is scintillating. His words snap you out of your hesitation. 

You feel his thumbs hold you open, his finger splayed out over your ass and hips bones. 

“Then finger yourself,” he insists. 

You move your middle finger to slide slowly through your wetness. 

“Yes,” he breathes, “just like that. God that is beautiful.”

After a couple minutes, he leans his body over your back, his breath hot on your neck.

“Do you trust me, Pet? “ his hips tuck forward. His hard dick nudges almost lazily against your crotch.

“Yes,” your voice wavers slightly. You stop your finger movement.

“Are you sure?” you can hear his sexy smirk. You twist to look over your right shoulder at him, and are met with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The little dimple that appears over the left corner of his mouth evaporates any equivocation. 

“One hundred percent, Austin,” you give in totally. 

“That’s my good girl, my sweet Pet,” he croons sweetly in your ear. “Keep fingering yourself,” his tone back to demanding as he moves back to watch you. 

As you slide inside yourself again, rubbing over your clit.   You smile at his words, at being his good girl. 

He is petting the back of your opening, pulling at your wet, pink inner lips. You feel his finger sink in next to yours. He moves in opposition to you, when you go in he pulls out, and vice versa. Fuck, the extra friction is so good. 

Then he pulls out and up and  you feel his wet finger drag unexpectedly over your asshole. It makes you jump forward.

“Tch, I thought you trusted me,” he admonishes, grabbing your hand.

“I do, Yes, I do” you pant, “ I just…oh!” you feel his tip nudge again against your wet pussy. He gives you no time to finish your sentence. 

“Good,” is all he says as he slowly pushes in. “Ohhhh,” he lets out his breath in a long low groan. Your hand lingers, playing with his balls as he sheathes himself fully. 

His wet thumb returns to your asshole, just placed there no rubbing, no teasing.  You are still a little nervous about what he might do, you aren’t really into things in your butt. But you DO trust him, you remind yourself.  

At this angle his cock feels long, prodding your cervix, making you groan. 

“Do you want it, beautiful Angel?” his deep reverberations are almost hypnotic, “do you want my cum inside you?”

All you want is for him to fuck you into next week, but he just stays still, dick in you deep, thumb on your ass. 

‘I do, yes, give it to me baby, please,” affirming in all the ways you can think of in your Austin-addled state. 

“Give?” he questions with an incredulous smile, “ Oh no, you have to come get it, my sexy little cum slut.” The fingertips on his free hand push you slightly forward, then wrap around the front of your hip bone guiding you back. Once you get the gist he takes his hand away. 

 You can’t help but move on him. 

“That’s it, pretty Princess,” his voice is hot caramel pouring over you,”fuck it out of me.” 

Your breath leaves you with an ‘oh fuck’ as his words incite a sexual riot in you. 

On all fours, you rock back and forth in front of him, along his length. As you rock on his cock, you rub your asshole against his thumb. It’s unexpectedly good. So good, you let go being jumpy about your ass. Your body wants what it wants.

“Oh look at you,” his sexy voice rolling over you, “so greedy for my cock, so starved for my cum, and it's only been a couple hours.” His breath huffs from him in rising passion, ”grinding your ass against my thumb, all hot and wanting. Fuck you are mesmerizing, Princess.” 

He starts to lose his own control, unable to stop thrusting into you. “You make me so… fucking… hard. I just want you all the damn time.”

You are moving in synchronicity, his cock in you and you back on his cock.  His thumb is giving you that glorious friction, your fingers on your clit; it’s a whirlwind. A veritable tornado of friction, desire, perfect mind-fuckery and magic; Austin Butler magic. 

Your pussy clenches hard around him. 

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” he groans.

You hear yourself moaning loud Uhhghh’s and Ohhhh’s as you undulate in front of him. You jerk forward involuntarily as your orgasm hits you hard. 

 Austin’s hands clamp down on your hips, riding you down. There is no way he isn’t filling you with his cum now, no matter how long it takes.

 Groaning into the upholstery of the ottoman, you continue to be pounded from behind. He simultaneously holds you down and spreads your cheeks with his hands. Fucking hell, at this angle he is triggering all your buttons and you keep cumming. It’s so good. 

He sounds feral behind you.  The moans hissing out through his teeth become deep chested growls that become open voweled groans as he fucks you harder and harder. Sweat drips onto your back. 

You are losing your mind. Your fingers, trapped under you,  are twitching against your clit, you want to stop them, but just can’t quite get them to still. 

Finally he pushes in deep, muscles straining. All sound frozen in his lungs, until his deep growls and groans of satisfaction make their exodus from him to wash over you. His hips jerk pushing him just that much deeper as he empties into you. 

“I guess,” he pants just behind your ear, “I gave it to you after all.” 

“I love it,” you just barely stop yourself from saying ‘I love you’. 

Still in you, Austin rolls onto his side, clinging to you like you are the only refuge in his personal storm. You curl up in the cradle of his arms. Taron Egerton is cleverly, yet silently, kicking ass on the TV, although you are both too blissed out to give it any mind.  

When you wake up from dozing some time later. When had you fallen asleep? You find that you have rolled over in Austin’s arms to face him. He is petting your hair and holding you to him. He has a weird look on his face, like conflicting thoughts are running through his mind. Once he sees your eyes on him, he smiles big.

“Good nap?”

“Oh lord yes,” you stretch and sit up. “I’ll be right back,” you stand up, but Austin grabs your arm. 

“I mean it,” he blurts out. The words clearly by passing his conflicting thoughts and going straight to his mouth. 

“What do you mean, Austin,” your brow furrows slightly. Your hand automatically cradles his face. 

 “I meant what I said, when we were…” his eyebrows lift, conveying his meaning for him, “I want you all the time, I want you here, to stay here,  to be with me always.” 

“What?” you are dumbstruck by this sudden confession.

“Move in with me, be mine,” his hand covering yours on his face.

Your heart jumps in your chest. It’s like every dream you’ve ever had is being plopped into your lap. You blink once, twice, unsure what to say or do next. Then your bladder reminds you why you got up in the first place. 

“I need,” you gesture towards the bathroom,”be right back.” 

Sitting in his beautiful little powder room, you attempt to absorb this new information. You had literally been thinking about wanting this life. The fires of hope that spring in your heart are quickly doused by your practical mind.

 ‘Is this stable? Is it smart to leave all else behind and move in here?’ it asks. Fucking fuckity fuck. You look at yourself in the mirror.

“God dammit,” you whisper to yourself, knowing you can’t ignore her, as much as you want to.  As much as you hate it, you rely on your partner financially right now and that is, if not a satisfying life, a safe one.  Your sense of self preservation insists that you make sure this isn’t some two month infatuation that will leave you in the cold. 

As you walk back into the living room in nothing but your bra, Austin is sitting naked on the couch with his head in his hands.  The TV is off. 

You sit down in front of him on the ottoman. 

“Did I just ruin everything?” he asks, still looking at the floor. 

“Huh?” you ask, not expecting him to sound so emotional.

“I asked you to move in and you walked away,” he says looking up at you, the shadows of abandonment flitting across his face, fearful tears shining in his eyes. 

“Oh Austin, darling,” you take his face in your hands, “I just needed to pee and clean up and think for a second. You didn’t ruin anything.” You kiss him tenderly on the forehead. 

He blows out a big breath, trying to regain his composure. 

“Before you say anything, no matter your answer,  I need to tell you something, ok?” he states.  You nod.

“Remember when I told you before I was falling for you? Well, that was sort of a lie,” he admits.

Your heart falls into your stomach without warning. What the hell is going on? He wants you to stay, but as what? Just his convenient tight pussy? Someone whom he can control by ‘taking care’ of them. Would this just be out of the frying pan and into the fire? Heat rises up your tightening chest. ‘I will NOT cry when he tells me it’s a fling,’ you tell yourself resolutely. You are usually so positive, but the idea of Austin lying to you about falling for you is like a punch in the gut. You brace yourself with a big breath.

“It’s a lie because I’m already so far gone for you. I am so in love with you, my Princess,” his eyes are pleading that you’ll hear his  truth, “I know it’s not been that long, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, like I’ve just been waiting for you this whole time.” 

His words stop your internal destructive narrative in its tracks. That was NOT what you expected him to say. The look in his eyes is like a release valve for your breath. In a flash you realize you almost fell into your own trap, the one you’ve been cycling in for over a decade. 

“Oh” is all you can get out. Your mouth is trying to say words, but you are caught, in his eyes, in his hands, in his heart. You finally recover a little from your shock. 

“I love you, Austin,” the words simply slipping past anything else you thought of saying, “I’ve wanted to tell you so many times.  I love you, Austin, oh god how much,” your words tumbling out before you can stop them. 

Relief floods his face, he pulls you in. His kiss is intense. You had no idea what he had been holding back, until suddenly, he is holding nothing back. It’s like a wave of adoration and affection washes over you as he kisses you and holds you in his arms. It’s so hard to describe, like light flooding into your cells. 

He breaks the kiss and crushes you to him. 

“So you’ll stay?” he says eagerly. 

“Babe, I don’t know.” you are on the verge of tears from the yo-yo of emotions.

“What?” he responds almost incredulously before he takes a second to gather himself back in again, terrified his tender heart will get trudged upon. “Ok, what don’t you know,” he says much more calmly. 

“Do you know why I have stayed with him?” you say matter-of-factly,” Security. No, he isn’t a great lover or even a good partner, and sometimes he is an outright asshole. But I know he won’t leave me in the cold as I try my hand at this acting thing.” You ignore the counterpoint of you leaving him, but at least he won’t be in the cold, he’ll just be getting the partner he deserves. Which isn’t you. Austin is the one who deserves all your love and devotion, your thoughtfulness and caring. FUCK, how can you you say no to him, but how can you simply say yes?  How can you make this right in your head! 

“I would never leave you in the cold Princess, I am offering you security as well as everything he isn’t giving you and more.  Please,” he pleads. Even begging with unshed tears in his eyes, he is so utterly beautiful. 

“Oh god, this is hard,” you mutter to yourself, looking up at the ceiling, trying to control how topsy-turvy your emotional world just got. 

“I know, I know Austin. Please hear me when I say that there is literally no one else on this planet that I would leave for, only you. It’s always and ever only been you. It’s… “ you grab his hands, ‘no… you are everything that I want and so much more.” 

Tears spring to your eyes, knowing what you have to say next. 

“I’m sorry I can’t give you the answer you want, the one I want, not yet anyway. And I do want to, my darling, I do. I want to scream yes and go back there, gather my stuff and just walk out. The idea of this being my home, of YOU being my home? It’s intoxicating and almost scary in how perfect a dream it is.  But my practical side just won’t let me. Austin, you have to understand, I have to be sure.  I have to know that this is forever, that this,” you gesture back and forth between you, ”can provide me some stability before I drop that safety net. Once I leave him, I can’t go back and I have nowhere else I can go.” 

Miraculously, Austin is nodding, “Ok, I - I hear what you are saying. I can understand that point of view. It’s a big thing to ask of you.” He ponders in silence for a moment, gears turning in his head. “If I can prove to you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am committed to this, that your security and stability matters as much to me as it does to you, will you?”

“I would do it in a heartbeat, I want nothing more in the world, than to be yours mind, body and soul, Austin” you say, sniffling. Geeze, usually you aren’t this emotional.

“Okay, ’he nods again, “okay love, that gives me some hope to go on, something I can work towards.”

 “Something we can work towards,” you correct him. “I love giving you control over me during sex, this,” you push his hand between your legs, ”truly is your pussy, my mouth,” you kiss him, “is only for you now. But, if we are really going to go down the relationship road, I don’t want it to be based on ‘ownership’ like that. I want a partnership, where we can be of equal, if different, support for one another. I want to take care of you as much as you take care of me, y’know what I mean?”

Austin is nodding at you, his hand still pressed to your crotch. 

“I love that and I love you, my Princess,” he pulls you into his lap, wiping an escaped tear from your cheek. “It feels so good to actually tell you. I was holding it in, not wanting to scare you away.” His arm closes around you, cradling your head against his naked shoulder. 

“Austin,  how could your love ever scare me away,” you snuggle in close. 

You press his hand back between your legs, suddenly craving him, craving the comfort of sexual contact, of what you DO know, what you ARE sure of:  that his body was made for you, and yours for his. 

“Please,” you whisper in his ear, “I just want you inside me.” 

He turns towards you, brushing his cheek against your lips. “Are you sure baby?” 

“Austin Butler just told me that he loved me, yes I am sure,” you smile at him, biting your lip. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, capturing your eyes with his. His wet fingers stroke your labia.

“I DO love you,” he presses in lightly, finding your own wetness already gathering there. 

His fingers stroke you, playing around your clit. 

“And I want you,” he pushes his finger inside of you, ”to be mine...” You moan low as his thumb lazily arcs, tracing the archway of your clit. 

…forever,” he whispers in your ear. 

You melt, you pool, you ooze. You are, in this moment, almost willing to say ‘fuck security’ and never leave. Almost. 

When you cum in his lap and on his fingers, it’s to his whispered voice in your ear repeating over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

You straddle his leg to face him on the couch, gathering his face in your hands. 

“I love you Austin Butler, I love you, I’ve always loved you,” now that you have no qualms saying it outloud, you can’t seem to say it enough. 

Arms around his neck you press your lips to his, and your pussy to his leg. He flexes his muscular thigh, which pushes right up into your wet folds. You groan slightly into his mouth. His hands are on your hips pulling you towards him, then pushing you away. Your wet pussy laying down strings of slick on his skin.

It’s like some door inside you unlatched and you are suddenly horny as hell.  His sexy gaze on you and his tongue unconsciously wetting his gorgeous full bottom lip before capturing it in his teeth. His hands guiding you on him. You get so close to cumming as you ride him. You finally climb off him, panting, heart racing, unsure of what you need next to get you there.  The look you give him is so sexy and utterly debauched.

“Oh hunny,” he rumbles, “C’mon.”

He stands and pulls you into a deep kiss, takes you by the hand, walks backward to the stairs. He guides you up the first step. Now, even with his height, he kisses you again. He begins forcing you, with intense kisses, to take steps backwards up the stairs. His hands are on your breasts and your ass;  grasping, rolling, kneading. Your hands are all over him, outlining muscles, fingertips in the light hairs on his chest, rubbing his nipples with the pads of your thumbs. 

Suddenly you sit hard on the bed, you hadn’t even realized you were in the bedroom. 

“Back up and spread those legs, my Princess,” his breath is shaky trying to control his desire for you. “You are fucking incredible and enchanting,” he crawls up your body,  until he is croutching above you like a predator over its kill. “I just can't ever get enough of you, my Angel. You drive me crazy in the best ways possible.”

If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined. After this, the bedspread may need to be replaced. 

“And in case you are wondering,” his eyes and voice so full of desire, “I’m going to bring that pussy, my pussy, to so many orgasms tonight you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow,” he kisses you hard, pushing himself inside you.

He spends the entire evening and into the night making good on this promise as though it were the first step in proving just how serious he is about keeping you. You cum on his cock as he steadily thrusts into you. He cuddles you sweetly, kissing your forehead, letting your heart rate calm down. Until his hand finds its way to your crotch. You cum on his fingers as he stares deep into your eyes. He holds you tight, nibbling at your neck, kissing your sternum as it rises and falls.  He pulls your nipples into his mouth, sucking them one, then the other. He showers your belly with kisses, growling just a little as he does. Now he is settling between your knees, his tongue dipping greedily into your wet snatch. You cum on his tongue as he laps you into oblivion. 

You beg for his cock in your mouth. You suck his tip as he strokes his own shaft. You hold his base in your left hand while your right, seemingly of its own accord, plays with yourself.  It’s like you just can’t stop. As his hot milky seed spurts onto your tongue, you twitch and swallow, jerk and swallow, cum and swallow. Moaning deep as you lick up every fucking drop of his cum like it’s the nectar of the gods. 

After every orgasm, your body searches for more, you just can’t get satiated. And each time, he waits until you come down from your peak before ramping you up again. 

Late that night, you are floating in a surreal cloud of oxytocin and dopamine, time meaning nothing. Austin has you bent over the bed, your wrists are in the small of your back. His long fingered hand is wrapped around them, using them as an anchor point as he slams into you. You had begged him to go hard and deep into you and never stop.  Maybe, if he fucks you hard enough you might be done. You are moaning on the end of his dick. 

“No, I need…” you moan as you twist one hand out from his grasp. 

“What do you need, my Princess,” he pants out. 

“Over,” you twist your spine, flipping on to your back, legs wide. 

He plunges right back into you. You moan. There’s no reprieve for the wickedly horny. His hands are wrapped around the tops of your thighs, thumbs digging in. 

You hold up two fingers, his tongue licks up the pads then over, sucking your fingers and swirling his tongue. You withdraw your wet digits and press them between you.  Your clit feels huge, engorged as your fingers brush it. Your voice breathing out little yeses as you draw the invisible sigils that you know will get you there. 

He watches you. His brows furrowed together, mouth hanging open in a little ‘oh’. This is so much better, being able to see him.  He is panting, sweating, straining, doing everything in his power to make you cum yet again.  Good lord he is so unbelievably sexy, and he loves you. The thought strikes you, hard.

Suddenly the tinder catches, fire shoots deep into your core as you clench around him, erupting into flames that envelop your pelvis, your spine, your chest  up your neck and into your brain. 

 “Fuck yeah, that’s my girl!” His voice is deep, almost harsh as his hips snap harder, faster back and forth.  

You are jerking on him, your orgasm filling you, just as you expect he is going to with his cum. You remove your fingers only to have them replaced with his, light and fast rubbing side to side on your sensitive nub. 

“Nonononono!” you scream hoarsely, pushing uselessly at his hands.

“Oh yes, yes,” he says through clenched teeth.  “My pussy is getting the works tonight my love, you know what to say and I’m gonna suck, finger, fuck, and shake that pussy until you do.”

You realize he has lulled you into a comfortable cycle of orgasm, come down, relax, then back to orgasm. Now his beautifully evil plan unfolds, and you are so unbelievably sensitive. 

You try wriggling away from him, but his hand is clamped down on your thigh as he keeps fucking you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, it’s overwhelming, but oh so good. In a flash he is gone, for a split second there is nothing touching you, and your eyes shoot open, trying to breathe. Then his mouth closes over your pussy. Your breath is gone again as he pulls your clit into the vacuum of his mouth.  His tongue is merciless against you. Your hips vibrate, your hands grasp his hair. Your screams fill the room, you can’t even hear the sloppy suction of his mouth on you.

“ SS… SSS… No,no, no! STOP!” you finally cry shaking your head. He rises, immediately grasping your pussy in his large hand, shaking it, keeping you writhing. 

“No, I won’t my love, you know that,” his voice is so smooth and relaxed. The palm of his hand pressing and shaking your mons. 

Your orgasm rocks you again and again. Again and again you beg him to stop, but never use your word.  You have backed yourself up to the headboard in an effort to get away from his hands, his fingers, his mouth.  But in the next second,  you are pushing against it and towards him. Your body and mind are locked in conflict; it’s too much, it’s not enough. You are pushed so far into pleasure you don’t know how much longer you can stand it. At the same time, you never want him to stop.

“Ok Princess,” he says, getting on his knees, lifting your ankles to his shoulders,”I’m gonna fuck my sweet little pussy until I cum. Until I’m satisfied.”   His grin is nothing short of devilry as he slides, long and hard, inside you. Your body is responding without your consent, attempting to plank on his shoulders to get away from his cock. 

“Oh no you don’t, “ he pushes your hips back down, impaling you once again, “you are gonna take my cock, darling, like a good girl,” he admonishes.

He leans down, your legs sliding down his arms, your knees close to your armpits. He grabs your arms near the elbows pinning you down like a frog on its back. You can’t push him off, you don’t want to, not that your body is listening to you. It’s insane how fucking maniacally good it feels to be so overstimulated. He slides in and out experimentally in this new position. Fuck, he is deep as he slides right into your g-spot. 

Oh. Holy. Fuckballs. 

You grit your teeth, shaking your head ‘no’. 

No to him. 

No to yourself. 

You refuse to say the word until he orgasms again. You want to hear what a good girl you are, you want to be his incredible Princess, you want to take everything he can give you. 

He rails into you, grunting, growling, moaning; sounds he knows drive you wild.  You had no idea that being held down like this would be such a fucking turn on. No idea that you could feel this good for this long. You are about to give in, scream the word. When he pulls out of you and pumping his cock with his hand, spatters your pussy and your belly with thick, creamy cum. His panting groans fill the air,  his sweat drips onto your legs. You think you are home free, until his palm starts rubbing his cum into your pussy in circles.

“What a good girl you are, taking my cock so deep” he croons at you. “You want more?” He slips his finger in you, “I’ll keep going Angel, my sweet love.” 

You can’t believe he still has the energy to keep going. His thumb falls onto your clit and you just can’t anymore. 

“FUCK!  Sushi!” you cry out once.  You are fucking worn out. Your whole pelvis is buzzing and  sobs start shaking your body in an effort to process the whole fucking thing.

He stops instantly and gathers you in his arms.

“Shh, darling. My good Princess. I’m so proud of you, my good girl, my love,” he says softly against your temple. 

He is fucking amazing. 

He holds you, messy and sweaty, until your heart rate slows and your breathing evens. He holds the bottle of water as you drink, then takes you to the shower. You sit on the little bench, trying not to pass out. He cleans and dries you both quickly and tosses the ruined bedspread off the bed before tucking you into the sheets. He covers you  with a blanket he pulls out from his closet  and turns out the light. He climbs in behind you, warm body pressed against your back. 

“Good night my love. I love you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Mmm, my Austin, love you,” is all you can get out before sleep claims you.

Your eyes flutter open in the morning and you are absolutely relaxed. The revelations of yesterday slide into focus. Austin is in love with you. Austin wants you to stay with him, forever. Austin plans to show you how much your stability matters to him too. It’s like the pieces of your real life are sliding into focus and that fake unhappy life is melting away. When you think about living happily ever after with Austin, you are calm and  completely happy. Austin is breathing heavy and even behind you, still deeply asleep. When you  get up to use the bathroom you find you are definitely sore, but it’s the best kind of sore you have ever been. When you snuggle back against Austin, a little smile creeps over his face.

It takes three to forget

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), cream pie, 'sloppy seconds', cheating (but also kind of not... sorta?)

Summary: They need to forget from the terrors of the sky. She needs to forget the terrors on the ground. War is hell any way you slice it. But tonight, tonight they are gonna all reach for a little piece of heaven, all three together.

A/N: Thanks to all who voted on the perspective for this story. Third person won out 58% to 42%. For all you first person perspective lovers out there, I will take that into consideration for the next fic I write. Message me or ask me if you have any ideas for me on that front. :)

Just a wee threesome fic with MOTA Gale 'Buck' and John 'Bucky', inspired by @austinbutlerslovers Bucked and Fucked! (what a great title that is!!!)

Here is a link to my Masterlist of stories, should you be interested. Please message or comment if you'd like to be tagged in future works.

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It Takes Three to Forget

It was early in the evening on a Friday and she was sipping her drink. She liked this pub as it had ample room for dancing, unlike most traditional pubs in London. They immediately caught her eye when they entered. One was dark, one blonde and both were tall and achingly handsome and both were dressed in the pinks and greens of American officers. They were exactly what she needed, tonight of all nights. She needed to forget, and she did that best with an attractive man between her legs. And here were two gorgeous specimens that wouldn’t care that she was a war-widowed Lady of Means. 

"What do they raise those yanks on over there to make them so damn ..." her sentence peters out as she turns to the empty stools beside her.  Her companions from the WVS had already been swept away by local boys. All of them. She shrugs and prepares to fly solo. These two looked like they needed to forget too. At least one of these boys is coming home with her tonight. What was the saying:  ‘overpaid, over sexed, and thankfully for her,  over here.’

They strolled in, John was happy that he could drag his buddy out for the weekend pass, they both needed it. Needed to forget the horrors of the sky. The sky both of them had once loved so much, yet had become a place of torture that they just had to endure.

"I gotta get you laid Buck," the tall one was saying, slapping the other on the back. "I know, I know, you are loyal to a fault, but you gotta live a little in case you die. I promised her I'd take care o' you, and this counts pal."

They walk up to where she is at the bar and set down their satchels. The blonde one is closest to her. She had casually moved over, leaving her drink strategically on the bar, to create a space for them to order.  

“Whisky on the rocks and a ginger beer,” says the dark one, “what do you say, Buck.”

The blonde one, ‘Buck’ she presumes,  just shakes his head with a little smile, saying nothing. Turning he sees her, his eyes going wide almost in shock.  “Marge?” he whispers.

Dark one follows his gaze. She raises an eyebrow, thinking maybe he is just painfully shy. 

“Well damn,” says the taller, darker one, looking her up and down, “You’ll have to forgive him, Ma’am.  You are the spittin’ image of his girl back home.”

‘Buck’ won’t stop staring at her.

“Oh my,” she says “It’s ok, I understand the longing for someone,” her fingertips brush his hand understandingly, “look all you want.” Her smile is warm and kind and shoots right to his heart. 

“I’m Bucky and this is Buck.” Bucky holds out his hand to her. 

“Interesting, I’m Margaret,” she had stopped introducing herself as Viscountess Ullsworth a long time ago. War made everyone equal.  She takes his hand, he kisses it with a smile.

He is definitely charming. 

She holds her hand out to Buck, still fixed on her face. He shakes his head slightly, finally blinking and coming to his senses.

“Gale, my name is Gale, Major Gale Cleven Ma’am,” his voice is deep and smooth.  

“Well Gale Cleven, Major,” she reaches for her drink and sidles between them, “where is home?” She inhales their cologne, American men smell so good.  Bucky downs his whisky then asks for a double. 

After a few minutes of introductory talk, she turns to Gale. 

“Care to take ‘your girl’ for a spin around the dance floor?” she asks boldly.

“Oh no, he doesn't dance, hates it even. But I love to dance,” says Bucky before Gale can even open his mouth.  He leaves his full drink on the bar and offers his hand to her. 

“Yeah, just don’t let him sing.” Gale smiles. His face brightens as he teases his friend. She likes it, his face like that.  Maybe she shouldn’t try to break this pretty pair up for the night.

“You look good with a smile. Don't you go anywhere” she says to Gale. 

He raises his ginger beer to them as Bucky sweeps her out on the dance floor. He is actually a lovely dancer, not all of the American’s know how to dance. He is fun as well as charming. 

“Are you two in London for the weekend?” she asks as a slow song starts and he wraps his hands around her waist. 

“Yeah, we needed a break,” he says, “flying in war is…. .” he lets the sentence drop. There is no way to make anyone understand the things they have endured. 

“Ah, pilots.” she nods knowingly. “Well that’s completely understandable,” she tries not to think of her own witnessed horrors. “Do you have somewhere you are staying?” 

“Um… not yet, I know a place nearby. We were just stopping in to get drinks first, y’know how it is.” he says shrugging.  “I didn’t expect to run into someone like you, not yet anyway.” 

“What is your given name?” she asks suddenly. 

“Oh, well, it’s John, John Eagan, also Major,” he smiles, mimicking Buck from earlier. 

“Well John,” she ventures boldly, “I overheard you saying he needed to get laid,“ she glances at Gale, he is staring them down. She can’t tell if he’s mad or yearning. 

“Oh uh… sorry about that Ma’am” suddenly less boisterous, realizing he’s talking to a lady, wondering if all his dancing would be in vain, if she was actually interested in Buck. 

“Oh no, nothing to be sorry about. It’s fucking war. To be honest, I also am looking for more intimate company tonight.” She looks him in the eye unabashedly “And I wonder if you need it too. You have ghosts in your eyes John, nearly the same as he does.” She brushes a longer hair back from his forehead. 

“Since we is bein’ honest, yeah, I do. Fucking war,” he slips easily into the vernacular figuring since she cursed first, she brought it up, it’d be ok. 

“Maybe we” looking pointedly at Gale then back to him, “can all help one another?” 

“Wait, like all threes of us? Like at once?” he feigns shock, but  really his heart leaps in excitement. He isn’t really sure why.

“I know how French of me, but I have a lot to forget about tonight and could use more than one… distraction.” 

“Forgive me, but I have to ask, you’re not like a prostitute, are you?” his eyebrows raise, unsure that he should have said it the second it popped from his mouth.

She giggles, other women would be offended, but not her, she’s been through far too much. 

“No, I’m just …. needy today,” is all she can reply. Thinking they don’t need to know about how a year ago this night was when her home was bombed, when she lost everyone that mattered to her, her mom, her husband. The day that caused her devastating miscarriage and subsequent infertility, according to the doctors. She literally has no one left, only the money and country house, where she refuses to go. Refuses because the war effort isn’t there, it’s here, in London. 

“Well that's a brainchild if I ever heard one. I don’t know if we can get Buck on board, but hell, it’s fucking war, we might as well try.” He spins her around with a wide grin. 

“Well, you’ll have to follow my lead, John. Do you think you can do that?,” she says, laughing as he dips her. 

Gale was watching the doppelganger of his girl dance with his best friend. He was confused, pulled in more than one direction. His heart was swelling to see her face in real life, his cock was too. He was jealous that Bucky was holding her waist, leaning down to talk with her. God she even smelled like Margorie, it was uncanny. But his logic was saying it wasn’t her, it was some Brit gal, her voice didn’t sound a thing like his darling, all high class. But lord how he wanted her. He had never been so conflicted in his life. He turns, spies Bucky’s double and without thinking, gulps it down. Making a shuddering face, he orders another, slams it too. He wonders what the hell he was doing, he never drank. He orders another leaving it for Bucky and pays for all the drinks. 

Laughing, they meander back to Gale, his ginger beer in hand. He smiles at her, taking a deep breath. Bucky throws back his double, glancing at Gale. 

“Are you sure you don't want to dance?” She offers again to Gale, a gentle hand on his arm, “we could go slow, just the old hug and shuffle.”

Her smile is kind, warm,  and caring. She is everything he is missing right now. 

“Uh no,.. No Ma’am, thank you,” he can feel the alcohol seeping into his brain. 

“Please I’m tired of formality, it’s Margaret or Margie for short,”  she says. 

Gale, who had taken refuge in a big swig of his ginger beer, spits it out all over the fronts of both his companions. 

“What the fu-” John blurts out. 

Margie starts laughing.

Gale is too shocked to be embarrassed at first. That this woman, who LOOKED like his darling Margorie, smelled like her, moved like her, had the same nickname too? This was more than just coincidental. It was uncanny, bizarre and maybe, just maybe a sign that he really did need this R&R. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry Ma’am,” he reaches into his pocket and hands her his handkerchief. She blots her decollete and down the front of her dress. He watches as she wipes between her breasts, unable to stop thinking about how much he’d like to help her with that. 

John is whipping out his own handkerchief and with soft curses trying to clean himself too. He gives Buck a look of exasperation. He knows why it happened, but that didn't mean he liked it. 

“Alright gentleman,” she bends down and picks up their satchels, passing them to John. She loops her arms in each of theirs, “come on.” She marches them both out the door of the club. Gale is too stunned to protest, plus he is starting to feel the alcohol. Bucky is already one hundred percent in for whatever she has in mind. 

She guides them down the street  and around the corner about a block and a half. She stops at a door, opens it and waves them in after her. “Wait,” says Gale finally, holding the door for her, “where are we going.”

“My flat” she says simply, pointing up.

John pats his buddy’s shoulder reassuringly. Gale shrugs and follows her inside.Gale isn’t sure what he’s doing, but following the swish of Margaret's skirt up the stairs stills all his doubts. 

“Make yourselves comfortable,” she says. Gale sits down on the arm of the couch, while John starts to unbutton his wet jacket.  

“Here let me,” Margaret says, pulling his jacket from his wide shoulders,”I can wash it out.” She turns her back to Gale, “unzip me.” It’s not a request. 

Gale’s fingers shake a little as he pulls at her zipper. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Is what he should be asking himself, but tipsy Gale can only think of her creamy skin under his fingers, on his lips, under his body.

She walks toward the kitchen, her dress gaping at her back and slowly slipping down her shoulders. 

She slips off her dress and sets it and his jacket to quickly soak in the sink. 

“It may take a while to dry,” she calls out. “You know, London weather and all.” 

“That’s alright,” John calls back, “we got no plans.” 

 When she emerges in just her underthings, the boys are silent.

“Um, can I use the bathroom?” says Gale, trying and failing to not stare.

“Yes, it’s through the bedroom,” she says, nonplussed. 

Gale looks at John, who is uncannily quiet. John just shrugs and motions toward the bedroom. 

Gale blows out a big breath, shakes his head and goes. 

“You look delectable,” says John. 

“Thank you,” she steps closer to him, “It’s only polite to match your hostess,” she says, loosening his tie.  

“Yes Ma’am,” he says with a smile, yanking the tie off and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Let’s surprise him,” she says and motions towards the bedroom. He follows, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. 

Gale is looking at himself in the mirror as he washes his hands. Seeing Margret in her underwear was so breathtaking. His cock immediately got hard.  His thoughts are running rampant. 

‘It’s not her,’ he keeps telling himself, ‘It’s not Margorie. But it IS her, it might as well be her. Let Bucky have her, leave and let him fuck her. Go find a room and stay there, get sleep, rest, read a book.  Shit 4 shots in as many minutes is 4 too many. What was I thinking?’ 

He is feeling warm, so he takes his jacket off. The picture of John and Margorie naked together flashes in his now drunk mind. He thinks he should be pissed at the idea, but weirdly, it’s arousing. No, that is just wrong. But the two people he loves best in the world? 

“How could that be wrong? It’s not, it’s not at all, as long as I could be there too,” he tells his reflection. 

Why is he having these thoughts? This Margaret out there is a lady, she’d never do such a thing.  It’s crazy. He definitely should not stay. 

“Gale,” he points to himself in the mirror, ”you are gonna walk out of here say goodnight and leave them to each other.” He nods in the mirror and opens the door.

It’s like he stepped into his own crazy fantasy world. There, not 3 steps from him and blocking his speedy exit is Bucky, in his shorts and nothing else. Margie is in his arms kissing him. Her back is to him and she is clad in nothing but loose panties, a bra and a coveted pair of what looks like actual nylon stockings. He stood staring at the two up and down for a long minute. He is kicking himself to leave, but he just can’t move. Hearing the door open, she pulls away from Bucky, turns and takes one step towards him. 

“You are overdressed,” she says gently and softly, pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He is mesmerized by her as she undresses him and makes no move to stop her. 

Shirt and tie fall to the floor, white undershirt over his head. John is just rubbing up and down her back an arms length away. 

“Let me make the moves, you hang back and shut up, though I can tell it’s not your forte,” she had told John, just before she pressed those gorgeous lips to his. It’s like he was kissing Buck’s girl, but not at all. Marge was sweet, but not bold like Margaret. God, if he could find a way, he’d never let her go. He starts to get a glimpse into why Buck was so devoted to his Marge. 

She slides a hand up Gale’s chest and around his neck. Her lips are inches from his own. 

“May I?” she says, eyes flitting between his plush lips and his blue eyes. 

He closes the gap, giving in to his imagination, to his fantasy.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows it’s not her. But  fuck it, right now, it’s her.  His arms pull her close as he inhales through his nose. Their lips move in concert, she probes gently with her tongue and meets his own doing the same. She thinks she tastes whisky on his tongue. Which is odd, John said he didn't drink.  But who knows, she didn’t mind a little liquid courage. 

Her hands run down his naked chest, and land on the top button of his trousers. Her fingers deftly undoing them as he deepens the kiss. Her fingers lightly brush his already hard cock through the fabric. 

He moans softly into her mouth as she peels off his bottom layers, teasing him with her fingers. He automatically toes off his shoes.  He is so lost in her kiss, he doesn't even care that his shorts are off, that all he has on are his GI issued socks, or that his best friend is watching all this. He only cares that his hands are full of Margie. 

She pulls away, looking down at his free cock. It’s long and hard and beautiful. She immediately knows she wants it inside her. His eyes are half lidded with desire. His tongue runs over his lips as if to catch the feel of her on his tongue again. 

She holds his hands to her waist, turning to face John. He was still being a good boy and following her directions to keep quiet and let her draw Gale in. John had removed his shorts in solidarity with Gale. His cock was gorgeous too, thicker than Gale’s and just as long, he too, was hard and ready for her.  Standing now between them, she could see just how big a man John was. Alone, Gale was tall, with a lovely set of muscled shoulders and gorgeously trim. Next to John’s wide shoulders and extra two or three inches in height, Gale looks almost small. She wanted them both so much it made her pussy weep.   She reaches for John and he is immediately in her arms with a mouth hungry for her own. 

How different these two kiss. John is full of fire and wanting. Gale is soft, slow and needy. She likes the juxtaposition. 

Margaret brings on hand down to cover Gale’s. His thumbs slip under her waistband. Cocking to one side, she pulls his hand and her panties down over one hip. Gale gets the drift and slowly drags her silken panties down, exposing her naked ass to him. Well, naked but for the garter belt that held up her stockings. Her panties puddle at her feet and she steps out of them, already having kicked off her shoes in the sitting room. 

Gale’s hands run up the perfect line in her stocking. Fuck, they actualy were real, not painted on. He fucking loves stockings, especially their removal.  He’s not seen enough of them, with the war making them so scarce. He was turned on already, but this skyrockets him. 

John’s kiss becomes insistent. His body presses up against hers. His cock nudges the fronts of her legs, leaving little wet dots from his precum. She pulls away,  mouthing the word ‘patience’, then smiling deviously at him.

“Gale, will you roll my stockings down?” she asks sweetly over her shoulder. Only men who love stockings run their hands over them like that. 

“God yes,” he breathes. How did she know?

With practiced ease, he undoes the clips with a pinch and snap of his fingers and slowly begins to roll down her nylons, relishing every inch.  His breath is hot on the back of her legs as he plants kisses all the way down each leg. 

Meanwhile, she holds John's face in her hands, their mouths now familiar enough to feel free opening to one another. One hand embraces the back of his neck, fingertips in his hair. The other lands on his strong back.  His arms are under hers, his large hands wrapped onto her shoulders from behind. Their tongues play against one another lazily as she sucks on his bottom lip.  She reaches towards her back,  to the clasp of her bra. 

“No, let me,” he whispers against her lips, grabbing her hand.

He reaches one handed and undoes her bra, releasing her tits. He runs his hands around her ribs, massaging where the band had dug in. 

She sighs in pleasure. 

Gale unhooks the garter belt, laying it on the dresser aside the two perfectly rolled nylons. Her bra dangles from her elbows. John slides it off and hands it to Gale. So far the two men have not made any sort of eye contact, both fearing it would break the spell. 

She had never before been so turned on. Having her most intimate clothing slowly removed by two gorgeous, naked men who know exactly what they are doing? Yes please, any and every day. 

She turns toward Gale, raising one hand to his check as he stands up. 

“Thank you” she breathes against his soft, plush lips. 

She is standing  sideways between them, one hand on each man. John's hand is rubbing lightly along the seam of her pussy lips. Her muff is trimmed down short. He is not surprised to find wetness seeping between them. His fingers glide in between her wet lips to taste the heat inside her. She lets out a wavering little moan. 

Gale’s fingertips are tracing her ribs. She pulls his hand up to her breast, encouraging him. The rumble in his throat and the way his hand kneads her, shoots tingles to her core. She breaks the kiss and turns her head to John.  She grabs his chin, and pulls him down to her. Each of their hands are on her ass cheeks, gripping.  The stretching of her ass between them is delectable. A shiver runs down her spine.  

She lets go of John’s chin, still kissing him and  trailing fingertips down his chest to his cock. She wraps her hand around him, lord she hadn’t realized how big he actually was. He groans in his chest at her touch. Gale is planting kisses on her neck and shoulders. She can feel his cock rubbing against her thigh. 

She pushes John to sit on the bed, just behind him. He plops down unceremoniously. She turns to face him, keeping one hand on Gale, so he knows she hasn’t forgotten him.  

Keeping Gale’s hand glued to her ass, she bends over, pushing John to lay down. Her face lowers toward his groin. Her hand looks small wrapped around him. She licks her lips, making them glisten with spit. She pushes her mouth over his tip. She finds she can fit him in her mouth,  but there isn’t much room for error. She sucks up, moving her mouth on him, pushing him as deep as she can. Her mouth is so full of him. 

Holy mackerel! He’s not met many women who could be convinced to suck a cock, especially when  faced with HIS cock, and here she is just doting it.  She was a fucking icing expert. 

Margie arches back, expecting Gale to push his cock into her, she is wet enough  and ready for him. Instead,  she feels both of his hands on her ass pulling her apart and his tongue lapping against her labia.  She is astonished when she feels his fingers rub circles around her clit.  A man that actually knows how to please a woman is a rare find indeed.  She moans around John's cock in response. Her spit runs in rivulets down his shaft. She slides her hand up and down him under her mouth.  With her mouth stuffed and an attentive man  between her legs,she starts to feel a tightening inside.  Her moans get louder, reverberating in her chest.

John’s hands alight on her shoulders, not wanting to force her head down. His hips start to pulse up into her mouth of their own accord. 

Gale is rubbing her clit faster, his long tongue dipping into her folds as far as he can, tongue fucking her. He loves the taste of pussy, would pick eating it over fucking it, if he had to choose just one.  Not that he doesn’t plan on driving himself deep into her. He just  misses the sweet taste of pussy on his tongue. 

God she is so close to exploding. Her hips are rocking back and forth, wanting Gale deeper, wanting his cock. She seems to pull away from him and  his hand locks onto her thigh, pulling her towards him. He growls into her pussy. She realizes he is enjoying this as much as she is and holy hell, is that hot. 

She pulls off Johns cock just enough to say over her shoulder,”Fuck me please, Gale”

“Oh sweetheart, I will, but I need that sweet juice in my mouth.” he says. It’s the longest sentence he’s uttered since they met.

He flips onto his back on the floor, pulling her knees to either side of his head. “Sit that kitty right down here on my face. God I love it.” 

He wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her lips apart with his fingers as she nestles her clit down onto his tongue. 

John sits up, his cock still in her hand, and moves to the edge of the bed. He watches his best friend suck and lick her pussy. He can see the cockstand he has, nearly as big as his own. Huh, things he didn’t know about Buck. He had always wanted to try it, eating a girl out,  but was a little intimidated. Just watching her eyes roll back in her head and hearing her moans, he bet that Buck was pretty good at it. He’d have to ask for pointers some time. Then her mouth was on his dick again, her head bobbing up and down in time with her hand. She knew what she was doing too and seemed to really love it. Spit was dripping off his balls and onto the floor near Bucks’ head. He could feel his balls tightening. He breathes deep, controling his urge to paint her tonsils. 

This must be a hedonistic dream, she decides. Gale starts sucking her clit hard, his thumb pushing at the entrance. She nearly comes unglued, it feels so good, almost too good.  Her body jerks away, afraid she had to pee. But Gale has a lock on her hips and won’t let her leave his mouth. He doubles down on his tongue-lashing of her clit, sucking and licking hard. Suddenly, she is keening, John’s cock still crowding her mouth.  Her spine undulates and she shivers.

Her dam breaks and she floods into Gale’s mouth and on his chin, little runnels of her sweet juices running down his neck. He groans into her, he might cum right here.  He laps and laps at her, sucking the sweet fluid from her tight little slit. Moans of pleasure rumble in his chest. 

She pulls off of John’s cock, panting. Jesus did he know what he was about. She dismounts from Gale’s face. He sits up, wiping his chin and spins around with a growl. The smell of her sex was flooding the room. 

John and Gale glance quickly at one another. In a split second, they each know the question and John gives the answer with a little nod of acquiescence and a tilt of his eyes at Margie. He loves Buck in ways he can’t explain, he’d never deny him such a real pleasure. 

Margaret is still panting when John pulls her up from her knees, laying her onto the bed next to him so his best friend can take her pussy. He wraps his arm around her neck, making a pillow of his bicep for her. He leans down and kisses her beautifully dirty mouth. 

Gale hovers over her, his cock head nudging her lips. He closes his mouth over one, then the other of her nipples, tonguing them and sucking them in turn.  He realizes as they stiffen, that even her nipples were the same. 

Margie's lips and tongue engage with John’s while her legs open invitingly to Gale, begging for him. She reaches, guiding him with one hand, rubbing his tip onto her wet folds. He pushes, she groans into John’s mouth as he enters her, stretching her gorgeously.  Gales closes his eyes, giving himself over to pleasure. 

She pulls him in with her hand on his ass. Her other hand is in John's lap, stroking his wet cock. His hips press up, fucking into her hand.

The men are so lost in the moment, so lost in this woman,  that when their legs rub against one another, they barely notice. Or if they did, they just don’t care.

When his eyes open, Gale watches his best friend in the whole world kiss her, kiss his girl as he plunges inside her. It’s like a heaven he didn’t know existed, having these two most important people in his life sharing such an intimate moment.  He truly has forgotten she’s not actually Marge. She turns her head from John to smile at Gale. She lets go of John’s cock to pull Gale down to her mouth for a demanding kiss. He returns her kiss with equal fervor. John snakes his arm out from under her neck. 

Gale tucks his head down into the crook of her neck.

“My love, my darling”  he breathes just barely a whisper.  His hips tuck as he moves in her.  

Seeing their intimacy, John backs away, just wanting to give them a moment. Margie's hand reaches out and grabs his leg at the same moment Gale grabs his wrist. Gales fingers dig in hard for just a moment before letting go. It’s clear that neither of them want him far away. 

Gale  pounds into her. She grasps John’s hand and clings to Gale with the other. 

“Yes, oh god yes.” She whispers in his ear.

He slows, pushing up to look at her. His blue eyes blown to nearly black, his breath merely a shaky pant. 

“No, don’t stop,” she nearly whines. 

“I’m gonna…” His eyebrows drawn together with a question.

“S’ok, I can’t” she says, knowing the question.  No man of this caliber wants to think there is some child out there with his eyes that he isn’t gonna get a hand in raising. 

“Oh hunny,” he saw the look of pain flash in her eyes, covered quickly with a smile. 

The look on his face just before he kisses her is one, not of pity, but of empathy. He thrusts into her,  giving her this, at least. He stares into her eyes, holding her head as fucks her harder and harder. His jaw tightens and his forehead creases. He grunts, his eyes shutter closed as his hips stutter. He covers John’s and Margaret’s grasped hands in his, squeezing as he cums, emptying deep, deep inside her, groaning softly. 

Gale lays with his forehead on hers for a moment, his breath recovering. It dawns on him that he’s never cum inside before, not like that anyway.

“Thank you,” he whispers to her. 

“Oh, I am nowhere near done with you yet,” she smiles as he rolls to the side, slipping himself out of her.  She tugs on John’s hand, looking at him with an arched eyebrow. Something has ignited in her, she wants,- no- she needs more. The weight on the mattress shifts and John kneels between her legs without question.  The fact that Buck’s cum is dripping from her is no obstacle to him. In fact, it’s hot as hell. 

He had watched Buck on her. He stroked his cock as her hand dug into Gale’s shoulder and as his hips rose and fell between her legs. He could barely breathe for being so turned on as Buck’s pelvis tucked and his glutes flexed as he came, gripping his own hand. Hearing his soft vocalizations and her sweet moans was fuel to his fire. Being a witness to this lovemaking was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. 

John looks askance at Margaret as he survey’s her swollen pussy, easy to see the wetness with her extra-short ‘short and curlies’. Women who groom their pubic hair only do it for one of two reasons; they are selling it or they actually like it. 

“Please,” is all she says.

He grasps her thighs and pulls her hips up onto his lap. She lets out a little squeal, not expecting to be so manhandled.

Gale moves his legs out of the way as Bucky pulls her toward him, meaning to give them space, the way Bucky had.  He tries to keep his eyes solely on Margaret, he can’t help but want to watch as his best friend lines his substantial johnson.  God it’s hot,  hot in ways he had never imagined, to watch as Buck slowly spreads her lips with his dick. Even though he just shot his load, he feels himself wanting her again. He glances up at Bucky, They lock eyes for just a second. Each catching the intensity of one another’s gaze. Bucky just nods.

“Can I kiss you while… “ he tilts his chin towards their joined crotches. 

“You better,”  is all she says, reaching for his neck.  Propped up on his elbow, he cradles her head. Her kiss is insistent, intense. She is far past niceties. He swallows her little moans as John presses forward slowly.

Holy Mother of Saints, John feels far bigger than he looks, even after being in her mouth. Her tight little lips distend around his head. He is towering over her. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her hand grasping at his thigh, she descends into that narrow gap between pleasure and pain. Thankfully, Gale’s lovely cock had prepped her, what it must be like to go from nothing to John must be intense. Maybe she’ll get to try it someday. 

Gale continues to kiss her face and neck as John slides into her fully,  stretching her that much more. 

“Oh my god,” her eyes widen as he moves slowly in her. Her grip tightens on Gale’s neck. Gale’s fingertips lightly drag over her nipples.

John is watching himself slide in and out of her, his big hands clutching to her hips for leverage.  He knows how big he is, he knows he needs to go slow at first, let them get used to him. Gale having her first was perfect, she was ready and so wet. She molded to him quickly. ‘God damn, pussies are fucking amazing!’ he thinks to himself.

Margaret’s free hand migrates to Gale’s cock, she wants to make him hard again, wants more. As her hand closes over his cock, Gale shakes his head with a tiny curl of his beautiful full lips. 

“No hunny, this is about you right now,” his voice is like honey’d whisky in her ear.

Her spine shivers. He gently moves her hand off him.  Lacing his fingers in hers he brings her hand up and kisses it leaving it wrapped around his neck. Then he drags his hand down  between her breasts and over her belly. His eyes flickering between her mouth and her eyes. He suddenly closes the gap and his tongue is deliciously in her mouth again. 

John watches as Gale's hand slides downwards. He comes dangerously close to John’s dick, but alights on a spot right above her opening. He would never admit it out loud, but he wishes Gale hadn’t stopped, that his fingers were encircling his dick as he plunged in and out of her sweet pussy. Instead, Gale’s fingertips start rubbing in little circles on the nodule of flesh there. John starts to fuck her faster. 

The angle at which John is fucking her is intense, rubbing against a place inside her that she’s never felt before.  Gale’s fingers and mouth, John’s cock and the positioning inside her, it is the perfect storm. Oh god she never knew it could be like this! An orgasm like no other is building in her.

“Yeah, that’s it Margie, cum on his cock for me,” Gale finds himself saying to her. He loves to see a woman pleasured well. 

His words send her over the edge and she is in the throes of pure ecstasy. She starts going wild, hips jerking, fist torturing the sheets at John’s knees. She is screaming into Gale’s shoulder, her nails biting little moons on his skin. His voice is steady, a continual string of murmured words urging her on. 

“C’mon baby, you can do it. Yes ,there ya go, that’s it.  God you are so gorgeous when you cum,” he doesn’t even realize he is doing it. 

John can feel her pussy fluttering around him in a way he’s never felt before. Then his balls are wet with her juices. She squirms away from him, legs pushing against him.  He lets go of her, suddenly worried that he hurt her somehow. 

“Geeze, are you ok?” he blurts out. 

She doesn’t answer, panting, shaking. 

He looks at Gale with something like panic in his eyes. Gale, who is grinning like a cat that got into the cream, just nods. It dawns on John, that he’s never seen a woman cum like that before.

Once she catches her breath, her eyes flutter open.

“Geeze boys,” she lifts a corner of her mouth, flicking her eyes between them.  “that was… wow.” 

She looks up at John, seeing his erection still rock hard and the slight disquiet on his face. She sits up and pulls him into a deep kiss to reassure him. Her hand strays to his cock. 

“Please John, '' she says against his mouth, “please put this back in me, you feel so good.  Will you finish in me?”  The question is rhetorical, but he nods anyway, his blue eyes black with desire.  She rolls over in front of him, back to him and is on her knees. She dislodges her crumpled ribbon from her disheveled hair and pulls it quickly back into a knot at the back of her head. With expert fingers, she ties the ribbon around it, prepping for what it is she wants now. 

 “And you, sir,” she motions for Gale to sit up by the headboard, “I want you in my mouth.” The fact that he is hard again is not lost on her. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that darlin’,” he shakes his head, shy all of a sudden.

Her eyebrows shoot up. Her hand lands on her hips. John’s hands are already on her tits, his lips on her exposed neck. 

“Are you denying a lady what she wants, and here I thought you were a gentleman.” she points insistently where she wants him to go. John gives him a look over her shoulder that says, ‘she’s right.’

“Well, now,” he says placatingly, “ since you put it that way.” 

Watching John fondle her nipples from behind was tantalizing.  He adjusts his body to be right in front of her and he leans back against the headboard. He’s never had his dick licked and is both excited and nervous all of a sudden. 

John is nearly shaking with need as she pushes her ass back against him and leans down to all fours over Gale’s lap. 

“That’s better” she murmurs, wetting her lips. Holding his shaft in her fist. Her tongue rims his tip, then her mouth covers his head.

He gasps a little as she sucks, pulling her head away.  She dives back again, her tongue waving on his underside.

“Oh my god” he moans, his head and eyes tilting back. 

John takes a moment, watching her work Buck’s cock. Jesus this woman was hot to trot. His thumbs peel her cheeks apart, his tip rubbing against her lip as his dick finds its way into her. 

She moans on Gale’s cock as John’s dick spreads her again. John is tentative with his thrusts at first, but she pushes back to him, her body willing him to go harder. 

He does. In fact he becomes the engine pushing into her and subsequently,  fucking her mouth onto Buck’s cock.

‘It’s nearly like fucking Buck,’ the thought flashes in John’s mind. It fires him up so much he can’t even begin to judge the taboo. He starts pumping into her, watching her slide onto Buck’s dick. 

John is fucking her so hard that her ribbon is worming it’s way out of her hair. Gale pulls it  and her hair back from her face and into his fist. Her spit is dripping down and covering his balls. He can feel the back of her throat contract on his tip as she is thrusted onto him. 

The slap of John’a hips on her ass and her full-mouthed moans are only punctuated by soft grunts from the pair of them.

John speeds up, feeling his balls tighten. His grunts become groans. A tingle spreads across his thighs and belly. His groans become loud,  open-vowel growls.  His fingertips dig into her hips, likely to leave bruises. His face goes red and his neck muscles pop as his orgasm rockets from him and into her. He cums hard and loud, full stop. 

Her eyes flutter as John cums hard in her pussy. She is still sucking Gale, bobbing her head up and down. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit, his shaft and his balls. 

“Oh god don’t stop,” she says into Gale’s dick like a microphone. 

John feels her hands and reaches under her, rubbing about where he reckons Buck was earlier. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she moans, then plunges back onto Gale’s waiting dick. 

Holy smokes this dame gives as good as she gets. John keeps sliding his cock in her, though not as rough. He’s not sure how much more he can take this overstimulation. What a glorious problem to have. 

Gale’s hips are starting to pulse of their own accord, his cock wanting deeper in her mouth. She gags just a little but keeps going.

It doesn’t take her too long, keyed up as she is. When she cums her  hips wind in circles on John. Her muscles clutch at him from the inside and he pulls out, unable to take it any longer.

Gale is whispering “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” over and over as she dashes her mouth and hand up and down on him. She is fucking magnificent. She shakes and shivers, vibrating his tip with her moans. The sight and sound of her pushes Gale over the edge. 

“Oh fuck- I’m gonna…” He tries to pull out of her mouth, thinking he shouldn’t let loose into her mouth, but she chases his cock slurping hard. He gives in, thrusting deeper into her throat. He groans, shooting his cum into her mouth. She swallows greedily. 

When she pulls slowly off him, sucking him clean, his shaky hand brushes a stray hand away from her face. 

“Oh my lord,” he pants softly.  

It’s still her. It will always be her in his mind, forever and a day. He gathers her up to him. Holding her against his chest, he tries not to cry, simply overwhelmed with so much emotion.  

John, having collapsed next to her, wraps one arm around her waist, spooning her lower half and planting soft kisses down her back. She laces a hand through each of theirs, content. Gale moves his arm, letting John snuggle up to her. She doesn't see him drape his arm around John too, holding them both. 

For a few hours, at least, they all forgot. Margret forgot she was alone in the world, John forgot the horrors of the sky, and Gale, well, he forgot how much his heart ached. 

They all slept soundly in a pile of loving arms and legs. In the morning they forgot on the breakfast table and later again on the sofa. That evening, they were going to go dancing, but were too busy forgetting again. They tried to get out and see some of London on Sunday, but out there was the war, so they turned back around and forgot one more time before the boys had to leave. It was one hell of a weekend pass. 

How Buck reconciled it in his head, Bucky never guessed. He had seen him down those two drinks and knew he was three sheets to the wind. But that didn’t explain all weekend. They never once spoke of it, of the nights and days they spent together in her arms. John did notice, though, that after the war, he never once called his wife Margie, only ever Marge or Margorie.

John tried to find Margaret again, but it was like she had vanished. They would never know the real gift they gave her that weekend and she would never know which of their blue eyes it was that she cooed to, sang to, and loved with every fiber of her being. Little Johnathan Gale would never know either. 

I'm thinking, what nefarious activities you doing before bed SIR

I honestly couldn't disagree with him more about this though.. I get it, I work long hours throughout the day too and work up a sweat, so a shower before bed is a MUST... and the feeling of a clean bed is actually orgasmic-

But the best feeling is a shower early in the morning with the sun of my face, blasting summer BANGERSSS

Club Tropicana, Love Shack, Sweat LaLaLa, Summertime (Fresh Prince) - I never feel more aliiive haha

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You know what? I wasn't even thinking about Austin's comment in this way when I first saw this interview, but now that she mentions it, this woman has a point! 😄

Idk how Drew was able to handle him and that gaze... and his face... and the way he was talking about showering before bed 👀 🫣 The way he said it 😩

"You know that feeling?"

I'd be like:

I 2nd this,

I push the trolley and he carries everything back to the car 😅

Just a bit of old fashioned chivalry, that's all I ask for :')

Ofcourse I'll drive to make up, but if he drives I'll make sure I feed him smth of whatever we've bought, lookin after my manz ofcoursssse

This should be forbidden. It's a safety issue...

I need to do groceries with this man... I would be banned for life from any store tho...