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  Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian

  No Limits Erotica, Volume 2

  Nadia Nightside

  Published by Nadia Nightside, 2015.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BAREBACK THREESOMES: SEDUCED BY A LESBIAN

  First edition. February 18, 2015.

  Copyright © 2015 Nadia Nightside.

  Written by Nadia Nightside.

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  Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian (No Limits Erotica, #2)

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  Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian

  The two of them looked down at the quivering, hot beauty with her legs eagerly splayed outward. She burned, like they all burned, with the desire for hot, brutal rutting. Their thoughts swam in torrents of lust.

  “You know she’s not on the pill. She’s a virgin to cock, just like me.”

  “I don’t care. I don’t care about any of that anymore. I want it. I want her to feel me in her. No condom. Just my cock, bare, and inside her where I belong.”

  “And she wants it too. Look at her. You can hear her through the gag. She’s begging for your cock. You’re so massive. Good lord. Look at that monster you’ve got.” Wonder tinged her voice. “It’s getting even harder the more I stroke it.”

  “God...” he shook his head. “How are you doing this to me?”

  “You’re doing it to yourself, Sir. You want it. I just want you to have it.”

  “You do, don’t you? You really want me to get her pregnant.”

  “I want you to get both of us pregnant. We both do. Just...her first, that’s all. She deserves it, after all.”

  “And so do you.”

  “And so do you. You deserve both of us on our knees. Filled up with your seed. Marked as yours. Bred by you.”

  “Mine...yes. Both of you.”

  “That’s it. Spread her legs wider. God, that’s so good. Take her. Take her now, please!”

  * * * * *

  Ariel rolled up the drive to the large, homey family cabin, impressed with the surrounding view. She had never been to the mountains before, despite her proximity to them back in Alder City. Now, the enormous stone features seemed to her to form into the faces of old gods, looking down on her, waiting and judging.

  Well, she thought smugly. They’d have a lot to judge soon enough.

  Leaning over the console, she shook Rebecca, and then shook her again. The petite, busty blond was really out of it.

  “Hey,” said Ariel. “We’re here.”

  Slowly, Rebecca yawned, making a perfectly round “o” shape with her lovely, full lips. Ariel’s heart melted looking at the sight of her old, gorgeous friend, all grown-up now. Rebecca's enormous, 38E breasts strained against her tiny purple top, exposing her lovely cleavage completely. Her breasts were exquisite, and her skin the product of healthy eating and plenty of sun, and the valley between her huge tits was easy for Ariel to get lost in.

  Rebecca had been exhausted upon arrival at the airport where Ariel picked her up. She mentioned something about finals, something about a party, and something about noisy kids on the plane, and then promptly passed out in the passenger seat.

  Probably something of a compliment existed in Rebecca’s complete trust of Ariel to take her where she needed to go. They hadn’t seen each other in person for more than five years, ever since Rebecca’s parents had drafted her off to boarding school. For her to trust Ariel so totally felt nice. They were both nineteen now, and at that perfect age where any sort of sexual exploration was both possible and welcome.

  Ariel had the address to the cabin where they were supposed to go, and punched it into the GPS after a little finagling. She had never used one before. She hadn’t even ever used a smartphone. Waitressing didn’t pay enough for such things, and it wasn’t like her family would be giving her any money—seeing as how they didn't exist anymore, and had only left her with a crushing amount of debts to pay off.

  Rebecca, though—or her parents—had put up money for a top-of-the-line rental car with all the goodies. Self-warming seats, climate control, LCD screens in the dashboard and the steering wheel—the works.

  They stepped out of the car, and Ariel did a short stretch. Her tight purple-and-black hoodie wasn’t enough for the cold, brisk mountain air, and she soon found—arms stretching high overhead—that her nipples had become firmly erect. When she opened her eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh from the blood rushing back through her tendons and joints, she saw Rebecca staring at her hefty, exposed bosom. Ariel had kept the hoodie partially unzipped just in case Rebecca woke up during the car ride. Rebecca hadn’t, of course. Now, watching her friend’s reaction to her fully developed breasts, Ariel could not help but feel a hefty dose of arousal and success. She tossed back her long hair and smiled flirtatiously at her friend.

  Rebecca’s eyes first went down, but once there, they no doubt saw Ariel’s tiny spandex shorts that she had put on for the ride. There was, true, something to be said for subtlety, but Ariel’s amorous desires for Rebecca were almost certainly not reciprocated in Rebecca’s conscious mind. Ariel knew she was attractive—with her tight, fit body and perfectly formed 36D breasts, her angelic face and thick dark hair—but Rebecca was too much of a goody two-shoes to really embrace the attraction that could be between them unless Ariel did everything she could to accentuate it.

  And so accentuate she had: tight hoodie with not even a bra underneath, half unzipped; tight matching purple spandex shorts; and special purple sneakers with slight lifts in the heels, enhancing the turn of her tanned ca
lves. An outfit made to create one thing—arousal.

  As Rebecca drank in the view, Ariel smiled, feeling satisfied, and raised an eyebrow.

  You see? She thought at her friend. You’re not the only one with a terrific rack on this vacation.

  Quickly, Rebecca turned away and rushed to the trunk of the car, popping it open and trying to retrieve her bags. Ariel allowed herself a small smile at her friend’s shyness.

  Such a good girl.

  “Here,” said Ariel, watching Rebecca struggle with her luggage. “I’ll get that for you.”

  She shouldered up the large suitcase the blond carried, surprised a bit at its weight. Ariel kept in shape from a daily home routine with a pair of twenty-pound dumbbells she’d inherited from the previous tenant of her apartment, but Rebecca’s suitcase was rock solid. Maybe she was planning for a longer stay than just the long four-day weekend.

  That would suit Ariel just fine. She certainly had plans to stay by Rebecca’s side for longer than four days, no matter if Rebecca had a boyfriend these days or not.

  More likely, though, Rebecca was just your somewhat-stereotypical posh babe, and didn’t have a firm understanding of how to pack for a long weekend getaway. Thoughts of giant hairdryers, extra tablets, pounds of bricks, and even extra television sets filled Ariel's mind as she hauled the lead-like suitcase up to the cabin.

  Rebecca certainly hadn’t dressed for the weather. In her tight, long skirt and skimpy pink top, she would catch a chill if she was caught outside longer than a few minutes. Of course, Ariel hadn’t exactly dressed for the weather either...but that was on purpose.

  It was January, and so far it had been an unusually warm month. While there had been plenty of cold, and even plenty of below-freezing temperatures, there as of yet hadn’t been really any precipitation for the season. Over the next few days, storms had been forecast, and then pushed back, and then forecast again. At the moment, there was no telling how the weather would fare.

  The cabin was located deep in the mountains overlooking a river that stretched down to the coast. All around the two beautiful girls were trees and rock. Stretching out into the distance were miles and miles of green. They were completely isolated up there—and Ariel had plenty of time alone with Rebecca to slide her needy, lusty fingers all over the beautiful body of her best friend.

  They stepped inside the cabin, and Rebecca flew to the thermostat, turning it up past seventy-five.

  “God, it’s cold out there!” Rebecca shook. “I didn’t know it was supposed to be so cold already.”

  The inside of the cabin was luxurious. More mansion than cabin. Ariel walked around, taking it all in. In one corner was a giant television with a full sound system beneath. In another corner was a fully stocked bar. The kitchen had the sort of refrigerator that was masked so that it looked like part of the wooden cabinets all around it. Inside the walk-in pantry was enough food for an entire winter.

  “Wow,” said Ariel. “You’re really set up here.”

  “What, this old place?” Rebecca shrugged, flopping down onto the couch. “I guess so. There’s no 4G coverage though. But I guess there’s wifi, so that helps out? We only come here like twice a year so we don’t worry so much about the niceties, you know?”

  “Sure,” said Ariel, closing the fridge. Inside, already, were an assortment of cut deli meats, a full array of green, red, and yellow vegetables, and seventeen different types of beer. Everything fresh. Everything prepared with the most absolute care. “Of course. No niceties.”

  Her own fridge was fully stocked when it had something in it that wasn’t just mustard and baking soda.

  “Do you think you could grab me a beer?” Rebecca asked. “Or some wine? Whatever’s around. I’m still super hungover from last night.”

  Ariel walked over to the bar and went to work, mixing Rebecca a very strong vodka and tonic. She wanted to move in as quickly as she could. The less time that Rebecca had to consider her as “just an old friend,” the better. The buxom young brunette wanted their skin to be touching. Their lips to be sliding breaths off one another. Their thighs pushing on each other, their pussies aching to be released from their stupid tight clothes...hot, torrid sex was her game. And she wanted it all weekend long. The sight of her busty friend, awake and about, had already set her pussy on fire.

  “Thanks.” Rebecca took the mixed drink and immediately downed half of it. “Wow. That’s strong.”

  They sat down at the couch across from the fireplace.

  “You looked like you could use a strong drink. Besides,” Ariel looked around, taking a sip of her own drink, “there’s nobody here to take a picture.”

  “God.” She shook her head. “Yeah, last night sort of ruined that rule. I still don’t remember everything I did.”

  “You think you ruined your chances for running for office in twelve years?”

  Rebecca claimed, over and over again, that she never even wanted to drink in public, for fear that someone might take a picture and it would ruin her chances of running for office later in life. Her big aspiration was to change things—to be a mover and shaker in the political scene.

  “No. Maybe. I don’t know. Shut up.”

  Rebecca giggled, punching Ariel on the arm.

  “God. I just hope Holden doesn’t find out. He doesn’t like the thought of me getting drunk when he’s not around. He’s so possessive.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “He’s just, you know. All super alpha male, hoorah. I kind of love it. It gets...kind of annoying sometimes, but,” she took another long sip. “God, that’s strong. But, yeah. Annoying, but hot. You know? It’s just sexy how he wants to be in charge all the time. Decision man!”

  She laughed and threw her arms in the air—carefully not spilling a single drop of her drink.

  “How are you getting along with him?”

  “Oh, perfectly. Perfectly.” Rebecca pressed her hands to her chest. “He’s such a hunk, and he’s so nice, and he’s so decisive, and...god. I just love him. I don’t want to just like, be all braggy or whatever, that’s so offensive. But I really think he’s going to marry me, Ariel. I really, really do. I hope he asks soon. He’s like, decision man, like I said. So once he makes up his mind that’s what he’s going to do, well. That’s what he’s going to do.”

  “And you’re conveniently expressing how marrying you is a good thing to do?”

  Rebecca giggled. “Well...I don’t want to be a virgin forever, come on.”

  The two friends had gathered their legs up on the couch, sliding their feet into one another. For Rebecca, perhaps it was a convenient way to warm her feet. For Ariel, it was another avenue for temptation. The dark-haired beauty kept her hoodie partially unzipped—just enough to not be completely obvious. But her cleavage was easy to find, and, as Ariel knew, very easy to look at.

  The uncultured eye might have thought of Holden as an impediment to Ariel’s plans of seduction. But she knew her friend, her tendency toward clinginess and commitment. And she had planned for an eventuality such as this—a desperately in-love girl with her man, far far away.

  It would be, in a way, rather easy. “Don’t you think he would want you to be a woman of the world?” “You’d be doing this for him. Getting all those temptations out of your system. He’d approve.” “He’d like knowing that your one fling outside of him was a hot girl, and your best friend at that. Wouldn’t he?”

  Milking out the notion that it was all just a one-time occurrence...and then fucking Rebecca so well that she’d never able to get the thought of her beautiful dark-haired friend out of her mind.

  Devious, perhaps. But Ariel was perfectly willing to be devious if it got her out of her slum apartment.

  The afternoon melded into evening, and the two continued to drink and catch up, with Rebecca’s eyes soaking up more and more of Ariel’s hot, supple cleavage all the while.

  As the evening stretched on, Rebecca’s gaze caught on Ariel’s form more often. Each time, Ar
iel only smiled indulgently, adjusting her posture ever so slightly.

  Keep looking, her body language said. Do more, if you like.

  It had been such a long time since Ariel had seen Rebecca. They hadn’t seen each other since Rebecca had moved away to go to boarding school, outside of a few streaming web conversations here and there. Mostly, they kept up by email. Always, Rebecca’s problems and needs were kept in the circuit of Ariel’s emotional urgencies.

  Now, fully intending to create emotional connections, Ariel let Rebecca talk and talk. She heard about classes and teachers, admittedly petty jealousies and worries about the upcoming spring semester. There was no better way to let the beautiful young blonde feel open and intimate.

  Now, a pinch drunk and fully awake, with her pale cheeks lit up from the alcohol in her system, Rebecca truly showed how completely beautiful she had become. In her tiny pink top and tight calf-length skirt, Rebecca’s body was advertised strictly for long lovemaking sessions that transformed easily into full-on breeding ruts.

  Her every feature screamed fertility—from her wide hips to her massive bust, to her tight waist and long legs, to her plumply plush mouth and thick golden hair. She was the absolute model of fertile thinking. Even Ariel, who couldn’t possibly ever get her friend pregnant, let her mind drift with the possibility of seeing Rebecca fill up with some virile man’s potent seed, her tits getting even larger, swollen with warm, delicious milk, and her belly positively curving with life...

  “Did I tell you Angela got pregnant?”

  Ariel’s attention became firmly fixed back on her friend.

  “Angela?” she asked.

  “She was my neighbor. I think you met her once or twice?”

  Ariel had. Neither time had been much fun. Angela was a woman very much concerned with class and those who were on her level or weren’t.

  “Anyway,” said Rebecca, “I just don’t believe it. You know? Like, wow! You’re only nineteen! Slow down! Right? I mean, you don’t have to get pregnant just because you’re in love, you know.”