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The Dream	By : elementalram Category: +M through R > Professor Layton and the Curious Village Views: 1554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Party
- 2-Bonus
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The halls of the four storied mansion echoed with laughter. A ten foot Christmas tree stood in the living room, adorned from the very top branch to the edge of its hand crafted tree skirt in ornate baubles, colored lights and faux snow. Starry eyed, lightly inebriated lovers kissed beneath a mistletoe nearby in the soft glow cast by the towering elm. A DJ stood near the fireplace, taking requests for Christmas favorites. People danced, sang, chatted, ate good food and drank spiked eggnog. Most of the crowd was centered in this area, but a few small groups had branched off and relocated to the kitchen, the veranda, the pool table in the basement, and in one instance, a spare bedroom.
A bewildered Hershel Layton found himself a member of the last group, and he sat at the foot of the king sized bed as he watched, mouth agape, Emmy and Claire sprawled out on the bed before him. Though he himself was still dressed in his vest, matching slacks, white dress shirt and tie, Emmy was scantily clad in in her lacy underclothes while Claire was now completely bare. Emmy had Claire pinned and was excitedly biting and licking the side of her neck. Claire, in turn, was moaning her name and leaving red marks up and down Emmy's back and neck as she passionately scratched her skin with her nails. Emmy cupped her breast in her hand as she moved her kisses down Claire's sternum, who in turn wrapped her legs around her.
If Hershel possessed control of his faculties at the moment, he might have wondered how he ended up at a holiday party hosted by one of his assistance's many acquaintances when there was so much work to be done in his office. He may have pondered over how such a seemingly innocuous Christmas party at a stranger's lovely home led to a secret three way between his assistant, his girlfriend and himself. And where was his little blue shadow, Luke? Just who had orchestrated this? This whole affair was, indeed, quite the puzzle.
But for now, there was no time to contemplate anything other than what was directly before him. He had already taken off his shoes and socks, and had carefully lain his favorite tophat on the bedside table next to the lamp, careful not to obstruct their only source of light. Now what?
From her vantage point between Claire's soft mounds, Emmy peered over at Hershel. Her eyes half lidded, obscured partially by her dark mane, and with an eyebrow raised she purred, "Need any help with that, Professor?" She glanced pointedly at the apex of his trousers.
Startled, Hershel attempted twice to start a sentence but failed, his face beet red. Now Claire was watching him also, her hair a rosy cinnamon halo around her countenance. Without a word, she stretched out the hand that wasn't tangled in Emmy's hair and ran it along the inside of his thigh, lackadaisically tracing a soft finger along the stiff length already straining against the fabric of his pant leg; her soft lips parted and she let out a low, soft moan as Emmy continued her ministrations over and around her nipples.
He leaned forward, then stopped. What on earth does a gentleman do in a situation like this one? Emmy must have noticed his hesitation. "Here, why don't you switch places with me," she said, disentangling herself from Claire.
He crawled over Claire in Emmy's stead and was rewarded by her warm smile. He smiled back, then buried his face in her chest, massaging her areola with his mouth. The whole situation was perplexing, but at least this was familiar, and the way she twisted her hands through his hair paired with her renewed moans told him he was doing at least as well as Emmy had on this matter.
Claire pulled at the knot of his tie and tossed it aside, then set to work undoing the buttons on his vest and shirt. Satisfied with the attention he'd given her soft pink breasts, Hershel began a trail of kisses that would lead him southward. He caressed her abdomen below her belly button, then trailed a finger down through the patch of hair to part her wet folds. He had just begun to lick her clitoris when suddenly he felt Emmy press against his still-raised backside with her hips. Her hands followed his spine down to grope his posterior before snaking her hands around his waist to access his belt from behind. The buckle, button and zipper now undone, she slid her hands down and cupped him with both hands.
She leaned forward and whispered in a singsong tone, "Guess who found the lotion, Professor!"
He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned deeply onto Claire's vulva, his voice muffled, which in turn elicited a moan from her. Emmy pulled him free of his trousers and was using one hand to pump the length of his throbbing shaft and the other to roughly squeeze and fondle his sac.
Claire was wiggling beneath him. He quickly hummed an apology and resumed licking. He lifted her legs and she wrapped them over his shoulders as Emmy continued to stroke him. He licked along the length of Claire's vulva, circling her opening and rubbing against her labia with his tongue. She cried out and gripped his hair tighter, chanting his name again and again. Her back arched; Hershel could feel her clit throbbing in his mouth as she peaked, and did everything he could to control himself enough to keep from following suit.
Just then, Emmy forcefully pushed him over onto his back next to the still-panting Claire. She straddled him, gripping his throbbing, engorged erection, and surveyed her spoils. His face was flushed, his bare chest heaving. His shirt was open but still around his arms; his pants and briefs were in a similar state around his thighs. Slowly, she rubbed his tip against her slick wet entrance through her crotchless panties. She guided him in a couple of inches, then eased him out. Again she did this, grinning as she watched Hershel roll his head into the pillow.
"Emmy, please," he growled, arching his back.
"Please what, Professor?"
"Emmy...." he attempted to sound authoritative, but choked when she squeezed.
Claire, who had at this point recovered somewhat, propped herself up on one elbow beside Hershel. Without hesitation, she reached behind Emmy to play with his balls.
"For God's sake, fuck me!"
And with that, she took all of him in at once, grinding her hips at the base before moving up to plunge down again. She rolled her hips with each bounce, and as she moved, her hands lifted her hair behind her head, which of course had the added effect of lifting her bouncing, lace clad breasts.
Unable to control himself any longer, Hershel clamped his hands down on Emmy's hips and thrust upwards into her, catching her off guard. She put her hands on the headboard for support as Hershel powerfully commanded control. Discretion be damned, their raucous lovemaking could surely be heard by anyone walking down the hall. Besides the banging of the headboard against the wall, the pair were also moaning and wailing at a dangerously loud decibel.
Claire straddled one of Hershel's thighs behind Emmy, who had been temporarily rendered powerless. She wrapped her arms around Emmy and fondled her breasts through her lacy bra, pinching and thumbing her protruding nipples. Hershel watched her with bated breath and something not unlike trepidation as she slid a hand down past her belly button and tickled her swollen clit through the lacy black thong. As anticipated, Emmy involuntarily clenched around Hershel's sensitive member, making her even tighter, and with a gasp, he exploded inside of her, an intense pleasure rocking through his body. The sensation of his manhood twitching and trobbing inside of her paired with Claire's rubbing sent Emmy over the brink also, screaming obscenities toward the ceiling fan.
The trio collapsed, Hershel in the middle and the other two nestled into his open arms. He wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what, and so decided that silence might be the answer. Then again, if he tried, maybe he could recall a puzzle for them-- they might like that, he decided. But his mind was blissfully blank as his body reveled in the pure afterglow.
He closed his eyes and let the warmth overtake him. Before long, he heard a giggle, then another. He peeked at his companions and noticed that Claire and Emmy were mischievously eyeing one another over his chest. Concerned, Hershel looked from one to the other quizzically. Emmy piped up: "Professor, Claire is feeling left out. You only came once," she glanced at Claire, then back again, "but there are two of us."
"Oh!" He suddenly felt his heartbeat quicken as his gaze shifted between the two. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to make-- but I'm just not sure--"
Claire chuckled. "I think we may be able to find a solution." With a soft, tender touch, she tilted his face towards hers and kissed him lightly. Emmy took advantage of his exposed neck and began planting light kisses there. Their hands roamed over his chest and stomach, tweaking his erect nipples. Each kiss became more passionate, more desperate until Claire finally pulled away, leaving Hershel breathless and gasping for more.
Down, down, down she moved, using her teeth to plant a line of kisses down his chest. She stopped just below his rib cage, biting and licking the soft skin there. Emmy sat up, happy with the mark she'd left on the Professor's tender neck. She took his hand next and licked one finger, then two, then sucked and nibbled the tip of one, swirling her tongue. Hershel felt butterflies in his stomach, and couldn't help but moan aloud.
"Lift your hips please, dear," Claire instructed and Hershel obeyed. Finally, the pants and briefs were gone, tossed to the floor next to the dresses and panties and shoes, and she settled down on her stomach between his open legs. Starting at just above his knee, she bit and kissed the tender flesh. She planted another one just above that. The mix of pleasure, anticipation and just a little pain made him grip the bedsheets with his free hand, his knuckles white.
Still ravishing his sensitive fingertips, Emmy used her other hand on his thigh, brushing the inside of it, alternating between the palm of her hand and the tips of her fingers.
Hershel was moaning something unintelligible as Claire planted her last kiss on his inner thigh near his growing erection. She enveloped a testicle in her warm, wet mouth, licking his perineum as she did so. As she licked and hummed, Emmy traced a finger around the base of his rod, then abandoned his fingers to bend over and take the larger prey into her mouth.
At this, Hershel let out a loud, open-mouthed groan, one hand stroking his chest and stomach, the other petting the soft hair of whomever was closest. Claire and Emmy seemed now to be acting with an almost terrifying unison. Wordlessly, they rubbed, stroked, scratched licked, sucked and kissed everything between his belly button and knees. One would rub and taste the head and the other the shaft: one would be on the left and one the right: one took him deep into her throat while the other massaged his balls. They licked together from base to tip, then kissed the head and each other at the top.
"Professor," Emmy panted from between Hershel's legs, "perhaps I've been hanging around you for too long, but I'm suddenly reminded of a puzzle." She turned to look at Claire beside her, who suddenly choked. Her mouth was still around his cock as she hummed mirthfully.
Hershel propped himself up on his elbows and knitted his brows but remained noncommittal. Emmy pressed on. "Okay, so a group of people are at a party when the host brings out a big tray full of shots."
Silence. Then, "Go on."
"So, The first person takes three. The second takes as many as the first, plus three. Four more guests continue in this manner. Finally, there are six shots leftover. How many did the host originally set out?"
Claire had resumed sucking. Hershel closed his eyes. "Oh!" he said, then flushed. "Sixty nine?"
"He got it!" She turned to Claire gleefully.
"Don't mind if we do!" Claire cheered. She sat up, laughing, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. With a big toothy grin, Emmy reached for her and pulled her in for a kiss.
Emmy toppled over, still giggling. Claire crawled around so her backside was hovering over Emmy's face. Emmy put one hand on each side of her ass and guided her down until she could lick her vulva.
Claire inhaled sharply, her eyes closed. She leaned forward and returned the favor to Emmy, wrapping her arms around her legs so she could use her fingers to rub her entrance as she licked her clit.
Hershel was ready to settle into a spectator roll again, and had started to rub his throbbing member when Emmy caught his eye from below Claire's firm round rear. She beckoned him over with one free hand.
"Come tap this ass," she said, squeezing hard and giving one cheek a quick slap.
"Yes, sweetie! Tap it like you're looking for a hint coin!" Claire playfully exclaimed over her shoulder. The pair fell into another fit of laughter.
Put off by the humor, but still eager to comply, he crawled over. Emmy had worked Claire up to three fingers and was pumping them in and out of Claire's wet orifice. When he was within distance, Emmy grabbed his tender, aching flesh and helped guide him into Claire.
He grabbed her hips on either side and eased in. Her back arched and she breathlessly called out to him. Emmy, pleased with herself, leaned back onto the mattress momentarily and watched the two fuck like beasts from below them. From her unique vantage point, she had access to both Hershel and Claire's most sensitive places. She carefully licked her clit, flicking it with her tongue, swirling around it and taking joy in the animalistic noises Claire was humming into her vulva in response. Then, she moved slightly so she could tongue both of them as he slid in and out of her.
Hershel swore under his breath. Emmy was managing to give them both oral at once, and Claire's walls were clenching tight around him. Claire, in turn, was screaming with her mouth on Emmy's wet pussy. The vibrations were driving Emmy insane; she knew she wouldn't last much longer, and her vocalizations were surely having the same effect on the others.
Emmys hands were wet from playing with Claire and Hershel. She grabbed Hershel's thrusting hips with one hand, and with the other reached around and deftly slipped a finger inside.
"Ah!!" he cried. Her finger curved to stroke his prostate and he bucked ferociously into his lover.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, yes!" With each thrust into Claire, his cock and balls were also being licked, and now a new sensation consumed him each time he drew back. "I, I think I'm--"
Claire let out a primal scream. Hershel and Emmy followed suit tumultuously as they reached their climax almost simultaneously.
Panting, Hershel weakly extricated himself, covered in sweat, lotion and cum, and tried not to collapse on Emmy's face. Once clear, he allowed his body to succumb to exhaustion and toppled over onto the mattress.
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