You passionately kiss Lilah on the lips as she kicks the door shut behind you. She leads you by the hand into her living room. With a push, you're set down on a canary sofa, as she strides over to another room with her hips shaking side to side, leaving you to relax a little more after the long walk towards her house.
You slide the tennis bag with the sword in it down your shoulder and onto the ground next to you. Finally, a sigh of relief escapes you. Your jeans still feel tight in the strangest places, your groin still feels very empty in others. You spread your legs a bit as you rest your arms on the sofa's designated armrest. Your crane your neck a bit, until the back of your head lands on the sofa's soft headrest.
The tightness subsides a bit as you move your legs a little further apart. Imagining a girl in your place, you had a pussy right now after all, the pose felt very suggestive. You shut your eyes, and concentrate on slow and subtle movements with your third hand. You had experimented a bit already this afternoon. Performing cunnilingus on Lilah, and synchronizing your licks with a flick of your fingers against your little bean. There had been a lot of buildup since then. The walk to your date's home, the palm of your extra appendage resting against the soft and hot swollen lips of your sex, and most importantly, the anticipation for the swap party of tonight. More crazy swaps with your magic sword.
Your jeans still on, you feel your movements restricted a bit. Still, it feels nice as you slide the slender feminine fingers with their sharp nails over your new hairy labia. Even without looking at it directly, you can feel where everything is. Your new pussy isn't as smooth as Lilah's, you discover. You feel the labia minora just out slightly between the labia's outer lips. Whereas Lilah's clit was only a small, sensitive nub, covered in its entirety by her fatty mons pubis, Natalie's bean is bigger, jutted out a little further. Less sensitive too, if the difference in sensory output you received from either of them was any indication. Natalie's pussy never had been truly dry as you had worn it. Even after dabbing it off, after wiping with toilet paper, you could feel your inner walls lubricate.
You shift in your seat a bit as Lilah enters the living room again. She's carefully balancing a tray with glasses and a bottle of wine in her only hand. She succeeds, but with the necessary effort.
"If you needed an extra hand, you could've told me Lily," you mention to her with a smile.
"Har dee har," she laughs mockingly as she takes her merry time filling the wine glasses. To the brim, that is.
"Cheers!" You shout, as you and Lilah both take a large gulp from the beverage.
"And thank you," she continues, "for dragging me into this."
"Albeit forcefully," you say with a crooked smile.
"Psh, whatever." Lilah says. "Not like my life was all that interesting before last friday to begin with. It's been a while since last had a boyfriend, especially one with so weird a fetish as you do."
You don't even try to counter that. Instead, as if to prove her point, you unbutton your jeans, unzip your fly, and shove your third hand through the opening. It is still moist from its previous location, but you bring your wine glass over to it and hold it using your odd addition. You use your free hands to bring Lilah's face to your own, then kiss her.
Like two horny, drunk, passionate lovers, after drinking your wines, you relocate to her bedroom, making sure to bring the sword and to leave the front door ajar for Lilah's guests.