Smutty smut, okay? Don't read it and complain about it, please, just skip it if you don't want to read it.

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After they got home, all the guys but Dane were exhausted, ready for bed.

"Are you kidding me?" Momoko was amazed. "I'm totally amped. How can you want to go to bed?"

They all looked at her kindly.

"I remember how it felt after my first few gigs," Sully said, ruffling Momoko's hair. "You feel like the best kind of high, like cocaine high, but with none of the shitty side effects. It'll pass."

"I don't know about coke, but I feel ready to run a marathon," Momoko admitted. "Let me shower off the sweat, and I'll watch a movie with you, Dane."

He nodded.

Momoko took a quick shower, threw on a nightie and went to join Dane, who had two movies waiting for her approval. She picked one and he started it, then asked if she wanted a beer.

"No, but I could really go for a tangerine screwdriver, though," she admitted.

"Ooh, sounds good," Dane said. "I'm having one, too." He went to the kitchen and got the vodka out of the freezer, quickly whipping up two screwdrivers with tangerine juice.

They sat together and watched the movie for a while, but Dane was all too aware of Momoko sitting next to him, clean and soft from her shower. As both of them began to feel the effects of the screwdrivers, they lost interest in the movie as their consciousness of each other grew. He had an arm around her, and began stroking her shoulder, lifting the strap of her blue nightgown so he could touch her skin.

Momoko shifted, and he stopped, trying to read if the movement was out of pleasure or irritation. Momoko moved closer to him and tilted her head to give him more access to her shoulder, and turned slightly so her body was facing into his, so there was more contact.

Pleasure, then.

Dane turned, too, so he was pressing into her, his slim torso facing hers, her soft breasts pushing into his front, feeling marvelous.

"Kiss me, Dane," she murmured, so he did, setting his drink aside so he could slide his hand around her body and pull her closer. She pulled her legs up onto the couch and leaned back, taking Dane with her, letting out a happy moan, opening her mouth to him.

His thin body slotted neatly between her legs, and she could feel him, warm and hard, against her tummy. He slid his hand around to touch her breast through the thin fabric of her nightie, thumbing her nipple, pressing on it, squeezing gently as he probed into her mouth with his tongue.

Momoko arched her body upward; it had been so long since she felt pleasure in the touch of a man's hand. Hunter's touch brought her nothing but boredom or agony. Dane's hand on her body was ecstasy. She moaned as he dragged his hand down her tummy. As his hand moved closer to her sex, she moved toward it, moaning with want.

"Please," she whimpered, moving closer to his fingers.

He moved his hand downward obligingly, he wanted nothing more than to touch Momoko's sex. He kissed her, over and over, his mouth open wide, wanting to taste her, his fingers moving to her open legs.

"Oh god, Momoko, you want this, really?" he murmured, looking down into her face, eyes open wide.

"Yes, yes," she assured him, nodding, kissing him over and over, making him throb with wanting her.

"Okay," he said, yanking her undies down, probing her sex with his long fingers, feeling her warm opening. "Okay."

"Dear god, Dane, your fingers are amazing," Momoko whispered, reaching with her mouth to capture his. "I think I'm going to come already."

He reached deep into her warmth, reveling in her heat, her depth, loving that he was doing so much for her. "Come on my fingers, please," he begged. "Come on me, Peaches, please." And he could feel her contractions on his sensitive fingers, as her muscles clenched on him. "Oh my god," he breathed on her mouth. "Oh--my--god."

She moved her pelvis, rolling her hips on his erection, making him feel like he was losing his mind as he felt the motions over the material of his sweats.

"Oh fuck, Momoko, that feels so fucking good," he said, looking into her eyes. "Keep doing that, please, please--"

Momoko rolled her hips again, feeling his erection as she fell rapturously over the edge of her own orgasm-- "Dane--Dane--" she called, clasping his thin body to hers.

She could feel him contracting against her stomach, the warmth, the wetness as he came. His whole body contracted against her as the ropes shot out inside his sweats, and she could feel him stiffen and soften, again and again, until he finally relaxed, resting his whole body weight against her, and the smell of his essence filled her nostrils, the scent of bleach, only stronger.

They held each other, catching their breath, until a sound from the kitchen made them tense up, and they both turned their heads to see Jude, standing, staring at them, eyes wide.

It was obvious he'd been there for a while, and he'd been watching them.

"Jude," Momoko said, a smile in her voice. "Come here, darling."

He did as instructed, and sat next to them as Dane sat up.

"No, Dane, sweetheart, don't leave," Momoko entreated.

"I have to clean up, I'll be back," he promised with a smile.

Momoko looked at Jude, at his beautiful eyes, and smiled at him, unbuttoning the top buttons of her nightgown as she did so.

Jude smiled back at her, his eyes flicking down to watch her expose her breasts from time to time. After a few moments, he brushed her hand away. "Let me," he requested.

So Jude unbuttoned her nightie, looking at his hands as he did, and Momoko watched him do it. It was one of the most erotic moments of her life up to that point.

Jude's pupils dilated as he looked at her breasts, which were round, slightly pendulous, with dark pink areolae. He took a deep breath and looked up at Momoko, smiling at her. "They're really lovely," he said softly.

He gently leaned her back against the armrest of the sofa, taking both her arms by the wrists in one of his hands and holding them above her head. This lifted her breasts even higher, making the nipples point toward the ceiling, forcing her to arch her back toward his face, toward his waiting mouth.

He latched on to one, making Momoko gasp with the force of it. His mouth was soft, it was wet, it was warm, and the sensation was electrifying.

Momoko closed her eyes and tilted her head back, losing herself in sensation.

She was surprised to feel someone kissing her, a warm hand on her cheek, a tongue seeking access to her mouth.

She opened her eyes to see Dane's face, his gentle eyes looking into hers. "I'm back, Peaches, just like I said I'd be," he said with a little laugh." He leaned in to kiss her again, and Momoko reached up with her mouth to kiss him this time, feeling like she was losing her mind with Jude at her breast and Dane on her mouth.

Jude let go of her hands so he could grasp her other breast and knead it, pressing on the nipple with his thumb, squeezing the whole thing with his strong hands. She could feel the calluses on his fingers from playing the bass, and the sensation, the extra roughness, was stimulating.

Then Dane put his fingers on her sex again.

Oh my god.

She was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and she let out a sound that was almost a whine of pain into Dane's mouth.

Jude let go of her nipple and spoke while looking into her eyes, a small smile playing about his mouth. "Have a care, Dane, don't want to cause our girl any pain, do we?" And Momoko knew with a flash of insight that this wasn't their first time do this with a girl.

She quirked an eyebrow at Jude and pushed Dane out of the way long enough to say, "Sometimes a little pain can be stimulating, though, don't you think?"

Jude widened his eyes at her in surprise, and pinched her nipple enough to make Momoko let out a little squeak. "Oho, what have we here?" he asked softly. "Hear that, Dane? Peaches is an adventurous girl. We'll have to remember that in future, won't we?"

And Dane, who'd sat back on his heels to listen to this exchange, smiled widely, blinking his beautiful eyes and nodding. "Definitely." And he grasped Momoko by her hair and yanked it back, not painfully, exactly, but definitely firmly, exposing her neck, so he could kiss it, lick it, and suck on it, marking her with pink and purple marks in a chain across her collar bone, making her moan as he did so.

"So, what about it, Momoko?" Dane whispered into her ear. "Do you want to come again, or are you too sensitive from last time, hm? Do you have another one in you?"

"Yes, definitely," she replied, opening her legs a little wider.

But Jude felt the motion and moved Dane's hand out of the way. "I've got this one, lad," he murmured. "You already did this once, your wrist must be tired."

So Dane sat back to watch as Jude shifted to the side and moved one of his hands down to Momoko's sex.

"Ah, nice and wet for me already," he whispered as he licked and sucked on her nipple some more. "Here we go, Peaches, here we go."

Dane sat back in the arm chair and watched as Jude brought Momoko to orgasm, as she threw her head back in abandon and unraveled while he sucked on her breast and bit it and marked it on the pretty round white part next to the dark pink areola. And without even thinking about it, he pulled himself out and began stroking himself, pulling, making himself hard, because it was hot, watching Momoko come was so hot, and dammit, he was going to need a tissue or something really soon--as Momoko came under Jude's knowing fingers, Dane ruined his second pair of sweats that evening by shooting off into them.

Momoko panted, eyes closed, as Jude licked the marks he'd made on her breast, stroking his own erection, which was getting painful at this point.

"Now you, right?" Momoko said at last. She reached for him, slim fingers closing around his shaft. "You want me to suck you off? Or you want a hand job, or what?" Her eyes were merry. "I'm yours to command, my handsome Englishman. Oh, I know, you want to give me a pearl necklace?"

"I think I'm so close it's best if I just finish myself off tonight," Jude said breathlessly. "I just need a tissue or something, and maybe for you to kiss me."

So Momoko kissed Jude while he stroked himself, but Momoko stopped just when Jude was feeling really close.

"Jude, you want to come on my tits?" she asked, speaking into his mouth. "Would you like that?"

He nodded. "Some girls don't like that, though, so I didn't want to ask."

Momoko laughed. "There are very few things I don't like, sir, so always ask, that's what I say."

So she lay back, resting on the armrest, nightie open, pretty breasts exposed, and Jude fell over the edge, eyes on her front, as he shot off rope after rope of his shiny, white, warm essence.

When he was finally finished, he and Dane wiped up Momoko's chest with a clean towel, and then both of them lay down on the sofa with her, which was just wide enough to accommodate the three of them.

"Well, that was so much fun," Momoko murmured softly, turning to kiss each one on the mouth.

"Yes, for us too," Jude answered, bopping her gently on the nose. "You're just beautiful, Momoko McDaniels."

Dane hugged her, kissing her temple. "Stunning," he agreed.

After a few minutes, Momoko said, "Well, as comfortable as this sofa is, it's not quite wide enough for the three of us to actually sleep here, so I guess we'd better get to bed, hm?"

"I suppose so," Jude said, sounding disappointed.

The three of them rose and cleaned up the sofa and glasses, and turned off the light.

Momoko kissed both of them soundly on the mouth.

"Good night, my wonderful men."

"Good night, Momoko."

"Good night, Peaches."