Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian (No Limits Erotica Book 2) (3 page)

It was a cycle. It felt endless. And Ariel wanted a way out.

Rebecca and Holden—together—were that way out for her.

Ariel knew she probably wasn’t as smart as her friends. They went to college, after all. And she knew that she didn’t have any connections or any wide network of people. Her family was basically non-existent; Rebecca, was, in fact, the closest thing to family she had. More like a sister than a friend.

The only advantage that Ariel had in the world—the one advantage she knew she could use—was that she was hot. And no matter what it took, she was going to arouse Rebecca and Holden, the richest people she knew, until they were so desperate to fuck her that they’d do anything. Give her anything.

Give her a better life.

Today had not been an immediate home run, of course. But that hardly mattered. She had been able to kiss the girl she’d dreamed of for years now. And the kiss was hot, layered with intensity, and most important—it was returned. No one-sided, surprise affair for she and Rebecca, no. Whatever Ariel felt, Rebecca felt too...and that made her hands drift down toward her pussy as she enjoyed the bubbling sensations of the jacuzzi.

It had been a few hours now since Holden arrived. Ariel had said hello, very polite and even a bit shy, and then slid back into the background. Holden explained how his football camp had been canceled due to the incumbent weather—a real blizzard was expected—and so he was free to hang out with the girls as he wanted.

It took a particular kind of mind to hear that one activity was canceled due to horrible weather, and then drive up a mountain where the weather would no doubt be worse than anywhere else. But, Ariel wasn’t complaining. Indeed, she had planned out several contingencies just for this very occurrence.

It was all very simple—she would have to fuck Holden, too. The thought didn’t fill her with any great joy, but the thought of being with a man did strike her as rather exotic.

Even though she was a lesbian, she thought cocks were rather intriguing. From time to time, she even fantasized about them. Certainly, there was no denying that the construction of her lovely body had been designed with a cock in mind. Although, Ariel’s hot body had been constructed with all sorts of intentions in mind—all of them sexual, and none of them very much depending on solely male or female anatomy.

She let her hands slide up and down her body, enjoying the feel of herself. With no internet and no television, Ariel’s one true pleasure in life was the way her body looked and felt. She let her fingers slide over her wet nipples through the skintight material of her bikini. Her swimsuit was bright and yellow, held together with tiny strings tied together. Her hands cupped down around her crotch, feeling the heat of the water mixing with the hot heat of her pussy.

God, she was turned on. That episode with Rebecca had only left her wanting more and more. She couldn’t wait to try again.

As if the universe listened in to her thoughts, the nearby cabin door opened behind her. She pretended not to notice and kept her eyes closed. Then, slowly, exquisite muscle by exquisite muscle, she stretched upward like a cat. She wanted for all eyes on her to know that the hot tub was warm, relaxing, and inviting.

When finally she opened her eyes, she noticed that at the door, mouth agape, was Holden. Ariel had been expecting Rebecca...but giving him an erotic display had its advantages as well.

“Hey there,” he said. “Rebecca's gone up to bed. Too much to drink. I just wanted to let you know. You look...um...”

“Comfortable?”

He nodded graciously. “Sure. Yes.”

It was hard to stifle her laugh. In several ways, Holden and Rebecca were nearly the same person. It was easy to see how they had come together.

Such a good boy. I wonder how he’ll take it when I’m sucking him off better than anyone else ever has. No way Rebecca has even touched his cock yet.

“Do you want to come in?” she offered, moving aside. “There’s plenty of room, and the water feels delicious.”

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, sliding forward. She leaned on her hands, her tits nearly popping out of her tiny bikini. Her massive globes were wet and shiny. Her fingers slid over their surface, clearly wanting him to think about what it would be like if he touched. “Please? I’d love some company. That’s why I came on this trip, after all.”

His stance shifted, but his gaze fell firmly on Ariel’s rack. “I thought it was to hang out with Rebecca?”

He was wavering. Ariel knew she had him. The same way that she knew she had complete control of a customer at her restaurant, that he would give her a massive tip just because she smiled at all his lame jokes.

“Come on. How shallow do you think I am? She won’t shut up about you. You’re important to her. So,” she tossed her thick, wet hair back casually, pretending not to be aware of how her tits were thrust forward even more, “that means you’re important to me. So let me get to know you. Please?”

“Sure. Sure, okay.” He looked around for a minute. “Let me just uh, go find my bathing suit and a towel.”

She laughed. “Come on! It’s not
our
cabin. Who cares if it gets a little wet while we walk around later? Just wear your undies. I don’t care. I’ll get a towel for you afterward.”

“You’ll get the towel?”

“Of course.” She stood up slightly, pretending to be offended. “I mean, aren’t you used to women doing what you ask? You’re so handsome, after all.”

He blushed harder, his thick biceps flexing in his sweater.

“Come on in,” urged Ariel. “The water’s
so
warm...”

Slowly, he took off his sweater. Ariel let her eyes boggle a bit. He was fucking
ripped
. His abs were stacked high up into his chest, and his pecs looked molded from stone. His biceps, thick and veiny, bulged with strength. And that wasn’t the only bulging going on. As he removed his pants, she discovered that he wore tight black briefs, but the darkness of the color couldn’t disguise his very real half-hard cock. Or at least, Ariel guessed that it was half-hard. She couldn’t even imagine how large it must be if it was all the way soft and still left such a big impression in the fabric.

Slowly, he slid into the water. He tried to sit across from Ariel, but she wouldn't allow it, coming close.

“God, you’re built.” She put a hand on his chest, feeling. “Can I?”

He might have refused, had her hands not already been on him. That was why, of course, she had touched him before asking. Now that he felt the softness of her touch, it was harder to push her away.

“Hey...” he coughed. “Come on, now. I thought Rebecca said that...you know.”

“What?”

“That you were a lesbian.”

“Oh, I totally am.”

“But...I mean. Come on.”

“What?”

She slid her hand further down his hard body, watching him squirm. It was fun to play dumb. It was even more fun to feel the rippling strength he held behind his abs and thighs.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble, okay? Because Rebecca
clearly
thinks the world of you. But you’re...you know you’re fucking hitting on me, don’t you?”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I am.” She shrugged, letting her hand slide past his abs, just over his cock. “I’m just really, really interested in what your cock tastes like. And the best way to find out seems like to get you horny enough to want me to suck your cock. That’s all.”

She said it so innocently that Holden, for a few seconds, seemed to be considering her request with the gravest of sincerity. As if she had said—oh yes, I only need twenty dollars to pay for gas. Won’t you help me out?

“I...jesus fuck, but you are sexy. You are...”

He shook his head, and tried to get up. But Ariel wrapped one hand around his bulge, stroking it slow through his briefs.

“God, you’re big all over, aren’t you? What a
sexy
boyfriend Rebecca got herself.”

“Why...why would you want to taste my cock? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh, I love cock.”

“Rebecca said you were a lesbian, though.”

She smiled. He already wasn’t aware that he was repeating himself.

“And I am. But I still love cock.”

“But you’re a lesbian.”

Ariel sighed. “So we have established.”

“Lesbians like pussy if they like anything. They don’t like cock.”

“I am
emotionally
a lesbian. If I want to marry anyone, it’s a girl. But I still love cock. Here, I’ll show you.”

She slid forward and pushed her head under the water. Slowly, she pushed his boxers down and wrapped her mouth around his wet cock. It was rather unusual, trying to suck something underwater—but very fun. She liked the meat of it, the thickness and length. It felt
right
to wrap her mouth around something like her life depended on it. His cock got hard very quickly, shoving toward the back of her mouth and into her throat.

She slid off, out of breath.

“You see?” she said. “I love cock. Won’t you let me have more?”

Ariel’s hand wrapped around his hard cock, now, stroking intently. She bit her lip, looking at him with all the need she could muster.

“Rebecca, though...we’re lucky she didn’t come out already.”

“I don’t care if she sees me suck cock for the
very
first time, ever. With anyone. With my virgin mouth on a really hard, stiff dick.” She stroked him harder. “Do you?”

Clearly, he did...but he couldn’t control himself anymore. Now, she had him where she wanted—thinking with his dick. He sat up on the top seat of the jacuzzi, thrusting his hips upward. As Ariel sank down to suck deep on his shaft, her face only lightly splashed into the water. Her mouth wrapped around his shaft, slurping up and down happily.

Holden's head tilted back and up. “Oh fuck. Oh
fuck
. How is this your first time? How are you s-so
good
?”

Because she had practiced with dildos and cucumbers, of course. Not that she’d tell him that. Let him wonder. She slurped harder, moaning. His cock started to pulse against her tongue and throat. She could feel that something was about to happen.

“I’m going to cum. Fuck. You’re so hot. God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

She hesitated, just for an instant. Never before in her life had she tasted cum. This would be the first time, if she let it happen. There was a part of her that knew she was expected to be repulsed by it. But in reality, she was fascinated. The cock had tasted so good on its own. So masculine and firm. What would its product be like?

In seconds, she found out. The hot spray shot against the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth. It stuck to every surface it hit, sliding slow. The warm, salty goo was delicious to her. She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed it.

She swallowed it all happily, making sure to show him how it looked in her mouth first. He definitely liked
that
. Ariel made a note of his reaction, intending to use it against him later.

“You see?” she kissed into his ear. “Rebecca’s none the wiser. Not that it has to
stay
that way, of course...”

“Don’t.” Holden grabbed her hard by the shoulders. His fingers, just for a moment, slipped around her neck. Ariel felt her pussy twinge hard from the contact there. “Don’t you fucking
dare
tell her.”

Ariel smiled graciously. “Anything you say.”

She slid her hand back down to his cock. Still it trembled from the force of his orgasm just moments before. Stroking it softly, gently, trying to make him feel good. “I didn’t mean it as a threat. I apologize. I only meant to say...” she giggled, biting her lip. “Well. If you thought that having me was good, and having her is good...having the both of us could be fun. And I’m
very
interested in that. And
very
interested in making Rebecca interested.”

Holden’s eyes were wide with possibility. And Ariel couldn’t stop thinking about how hot his hand had felt around her neck.

* * * * *

T
he next morning, Rebecca made breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, toast, and coffee. Very all-american. Very delicious. Rebecca knew how to cook—no doubt she considered it part of the pre-requisites of being a good housewife for Holden down the line.

Ariel sat down in the corner, next to Holden. They sat out of view from Rebecca at the stove and sink, in a breakfast nook located in a small alcove directly outside the kitchen.

Ariel was flying high. She had had her first taste of cock, and she wanted more. Sleeping had been difficult with Holden's taste filling her body, and mind, so exquisitely.

It was so fucking
good
. She understood now, intuitively and biologically, why so many women just lost their minds for a good cock. Holden might not have known it, because Rebecca was blueballing him so expertly, but he was in possession of one hell of a cock. And Ariel, for one, wasn’t just about to let him walk away not knowing how amazing it was.

There were so many ways to please cocks. She could suck them, fuck them, lick them...she could stroke them. There hadn’t been much of that the night before. Perhaps she could change that.

Ariel knew she was still dressed exclusively to impress. Tight leggings clung to her ass and legs. She wore a tight, flirtatiously low sweater with buttons that couldn't possibly hope to stay buttoned over her bountiful breasts. Her outfit was, in many ways, similar to Rebecca's—who wore skintight sweatpants and a midriff-baring sweatshirt. The sweatshirt didn't show her cleavage, but it was so incredibly tight that it hardly mattered—her tits were the stars of the show.

“I think these are going to turn out great!” called Rebecca from the kitchen.

“Yeah!” said Holden. “They smell great.”

Without any discretion whatsoever, Ariel's hand slid over Holden’s crotch. He stiffened up immediately, both his spine and his bulge. The book in his hands dropped to the table.

“What are you doing?” Holden squirmed.

“Something fun.” Her newly-expert hand slid through his flannel pajamas and began to stroke him sure and fast. “Wouldn’t you agree?”