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The late afternoon sun was beating down on the pavement, you had to squint as you doodled with a crumbling piece of chalk. The ground was too hot to sit on but your gentleman of a girlfriend let you sit on her favourite blanket, folded up neatly so the heat couldn’t get you.
Said girlfriend was squating, thick thigh muscles failed to restrict her flexibility. Peggy looked unfairly gorgeous in the heat, especially with her tank top soaked in sweat. Her curls were as perfect as when she did them in the morning.
Despite the hot pavement, she used her fingers to blend out the chalk. Her drawing was a fucking Bob Ross painting, you wondered how the hell she did that with chalk, achieving such vibrant colours from this cheap material.
Yet again, you failed to doodle on her masterpiece, she always caught you before you could destroy it. Because even though this was your idea, they had completely ignored you, drawing in silence, it wasn’t the bonding experience you had expected.
A loud slurping sound brought your attention to your other girlfriend. Natasha was smart enough to bring out a foldable chair, umbrella, sunglasses and refreshments enough for just herself. She had a mix of doodles and really good drawings, sticking to a limited colour palette of black and red because you were hogging all the other colours.
“Can I have some?” You reached over Peggy’s sketching area, not near enough to close the gap to reach Natasha. She only raised an eyebrow and continued gulping down her chilled soda with a slight smirk. Peggy pushed your arm away, it had casted a shadow over her drawing.
“Meanies,” you pouted and swallowed what little saliva you had, it was a Sahara desert in your mouth.
A bead of sweat rolled of the tip of your nose, onto your own drawing. The colours darkened and the ground soaked it up, like a giant parched sponge. You were wet everywhere, sure that your skin had melted and glued all your crevices, sure that the sweat running down your skin was actually your melting skin. That wasn’t including the growing dark spot in your panties that you woke up with.
The chalk was no match for Peggy’s strength, yet another one was crushed in her grip. The powder stuck to her sweaty palm.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered in annoyance and grimaced at the texture remaining on her palm. The way her fingers were stretched out and her nose scrunched in disgust was similar to a kid suddenly realising how awful a sensation was. You took her wrist and wiped her palm on your pants.
“No, don’t do that..” She weakly protested but didn’t pull away, she hated when you dirtied your clothes without a care. Usually you would be more conscious about it if they weren’t already drenched in sweat and pavement germs.
“I think you should get out of the sun,” you poked her pink cheek, her shoulders were turning into an unhealthy shade of pink despite reapplying sunblock countless times. She swatted at your hand.
Natasha stood in agreement and stretched her arms above her head, “I’m going for a dip, you ladies enjoy yourselves.”
She gathered her belongings in her arms and walked down the path that leads to the back of the house. You stood, ready to follow her footsteps but your other girlfriend was focused on her artwork.
“Peg, come on, you can’t keep drawing, you’re roasted.” You nudged her feet with your own, and again when she gave no response.
“Peggy...” You continued prodding her with your finger, at her forehead, shoulders, and bicep, the redness of her skin fading into white from the pressure before it rushed in.
“Maggie..” Your slippers knocked against hers, it skidded, accidentally smudging her drawing. There was a moment of silence as she gaped at you and you returned it, “it wasn’t on purpose, I didn’t mean to.”
She reached for your ankle and you leaped aside, “I’m sorry!”
You ran off without looking back, barely a second of a head start before you heard her chasing after you. You rounded to the back of the house, Natasha’s head bopping in the pool, you almost made it to the other side of the backyard when arms wrapped around your waist.
Squealing as she lifted you off the ground and walked closer to the pool, you kicked your slippers off in the midst of your struggle and uselessly squirmed in her grip, “no, Peggy! Please, I’m sorry!”
Thankfully your phone was safely chilling at home— because the sun would have overheated it, and then be drowned with you as you were dropped into the deep end of the pool. The cold was shocking but relieving, your feet hit the bottom and you pushed off the floor to get to the surface quicker. You gasped for air as you breached, coughing as water had shot up your nose and burned your nostrils. “I said I was sorry!”
Peggy grinned and turned around, heading into the house, you watched her leave with a disappointed sigh and violently wiped your drenched face. Wondering why she wasn’t joining you when there was enough shade from the surrounding trees and the canopy.
The canopy brought back early memories, designing this house was a joined effort but Peggy was the main designer and she didn’t fall victim to modern minimalism. Natasha was more concerned about things like working water heater and comfort. This canopy was discussed over many nights, ultimately you were the deal-breaker. You chose this canopy because the pointed tip resembled tits and you couldn’t stop giggling.
Your clothes clung insistingly to you when you raised above the water, so you lowered until your shoulders were submerged and began stripping them off. In the process of, you nearly waterboarded yourself. Why in the world did you not think this through?
You heard Natasha chuckling at your struggling form, she gripped the bottom of your shirt and ripped it off you. Your shoulders dropped in relief, for a moment there you thought you were going to drown. She flung it to the pool edge with a ‘plat’ sound. Your shorts met the same fate on the terracotta tiles.
“Thanks...” Your eyes went comically wide when you finally noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything but panties. Plainly oggling her body, your cheeks felt hotter than when you were under the sun.
With a pinch to your heated cheek, she winked and resumed swimming in perfect form, with elegance that only a ballerina could achieve. Dipping out of the shade, into the sunlight, water glistering on her skin when she swept her arm over her head. The water rippling gently against you as she glided smoothly through the surface.
“No one ever taught you it is rude to stare?”
You jumped, interrupted from your favourite show and twisted around just to be flashed by Peggy in a red, white, and blue one piece swimsuit. Hugging her in all the right places. The bucket of chalk in her hand was placed beside the abandoned bottle of sunblock, she had went to fetch the chalk from the front of the house.
You stopped breathing as she bent down in front of you, her free hand reaching for your face, you gravitated towards her.
“You’ll catch flies if you don’t keep that mouth closed.” She pushed at the bottom of your jaw. You helplessly watched her diving into the pool, catching up with Natasha and swimming in sync as they do when they spar. Mirroring each other with slightly different techniques.
Slumping down at the steps of the pool, accompanied by the smell of sunblock, flowers, and chlorine. Your head was fuzzy with arousal, trying to ignore the old ache in your gut. It would be visible to them if you rubbed your thighs together or sneaked a hand between them. They were occupied in the moment so you could potentially get away with it, but you weren’t in the mood to be teased by them.
Natasha came out first for a water break. Your eyes definitely weren’t tracing the outline of her breasts and burning a hole through her translucent underwear. Your heart sank a little when her towel was thrown over her shoulders like a cape. She didn’t comment on your facial expressions when she walked over and tilted a new can of soda to your lips. Holding eye contact as you gulped down the gassy drink.
Peggy lifted herself out of the pool, skipping the steps. She reached her arm to the side, her swimsuit straining over her muscles as she stretched. Her ribs inflating and collapsing with her laboured breathing. She stood over you, water raining down on you, and curled her fingers at you, wordlessly asking you to get out.
Maybe the signal wasn’t sent to your brain yet, you remained seated. Not ready to get out even though you hadn’t done much— or maybe because of that. A little while longer wouldn’t hurt.
“Come on, you’re pruning” she waited for you, crossing her arms in a way that pushed her breasts up. This angle of them felt illegal, you glanced at your fingers, they actually were pruning to your surprise.
“Hey, look at me. Stop fannying around, I won’t ask again.” Peggy was quickly getting irritated. You stood, the height difference brought you face to her chest. You shivered as a breeze flowed through the backyard, your nipples pebbling instantly like hers. Hoping she picked up on your desires and were going to act on them.
But a smooth handle was in your hand, the chalk bucket. You frowned at it in confusion. Peggy picked one off the mountain of mixed colours and sizes of chalk. It was rough to your skin when she pressed it to your abdomen. You twitched. The water droplets allowed the chalk to show on your skin. You couldn’t tell what she was drawing and you didn’t question her.
Instead you resumed percieving them. It wasn’t your fault you were a creep, they were asking you to so they could rub it in your face later. The image on your belly was another version of her landscape drawing, she moved on to your back, they orbit you together, Natasha didn’t even try to hide her giggle.
“What, what did she write?” You twisted your body but couldn’t make out what were the colours on your back. If you had paid attention to the strokes, you would’ve known, but your mind was elsewhere. Chalk ran down your legs.
Cold hands found your hip, half of Natasha’s lips lifted in a teasing smile and cooed, “who’s a good girl? You’re a good girl.”
You blinked, there were absolutely zero thoughts in your head. She knew it was your trigger word, you were immediately a puddle in her hands even as you identified that mocking tone. Everything in the world went out the window, it was just the three of you.
Natasha’s fingers pinched the band of your bra, your arms automatically went up, allowing her to take it off. Goosebumps peppering your skin. So innocently she kissed your nose, then her hand plunged into your underwear. You inhaled sharply, you had been anticipating this but also exepecting them to deny you of anything. She tsked at the slick she found, two fingers entered you embarrassingly easily. Her smile widened, your knees buckled under you and you gasped at the sudden increase in speed.
“Nat...” You gripped her wrist, she thrusted up so harshly into you that you tiptoed in an attempt to lighten the ministrations. You folded over, forehead rested on her shoulder, your body too heavy to hold yourself up, that was why you had Peggy to hold your weight from behind. Her wet swimsuit was cold to your back, unable to curl further away from her. Painfully strained sounds left your throat.
“What got your panties so wet you had to fuss over breakfast, and whine your way out of the house, ruining all of our mood?” Her hand came up to grab your chin firmly, pulling you out of hiding in her neck, “will you shut up and behave now?”
Like a fish out of water, you gasped for air and twitched as pleasure rushed through you. You nodded, eyes slipping shut as your orgasm approached. Right there, her fingers curled and your squishy walls clenched around her with a mind of its own.
Almost there. Her fingers left your twitching cunt, pulsing to the beat of your heart. The band of your panties smacked your skin, Natasha’s fingers were coated with milky cream and stringy clear goo. It went past you, into Peggy’s mouth, sucking and moaning beside your ear. You squeezed your thighs shut, whining pathetically, craving to reel back the dissipating arousal. You tugged at her wrists but she paid no mind to you, making out with Peggy over your shoulder.
Inching your hips closer, you searched for a surface to grind on, but the distance between grew, Peggy dragging you backwards until she sat on the lounge chair and dragged you on top her. You reclined with her and Natasha hovered over. The need was clawing at your head, burning your flesh from inside out. It was also the guilt of your undeserving sour attitude towards them.
Sharp jade eyes honned to yours, you darted between them and Natasha’s hand snaking down her body, pulling her underwear aside and plunging the same two fingers into herself. You frowned in offence, that was your job and you were excellent, at it, how dare she it away from you.
“I want—”
“I don’t care what you want.” She groaned, she was more aroused than you thought because her pussy was squelching and smacking obscenely with every thrust. You weren’t aware of the volume of yours previously. You wanted to touch but Peggy pinned your hands down.
“Don’t touch, don’t whine, just watch.” Natasha nipped the flesh above your areola. Finally, you settled down because watching Natasha reach her peak was a privillege and you were excited to have a personal show. Her head fell to your breasts, while her ass stayed in the air. Licking and sucking your nipples as she pleased, she huffed and puffed on you as she brought herself closer, rocking you with her movements.
“Good heavens,” Peggy muttered, full of hunger in her voice. Their combined groans reverberated in your chest, adding to the immersive experience and the discarded lust in your lower region, bubbling with your restlessness. Since Peggy wasn’t restraining your lower half, you were free to buck and hump the air, sadly not high enough to reach Natasha. Only succeeding in agitating Peggy.
A sharp pain errupted in your shoulder, you yelped, “you fucking bit me?”
“Would you rather be spanked?”
Honestly, you would like that, but it would drive you mad even further. Natasha’s eyes never breaking eye contact as she fucked herself was already causing you to malfunction. And because of your little outburst, she retaliated by biting your breast. You whimpered, your glassy eyes struggling to meet her gaze, and hips struggling to stay frozen in place, twitching with effort.
Blinking rapidly to clear the haze, you must absorb every detail. The sheen of sweat on her forehead, the soft droopy eyes that seemed focused but you knew better, the little freckles dotting her perfect skin, the mixture of saliva or other substances in the corner of her lips, the subtle hitch in her breath, and the tensing and relaxing cycle her abs go through. You’d do anything to touch her but there were no options they would accept at this moment. This was your punishment.
If you could crane your neck lower, you could kiss her, her mind would be too blank to deny you. However, you were proven wrong, your puckered lips reached for her and she retreated back without halting her pace. You couldn’t help but whine.
“Goodness, Tasha. You’re giving me a rod on.” Peggy shifted under you, rubbing her front against your back, it was torturous for her too. You could feel her erect nipples and hear her shallow breathing. She had enough, holding your hands together in one hand to grope Natasha’s breast with the other.
“My bad,” Natasha moaned into your breasts. Her hand not fucking herself brushed your inner thighs, lighting a spark in you with false anticipation. Peggy hummed, vibrating in your back. An additional source of sloppy sounds, you grumbled in disappointment, sandwiched between what they were denying you.
The occasionally brush of Natasha’s arm was riling you up. Her eyes stopped fighting to stay open, she bit her lip and somehow sped up her hands. She groaned as she came, eyebrows pinched together, Peggy moaned with her. You could imagine the pleasure surging through them. You were on the edge of the cliff, looking over at the waterfall with a safety harness holding you back, unable to fall over.
Hot liquid dripped onto your cunt, you escaped Peggy’s grip while she was at her weakest, collecting the liquid gold with your fingers and thrusting them into yourself. Everywhere was tingling, you didn’t need much but Peggy wasn’t granting you release just yet. She snatched your hand away before Natasha’s ass dropped to clamp your crying pussy between them.
“You just can’t listen to instructions, can you?” Peggy hissed, despite panting, her fury didn’t dampen. Natasha wasn’t helping, pecking kisses on your chest, cunt leaking on yours. No amount of puppy eyes was going to save you, it was too late to beg for mercy.