Erotica Anthology #9

100 Degrees to the Sun II

#46

100 Degrees to the Sun II (Part 2)

They are back to the same position, but this time Clarke is feeling brave enough to join them, though still slightly hesitating. The girls help her get to position. Costia gestures for her towards her head. Clarke approaching her carefully, at the same time crawling on the bed. Once her knees brush those auburn locks, Costia tells her to move forward. Clarke is not so sure of what she is trying to make her do. Unable to hold back, the redhead’s hands grab onto her upper thighs, jerking her forward, almost causing the blonde to tip over.

“Ooft!” Clarke huffs in reflex, face planted right into Lexa’s humongous jugs. The Commander catches her by the shoulder to prevent the blonde from toppling over. Clarke recovers quickly, pulling her head back, but not before taking her time admiring the curves of Lexa’s breasts along the way. The woman has such a nice tan skin, and the way her dark n*****s stand proud from the cool air makes her want to suckle on them long and hard.

Clarke thinks that the way her eyes are staring at those jugs is missed by the owner, but it does not. Lexa studies the young woman’s reaction with an unreadable expression on her face, calculating something in silent.

Suddenly becoming very aware of how close her knees are to the other young woman’s face, Clarke jerks in a move to put some good distance between them. But the redhead persistently pulls her hips down, hands gripping so tight that her skin turns white where her nails are buried. Clarke loses her balance and she slips down, causing her ass to fall right into Costia’s face. She feels too many things at once all of a sudden, and Clarke squirms from the contact.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly mutters, trying to raises her hips from Costia’s face, but the redhead still stubbornly wants her to stay.

Lexa grabs the blonde’s chin and lifts her head up so that those blue eyes can settle on her emerald green ones. “Never apologise,” she whispers to her in a way that is too gentle for the usually female Commander, causing Clarke to almost suck in her breath. This is a pleasant change.

The blonde does not seem to be able to get enough teasing from these two, because suddenly she can feel something lurking into her lower opening.

Clarke gasps as Costia slides something into her tight muscle ring. The movement is too sudden, but she finds that her body is enjoying it way too much. Clarke is already anticipating another friction from the redhead’s talented tongue, but then she slides out from her core and simply settles by running her tongue across the blonde’s vulva instead, licking her from the cilt and all the way down to the end of her pale labia, driving Clarke mad with ecstatic.

Don’t get her wrong. She likes the way Costia teases her cunt. But she wants nothing more than to have her inside her, licking within her tight passage. So in the end, Clarke moves her hips impatiently, wanting nothing more than to urge Costia to slide her tongue into her already growing slick cunt. Juice is dripping from the blonde’s naughty hole right about now, but the redhead seems to be patient enough to tease her outside parts.

Come on. “Get in.” She wants her tongue inside her p***y, and she wants it bad. Her p***y is already starting to ache from the anticipation.

However, instead of complying, Costia just keeps continue on taunting the blue eyed girl, tightening her hands around Clarke’s hips to prevent her from moving around so much, focusing all of her attention is sucking and nibbling at the blonde’s labia, before alternating to sweeping her tongue across the other woman’s sensitive cilt. Another mouthful of Clarke’s juice escape from her cunt, and Costia delightfully drinks from her. The redhead continues on doing this, trapping the blonde in place and milking her front entrance until it drives Clarke crazy, panting for her arousal to be sedated.

“P-please— I can’t . . . I need to—” What exactly is she looking for again? Clarke’s mind go blank and pleasure overtakes her body.

Lexa grabs her none so gently by the face all of a sudden, the grip tightens around her jaw. “Costia can’t help you,” she tells Clarke, her tone almost hovering to danger. But the blonde young woman is too lost, staring into her emerald green eyes helplessly, pleading for something she can not wrap her mind to. Clarke only knows that she needs something. But what exactly? Her body aches from her core up to everywhere. The way Costia drives her tongue up and down her vulva is making it difficult for her to think straight.

Ah yes, that’s right. Something about her core. She wants Costia’s tongue desperately. But where? Anywhere else besides her throbbing hole?

Lexa lowers her head to exchange saliva with Clarke. The blonde is so receptive to anything at this point, and the Commander finds that she enjoys watching the Wanheda like this. She looks so lost. It brings her a certain swell of pride to be able to possess someone as dangerous as this particular Sky People to be her person. Let her be the one to guide her.

As Lexa swirls her tongue around the positively (closely) brain dead girl, she leans into the kiss, taking and claiming the blonde’s mouth almost obsessively to the point that she is almost choking her entirely. Lexa nips at the other woman’s bottom lips, tantalizing her. Clarke breathes gleamingly, hypnotized by the contact. Whatever sensory that still remains within the girl’s body eventually reacts and Clarke begins to struggle to breathe. Lexa holds her still, only deepening the kiss, overwhelming her senses from the mouth while Costia finally enters the blonde’s core.

Clarke gasps for air when Lexa finally releases her lips, the focus of her pleasure centralize from her core. She can feel Costia’s every move, her tongue parting at her labia, sliding in and out of her tight ring muscles, slowly widening her with her skillful tongue. This is too much. She is struggling to breathe again. She feels so wondering inside of her that Clarke feels like something is about to rapture from her insides soon. She can already start feeling herself getting even much wetter than ever, her juice practically dripping out like a switched faucet.

When the blonde leans back in reflex, she exposes her neck and breasts to Lexa, and the dark haired woman takes it as an invitation. She leans down to capture one n****e in her mouth, biting it just hard enough to draw another howl of pleasure from the other woman. Clarke is gasps for something urgently, too overwhelmed by the attentions that both women are giving to her.

She needs some space. Oh no, oh no . . . She does not think she can handle this anymore. Her skin becomes too sensitive. Oh yes, oh yes . . . ! She needs her release. Just a little bit more— Hurts! Ah, her insides are aching. She needs—

Clarke comes around Costia’s waiting mouth, but even then Costia does not stop tongue f*****g the blonde. The redhead continues penetrating the blue eyes woman with her tongue, while the Commander has finished with the blonde’s breast, leaving one red, obviously wet n****e to latch onto the other one and does the same to it. Together, they bring Clarke to her second climax.

By the time Clarke reaches her third, the girl begs to be let go, unable to keep up with their sensual torture anymore. The women kiss at her softer, now not as cruel and prolonging, but much slower and gentler. They snuggle up closer, skin pressing against skin, breasts against breasts, mount against mount. The s*x toy that connects from Lexa’s gripping core to Costia’s dripping cunt is still there, lodged so deep and wide inside them, having been pushed and tugged on continuously while they are preoccupied in pleasuring the blonde lover trapped in the middle.

They finally let Clarke down once she has reached her fourth orgasm, having cummed several times in a row thanks to the other two. They place her to have her back lied against the bedpost so that she can still watch them while she takes her rest, Costia and Lexa now turning their attention to the dildo shoved inside their snatches, having quite a bit of a war of tag as they try to pull and push the object into one another. Clarke simply watches with amazement through her lazy eyes as their p***y lips keep spewing and swallowing the graven piece of wood back and forth, reaching a new heightened peak every single time.

The Commander and her Second is so close to ejaculation by the time sweat begins to cover their bodies, dribbling down from the back of their head and disappearing into where the crack of their ass begins. Hands grip against one another, tan against warm. They perceive as Costia’s rosy lips curve into her signature deviant look, and they know that Lexa will be in for a quite a ride.

Her skin is a natural beige, a stark contrast to the fiery shade of her hair, despite have been in the sun for most of the time. They love the way that shade is reflected on her bouncing breasts, as well as the way her p***y lips part every time to make way for the wide girth of the wooden dildo. Costia’s black diamond eyes sparkle under the candle lights, thick eyelashes surrounding those vibrant orbs, speaking of mischief and tribulate in silent temptation.

She bites her bottom lips, trying to contain the upcoming hiss from the delicious friction. They can tell that she is focusing hard on maintaining her self-control, not wanting to c*m so soon yet, beads of sweat trailing down her face on deep concentration.

Pale golden blonde curls frames Clarke’s curious look as light sapphire eyes bordered in tapering eyelashes looks ahead unblinkingly. Her creamy ivory skin glows in the dimness of the room as she stays still, observing quietly while her breathing pattern changes in the occasions.

Wild dark brown locks on Lexa’s hair that are tamed by pins start to turn damp. Paint as dark as night permanently coloring the area of her eyes, highlighting those green emerald orbs, but the ink starts to wears out, melting down her face.

The girls kiss each other lips, neck, and breasts while their pelvis slams together. They quicken their pace when they start to reach their limit, signaling one another to come in sync. Finally, at the last thrust, Lexa and Costia spills their juices, v****a walls clamps down around the rigid wooden toy. They still kiss and lick each other before finally settling down the bed, breathing raging and head spinning in dizziness as the side effect of their climax.

The women fall asleep lying on top of each other, limbs tangling around one another, their c*m and sweat covering their entire body. None of them seem to mind though, having drawn out their restlessness from spending hours of lovemaking, and the three young lovers eventually find peace as sleep finally catches up to them.

(Side Story — The First Seduction)

They are in the private bathing area for the Commander, located in the secured woods of their headquarter’s territory. The three women are just coming back from a long riding trip, covered in sweat and mud, looking to refresh themselves.

Lexa is the first to strip down to nothing, followed by the Second in Command. Clarke is a little bit hesitant. She turns away just when she spots them starting to peel their armors and clothes off, but staring just long enough to see their retrieving back, along with the way of their assets jiggle as they walk down to lower themselves into the small pond, the sight of their fuckable bodies disappearing just under the clear water.

When she does not make a move, the Commander gestures for the blonde to follow, stating that it is an order. Clarke contemplates for a few seconds, before starting to remove her own clothes. She does not dare to look up as she strips down, but she can feel intense eyes on her bare skin, anticipating the revelations.

Clarke eventually decides to do this quickly, dropping her panties last before finally joining them in the water, almost yelping from the surprising coldness. It does not take long for her to get accustomed to the cold temperature, of course, and that is when she starts to wash herself.

The blonde has her back turned to the other two women, feeling awkward for baring herself too much. She is too focused on cleaning herself that she does not realize it when she a shadow appears behind her unsuspectingly, followed by the ripple of water and something grazing against her cunt lips.

Her sapphire blue eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a gasp, abrupting turn around, only to find Costia smiling her perfect smile at her. “What—” she barely finishes her sentence when a pair of hands suddenly grabs her upper arms, pulling her back with a gripping strength, causing her bare back and ample ass to flush against another body, sensing the two round jugs pressing against her back. Clarke twists her head back, only to spot Lexa staring down at her with an unreadable face. She is just about to open her mouth to say something, but the Heda lowers her face suddenly, lips catching hers, sucking her mouth with an unbearable strength.

Water splashes everywhere when Clarke trashes against the steel-like hold, unprepared for what is to come. But she will not struggle much, especially when she can feel that contact from in between her legs once again under the water, this time brushing against her p***y lips in a more intimate and longer gesture. Her eyes look around wildly as she breaths hard, mouth still locked with Lexa’s, only to discover that it has been the redhead’s hand who disturbed her most private place, fingers playing with her blonde curled v****a, playing on her sensitive pebbles with her thumb while trying to find her f**k hole with her middle finger at the same time.

What is going on? Clarke is struck with confusion, clearly not expected their strangely arousing behavior.

Lexa and Costia have been contemplating to do this for quite some time now. After they have maintained some peace in their lands, the thoughts of finding love again occupy their minds. They have been working closely with the Wanheda, and know that they eventually grew the same feelings for the blonde. It has been common to take more than one lovers in their community, even among those who are from the same s*x. They just have to figure out a way to convince the blonde to accept both of them.

The Commander does not like to beat around the bushes, and the redhead always follows what she thinks is best through instinct, and decides to go along with Lexa. So the two of them plot to bring Clarke to this pond, away from prying eyes, just to enjoy themselves in their private little seduction time.

They have been watching the way Clarke slowly peels layers of her clothes bit by bit, growing even more excited as another piece joins the pile on the ground next to her feet, eyes burning with lust as more of that fair skin is being revealed under the sunlight. She is as detectable as they first thought she would be, and the young women can not wait to begin their plan.

Lexa has been breathing hard along the way as they watch Clarke starting to touch her body, even though it is done in order to clean herself. Costia has been more obvious in her s****l appetite, having licked her lips and staring intensely with hungry eyes.

Clarke begins by washing her face, clearing the mud off her naturally bright facial features. She then goes to her arms, before starting on her slender neck and taut breasts, using both hands to massage the dirt off of her tender skin. She looks positively inviting, touching herself like that, so unaware of what she is doing to the other two of her allies. It does not take long before she rinses her blonde locks as well, getting rid of the mud on her head, changing the color of stained black to golden shine.

The redhead makes her move first, taking deep breathes and plunging herself into the water in silence, swimming across the pond and stops just behind the unsuspecting blonde, before extending her arm to catch Clarke by the p***y. The intimate flesh has just been hanging in there, begging to be touched, and Costia has just the thinnest patience when it comes down to the matter of passion. The young woman is startled, of course, kicking the water under her, but Costia can only chuckle with amusement in the water, before starting to raise herself to the surface.

And then the rest is a goner.

The girl has no chance. With Lexa holder into her from behind, taking her by the mouth, while Costia is busying herself with the blonde’s presented core. Clarke is fighting their advances at first, too panic to realize what it is exactly they are trying to do to her, thinking that they are going to attack her. Well, they are, just not in the way Clarke is thinking.

Costia lifts both of Clarke’s legs until they rest above her shoulder, lifting Clarke off the water until just her ass barely soaked in the water. The redhead fingers her cunt, thumb pressing against her cilt while her index and middle finger are tracing over the outline of her core, trying to find and wide her hole before she starts sliding in. Thanks to the water, slipping her digits into the blonde is no hard task. She jolts again in the water, not expecting Costia to finger f**k her right there in the open. Costia smirks before pushing her two fingers deeper, drawing in the blonde tight canal. Clarke cries into Lexa’s kiss, trying to protest on their treatment, but Lexa has a dead grip on her, not giving any chances for the young woman to release herself from them. In fact, she is taking advantage of Clarke’s distressed stage to insert a tongue into the blue eyes’ mouth, almost choking her in the process. Lexa swirls her tongue against hers, their tongue dancing in intense battle while Clarke does everything in her power to deny her advances.

The Second in Command inserts a third digit, stretching Clarke’s tight passage even more than she already is, causing her scream of protest to vibrate deliciously to Lexa’s throat. The dark haired woman deepens the kiss, possibly more than she already is. The blonde woman struggles to breathe, hands clenching into Lexa’s upper arms while tights trying to push Costia away. None of them bulge from their spots.

Clarke knows that she can put much more force than this, but she just does not want to harm any of them. She has learned to eventually care about them, and swears to do anything in her power to protect them. She considers them as her new family. There is more than just friendship between them. Clarke can feel the bond through the way they place a hand on her shoulder, and the constant pecks on the cheeks. Previously, she has thought that they were doing so in a sisterly manner. But judging from her current predicament right now, she can finally clearly see that it is not the case at all. Oh, how wrong she has been. They are not looking at her with a sisterly love, but rather something more than just that. They are lusting after her, and they want to touch the deepest depths of her, leaving their marks inside her. She can tell just by the intensity of their touch.

Lexa and Costia. They want to possess her, body and soul. And she will gladly give all of hers to them.

But this is all too sudden. She is not used to being far this intimate. With Lexa’s lips on her, tongue swirling and bare breasts pressed into her back, her hardened n*****s poking into her back while Costia is finger f*****g her tight swollen cunt is way too much. She finds it hard to breathe and her mind going dizzy. Her juice starts to flow as Costia curves her fingers inside her, connecting to her G-spot. Clarke bucks her hips into the thrusting finger, clearly taken over by instinct. She can just feel the redhead’s scandalous smile as Clarke finds herself becoming more and more lenient towards the pleasuring touch, while her hold around Lexa gradually calms down into a supporting grip.

Now that Clarke finally succumbs to their passion, Costia can finally explore the blonde’s p***y easier, lifting the slender waist up until her lips connect to Clarke’s labia, her expert tongue finally ventures into the slick tightness of her cunt. With her tongue swirling around her p***y, Clark is practically thrusting her hips to meet her rhythm, managing to push her even deeper into her. Fingers start to probe at her back entrance, and just the possibilities of it send Clarke over the edge, causing her c*m to gust all over Costia’s face. The redhead receives her warm liquid with open mouth, catching all of her sweet c*m and swallowing every last droplet of her.

Clarke has no idea what exactly she is doing. She has never done this before. Even though she is aware that they are those who prefer the companies of the same s*x, she has never put herself through the idea of it. But now that she is finally doing it herself, she still does not know what to think of herself, other than the fact that she is obviously enjoying their attentions.

Oh, sweet f**k! Clarke’s inner muscles tighten when Costia start nipping at her cilt. The action sends such a huge impact that it allows her to orgasm again for the second time in a row, while at the same time still squirt her first flow.

Lexa eventually releases her mouth, both of their lips evidently swollen in the process. The dark haired commander is not done yet, however, as she starts trailing wet kisses all over Clarke’s back, easily bruising her fair skin, leaving hickeys all over the place. The young woman leans into Lexa’s arms helplessly, still left with jittering after effects from her continuous orgasms.

They continue building her up, just so that they can reap the fruits of their efforts. Lexa and Costia are merciless lovers. While Lexa demands and takes, Costia gives with a promise of mischief. Clarke is shifted in between the two female warriors, being kissed until she is breathless and finger f****d until her throat dries from screaming so loud. They f**k her until she starts taking in her own action as well, though her touch is slightly clumsy due to the overwhelming strain they both have put on her.

Clarke is now lifting one tight above Costia’s shoulder while her other leg is supporting her weight in the water, the redhead trying to plunge her fist inside her this time. The size is much more than anything she has ever tried, and she bites into Lexa’s shoulder from the delicious stretching bliss, while the Commander stands still, eyes intensely watching as their redhead lover’s fist slowly disappears into Clarke’s cunt, pulling her labia so much apart that the blonde trapped in between them is set on waves of pain and pleasure.

Once they are tired and soaked wet, the three women retrieve to the side of the pond, lying down on the vast green grass, allowing nature to dry their bodies. Costia and Lexa shares a secret smile (one that the fearless Commander rarely does) as Clarke becomes fast asleep lying in the middle.

— The End —