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Not a Story For Steven.	By : Richard_Priapi Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A runaway from the dreary Midwest, community college dropout, and struggling musician, Greg Universe would not have called himself a lucky man: until tonight.

Reclining on a bed in Rose Quartz’s spacious, cloud-clad bedroom, he watched as Jasper and Rose’s clothes melted away in a pool of light. Though they stood at the same height and rocked similar lengths of voluminous hair, their bodies couldn’t be more different. Rose was all graceful curves, from the heaving swell of her large breasts with wide, puffy aureoles around inverted nipples, to a soft, rounded belly that folded gently over her hips and the smooth, puffy pussy between her legs.
Jasper, meanwhile, might have been terrifying to a weaker soul. With the slightest motion, a muscle moved somewhere on her anatomy. Adjusting her hair, a peak of bicep or a swelling of the deltoid.
A shifting of her balance bulging a calf or twitching a thigh. Her breasts might even have been average sized without the muscles that pushed them high and proud, with wide freckled aureoles capped in nipples like cinnamon gumdrops. Between her legs lay a wild jungle of silver hair, slick beads of honeyed nectar betraying her excitement to continue their escapades.
“Your five minutes are almost up, Universe.” She warned, circling the bed like a predator waiting to pounce.
Rose hopped directly into the bed beside him, body jiggling and hair bouncing as the mattress jumped beneath them. Her fingers landed light as a bird on his shoulder as she leaned to whisper in his ear.
“This time it’s your turn to help us feel good.” She said it like she was delivering a delicious secret, like a teenager offering a bottle snatched from her family’s liquor cabinet. So distracted by the blood rushing in his ears and the full lips of his smiling companion, Greg almost didn’t notice the weight settling in on his other side.
“So go on then, pretty boy. Get up and choose.”
Logic fought through the haze.
“Huh- choose?”
Rose tittered.
“Well there are two of us, and one of you.”
Jasper cut in.
“So unless you’ve got an extra set of lips and hands hidden somewhere, you have a choice to make.”
Feverishly, Greg struggled to his feet and turned back towards the bed.
The two women sat propped on one elbow, oceans of silver and pink hair clashing between them. One playful and sultry, the other hungry with barely concealed lusts. Never a man to pick the easier of two roads, Greg knelt on the bed. Gingerly he put his left hand on Rose’s thigh, and his right on Jasper’s. Their skin felt smooth as glass beneath his touch as he traced the inside of each thigh, savoring the gentle yielding flesh beneath his caressing on Rose’s leg, and the rock-solid muscles that seemed to press out at him with each fresh exploration on Jasper’s.

Distantly he heard them whispering to one another, but his mind was elsewhere. Crawling forward, he raked his fingernails hard up the inside of Jasper’s leg. The spasm that ran through her thighs encouraged him. Continuing to trail his fingernails along her thighs and through the tangled, slickened mess of silvery hair between her legs, he kissed his way up and down Rose’s thighs, tenderly as if licking off the melting tip of an ice cream cone. She shivered- he grinned. Now tracing his fingers up her puffy lips, he turned back to Jasper, biting along her thigs and trailing his teeth across them, tantalizingly growing closer to the center with each moment. Simultaneously he slid his fingers home into both of their waiting pussies, gleeful at the mix of moans and grunts as he tested first one finger, two, three- really, four? By this point there was no mistaking their clits; Rose’s simply stood proud from its unguarded hood, while Jasper’s peeked through a part in her bush, easy prey for a savvy hunter.

Glancing up, he could see Rose and Jasper’s mouths locked together, Rose’s fingers raking along ridged abs and pinching at pert nipples, Jasper engulfing both of Rose’s large breasts with her equally large hands, kneading and squeezing to draw Rose’s nipples out from under her puffy aureoles.

Greg moistened his thumbs with a few careful licks and worked around the two in circles. He dove on Jasper first, slurping around the base of her oblong pearl, lubricating his tongue with a few teasing licks around the fingers that still probed her wet insides. Her hair tickled his nose, and he fought back a sneeze by focusing on the sweet, musky fluid flowing over his lips and cheeks. His left hand still toyed with Rose’s puffy pink lips when they weren’t buried to the hilt in her pussy or gently circling her engorged clit. Abruptly he pulled away from Jasper to sample a sweeter wine, drawing a small whine from the other gem that was drowned by a growl as Rose sank her teeth into her neck. Greg redoubled his efforts on Jasper, his fingers stroking the roof of her vagina with a “come-here” motion on the outstroke of each deep thrust. For Rose, he continued sucked her labia into his mouth, wondering if he imagined it or if the wetness coming out of her really tasted faintly like strawberries.
Then without warning, he felt two pairs of hands gripping his arms, pulling him away from his twin prizes. Together they placed him spread-eagled on the bed.
“You’ve got some spirit, Mr. Universe,” Rose began, “But if you want to please me, there’s only one way that will really do.”
She crawled up along his body like a panther up a tree, breasts dragging along his flesh from cock to stomach to chest, before raising cruelly out of reach before his hands or mouth could reach them. Spinning herself nimbly around, she sat back on her heels, thick thighs braced securely around Greg’s ears, his view suddenly eclipsed by her giant peach. A pressure on his hips answered any doubts about where Jasper was. He felt her give his member an experimental squeeze before guiding it to her opening.
“You sure you don’t mind me using your new toy before you’ve played with it?” She asked, gently sliding the tip of Greg’s cock along her slit.
“Jasper, be nice- Mr. Universe is my guest, not my toy. Besides, I’m comfortable right here.” She bounced on his face, her cheeks clapping, pussy pressing his nose flat against his face.
“If you say so,” Jasper replied, burying Greg to the hilt in her with one swift squat.
His moan was muffled in Rose’s flesh, and with an excess of energy and no way to communicate it, he wrapped his arms around Rose’s thighs and got to work.

Jasper and Rose each rode Greg in their own tempo, grinding and bouncing to suit their needs. Jasper ground herself against his pelvis at the bottom of each thrust before climbing and slamming down again. Rose’s gyrations were a subtler sliding, ensuring that Greg’s tongue could still reach where it was needed most. The two stared each other down, eyes narrowed to slits. Rose’s lips parted in a silent “O” as Greg was able to latch onto her clit and lavish it with his full attention. Jasper saw an opportunity and seized it, leaning forward to cup Rose’s breasts in hand, planting a series of kisses around her cheeks and lips before settling into her mouth. Rose in turn reached around Jasper’s back, digging her nails into her shoulders. Suddenly Jasper paused- squatting down firmly on Greg’s hips and pinning him firmly to the bed.
“He’s close, Rose. You want him?”
“Why Jasper, I do believe your manners are improving! How can I refuse your kind offer?”
They changed places in a frantic scramble, and Greg had time for about two deep breaths before Jasper panted her groin hard on his face. Unlike Rose, she was turned to face him, looking into he eyes as her fingers wrapped around his hands and held him fast.
“If I remember, you made a mess on me. I think it’s time to return the favor. Now lick.”
From this angle Greg could see far better than he could with Rose. Jasper’s abs paved a yellow brick road to her breasts, and the curtain of hair spilling over her shoulders left them in their own private world as Rose made herself at home on Greg’s rod.
“Give me my hands back.”
“What?”
Greg gasped, trying not to break his concentration in his battle of wills as Rose began to pump herself up and down. Each slide down seemed so impossibly slow and smooth, like she was floating down on a parachute.
“Your breasts look amazing from down here. I can’t let them just sit there.”
Jasper’s predatory grin threatened to split her face, and as she let go of his hands, Greg wondered who had won.
He reached his hands up to her breasts and she ached her back, pushing them more firmly into them.
With her height, he could cup their underside, and with outstretched fingers just reach her nipples, which he pinched and tugged as he could. Jasper, meanwhile, was using her own hands to wrap around the back of his head in an inescapable clinch, forcing him never to forget his task as he fell to worshipping her tight, musky pussy. Any reservations he might have had about tasting himself on her soon became irrelevant as her wet mop of bush became freshly soaked with new juices, their rich aroma filling his head as his hands freely roamed between those muscle-marbled breasts, the defined ridges of her stomach that heaved and tucked in with each breath, or traced along her side, just barely missing her ass from the angle she held him in.
Rose braced her hands on his stomach, grinding and thrusting while she eavesdropped on their actions.
She was close now, her own orgasm pulled closed by the pleasure shared around her.
She began to squeeze her walls around Greg, the tightening filling her deliciously as her moans became hoarser to match. Wetting a pinky on her tongue, she wormed it into Jasper’s ass, which tightened defensively around it.
Still, it drove the intensity of Jasper’s grinding and pressing to a fever pitch, and as Greg began to spasm, dropping his load deeply inside of her, and his building moans and groans around frantic licks pushing Jasper closer to release. Rose plopped off Greg’s cock, trailing drops of cum as she slid forward to throw an arm around Jasper’s neck. Rose puled tightly at her companion’s throat, purring encouragement in Jasper’s ear while her free hand rubbed and squeezed at her own mound. She and Jasper came close together, Rose’s short orgasm punctuated by husky moans. Jasper’s own orgasm stretched across the seconds, bucking and gasping into Rose’s chokehold as her squirting pussy plastered Greg’s hair to his scalp.
At last, the three collapsed into a heap, hair and fingers and arms settling into each other for a comfortable rest.
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