We are so back, and it appears that this story both gets the people going, and is in fact, provocative. All jokes aside, hope you like the next iteration!
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Kate’s skin was warm against mine, her leg was thrown over my hip and her cheek was on my chest. My heartbeat was still doing this weird uneven thing like it hadn’t quite decided which rhythm to commit to. She shifted a little, palm drifting down to rest on her stomach. Her fingers splayed there and stayed.
“I swear I can feel something happening,” she said suddenly.
I huffed out an exasperated breath. “What?”
“Probably not,” she said quickly. “It’s probably placebo, I know that. But, I don’t know…maybe.” Her voice got quieter.
I looked down at her. She was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide and shiny and a little wild. Her hair was sticking up in different directions, cheeks flushed. She looked ecstatic.
“If that worked…” She swallowed, talking more to herself than to me, hand still pressed to her belly. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I really hope it worked…”
I couldn’t think of a way to answer that that didn’t sound stupid, so I opted for “Yeah…totally.”
“We’re going make SO many babies together. You and me.” she said, finally turning to face me, “I literally want five.”
My shock must have shown on my face because she backtracked quickly, “Or, you know…as many as you would like to help us conceive. Whatever that looks like for…you— ahem—I’m so sorry,” she said grinning and covering her mouth embarrassed. “I’m really having a moment here…Okay,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “I’m gonna go take a shower before I say more words.”
She hopped off the bed and walked toward the doorway, completely naked, without a second thought. I caught myself staring and then immediately tried to stop staring, which just made it worse.
She leaned on the doorframe and glanced back at me, unfazed. “You can shower after me if you want,” she said.
“Cool,” I said. My voice cracked on the word. Great.
“Do you need anything?” she asked, still just standing there. Having a casual conversation in the doorway like she wasn’t fully nude.
I shook my head. “Uhh—N—No, I’m good.”
“Okay.” She reached inside the bathroom, rummaged for a second, then tossed a folded towel toward the bed without looking. I barely caught it before it smacked me in the face.
“Cat-like reflexes,” she said, grinning.
She turned the shower on, then stuck her head back out, cheeks going a little pink. “I’ll be quick. I’m just going to go rinse…all that excess…you off,” she said, gesturing vaguely at herself, then paused. “That sounded way less gross in my head.”
“It definitely didn’t,” I said. “But it’s fine.”
“Shut up,” she said fondly, and disappeared into the steam.
The shower helped when it was my turn. I stood there until my fingers started to prune and the mirror was completely fogged, realizing that being with Kate was one of the most intimate things I’d ever done in my whole life. For better or for worse, I felt bonded to her, closer with her than a lot of other women I’d seriously dated who were actually attracted to me. I tried to bury these uncomfortable thoughts where they belonged.
When I came back out, Kate was in the living room wearing soft pajama shorts, but her top was a hoodie now. Her hair was damp and frizzy around the edges, and she had a deck of cards spread out on the coffee table. The Office was playing on the TV at low volume, Michael Scott in mid-meltdown about something I’d definitely seen a couple times before.
Kate brightened when she saw me. “Hey! All clean?”
“Uhh…yeah.” I said, toweling the last of the water from my hair.
“Good.” She patted the spot on the floor next to her. “Come here. I’m going to kick your ass at this.”
“At what?”
“Egyptian Rat Screw,” she said.
“Is that a real game?”
“It absolutely is,” she said, affronted. “Sit down and face me, coward.”
I sat and she launched into an explanation of the rules. Twenty minutes later, I still wasn’t sure I fully understood, but I did know that she kept insisting she was “actually really good at this, usually,” right before losing another round.
“You’re cheating,” she said eventually, narrowing her eyes as I scooped up yet another pile.
“You can’t cheat at Egyptian rat screw,” I said. “You just slapped the wrong pile again.”
“I have slow reflexes,” she said. “I’m old.”
“You’re five years younger than me.” I said, exasperated and laughing.
We played until the cards started sliding off the table. At some point, she leaned against my shoulder to see the cards better and didn’t move away for a second. I pretended not to notice, because I liked it more than I should have. I felt stupid and guilty, feeling like I had a crush on girl who was not only gay, but in a committed relationship with someone who was a friend of mine. It was a tidal wave of conflicting emotions that gave me a stomach ache. In that moment I realized why girls were always so annoyed about their guy friends who are often secretly into them. It absolutely happens, and is somewhat involuntary for the guy, even if there’s a zero percent chance of anything ever happening.
The door clicked open a little after 4:00. Maria stepped in, juggling her bag and her keys and a grocery sack that looked like it held exactly two things. She shut the door with the back of her foot and called out, “Helloooo?”
“In here,” Kate said back.
Maria walked into the living room and stopped, her eyes taking in the scene.
For a second, I braced for something tight in her expression. But she just smiled, a little tired around the edges.
“Hey,” I said, raising a hand.
“Hey, donor boy,” she said easily. She set down the grocery bag and leaned over the back of the couch to kiss the top of Kate’s head. Kate tipped her face up for it, eyes closing briefly.
“How was work?” Kate asked.
“Trash,” Maria said. She kicked her shoes off and flopped onto the couch, stretching her legs out so her toes nudged my shoulder. “You guys been having fun?”
“Yeah,” Kate said. “He sucks at Egyptian Rat Screw.”
“I’m literally winning,” I said.
Maria smiled, watching the two of us bicker, arms folded under her chest. “So,” Maria said after a moment, shifting her gaze between us. “Just to get it out of the way, do we want to talk logistics for tonight? When do you two want to start the attempt?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again when Kate spoke up before I could.
“It’s already done!” she said brightly.
Maria blinked. “Already…wait, what?”
Kate grinned, pushing herself up to stand. She lifted her hoodie with one hand and gave her stomach a couple of light taps with the other, then dropped her voice into a mock-serious baritone.
“The bloodline is secured,” she intoned like she was narrating a trailer. She cracked up at her own joke immediately. When no one laughed, she looked back and forth between us, “Dune 2? Come on, no? Okay…”
I tried to smile, but my stomach did this weird little flip. I glanced at Maria. Her face had gone very still and blank.
“Oh,” she said finally. “Okay.” Her voice was neutral. “How was it?”
Kate froze, laugh dying in her throat. “That’s a very personal question, my love,” she said, trying to make it light again.
Maria’s mouth twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smile. “Yeah, well, I’m starting to get eaten alive by some insecurity here,” she said, voice tightening just a hair. “So maybe we can stop with the jokes, please?”
Kate’s expression fell immediately and her eyes widened, “Yeah,” she said softly. “Okay. Wow, yeah, I’m sorry.” Kate’s words came out in a rush, ever the people-pleaser. “You’re totally right. It’s just cope. It was fine, it was really quick and uneventful actually and he was really sweet.”
She looked at the floor when she said “fine,” her returning to her normal shy self.
Maria watched her for a beat, expression unreadable. Then she sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Okay,” she said. “Great. Sorry. It’s still something I’m still getting used to, and I spent all day at work putting out dumb fires with customers, and…” Her voice trailed off. “I’m glad you guys did. Really. I am.”
She pushed up off the couch. “I’m gonna go smoke a bowl and then I’ll come hang out.”
“’Kay,” Kate said quietly.
Maria disappeared down the hall. The back door opened and shut again a moment later. The room felt different immediately. The cards on the table suddenly looked stupid. Kate sank slowly back down to the floor like someone had unplugged her. She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. “I shouldn’t have made that joke,” she said finally. “I always do stupid stuff like that.”
“I don’t think it’s that big a deal,” I said. “She just had a bad day, and I think our walls are a lot more torn down than hers at the moment.”
“Probably could have avoided the stupid bit about my uterus though.”
“It was funny,” I said, shrugging. I watched her chew her thumbnail. The guilt on her face was palpable. “Do you…want me to go?” I asked carefully. “I don’t want to make things more complicated for you two. I can give you space.”
Her head snapped up so fast I almost jumped. “No,” she said immediately. “No, please don’t. That would make it worse.”
“Worse how?” I said.
“She’d think she scared you off,” Kate said. “Or that she was too harsh. Or that you’re uncomfortable now. She’d spiral all night. And so would I.” She winced. “And also I…kind of don’t want you to go yet. Is that weird?”
My stomach gave a dark swooping sensation that I tried my best to repress. “No, I don’t think so.”
We half-reset the cards, more for something to do than because either of us cared who won. The TV kept running in the background. After a few minutes, the door clicked again. Maria came back in, smelling faintly of weed as I felt the cold air. Her eyes were a little softer around the edges now.
“Hey,” she said addressing Kate, voice gentler. “Sorry if I was snappy.”
“It’s okay,” Kate said quickly. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have—”
Maria crossed the room in a few steps and cut her off with a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I know what you were doing,” she said. “It’s one of the things I love about you. It just hit me weird for a second, that’s all.”
Kate’s shoulders dropped in visible relief. And Maria looked over at me then. “And you,” she said. “Don’t even think about vanishing.”
“I wasn’t going to vanish,” I lied.
She snorted. “Boy you’ve got that ‘midnight Irish goodbye’ look on your face already. Stay. Please. It’ll be fun.”
I agreed, and ended up staying. Hearing the sounds of rush hour outside of their apartment around 5:00 PM. We watched some more TV, Kate and I on the couch and Maria in the easy chair closest to Kate. I ordered all of us pizza, which they were both very verbally appreciative of, and I was legitimately enjoying hanging out with both of them, as well as the feeling that there was nowhere to be but here.
The last bit of the remaining day’s sun had just vanished when Maria stood and stretched, cracking her neck. “I’m gonna sneak out back for a minute again,” she said casually. “You in?”
She looked at Kate, who shook her head with a small, apologetic smile. “Since there’s a decent chance I’m pregnant right now, I’ll pass. You go ahead though.”
Maria turned to me. “You?”
I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Sure.”
The air outside was cool, and I could hear some faint latin music down the street as well as what sounded like a small party to accompany it. Maria and I walked out onto her back porch, and she smiled waved to her neighbor who was a sweet looking old lady next door. She was sitting on the adjacent porch and holding a steaming mug, and waved back to Maria with a smile, a book in her lap.
Without a second thought Maria lit up the bowl she’d packed inside and took a slow pull, holding it in expertly and blowing smoke out of her mouth gently into the night air before passing it to me.
I smiled, lighting it and taking a pull. I was no novice at this, but I still coughed at the first hit. She laughed softly. “It’s good shit,” she said.
“Yeah, that’s an understatement.” I rasped, eyes watering.
We passed it back and forth a half dozen times. The ceramic bowl felt warm against my fingers which was nice against the cold air, the taste was earthy and calming. Somewhere around my second hit, I felt some of my anxiety start to evaporate as easily as the smoke. When we finished the bowl, I sat there listening to the sound of my breath, as a warm tingling engulfed me and gave me a stupid little smile that I couldn’t wipe off my face no matter how hard I tried. The world seemed a near infinite ocean of possibility.
Maria leaned back against the porch railing, exhaling toward the stars, her eyes bloodshot. “Bomb-ass sativa,” she said with a grin.
“Yeah, fuck. I’m definitely high,” I murmured, grinning back.
She flicked the lighter closed, pocketed it, and nudged me with her hip. “Let’s go back in. I’m cold.”
We drifted back inside. The lighting felt dimmer now, and their living room felt cozy and safe. Kate had rearranged the living room a little, and draped a couple of blankets over the couch. She looked up from where she was curled into the pillows.
“Feeling good?” she asked.
Maria answered for me. “Very.”
Maria stretched out on the couch next to Kate, her head resting in her partner’s lap as we all watched the show playing in the background. None of us were really following too closely anymore, but it was nice background noise as we were talking.
The warm ripple of the sativa curled behind my eyes. The three of us talked lazily about inconsequential stuff for almost an hour. At one point, someone mentioned a band and Maria perked up.
“Oh my god,” she said, laughing. “Okay, wait. That reminds me. I’ve seen them before live. I once went to one of their concerts completely tripping balls on acid, and I ended up having sex in the backseat of some guy’s car before the opening act even started.”
Kate gasped in mock-horror. “I don’t think I want to hear about this…” though she was grinning a little.
Maria shrugged her off. “It was just this dumb jock Chad-type dude from our group. He was super hot but, like, didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. We were both fucked up, and he didn’t want to wear a condom.”
“Ah. Classic.” I said.
“Right?” Maria said. “I was like, ‘Dude, I am on another planet right now but I still don’t want your diseases or your children. Wrap that thing up.’”
“Did he?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she said, brushing her hair out of her face. “Just needed a firm hand is all.”
Kate chuckled. “I’ve never had sex on psychedelics, and also have never had sex with a guy either, present company excluded. So you’ve got me beat on two fronts. I did try mushrooms once, but I was certainly not having sex with anyone and ending up crying about clouds for like two hours.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, laughing.
“I was convinced they were following me,” Kate said, embarrassed but laughing. “Like, emotionally. Like they were worried about me or something.”
“Oh my god,” Maria said, grinning. “You’ve told me about this before but I forgot, that’s hilarious.”
Kate looked equal parts grim an amused. “It was nightmarish.”
We all laughed, Maria reached up and laced her fingers with Kate’s, giving her hand a little squeeze. The show on the TV kept playing, but none of us were looking.
After a moment, Maria said, “Okay, now I want to play a high-ass version of Never Have I Ever.”
Kate groaned. “Oh no. You’re the worst at this game, and I’m not even high.”
Maria rolled onto her side, ignoring her but still half-curled against Kate. “Okay, I’ll start. Never have I ever had sex on ecstasy.”
Kate let out another groan. “See? That’s all this game is. You just end up talking about sex.”
“You don’t have to play,” Maria said sweetly. “But you’ll miss out on all my charming anecdotes.”
Kate grabbed a pillow and clutched it to her chest. “Fine. But just nice things only.”
Maria smirked. “I always say nice things to you, but you never believe me.”
Kate leaned back, pretending to be exasperated. “Oh my god.”
Maria brushed a hand through Kate’s red curls and said softly, “You know I love you, right? My little praise queen.”
Kate immediately flushed. “Don’t make fun of me,” she said softly, shrinking into herself a little. “That’s not cool.”
Maria immediately softened. “Hey, hey—shit. I wasn’t. I swear.”
Kate looked down. “It just…feels like you are. I’m weird about that stuff.”
“Seriously,” Maria said. “It’s not weird. Everyone has their thing. Some people like being called names or like being choked or tied up or some shit. But you just like being told how much of a good girl you are.”
“I just hate when people laugh at me for liking that,” Kate said. “It’s not, like…performative. It’s just how I feel good.”
I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt. I was still getting used to their bickering.
Maria kissed Kate’s forehead. “Well for the record, I love that about you.”
Kate finally looked up and gave a small smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Maria nodded, tone gentle now. “Your whole face lights up when someone tells you you’re doing good. It’s adorable.” Maria leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Better?”
“…Better.” Kate said, begrudgingly.
Maria glanced at me, a twinkle in her eye. “See what I mean? Praise queen.”
Kate grabbed another pillow and smacked her in the face with it as they both started laughing.
I cleared my throat. “So how did you two get together anyway?”
Maria grinned. “Oh, we’ve got the best lore.” Kate laughed, covering her face.
“So she worked at my restaurant,” Maria said. “The newest hostess. Barely twenty years old and very cute. Also very flustered every time I talked to her.”
“I was not flustered.” Kate said.
“Well, she was always really shy around me at least, but I could tell she would stare at me a lot.”
“I was admiring from afar.” Kate said, smiling dreamily.
Maria went on, “Then a few months in, she dropped a little tub of ranch that got all over a customers shoes. And the guy was a huge dick about it. So after I comped his meal and got him to leave I asked if she could come back and talk to me in the office.”
“It’s more of a closet,” Kate protested. “It’s…—okay, sure. It’s a tiny office.”
“And…” Maria said with a smirk.
“—And I thought she was going to fire me.” Kate interjected quickly.
“She did, came in on the verge of tears, apologizing up the wall. So…naturally I did what any good manager would do, and asked her if she would let me take her out to coffee.”
“I could not believe it. I literally thought I was being punked. I had the biggest crush…” Kate said with a giggle.
“So,” Maria continued, “we went out Monday morning when we both had off and had our coffee date. Very cute. And then after that…”
“Don’t you dare,” Kate warned.
“…and then I made her cum so hard she saw the God her parents always tried to make her believe in.”
“Maria!” Kate’s hands flew to her face as she flung her whole body to bury herself into the couch cushions, mortified.
Maria cackled with laughter, and Kate peaked over her hands in a fit of nervous laugher, “I hate the way you tell that story. You make it sound like I’m some floozy!”
“You’re not a floozy,” Maria said, smug. “We’d been eye-fucking each other for months. But y’know, I will say, you couldn’t get your legs open for me fast enough…”
Finally, Kate didn’t look embarrassed, “You’re my…my—weakness. What can I say?”
Maria leaned back on her hands, her smile wicked. “You remember what I said when we got to my place? Right after I kissed you for the first time?”
Kate covered her face again, already shaking her head. “Please no.”
“I said you were the cutest girl I’d ever seen,” Maria said, “and that I’d really like it if we took our clothes off and fucked.”
Kate groaned.
“And you said…”
“…’Okay’,” Kate whispered.
The three of us laughed again, but it was weightier that time. Kate looked up, cheeks still pink, but smiling. A long silence fell as Kate curled against Maria, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Then, a little emboldened by my haze and the recent hyper-honesty, I cleared my throat. “So…what exactly did you do to her?”
Maria tilted her head as she smiled darkly, her eyes narrowed. “You pig. Are you seriously asking for the play-by-play?”
“I’m just looking to satisfy my own curiosity is all.” I said, shrugging.
“Well,” Maria said, settling in, “first, I took her shirt off. She was shaking like a leaf. I kissed her collarbone. Bit her neck a little. She made this noise…”
“Maria—” Kate whined, but didn’t stop her.
“…and then I kissed down her stomach. I remember she was wearing this cute little skirt, which ended up on my floor before long. Little minx didn’t even wear underwear to our date. And I was really taking my time. I teased her until she was dripping and literally begging me to lick her. Adorable. And when I finally touched her…”
Maria’s voice had gone lower, more intimate. Her hand was resting on Kate’s hip now, thumb tracing soft circles. Kate turned her face as she buried it into Maria’s neck. “You’re gonna kill me,” Kate mumbled against her skin.
“And you liked it,” Maria said, taking her eyes off me and smiling at her lover. “You were SO loud. I thought I was going to get an actual noise complaint.
Kate whimpered. “Stopppp.”
But Maria didn’t stop. She leaned down and kissed behind Kate’s ear, her hand slowly sliding under the waistband of her pajama pants until her whole hand disappeared beneath them.
Kate inhaled with a gasp as I froze, my mouth suddenly dry, and not from the weed. Maria met my gaze across the couch. Her eyes were dark and mischievous, and she raised her eyebrows and gave me a look like: you got a problem with this?
Kate shifted, letting her legs fall open just slightly. Her hand reached blindly behind her, gripping Maria’s thigh.
“You can’t do that to me if you’re not gonna stand on business,” Kate murmured.
Maria smiled as her hand moved under Kate’s waistband again. Kate gasped, eyes fluttering shut, her fingers tightening around a throw pillow near her.
“You’re wet already…” Maria murmured, leaning in close to Kate’s ear.
Kate gave a low, shaky laugh. “Some of it is probably his,” she whispered, barely audible. “From earlier.”
Maria’s eyes flicked to mine, then back to Kate’s face. “Mmm. Good,” she breathed, her voice deep and heady. “I want you full of his swimmers as much as possible. Until we’re sure.”
I was so high I could barely feel my legs, and also hadn’t fully grasped the gravity of what was unfolding in front of me. Wherever I put my hands, they felt wrong and awkward. And watching the girls together felt faintly like a dream.
“So…what’d you do to her exactly?” I asked suddenly, not sure I meant to speak out loud, in my own little mild psychosis.
Maria turned her head lazily toward me, her smile stretching just a little wider. She looked beautifully stoned. Her eyelids were red and low and her skin was glowing.
“Well…” she drawled, clearly enjoying herself. “I touched her. Here.” Her fingers moved beneath Kate’s waistband again, and Kate let out a high, trembling noise in response.
“I started rubbing her, just soft at first. But she—” Maria looked down at Kate, “—she was just the cutest little thing. Her legs were shaking and she was biting her lip, trying not to make too much noise at first. All squirmy. And I realized I just…wanted to kiss her.”
She leaned in to press a slow kiss to Kate’s temple, then another down to her mouth.
“So I did,” Maria continued. “I kissed her mouth, and it was immaculate. But she couldn’t stop squirming underneath me, poor thing. Because I was rubbing her clit…”
“Can you show me?” I asked. The words slipped out before I could second guess them.
Maria’s head tilted, and for a second, she didn’t say anything. Then she grinned a slow, wicked grin that made my heart thump painfully in my chest.
“…Sure,” she said, drawing her hand slowly from under Kate’s pants, and I saw her fingers glisten in the soft light. She glanced down, then looked back at Kate with something that felt like reverence.
“Come here, sweet thing,” she said. Her voice was like velvet.
Kate obeyed without question. She turned around and crawled toward Maria on her knees, breath unsteady, hair falling in her face eyes wide and looking expectantly up at her partner, like she was desperate for her to tell her what to do next. Maria took her in like a sculptor admiring her own creation. Then she reached for the hem of Kate’s shirt and peeled it upward, pressing kisses to her stomach as she went.
“You okay?” Maria asked, quiet and close.
Kate nodded, barely.
Maria kissed her neck, then again her mouth. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” she whispered, soft and steady. “So perfect…”
Maria stripped Kate at an agonizingly slow pace, torturing me, looking over at me every few moments to see my reaction. Every time a piece of fabric slipped off, Maria leaned in and kissed whatever skin it revealed: her shoulder, the curve of her hip, and the soft inside of her thigh.
By the time Kate was down to nothing, her eyes were closed and her legs were spread wide, all modesty forgotten. Maria eased her down onto the couch and climbed over her, long limbs curling around her.
Then Maria looked at me. “You watching?” she asked, voice rough, almost hoarse.
I nodded. She smiled then leaned in and kissed Kate full on the mouth. Kate moaned into her lips, hips rising, her hands disappearing into Maria’s black curls. Maria’s hand moved downward again, this time without the barrier of fabric. Kate broke the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back.
“God,” Kate whispered. “I love you…”
“I love you too baby girl…shhhhh…lay back for me…”
I was rooted to the spot as Maria shushed her gently, kissing her throat, then her shoulder. Kate was coming apart under her, eyes opening every few seconds to look up at Maria. I barely breathed while this happened. Until I noticed an uncomfortable pressure around my crotch as my member pressed against the inside of the fabric of my pants, a small wet spot at the tip.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I almost subconsciously undid my pants, slid them down several inches and then took my hard cock out and held it in my hand for a moment. Neither girl noticed this, too infatuated with each other.
I slowly began to run my hand up and down my own length as I watched the girls mack on each other.
At some point, Maria noticed my movement. Her eyes flicked in my direction while she was still half‑kissing Kate, and a tiny startled noise slipped out of her before she pulled back just far enough to speak. “You’re disgusting,” she said lightly, except the smile behind it wasn’t disgust at all.
Kate made a breathy, helpless sound under her, still half‑lost in Maria’s attention, but Maria’s gaze had locked onto me now. “I would…really like to know what you did to her next.” I said, my hand moving up and down as I spoke. “If that’s not too much trouble.”
Then Maria tossed her hair back confidently, enjoying whatever game this was. “Well,” she said in a voice lower than before, “the only thing I could think about was how badly I wanted to taste that pussy.” Kate whimpered beneath her, her hips giving the tiniest twitch. “But…” Maria continued, glancing at me with mock innocence, “you probably don’t want to see that, do you? Probably sounds gross to you…definitely not at all hot.”
“Definitely not,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, knowing Maria was as high as I was, “but I’ll power through somehow.”
She looked down at me stroking my cock briefly. Her mouth curved and she bit her lip softly, and something in her gaze grew darker. “Dirty boy,” she purred.
Maria turned back to her, like the game she was playing with me was fun, but the real prize was already in her lap. She murmured something soft against Kate’s skin that I couldn’t catch, and then trailed down Kate’s body with her mouth with agonizing patience.
Kate made a sound like something between a whimper and a gasp, and her soft thighs shifted restlessly. Her hands clinging to Maria’s back. Still watching, I adjusted slightly, trying to breathe normally, trying not to jerk myself into completion too fast.
Maria kissed down her stomach, over every inch of exposed skin. At some point, Kate’s head lolled to the side and her eyes cracked open just enough to find me. She saw me and the state I was in. Then she grinned, this dizzy, gleeful thing. She laughed a breathy surprised sound, and then reached down to curl her fingers into Maria’s hair.
Maria let herself be pulled, groaning softly as she settled between Kate’s legs.
And then, Maria pressed forward, anchoring her face hard against Kate’s pelvis, with her hands on Kate’s thighs. Her painted fingernails dug into soft skin, gripping her like she was trying to make sure Kate didn’t float away. Kate cried out, and then the yell got caught in her throat as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she make a small, involuntary gurgling sound.
Maria, for a moment, looked back over at me, her mouth and tongue glistening with Kate’s arousal. And then she rolled her hips gently against the couch, like her own body was aching with the desire that she was creating for her partner.
Maria dove back in with renewed fervor, her tongue lapping at Kate’s folds. Kate’s body arched off the couch, her fingers tightening in Maria’s hair. Wet, rhythmic slurps mixed with Kate’s breathy moans drowned out the forgotten TV drone. I sat there transfixed, my hand moving steadily up and down my shaft, the slickness from my own precum making each stroke smoother. My cock throbbed in my grip with the veins pulsing under my fingers, the head swollen and glistening.
Without thinking, I reached out, my free hand inching toward Kate’s thigh, drawn by the flush of her skin, the way her muscles tensed and released with every flick of Maria’s tongue. I just wanted to feel her and be part of it somehow. But before my fingers could brush her, Maria’s hand shot out, smacking mine away with a sharp crack.
“Mmm-mmm,” she hummed against Kate’s pussy, the vibration making Kate gasp and buck her hips. Maria lifted her head just enough to shoot me a glare that was equal parts playful and possessive, her lips shiny and swollen. “No touching her unless you two are trying to make babies. Just keep pumping your cock there. And feel lucky we’re letting you enjoy the show.”
I pulled my hand back, a shit-eating grin tugging at my lips despite the uncomfortable ache in my balls. “Fair enough,” I muttered. My voice was thick with frustrated lust as I tightened my grip on myself, stroking slower now, savoring the build-up as I watched Maria resume her feast on Kate’s lady parts. Kate’s half-lidded eyes met mine over Maria’s head, a small smile playing on her lips. She bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan as I watched Maria suck her clit between her lips, teasing it with gentle tugs.
Maria pulled back after a few more languid licks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. She sat up on her knees, her dark eyes flicking between Kate and me. “God, that first time…after I tasted her, I couldn’t stop. She was so obnoxiously wet. I just wanted to scissor the tits off this fine piece of ass.”
She grinned wickedly at Kate, who blushed deeper, her freckled cheeks turning crimson. “Remember that, babe? How I flipped you over…and grinded against you…”
Kate nodded weakly, her breath coming in short pants. “Y-yeah…of course. I would’ve literally let you do anything to me…”
Maria’s hands roamed over Kate’s body, tracing the curve of her breasts, pinching a nipple until Kate whimpered. “I want to show him…if you’re okay with it…”
Kate’s eyes widened, but she looked resolute in following Maria’s every instruction. “Okay…’”
Maria didn’t need more encouragement. She stood briefly, stripping off her own clothes. Her sweatshirt came first, revealing her full breasts with dark nipples that were already hardened from arousal, one of which was pierced. Then her shorts and panties slid down in one motion, exposing the neat trim of her pubic hair and the slickness between her thighs. Her olive skin glowing under the dim lamp light. Kate watched her with adoration, her own body quivering in anticipation.
“Lay on your side, sweetie,” Maria instructed, her voice low and commanding. Kate obeyed her as she always did, rolling onto her side on the couch, one leg bent at the knee, the other extended. Maria positioned herself opposite, scooting close until their legs intertwined like puzzle pieces. One of Maria’s thighs over Kate’s, the other under. Their privates hovered inches apart, and I could swear the heat between them was palpable even from where I sat next to them.
Maria reached down, spreading Kate’s lips with two fingers, exposing her swollen clit. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” she murmured, more to me than to Kate. “All puffy and wet…maybe a little from you earlier.” She glanced at me, her eyes gleaming. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”
My cock felt heavier now, the tip leaking steadily, smearing my palm. Maria shifted forward, closing the gap. Their skin met with a soft, wet slap. Kate’s slick hairy folds pressing against Maria’s. Both women gasped at the contact, Kate’s body jolting like she’d been electrocuted. Maria started the rhythm, rolling her hips in a slow grind, her clit rubbing directly against Kate’s. The motion was hypnotic. Forward and back, then tight circles that slowly grew more aggressive. Their juices mingled, creating a glossy sheen where they connected. The sounds were obscene. It was slippery squelches that were punctuated by their shared moans.
Kate’s hand clutched at Maria’s hip, pulling her closer. “Fuck…Maria, oh…babe…oh my god…” she breathed, her voice breaking. Maria thrusted her pelvis with more force, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.
I could see everything. The way Kate’s labia parted with each grind, her clit peeking out, red and engorged, and Maria’s ass flexing as she drove forward, her own arousal dripping down her thigh.
Maria leaned in, capturing Kate’s mouth fiercely, their tongues dancing as their lower bodies worked in tandem. Kate’s free leg hooked around Maria’s waist, locking them tighter. The scissoring intensified. Maria’s hips snapped faster, grinding down with precision, targeting that sweet spot that made Kate cry out. “Yes, right there… oh God, you’re so wet against me…”
I jerked faster, my breath ragged, the sight pushing me to the edge. Their breasts bounced with each thrust. Kate’s softer, smaller ones pressing against Maria’s larger, firmer pair when they leaned close. Maria broke the kiss to nip at Kate’s neck, leaving red marks that would bruise tomorrow. “He’s getting so hard for you…” Maria moaned.
Kate’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. “He’s…he’s stroking so fast…” she panted, a wicked spark in her gaze despite her shyness.
Maria looked over her shoulder at me, her movements never faltering. “We’ve got him riled up, haven’t we? Look at that cock, throbbing, ready to burst. Just for you, girl…” She ground harder against Kate, eliciting a sharp yelp. “But I don’t want to waste any of that potent baby batter. What do you think? Would it be okay if he puts it inside you when he finishes? Just for good measure…make sure that baby’s coming.”
Kate’s response was immediate, desperate. “Yes…yes…he can fill me again…just as long as he’s gentle…”
That was all the invitation I needed, but Maria held up a hand, smirking. “Not yet.”
The scissoring reached a fever pitch. Maria’s hips blurred with speed, her clit mashing against Kate’s in frantic circles. Kate’s body tensed, her toes curling, fingers digging into Maria’s flesh. “I’m…I’m close…” she whimpered.
“Good, baby…cum for me…you deserve it…” Maria said sweetly, her own face contorting in pleasure. Their bodies glistened with sweat, sliding easier now, the friction turning to pure glide.
Then Kate shattered. “Ehh…ohhh…AHHHHH!!!” Her back arched as a keening wail escaping her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched visibly, translucent liquid squirting in small spurts against Maria’s mound.
Maria grinned and laughed as she got hit by Kate’s fluids, and muttered “Ooooo there we go…” Seconds later, grinding down hard one last time, her head thrown back as she moaned long and low.
They rode it out together, slowing to gentle rocks and kissing softly as aftershocks trembled through them. Finally, Maria disentangled, sitting back with a satisfied sigh. “Your turn,” she said to me, her voice husky. “Get over here and breed her.”
I didn’t hesitate. Kate spread her legs wider, still panting, her pussy red and dripping from their session. I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock nudging her entrance. She was so wet that I slid in with one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
It was heaven. Kate moaned, wrapping her legs around me. “Yes… give it to me…but please just make it quick…”
Maria watched from the side, her fingers idly circling her own clit. “Fuck her good…fill her up.”
I thrust steadily, the build-up from watching them too intense to last long. Kate’s warm walls clenched around me, milking me hopelessly as I pounded deeper. “I’m gonna cum…” I groaned.
“Do it,” Kate urged, her nails raking my back. “Inside…all of it…”
With a final, shuddering thrust, I exploded, as Maria put one hand on my ass, pushing me further into Kate, ropes of cum pumping into her at force, mixing with whatever remnants were left from earlier. Kate gasped, her body tensing as if feeling every pulse. I collapsed onto her our breaths mingling.
Maria chuckled softly, pulling us both into a loose embrace. “Good girl. Now, surely one of those must have stuck, right?”
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