Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian (No Limits Erotica Book 2) (4 page)

His eyes went to one corner of his head. With her free hand, she guided his gaze back down to her chest.

“Look at my tits,” she whispered hotly. “Look at my tits and give me a nice cum. Please? Please, Sir? Won’t you cum to my tits?”

“Fuck...”

By necessity, she stroked hard and fast. She wanted him to cum and in a hurry. Even more than just to prevent Rebecca from finding out, Ariel
craved
the sight of his cum. And the taste. The feel. She wanted all of it to be hers.

“Here we go!” called Rebecca. “Pancakes, eggs, and toast, coming up!”

Holden was close. So,
so
close. But Rebecca was walking to the table already.

Thinking quickly, Ariel leaned forward and looked out the alcove. “Hey love? Do you think you could grab us some more cups for orange juice?”

“But you already have coffee.”

“I know,” said Ariel, smiling slyly at Holden. “But sometimes you want
both
. Right?”

Rebecca laughed. “Sure. No problem.”

That bought them a few precious seconds. Ariel’s strokes worked harder than ever. Her thumb moved up and down the head, spreading his thick precum all over the gorgeous shaft of his meat.

“Cum for me baby,” she whispered in his ear. “Cum for me real,
real
quick.”

Holden was lost. “God, fuck...you’re so hot.”

“You can do it. I know you can. Give me that load. I’ll take it up myself.

Once again, his cock began to pulse. She could feel the sudden shift in his muscles, the immediate tightness and then looseness as he came and came. Hot, delicious white jizz spurted out onto the palm of her hand. She gathered it all up, making sure she caught every last drop. She wanted it all for her own uses.

No sooner had he emptied himself into Ariel’s waiting palms did Rebecca sit down at the other end of the table with all their food ready on a tray. Already, Ariel had slid her hands away from Holden. The young hunky jock looked somewhat tired, but there was no way to tell what had just happened. The delicious smell of the breakfast  food overpowered the underlying stench of sex—and Rebecca had a notoriously bad sense of smell, besides.

“This looks
wonderful
,” said Ariel. “Don’t you think so, Holden?”

“Wonderful,” he repeated dumbly, but his gaze was fixed firmly on Ariel, still.

Ariel knew that she would have to do something to make sure his mind was on Rebecca. Ariel wanted him to fuck her, obviously. There wouldn't be any fun in breaking up their relationship—only in adding to it. As Rebecca began to eat, Ariel saw her chance.

“Oh, Rebecca, honey. You forgot to butter your pancakes.”

Rebecca looked down. “Oh. You’re right. It’s okay.”

“No, love. Please. Let me take care of it for you. Okay?”

Ariel hopped up and strutted to the fridge. Grabbing the butter, she walked back and scooped up Rebecca’s food. She stood behind the busty, beautiful blonde, winking at Holden.

And then, in full view of the young football hunk, she slid his cum all over his girlfriend’s food. On top of that, just so that it wasn’t
too
obvious, she mixed the butter over it. And then—with a slightly lesser amount, she did the same to her own food.

“Did you want any, Holden?”

He nearly choked. “N-no. Thanks.”

“Here you are, love.” Ariel slid Rebecca’s food back in front of her.

Clearly ravenous, Rebecca unleashed her hunger on the warm, tainted food. Holden watched, eyes transfixed, as Rebecca slid her luscious young lips over the cum-covered pancakes. She moaned rapturously.

“God, these are
good
,” she said, mouth full. Sticky gobs of cum-soaked saliva made her lips smack together. “I don’t know
what
I put into them, but they’re delicious.”

Ariel ate hers as well, enjoying the sexified meal. It was a deliciously guilty pleasure to eat cum on her food. She felt rather brilliant for thinking of it.

“You know, in some countries,” said Ariel, “nobody really believes that someone enjoyed a meal unless they lick the plate clean.”

“Come on,” said Holden, gulping. He still stared at his girlfriend’s eating. “That’s not true.”

“Yeah!” said Rebecca. “I’ve heard that. Come on. I’ll race you.”

The two girls began to eat as fast as they could, eagerly gorging themselves on their pancakes. When they finished the big pieces, they held up the plates and started to slide their wet, young tongues up and down the plates.

Ariel licked her plate absolutely clean of any speck of food. And when she finished, she looked over to see Rebecca doing the same. At some point, Rebecca seemed to notice that it was something of a spectacle she was making of herself, and began to play it up a little. Her licks became slower and more lavish. It was clear she was trying to appear “playfully flirty,” but with a beautifully angelic face like Rebecca's, only “intensely sexual” was possible.

“Oh, look at Holden,” giggled Ariel. “I think he
likes
seeing your tongue lick all that.”

Rebecca giggled with her. No doubt she thought it was a very fun game they had played.

“Excuse me,” said Holden, finally, getting up and rushing upstairs.

As he left, Ariel was almost certain she saw a boner. God, she thought, slowly licking her lips, taking in just a few more dabs of cum. He really
is
a stud to be hard again so soon.

* * * * *

I
n the early afternoon, there was a football game on that Holden wanted to watch. The two girls, in the meantime, decided they were going to get rather tipsy. Holden was distant, brooding. Rebecca said he just “got that way sometimes.” Ariel smiled, because she knew why he wanted to think only about sports...and not the brilliantly hot babes that he could fuck senseless at any time he decided.

After sitting with Holden for a little while, trying to entice him with easy shots of her exposed cleavage, Ariel finally retreated to the kitchen where Rebecca had finished cleaning up her mess from breakfast. The sexy blonde had gathered up some materials from the bar for drinks—Holden had complained about the clinking sounds of the glasses, and so Rebecca had moved a substantial portion of the liquor to the kitchen, out of earshot.

Such a good girl
.

“What are you making?”

“Just a whiskey and cok—oh!”

Rebecca squirmed as Ariel slipped her hand around her waist, her fingers sliding just over the blonde’s crotch. Just a centimeter below the elastic band of Rebecca’s slender sweats, Ariel could touch the top of her finely trimmed blonde trail leading down to the sweet pot of her pussy.

“That sounds nice,” said Ariel. “Maybe you could make me one, too?”

“S-sure.” Rebecca gulped, her knees pushing together. “Hey, do you think you could, maybe...oh.”

Ariel’s fingers slid further down, sinking deep into the soft, hot fur of her friend’s trail. Her hairs were so gentle. Ariel’s middle finger rested right on top of Rebecca’s clit, putting pressure on there just slightly.

“You want me to ask for a different drink?” Ariel asked. “Perhaps something that would take a little longer? Maybe you could make me a Manhattan. How about that? Then, you know, we could be very hands-on with one another.”

Rebecca squirmed. But Ariel could tell it was the
right
kind of squirming. Not the “this is uncomfortable type.” It was the “fuck, fuck, this is so hot, but we might get caaaught...” type.

“Y-yes. Okay.”

Slowly, as Ariel fingered her friend hard, Rebecca gathered the whiskey and bitters, pulling together the ingredients for the drink.

“You f-feel...so good,” Rebecca moaned. “I know I shouldn't, but...god! Ariel...”

Ariel shushed her with a quick series of kisses all over her beautiful face.

“You want this,” said Ariel. “Don't you?”

Rebecca nodded, kissing lightly at Ariel's chin.

“P-please. I want...I want you to be the one. I want you to make me cum.”

“Good girl,” Ariel whispered.

Rebecca shuddered, clearly responding hard to the title.

Ariel fingered her friend harder and harder. There was no resistance—only desire. Her two fingers slid in and out of Rebecca's tight, wet pussy with ease, while her thumb continued to circle lightly on the virgin's clit. Ariel may have been something of an idiot savant with cocksucking, but she was an old pro when it came to giving pleasure to a woman. And clearly, Rebecca's pent-up desires were making it very easy to push her to the absolute edge.

“Oh yes,” Rebecca moaned softly. “Yes...yes, yes! Oh Ariel, yesss..”

Rebecca flushed with orgasm, her hips thumping against the counter. She bit her lip, trying to keep herself quiet, staring at Ariel with unrestrained passion in her eyes. They kissed again, for several minutes, Ariel keeping her beautiful friend's body close to hers. She wanted to associate all that good, blissful afterglow euphoria directly to her presence.

Finally, the two sauntered into the living room with their drinks. With her pale skin blushing red, Rebecca looked more gorgeous than ever. But, Ariel noticed with some pride, Holden’s eyes were exclusively on her. His gaze was affixed to the tiny layer of her leggings clinging to her ass, and the flimsy, barely-there shirt that let him see how erect her nipples were. That was good. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Took you guys long enough,” said Holden.

“Yes, we forgot how to make a Manhattan,” giggled Ariel. “But we figured it out.”

* * * * *

A
fter the afternoon football game, there was an evening football game, and Holden wanted to keep watching. This was all understandable—his livelihood did depend on studying the game, and he was the sort of intellectual jock who got very interested in the mechanics of various teams—but the girls were a little bit bored with just sitting around and watching men throw balls around a field.

So, after a few more drinks, it didn’t take Ariel very long to convince Rebecca to hang out with her, alone, in Rebecca’s bedroom.

There was very little pretense. Certainly Holden must have noticed. But Ariel didn't care. And she didn't want either of them to care very much either.

She and Rebecca found themselves embracing hot, mad with passion, their tongues sliding together. It was so
easy
to grab Rebecca's huge, perfect tits, and rub those enormous, raspberry-sized nipples in her hands...

And then suddenly, Rebecca pulled away.

“No.” Rebecca stood up, and then sat down again. “I...I can't. This is...this...this is...”

“I thought...” Ariel slid her hands up Rebecca’s thighs. “I thought this would be want you wanted?”

Rebecca sucked on one lip. So sexy. But she looked away. “I’m sorry. I thought maybe I wanted it, too. But I just...can’t. It’s too...it feels so wrong. And Holden, god, he's right outside!” Her face arrived in her hands. “I’m a
good
girl. I’m supposed to wait until marriage. How are you
doing
this to me? God, you're sooo pretty...”

Ariel smiled. “You and I can’t even get married in this state.”

“Shush. You
know
what I mean. It’s...I don’t know. I’m confused, okay? And I need time.”

There was no sense in pressing Rebecca past the point of comfort. Ariel insisted she understood, and left after a lingering, hot kiss on her friend's mouth. She noted, with some satisfaction, that Rebecca couldn't hold her tongue back from joining in on the fun, even if it was for just a few moments.

Some minutes later, Ariel was in the hallway upstairs, sighing. Frustrated. Horny. One long leg slid up on the wall behind her, her knee coming out. She shook out her hair. Fuck, but she was turned on. She had been working on Rebecca
hard
, and really thought it was going to land a nice orgasm for herself at the very least.

Oh well. She knew how to take care of that personally, anyway. She licked her lips, enjoying suddenly the thought of masturbating, thinking of Holden maybe...Holden and his cock. Holden fucking Rebecca hard, choking her, holding her down, fucking her pregnant...

At the other end of the hallway, Holden coughed. Ariel shifted. She hadn't seen him there. His shirt clung

“Hey,” he said. “Can we talk?”

Ariel smiled sultrily. So, she couldn’t have Rebecca? Holden was almost as good. Her arousal levels began to ramp up again, mind racing with thoughts of the taste of his cock, his salty hot seed down her throat. Filling her up, making
her
pregnant even...

“Of course. What’s up?”

Holden clapped his hands together, smiling sheepishly. “I don't...I don't know how else to bring it up. I want you,” said Holden. “I know that...I know it’s wrong.”

Ariel sauntered toward him. “It’s not. I don't think it's wrong at all.”

“Tell that to Rebecca. It’s wrong for her. So it’s wrong...but...” his face contorted with lust. “I don’t care. You’re so fucking
gorgeous
, Ariel. I
want
you.”

“I know.” Her hands slid up his chiseled torso. He sighed, taking his hands against his body. “But you have to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Stay with Rebecca. Don’t even
think
about fucking with her head. Okay? What happens between you and me is between you and me. A nice pressure release, okay? I’ll make you feel incredible...but then, I want you to go and be the best boyfriend ever. Got it?”

He seemed surprised. Stupid boy. “But...why?”

“Because she’s my friend, stupid. And she’s your girlfriend. Don’t you want her to be happy?”

“Of course I do. I love her. I just...it’s just...you know.”

Her hands slid into his loose pants.

“What?”

“Come on. You’re actively working toward...fucking with us. You have to see that.”

The shape of his cock changed quickly in her grip. Widening, lengthening, pulsing with power and vibrant youth.

“I want your cock in me.” She began to push him backward, toward his room. “And I want her pussy in my mouth. And I want the two of you fucking like rabbits. I don’t see any conflict with any of that. And if you do, that’s your problem. Not mine.”