Part of Their World

Eric shoves himself between you and the redhead. He’s a good deal taller than you, but most men are. “You want to challenge someone, challenge me,” he tries his best to sound intimidating. She tries to pull Eric away, “Ariel, I’ve got this.”

She keeps tugging at Eric’s arm. He turns and watches as Ariel signs, “Can you tell him that you already won?”

“You know I don’t understand all that,” he waves his hands about.

You side eye Eric and silently sign, “He can’t sign?”

“No,” she signs back, looking a little annoyed.

“I already beat her,” you inform Eric.

He turns to you, glancing back and forth, “What? But, I.”

You reach up, cupping his cheek. “She said you were handsome. Look if you want, I could be convinced to let you take her place.”

“What?” he flinches from your touch.

You grin, “You know if you wanted to protect her.”

“But I,” he stammers, glancing to Ariel. You follow his gaze. Ariel is staring, eyes wide. She’s smiling like a kid in a candy shop. She is nodding slowly, encouragingly. She signs, and Eric asks, “What, what did she say?”

“She said, ‘Kiss the boy,’” you respond, turning him back to you. He’s frozen as you push up on your toes, gently guiding him down. Your lips meet his, he doesn’t really kiss you back, but you’ve got time to warm him up.

“I don’t know. I’m not,” he starts, but Ariel places a hand on his arm.

She pulls out her phone, typing something. She turns the screen back to him. He reads it, looking into her pleading eyes, and pouting lip. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You can see his resolve crumbling as he stares at Ariel, “I guess.”

Ariel jumps up and down, clapping her hands. Her face lit up with joy and her eyes burning with desire. She plants a fat kiss on Eric’s lips, her returns her kiss. Before she guides him back to you. You wouldn’t describe the kiss as eager, but he’s not frozen this time, your lips brushing against his.

You twist your fingers in his shirt, lifting it over his head. He’s built like a sailor, broad shoulders and hard pecs. “Damn,” you sign to Ariel.

“Right?” she replies. You laugh, she signs, “haha.”

“What are you two saying?” Eric asks, his cheeks flushing a slight pink.

“Just admiring the view,” you reassure him, placing a hand against his chest. You kiss him again, teasing his lips with your tongue, until he relents allowing yours into his mouth. You’re surprised to feel your top lifting, however it’s not Eric, but Ariel undressing you. The mesh of your bodysuit doing nothing to obscure your lean torso.

She’s behind you, you turn kissing her. “Wait, I thought,” Eric starts, but Ariel puts a finger to his lips.

“Just go with it,” she signs, and when Eric looks confused you translate.

Figuring the best way to stop him from thinking, you lower yourself to your knees. His pants falling shortly after, his cock springing free. His massive cock. You tap Ariel’s thigh, getting her to break her kiss and look down to you. “You could’ve warned me,” you sign with a grin.

“Sorry,” she smiles back. Eric looks confused again, but he lets out a whimper when you wrap your lips around his cock. Eric and Ariel make out above you, as you flick your tongue along his shaft, cradling his balls in your hand. Your own cock straining in your pants, you reach down, unfastening your pants, pushing the bodysuit aside. You’re now free to stroke yourself, matching your pace as you bob along his cock.

Ariel’s fingers brush against your shoulder. She lowers herself to your side, “Not bad yourself,” she signs, glancing down at your crotch. She reaches over, wrapping her fingers around your shaft. You groan around Eric’s cock. She leans forward, suckling on his sack.

Eric’s hand rests on the back of your head, and you see his other on her head. His groans grow louder, his head lulls back. Ariel pulls the cock from your mouth, taking her turn to suck on it. You watch as inch after inch of Eric’s thick cock slips past her lips.

She’s still fully dressed, so you take it upon yourself to alleviate that issue. You pull her top off, interrupting the blowjob for just a second. You stand to shimmy out of your pants, and take the chance to kiss Eric again. His tongue actually dances with yours for a second, but when he realizes what is happening it freezes once again. Progress.

You sink back down, brushing Ariel’s long red hair over her shoulder. She turns to kiss you, her lips taste of Eric’s precum. You sign, “You want to grab my lube from my bag?” Her eyes go wide and without a response she scurries over. Eric’s cock slick with Ariel’s spit glides over your tongue.

You hear a clapping, and turn to look. Ariel holds open the bag, “You’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty.” Your variety of sex toys tumble as she shifts the bag.

You chuckle, signing back with, “haha.” She grabs the bottle of lube, and a vibrating wand. She drops her pants, catching both yours and Eric’s attention as she strips bare. A tuft of red pubes trimmed into a trident. You hear the toy buzz as she kneels once again.

You stand with the lube, running your fingers along Eric’s chest as you circle behind him. “What, woah, I don’t know about that,” he says, turning to avoid you getting behind him. His cock popping free of Ariel’s mouth.

Ariel pouts, she doesn’t sign, instead just miming, clasping her hands in a pleading motion. “We’ll take it slow. And if you really hate it, I’ll stop. I swear.”

He looks nervous but gives in to Ariel’s begging. You massage the lube along your shaft. Eric flinches slightly as you rub a lubed finger against his rosebud. “Just relax, breathe normal, focus on Ariel.” His shoulders relax slightly, Ariel continuing to play with herself and him. Your finger slips past his ring, you slowly work in the lube, eventually adding a second finger.

Ariel claps a hand against her thigh, you glance around Eric. She is doubling over in pleasure, her legs tight around the buzzing toy. Her mouth hangs open, but silence continues where a moan would normally fall.

You pull your fingers free of Eric’s ass. Positioning your cock between his cheeks, you gently push forward. He groans and tightens as you breech his rear. “Breathe, relax, watch Ariel’s pretty little face.” He relaxes a little, giving you leave to slide further into him. You can hear the wet slurping of Ariel’s mouth, as you slowly work deeper and deeper into him.

You kiss his shoulder as you bottom out, resting while fully buried in him. “You doing okay?” you huff.

Eric chokes out the words, “I think so. Where are you going now?”

You glance around him, and see Ariel walking towards your camp. She drags a chair back over, kneeling in the seat giving Eric full access to her backside. He pushes forward to fuck Ariel but stops as he feels your cock pulling free. He takes that moment of realization, that as he fucks her, you’re fucking him.

He slowly works back and forth, you try to keep steady, letting Eric take the lead. The toy continues to buzz. Ever so slowly he works up a growing pace. With a hand on his hip, you contribute to the pace. He grunts as you fuck his ass, the chair creaking under Ariel.

Eric grunts with each thrust. “I’m going to,” he stills, you can feel him clench around you. He grunts and doubles over on Ariel’s back. His breathing is ragged, you pull out giving him a moment to recover. Ariel twists under him, kissing him. He drops to his knees, his head against her stomach. She pets him, running her fingers through his hair.

Having given him a moment, she lifts his gaze to hers. She signs, and looks to you to translate. Eric turns to look at you. “She said, it’s my turn to cum,” you stroke yourself. Eric rises to his feet, collecting his discarded clothes. You step up between her legs, a kiss to her lips. Then you drop to your knees, jerking her forward to the edge of the seat. She panics, grabbing at your head, her hands running through your hair. You grin pulling her leg over your shoulder.

With your hair in her hands she pulls your attention from her pussy leaking Eric’s cum, back to her face. “You don’t have to,” she signs.

“I want to,” you say with a wink.