Blended Ch 42

**** and adventure took care of most of Bella’s inhibitions, and a few orgasms from Piper’s mouth do away with the rest. She becomes a happy puddle of affection, and the only challenge is getting her from the bed to the floor. There, Piper climbs on top and kisses her. Piper’s fat cock rests against Bella’s soft belly as Piper explores every corner of Bella’s mouth with her tongue, squeezing a plump nipple between her fingers.

Piper has already gotten off twice, so she doesn’t hurry, and Bella doesn’t care about anything. She just wants affection, and Piper’s willing to give it to her. She seals Bella’s mouth, positions her cock, and enters her. Bella is a passive participant in all but the kiss, and Piper allows herself to be lazy. Bella’s body is more comfortable than any mattress, and Piper lets her full weight rest. She moves her hips almost idly. Even this lazy pace would have the bed squeaking, but that’s not a problem on the rug. This will not disturb Riley’s sleep.

Bella’s hands get into Piper’s hair, which is surprisingly nice.

“Mmmm,” Piper purrs, easing in deep and holding Bella’s face in her hands as they kiss. “Keep doing that and I’ll cum in you,” she whispers in Bella’s ear.

“OK,” Bella gasps, moving one hand to Piper’s back. She slides it down to Piper’s rear and pulls.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re begging for a creampie from your babysitter?” Piper whispers.

Bella’s reply is to squeeze Piper’s buttock.

Getting off a third time isn’t easy, and Piper doesn’t plan it this way, but she’s looking into Bella’s eyes when she sighs and lets go, then winces at the sore twinges from her cock as she spurts what little she has left deep inside.

She settles, but only for a moment. She weighs almost as much as Bella, and Bella has to breathe.

“Mmm,” Piper moans contentedly as she slides off halfway. Her cock comes out, dribbling more cum on Bella’s thick thigh. Bella reaches between her legs and cups her mound with one hand, looking at Piper with an odd, drunken smile.

“Whatcha doing?” Piper asks quietly.

Bella giggles tiredly. “Trying not to save the rug.”

“OK.” Piper gets up with a groan and grabs the tissues from the desk. Bella takes several and uses them, but makes no effort to get off the floor. She gazes at the ceiling.

“I should do more stuff,” she murmurs finally.

“OK, sweetie.” Piper wearily gets to her feet and bends, offering both hands. “Come on. We need to tuck you in.”

A few minutes later, Piper is in her bathroom, brushing her teeth. She is spent, and a little shaken. It’s possible to live with people and still not totally know them. There are things about Riley that Piper never spotted, and there are whole worlds in Bella that Piper suspects nobody knows about. Everyone’s so guarded, but Piper can hardly throw stones at that.

She slips into bed, phone in hand. She’s exhausted, and worried about possible fallout from the wet T-shirt contest. Should she check social media?