Author’s Note: This is the second part of my newest series of erotica, “Those That Know”, and my first piece since hearing about the passing of Rush drummer and lyricist, Neil Peart. I’m not a big one on celebrity culture, but my regular readers will know that Neil will now hold a place for me along with the likes of Douglas Adams and George Carlin. Although the words below have little to do with that (mostly), I wanted to mention this having found the prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday, “Time Keeping”, well…er…well timed.

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Millie looked at the two erections in front of her. Her naked body was positioned on a comfy chair. She sat with legs together, specifically so her knees would fit between the two men, and her hands on her lap while she waited for a recommendation. “So which one first?”

Greg grinned down at her, his eyes big, brown and inviting.

Harvey glanced up at Greg, and then down at her. “I feel like I should write a Haiku to commemorate this.”

“Wait,” Millie said and pointed up at Harvey. “Wasn’t your name Carter last week?”

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Harvey’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah, the author seems to have changed my name.”

“Sucks to be you,” Greg said with a chuckle. “Hold on. A Haiku? Why the fuck would we use a Haiku for this?”

“The author?” Vanessa sat on a chair opposite Millie.

The other three all looked at Vanessa with a mix of shock and pleasured surprise.

“A fourth? The writer added a fourth,” Greg said to break the silence.

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“Who’s the author?” Vanessa repeated. She reached up and swatted at Harvey’s erection before giggling as it bounced up and down. Her eyes met Millie’s. “Holy fuck, you are hot.”

Millie felt her cheeks go red immediately. “Thank you, I…”

Vanessa cut her off as she leaned forward, pushing past the two cocks standing at attention to plant a solid kiss on Millie’s lips.

As a response, Millie opened her lips and found her tongue dancing happily with Vanessa’s.

The two men glanced at each other but remained silent.

After their long kiss, Millie pulled back with a smile. “We’ll give them dinner and a show.” She wrapped her hand around Harvey’s cock and kissed the tip, hard.

Vanessa did the same to Greg’s.

“I like this writer,” Greg said.

“Yeah,” Harvey agreed in a more pleasured groan than voice. “What’s not to like?”

Both women’s heads bobbed to an imaginary beat as they worshipped each respective erection.

Vanessa pulled back, giving the tip of Harvey’s cock one final long lick. “Swap?”

“Why not?” Millie asked.

The two women traded erections and repeated their process.

After a few more moments, Millie released hers and sat back.

Vanessa responded by taking one erection in each hand and sucking both heads into her mouth, rubbing them together as she did.

“That’s fucking hot,” Millie said.

Even with her mouth full, Vanessa was able to form a grin around the men.

Greg groaned.

Vanessa pulled both from her mouth and watched the friendly fire incident as Greg sprayed warm, white results over top of Harvey’s erection. She held Harvey’s cock still, while stroking Greg’s to milk every last drip of cum from it.

“Wow, that was awesome.” Millie smiled wider and shook her head.

Vanessa eyed Harvey’s cock. “Where are the condoms? I want to fuck this one.”

“We’re fictional,” Greg pointed out. “We don’t need condoms.”

Vanessa’s face went slack. “Fictional?”

“The author wrote us to fuck well, though,” Harvey encouraged, not wanting to lose the opportunity. “You’ll have such an orgasm that…”

She held up a tiny package containing a condom. “I’ve no idea what you guys are talking about. You can put this on, or we’re not doing it.” She looked angry.

Harvey continued moving his mouth, but no sound came out.

“Where did you get that?” Millie asked.

“I had it,” Vanessa said. Her face changed from anger to confusion as she glanced down at her naked body. “There’s no table and no…where did I get it from.”

“Dude,” Greg chastised, “put the fucking condom on before she changes her mind or gets distracted.”

Harvey grabbed the package from her and lifted it to his mouth, intending to tear open.

“We’re fictional,” Vanessa declared. “We’re not really here.”

Harvey dropped the condom, knowing his chance was lost.

“Yes, we are. The writer just made us to play.”

A bed appeared behind Harvey, filled with large fluffy pillows and satin sheets.

Vanessa stood and pushed Harvey back

Not knowing the bed had appeared, he fell hard and bounced on the mattress.

“Holy fuck, that’s a lot of pink,” Greg said as he blinked his eyes in an attempt to adjust to the brightness of it.

Without a word, Vanessa climbed on top of Harvey. She rubbed her wet pussy over the length of his erection without letting him in. Turning back to Millie and Greg, she said, “So we have no consequence here?”

Millie nodded first then, after the distraction of the gorgeous naked woman sitting atop his friend stopped distracting him, so did Greg.

Grabbing the throbbing erection beneath her, Vanessa positioned herself and lowered on to it. “Now, are you two going to join us, or what? I mean, multiple people should mean multiple orgasms, no?”

Millie glanced at Greg to see his erection had already begun to regrow. Wrapping her hand around it, she dragged him towards the bed. She laid back on the bed in repose, waiting for him to mount her. “I’m really starting to like this writer.”

With a smile, Greg’s suddenly massive erection penetrated her. He began to thrust into her, his hips smacking against her to make sounds louder than Neil Peart would have by slamming his sticks on a snare drum.

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