Under the Sea

You turn back to her leaking pussy, Eric’s white drools from her folds. The sweet, the salt, the tang of sexual fluids fills your mouth with the first lick. Ariel shivers as your tongue runs along her, her hands grabbing at your hair. You plunge a pair of fingers into her creamy core.

It’s better down where it’s wetter. She pulls you tighter to her, keeping your face buried in her groin. She’s obviously silent, but you know you’re doing everything right by how her body responds. The squeeze of her legs, the tugging of your hair, her hips buck against your face.

“Oh my,” Eric groans, drawing your attention up. He’s standing next to Ariel, her mouth around his rehardening cock. You grin, doubling your efforts on her pussy. Your fingers squelch with each plunge. Such wonderful things surround you, when you feel Ariel’s orgasm roll over her in waves.

She collapses into the chair, her hand lazily wrapped around Eric’s cock. She shivers when you give her sensitive sex a final pass of your tongue. You lick your fingers clean of Ariel and Eric’s sexual fluids. You position your knee between Ariel’s legs as you push against her quaking body. You give her a deep kiss, sharing the taste of their fluids. You turn and take Eric’s cock in your mouth, down to where Ariel’s hand still rests.

“You want to fuck me,” you purr with your lips pressed against his cockhead.

He locks up a little, “Um, well I.”

Ariel snaps her fingers, then signs, “That sounds hot.” Her chest is rising and falling in deep breaths in her post orgasmic state.

Eric looks expectantly at you, waiting for a translation. “She thinks it sounds hot.”

He gulps, “Okay, I what do I do?”

You remove your leg from between Ariel’s. You grab the lube and rub a generous amount over his thick cock. “You know you don’t have to, right?” you reassure him, as you apply a dollop to your own ass.

He nods, “I’m just not used to it.”

You grin, “You’re free to stop at any time.” You push the mesh bodysuit off your shoulders, slowly peeling it from your body. You bend over, throwing aside your clothing. You see the toy Ariel was using earlier, and you pick it up. You return your leg to between Ariel’s, using the chair to support yourself. Her wetness pressed against your thigh, you grin as the toy buzzes to life. She gulps, her eyes darting between you and the toy.

“Is that for me?” she signs, licking her lips. Without an answer, you lower the buzzing toy to between you. The vibrations applied to her sex, pressed against your leg. She arches under you, as Eric’s hands grab your hips.

You shiver at his strong touch. Reaching back with your free hand, you help spread your cheeks. Luckily, even if Eric doesn’t have experience with men, he does still know what do with a willing ass. His lubed cock slips past your entrance, you moan as he spreads you.

Ariel bucks her hips seeking another release. She runs her hands along your bare chest, trailing over your flat stomach down to where your cock stands between you. She wraps one hand around your cock, using the other to sign, “Is that for me?”

“If you’d like,” you grunt as Eric slips further into your bowels.

She grins, stroking your cock. She spits into her hand using it as lube. The toy buzzes between her clit and the base of your cock. Her wet hands sliding over your shaft, pressed against her stomach.

Eric grunts thrusting into you. Forcing you forward with each thrust. His fingers dig into your hips.

You reach up, cupping Ariel’s cheek. You kiss her. Your other hand on her chest, fingers over her nipple. She bucks her hips, pressing herself against the toy, pushing the toy against your base. Her mouth hangs open in silent ecstasy. Her body quaking in another orgasm. You push her hair away, sucking on her ear lobe.

Eric huffs behind you, his cock sliding in and out of your ass. Your cock throbs between Ariel’s hands, the toy, and her stomach. Your orgasm quickly approaches, you're not sure if Ariel is cumming again, or just still riding out her last orgasm. But her stomach undulates as your cock erupts in streaks of white across her stomach.

You huff, Eric’s cock continuing to pound into you. Ariel’s body writhing under you. Your cum rubbing between you and her, sticking your bodies together in a web of ooze. Eric hilts himself within you, “I’m cumming,” he grunts. His cock throbs shooting his warmth deep within you.

He droops behind you, his sweating form pressed against your back. His weight pushing you down on Ariel. She snaps gaining the both of yours attention. “What was that?” Eric breathes against your shoulder.

“She needs to pee,” you laugh, pushing up off the chair. Eric stands giving you room to get off Ariel. Her stomach is smeared in your cum, her cheeks flush. She gingerly pushes up out of the chair, and makes her way to the tree line. Her legs are so shaky that if you didn’t know better, you’d assume this was her first time walking.

Eric takes a seat against a nearby tree. You shrug laying down, your head resting against his thigh. “Hey, sorry about earlier,” Eric sighs.

“I kind of asked for that,” you laugh.

“Huh? Oh, no I mean when I shoved you,” he says.

You shrug, looking up at him, “No worries, you were just protecting Ariel.”

“Hey, have we met before? You look so familiar.”

You swallow hard, this again. “I just—“ you start before Ariel claps.

Her legs still look like they might give out at any moment. “What are we talking about?” she signs.

Eric looks down to you. “She wants to know what we’re talking about,” you translate, then realize your chance at avoiding the topic is passing by.

“Oh yea, Ariel you’ll know. Doesn’t he look familiar? Have we met him before?” Eric continues.

She settles in next to Eric, laying her head against his broad shoulder. “He does look familiar,” she signs, her gaze examining your features. You translate for Eric.

“I just have one of those faces,” you give the standard reply. They both shrug and move on with the conversation. But you still see them examining you here and there.

A while later you feel a burn in your lower abdomen. Shit. “I need to pee,” you lie, or well half lie now that you think about it. Ariel swings her legs off of your stomach, and Eric stops running his fingers through your hair. You make a quick detour by your bag, grabbing the meds case from within.

You look back and see Ariel typing something on her phone to talk to Eric. Once you lose sight of the pair, you stop and open the case. You retrieve a fresh needle from the dispenser, and grab the vial of clear fluid. You double check the label, PCPharmaceuticals MIPv2.4. You’re running low, you’ll need to refill before long. You pull the plunger, extracting the correct dosage. You stick your ass with the syringe administering your medication, before taking the chance to relieve yourself. The pressure in your bladder relieving alongside the familiar burn in your lower abdomen.

When you return to the pair, they’re getting dressed again. “Sorry to split on you, but we’re actually running a little late if we want to make it to Celadon tonight,” Eric says while pulling on his shirt that barely hides his muscles.

“It was a lot of fun,” Ariel signs.

You wave them off, “We hope to see you again.” Alone in the woods, you get dressed. Finding your body suit, slipping into the sheer fabric. Your pants are over there. And finally you find the discarded ‘Guns N’ Roselia’ crop top from near your bag. With your “quick” lunch break now over, you gather your things and continue the path to Saffron.