Junebug

If you had asked the Trinity of old, the Trinity who was still so raw from... everything. Who let herself have bad sex, who accepted treatment she thought she deserved, who was too traumatized and afraid and alone to understand the true meaning of consent. A younger version of Trinity, who struggled in and destroyed every relationship because trust was so foreign to her. If you had presented the current situation to that Trinity, and asked her how she felt about it, she'd probably fall ill immediately.

But Yolanda and Baran are nothing like the college girls who gladly used Trinity's body when she offered it, too young and unaware to recognize that Trinity wasn't nearly as into it as she claimed, wasn't into it at all actually.

Yolanda hadn't cared about Trinity's feelings, the problems she faced in the rest of her life. She was interested in the minutia of Trinity's day to day, curious about the cases she saw in the ED and if she was still interested in surgery. Yolanda wanted nothing to do with Trinity's messy pot of boiling over emotions in her chest, but she cared deeply about consent. She likes it rough, on both ends, and is rarely satisfied with gentleness and quiet. It's not everyone's cup of tea, she had told Trinity the night they first slept together, before any of their clothes came off. You can't assume someone wants it. And it's really not the kind of thing you can just start without talking about it.

So even though that version of Yolanda, nearly four years ago at the start of Trinity's residency, that avoided emotional communication at all costs still cared very much about sexual communication. Even though their first relationship was deeply harmful to Trinity's psyche (and Yolanda's, though she declines to admit that), the sexual aspect was the first healthy one Trinity had ever experienced. Their sex life had been intense, and enjoyable, and the most thoroughly communicated and negotiated in all her life.

Until Baran.

Baran Al-Hashimi, Type A to a fault, control issues worse than Yolanda's, with single mom levels of organization and control, who printed out a list of kinks and activities for Yolanda and Trinity to check off and sign. Who refused to engage in any sexual act more intense than gentle, loving, missionary until both of them completed the paperwork. Baran who makes the three of them sit down once a month to talk about their evolving interests and disinterests, and anything they partook in in the past 30 days that they loved or didn't enjoy. Barn took minutes. She had a manilla folder in her file cabinet of meticulously kept notes on everything, their feelings, and their limits. The folder was titled SSN, which she said stood for "Safe, Sane Negotiation", and fell alphabetically in between Jahan's father's emergency contact information and Baran's living will.

(Trinity had baulked at that, admittedly. All of it really, though she shouldn't have been surprised by her oldest girlfriend's nearly obsessive organizational behaviours. As a single mother, and Emergency Medicine attending physician, with a life-time seizure disorder, it made sense for Baran to be so specific. But the living will had scared Trinity, perhaps unnecessarily, but it had thrown a lot of things into perspective for her.)

Trinity had laughed at Baran's paperwork, had scoffed and refused to fill it out, whereas Yolanda had looked it over, nodded sagely, and returned her signed copy to Baran by the end of the day.

Eventually Trinity was convinced to follow suit, and it paid off. Big time.

The most recent and notable payoff, of that decision, is the exact situation Trinity finds herself currently in. The one that would have made a younger her nauseous with fear and anxiety and self hatred. Baran and Yolanda manage to erase all of those thoughts from trinity's head, alongside a frustrating but healthy amount of therapy.

The situation?

Being bent over the back of the couch, one leg lifted into the air, boxers pulled halfway down her thighs as Yolanda drives into her relentlessly with her strap-on.

Trinity had been moving some laundry back up to their room to fold when Yolanda had come up behind her. She had placed one hand on Trinity waist, the other firm on the back of her neck, and guided her over to the couch. The hand on her neck pushed Trinity downward, forced her to hinge at the hips and rest her upper body on the back of the couch for support before Yolanda's other hand migrated to her upper thigh, tracing circles and scratching intermittently.

She didn't say anything, the only sound came from the clanking of her belt buckle and the zzzp of her zipper being pulled down. Trinity hadn't seen which dildo Yolanda had chosen that morning, opting to be surprised when it inevitably made its way inside her.

She only has a moment to try and recognize the shape of it, the size and weight of it in her cunt as Yolanda pushes in, before the older woman sets a brutal pace.

It has Trinity groaning, deep guttural sounds that spill forth from her throat as they're punched out of her in time with Yolanda's thrusts. Faintly, under the sound of her own pleasure, Trinity can hear Yola's quiet grunts of effort. She's supporting half of Trinity's weight, with her hand holding the younger woman's thigh in a vice grip, no doubt leaving bruises, and holding it up for better access. The laundry is strewn across the floor, definitely getting wrinkled. Trinity couldn't care less about that, not when Yolanda's strap is nearly bruising her cervix.

"Fuck baby, you sound so pathetic right now," Yolanda groans out, voice hoarse and low and sinful. Trinity whimpers in response, eyes squeezing shut. "You always take it so fucking well."

Her hips speed up, no longer pulling out all the way before slamming back into Trinity's drooling cunt. Trinity gasps and whines, trying so hard to keep herself still so that she doesn't fall over and ruin the moment. Not in a million years would she even consider putting a stop to this, not when her girlfriends fingers are tangled in her hair and her sweat is dripping down onto Trinity's exposed back. Trinity's wearing nothing but boxers and socks, as she usually is on weeks like this, while Yolanda is fully clothed. Her belt buckle slaps against the back of Trinity's thigh, adding to the existing bruise that its left behind every time Yolanda has pulled her aside for this over the last two days. Which is, if she had to estimate, at least six times.

The short but deep thrusts she's giving Trinity steal the youngers breath. The pace is fast, the way Yola likes it, resulting in loud squelching sounds from the silicon sliding in and out of Trinity's sore cunt.

It's filthy. It's debauched.

"That's it baby, take it like a good girl. You're dripping on my cock."

It's the most degrading and nasty thing she's ever partaken in.

"C'mon honey, just a little longer. Daddy wants to cum inside you, alright?"

It's fucking perfect.

~

Baran had been able to hear her girls earlier, from where she sat on the back porch lounging on a pool chair to enjoy the summer sun. Sunglasses on, soft music playing from her phone on the table next to her. Completely naked.

(She's never been more grateful that she chose to live in the suburbs and commute to work, since it means she has a higher fence and much more privacy from her neighbors.)

Usually she would join them, saunter in and enjoy the show for a bit before easing her way in. Usually.

But this was not their usual dynamic. This is something special, something they so rarely get to enjoy. But they have another five days of this. There's no need to rush.

She'll get plenty of attention.

~

Yolanda pours herself another glass of the homemade pomegranate lemonade Baran had put together yesterday. She's leaning against the sliding glass door at the back of the house, jeans still undone from her earlier enjoyment of Trinity. The strap-on is barely tucked in.

Outside, Baran is sound asleep on the recliner, flipped over onto her stomach, arms wrapped up with her head resting on top of them. She's facing the house, and Yola gets a lovely view of her. Miles of endless golden skin, stretch marks left behind from her pregnancy, wild curls blowing gently in the wind across her face. Her cheek is smushed just a bit where it rests on her forearm, causing her lips to puff out into a pout, slightly parted.

And really, with that visual? It was bound to happen. Yolanda can't be blamed for her actions, not when her girlfriend is lying there, so peacefully asleep, so sinfully tempting.

She slides the backdoor open as quietly as she can, setting her glass on the counter before stepping out onto the porch. It creaks lightly, but the wind and the music from Baran's phone do enough to cover the sound.

She makes her way over to the sleeping woman, angling herself to ensure she won't cast a shadow on Baran's sleeping face. She needs good light for this, doesn't want to miss a moment.

Easing down onto one knee, the other still propped up at a ninety degree angle, Yolanda fishes the dildo out from where its folded into the inseam of her jeans. One hand raises up to brush Baran's curls gently out of her face, gathering a fistful into her fingers lightly. Not pulling, not even fully gripping it. Yet.

She inches forward, her other hand holding the strap-on at the tip to guide it up to Baran's face. She smears the deep purple silicon over Baran's lips, still wet with Trinity's cum from earlier. Yolanda tries to push in, but is greeting by Baran's teeth.

Stifling a groan of disproval, she lightly pulls on Baran's hair to raise the woman's head, just enough, so that she can press her fingers into the sides of Baran's jaw and gently ease it open.

Smiling when it works, Yolanda lines the dildo up with Baran's waiting mouth and pushes in.

She lets the first inch of the dildo settle in between Baran's lips before stilling, making sure she hasn't woken her up. Baran remains motionless. Yolanda continues, drawing back slightly before easing forward again. Much slower and gentler than she was with Trinity earlier.

The memory of Trinity's sloppy cunt split open by her cock paired with the visual of Baran's lips wrapped around it now sends a shiver up Yolanda's spine. Her restraint is slowly slipping and she feels the urge to rut into Baran's mouth without any care or consideration.

She has to hold off for a bit longer, though, she wants to savor this.

So she keeps her rhythm steady and so, so slow. Barely pressing more than an inch into Baran's mouth at a time. The older woman's breathing pattern changes, just slightly, but she doesn't wake. Yolanda continues through it, slowing down just a touch before regaining her prior rhythm. Gradually she starts to push more and more of the dildo into Baran's mouth, fingers tightening at her jaw to open it wider.

Baran's relaxed face looks so pretty like this, so beautiful with the sunlight shining on her. The residual cum on the strap-on glistens in the light, as well, and smears onto the sleeping woman's lips and chin.

Yolanda is unable to hold back her groan, enamored with the sight of Trinity's cum spread all over Baran's mouth as the latter takes Yolanda's cock so well.

Yolanda knows a few people, lesbians and trans men she's made friends with over the years, who are able to form some kind of pseudo-sympathetic connection to their strap-on. They claim they can actually feel it if they're really in the moment. Now Yolanda, evidently, does not question the power of a well constructed scene, but to physically feel sensation through a dildo? Fat fuckin liars, all of them, no matter how badly she wishes it was true.

And really, she wishes it was true. She wishes for nothing more than the ability to feel the wet heat of Baran's mouth around her, the way her tongue dances over the tip. She wants to feel the scrape of Trinity's teeth when Yolanda starts fucking her face harder, when the younger woman can barely intake breath.

In this moment Yolanda would give anything, anything, to fell Trinity's cum and Baran's spit on her dick.

All she gets in reality is the thought of it, the fantasy, and the gentle pressure of the grinding pad on her clit when she bottoms out. She probably won't get that much though, at least not yet. Not with Baran asleep like this.

Unless...

Yolanda tightens her grip in Baran's hair, pushes and tilts the other woman's head further back, elongating the smooth column of her throat. Her other hand wraps around to cup the base of Baran's skull, holding her head completely still.

Baran's eyebrows twitch, slightly, as Yolanda manhandles her into position.

Once she's set, Yolanda starts to pick up the pace. Still moving relatively slow and gentle, especially compared to the treatment Trinity usually receives, but it makes Baran stir. The strap pushes further into her mouth, clogging up her airway for a brief second when Yolanda pushes too far, and Baran's eyes start to flutter.

Yolanda strokes the back of Baran's neck with her thumb, shushing her softly. It settles Baran for barely a millisecond before Yola pushes deeper. This time Baran's eyes open fully, though still clouded over. Hazy and confused and still heavy with sleep, she tries to move her head back and away from increasingly rough treatment.

Yolanda's grip tightens, keeping her in place. Barna moans loudly around Yolanda's strap, and her hips twitch into the chair.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Yolanda grumbles, finally letting her grunts and gasps loose now that Baran is awake. Her hips speed up again at the little whimpers her girlfriend makes, the sensation of them vibrating through the strap-on. She thrusts deeper. "I hope you don't mind, you just looked so pretty and fuckable out here. I couldn't help myself."

Baran looks up at her through her eyelashes, big brown eyes glassy with unshed tears. Yolanda's dick is pushing into her throat, nearly touching the back of it. She can taste Trinity on the silicon every time Yolanda pulls back, the heady and familiar flavor making her salivate.

She flutters her eyelashes, looking up at her girlfriend with unveiled lust. Big doe eyes that seem to say thank you, sir.

Yolanda groans louder, eyelids growing heavy, and her hips twitch involuntarily. It forces the dildo farther back, the farthest yet, until it settles fully in Baran's throat. The older woman valiantly fights off her gag reflex for the first few seconds, drool and cum spilling from the corner of her mouth. The sight of her like this is so wrong but so right that Yolanda can't help but grind into her. Baran gags fully, unable to hold it back, and struggles around the intrusion.

"Just relax, let it happen," Yolanda says breathlessly. Baran's hands have come up to grip at Yolanda's thighs, digging into her jeans, pushing and pulling as if she can't decide if she wants the younger woman to stop or to come closer. "I know you want this, baby, you don't need to lie to me."

Baran whines, almost pitifully, hips rolling into the seat below her. Between her legs Yolanda can see her wetness shimmering on her thighs.

"Fuck," she gasps. She leans over Baran, forcing the dildo even deeper. The older woman gags and thrashes a bit, hands pushing against Yolanda's hips even as her throat struggles to relax and accommodate her size. Yola could not care less. She reaches one hand out, the one that had been in Baran's hair, and drags her fingers through her girlfriends wetness from behind. Baran gasps around her dick and whines loudly, hips stuttering at the touch.

Yolanda holds her hand up in the sunlight, rubbing Baran's slick in between her fingers. She sits up, makes eye contact with the older woman before taking her fingers into her mouth. Baran's eyes widen, pupils dilating until there is nothing left of her iris. Yolanda moans around her own fingers at the taste of Baran's cunt, and restarts the thrusting and grinding if her hips.

She keeps up the movement as she leans back over to gather more wetness onto her fingers to smear across Baran's face. Her fingers drag down the older woman's cheek, making her eyes flutter shut and squeeze, brows furrowed. Yolanda keeps her other hand locked on Baran's head, fully immobilized.

"Look at you, covered in your own cum. You got so wet from this, baby. You like sucking my cock?" Baran whimpers around the silicon, eyes still closed. "Look at me, mama, c'mon." Her eyes snap up to Yolanda's. "That's it, babe. I wanna look you in the eyes while I ruin you, is that so wrong?"

Yolanda's voice has a deep rasp to it, dripping with arousal. She's sure that if she reached under her jeans and the harness, she'd be flooded. But Baran doesn't need to know that. All Baran needs to do is take her cock like a good girl.

"Let me fuck your mouth, my love, I know you love being treated like this." Yolanda's fully moaning now, harness finally pressing against her clit at she bullies the back of Baran's throat.

The older woman lets her arms go slack, hands no longer gripping at Yolanda's hips. She tilts her head further up creating a smoother chanel for Yolanda to rut into. She looks almost defeated at Yolanda's accusation, but a light shines in her eyes as tears finally begin to fall.

~

Baran's hair is mussed. There is drool, cum, and tears still drying on her cheek. Not to mention her throat, which fucking aches.

It's not uncommon for one of her girlfriends to wake her up with oral. But to be woken up by a dildo shoved down her throat? Uncommon is an understatement.

The two of them enjoy being dominant, enjoy pushing and pulling at each other. Baran isn't mad about what Yolanda did, but she is a bit peeved. Yolanda was so in control so easily, took advantage of Baran's vulnerability to gain complete dominance over her. Baran hadn't even been capable of fighting her for control. It felt like cheating to get ahead, and Baran hated that.

Her submissiveness only lasted as long as Yolanda was in her mouth, the fuzziness clearing from her head when the brunette made her way back inside. Baran had been furious then.

Not because she hated it or was uncomfortable. Sure her nap was interrupted, but that's half the fun of these free use weeks. What she is upset about is just how much she enjoyed Yolanda treating her like that, knowing that she couldn't fight back. She felt used, fully controlled. Taken advantage of. She feels a bit dirty, thighs still covered in her own unrelieved arousal. She felt like nothing, like a toy.

Guess that's how Trinity usually feels, she thinks to herself.

Baran makes her way inside, intent on finding Yolanda and repaying the favor. She may have enjoyed that little scene, but she's not the type to lay down and take it without some payback. Yolanda will answer for this.

Baran enters the bedroom, having seen neither of her girlfriends in the rest of the house. It's likely Yolanda decided to go at it again with the youngest. Typical.

Instead, what she finds makes her freeze. And it makes her heart clench.

Yolanda is spread out on the bed, full starfish, snoring a soft clicking cadence that means she's deep in sleep. Trinity is sat next to her, fully naked and still dewy from the shower. She's leaning against the headboard and petting over Yolanda's loose curls, looking down at the older woman with unabashed affection.

All thoughts of revenge vanish from Baran's mind at the sight. She can get her lick back later, but this... This is a special moment. She won't interrupt it.

Trinity must sense her presence, because her eyes find Baran's across the room. They drag up and down Baran's naked frame, bottom lip pulled in between her teeth.

Baran smirks. "Come find me when you're done." She turns on her heel and leaves.

~

Trinity had been finishing her shower when she heard footsteps coming into their bedroom. After her little encounter with Yolanda in the living room, it took her nearly half an hour to regain enough feeling and stability in her legs to make it upstairs with all the laundry.

She'd say on the ground amongst the spilled clothes trying to catch her breath, trembling and hazy.

Eventually everything got put away, and she decided to take a shower while she had the chance.

Trinity peaks her head around the door, watching Yolanda collapse on top of the bed.

She giggles to herself when she sees the abandoned dildo and harness on the floor. Yolanda never does remember to take care of their things in a timely manner, usually passing out from exhaustion before she can get around to it.

Slowly, trying not to alert her girlfriend of her presence, Trinity darts out to grab the strap-on and the shuts the bathroom door behind her, locking it.

She could go again, for sure, but she'd rather have a few minutes to herself first. And with a clean dildo, so she decides to wash it under warm water and set both it and the harness out to dry.

She then moves to open up the bottom drawer on the left side of the vanity, one they rarely use. It holds a few special toys, including a selection of anal plugs that Trinity has recently been training herself with. Now seems as good a time as any to put one in, as a little surprise for whichever of her girlfriends decides to use her next.

~

Baran waits less than 20 minutes before Trinity appears over her shoulder behind the couch.

"You and Yola sure had some fun earlier," Baran muses, not sparing a backwards glance. "I can still smell your desperation, it's all over the room."

Trinity's breath hitches behind her, but she says nothing. She knows better.

"Yolanda may have satisfied you, but she left me aching." Baran turns now, looking up at Trinity through hooded eyes. It does the trick when she sees Trinity's jaw drop open. "Don't you want to help me out?"

Trinity nods frantically, rushes to the other side of the couch to stand in front of Baran. She put a pair of boxers and a loose cutoff tee shirt on before she left the bedroom. Trinity reaches her hands out but freezes before they touch the older woman, hovering in the space between them. Again, she knows better.

"Kneel."

Trinity drops to her knees with a thud.

Baran opens her legs, smiling at the crazed look in her girlfriends eyes.

"Make me feel good, Trinity."

She dives in.

Trinity is impulsive and brash, in all things, and that includes eating pussy. She puts more than 100% of her effort into it, every ounce of focus and dedication she has.

It's like she blacks out, enters an entire different plane of existence. She doesn't hear or see or think of anything that isn't directly connected to her task. She once told Baran and Yolanda that she would happily suffocate between their legs, entirely serious.

What Baran loves most, however, is watching Trinity while she's in her element. Baran's 43 years old now, and she was only married for less than four years before her divorce. She's had her fair share of sexual partners throughout her life (more than Yolanda and Trinity combined, but they don't need to know that) and Trinity is by far the best head she's ever received.

The younger woman immerses herself fully in the moment, single minded and sure. Her tongue is practiced and controlled, always applying the right pressure at the right rhythm to drive Baran to the edge.

After being so worked up all day, it takes Baran less then five minutes to cum on Trinity's face.

She whines a high pitch sound that tapers off into a lower groans of satisfaction.

"So good, Trini, so good for me," she praises her girlfriend, hands winding in her nearly black hair. "Thank you so much, baby."

Trinity continues, kitten licks over Bran's lower lips and the inside of her thighs, collecting all her wetness. She buries her nose in the tamed thatch of curls above Baran's clit. The older woman continues petting over Trinity's hair, knowing that this is often a necessary part of the process for Trinity. She can be so intense in these moments, she likes to stay between their legs for as long as she can, just to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by them.

After another few moments of soft kisses and licks, Baran is starting to feel her arousal grow again, but she's too sensitive. "C'mere baby, let me kiss you," she says quietly, Trying to pull Trinity's attention upwards. The younger woman ignores her. Her kisses and licks grow more insistent, firmer.

Their previous night had been intense to say the least, and cleanup had been necessary before they were able to sleep. Baran is too exhausted and too sensitive to go again just yet, but she doesn't want to wrench Trinity out of this headspace.

Trinity keeps going, pushing Baran's pleasure higher. She's gentler than she had been the first time around, but Baran finishes no less quickly.

"Fuck, baby!" She gasps out, her orgasm almost sneaking up on her. Baran's hips twitch and roll against Trinity's mouth. She grinds against the younger woman's jaw.

Trinity moans loudly at this, and the vibrations shoot through Baran's core. She gasps, overstimulated and overwhelmed, and pulls on Trinity's head.

"Fuc- fuck, Trinity," her breath is labored. "That's good baby, that's good, you did a good job." Trinity fights against the hold on her head and wraps her lips around Baran's clit, sucking hard. "Ah-! Fuck!" Baran gasps, nearly pained. "Trin, that's too much. You did enough, baby."

Nothing gets through to her. Baran tries again to move Trinity away from her groin, pushing on her shoulder with one hand and pulling on her hair with the other. Trinity doesn't even budge.

She's been working out more, having gotten back into some intermediate gymnastics a little over a year ago. She also started going to a women only gym, the owner being a close friend of Dr. Ellis. Parker's been helping Trinity with some strength training the past few months.

Evidently it's working, Baran thinks to herself.

Trinity is still kneeling on the floor between her legs, face buried in Baran's cunt. She's not sucking anymore, but rather making out sloppily with her core. As if she's trying to swallow as much of the older woman's essence as she can.

It's sending sparks up and down Baran's body, jolting all of her nerves and causing her heart to race. She's overcome with the sensations. It's far too much.

"Trinity, that's enough." Baran tries to make her voice sound firm, commanding, but she can't find it. Her throat is still sore from Yolanda's rough treatment, and the fog hasn't fully cleared from her mind either. The dominance she wields so easily, so frequently, is too far out of her reach. Her voice cracks and wavers, and again Trinity doesn't listen.

She just licks harder, faster. Squeezes the meat of Baran's legs tight enough to leave bruises where her fingertips are. Even overstimulated as she is, the pleasure rolls through Baran's body like thunder.

"Baby, stop-" Baran interrupts herself with a gasping moan. "Trinity, stop, I can't take it."

Trinity groans again, proof that she in fact can hear Baran. She's just choosing not to listen.

And apparently she likes what she hears, because she raises one of Baran's legs to settle over her shoulder, opening the other woman up more completely to her mouth.

"F- no baby, no, no more," Baran keeps trying, hands now pushing futilely against Trinity's forehead. Her eyes roll to the back of her head when her girlfriends tongue plunges inside of her.

"Trin..." She can't stop the roll of her hips, pushing her wet cunt harder into Trinity's mouth. When she glances down, eyes reopening, she makes direct eye contact with her girlfriend.

Trinity looks hungry. Ravenous. Her eyes are darker than Baran's ever seen them, pupils so blown that there isn't a scrap of green left. Her short fingernails dig into Baran's skin and her tongue rolls tight circles around Baran's clit. The older woman moans, breathy and high. Her orgasm rushes through her, devastating, and her head falls backwards onto the couch cushion.

A few moments pass before Baran comes back to her body and realizes that she's trembling.

To her horror, she realizes that Trinity hasn't let up either.

"Baby, p-" Baran cuts herself off. She is not one to beg.

But Trinity's tongue delves deeper into her wetness, obscene slick sounds echoing off the walls of the living room, and Baran can't hold back. She's wrung out, overworked and overly sensitive.

"Please baby, no more, please no more."

It seems to finally work, miraculously. Trinity lifts her head from in between Baran's legs, the lower half of her faced drenched in cum. It drips down her chin and lands on Baran's shaking belly as the younger climbs up to be face to face.

She licks a long stripe up the side of Baran's neck, from her collarbone all the way to her cheek. She leans in close to her ear, and says in a low voice, "But I need more."

Baran's eyes fly open, though she's helpless to stop her girlfriend as Trinity manhandles her to lie flat on the couch, crawling in between her legs and lifting both onto her shoulders. She wraps her arms around them, squeezing tight, and dives back in with no warning.

Baran screams out, back arching off the cushions, hands palming and pushing at Trinity's head desperately. She's so overworked she can barely feel her toes, her fingers, and the nerves in her core are on fire.

Trinity takes advantage of Baran's writhing, sitting back on her knees and pulling her girlfriend with her. Baran's hips lift fully off the couch, only her upper back and head touching the cushions. From this position she has no leverage to fight back. Completely at Trinity's mercy.

Time moves differently, waxlike. Baran tries to focus on anything else, anything but the burning feeling in her cunt. Anything but the slick pressure of Trinity's lips and tongue on her clit and inside her. She's so wet, with cum and with spit that there's virtually no friction left, but Trinity continues anyway.

She's rewarded for her efforts with several more orgasms, enough that Baran can't keep track of them. She has no idea how long it's been, since she first called Trinity into the living room, but she hopes to god it ends soon. She can feel tears pricking at her eyes, and her abs are clenching painfully hard.

Eventually she finds her voice, in between gasping sobs and cries. "Trinity! Trinity stop! I can't- fuck," she groans, eyes rolling back into her skull. "I cant take it baby, I can't keep going, please."

She's never begged like this before, ever, but she'll beg as much as she has to to get Trinity to stop.

If you really want her to stop, you know what to say, says a voice in the back of her mind. Baran's fully aware.

"Trini," she's fully whining now, pitiful and needy.

Her hips lower to the couch, Trinity's arms sliding from under her ass to behind her knees, pushing them together.

Baran gasps in relief, finally able to catch her breath. Likewise, Trinity is panting heavily. She rarely comes up for air when she's eating her girlfriends out, claims oxygen isn't a necessity if she's 'drowning in pussy'.

Baran sobs, rolling onto her side and pulling her knees up to her chest. "Fuck, thank you, thank you baby, fuck that was so much, oh my god-" she hiccups, voice delicate and thready.

But then she feels Trinity's hands back on her, this time on her hips. She doesn't fully recognize at first what's happening, not until she finds herself kneeling face down on the couch with her ass raised up in the air. Baran pushes herself onto her hands before they tremble and collapse completely, then opting to rest on her elbows instead.

"Wha-" She starts, but is once again cut off by the feeling of Trinity's mouth reconnecting to her cunt. "Fuck," she says, half a groan and half a sob into the cushion as she presses her face down completely.

Baran has lost full control of her body, writhing and twitching and rolling without rhyme or reason. The only thing keeping her in place is Trinity's firm hold, arms wrapped around the outside of her thighs and hands resting on the meat of her ass. Her fingers dig in, fondling her backside and grazing up and down her back.

Baran tries to speak, tries to find her voice. She looks behind her, neck craning at a painful angle to see Trinity once again on her knees next to the couch. The younger is also in a rather odd position, one that looks wildly uncomfortable in Baran's 43 year old opinion, but Trinity doesn't seem to mind. She's too preoccupied with fucking her tongue even deeper into Baran's cunt.

It feels so good that it hurts, the pleasure almost fully bleeding into pain now. Baran's hips ache and protest at being held open for so long, and her already abused throat only hurts more and more as she continues to cry out at every new touch from Trinity' skilled mouth.

It's heaven. It's hell. It's the most vile and disrespectful way Baran has ever been treated. Begging her girlfriend to stop, for mercy, but Trinity doesn't seem to care one bit about how Baran feels about this. She hasn't had her fill yet, and that's all that matters.

Baran tries anyway to convince the younger woman, pleading and whining and babbling nonsense.

"It's too much, Trini, baby, you have to stop."

"Please love, that's enough."

"You feel so good honey, it's okay, you can stop now."

"Please stop?"

"Trin, baby- fuck, oh my god, I can't baby, please."

She's still thrashing and writhing against the cushions, against Trinity's firm hold, trying desperately to get away. But Trinity is too strong and too determined.

"Trinity, Trinity!" She shouts, finally finding her voice again. It's more desperate, more raw than she's heard herself in a long time. It does the trick, sort of.

Trinity rises from her knees, hands gripping Baran's waist and pressing her boxer-clad hips into her ass. At the touch of the fabric Baran can feel how wet she is, how it's smeared all over her thighs and backside and oh god it's probably on the couch too, fuck.

Trinity leans over Baran, her warm body and firm muscles pressing comfortingly into Baran's back. She grabs Baran's cheek, not delicately but not meanly either, and raises the older woman's head up and out of the cushions.

There are tears streaming down her face, staining the fabric of the couch.

Baran is hiccuping little sobs, grateful for the relief, before Trinity's other hand snakes around to her front and drags up and down on her clit. Baran's whole body spasms, wrenching violently away from Trinity's grip, but she is too weak and too tired to actually get away. Trinity just holds her closer.

"It's okay, my love," Trinity breathes into her ear. She sounds wrecked, absolutely feral with desire. Baran can feel her own wetness as Trinity's lips trace across her cheek and her temple, a little nip on the shell of her ear. "It'll all be alright, just give me a little more."

"I can't do it, baby, I've given you enough, I- I can't-" Baran descends into sobs, a fresh wave of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Trinity only presses on her clit harder as she leans in to lick up the tears, groaning at the salty taste.

"Yes you can, you have to," Trinity whispers into her ear. "C'mon, mommy, gimme one more." Baran gasps, eyes squeezing shut. She feels her cunt clench around nothing. "I've been so good for you both the past few days, I deserve it," Trinity urges, voice dropping low and raspy. It's not fully demanding, there's still and edge of desperation, like Trinity is still pleading even though she's the one fully in control.

"Fuck," Baran swears under her breath. She's wiped. She's dehydrated and sore and covered in cum and if she has another orgasm, if that's even possible, she might actually pass out. "I can't, sweetheart-"

"Yes, you can," Trinity interrupts her, insistent. Her fingers dip lower to drag through the source of Baran's wetness. "Jut stop fighting it."

"Trin," Baran can feel herself giving in, knows that the last of her fight is leaving her. Any energy she has left is going towards breathing and staying mostly conscious.

"Let me use your pretty body, mama," she says. At the same time two of her fingers plunge into Baran's cunt, immediately curling up to press and rub at all the sensitive spots inside her that make the older woman scream.

And so, Baran screams.

~

It's so rare for them to get time like this, let alone a week. And it's not like all the free time they have off together they spend like this, sometimes they just need the release.

As typical for Baran, it started with copious amounts of discussions and negotiations and talking through their fantasies, which always managed to leave Trinity wet and desperate. It took months for them to get to a point in their conversations where all of them, Trinity and Baran especially, were comfortable moving forward.

Of course it started small, just little things. The stuff they would do normally with each other plus an added edge, almost like roleplay. Their confidence grew alongside their comfort, and there were a few times on long weekends or night alone when they could incorporate some aspects of a free use dynamic. But living like this, even for a short time, in a 24/7 (manufactured) free use relationship? They have a one in a million chance of this happening, trying to align all their schedules for it.

They take full advantage, when the opportunity does come around, and make the absolute most out of their time together.

They still have their normal dates, lots of non sexual affection and intimacy, probably more than usual though, what with all their heightened emotions. They will cook dinner together every night, as they always do. Run their errands together, enjoy quiet time while they're each doing their own thing, simply enjoying being in each other's presence. It is a necessity that all of them agreed on: if their sex life during this time is going to be more intense, than their romance and affection needs to match as closely as possible.

The most obvious way to ensure that was through aftercare, though that had produced it's own issues as well. Yolanda felt that in certain 'scenes', aftercare may detract from the fantasy and that it would be better to operate on a case by case basis. Baran hand't been pleased about that, worried that it would become too convoluted. But then Trinity suggested a new set of safe-words, and everything fell back into place.

Typically they use the traffic light system, which is still in place for this dynamic, but they created some new ones as well for added clarity. They could say "red" if they were feeling worn down and unwilling to partake in anything at the moment, and know that their wishes would be respected. Red also applied when in the moment, to stop the encounter completely. Yellow and green worked in a similar fashion. The new safe-words were "satin" and "velvet". "Satin" would be used when one of them wanted aftercare following an encounter, regardless of what the other or others had planned. "Velvet" meant that they wanted a gentler interaction, but still wished to continue.

At the end of the night they would have a more thorough aftercare session, typically involving a bath in Baran's massive tub, hot tea, and massage oils before they climb into bed. Sometimes they'd do a skincare routine together as well. Once the lights are off and they're tucked under the covers, leaching Yolanda's body heat, they usually chat a bit about the day, what they liked and what they found to be less enjoyable.

All of this was, of course, documented under its own subsection in Baran's SSN document. Trinity still scoffs at her whenever she brings it out, but now out of exasperation and affection, not flippancy.

They also agreed that the directions of this dynamic were universal: any of them could approach or "use" any of the others as they wished, for any purpose, regardless of their typical roles. Trinity has never been much of a dominant in any of her past relationships, but she does enjoy topping. These weeks are her best opportunity to top as much as she desires, though she more often than nit finds herself bent over furniture or folded in half. She has no complaints.

It works, all of it, surprisingly well. None of them have ever had a partner see them so fully in the past. Yolanda's preferences are rather extreme, and her need for control has been a bit difficult for past relationships to deal with. But Baran gets it, and Trinity is comfortable giving up control. Only to them, though, only ever to the two of them.

They trust each other to know their limits, mentally and physically, and to communicate as they shift. They also know when to stop pushing, when enough really is enough and to let the scene end naturally instead of extending it. It's a delicate balance, but it works for them.

~

When Baran opens her eyes, bleary and still clinging to sleep, the first thing she realizes is that she is no longer in her living room.

She takes stock of her situation, now laid gently on their bed. Someone must have put clothe son her after-

Her eyes widen, memory coming back to her suddenly and in striking clarity.

Trinity. The couch. Unending pleasure.

She must have truly blacked out, having no clue how the scene ended or how she got to their room. She looks to her left, the sheets are disturbed but Yolanda is nowhere to be seen. Maybe the two of them worked together to carry Baran in.

The clothes they put her in are theirs, a pair of Yolanda's old practice shorts from her D1 soccer days, and a threadbare crewneck belonging to Trinity, the logo so worn off it is unrecognizable.

Her throat and hips still ache terribly, but there's a satisfying tingle in her limbs as well. She feels dry and warm and safe, waking up in their shared bed, in her girlfriends' clothes, surrounded by their scent. They mist have wiped her down with a damp towelette, thank god, because she feels no dry spit or sticky residue on her face or thighs.

Disappointingly, she is alone. Neither of her girls are in bed with her, and the en suite bathroom light is off.

Baran slides her legs off the side of the bed, smiles when she sees that her slippers have been lined up there for her. There's also a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the bedside table, which she reaches for.

After, she rises to her feet, steadying herself on the nightstand to ensure she doesn't automatically collapse. Feeling stable enough, she makes her way to the stairs.

From up here she can faintly hear muffled voices, Trinity and Yolanda, but she can't make out what they're saying. She takes the stairs slowly, and follows the sound to the kitchen. She can also smell something delicious cooking, and she checks the clock in the living room for the time. It reads 6:23, meaning she must have slept for at least three hours. Her girls must have decided to start dinner on their own.

As Baran nears the kitchen, the sounds become more recognizable. Soft moans and gasps, a fair amount of painting, and intermittent girly little moans. She finds the culprits, leaning against the kitchen island with their hands running all over each other.

Trinity's back is pressed against the counter, in the same clothes she wore earlier. Yolanda is now in a pair of loose fitting joggers and a cropped t-shirt, one of Trinity's hands pushing it up even higher and scratching down her defined abdominal muscles. She is panting into Trin's mouth, biting at her lips in between proper kisses. Trinity looks like she's in heaven, with one hand tracing over Yolanda's abs and breasts, the other shoved down the front of her sweats. Baran can see the muscles in her forearm flexing, driving Yolanda to her peak.

"That's it babygirl, keep going," Yolanda huffs, eyes shut tight. Her hips roll into Trinity's hands, rocking int time with the youngers thrusts. Yolanda is the tallest out of the three of them, though only by an inch or two, but she is still able to look down on her girlfriends. Her face is angled downwards, now, both hands clasped tightly on the sides of Trinity's face, pulling the resident into her lips. "That's the spot, good girl, keep fucking me like that, Trin."

"You feel so good, Yola," Trinity whines, free hand wrapping around Yolanda's waist to aid the rocking of her hips. "Fuck, thank you for letting me touch you like this."

"You're welcome, baby," Yolanda mutters, Baran has to strain to hear it. She's still sore in between her legs, but the visual reawakens her body either way. She definitely couldn't handle another orgasm right now, but she still owes each of them a bit of payback.

Looking to the side, Baran can see a pot boiling on the stove, though she can't say exactly what's in it. Her stomach rumbles at the smell, though, and she can't decide what she's more hungry for.

Apparently it's loud enough to alert Yolanda, who snaps her head to the side to stare directly at Baran. Trinity is too lost in the moment, burying her face in Yolanda's neck and rambling about how good she feels and how much Trinity likes making her feel good.

"That's it, good job," Yolanda says, making direct eye contact with Baran. Her panting continues, until she's gasping and moaning properly. Her eyes never leave Baran's.

"Fuck, you feel so good, make me cum baby."

Baran's breath catches in her throat and she nearly chokes on it. Yolanda, ever observant, sees the hiccup and smirks tauntingly.

Trinity's thrusting grows more insistent, pushing Yolanda over the edge.

And Yolanda, the vixen, the instigator, the siren that she is, moans Baran's name when she cums. Spilling her pleasure onto Trinity's hand, fingers wrapped in Trinity's hair, but Baran's name on her lips.

~

Baran finally got at least a bit of revenge on her girls after dinner. There was no time to join when she first entered the kitchen, a timer going off on the stove interrupted her attempt. She did have the pleasure of wrapping her forearm tightly around Trinity's neck and fingering her from behind while the younger was trying to do dishes at the sink.

Trinity groans and whimpers and pants through it all, as best as she can while Baran intermittently cuts off her air supply. Three fingers drive into Trinity from behind, she can hear how slick she is. It's basically a permanent fixture for her. The ever present wetness between her thighs is a side effect of having both Yolanda Garcia and Baran Al-Hashimi as her girlfriends. Even thought they've been together for just over two years now they still have the same effect on her. Yolanda's icy glare, the steel in her voice when she's directing or reprimanding Trinity. Baran's smirk and the way she maintains intimidating eye contact. Trinity is just a lesbian after all, she can't be blamed for this constant arousal.

It comes in handy during weeks like this, when Trinity does just enough to piss off her girlfriends and receive a bit of punishment in return. It hadn't actually been her goal to piss off Baran earlier, genuinely. At least not at first. She really does get so deep into it when she goes down on her girlfriends, and Baran just tastes so good and makes the most amazing sounds when she's about to cum. Trinity hadn't realized just what she was doing to the older woman until she was manhandling her onto the couch, sometime after her third orgasm. After that, Trinity knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself, not with Baran begging so prettily for her.

And Baran never begs, especially not to Trinity. The younger definitely got a bit of a head high off of just hearing that, causing her to take even more from Baran.

And now she's paying for it, pressed up against the kitchen counter, legs kicked apart with Baran's fingers pumping furiously inside her. She hadn't noticed the plug, completely bypassing it to borderline abuse Trinity's cunt.

"Fuck, m-mommy," Trinity gasps, throat bobbing against the arm around her neck. Baran eases up for just a moment. "You're fucking me so good, B, fuck, I love you so much."

Baran hums in her ear, fingers relentless. "I know baby, mommy makes you feel so good, doesn't she?" Trinity nods, whimpering pathetically. "But you're gonna have to wait to cum, sweet girl."

"Huh?" Trinity says, too preoccupied with the fingers inside of her to truly process what her girlfriend just told her. But then Baran is retreating, fingers sliding out of her slick cunt with a wet squelch, and Trinity is left gasping. "Wait, baby-"

"Uh-uh, love," Baran tuts. "You take what I give you, isn't that right?" Trinity whines, now facing Baran head on. The older woman looks ravishing, yet so soft and beautiful in Trinity and Yolanda's clothes. "You want to keep being a good girl for me, don't you?"

Trinity nods dumbly.

"Words."

"Yes, mommy."

Baran smiles, that fucking smirk that always makes Trinity gush, which only adds to the absolute mess she's made of her boxers.

"Finish the dishes, than you can join Yola and I," Baran says, voice lightly teasing, before turning on her heel and sauntering out of the room.

~

Yolanda had a feeling Baran would try for some payback, but so far she's a bit confused.

Instead of Baran seizing control, finding Yolanda's weak points and activating all of them, she's decided to take a different approach. One that has her grinding her clothed pussy across Yolanda's bare abs, wetness seeping through her borrowed shorts. Yolanda wants nothing more than to rip them off of her, but she has a feeling Baran really won't like that. She behaves herself and keeps her hands settled on Baran's hips, pushing and pulling to help her girlfriend keep grinding.

"Fucking hell," Baran pants against Yolanda's neck, her hands stretched out about their heads, arms and loose curls cocooning them. "I'm still so sensitive."

"From what?" Yolanda heaves, entranced by the deep rolling of Baran's hips. The motion has caused her shorts to ride up, bunched at the joint of her hip, the insides of her golden thighs sliding deliciously across Yolanda's own bare skin.

And the smell. Yolanda could die happy. She could bottle Baran's scent and covet it for the rest of her life. She's obsessed.

"Trinity," Baran cuts herself off with a groan. "Trinity ate me out in the living room. For hours, I lost track of how many times I came on her tongue. I think I passed out," Baran's voice is breathy against Yolanda's ear, hot air dancing across her cheek.

Yolanda groans at the thought, eyes rolling back in her head. What she wouldn't have given to be witness to that.

Baran's hands slide down Yolanda's body, squeezing and palming at the surgeons lovely brown skin and muscles. She reaches for the hands at her waist, tangling her fingers with Yolanda's and brings them to rest on the bed above their heads.

"You know," Baran starts, still panting heavily in her ear. "My throat is still pretty sore, too." Yolanda hums. "So is my jaw, and my voice is a bit raspy."

"I wonder how that could have happened," Yolanda snarks quietly.

"Oh, I think you know exactly how, daddy."

"Oh fuck me," Yolanda groans loudly, hips rocking up to meet Baran's thrusts. It's always a treat to hear Baran call her that, this time is no exception.

"That turn you on? You like when I call you that?" Yolanda groans in agreement, trying to grab at the other woman's hips but Baran's hold on her hands is strong. "You want me to tell you how good it feels to ride you like this, daddy? That I love how you fuck me?"

Yolanda pants helplessly, hips chasing friction against Baran's.

There's a click, somewhere above her, and Baran's hands and warm breath in her ear disappear. Yolanda's eyes fly open, she tries to wrench her hands down but finds they are cuffed to the headboard.

She turns her glare on the woman in her lap, Baran gleaming at her with a wide smile. All the panting and moaning in her ear must have been to distract Yolanda from what she was doing right above them, pulling out their handcuffs and attaching them to the frame of the bed. They don't usually stay there, they live in a drawer in their dresser.

She fucking planned this.

This is her fucking payback.

~

Baran might not be the most imaginative person, but she has her moments.

And this one? Golden.

It's not very easy to find a suitable punishment for both of your girlfriends that isn't just a reward in disguise. Her options are a bit slim, but she's managed to land on the perfect scene.

Trinity had entered the bedroom only a few moments before Baran successfully bound Yolanda to the headboard. That had been step one, keeping Yolanda under control.

Step two had been about putting Trinity in place. The youngest of the three has always been so easy to influence, needing little more than a subtle touch and whispered praise to become putty in their hands. Baran's already got her strung out on one withheld orgasm, she knows Trinity isn't going to give her any more trouble tonight.

So she has Trinity get situated on the bed, removing her clothes entirely as well as Yolanda's joggers and panties. She is now laying on top of Yolanda, making out as Baran gathers herself.

Trinity may have thought that Baran had missed the plug earlier in the kitchen, but Baran had caught the way Trinity flinched and squeaked when Baran pressed her fingers up against Trinity's back wall. Seeing Trinity naked and face down on top of Yolanda only confirms her suspicion.

She's already gathered the lube and chosen a strap-on: a long and slender red one, with ridges and curves.

"Come here, Trinity," Baran orders. Trinity rises from the bed, leaving one final kiss on Yolanda's swollen lips. Baran directs her to kneel on the edge of the bed before joining her. "You're going to listen to everything I say and follow all my orders perfectly, aren't you, sweet girl?"

"Yes, ma'am," Trinity responds immediately.

Baran runs the back of her index finger down Trinity's cheek. "That's my good girl," she says as she presses the fingers into Trinity's mouth. The resident sucks eagerly, making eye contact with Baran as she takes her girlfriends finger deeper into her mouth. "Take notes, Yola," Baran says over her shoulder.

~

'Take notes' was pretty literal, as Yolanda found herself only moments later sucking Baran's strap as deep as she could. The other woman had one hand on the headboard as her hips pumped steadily to push the strap deeper into Yolanda's mouth.

It's not Yola's typical role, but this week is all about stepping out of those roles and going with the flow. Tonight's flow seems to be all about Baran domming Trinity and Yolanda into total submission, making them easy and pliant for her. Trinity is already there, grinding herself helplessly on Yolanda's muscular thigh as she watches Baran fuck her mouth.

So far Baran is much more gentle with Yolanda than the surgeon had been with her, but she makes the experience exceedingly more shameful and demeaning.

"Is that the best you can do? You give it so hard but you can barely take it, huh?" Baran laughs, her voice dripping with condescension. "And to think you parade yourself around as this big, dominant sex god, but you can't even suck me off properly." Baran tsks disapprovingly, it sends a zip straight to Yolanda's clit, causing her to twitch. "Don't worry, daddy, I'll fuck that mindset right out of you." Baran nudges the strap-on deeper into Yolanda's mouth, touching the back of her throat and making her gag. She stays there. "I'll remind you where you belong."

~

For the second time that day, Trinity finds herself bent over by one of her girlfriends as they drive their dick into her. She could get used to this.

After sufficiently humiliating Yolanda, Baran had pulled out an guided Trinity to kneel with her ass up in the air and her face hovering over Yolanda's dripping cunt. She smelled absolutely divine, sweet and heady and tangy, drooling onto the sheets. Trinity wanted nothing more than to taste her, but Baran had ordered her to wait.

Trinity was forced to watch Yolanda's cunt clench around nothing, hips twitching, as she watched Baran ease her way into Trinity's neglected pussy. Her right hand was teasing at the plug in her ass, pushing and pulling so that the widest part caught on Trinity's entrance and caused her to squeal. Every time, without fail.

"Deep breath, baby," Baran says, voice smooth. Trinity tries her hardest, moaning as she is at the feeling of her girlfriend thrusting inside her, but she obeys. "And out." As Trinity exhales Baran pulls the plug out completely, making the younger cry out.

"Fuck!" Trinity shouts, head dropping onto Yolanda's thigh. Baran holds up the plug so Yola can see it, and she groans and rocks her hips up into Trinity's face, desperate for touch.

Barn pulls out completely, the weight of the strap-on vanishing and Trinity thinks she could actually cry out of frustration. If Baran's plan is to pay Trinity back for her earlier treatment by edging her all night, the younger woman might actually die.

But then Trinity feel Baran's hands settle on her ass, pushing lightly and fingers digging in. She feels the dildo resting at her entrance.

"Oh, fuck, yes mommy, please, oh my god," Trinity babbles, thrusting her hips back to try and take it in.

"Patience, little girl." Baran's voice is all steel, and it makes Trinity freeze. Below her, Yolanda whines.

Baran drips lube onto Trinity's entrance and using the tip of the dildo to rub it in.

"Why don't you put your mouth to good use now, baby?"

It takes Trinity a second to process her words, but she gets there fast enough. Grateful for some ounce of mercy, Trinity latches her lips and tongue onto Yolanda's clit, immediately sucking.

"Trinity!" Yolanda cries out, hips thrashing on the bed.

Faintly, Trinity hears Baran laugh, but she's too distracted by the taste and feel of Yolanda in her mouth.

Then the strap-on make itself known again, pressing into Trinity's ass and stealing all her attention. She gasps loudly, shaking in pleasure at the stretch. Yolanda whines in frustration now that Trinity's mouth has left her clit.

"Doesn't that feel good, Trini?" Baran asks in a saccharine sweet voice.

"Yes, mommy, so fucking good."

"Hm," the older woman responds. "Better than when daddy fucks your cute little ass?"

Yolanda grunts in displeasure, Trinity can hear the clink and creak of the headboard as she struggles against the cuffs.

Yolanda takes great pleasure in stretching Trinity's ass, sometimes enough that the feeling is more pain than pleasure for the resident. She loves pushing Trinity to take larger toys, but Baran's never been much of a size queen. She doesn't need much to drive her girls crazy.

"Answer me, Trinity." Baran's voice is imploring, sharper now. Trinity shakes her head, she can't think straight. Yolanda looks and smells so good in front of her, her taste lingering on Trinity's tongue, and the drag of the strap-on inside her is heavenly. Knowing it's coated in Yolanda's spit and Trinity's cum just heightens her arousal.

"You won't cum unless you answer me, princess."

Fuck, Trinity thinks. "Yes, yes mommy," she whines.

"You sure about that?" Baran snaps her hips forward harder, burying herself inside Trinity to the hilt.

"Yes! Fuck, so much better, mommy!" Trinity feels tears prick at her eyes. Yolanda has resumed her grunting and thrashing above Trinity, she sounds furious. Trinity can't pick her head up and open her eyes long enough to get a look, but she's sure their girlfriends eyes are blazing.

"Enough of that, Yolanda, I told you to behave," Baran commands.

Yolanda continues her thrashing, albeit a bit slower. Baran hums behind her, but says nothing. One hand raises from Trinity's hip to press at the back of her head, forcing her back into Yolanda's cunt. She laps hungrily, enjoying the taste of one of her girlfriends while her other pounds into her from behind.

~

Baran couldn't be more pleased about how this is working out. Trinity can rarely reach an orgasm from just anal penetration, and it's clearly driving her mad with lust. Yolanda is in a similar position. Baran , either verbally or with her hand, orders Trinity to move off of Yolanda any time it looks like the surgeon is approaching an orgasm. After a few moments to catch her breath, Baran farces Trinity back to her task and the cycle repeats.

It all pays off on two fronts: Yolanda is denied her own orgasm while watching helplessly as Baran fucks Trinity dumb, all the while forcing the girl to moan about how much better Baran is than Yolanda. Trinity is also reaching vainly for her orgasm, while being denied the satisfaction of tasting Yolanda's. The scene is enough to humiliate both of them, but it balloons something mean and sinister and prideful in Baran's chest.

After all their games today, everything they did to control and torture her, she finally has the chance to make them pay. Her they are, whimpering, writhing, drooling messes for her. They are embarrassed and desperate and obedient, willing to do anything if it meant Baran would let them cum.

She wants to enjoy this a bit longer though. The erotic sight of her dick disappearing inside Trinity's tight asshole is lighting a fire inside her. She still doesn't have another orgasm left in her, but the visual is more than pleasure enough. She changes her rhythm and depth every few minutes, keeping Trinity guessing, and seeing what new sounds she can pull out of her youngest girlfriend.

The girl in question is dripping down her thighs, leaving a puddle on the sheets beneath them. The sheets they just changed last night. The ones Yolanda is also currently leaking onto. The sheets that will have to be changed once again tonight before any of them can get some sleep.

It's worth it, though. to see her girls all fucked out and stupid like this, cross eyed and helpless. Yolanda is babbling nonsense, not even managing coherent words much less complete sentences. Baran doesn't need her to speak clearly though, she knows what Yolanda is begging for. Yola wants to cum, she wants to regain some semblance of control and ride trinity's face towards her orgasm. She wants her hands untied so she can hold the younger woman's head in place and use Trinity's mouth for her own pleasure.

Trinity undoubtedly wants that just as badly, which is exactly why neither of them are going to get it.

Baran thrusts faster into Trinity, long and deep and hard enough to make the younger cry out against Yolanda's clit. One arm reaches back, finding the leather strap of the harness around Baran's thigh and wrapping her fingers around it. Baran knows trinity isn't trying to stop her, or get her to slow down, she just needs the touch to ground herself. Baran is more than happy to let her have that.

Baran decides now is as good a time as any to enact the last step of her plan.

"I'm not suer either of you really deserve to cum tonight," she says, faking contemplation. Her hips slow and retreat, thrusting into Trinity much shallower than before.

Her words have the desired affect. Immediately, both women's eyes hoot open in panic, chests heaving.

"No, please!" Trinity cries out.

"Baran, don't," Yolanda says, trying for firm but landing on desperate.

"You've both been so careless and cruel with me today, I'm just not convinced you deserve to feel good."

Trinity sobs, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks. She rises up on her knees, leaning on one arm that she anchors on Yolanda's lower stomach.

"Mommy, please," she hiccups.

"Fuck, you can make us pay fro that later, but god, fuck, just let me cum," Yolanda groans.

"Please, please mommy, I'll make it up to you. I'll be so good, I promise, please," Trinity rambles, voice delicate and trembling. Her green eyes are bloodshot from all her crying. Baran's hips thrust forward instinctively, sudden and snapping, causing Trinity eyes to roll all the way back in her head. She collapses back into Yolanda's lap.

"And how exactly are you two going to prove it to me?"

"We'll do anything," Yolanda says.

"We swear," Trinity finishes.

"Hm," Baran pretends to mull it over in her head, gaze raking up and down her girlfriends' sweat glistened bodies. "Anything?" They both cry their affirmation. "You wanna prove to me you deserve it?"

"Yes, fine, whatever," Yolanda says, finding some residual fight in herself.

Trinity agrees automatically. Baran leans down, fists one hand in her hair to bring Trinity's ear up to her lips. When she speaks, she makes sure her voice is just barely loud enough for Yola to hear from the top of the bed.

"You're going to look Yola in the eyes as I fuck you and you're not going to stifle any of your pretty little noises. You will apologize for torturing me earlier, and you are going to beg for my cum. Understood?"

"Yes, yes ma'am, I understand, anything for you." Baran smiles and leans back. She picks up the pace of her hips, both hands anchored on Trinity's waist. She begins fucking her girl in earnest, a steady rhythm that has Trinity rocking back and forward on the bed and the flesh of her ass and thighs bouncing.

"Yes, yes, thank you, mommy, you feel so good inside me."

Yolanda is still grunting and struggling against the handcuffs.

"I'm so sorry, mama, fuck-," Trinity moans, high pitched and airy. "I'm so fucking sorry for being so mean to you earlier, I promise it won't ever happen again."

Baran is impressed that Trinity is listening so well to her first rule, still staring directly at Yolanda's face. Yolanda, for her part, can't seem to decide where to look.

"You're so good to me mommy, I promise I'll keep being your good girl," Trinity's head drops for only a moment, before snapping back up to Yolanda's face. "Fuck! Please cum inside me, please mommy, I need it."

Yolanda's eyes finally locking with Trinity's, her struggling lessens.

"I'll be so good, I'll take it all, please I want it so badly."

Baran smiles manically behind her, pace increasing again. Trinity's moans only grow louder.

"You fuck me so good, mommy, so good. Better than anyone else," Trinity cries. Yolanda gasps. "No one's ever fucked me this good, only you, please don't stop." Something breaks in Yolanda's eyes.

Bingo.

"You want mommy's cum?" Baran asks out of breath.

"Yes, yes, f-fuck, I need it so badly. I need your cum," Trinity whines, hips writhing against the strap-on.

Baran reaches one hand around to Trinity's clit, pressing with two fingers, and immediately the younger woman explodes in pleasure. Her back bows at an extreme angle, moans rising in volume and pitch. Baran and Yolanda are similarly enamored with the sight.

Trinity collapses back onto the bed as her orgasm subsides, shuddering from the aftershocks. Her legs give out, flattening to the mattress. Baran follows smoothly, making sure the dildo stay sat firmly inside her girlfriend. She continue rolling her hips, deep.

"The feel good, baby?" Baran whispers in Trinity's ear, making eye contact with Yolanda. "Don't you want Yolanda to feel that good, too?" Trinity whines her agreement, not raising her head from the mattress. "Then you better hope she apologies soon and begs me for her orgasm, because until she does you're going to stay like this." Baran punctuates her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, Trinity sobs into the blankets. "You'll keep taking my dick until she gives in, or until you pass out. It's her choice, really." Baran can't help the laugh that escapes her. Yolanda's eyes are wide, like a deer in headlights.

With what seems like herculean effort, Trinity lifts her head from the mattress to rest on Yolanda's thigh and gaze into the other woman's eyes.

"Please, Yolo, please," she begs in a broken voice. "Just say you're sorry, please, I can't t-take much more of this-s, fuck."

"Well?" Baran implores.

Yolanda takes another moment to consider her options, looking back and forth between Trinity's wrecked face and Baran's knowing smirk.

Finally, the last of her resolve dissipates.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly, almost under her breath. "Please, Baran."

"I can't quite hear you, Yolanda," Baran shoots back. She brings one hand up to Yolanda's neglected core, running her fingers through the slick there but avoiding her clit. The youngers hips jerk and she curses under her breath.

"I-I'm…" Yolanda closes her eyes, fighting to bring the words forth. "I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry, fuck I'm so goddamn sorry." Just like that the floodgates open, apologies and please pouring forth from Yolanda's mouth.

As promised, Baran ceases her thrusting and pulls out of Trinity gently. She drops a kiss onto the brunette's head, making sure Trinity is still with them. She then crawls up the mattress to lay on Yolanda's side, one hand trailing down her torso and in between her legs.

"Keep going," she commands.

Yolanda concedes.

"Fuck Bara- mommy, I'm so sorry. I wanna cum so badly, please, please forgive me, please make me cum," Yolanda's eyes are closed and there's a touch of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Baran dips down to lick it up. The action only makes Yolanda moan louder, hips rocking up into Baran's fingers.

Deciding she's gotten adequate revenge, Baran plunges two fingers deep into Yolanda's cunt, thrusting and curling and pulling out sinful sounds from the surgeon.

"Yes! Yes, thank you, fuck thank you so much, mommy, oh my god you feel so good." Baran continues fingering Yolanda, knowing that the taller woman is close. "I'm so sorry for what I did, I'm so fucking sorry, I'll never do it again I promise, just please let me cum. I'll be so fucking good for you, always, I want you so badly please…" Yolanda trails off into nonsense, half finished words and sentences that don't make any sense, but it's enough.

Baran leans down, lips brushing delicately on Yolanda's ear. "You can cum for me now, sweetheart, good job."

When Yolanda orgasms, her scream catches in her throat. She's almost silent as pleasure wracks her body. Baran and Trinity watch on in awe, the former's fingers slowing down gently to help ease Yolanda through it.

Yolanda eventually settles fully onto the mattress, still twitching, and her eyes flutter shut. Baran quickly undoes the cuffs, removes the harness, and tosses both to the floor to be dealt with in the morning. She grabs at Trinity's shoulders, pulling the younger woman up to snuggle into Yolanda's side. Baran rises from the bed and heads into the bathroom.

The sheets will have to wait for tomorrow as well, but there is other cleanup that needs to be done. She comes back into the bedroom with two warm, damp washcloths. Gently, she wipes between her girls' legs, cleaning all of the leftover wetness from their skin that she can.

She heads downstairs into the kitchen, fills a few glasses with water, grabs some more advil and tylenol, and brings all of it back upstairs. She sets them on the nightstand before crawling into bed.

They're laying on top of the comforter, so she cant exactly pull it down to drape over them. But Baran finds an extra quilt in the closet that she throws across their naked bodies instead. It's a warm night anyway, and Yolanda is hot like a furnace, they won't freeze.

She drops a soft kiss to each of their foreheads, whispering "I love you both, so much," before laying her head to rest on Yolanda's shoulder. Her eyes drift close, and she follows her girls into sleep.

~

this is the most INSANE SHIT i have ever written and i know you freaks are gonna lap it up. but it is almost 4am now and i am exhausted, i stayed up to get this done for yall so be nice and leave me lots of comments and reblogs to wake up to

If you had asked the Trinity of old, the Trinity who was still so raw from... everything. Who let herself have bad sex, who accepted treatment she thought she deserved, who was too traumatized and afraid and alone to understand the true meaning of consent. A younger version of Trinity, who struggled in and destroyed every relationship because trust was so foreign to her. If you had presented the current situation to that Trinity, and asked her how she felt about it, she'd probably fall ill immediately.

But Yolanda and Baran are nothing like the college girls who gladly used Trinity's body when she offered it, too young and unaware to recognize that Trinity wasn't nearly as into it as she claimed, wasn't into it at all actually.

Yolanda hadn't cared about Trinity's feelings, the problems she faced in the rest of her life. She was interested in the minutia of Trinity's day to day, curious about the cases she saw in the ED and if she was still interested in surgery. Yolanda wanted nothing to do with Trinity's messy pot of boiling over emotions in her chest, but she cared deeply about consent. She likes it rough, on both ends, and is rarely satisfied with gentleness and quiet. It's not everyone's cup of tea, she had told Trinity the night they first slept together, before any of their clothes came off. You can't assume someone wants it. And it's really not the kind of thing you can just start without talking about it.

So even though that version of Yolanda, nearly four years ago at the start of Trinity's residency, that avoided emotional communication at all costs still cared very much about sexual communication. Even though their first relationship was deeply harmful to Trinity's psyche (and Yolanda's, though she declines to admit that), the sexual aspect was the first healthy one Trinity had ever experienced. Their sex life had been intense, and enjoyable, and the most thoroughly communicated and negotiated in all her life.

Until Baran.

Baran Al-Hashimi, Type A to a fault, control issues worse than Yolanda's, with single mom levels of organization and control, who printed out a list of kinks and activities for Yolanda and Trinity to check off and sign. Who refused to engage in any sexual act more intense than gentle, loving, missionary until both of them completed the paperwork. Baran who makes the three of them sit down once a month to talk about their evolving interests and disinterests, and anything they partook in in the past 30 days that they loved or didn't enjoy. Barn took minutes. She had a manilla folder in her file cabinet of meticulously kept notes on everything, their feelings, and their limits. The folder was titled SSN, which she said stood for "Safe, Sane Negotiation", and fell alphabetically in between Jahan's father's emergency contact information and Baran's living will.

(Trinity had baulked at that, admittedly. All of it really, though she shouldn't have been surprised by her oldest girlfriend's nearly obsessive organizational behaviours. As a single mother, and Emergency Medicine attending physician, with a life-time seizure disorder, it made sense for Baran to be so specific. But the living will had scared Trinity, perhaps unnecessarily, but it had thrown a lot of things into perspective for her.)

Trinity had laughed at Baran's paperwork, had scoffed and refused to fill it out, whereas Yolanda had looked it over, nodded sagely, and returned her signed copy to Baran by the end of the day.

Eventually Trinity was convinced to follow suit, and it paid off. Big time.

The most recent and notable payoff, of that decision, is the exact situation Trinity finds herself currently in. The one that would have made a younger her nauseous with fear and anxiety and self hatred. Baran and Yolanda manage to erase all of those thoughts from trinity's head, alongside a frustrating but healthy amount of therapy.

The situation?

Being bent over the back of the couch, one leg lifted into the air, boxers pulled halfway down her thighs as Yolanda drives into her relentlessly with her strap-on.

Trinity had been moving some laundry back up to their room to fold when Yolanda had come up behind her. She had placed one hand on Trinity waist, the other firm on the back of her neck, and guided her over to the couch. The hand on her neck pushed Trinity downward, forced her to hinge at the hips and rest her upper body on the back of the couch for support before Yolanda's other hand migrated to her upper thigh, tracing circles and scratching intermittently.

She didn't say anything, the only sound came from the clanking of her belt buckle and the zzzp of her zipper being pulled down. Trinity hadn't seen which dildo Yolanda had chosen that morning, opting to be surprised when it inevitably made its way inside her.

She only has a moment to try and recognize the shape of it, the size and weight of it in her cunt as Yolanda pushes in, before the older woman sets a brutal pace.

It has Trinity groaning, deep guttural sounds that spill forth from her throat as they're punched out of her in time with Yolanda's thrusts. Faintly, under the sound of her own pleasure, Trinity can hear Yola's quiet grunts of effort. She's supporting half of Trinity's weight, with her hand holding the younger woman's thigh in a vice grip, no doubt leaving bruises, and holding it up for better access. The laundry is strewn across the floor, definitely getting wrinkled. Trinity couldn't care less about that, not when Yolanda's strap is nearly bruising her cervix.

"Fuck baby, you sound so pathetic right now," Yolanda groans out, voice hoarse and low and sinful. Trinity whimpers in response, eyes squeezing shut. "You always take it so fucking well."

Her hips speed up, no longer pulling out all the way before slamming back into Trinity's drooling cunt. Trinity gasps and whines, trying so hard to keep herself still so that she doesn't fall over and ruin the moment. Not in a million years would she even consider putting a stop to this, not when her girlfriends fingers are tangled in her hair and her sweat is dripping down onto Trinity's exposed back. Trinity's wearing nothing but boxers and socks, as she usually is on weeks like this, while Yolanda is fully clothed. Her belt buckle slaps against the back of Trinity's thigh, adding to the existing bruise that its left behind every time Yolanda has pulled her aside for this over the last two days. Which is, if she had to estimate, at least six times.

The short but deep thrusts she's giving Trinity steal the youngers breath. The pace is fast, the way Yola likes it, resulting in loud squelching sounds from the silicon sliding in and out of Trinity's sore cunt.

It's filthy. It's debauched.

"That's it baby, take it like a good girl. You're dripping on my cock."

It's the most degrading and nasty thing she's ever partaken in.

"C'mon honey, just a little longer. Daddy wants to cum inside you, alright?"

It's fucking perfect.

~

Baran had been able to hear her girls earlier, from where she sat on the back porch lounging on a pool chair to enjoy the summer sun. Sunglasses on, soft music playing from her phone on the table next to her. Completely naked.

(She's never been more grateful that she chose to live in the suburbs and commute to work, since it means she has a higher fence and much more privacy from her neighbors.)

Usually she would join them, saunter in and enjoy the show for a bit before easing her way in. Usually.

But this was not their usual dynamic. This is something special, something they so rarely get to enjoy. But they have another five days of this. There's no need to rush.

She'll get plenty of attention.

~

Yolanda pours herself another glass of the homemade pomegranate lemonade Baran had put together yesterday. She's leaning against the sliding glass door at the back of the house, jeans still undone from her earlier enjoyment of Trinity. The strap-on is barely tucked in.

Outside, Baran is sound asleep on the recliner, flipped over onto her stomach, arms wrapped up with her head resting on top of them. She's facing the house, and Yola gets a lovely view of her. Miles of endless golden skin, stretch marks left behind from her pregnancy, wild curls blowing gently in the wind across her face. Her cheek is smushed just a bit where it rests on her forearm, causing her lips to puff out into a pout, slightly parted.

And really, with that visual? It was bound to happen. Yolanda can't be blamed for her actions, not when her girlfriend is lying there, so peacefully asleep, so sinfully tempting.

She slides the backdoor open as quietly as she can, setting her glass on the counter before stepping out onto the porch. It creaks lightly, but the wind and the music from Baran's phone do enough to cover the sound.

She makes her way over to the sleeping woman, angling herself to ensure she won't cast a shadow on Baran's sleeping face. She needs good light for this, doesn't want to miss a moment.

Easing down onto one knee, the other still propped up at a ninety degree angle, Yolanda fishes the dildo out from where its folded into the inseam of her jeans. One hand raises up to brush Baran's curls gently out of her face, gathering a fistful into her fingers lightly. Not pulling, not even fully gripping it. Yet.

She inches forward, her other hand holding the strap-on at the tip to guide it up to Baran's face. She smears the deep purple silicon over Baran's lips, still wet with Trinity's cum from earlier. Yolanda tries to push in, but is greeting by Baran's teeth.

Stifling a groan of disproval, she lightly pulls on Baran's hair to raise the woman's head, just enough, so that she can press her fingers into the sides of Baran's jaw and gently ease it open.

Smiling when it works, Yolanda lines the dildo up with Baran's waiting mouth and pushes in.

She lets the first inch of the dildo settle in between Baran's lips before stilling, making sure she hasn't woken her up. Baran remains motionless. Yolanda continues, drawing back slightly before easing forward again. Much slower and gentler than she was with Trinity earlier.

The memory of Trinity's sloppy cunt split open by her cock paired with the visual of Baran's lips wrapped around it now sends a shiver up Yolanda's spine. Her restraint is slowly slipping and she feels the urge to rut into Baran's mouth without any care or consideration.

She has to hold off for a bit longer, though, she wants to savor this.

So she keeps her rhythm steady and so, so slow. Barely pressing more than an inch into Baran's mouth at a time. The older woman's breathing pattern changes, just slightly, but she doesn't wake. Yolanda continues through it, slowing down just a touch before regaining her prior rhythm. Gradually she starts to push more and more of the dildo into Baran's mouth, fingers tightening at her jaw to open it wider.

Baran's relaxed face looks so pretty like this, so beautiful with the sunlight shining on her. The residual cum on the strap-on glistens in the light, as well, and smears onto the sleeping woman's lips and chin.

Yolanda is unable to hold back her groan, enamored with the sight of Trinity's cum spread all over Baran's mouth as the latter takes Yolanda's cock so well.

Yolanda knows a few people, lesbians and trans men she's made friends with over the years, who are able to form some kind of pseudo-sympathetic connection to their strap-on. They claim they can actually feel it if they're really in the moment. Now Yolanda, evidently, does not question the power of a well constructed scene, but to physically feel sensation through a dildo? Fat fuckin liars, all of them, no matter how badly she wishes it was true.

And really, she wishes it was true. She wishes for nothing more than the ability to feel the wet heat of Baran's mouth around her, the way her tongue dances over the tip. She wants to feel the scrape of Trinity's teeth when Yolanda starts fucking her face harder, when the younger woman can barely intake breath.

In this moment Yolanda would give anything, anything, to fell Trinity's cum and Baran's spit on her dick.

All she gets in reality is the thought of it, the fantasy, and the gentle pressure of the grinding pad on her clit when she bottoms out. She probably won't get that much though, at least not yet. Not with Baran asleep like this.

Unless...

Yolanda tightens her grip in Baran's hair, pushes and tilts the other woman's head further back, elongating the smooth column of her throat. Her other hand wraps around to cup the base of Baran's skull, holding her head completely still.

Baran's eyebrows twitch, slightly, as Yolanda manhandles her into position.

Once she's set, Yolanda starts to pick up the pace. Still moving relatively slow and gentle, especially compared to the treatment Trinity usually receives, but it makes Baran stir. The strap pushes further into her mouth, clogging up her airway for a brief second when Yolanda pushes too far, and Baran's eyes start to flutter.

Yolanda strokes the back of Baran's neck with her thumb, shushing her softly. It settles Baran for barely a millisecond before Yola pushes deeper. This time Baran's eyes open fully, though still clouded over. Hazy and confused and still heavy with sleep, she tries to move her head back and away from increasingly rough treatment.

Yolanda's grip tightens, keeping her in place. Barna moans loudly around Yolanda's strap, and her hips twitch into the chair.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Yolanda grumbles, finally letting her grunts and gasps loose now that Baran is awake. Her hips speed up again at the little whimpers her girlfriend makes, the sensation of them vibrating through the strap-on. She thrusts deeper. "I hope you don't mind, you just looked so pretty and fuckable out here. I couldn't help myself."

Baran looks up at her through her eyelashes, big brown eyes glassy with unshed tears. Yolanda's dick is pushing into her throat, nearly touching the back of it. She can taste Trinity on the silicon every time Yolanda pulls back, the heady and familiar flavor making her salivate.

She flutters her eyelashes, looking up at her girlfriend with unveiled lust. Big doe eyes that seem to say thank you, sir.

Yolanda groans louder, eyelids growing heavy, and her hips twitch involuntarily. It forces the dildo farther back, the farthest yet, until it settles fully in Baran's throat. The older woman valiantly fights off her gag reflex for the first few seconds, drool and cum spilling from the corner of her mouth. The sight of her like this is so wrong but so right that Yolanda can't help but grind into her. Baran gags fully, unable to hold it back, and struggles around the intrusion.

"Just relax, let it happen," Yolanda says breathlessly. Baran's hands have come up to grip at Yolanda's thighs, digging into her jeans, pushing and pulling as if she can't decide if she wants the younger woman to stop or to come closer. "I know you want this, baby, you don't need to lie to me."

Baran whines, almost pitifully, hips rolling into the seat below her. Between her legs Yolanda can see her wetness shimmering on her thighs.

"Fuck," she gasps. She leans over Baran, forcing the dildo even deeper. The older woman gags and thrashes a bit, hands pushing against Yolanda's hips even as her throat struggles to relax and accommodate her size. Yola could not care less. She reaches one hand out, the one that had been in Baran's hair, and drags her fingers through her girlfriends wetness from behind. Baran gasps around her dick and whines loudly, hips stuttering at the touch.

Yolanda holds her hand up in the sunlight, rubbing Baran's slick in between her fingers. She sits up, makes eye contact with the older woman before taking her fingers into her mouth. Baran's eyes widen, pupils dilating until there is nothing left of her iris. Yolanda moans around her own fingers at the taste of Baran's cunt, and restarts the thrusting and grinding if her hips.

She keeps up the movement as she leans back over to gather more wetness onto her fingers to smear across Baran's face. Her fingers drag down the older woman's cheek, making her eyes flutter shut and squeeze, brows furrowed. Yolanda keeps her other hand locked on Baran's head, fully immobilized.

"Look at you, covered in your own cum. You got so wet from this, baby. You like sucking my cock?" Baran whimpers around the silicon, eyes still closed. "Look at me, mama, c'mon." Her eyes snap up to Yolanda's. "That's it, babe. I wanna look you in the eyes while I ruin you, is that so wrong?"

Yolanda's voice has a deep rasp to it, dripping with arousal. She's sure that if she reached under her jeans and the harness, she'd be flooded. But Baran doesn't need to know that. All Baran needs to do is take her cock like a good girl.

"Let me fuck your mouth, my love, I know you love being treated like this." Yolanda's fully moaning now, harness finally pressing against her clit at she bullies the back of Baran's throat.

The older woman lets her arms go slack, hands no longer gripping at Yolanda's hips. She tilts her head further up creating a smoother chanel for Yolanda to rut into. She looks almost defeated at Yolanda's accusation, but a light shines in her eyes as tears finally begin to fall.

~

Baran's hair is mussed. There is drool, cum, and tears still drying on her cheek. Not to mention her throat, which fucking aches.

It's not uncommon for one of her girlfriends to wake her up with oral. But to be woken up by a dildo shoved down her throat? Uncommon is an understatement.

The two of them enjoy being dominant, enjoy pushing and pulling at each other. Baran isn't mad about what Yolanda did, but she is a bit peeved. Yolanda was so in control so easily, took advantage of Baran's vulnerability to gain complete dominance over her. Baran hadn't even been capable of fighting her for control. It felt like cheating to get ahead, and Baran hated that.

Her submissiveness only lasted as long as Yolanda was in her mouth, the fuzziness clearing from her head when the brunette made her way back inside. Baran had been furious then.

Not because she hated it or was uncomfortable. Sure her nap was interrupted, but that's half the fun of these free use weeks. What she is upset about is just how much she enjoyed Yolanda treating her like that, knowing that she couldn't fight back. She felt used, fully controlled. Taken advantage of. She feels a bit dirty, thighs still covered in her own unrelieved arousal. She felt like nothing, like a toy.

Guess that's how Trinity usually feels, she thinks to herself.

Baran makes her way inside, intent on finding Yolanda and repaying the favor. She may have enjoyed that little scene, but she's not the type to lay down and take it without some payback. Yolanda will answer for this.

Baran enters the bedroom, having seen neither of her girlfriends in the rest of the house. It's likely Yolanda decided to go at it again with the youngest. Typical.

Instead, what she finds makes her freeze. And it makes her heart clench.

Yolanda is spread out on the bed, full starfish, snoring a soft clicking cadence that means she's deep in sleep. Trinity is sat next to her, fully naked and still dewy from the shower. She's leaning against the headboard and petting over Yolanda's loose curls, looking down at the older woman with unabashed affection.

All thoughts of revenge vanish from Baran's mind at the sight. She can get her lick back later, but this... This is a special moment. She won't interrupt it.

Trinity must sense her presence, because her eyes find Baran's across the room. They drag up and down Baran's naked frame, bottom lip pulled in between her teeth.

Baran smirks. "Come find me when you're done." She turns on her heel and leaves.

~

Trinity had been finishing her shower when she heard footsteps coming into their bedroom. After her little encounter with Yolanda in the living room, it took her nearly half an hour to regain enough feeling and stability in her legs to make it upstairs with all the laundry.

She'd say on the ground amongst the spilled clothes trying to catch her breath, trembling and hazy.

Eventually everything got put away, and she decided to take a shower while she had the chance.

Trinity peaks her head around the door, watching Yolanda collapse on top of the bed.

She giggles to herself when she sees the abandoned dildo and harness on the floor. Yolanda never does remember to take care of their things in a timely manner, usually passing out from exhaustion before she can get around to it.

Slowly, trying not to alert her girlfriend of her presence, Trinity darts out to grab the strap-on and the shuts the bathroom door behind her, locking it.

She could go again, for sure, but she'd rather have a few minutes to herself first. And with a clean dildo, so she decides to wash it under warm water and set both it and the harness out to dry.

She then moves to open up the bottom drawer on the left side of the vanity, one they rarely use. It holds a few special toys, including a selection of anal plugs that Trinity has recently been training herself with. Now seems as good a time as any to put one in, as a little surprise for whichever of her girlfriends decides to use her next.

~

Baran waits less than 20 minutes before Trinity appears over her shoulder behind the couch.

"You and Yola sure had some fun earlier," Baran muses, not sparing a backwards glance. "I can still smell your desperation, it's all over the room."

Trinity's breath hitches behind her, but she says nothing. She knows better.

"Yolanda may have satisfied you, but she left me aching." Baran turns now, looking up at Trinity through hooded eyes. It does the trick when she sees Trinity's jaw drop open. "Don't you want to help me out?"

Trinity nods frantically, rushes to the other side of the couch to stand in front of Baran. She put a pair of boxers and a loose cutoff tee shirt on before she left the bedroom. Trinity reaches her hands out but freezes before they touch the older woman, hovering in the space between them. Again, she knows better.

"Kneel."

Trinity drops to her knees with a thud.

Baran opens her legs, smiling at the crazed look in her girlfriends eyes.

"Make me feel good, Trinity."

She dives in.

Trinity is impulsive and brash, in all things, and that includes eating pussy. She puts more than 100% of her effort into it, every ounce of focus and dedication she has.

It's like she blacks out, enters an entire different plane of existence. She doesn't hear or see or think of anything that isn't directly connected to her task. She once told Baran and Yolanda that she would happily suffocate between their legs, entirely serious.

What Baran loves most, however, is watching Trinity while she's in her element. Baran's 43 years old now, and she was only married for less than four years before her divorce. She's had her fair share of sexual partners throughout her life (more than Yolanda and Trinity combined, but they don't need to know that) and Trinity is by far the best head she's ever received.

The younger woman immerses herself fully in the moment, single minded and sure. Her tongue is practiced and controlled, always applying the right pressure at the right rhythm to drive Baran to the edge.

After being so worked up all day, it takes Baran less then five minutes to cum on Trinity's face.

She whines a high pitch sound that tapers off into a lower groans of satisfaction.

"So good, Trini, so good for me," she praises her girlfriend, hands winding in her nearly black hair. "Thank you so much, baby."

Trinity continues, kitten licks over Bran's lower lips and the inside of her thighs, collecting all her wetness. She buries her nose in the tamed thatch of curls above Baran's clit. The older woman continues petting over Trinity's hair, knowing that this is often a necessary part of the process for Trinity. She can be so intense in these moments, she likes to stay between their legs for as long as she can, just to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by them.

After another few moments of soft kisses and licks, Baran is starting to feel her arousal grow again, but she's too sensitive. "C'mere baby, let me kiss you," she says quietly, Trying to pull Trinity's attention upwards. The younger woman ignores her. Her kisses and licks grow more insistent, firmer.

Their previous night had been intense to say the least, and cleanup had been necessary before they were able to sleep. Baran is too exhausted and too sensitive to go again just yet, but she doesn't want to wrench Trinity out of this headspace.

Trinity keeps going, pushing Baran's pleasure higher. She's gentler than she had been the first time around, but Baran finishes no less quickly.

"Fuck, baby!" She gasps out, her orgasm almost sneaking up on her. Baran's hips twitch and roll against Trinity's mouth. She grinds against the younger woman's jaw.

Trinity moans loudly at this, and the vibrations shoot through Baran's core. She gasps, overstimulated and overwhelmed, and pulls on Trinity's head.

"Fuc- fuck, Trinity," her breath is labored. "That's good baby, that's good, you did a good job." Trinity fights against the hold on her head and wraps her lips around Baran's clit, sucking hard. "Ah-! Fuck!" Baran gasps, nearly pained. "Trin, that's too much. You did enough, baby."

Nothing gets through to her. Baran tries again to move Trinity away from her groin, pushing on her shoulder with one hand and pulling on her hair with the other. Trinity doesn't even budge.

She's been working out more, having gotten back into some intermediate gymnastics a little over a year ago. She also started going to a women only gym, the owner being a close friend of Dr. Ellis. Parker's been helping Trinity with some strength training the past few months.

Evidently it's working, Baran thinks to herself.

Trinity is still kneeling on the floor between her legs, face buried in Baran's cunt. She's not sucking anymore, but rather making out sloppily with her core. As if she's trying to swallow as much of the older woman's essence as she can.

It's sending sparks up and down Baran's body, jolting all of her nerves and causing her heart to race. She's overcome with the sensations. It's far too much.

"Trinity, that's enough." Baran tries to make her voice sound firm, commanding, but she can't find it. Her throat is still sore from Yolanda's rough treatment, and the fog hasn't fully cleared from her mind either. The dominance she wields so easily, so frequently, is too far out of her reach. Her voice cracks and wavers, and again Trinity doesn't listen.

She just licks harder, faster. Squeezes the meat of Baran's legs tight enough to leave bruises where her fingertips are. Even overstimulated as she is, the pleasure rolls through Baran's body like thunder.

"Baby, stop-" Baran interrupts herself with a gasping moan. "Trinity, stop, I can't take it."

Trinity groans again, proof that she in fact can hear Baran. She's just choosing not to listen.

And apparently she likes what she hears, because she raises one of Baran's legs to settle over her shoulder, opening the other woman up more completely to her mouth.

"F- no baby, no, no more," Baran keeps trying, hands now pushing futilely against Trinity's forehead. Her eyes roll to the back of her head when her girlfriends tongue plunges inside of her.

"Trin..." She can't stop the roll of her hips, pushing her wet cunt harder into Trinity's mouth. When she glances down, eyes reopening, she makes direct eye contact with her girlfriend.

Trinity looks hungry. Ravenous. Her eyes are darker than Baran's ever seen them, pupils so blown that there isn't a scrap of green left. Her short fingernails dig into Baran's skin and her tongue rolls tight circles around Baran's clit. The older woman moans, breathy and high. Her orgasm rushes through her, devastating, and her head falls backwards onto the couch cushion.

A few moments pass before Baran comes back to her body and realizes that she's trembling.

To her horror, she realizes that Trinity hasn't let up either.

"Baby, p-" Baran cuts herself off. She is not one to beg.

But Trinity's tongue delves deeper into her wetness, obscene slick sounds echoing off the walls of the living room, and Baran can't hold back. She's wrung out, overworked and overly sensitive.

"Please baby, no more, please no more."

It seems to finally work, miraculously. Trinity lifts her head from in between Baran's legs, the lower half of her faced drenched in cum. It drips down her chin and lands on Baran's shaking belly as the younger climbs up to be face to face.

She licks a long stripe up the side of Baran's neck, from her collarbone all the way to her cheek. She leans in close to her ear, and says in a low voice, "But I need more."

Baran's eyes fly open, though she's helpless to stop her girlfriend as Trinity manhandles her to lie flat on the couch, crawling in between her legs and lifting both onto her shoulders. She wraps her arms around them, squeezing tight, and dives back in with no warning.

Baran screams out, back arching off the cushions, hands palming and pushing at Trinity's head desperately. She's so overworked she can barely feel her toes, her fingers, and the nerves in her core are on fire.

Trinity takes advantage of Baran's writhing, sitting back on her knees and pulling her girlfriend with her. Baran's hips lift fully off the couch, only her upper back and head touching the cushions. From this position she has no leverage to fight back. Completely at Trinity's mercy.

Time moves differently, waxlike. Baran tries to focus on anything else, anything but the burning feeling in her cunt. Anything but the slick pressure of Trinity's lips and tongue on her clit and inside her. She's so wet, with cum and with spit that there's virtually no friction left, but Trinity continues anyway.

She's rewarded for her efforts with several more orgasms, enough that Baran can't keep track of them. She has no idea how long it's been, since she first called Trinity into the living room, but she hopes to god it ends soon. She can feel tears pricking at her eyes, and her abs are clenching painfully hard.

Eventually she finds her voice, in between gasping sobs and cries. "Trinity! Trinity stop! I can't- fuck," she groans, eyes rolling back into her skull. "I cant take it baby, I can't keep going, please."

She's never begged like this before, ever, but she'll beg as much as she has to to get Trinity to stop.

If you really want her to stop, you know what to say, says a voice in the back of her mind. Baran's fully aware.

"Trini," she's fully whining now, pitiful and needy.

Her hips lower to the couch, Trinity's arms sliding from under her ass to behind her knees, pushing them together.

Baran gasps in relief, finally able to catch her breath. Likewise, Trinity is panting heavily. She rarely comes up for air when she's eating her girlfriends out, claims oxygen isn't a necessity if she's 'drowning in pussy'.

Baran sobs, rolling onto her side and pulling her knees up to her chest. "Fuck, thank you, thank you baby, fuck that was so much, oh my god-" she hiccups, voice delicate and thready.

But then she feels Trinity's hands back on her, this time on her hips. She doesn't fully recognize at first what's happening, not until she finds herself kneeling face down on the couch with her ass raised up in the air. Baran pushes herself onto her hands before they tremble and collapse completely, then opting to rest on her elbows instead.

"Wha-" She starts, but is once again cut off by the feeling of Trinity's mouth reconnecting to her cunt. "Fuck," she says, half a groan and half a sob into the cushion as she presses her face down completely.

Baran has lost full control of her body, writhing and twitching and rolling without rhyme or reason. The only thing keeping her in place is Trinity's firm hold, arms wrapped around the outside of her thighs and hands resting on the meat of her ass. Her fingers dig in, fondling her backside and grazing up and down her back.

Baran tries to speak, tries to find her voice. She looks behind her, neck craning at a painful angle to see Trinity once again on her knees next to the couch. The younger is also in a rather odd position, one that looks wildly uncomfortable in Baran's 43 year old opinion, but Trinity doesn't seem to mind. She's too preoccupied with fucking her tongue even deeper into Baran's cunt.

It feels so good that it hurts, the pleasure almost fully bleeding into pain now. Baran's hips ache and protest at being held open for so long, and her already abused throat only hurts more and more as she continues to cry out at every new touch from Trinity' skilled mouth.

It's heaven. It's hell. It's the most vile and disrespectful way Baran has ever been treated. Begging her girlfriend to stop, for mercy, but Trinity doesn't seem to care one bit about how Baran feels about this. She hasn't had her fill yet, and that's all that matters.

Baran tries anyway to convince the younger woman, pleading and whining and babbling nonsense.

"It's too much, Trini, baby, you have to stop."

"Please love, that's enough."

"You feel so good honey, it's okay, you can stop now."

"Please stop?"

"Trin, baby- fuck, oh my god, I can't baby, please."

She's still thrashing and writhing against the cushions, against Trinity's firm hold, trying desperately to get away. But Trinity is too strong and too determined.

"Trinity, Trinity!" She shouts, finally finding her voice again. It's more desperate, more raw than she's heard herself in a long time. It does the trick, sort of.

Trinity rises from her knees, hands gripping Baran's waist and pressing her boxer-clad hips into her ass. At the touch of the fabric Baran can feel how wet she is, how it's smeared all over her thighs and backside and oh god it's probably on the couch too, fuck.

Trinity leans over Baran, her warm body and firm muscles pressing comfortingly into Baran's back. She grabs Baran's cheek, not delicately but not meanly either, and raises the older woman's head up and out of the cushions.

There are tears streaming down her face, staining the fabric of the couch.

Baran is hiccuping little sobs, grateful for the relief, before Trinity's other hand snakes around to her front and drags up and down on her clit. Baran's whole body spasms, wrenching violently away from Trinity's grip, but she is too weak and too tired to actually get away. Trinity just holds her closer.

"It's okay, my love," Trinity breathes into her ear. She sounds wrecked, absolutely feral with desire. Baran can feel her own wetness as Trinity's lips trace across her cheek and her temple, a little nip on the shell of her ear. "It'll all be alright, just give me a little more."

"I can't do it, baby, I've given you enough, I- I can't-" Baran descends into sobs, a fresh wave of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Trinity only presses on her clit harder as she leans in to lick up the tears, groaning at the salty taste.

"Yes you can, you have to," Trinity whispers into her ear. "C'mon, mommy, gimme one more." Baran gasps, eyes squeezing shut. She feels her cunt clench around nothing. "I've been so good for you both the past few days, I deserve it," Trinity urges, voice dropping low and raspy. It's not fully demanding, there's still and edge of desperation, like Trinity is still pleading even though she's the one fully in control.

"Fuck," Baran swears under her breath. She's wiped. She's dehydrated and sore and covered in cum and if she has another orgasm, if that's even possible, she might actually pass out. "I can't, sweetheart-"

"Yes, you can," Trinity interrupts her, insistent. Her fingers dip lower to drag through the source of Baran's wetness. "Jut stop fighting it."

"Trin," Baran can feel herself giving in, knows that the last of her fight is leaving her. Any energy she has left is going towards breathing and staying mostly conscious.

"Let me use your pretty body, mama," she says. At the same time two of her fingers plunge into Baran's cunt, immediately curling up to press and rub at all the sensitive spots inside her that make the older woman scream.

And so, Baran screams.

~

It's so rare for them to get time like this, let alone a week. And it's not like all the free time they have off together they spend like this, sometimes they just need the release.

As typical for Baran, it started with copious amounts of discussions and negotiations and talking through their fantasies, which always managed to leave Trinity wet and desperate. It took months for them to get to a point in their conversations where all of them, Trinity and Baran especially, were comfortable moving forward.

Of course it started small, just little things. The stuff they would do normally with each other plus an added edge, almost like roleplay. Their confidence grew alongside their comfort, and there were a few times on long weekends or night alone when they could incorporate some aspects of a free use dynamic. But living like this, even for a short time, in a 24/7 (manufactured) free use relationship? They have a one in a million chance of this happening, trying to align all their schedules for it.

They take full advantage, when the opportunity does come around, and make the absolute most out of their time together.

They still have their normal dates, lots of non sexual affection and intimacy, probably more than usual though, what with all their heightened emotions. They will cook dinner together every night, as they always do. Run their errands together, enjoy quiet time while they're each doing their own thing, simply enjoying being in each other's presence. It is a necessity that all of them agreed on: if their sex life during this time is going to be more intense, than their romance and affection needs to match as closely as possible.

The most obvious way to ensure that was through aftercare, though that had produced it's own issues as well. Yolanda felt that in certain 'scenes', aftercare may detract from the fantasy and that it would be better to operate on a case by case basis. Baran hand't been pleased about that, worried that it would become too convoluted. But then Trinity suggested a new set of safe-words, and everything fell back into place.

Typically they use the traffic light system, which is still in place for this dynamic, but they created some new ones as well for added clarity. They could say "red" if they were feeling worn down and unwilling to partake in anything at the moment, and know that their wishes would be respected. Red also applied when in the moment, to stop the encounter completely. Yellow and green worked in a similar fashion. The new safe-words were "satin" and "velvet". "Satin" would be used when one of them wanted aftercare following an encounter, regardless of what the other or others had planned. "Velvet" meant that they wanted a gentler interaction, but still wished to continue.

At the end of the night they would have a more thorough aftercare session, typically involving a bath in Baran's massive tub, hot tea, and massage oils before they climb into bed. Sometimes they'd do a skincare routine together as well. Once the lights are off and they're tucked under the covers, leaching Yolanda's body heat, they usually chat a bit about the day, what they liked and what they found to be less enjoyable.

All of this was, of course, documented under its own subsection in Baran's SSN document. Trinity still scoffs at her whenever she brings it out, but now out of exasperation and affection, not flippancy.

They also agreed that the directions of this dynamic were universal: any of them could approach or "use" any of the others as they wished, for any purpose, regardless of their typical roles. Trinity has never been much of a dominant in any of her past relationships, but she does enjoy topping. These weeks are her best opportunity to top as much as she desires, though she more often than nit finds herself bent over furniture or folded in half. She has no complaints.

It works, all of it, surprisingly well. None of them have ever had a partner see them so fully in the past. Yolanda's preferences are rather extreme, and her need for control has been a bit difficult for past relationships to deal with. But Baran gets it, and Trinity is comfortable giving up control. Only to them, though, only ever to the two of them.

They trust each other to know their limits, mentally and physically, and to communicate as they shift. They also know when to stop pushing, when enough really is enough and to let the scene end naturally instead of extending it. It's a delicate balance, but it works for them.

~

When Baran opens her eyes, bleary and still clinging to sleep, the first thing she realizes is that she is no longer in her living room.

She takes stock of her situation, now laid gently on their bed. Someone must have put clothe son her after-

Her eyes widen, memory coming back to her suddenly and in striking clarity.

Trinity. The couch. Unending pleasure.

She must have truly blacked out, having no clue how the scene ended or how she got to their room. She looks to her left, the sheets are disturbed but Yolanda is nowhere to be seen. Maybe the two of them worked together to carry Baran in.

The clothes they put her in are theirs, a pair of Yolanda's old practice shorts from her D1 soccer days, and a threadbare crewneck belonging to Trinity, the logo so worn off it is unrecognizable.

Her throat and hips still ache terribly, but there's a satisfying tingle in her limbs as well. She feels dry and warm and safe, waking up in their shared bed, in her girlfriends' clothes, surrounded by their scent. They mist have wiped her down with a damp towelette, thank god, because she feels no dry spit or sticky residue on her face or thighs.

Disappointingly, she is alone. Neither of her girls are in bed with her, and the en suite bathroom light is off.

Baran slides her legs off the side of the bed, smiles when she sees that her slippers have been lined up there for her. There's also a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the bedside table, which she reaches for.

After, she rises to her feet, steadying herself on the nightstand to ensure she doesn't automatically collapse. Feeling stable enough, she makes her way to the stairs.

From up here she can faintly hear muffled voices, Trinity and Yolanda, but she can't make out what they're saying. She takes the stairs slowly, and follows the sound to the kitchen. She can also smell something delicious cooking, and she checks the clock in the living room for the time. It reads 6:23, meaning she must have slept for at least three hours. Her girls must have decided to start dinner on their own.

As Baran nears the kitchen, the sounds become more recognizable. Soft moans and gasps, a fair amount of painting, and intermittent girly little moans. She finds the culprits, leaning against the kitchen island with their hands running all over each other.

Trinity's back is pressed against the counter, in the same clothes she wore earlier. Yolanda is now in a pair of loose fitting joggers and a cropped t-shirt, one of Trinity's hands pushing it up even higher and scratching down her defined abdominal muscles. She is panting into Trin's mouth, biting at her lips in between proper kisses. Trinity looks like she's in heaven, with one hand tracing over Yolanda's abs and breasts, the other shoved down the front of her sweats. Baran can see the muscles in her forearm flexing, driving Yolanda to her peak.

"That's it babygirl, keep going," Yolanda huffs, eyes shut tight. Her hips roll into Trinity's hands, rocking int time with the youngers thrusts. Yolanda is the tallest out of the three of them, though only by an inch or two, but she is still able to look down on her girlfriends. Her face is angled downwards, now, both hands clasped tightly on the sides of Trinity's face, pulling the resident into her lips. "That's the spot, good girl, keep fucking me like that, Trin."

"You feel so good, Yola," Trinity whines, free hand wrapping around Yolanda's waist to aid the rocking of her hips. "Fuck, thank you for letting me touch you like this."

"You're welcome, baby," Yolanda mutters, Baran has to strain to hear it. She's still sore in between her legs, but the visual reawakens her body either way. She definitely couldn't handle another orgasm right now, but she still owes each of them a bit of payback.

Looking to the side, Baran can see a pot boiling on the stove, though she can't say exactly what's in it. Her stomach rumbles at the smell, though, and she can't decide what she's more hungry for.

Apparently it's loud enough to alert Yolanda, who snaps her head to the side to stare directly at Baran. Trinity is too lost in the moment, burying her face in Yolanda's neck and rambling about how good she feels and how much Trinity likes making her feel good.

"That's it, good job," Yolanda says, making direct eye contact with Baran. Her panting continues, until she's gasping and moaning properly. Her eyes never leave Baran's.

"Fuck, you feel so good, make me cum baby."

Baran's breath catches in her throat and she nearly chokes on it. Yolanda, ever observant, sees the hiccup and smirks tauntingly.

Trinity's thrusting grows more insistent, pushing Yolanda over the edge.

And Yolanda, the vixen, the instigator, the siren that she is, moans Baran's name when she cums. Spilling her pleasure onto Trinity's hand, fingers wrapped in Trinity's hair, but Baran's name on her lips.

~

Baran finally got at least a bit of revenge on her girls after dinner. There was no time to join when she first entered the kitchen, a timer going off on the stove interrupted her attempt. She did have the pleasure of wrapping her forearm tightly around Trinity's neck and fingering her from behind while the younger was trying to do dishes at the sink.

Trinity groans and whimpers and pants through it all, as best as she can while Baran intermittently cuts off her air supply. Three fingers drive into Trinity from behind, she can hear how slick she is. It's basically a permanent fixture for her. The ever present wetness between her thighs is a side effect of having both Yolanda Garcia and Baran Al-Hashimi as her girlfriends. Even thought they've been together for just over two years now they still have the same effect on her. Yolanda's icy glare, the steel in her voice when she's directing or reprimanding Trinity. Baran's smirk and the way she maintains intimidating eye contact. Trinity is just a lesbian after all, she can't be blamed for this constant arousal.

It comes in handy during weeks like this, when Trinity does just enough to piss off her girlfriends and receive a bit of punishment in return. It hadn't actually been her goal to piss off Baran earlier, genuinely. At least not at first. She really does get so deep into it when she goes down on her girlfriends, and Baran just tastes so good and makes the most amazing sounds when she's about to cum. Trinity hadn't realized just what she was doing to the older woman until she was manhandling her onto the couch, sometime after her third orgasm. After that, Trinity knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself, not with Baran begging so prettily for her.

And Baran never begs, especially not to Trinity. The younger definitely got a bit of a head high off of just hearing that, causing her to take even more from Baran.

And now she's paying for it, pressed up against the kitchen counter, legs kicked apart with Baran's fingers pumping furiously inside her. She hadn't noticed the plug, completely bypassing it to borderline abuse Trinity's cunt.

"Fuck, m-mommy," Trinity gasps, throat bobbing against the arm around her neck. Baran eases up for just a moment. "You're fucking me so good, B, fuck, I love you so much."

Baran hums in her ear, fingers relentless. "I know baby, mommy makes you feel so good, doesn't she?" Trinity nods, whimpering pathetically. "But you're gonna have to wait to cum, sweet girl."

"Huh?" Trinity says, too preoccupied with the fingers inside of her to truly process what her girlfriend just told her. But then Baran is retreating, fingers sliding out of her slick cunt with a wet squelch, and Trinity is left gasping. "Wait, baby-"

"Uh-uh, love," Baran tuts. "You take what I give you, isn't that right?" Trinity whines, now facing Baran head on. The older woman looks ravishing, yet so soft and beautiful in Trinity and Yolanda's clothes. "You want to keep being a good girl for me, don't you?"

Trinity nods dumbly.

"Words."

"Yes, mommy."

Baran smiles, that fucking smirk that always makes Trinity gush, which only adds to the absolute mess she's made of her boxers.

"Finish the dishes, than you can join Yola and I," Baran says, voice lightly teasing, before turning on her heel and sauntering out of the room.

~

Yolanda had a feeling Baran would try for some payback, but so far she's a bit confused.

Instead of Baran seizing control, finding Yolanda's weak points and activating all of them, she's decided to take a different approach. One that has her grinding her clothed pussy across Yolanda's bare abs, wetness seeping through her borrowed shorts. Yolanda wants nothing more than to rip them off of her, but she has a feeling Baran really won't like that. She behaves herself and keeps her hands settled on Baran's hips, pushing and pulling to help her girlfriend keep grinding.

"Fucking hell," Baran pants against Yolanda's neck, her hands stretched out about their heads, arms and loose curls cocooning them. "I'm still so sensitive."

"From what?" Yolanda heaves, entranced by the deep rolling of Baran's hips. The motion has caused her shorts to ride up, bunched at the joint of her hip, the insides of her golden thighs sliding deliciously across Yolanda's own bare skin.

And the smell. Yolanda could die happy. She could bottle Baran's scent and covet it for the rest of her life. She's obsessed.

"Trinity," Baran cuts herself off with a groan. "Trinity ate me out in the living room. For hours, I lost track of how many times I came on her tongue. I think I passed out," Baran's voice is breathy against Yolanda's ear, hot air dancing across her cheek.

Yolanda groans at the thought, eyes rolling back in her head. What she wouldn't have given to be witness to that.

Baran's hands slide down Yolanda's body, squeezing and palming at the surgeons lovely brown skin and muscles. She reaches for the hands at her waist, tangling her fingers with Yolanda's and brings them to rest on the bed above their heads.

"You know," Baran starts, still panting heavily in her ear. "My throat is still pretty sore, too." Yolanda hums. "So is my jaw, and my voice is a bit raspy."

"I wonder how that could have happened," Yolanda snarks quietly.

"Oh, I think you know exactly how, daddy."

"Oh fuck me," Yolanda groans loudly, hips rocking up to meet Baran's thrusts. It's always a treat to hear Baran call her that, this time is no exception.

"That turn you on? You like when I call you that?" Yolanda groans in agreement, trying to grab at the other woman's hips but Baran's hold on her hands is strong. "You want me to tell you how good it feels to ride you like this, daddy? That I love how you fuck me?"

Yolanda pants helplessly, hips chasing friction against Baran's.

There's a click, somewhere above her, and Baran's hands and warm breath in her ear disappear. Yolanda's eyes fly open, she tries to wrench her hands down but finds they are cuffed to the headboard.

She turns her glare on the woman in her lap, Baran gleaming at her with a wide smile. All the panting and moaning in her ear must have been to distract Yolanda from what she was doing right above them, pulling out their handcuffs and attaching them to the frame of the bed. They don't usually stay there, they live in a drawer in their dresser.

She fucking planned this.

This is her fucking payback.

~

Baran might not be the most imaginative person, but she has her moments.

And this one? Golden.

It's not very easy to find a suitable punishment for both of your girlfriends that isn't just a reward in disguise. Her options are a bit slim, but she's managed to land on the perfect scene.

Trinity had entered the bedroom only a few moments before Baran successfully bound Yolanda to the headboard. That had been step one, keeping Yolanda under control.

Step two had been about putting Trinity in place. The youngest of the three has always been so easy to influence, needing little more than a subtle touch and whispered praise to become putty in their hands. Baran's already got her strung out on one withheld orgasm, she knows Trinity isn't going to give her any more trouble tonight.

So she has Trinity get situated on the bed, removing her clothes entirely as well as Yolanda's joggers and panties. She is now laying on top of Yolanda, making out as Baran gathers herself.

Trinity may have thought that Baran had missed the plug earlier in the kitchen, but Baran had caught the way Trinity flinched and squeaked when Baran pressed her fingers up against Trinity's back wall. Seeing Trinity naked and face down on top of Yolanda only confirms her suspicion.

She's already gathered the lube and chosen a strap-on: a long and slender red one, with ridges and curves.

"Come here, Trinity," Baran orders. Trinity rises from the bed, leaving one final kiss on Yolanda's swollen lips. Baran directs her to kneel on the edge of the bed before joining her. "You're going to listen to everything I say and follow all my orders perfectly, aren't you, sweet girl?"

"Yes, ma'am," Trinity responds immediately.

Baran runs the back of her index finger down Trinity's cheek. "That's my good girl," she says as she presses the fingers into Trinity's mouth. The resident sucks eagerly, making eye contact with Baran as she takes her girlfriends finger deeper into her mouth. "Take notes, Yola," Baran says over her shoulder.

~

'Take notes' was pretty literal, as Yolanda found herself only moments later sucking Baran's strap as deep as she could. The other woman had one hand on the headboard as her hips pumped steadily to push the strap deeper into Yolanda's mouth.

It's not Yola's typical role, but this week is all about stepping out of those roles and going with the flow. Tonight's flow seems to be all about Baran domming Trinity and Yolanda into total submission, making them easy and pliant for her. Trinity is already there, grinding herself helplessly on Yolanda's muscular thigh as she watches Baran fuck her mouth.

So far Baran is much more gentle with Yolanda than the surgeon had been with her, but she makes the experience exceedingly more shameful and demeaning.

"Is that the best you can do? You give it so hard but you can barely take it, huh?" Baran laughs, her voice dripping with condescension. "And to think you parade yourself around as this big, dominant sex god, but you can't even suck me off properly." Baran tsks disapprovingly, it sends a zip straight to Yolanda's clit, causing her to twitch. "Don't worry, daddy, I'll fuck that mindset right out of you." Baran nudges the strap-on deeper into Yolanda's mouth, touching the back of her throat and making her gag. She stays there. "I'll remind you where you belong."

~

For the second time that day, Trinity finds herself bent over by one of her girlfriends as they drive their dick into her. She could get used to this.

After sufficiently humiliating Yolanda, Baran had pulled out an guided Trinity to kneel with her ass up in the air and her face hovering over Yolanda's dripping cunt. She smelled absolutely divine, sweet and heady and tangy, drooling onto the sheets. Trinity wanted nothing more than to taste her, but Baran had ordered her to wait.

Trinity was forced to watch Yolanda's cunt clench around nothing, hips twitching, as she watched Baran ease her way into Trinity's neglected pussy. Her right hand was teasing at the plug in her ass, pushing and pulling so that the widest part caught on Trinity's entrance and caused her to squeal. Every time, without fail.

"Deep breath, baby," Baran says, voice smooth. Trinity tries her hardest, moaning as she is at the feeling of her girlfriend thrusting inside her, but she obeys. "And out." As Trinity exhales Baran pulls the plug out completely, making the younger cry out.

"Fuck!" Trinity shouts, head dropping onto Yolanda's thigh. Baran holds up the plug so Yola can see it, and she groans and rocks her hips up into Trinity's face, desperate for touch.

Barn pulls out completely, the weight of the strap-on vanishing and Trinity thinks she could actually cry out of frustration. If Baran's plan is to pay Trinity back for her earlier treatment by edging her all night, the younger woman might actually die.

But then Trinity feel Baran's hands settle on her ass, pushing lightly and fingers digging in. She feels the dildo resting at her entrance.

"Oh, fuck, yes mommy, please, oh my god," Trinity babbles, thrusting her hips back to try and take it in.

"Patience, little girl." Baran's voice is all steel, and it makes Trinity freeze. Below her, Yolanda whines.

Baran drips lube onto Trinity's entrance and using the tip of the dildo to rub it in.

"Why don't you put your mouth to good use now, baby?"

It takes Trinity a second to process her words, but she gets there fast enough. Grateful for some ounce of mercy, Trinity latches her lips and tongue onto Yolanda's clit, immediately sucking.

"Trinity!" Yolanda cries out, hips thrashing on the bed.

Faintly, Trinity hears Baran laugh, but she's too distracted by the taste and feel of Yolanda in her mouth.

Then the strap-on make itself known again, pressing into Trinity's ass and stealing all her attention. She gasps loudly, shaking in pleasure at the stretch. Yolanda whines in frustration now that Trinity's mouth has left her clit.

"Doesn't that feel good, Trini?" Baran asks in a saccharine sweet voice.

"Yes, mommy, so fucking good."

"Hm," the older woman responds. "Better than when daddy fucks your cute little ass?"

Yolanda grunts in displeasure, Trinity can hear the clink and creak of the headboard as she struggles against the cuffs.

Yolanda takes great pleasure in stretching Trinity's ass, sometimes enough that the feeling is more pain than pleasure for the resident. She loves pushing Trinity to take larger toys, but Baran's never been much of a size queen. She doesn't need much to drive her girls crazy.

"Answer me, Trinity." Baran's voice is imploring, sharper now. Trinity shakes her head, she can't think straight. Yolanda looks and smells so good in front of her, her taste lingering on Trinity's tongue, and the drag of the strap-on inside her is heavenly. Knowing it's coated in Yolanda's spit and Trinity's cum just heightens her arousal.

"You won't cum unless you answer me, princess."

Fuck, Trinity thinks. "Yes, yes mommy," she whines.

"You sure about that?" Baran snaps her hips forward harder, burying herself inside Trinity to the hilt.

"Yes! Fuck, so much better, mommy!" Trinity feels tears prick at her eyes. Yolanda has resumed her grunting and thrashing above Trinity, she sounds furious. Trinity can't pick her head up and open her eyes long enough to get a look, but she's sure their girlfriends eyes are blazing.

"Enough of that, Yolanda, I told you to behave," Baran commands.

Yolanda continues her thrashing, albeit a bit slower. Baran hums behind her, but says nothing. One hand raises from Trinity's hip to press at the back of her head, forcing her back into Yolanda's cunt. She laps hungrily, enjoying the taste of one of her girlfriends while her other pounds into her from behind.

~

Baran couldn't be more pleased about how this is working out. Trinity can rarely reach an orgasm from just anal penetration, and it's clearly driving her mad with lust. Yolanda is in a similar position. Baran , either verbally or with her hand, orders Trinity to move off of Yolanda any time it looks like the surgeon is approaching an orgasm. After a few moments to catch her breath, Baran farces Trinity back to her task and the cycle repeats.

It all pays off on two fronts: Yolanda is denied her own orgasm while watching helplessly as Baran fucks Trinity dumb, all the while forcing the girl to moan about how much better Baran is than Yolanda. Trinity is also reaching vainly for her orgasm, while being denied the satisfaction of tasting Yolanda's. The scene is enough to humiliate both of them, but it balloons something mean and sinister and prideful in Baran's chest.

After all their games today, everything they did to control and torture her, she finally has the chance to make them pay. Her they are, whimpering, writhing, drooling messes for her. They are embarrassed and desperate and obedient, willing to do anything if it meant Baran would let them cum.

She wants to enjoy this a bit longer though. The erotic sight of her dick disappearing inside Trinity's tight asshole is lighting a fire inside her. She still doesn't have another orgasm left in her, but the visual is more than pleasure enough. She changes her rhythm and depth every few minutes, keeping Trinity guessing, and seeing what new sounds she can pull out of her youngest girlfriend.

The girl in question is dripping down her thighs, leaving a puddle on the sheets beneath them. The sheets they just changed last night. The ones Yolanda is also currently leaking onto. The sheets that will have to be changed once again tonight before any of them can get some sleep.

It's worth it, though. to see her girls all fucked out and stupid like this, cross eyed and helpless. Yolanda is babbling nonsense, not even managing coherent words much less complete sentences. Baran doesn't need her to speak clearly though, she knows what Yolanda is begging for. Yola wants to cum, she wants to regain some semblance of control and ride trinity's face towards her orgasm. She wants her hands untied so she can hold the younger woman's head in place and use Trinity's mouth for her own pleasure.

Trinity undoubtedly wants that just as badly, which is exactly why neither of them are going to get it.

Baran thrusts faster into Trinity, long and deep and hard enough to make the younger cry out against Yolanda's clit. One arm reaches back, finding the leather strap of the harness around Baran's thigh and wrapping her fingers around it. Baran knows trinity isn't trying to stop her, or get her to slow down, she just needs the touch to ground herself. Baran is more than happy to let her have that.

Baran decides now is as good a time as any to enact the last step of her plan.

"I'm not suer either of you really deserve to cum tonight," she says, faking contemplation. Her hips slow and retreat, thrusting into Trinity much shallower than before.

Her words have the desired affect. Immediately, both women's eyes hoot open in panic, chests heaving.

"No, please!" Trinity cries out.

"Baran, don't," Yolanda says, trying for firm but landing on desperate.

"You've both been so careless and cruel with me today, I'm just not convinced you deserve to feel good."

Trinity sobs, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks. She rises up on her knees, leaning on one arm that she anchors on Yolanda's lower stomach.

"Mommy, please," she hiccups.

"Fuck, you can make us pay fro that later, but god, fuck, just let me cum," Yolanda groans.

"Please, please mommy, I'll make it up to you. I'll be so good, I promise, please," Trinity rambles, voice delicate and trembling. Her green eyes are bloodshot from all her crying. Baran's hips thrust forward instinctively, sudden and snapping, causing Trinity eyes to roll all the way back in her head. She collapses back into Yolanda's lap.

"And how exactly are you two going to prove it to me?"

"We'll do anything," Yolanda says.

"We swear," Trinity finishes.

"Hm," Baran pretends to mull it over in her head, gaze raking up and down her girlfriends' sweat glistened bodies. "Anything?" They both cry their affirmation. "You wanna prove to me you deserve it?"

"Yes, fine, whatever," Yolanda says, finding some residual fight in herself.

Trinity agrees automatically. Baran leans down, fists one hand in her hair to bring Trinity's ear up to her lips. When she speaks, she makes sure her voice is just barely loud enough for Yola to hear from the top of the bed.

"You're going to look Yola in the eyes as I fuck you and you're not going to stifle any of your pretty little noises. You will apologize for torturing me earlier, and you are going to beg for my cum. Understood?"

"Yes, yes ma'am, I understand, anything for you." Baran smiles and leans back. She picks up the pace of her hips, both hands anchored on Trinity's waist. She begins fucking her girl in earnest, a steady rhythm that has Trinity rocking back and forward on the bed and the flesh of her ass and thighs bouncing.

"Yes, yes, thank you, mommy, you feel so good inside me."

Yolanda is still grunting and struggling against the handcuffs.

"I'm so sorry, mama, fuck-," Trinity moans, high pitched and airy. "I'm so fucking sorry for being so mean to you earlier, I promise it won't ever happen again."

Baran is impressed that Trinity is listening so well to her first rule, still staring directly at Yolanda's face. Yolanda, for her part, can't seem to decide where to look.

"You're so good to me mommy, I promise I'll keep being your good girl," Trinity's head drops for only a moment, before snapping back up to Yolanda's face. "Fuck! Please cum inside me, please mommy, I need it."

Yolanda's eyes finally locking with Trinity's, her struggling lessens.

"I'll be so good, I'll take it all, please I want it so badly."

Baran smiles manically behind her, pace increasing again. Trinity's moans only grow louder.

"You fuck me so good, mommy, so good. Better than anyone else," Trinity cries. Yolanda gasps. "No one's ever fucked me this good, only you, please don't stop." Something breaks in Yolanda's eyes.

Bingo.

"You want mommy's cum?" Baran asks out of breath.

"Yes, yes, f-fuck, I need it so badly. I need your cum," Trinity whines, hips writhing against the strap-on.

Baran reaches one hand around to Trinity's clit, pressing with two fingers, and immediately the younger woman explodes in pleasure. Her back bows at an extreme angle, moans rising in volume and pitch. Baran and Yolanda are similarly enamored with the sight.

Trinity collapses back onto the bed as her orgasm subsides, shuddering from the aftershocks. Her legs give out, flattening to the mattress. Baran follows smoothly, making sure the dildo stay sat firmly inside her girlfriend. She continue rolling her hips, deep.

"The feel good, baby?" Baran whispers in Trinity's ear, making eye contact with Yolanda. "Don't you want Yolanda to feel that good, too?" Trinity whines her agreement, not raising her head from the mattress. "Then you better hope she apologies soon and begs me for her orgasm, because until she does you're going to stay like this." Baran punctuates her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, Trinity sobs into the blankets. "You'll keep taking my dick until she gives in, or until you pass out. It's her choice, really." Baran can't help the laugh that escapes her. Yolanda's eyes are wide, like a deer in headlights.

With what seems like herculean effort, Trinity lifts her head from the mattress to rest on Yolanda's thigh and gaze into the other woman's eyes.

"Please, Yolo, please," she begs in a broken voice. "Just say you're sorry, please, I can't t-take much more of this-s, fuck."

"Well?" Baran implores.

Yolanda takes another moment to consider her options, looking back and forth between Trinity's wrecked face and Baran's knowing smirk.

Finally, the last of her resolve dissipates.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly, almost under her breath. "Please, Baran."

"I can't quite hear you, Yolanda," Baran shoots back. She brings one hand up to Yolanda's neglected core, running her fingers through the slick there but avoiding her clit. The youngers hips jerk and she curses under her breath.

"I-I'm…" Yolanda closes her eyes, fighting to bring the words forth. "I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry, fuck I'm so goddamn sorry." Just like that the floodgates open, apologies and please pouring forth from Yolanda's mouth.

As promised, Baran ceases her thrusting and pulls out of Trinity gently. She drops a kiss onto the brunette's head, making sure Trinity is still with them. She then crawls up the mattress to lay on Yolanda's side, one hand trailing down her torso and in between her legs.

"Keep going," she commands.

Yolanda concedes.

"Fuck Bara- mommy, I'm so sorry. I wanna cum so badly, please, please forgive me, please make me cum," Yolanda's eyes are closed and there's a touch of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Baran dips down to lick it up. The action only makes Yolanda moan louder, hips rocking up into Baran's fingers.

Deciding she's gotten adequate revenge, Baran plunges two fingers deep into Yolanda's cunt, thrusting and curling and pulling out sinful sounds from the surgeon.

"Yes! Yes, thank you, fuck thank you so much, mommy, oh my god you feel so good." Baran continues fingering Yolanda, knowing that the taller woman is close. "I'm so sorry for what I did, I'm so fucking sorry, I'll never do it again I promise, just please let me cum. I'll be so fucking good for you, always, I want you so badly please…" Yolanda trails off into nonsense, half finished words and sentences that don't make any sense, but it's enough.

Baran leans down, lips brushing delicately on Yolanda's ear. "You can cum for me now, sweetheart, good job."

When Yolanda orgasms, her scream catches in her throat. She's almost silent as pleasure wracks her body. Baran and Trinity watch on in awe, the former's fingers slowing down gently to help ease Yolanda through it.

Yolanda eventually settles fully onto the mattress, still twitching, and her eyes flutter shut. Baran quickly undoes the cuffs, removes the harness, and tosses both to the floor to be dealt with in the morning. She grabs at Trinity's shoulders, pulling the younger woman up to snuggle into Yolanda's side. Baran rises from the bed and heads into the bathroom.

The sheets will have to wait for tomorrow as well, but there is other cleanup that needs to be done. She comes back into the bedroom with two warm, damp washcloths. Gently, she wipes between her girls' legs, cleaning all of the leftover wetness from their skin that she can.

She heads downstairs into the kitchen, fills a few glasses with water, grabs some more advil and tylenol, and brings all of it back upstairs. She sets them on the nightstand before crawling into bed.

They're laying on top of the comforter, so she cant exactly pull it down to drape over them. But Baran finds an extra quilt in the closet that she throws across their naked bodies instead. It's a warm night anyway, and Yolanda is hot like a furnace, they won't freeze.

She drops a soft kiss to each of their foreheads, whispering "I love you both, so much," before laying her head to rest on Yolanda's shoulder. Her eyes drift close, and she follows her girls into sleep.

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this is the most INSANE SHIT i have ever written and i know you freaks are gonna lap it up. but it is almost 4am now and i am exhausted, i stayed up to get this done for yall so be nice and leave me lots of comments and reblogs to wake up to