5.48 – A Third II

5.48 – A Third II

Lewd noises filled the air as she and Delta quietly took care of Zoey's morning erection. Their tongues lapped around the edges, licking and kissing and teasing their girlfriend's tip. Saliva slicked the shaft, spread around by their efforts, both their hands and lips working away.

Zoey, her face screwed up, was clearly enjoying herself, though she stayed firmly asleep. She shifted around, hips wiggling, moaning softly as her cock was taken care of. Dreaming, undoubtedly. Rosalie wondered about what.

"It's almost impressive," Delta whispered. "I'd say she's faking it, but I don't think she is." A sly look slid onto her lips as she faced Rosalie, which Rosalie didn't trust. "How far do you think we could go? Before she wakes up?"

It was a good question. Rosalie had gotten away with, well, a lot. On more than one occasion she'd gotten her nose firmly pressed into Zoey's pubic bone without the woman stirring to consciousness. Her ability to sleep through anything was genuinely impressive.

Delta came to a decision herself. She pulled away and shuffled up the bed to lean against the headboard. She crossed her arms, the mischievous look concerning Rosalie more by the moment. What did she have planned? Whatever it was, Rosalie didn't trust it.

"Think you could ride her?" Delta asked. "Until she finishes? Could you go that far?"ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

Rosalie looked down at the cock in her hands. She considered. It was doubtful. Then again, Rosalie really had gotten away with a lot, and Zoey seemed even more firmly asleep than usual.

"Try it," Delta said. "I mean, if you're just 'taking care of your girlfriend's needs', then you should do it right. Work efficiently. Isn't that your whole thing?"

Rosalie eyed the woman. She saw through her machinations. She was trying to goad Rosalie into putting on a show. The perverted woman just wanted to watch Rosalie impale herself on Zoey. The disgusting voyeur.

Except, her body was responding to the suggestion. A heat built in her stomach at the idea of riding Zoey while Delta sat there and watched. The idea, oddly, felt lewder than actually sharing Zoey. Her breathing quickened.

"You have a point," Rosalie conceded. "But I'm not doing it for your sake. I'm not putting on a show."

"Sure. Totally." Grinning, a potion appeared between the foxgirl's fingers, which she waggled at Rosalie. "Don't mind me. I'll be cheering from the sidelines." She downed the potion in a quick motion, then discarded the emptied vial into her inventory.

Rosalie watched as Delta's black panties bulged outward. The fabric, pulled tight, revealed the thick outline of the woman's cock, growing more pronounced by the second. She shivered, trying to act casual as the transformation took place.

"What do you think you're doing?" Rosalie demanded.

"I'm making due. You know, seeing how you get her cock to yourself." She gripped herself through her panties. "Why? This isn't embarrassing you, is it?" She groped herself, playing with the mass crammed into her panties, and Rosalie couldn't tear her eyes away. "You're not lusting after your girlfriend's girlfriend, are you? That'd be obscene, princess. I will tattle on you."

Rosalie's hips fell.

She moaned as Zoey's enormous cock filled her up, stretching her, rubbing against her deepest spots in that way only Zoey could. She was stuffed so full, in an instant, enough to turn her thoughts white. Delta mimicked the motion: she plunged down into her toy, groaning—unable to keep quiet—as she claimed her toy. As she claimed Rosalie's pussy. That was what she was imagining. Their eyes stayed locked, Rosalie unable to turn away. Delta was the one clearly fantasizing over the situation, but somehow, Rosalie couldn't help but feel like she was the one whose thoughts were running wild.

Not that she would ever let Delta stick that thing inside her. The idea was ludicrous.

Well, maybe if Zoey asked.

But only because she was a good girlfriend. If Zoey wanted to share her with this annoying woman, she guessed she would tolerate the experience. For Zoey's sake.

She started bouncing. She couldn't really help it. Delta's original challenge had been for her to bring Zoey to climax without waking her, but Rosalie's needs forcibly took priority. She rode the other girl, eyes flicking between Zoey and Delta. Her girlfriend who was actually fucking her, and the woman who was pretending. Pretending, as she thrust into the toy, that she was the one making Rosalie bounce on her lap.

Disgusting.

Zoey was a deep sleeper, but only so much of one. Groaning as her cock was squeezed on all sides by Rosalie's pussy, bulging her stomach out with each hard impact of Rosalie's ass into her lap, Zoey finally stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep—being interrupted from whatever lewd dream she'd been in—but quickly clearing up.

Green eyes looked at Rosalie, softening as she realized what was happening. Rosalie flushed at the telling reaction, the honesty in her face. That was one of the things that never failed to compromise Rosalie. How easily Zoey showed affection, and how genuine it was. She liked Rosalie. Not for her name, her strength, or any other reason. Just her. The concept still felt so strange.

"Good morning, Rosie," Zoey murmured, her hands settling onto Rosalie's hips. "What did I do to deserve this?"

It took a second for Rosalie to gather her thoughts. She sniffed, trying to cobble some composure back. "Once again, I woke to see that thing of yours sticking up. You really are a handful."

Zoey spared an amused look for her, then turned to look at Delta. She blinked, seeing the foxgirl jerk herself off with the pocket pussy.

Delta, as unashamed as always, shrugged. "What? If there's a show going on, I'll enjoy it. Is that a crime?"

Zoey laughed, unsurprisingly unbothered by the situation.

"Though, now that you're awake," Delta said, slipping the toy off herself. "Think I could borrow your mouth? Blondie stole all the cock."