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“But you’ve always said you think a threesome might be fun!” Lotte said enthusiastically, reaching across the small table to cup Barbara’s hands in her own.
Baraba stared on with a mixture of helplessness and love, not quite sure how to respond. She took a moment to think about her newly-wed wife’s words, and gently bit her lip at the same time. The area around them was quite peaceful, a nice quiet little cafe area at their honeymoon destination, and it offered privacy for their not-quite-publically-appropriate discussion.
“Yeah, I did…” Barbara replied slowly, measuring out her words and still thinking about a suitable response. “But here? Now? On our honeymoon? I mean…”
“What better time?” Lotte asked excitedly, eyes shining behind the rims of new, fashionable eyeglasses. She was a cutie, and it was partially Barbara’s fault for being so in love with her that she couldn’t outright make her mind up on anything she asked. “We’re here, it’s so romantic…”
“I dunno, it seems like a weird time?” Barabra half-laughed, internally trying to process her thoughts. She eyed her wife down as she nibbled on her lip, taking in her eagerness and excitement trying to figure out how she felt about it.
“I think it’s a wonderful time,” Lotte insisted, nodding enthusiastically. “It’s the right mood, the right time… and, hey, you always said you wanted to see someone else sleep with me!”
Barbara laughed haltingly. It was true, she had; she’d just not expected it to be during their honeymoon, much less with someone they knew. “I did, I’m just surprised that you’re bringing it up now.”
“I mean, why not ?”
Barbara did not have a proper response, so she cradled Lotte’s hands and shrugged. “But… Amanda? Really?”
“Why not?” Lotte flashed a cute, adorable smile that always got the bookworm hot under the collar. “She’s here, and she’s available.”
“But we know her,” Barbara protested. She let go of Lotte’s hand for one moment to brush dark hair behind her ear, then reached forward again. “That’s a bit weird.”
“It’s so much better with someone we know! Less, uh, awkwardness!”
Barabara considered it. She didn’t know why Amanda was around, but chalked it up to circumstance; they were in England, and Hannah was in England, so it made some amount of sense that Amanda would be there, too. Still, it made her bite her lip. She had no problem with the other girl on a technical level, but it all came out of left field.
“Do you really think so?”
Lotta nodded cutely. “I know so, honey.”
Barbara thought about it some more. It was true that Lotte had brought up threesomes several times during their relationship, and it was also true that she had thought it would be fun to watch her with someone else, in an almost erotic novel sort of way - the best way to experience it, she imagined; like reading a book.
But, she hadn’t quite imagined it with Amanda, nor on their honeymoon.
She cleared her throat. “Well… I’m not sure…”
“You promised it as my wedding gift,” Lotte said sheepishly, and Barabra snorted.
“That was a joke!”
Lotte grinned coquettishly. She was a shy girl, but she’d grown comfortable around her lover - something that Barbara both appreciated and felt blindsided by whenever it happened. “C’mon - I want to get off at least once during our honeymoon, baby.”
Barbara snorted and shook her head. She didn’t feel bothered at all by it; Lotte liked to joke and tease. “You’re always teasing me like that…”
Lotte just smiled. “So?”
Barbara bit her lip. She looked around the cute little cafe, then down along the shoreline - then back again. “You really want to do it with her?”
The redhead nodded enthusiastically. “What can I say? Amanda’s kinda got it going on.”
Barbara neither agreed nor disagreed and shrugged instead. “I dunno.”
“What - jealous?” Lotte teased again, looking almost impish. She was only ever this carefree around Barbara, and perhaps Akko, and she enjoyed it instead of feeling unnerved.
“Never,” Barbara assured with a shy smile. “Just… Hannah might not be, well…Happy…?”
“If Hannah wanted to put a leash on Amanda, she would.”
She thought about it. She worked it over in her head, thinking about how hot it would be to have a threesome and what it would be like to do it with Amanda. She thought it would be awkward, but she’d never heard anything bad about the girl in bed - it was just her personality that sometimes got in the way. Still, if Lotte was okay with sleeping with her friend, then Barbara would do what her new wife wanted.
“Alright,” she relented. “Sure. We can talk to her, see what she thinks -”
“Really?! Oh, thank you, Barb, baby!” Lotta lifted herself up from her seat, cute and dainty as a peach, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Barbara laughed at the sudden display of affection and just watched as her wife drifted back with a bounce of her short red hair, while hands immediately plucked at her phone. “I’ll text her right now and -”
“H-hey, no need to go so quick - ”
“I’m excited! ” Lotte chirped, fingers flying out a mile a minute and filling her screen with a text.
Barbara snorted incredulously. “What, you got her on speed dial?”
Lotta just laughed.
Barbara noticed that Lotte blushed at her joking question, but did not act on it.
Amanda, for all her faults, was a charmer when she wanted to be. Barbara had always known that, and she’d made it quite clear over the many years they’d known one another. She could be suave, effortlessly charming, and all-around fun to be around. Definitely a wild-eyed party girl, but a good time in all respects. Not Barbara’s type in more ways than one, but she at least understood the appeal of someone like that.
She was good-looking, in her tousled-hair, athletic-bodied kind of way. A good grin, a good body, and a twinkle in her eyes at all times, Barbara could, ostensibly, see why she was a hit with the ladies. A lot of ladies, if rumours could be truthful. Maybe, it made her a touch tentative; she didn’t care about sleeping with women as much as others might, but sharing her wife with someone that was a respected womanizer was a touch awkward.
Amanda rolled right over all those concerns with her easy grin and the bottle of wine she’d brought - something high-class, apparently; something she’d gotten off of one of Diana’s top-shelves, courtesy of Akko. Whether or not that was true didn’t matter, because five glasses in and they were all a bit buzzed and happy with themselves. Sure, Lotte fluttered her eyes toward the taller, more athletic redhead one too many times, but Barbara didn’t mind.
It was meant to be a fun threesome, and that was how Barbara treated it. She didn’t mind the way that Amanda threw herself over Lotte from the moment they were all on the couch, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and squeezing her thigh; neither did she mind it when they all started to transition upstairs and Amanda practically led her new wife into the bedroom by the ass, acting as if she owned her. It was a fun, possessive sort of touch, she reckoned, and given the American woman’s proclivities, she supposed it wasn’t entirely strange to her.
Not that she really know, however. She didn’t know how threesomes worked outside of erotica, and where Barbara was tender and calm with her lover, Amanda was surely more forward and reckless. Lotte did not seem bothered by it in the least, and she just giggled with her pleasantly flushed expression no matter how or where Amanda touched her, so the dark-haired woman let her be.
“Why don’t we get this party started?” Amanda chuckled the very second they burst into the hotel’s bedroom proper, and where Barbara raised her eyebrow, Lotte just giggled.
“Didn’t we just all drink together?” Lotte giggled, face flushed a pleasant shade of red.
“That was the pre-game,” the taller of the two redheads laughed, a wink in her eye. “This is the fun part.”
Barbara wasn’t sure entirely what she expected, but seeing Lotte suddenly twisted around and pulled into Amanda's arms wasn’t exactly that. She just tugged on Barbara’s small wife, pulled her along, and wrapped her up close. The girl giggled instead of shying back, and she flushed even more red as she looked up. There was a massive height disparity between them, a clear head’s worth of difference that required Lotte to crane her neck up just to match her eyes.
“O-oh!” Lotte gasped pleasantly. “Gosh -!”
Amanda’s eyes flicked over to Barbara as if uncaring of the third member in their ‘threesome’. “Yo. Take a seat on the chair, get those feet up. I’ll work the cutie over first.”
Lotte giggled. Barbara, however, raised her brows, unsure of how she felt about Amanda’s words or the way she was treating her wife. It was, in a way, kind of hot to see a dominant, firm woman take a smaller woman like that; in another way, it left her indignant to see her lover in such a position. It was hard to decide if she should find it alluring or insulting, and she just bit her lip uncertainly.
“Hey, it’s okay, honey,” Lotte chirped, looking over at her with shining, aroused eyes. Barbara had never seen such arousal before in her eyes – or maybe she had, but in the moment, buzzed as she was, it was hard to tell.
“Alright,” Barbara said at length, deciding that, sure, she could sit and wait and let Amanda go at her first. She'd go after, or they'd do it together; that was, presumably, what a threesome was.
She sat on one of the chairs just off to the side of the bed, awkwardly watching. It was a bit shocking to see the speed with which Amanda swept her wife up into her arms and leaned down, smirking at her with cool lips. Her hands reached around to grab Lotte's perky bubble-butt, and both she and Barbara gasped at the same time – one with surprise, the other with gleeful pleasure. The tall, athletic redhead only smirked as she squeezed down on the soft curves through the sundress, and fingers curled together in a reciprocal urge to do the same.
She watched Amanda lean down, and then they were kissing. Her wife and her friend had lips pressed together, and they made out with a sudden sort of intensity that Barabara had not expected at all. It was plainly surprising to her, and she gasped softly as the two redheads aligned their faces and just started to make out. There was no hesitation and no delay, almost as if the two were intimately familiar with one another. She knew that wasn't possible, but still, it took her in a strange way to see how easily they went at one another.
Amanda squeezed Lotte's ass as she kissed her, digging hands down and bending dress and flesh at the same time. She leaned over her and kissed her with passion, her head cocking to perfectly match the shape of the smaller girl's mouth and covering it entirely. Their mouths were so close that Barbara couldn't see a single gap, and soon, their bodies were just as close: the bigger redhead just tugged the smaller one in against her, and a cute, dainty body was securely smooshed against a much more athletic one.
It was a strangely alluring sight, Barbara found, to see her wife kissed by another woman. She bit her lip and stared as Amanda made out with her, unabashedly thrusting her tongue down to fill a mouth. Barbara could track the progress from the bulging of cheeks, comical and exaggerated though it was, as well as her wife's little mewls. At the same time, her fingers twitched instinctively as Amanda dug her hands into her perky ass, squeezing right through the fabric of her dress. She made out with her, kissed her, and groped her, and did so as if it was second nature.
Barbara just watched, as she'd been told. She sat back and let it play out, unwilling to interrupt and still sorting out her feelings about it. It felt awkward, but there was a strangely attractive part about it all. It was like reading a good smutty book, or seeing a comic panel come to life. It certainly matched erotica when Amanda pulled on the back of Lotte's dress, hiking it up over her ass to let the bare curves bounce free; and then she was digging her fingers right into the creamy swells, digging down so hard that Barbara could see it all bulging around her fingers.
A groan left Amanda; one of appreciation, and one that was mimicked by Lotte. She gasped softly and flushed as Amanda squeezed her as with casual passion, dingers digging down and hands quickly kneading. Even as Barbara watched, she started to grope at the perfect bubble-but with lust, kneading it around like a baker with bread dough; shifting, pushing, and bending it around, making it all bulge. Faint glimpses of Lotte's lacy undergarments could be seen, but it was otherwise drowned out by moving, massaging hands.
Amanda started to move. With Lotte in her arms, mouth captured by her lips, ass kneaded by her hands, she pushed her back and toward the bed – just a few meters, a couple of steps, nothing significant at all, but she dictated the flow of it entirely. She had Lotte under wraps, showing more control than Barbara had in their entire time together. So she stared, mouth slightly dry, as her wife was effortlessly guided backward, and watched as Lotte's small hands rose and started to work at her friend's simplistic clothing.
“Atta girl,” Amanda purred against her lips, breaking contact for a smooth moment to comment on how Lotte pulled her belt from around her jeans with a strange sort of familiarity. She worked at her fly next, quickly tugging at the button and fly, and Barbara remained on the back foot to see how horny she was.
At first, Amanda said nothing more as Lotte worked at her jeans, loosening them just enough to let them gently flop; not much, but enough to show the first hints of that chiseled V marking her pelvis. There, though, she stopped, and was left to gasp when the bigger girl swatted her ass from the underside: a proud, powerful smack that sent the flesh bouncing upward and drew out a squeal of excitement. Barbara blinked with the realization that Amanda had just smacked her wife's ass, which was something she had never done before.
“God, such a nice little ass,” Amanda husked, and Barbara shuddered more than Lotte did just to hear the words. She couldn't be sure if she like such crude words toward her wife, but it was true – Lotte had a nice bubble-butt that looked just perfect. Seeing it jiggle sent a thrill of excitement through her, and Barbara honestly felt herself getting hard under her skirt already. “Perfect for a cute girl like you.”
She captured Lotte in another kiss before she could speak, and Barbara could see that it was all tongue and no finesse: just tough, passionate kissing, matching the sudden groping of doughy assflesh. It did not last long, and before Barbara's eyes, she swatted the fleshy undersides just once to make them clap, then reached up to start peeling the dress straight off of Lotte's body. She did it without a care in the world, showing no tender care nor any real consideration, and just hiked it up and off her slender body.
The kiss broke, and Lotte giggled as she brought her arms up. The sundress was peeled straight off her svelte, petite body, revealing handfuls of a chest contained in a close-fitting bra of lace and mesh and a hipline hugged by tight and skimpy underwear. Sexy pair, Barbara noted. Modest, granted, but something that still sent a happy flushed through her body and down to her cock, getting her harder already. She loved how her wife looked, modest though she might have been to others – and clearly, Amanda did as well.
“Hot,” she drawled, sounding suave and charming even then. Amanda's grin looked like it had been perfected in a mirror, and Barbara had to admit the woman's attractiveness was not in doubt. “Wore this just for me?”
Barbara frowned.
“Maybe,” Lotte teased, looking up with shining eyes and parted lips. Barbara figured it was nothing more than another tease, and so didn't raise her voice. Like a good watcher, she instead just sat back and stared as Amanda pushed her wife down onto the bed, making her sit before her – then started to tug at her simplistic, band-name shirt, whipping it up and over her head without a care.
It revealed a tight, toned torso that was well defined from years of athleticism. Her stomach was fairly chiseled, with lines to her obliques and the faint edgings of feminine abs, along with the harder definition of a V along her pelvis. Her shoulders were taut with muscle, subtle though it was, making her look like a track runner or a sports player. Compared to the other women, it was a much more built body. Her chest did not suffer for it, however, and the plain black bra did not hide the weight of a mid-sized C-cup. More built and curvier in the chest than any of them, Barbara almost felt self-conscious.
The bra went next, unclipped and thrown to the side with the same casual dispassion as her shirt. Firm tits bounced free, but their range of motion was limited as if too tight to jiggle – or something like that, Barbara didn't know. They looked like two perfect mounds that, though smaller than her bra indicated, were still a great deal bigger than the other girls. She had quite a good body in Barbara's opinion, and it wasn't at all hard to see why she was known for being a ladykiller.
Though, that might have been her erotic side speaking up.
“Whoa,” Lotte breathed softly, eyes staring at all of it.
Amanda smirked. “Don't just stare, baby girl.”
“Right...” Lotta breathed again, and this time with a sound of pure lust. As Barbara watched, she saw her wife's hands reached out to caress the hardness of a toned stomach, with fingers sliding along the outline of obliques; slow, steady, and borderline reverential, she looked entranced by Amanda's strong body. Quickly, though, she went down to her jeans, then resumed the tugging from earlier. She acted as if she knew exactly what to do, and she did her best to get them down with her trembling fingers – though nerves or anxious anticipation, Barbara did not know.
Barbara's eyes widened rather quickly to see the first inches of a cock spring free, poking out from the waistband of boxers that were clearly not meant to handle it. Her mouth went drier than before as she relaxed, before she even saw it, that Amanda was much larger than she would have imagined, and as Lotte brought her jeans do so subserviently was only made even more clear.
She was big. The inches that were sent flopping down were clear as day, presenting a thick, white pillar that Lotte appeared all too happy to get to grips with. There was no intimidation in her gaze as she uncouvered a good eight inches of cock, nor as it bounced toward her face with such insistence. The small, flush-faced redhead just brought jeans and boxers down at the same time, all to Amanda's reassuring words, freeing up a veritable log of girlcock that astounded Barbara.
She wasn't that big. Five inches, fairly modest in all respects, that was what she was packing. Amanda looked twice that. Eight inches at first estimation, though it could have been closer to nine – she didn't know, not really. She just stared with shock as it bounced toward her wife's face and throbbed so eagerly, looking perfectly ready to fuck. Lotte did not seem perturbed in the slightest by it, and just parted her lips and breathed out sultrily at the close sight. Reasonably, she should have been surprised – that would make sense to Barbara, but, instead, she treated it totally normally.
“Wow,” Lotte chirped, all bubbly and excited. She reached out with one hand to wrap fingers around the dick, and Barbara was more surprised than her wife to see that her fingers did not wrap all the way around it. “You're excited.”
“Getting to fuck you? Of course.” Amanda grinned down at Lotte, but her eyes flicked off to the side to flash Barbara a wink. “You've got one pretty wife, Barbs.”
“Uhm – thank you,” Barbara replied awkwardly. “She is, yes.”
Lotte giggled and continued to stroke the dick, almost as if mesmerized. It was a strangely alluring sight as far as Barbara was concerned, and she shifted her thighs as she felt her own erection grow. Biting her lip, she watched as fingers pumped along that outrageously big length, feeling the tiniest bit inadequate in the situation but also, oddly, hot. It was alluring in its own way, and it looked just like a fantasy story come to life.
“A cute wife like this deserves a good fucking,” Amanda drawled, her voice dropping just a touch – a lower, seductive lilt, one of arousal and excitement.
Barbara blinked twice as she watched Amanda reached forward to grab Lotte by the hips, then gasped as the athletic girl used her strength to just tug on her like a little doll. In an instant, she had the smaller redhead up and in the air. In the next moment afterward, she threw her right into the middle of the end and clambered up over her. “And she looks ready for a good dicking.”
Barbara's voice strangled in her throat as she watched the casual act of crudeness, but Lotte did not speak against it. Her wife, instead, looked up with excitement, staring at Amanda as she started to climb up onto the bed, and said, “No foreplay?”
“I don't need it, babe,” Amanda laughed, her hand reached forward to slap one of Lotte's small breasts, sending it jumping up amidst a tangle of lingerie. “And I don't think you want to wait, either.”
“I don't,” Lotte said in a voice of glee.
“W-wait,” Barbara spoke up, for the first time so far. “What about, uhm, condoms?”
“Condoms?” Amanda looked over at her and laughed. “Oh, I don't use those.”
Barbara almost paled. “But -”
“It's okay, Barbara,” Lotte breathed enthusiastically, but she only had eyes for Amanda. She stared at her lean, tight body with clear excitement, staring at the firmness of her stomach and the swinging length of her already hard cock with anticipation. “This'll make it fun!”
“O-Okay,” Barbara breathed. “If you want to.”
She wasn't sure how she felt about it, if she were being entirely honest. On the one hand, she didn't want Amanda doing her wife raw. On the other, she knew Lotte liked bareback sex, and she had to admit that it was kind of hot all around to see her wife on her front, basically prone-bone style, with Amanda getting up behind her and sweeping over her. She looked like a tight, fit stud of a girl, and her small wife seemed so slender compared to her. It was a hot contrast, and one that she actually found herself enjoying.
She adjusted her thighs again as she felt her hardness poke up between her thighs, and struggled to contain it. At the same time, she looked and watched as Amanda straddled Lotte without a care in the world, treating it as the easiest of things for her. The thick dick swung down to slap against the curve of her pelvis, and Lotte giggled happily. She rolled her waist as if begging to be mounted, and the fit woman replied by bringing her dick down with one hand and planting the other down firmly against her flank.
“Want this cock inside you that bad, Lotte?” Amanda asked, effortlessly falling into some sort of dirty talk that was both foreign and familiar to Barbara. It was the kind of thing she would never say herself, but something she read and enjoyed oh-so-often. She knew Lotte did, too, which was the only reason she did not actually feel upset by it.
“Yes,” Lotte breathed, looking back at her with awe. “Gosh, I'm so excited. You always look so good...”
Barbara bit her lip.
“I know,” Amanda replied, mounting her and sliding down.
Barbara bit her lip even more. She wasn't quite sure what to do or say in such a situation, and she fought between grabbing her dick and seeing it all happen, or concentrating and committing it to memory. Stopping it did not occur to her. She imagined that it would have been a proper threesome, but at that point, it matched what her vivid imagination portrayed too well for her to want to stop – and watching a fit, athletic girl mount her wife was somehow alluring.
“You're already wet for me,” Amanda chuckled, cock sliding and hips rolling. She effortlessly lowered herself against Lotte, showing so much more familiarity with a woman's body than Barbara could ever hope to replicate. “Good girl.”
Lotte shuddered. She was drinking it up, and it hadn't even started – Barbara could see that. She could also, much more clearly, see the way that those taut hips pressed forward, sliding the engorged length of a cock against the pretty folds of her wife's cunt. The thick underside rolled against her, grinding gently, easing against her, and she just stared. She wasn't sure what to think about something like that, the kind of grinding that left the redhead squeaking and mewling with excitement.
Amanda grabbed her legs and brought them up. “Want your reward? Want my cock?”
“Yes,” Lotte squeaked.
Amanda grinned. In the next moment, in a display of muscular finesse, she hauled Lotte's legs up, bringing them up and into the air in one sweep. Lotte squeaked at the suddenness of it, as did Barbara, though with surprise. Her wife was being manhandled, but instead of finding it appalling, she thought it was hot. It was exciting, too, to see her legs lifted skyward, and then just as much to watch as Amanda pressed them down toward the girl's head. In the same sweeping movement she pressed down against her, forcing legs down and pinning her beneath her muscular weight.
Lotte squeaked in glee, Amanda hummed with satisfaction, and Barbara stared with the driest mouth yet as she watched the redhead pin her wife down into a mating press. It was incomprehensible, lewd, and exotic beyond measure, something she wanted to try yet didn't dare to do, and seeing it happen right before her eyes was so hot. She didn't know what to think about it other than that, and nibbled on her lower lip as that thickness swung back, aligning itself with a sodden cure using the utmost finesse, as if it was all second nature.
Amanda said nothing as she began to penetrate Lotte. The smaller redhead just squeaked, her head moving backward, as Amanda swung her hips and began the unceremonious, casual penetration of another woman's wife: her pelvis rolling forward, her cock pressing against her entrance, and that thickness beginning a speedy crawl into her tight pussy. She had nothing but a shit-eating grin on her face as she did it, as if the act of watching the woman beneath her was worth more than words.
“Oh!” Lotte gasped, spine rolling. “Oh, gosh!”
It wasn't some sort of lewd, sudden breakdown, but rather the expression of pleasure from someone that was wet, ready, and hungry for action. She squealed out in nothing but pleasure as Amanda guided her hips down, sweeping that thickness into the pussy in front of her, and Barbara watched in profile as it happened: staring at the inches being slowly, but easily, guided into her wife's core, seeing them just disappear past the upturned skin of her thighs to fill out a tunnel she knew from experience would feel nice and tight.
“Nice and tight,” Amanda husked, almost as if speaking right from Barbara's mental script. “Nice and wet, too. You really wanted a good dick in you, huh?”
Barbara kept on biting her lip and adjusting her thighs as she saw Lotte gasped, and stared at the compromising position of her body, pinned as it was in a lewd mating press. Not the lewdest she'd seen in a hentai, perhaps, but she was almost folded in half, her legs too close to her head, and her cunt on full offer to be hammered silly. She did not appear bothered by the position or the stretching of her legs, even though she had never seen her do anything like it before.
Lotte squeaked as the cock pressed into her, moving down through petals that even Barbara could see were slick from afar. It was such a lewd sight, but oh-so-hot, as well. The way that Amanda just started to penetrate her, making it seem like the easiest thing in the world, was both oddly infuriating and oddly attractive. She could make out the crawl of her girthy shaft, the way it easily found purchase in a tight snatch and began to fill it out.
Barbara was practically on the edge of her seat as she watched it all unfold right before her eyes. She stared at that thick pillar of cockmeat just dissapeared into her wife, pressing down and filling her out such that she squeaked and moaned out rather enthusiastically; distinctly whorish sounds that, while hot, took her by surprise. With a thoroughly dry mouth, she stared as inch after inch drove into her, exceeding that five-inch mark that Barbara had and steadily going on right past it to keep Lotte squeaking.
“Oh!” Lotte groaned. “Oh, you’re so big! ”
“Just what a girl like you needs,” Amanda chuckled, and hips speared down firmly. Instead of being appalled or shocked, Barbara found it hot. Her dick pulsated beneath her skirt as she watched her wife get impaled by inches of rock-hard cock that wasn’t her own, and seemingly loving it the entire time. “A good, big dick…”
She rolled her hips then, drawing out a mewl from Lotte’s mouth. Barbara couldn’t understand what was actually happening internally, but her wife squeaked and shivered as Amanda ground away inside of her, presumably working her out around her cock. It was just presumption, however, and the dark-haired newlywed stared at the utterly lewd and incomprehensibly attractive sight in front of her.
“...And a good fuck,” Amanda drawled, hips tugging back right then. As Barbara watched, the bold, self-assured redhead moved with more skill and finesse that she’d ever seen in person before, extracting herself so smoothly it boggled the mind. That thickness was flashed to her, glistening with juices, and ready for more action - and it was provided on the next smooth, downward drop, an effortless sweep that kept Barbara on the edge of her seat.
With a drop and a smooth roll of her deft hips, Amanda sent her dick thrusting right back inside. She stretched out pretty white lips and dug into the soft pink that Barbara could only just see. The thick, white cock disappeared into her, once more claiming her tunnel, and all Lotte did was moan with satisfaction. It was perverse, but oh-so-hot to see the way that her new wife was stretched out by another redhead, one with a body and a cock to match her cocky attitude.
“You’re so big,” Lotte groaned, her hands moving up to grab Amanda’s toned arms. She squeezed, but all it achieved was a flexing of biceps. “So big inside of me!”
“And you’re nice and tight around me,” Amanda half-laughed, her body pressing down to more securely pin her in the mating-style position. “Shame you haven’t been properly stretched out before, but I’m totally happy to do it for your wife.”
Barbara gasped, but there was nothing to be said - not as Amanda’s hips rolled and drew back, dragging out thick inches of cockmeat along with the tight, clamping embrace of pretty folds, showing the truth of her words. Her muscular hips flexed and her stomach tensed before she dove back down, driving herself into Lotte’s pussy with an easy, effortless sweep. She impaled her in a smooth rush of movement that left the redhead whining, as if she wanted nothing more than a hard, fast fucking.
“Yes! Please!” Lotte groaned, seemingly totally into it. “Stretch me out, Amanda, please. ”
Barbara just fidgeted, cock harder than ever and throbbing with a demand for attention. She didn’t know why it was so hot, but as she watched Amanda just start fucking her wife in a mating press, getting into it just like that, she could only think about how damned hot it was. The fit girl rolled her hips down in an impaling arc of motion that stuck Lotte with more cock than Barbara had ever fit into her, and she moaned out happily for the hard dick filling out her walls - then she mewled when it drew back, her entire body shuddering for those few moments of annoying extraction.
“ Fuck, Amanda,” Lotte swore, her body lifting briefly and her hands clenching down around stroke arms. “You feel huge. Oh, gosh, I feel so full - ”
Amanda swept down with a chuckle and a husk, her hips spearing the thickness of her dick into Lotte’s tight, clamping snatch. She moved faster than Barbara would have adred, and she sent her thickness plunging inside with an easy drop and a smooth flexing of her waistline. Her muscles stood out stark against the skin as she worked herself down, showing absolute control over her hips and a firm desire to get her dick in as deep as she could each time she moved.
“You’ve always liked a good cock,” Amanda husked as she pressed down, driving her cock in up to the hilt - not a hard thrust, no, but one that used all of her length to the fullest. “Good to see that hasn’t changed.”
Barbara frowned, but still, said nothing: she just watched as her wife moaned and hips bucked up to match the thrusting of a cock that steadily picked up in pace, with many thick inches plunging down into a slit that seemed far too receptive for understanding. It was surprising, but there in front of her, on her bed, Amanda started to really shove her cock down into her wife, thrusting the girthy pillar of cockmeat down into her soft body.
Barbara did not think that Lotte could take something like that, but she most certainly did. With her body stuck in a sudden, intense mating press and her cunt on full offering for the stud above her, she just moaned with surreal satisfaction as she was unceremoniously slammed full of rock-hard cockmeat. She whined as Amanda sent that thick shaft plunging down, working through her soft cunt at a brisk, steady pace, driving herself in up to the hilt so that her balls clapped against her petals - all before tugging back and aligning herself for another go.
“Holy shit, ” Lotte moaned out. “Fuck me good, Amanda, fuck. ”
“Oh, I know how to fuck a cute little thing properly,” Amanda laughed, showing not an ounce of shame in any of it. “I’m going to stretch you right out.”
“Yes, please!”
Barbara just watched with eyes wide as Amanda thrust down into her wife, fucking her through the mating press with effortless ease. Her hips moved backward and forward as she thrust away at her cunt, slamming inch after inch into her tight snatch before tugging back with a flex of her abs. Muscles worked beneath the skin as she thrust down into her, plunging away at her hot cunt and reaming it out around the thickness of her cock each time she moved.
“So tight around me,” Amanda purred, a smirk on her lips. Cockiness and pride seemed to soak into every nerve on her body, and she appeared perfectly in her element. “Some real good pussy.”
It was crude, and it was ridiculous - or so Barbara wanted to think, but it was just so hot. She stared as her pretty, slender wife was slammed full of cockmeat, her cunt almost assuredly all stretched out around the hardness sent pumping into her. She watched her lips gasp and her eyes roll with that sudden pleasure, and she bit her lip in turn to see how hard and fast Amanda went at her. She just plunged away at her sodden snatch, producing thick squelches that were both obscene and mesmerizing to listen to.
“ Damn, ” Lotte groaned out, hips bucking up. “Ah - oh, you’re so deep! ”
Amanda husked as she threw her hips down in sharp, plunging motions, her toned body working hard to send her thick dick thrusting into the recently-married woman. She dove down hard and fast, stopping just short of outright ramming, and otherwise constantly clogging up her soft pussy with rock-hard dickmeat. Her body leaned down to shove legs toward her head, fully pinning her with each movement she made.
Barbara, mesmerized, kept on watching it all. Seeing her wife fucked in a mating press, with a powerful, studly body on top of her, was alluring beyond understanding. That tough, toned body flexed with motion as it hammered down into Lotte, using everything to the fullest to fuck her silly - and Lotte’s moaning showed how much she loved it. She groaned and mewled as hips speared down to impale her, and her entire body shuddered amidst the lewd position.
“How’s it feel, baby girl?” Amanda purred, her body hammering down faster and smoother, impaling her slick, sodden snatch with her thickness. She drove into her with a firm sweep and pulled back with near-blinding force, and all Barbara could see was the back and forth swinging of her hips; like a pendulum, she thrust away at her dripping wet pussy, cramming it full of cock.
“It’s so, so good,” Lotte moaned out, hips bucking pointlessly. She was pinned, and movement was pointless for her. “You’re amazing, Amanda!”
They didn’t even acknowledge Barbara, she realized. She was just there to watch, to stare at the mating press, and nothing more. She did so with parted lips and a flushed expression, watching as that thick dick pumped in and out of her wife. Hard, deep strokes that should have left such a slender girl a mind-numbed mess just breezed in and out, and Lotte took it with nothing but moaning satisfaction. She liked the dick. Heck, she almost looked comfortable with it.
“F-fuck,” Lotte kept on whining, “Right there, Amanda, right there! ”
She loved it. Barbara could see it, clear as day. It was mesmerizingly hot, and she stared with a growing arousal of her own. Her cock felt stiff as it had never been before there under her skirt, and she barely resisted the urge to pull herself out and just start stroking. All the while, she watched her wife’s legs bounce across Amanda’s shoulders, her thighs sent clapping each time those toned hips dropped down, all to the backdrop of near-endless moans and whines.
“Such a cute little body,” Amanda husked, hips spearing down and clapping against Lotte’s upturned thighs. “Just the perfect kind of girl to be filled up with a nice kid or two - don’t ya think, Barbs?”
Barbara started up, perplexed, confused, and with a thoroughly dry mouth. “U-uhm, yes, I - I agree?”
Amanda grinned. “Of course you do.”
“Yes!” Lotte whined. “ Ah! ”
Amanda just kept at it. She dropped her hips like a sex-machine and thrust away at her without stopping, just rolling down, impaling Lotte’s pussy, and drawing back again, and again, and again. Her muscles flexed subtly beneath the skin as she fucked her through the mating press, but never lingered for very long. She just thrust down, sending balls clapping against her sodden core, then pulled away to fuck forward once more.
Her chest bobbed gently with each movement, and her fluffy hair wobbled around her head. Honestly, Barbara was used to seeing her gel it back with their other friends that seeing it in its usual style surprised her nowadays - but it was entirely secondary to the actual sight of her fucking her wife down in the mating press, thudding against her upturned thighs with dull, muffled sounds, and creating sticky, slurping wetness each time she tugged backward.
“Man, forgot how good this pussy was,” Amanda sighed, and, again, for a moment, Barbara frowned without understanding. “Almost want to cum.”
Barbra gasped, but Lotte just let out a low, throaty moan of desire. “Oh, oh, don’t stop, Amanda!”
“If you want me to keep going,” Amanda purred, hips still rolling in contrast to her words, “I want you to get that cute ass bouncing, Lotte.”
“W-whatever you want, Amanda, I - oh - ” A look of pure, lip-biting pleasure passed over her face, and Barbara was addicted. Her wife was just too beautiful even when moaning for another woman’s cock, and it was exactly like a panel out of a lewd comic. “You’re so big, I can’t -”
She trailed off in a moan, and all Amanda did was smirk. She thumped down, crashing against her legs and sending them bouncing over her shoulders, then held firm; she didn’t do anything more as she just stopped in place, leaving Lotte stuffed with her thick, girthy cock. Barbara could tell it felt good from the awe-struck expression on her wife’s face, and instead of doing anything to stop what unfolded before her, she just started to pull on her skirt with desire.
“Let’s get this body going,” Amanda chuckled, finally drawing back. She pulled all the way out, leaving Barbara in awe to see those nine-something inches bouncing and glistening with wetness. Lotte just moaned as if sad to be emptied of cock, and panted there on the bed; something that didn’t last long, not when the bigger redhead pulled on her body and urged her upright. “C’mon.”
“Right,” Lotte gasped messily, not even looking at Barbara. “Right, right -”
Amanda sat herself down, then laid back against the headboard. She just reclined like a perfectly smug futa that had snagged herself a hot piece of ass for the night, and didn’t seem to put much thought toward Barbara at all. She just waited there expectantly, her hands idly playing with Lotte’s slender curves as she hastily twisted around. She tried to mount the hung redhead, lifting her legs over her hips, only for her body to be twisted by the waist.
“Not like that,” Amanda admonished. “I said I want to see that ass bounce. ”
She’s just manhandling my wife, Barbara thought. It’s so hot.
Barbara pulled out her dick without shame, because at that point, she didn’t feel shame. She wasn’t sure what to feel about any of it, but she kept on watching the oddly lurid, intense sight of her wife spinning around to show her ass off to some lustful redhead they’d been friends with since Luna Nova, then mount her hips as best as she could. She had to reach down between her thighs to grab and brace the cock properly, once again showing just how big Amanda was in comparison to her hand.
The lust-stricken expression on her face showed the rest. She was loving it, totally indulging in the lewd situation she’d talked Barbara into, and barely paid any attention to her new wife even though she was right there in front of her. She faced her as she mounted Amanda in a reverse cowgirl, but only had eyes for the dick she guided against her core. She pressed down all too quickly, guiding it into the wide-stretched folds of her pretty pussy, and moaned throatily at the touch.
“Oh…” She mewled, head gently rolling.
“Get moving,” Amanda laughed encouragingly, and though Barbara could not see it, she heard the clap against her wife’s ass. The entire doughy mound must have been sent into quivers, and Lotte’s expression shivered blissfully for a moment. Her body pushed down happily at the same time, dropping down onto the thick dick she’d braced up with. With visible glee, she took it back inside of her, and her entire face radiated pleasure.
“Oh,” she gasped again, soft and sticky-sounding. “So good.”
She dropped down, taking the cock into her as fast as her small body could manage. From that position, Barbara could clearly see the size disparity between them, the difference between her narrow chasm and the wrist-thick bitchbreaker of a cock Amanda so easily, effortlessly sported. Heck, just bringing out her own five inches made her feel a touch awkward, but the sight was so alluring she couldn’t help but squeeze and start stroking anyhow.
“Get bouncing,” Amanda laughed again, slapping her ass for a second time- loud enough for the sound to echo through the room, and lewd enough for Lotte to squeak out loud. Her body shuddered as she dropped down faster, taking the thickness of the cock deep into her tight pussy. Another clap encouraged her to go further and faster at the same time, and she dropped all the way down with visible - but pleasurable - difficulty. “Mmmm… That’s it, baby girl…”
Another slap, which counted for more Barbara had given all year; but staring at her wife’s pleasure-soaked, lustful expression, as well as just her beautiful body wrapped up in partial lingerie, was amazing. She didn’t care, and just started to gently stroke herself off as Lotte took the dick up into the tightness of her pussy, rolling her hips to try and just handle it. She gasped softly and panted gently as she shoved her hips forward, then, sighing, drew up with a flick.
“I can feel all of you,” Lotte moaned out, lost in her own pleasure; she didn’t really even see Barbara, though she was directly ahead of her. She just bucked up, drawing along the big, creamy length of cockmeat, drawing it out of her with a wet slurping. “You’re throbbing so much.”
Lotte groaned as she drew up halfway, but couldn’t seem to go further; the dick was big, and under her own power, she didn’t have enough strength to properly bounce on it. Still, she tried, with her hips rolling forward and falling down upon the powerful length of cockmeat. She pushed it into for the pleasure of the two of them, with Barbara just a bystander to their lewdness. She just watched the bouncing of small, pert breasts and the fluttering of hair, taking in every bit of her bouncing wife with a mixture of arousal and continued surprise.
Lotte’s breathing was heavy and strained, the cock clearly taking a toll. It was a toll she was, however, willing to pay, and quite happily dropped herself down again, and again, taking it into her heated depths with wet little squelches and happy little whines. She bounced on the lofty pillar with nothing like reluctance and everything like enjoyment, showing a level of pleasure that kept Barbara surprised and pleased in equal measure. She didn’t know why it continued to be so hot to see her wife fuck like a total slut, but she was beyond thinking about it.
“Atta girl,” Amanda purred, hands tight around Lotte’s narrow waist. She could almost reach around it, such was the difference between them. “You’ve always been a good cock-rider.”
Barbara just panted, hand tight around her cock. She stroked herself off to the sight of them fucking, and just kept watching. The words meant something to her, but suspicion remained slow to come around - everything was just on the lewdness of her bucking hips and bouncing body, the way she brought herself up and dropped herself down with increasingly wet noises. Muffled little thumps echoed out as she took it all the way inside and stopped against her pelvis, and a pleasure-filled gasp left her mouth again.
“Seeing this ass bounce is great,” Amanda chuckled, fingers drawing lines into her smooth hips. “Mmmm… Keep going, Lotte. Bounce on my dick, baby.”
Little pants and wet gasps filled the air as Lotte dropped down, taking that thick, swollen girth into her sopping depths. She was so wet that Barbara could see it along the dick, and it squelched wetly each time she threw herself down. Her movements were enthusiastic, but tinged with strain; it was hard for her to move on such a big dick, but she tried. She seemed experienced, too, as if she’d done it many times before.
“Just like that,” Amanda encouraged, voice steadily thickening. “You know how much I like it when you throw that ass back.”
“Yes,” Lotte panted, her spine curving and her hands awkwardly pressing down on her own thighs in a desperate fit to do something. “Yes, yes -”
She looked increasingly lost as she threw herself down and took cock into her heated depths, all such that Barbara was left in perpetual awe. She watched the rapid, enthusiastic bounces, the flicks and bucks of small, pert hips, and stared as a thick cock was continually, remorselessly driven into a wet, glistening pussy - all at Lotte’s lustful behest. Whining, the small woman dropped herself down onto a cock that seemed to exceed her sensibilities, yet took with absolute glee.
“Yes, yes, ” she kept on panting. “So good, so good! ”
“Tell me about it,” Amanda similarly groaned, her hips gently bucking. “I forgot how good this pussy was, but damn. ”
It hit Barbara, then, with all the pieces collecting in her dulled mind, that they had fucked before. That Lotte had slept with Amanda before, and possibly several times, before then. It wasn’t chance that brought her into the bedroom, and Lotte had chosen someone she knew to fuck her in front of her wife. Maybe they fucked back in school, maybe before Barbara dated, but she just didn’t know. She trusted her wife, but the familiarity was clear as day.
She did not feel threatened, however. It was just too damned hot, and in awe, she stroked her cock as Lotte enthusiastically bounced on her dick, taking it inside of her again, and again, and again, riding her with overactive sweeps. She dropped down, taking rock-solid cockmeat into her, and cried out happily. At the same time, Amanda grunted and dug fingers into her waistline, cupping her skin and holding her steady as her dick was stroked off by a soft, squeezing pussy.
Finally, Lotte’s eyes flicked down to her - well, and truly, meeting hers. Wives stared at one another for a long moment, and then a panting grin passed over her face. “Hey, hey, Barbara.”
“Y-yeah?” She breathed, a soft tremor in her voice.
“Like seeing me get fucked by Amanda?”
Barbara let out a soft breath. “Y-yeah. I think so.”
Lotte moaned with a lower lip, briefly, captured between her teeth. “Mmmm... Like seeing me get stretched out by her big dick?”
“Yeah,” Barbara husked, unable to stop herself.
“Good,” Lotte groaned, “Because she feels so good inside of me. So big and thick and perfect.”
“Good girl,” Amanda chuckled from behind, doing little more than letting Lotte ride her cock – and ride she did with each enthusiastic bounce and buck of her hips.
“She fills me up so much, Barbara,” Lotte groaned, head twisting and spine arching subtly. Her hands rose up to cup her chest, and it seemed like she was lost in the throes of pleasure. “She's just so big. It's amazing.”
“I bet,” Barbara breathed dryly, still on the edge of her seat. She knew what she was saying, but, like reading a good smutty book, she couldn't think of it as happening to her – just a character she loved in a situation that was hot as all hell. “It looks like it.”
“I told you this would be great,” Lotte groaned, still throwing herself down with dull thumps and claps. “Because she feels incredible.”
“Yeah,” Amanda agreed smugly. “You get at least one good dick on this honeymoon, huh?”
“Yes!” Lotte agreed, happily and freely. Barbara wasn't sure if she was into any humiliation kink, but seeing her wife in such pleasure was intoxicating to her. “Oh, Barbara, she's right. Her cock is so, so good!”
Barbara just watched, fully stroking herself and totally enraptured. It was so, so lewd, but hot as sin. She enjoyed it far more than she would have expected, and she just admired the bouncing of her wife's body. She knew she was speaking about things that would, reasonably, insult a person, but it didn't seem to be malicious. It was teasing, plain and simple, and her mind only thought of Amanda as a convenient dick to pleasure her wife rather than anything serious.
“K-keep touching yourself, Barbara,” Lotte groaned, neck rolling and fingers twitching. “I wanna - I wanna see you do that - while she - she fucks me so good - ”
Hips clapped, muscles flexed, and bodies moved together, a fitful display of sex that turned steadily lethargic as Lotte’s energy dissipated. Still, it was damned hot to watch, and Barbara kept on enjoying it though it should have been perverse. If Lotte wanted to see her touch herself at the same time, she’d happily keep at it. She didn’t want to ever disappoint her, and even if the entire situation was surreal, well, she’d take it.
“This pussy is good,” Amanda spoke up, voice harsh. “You know, I think I'm close, Lotte.”
“F-fuck,” Lotte whimpered, hips bucking raggedly. “I – I -”
“What do you think?” Amanda asked as she, suddenly, sat upright, picking herself straight up and lifting herself from the bed. With Lotta in her lap, she wrapped arms around her midsection and pulled her back, drawing out another thick squeak. “Should we get to the main course? Or will your wife have a problem with it?”
Barbara flinched. “I – uhm -”
“She doesn't mind,” Lotte groaned out, her pleading eyes focused firmly on Barbara. “Right? Right?”
Barbara licked her lips, considering if she wanted it to stop, then thought otherwise. “No?”
“Good,” Amanda declared, then, in one smooth motion, pulled up with Lotte firmly embedded on her dick. The small girl squealed as she was lifted up and just flopped forward, and did little more than gasp as she was up-ended and sent thumping down onto her front – face buried in the bedsheets, body laid out flat, with the powerful, toned redhead behind her. “Because I don't stop, and I never pull out of a cutie.”
Barbara understood what was being said, but as she watched Amanda so effortlessly do what her own less muscled body could never hope to achieve and just flip her wife from a reverse cowgirl to a prone bone, she went along with it. It was just too hot, and like a woman discovering her latent kinks, it set her off. It was like everything she'd seen before, a spectator in a personalized novel, and she just wanted to keep seeing it unfold before her eyes.
“Please!” Lotte gasped, practically whining into the sheets. “Don't stop!”
“I'm not,” Amanda assured her, and hips swept down to make that a fact. Before she was even properly aligned with Lotte's body she sent her thick dick pumping into her tight pussy, and did so with the most speed and force so far. The slender woman squealed in joy, and the bigger one groaned in pleasure. “I wouldn't dream of it; not with a pussy as nice as this.”
Amanda was every inch the womanizer she'd heard about, and her wife clearly enjoyed her dick to a degree she'd never expected. She'd always squeaked and mewled with Barbara, seemingly overwhelmed by her modest dick, but appeared comfortable with much larger. She doubted she was faking it, and it made her wonder just how much harder and faster she could go at her. It almost made her want to try and be as rough as Amanda, but she lacked the frame of reference for it.
So, she got her reference. She stared, enraptured, as Amanda mounted her from behind in a picture-perfect prone bone hands planted and abs tight, and started to just ram her hips down. She committed to memory the sweep and push of her body, staring at the thick dick hammered down into a tight snatch, and made every effort to memorize it and learn how to use it later on – but distinctly later, because right then, she wanted to do nothing but watch it happen.
“Yes!” Lotte moaned enthusiastically. “R-right there, right there!”
“That's it, baby,” Amanda almost growled, voice low and steady. “Moan for me.”
her entire body flexed with effort as she held herself up and threw her hips down, hammering away at her sodden snatch in deep, impaling arcs of motion. There was a jagged harshness to it, desperation that indicated her closeness, but that just made it harder. She deeply, enthusiastically rutted away at her, thrusting down and impaling her well and fully. Hips landed down against a soft, doughy ass with thick and resounding claps, causing the flesh to visibly quiver even from afar – then doing it again and again, making it all bounce like a toy.
Amanda's muscles flexed gently and her breasts bobbed firmly on her chest as she moved, throwing herself down without stopping. Her face showed both pleasure and concentration, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure written across Lotte's face. She was a moaning, gasping mess, crying out as she was impaled over and over, almost drooling with satisfaction. Her entire body shivered into the bedsheets as she was mounted and reamed out, and she was perfectly, lewdly happy with it.
“She's so good, Barbara!” Lotte groaned out, her voice almost delirious. “She's – ah – she's going so deep! I can feel her r-right against my w-womb, it's – it's – oh, fuck, right there -”
Barbara had never heard her like that before, and it just kept on going. Amanda fucked away at her sopping slit with audibly wet noises and thumped against her ass with loud, ringing claps, all of which kept Barbara on the edge of her seat. Wholly captivated, she watched and stroked her cock, pumping the thick dick between her hands without a care. Maybe she shouldn't have, but it was lewdly alluring.
“God, I'm fuckin' close,” Amanda grunted, hips pumping down harder and faster. “I'm gonna paint this womb white, Lotte. How does that sound?”
“Amazing,” Lotte groaned almost drunkenly. “S-so amazing don't stop don't stop fuck fuck -”
“You're okay with that?” Amanda teased, but her eyes flicked up to meet Barbara's for the first time in a while. She spoke to both of them, and her smug confidence couldn't be downplayed. “Me filling you right up to the brim?”
It was so cheesy, but it fit Barbara's erotica fantasies perfectly. She didn't know if that was just how Amanda was in bed or if Lotte had given her some sort of pornographic script to speak from, but it was impossibly hot.
“Yes!” Lotte squealed.
Amanda grunted and hammered down against her ass, making it clap like a gong. Lotte whined into the bedsheets with increasing, yet sloppy, frequency, and her fingers fitfully dug into the softness around her head. The way she moved inspired Barbara like nothing before, even though she knew it was all so that she could blow a load into her wife's unprotected pussy right there in front of her.
Yet, she could not think of why that would be an issue.
“Not afraid I'll knock you up instead of your wife?” Amanda teased, still looking up at Barbara. “Or, do you want me to be the one to pump the first bun into your oven?”
“Yes!” Lotte agreed with drunken lust, not answering either question but the fact that she agreed at all spoke volumes – and Barbara cared as little as she did.
“Good,” the redhead grunted, her entire body working hard and fast to drive her cock down. “Because here it comes. ”
It was an announcement, a declaration of intent, and though Barbara could have stopped it, she didn’t. Neither did Lotte, who just kept on moaning. There wasn’t an ounce of will in her to prevent the resulting creampie, and she just stared as hips thrust down, hammering down with one final, resolute thump, making assflesh clap and sink down into a soft cushion. Amanda held steady and grunted fiercely, and from there, all Barbara could do was use her imagination at what was surely happening right before her eyes.
Amanda was, almost assuredly, plastering Lotte’s insides in warmth. She held herself entirely steady as she reached her peak, and from the look alone, she was likely sending string after string of hot, virile warmth into her. A girl like her, Barbara imagined, wouldn’t have some small load, but a big, prodigious one that would fill Lotte’s small, narrow channel in rivers of gooey warmth. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like, but she put her creativity to the task of figuring out how the virile redhead did the task of pumping her wife absolutely full.
Pumping her cock with her hand, she tried to picture it - the thickness soaking into her, the gooey seed plastering her womb, the heavy, dense baby-batter trying to stake a claim on the newlywed. The heat brimming within her, the creamy indulgence, the many hot strings Amanda pumped out as she held herself down - all of it. Barbara’s own pleasure rose as she thought about it, and she breathed out in heavy pants as she let it all fill her mind.
She didn’t know why any of it was alluring. What she did know was that seeing her wife’s blissful, moaning expression was intense, and it set her off hard. Seeing Lotte squeal in delight, body quivering with what looked like orgasmic glee, hit her in just the right way. It looked like she had reached a gasping, mewling peak, and she shuddered in an orgasm that Barbara recognized from experience but never remembered seeing so visceral. It looked like an orgasm that set her off sky-high, letting her reach a peak the dark-haired girl never thought possible, and it was intense.
Intense for Lotte to experience, and intense for Barbara to witness. Seeing her wife’s body lock down, shudder in orgasmic bliss, and be filled up with her friend’s cum hit her in all the right ways, and without understanding it, she, too, hit her peak. With her cock in her hand, she quivered in a climax all of her own, spurting a load out at the sight of Lotte cumming around Amanda’s dick while being filled up to the brim with baby-batter.
“There we go, ” Amanda growled, hips pulling back to drag her thickness backward. Pulling out with a wet slurp, she sent it clapping down against Lotte’s ass and spent a few final strings there. Not much, however, for all of it had been spilled inside of her. “Nice little bun in the oven for you.”
Barbara didn’t care. She just stared at Lotte’s lust-stricken and pleasure-filled expression, looking into eyes glazed over with satisfaction; she’d never seen her get off so hard before, and it didn’t even matter that she wasn’t the one doing it - she just wanted her to feel good. It made her feel a resolve that, next time, she’d do that to her, mimicking whatever she could from Amanda and doing her very best with it. Only, she knew that next wouldn’t be her. She doubted there was any intention for her to join in until Amanda was done, but that was okay. She would memorize everything she could and then some.
“Alright, Lotte,” Amanda urged as she sat back on her haunches, knees digging into the bed and her impressively toned body flexing with effort. Sweat glistened along her muscles, but not much - she seemed untouchable, compared to the smaller, panting redhead. “Clean my cock before we go again, yeah?”
Lotte, still drunk with lust, just pushed herself up as best as she could, swivelled around so that she was clumsily pawing at the bed in a lean, and dove down. As Barbara watched, she saw her wife take that dick into her mouth, doing something she’d only experienced once: take that cock inside in a lurid, messy deepthroat, shoving herself down without a hint of a gag-reflex and impaling her throat on turgid cockmeat.
It was a dizzyingly lewd sigh, and she’d never thought Lotte could do that. Her throat stretched obscenely around it, bulging with the weight of Amanda’s cock, and the girl even gurgled messily - but she seemed experienced with it, and the redhead moaned with approval, too. A hand stroked orange hair and a voice groaned out with pleasure, and thick slurps began to fill the bedroom as Lotte started to roll her head and suck on the big, thick dick that might have just bred her.
It was obscene, but Lotte was cleaning a dick of cum and juice right there in front of Barbara, doing so without a hint of shame. Barbara, hand sticky with cum, did not do anything to stop it. She didn’t even care that she wasn’t getting a turn after her, and instead of demanding the second run with her wife and asking to join in, she just happily stared at the unfolding lewdness, watching as -
“What,” Amanda chuckled, once more locking eyes with her. “Don’t want your turn, Barb?”
“Huh?” Barbara blinked, then wet her mouth. She looked at Amanda’s amazing body, at her incredible cock, and Lotte so sluttily slurping and suckling on it with a gently bobbing head. She considered it, then swallowed hard and shook her head. “It’s - it’s okay. I’ll go next. Just - show me more.”
Amanda grinned. “Guess you’re a pretty good girl, too.”
Amanda reached forward in the next moment to palm Lotte’s ass, and the redhead squealed. “Hear that? Your wife wants me to see you rail her again, so hurry up and clean. We don’t have all night, after all.”
Barbara wanted to say they had as long as they needed, but that was fine - she’d happily watch for as long as it went, and then, she’d take her turn. She wanted, after all, to experience her new kink in earnest.