The Yuri Pitt

The first time Baran sticks her hand down Trinity’s pants in a rush of limbs and gasps and rapidly shedding clothing, she slows. Her fingers push past curly hair and slide against Trinity’s clit, swollen and thick, which makes her sigh into the touch, relieving some of the tight heat of arousal. And Baran moans into Trinity’s neck as she explores the length of it, the tip, the underside. Trinity cants her hips into Baran’s hand, her fingers digging under the waistband of Baran’s pants and trying to pull them down. 

“Baran,” she whines, her head back against the pillow. Baran sucks a dark mark on her neck in response and revels in the way Trinity’s clit twitches under her. 

“Oh, fuck, azizam,” she moans, heat pooling between her legs at the thought of taking that into her mouth, and then Trinity’s hand is sliding up Baran’s stomach to palm at her chest, and she’s entirely, unfairly distracted. 

After Trinity’s made Baran cum on her fingers, Baran kisses her way eagerly down Trinity’s naked body. The need is buzzing through her, and she spreads her legs wide before Baran can push them apart. Her swollen clit stands out against the dark curls, dampened with arousal, and Baran is ravenous. 

She kisses her inner thighs, sucks light marks there, drags her tongue up the crease of her thigh and across to her clit. Both Trinity and Baran moan when her tongue slides, flat and hot, over her. Up and down the length of her. Pushing her thick clit around with a firm tongue. Then, cunt slick and shining, Baran’s tongue dips low against her entrance, nose buried in curls, then drags up to flick at the underside of her clit. Trinity’s hand shoots to Baran’s hair, a choked moan leaving her. And Baran, mercifully, wraps her lips around Trinity’s clit and sucks. 

“Feels so good, oh, baby, yes,” Trinity is gasping, looking down to watch Baran’s head bob lightly against her cunt. “Baran, ah,” she moans sharply, heat coiling, and then both hands are in Baran’s hair, holding her head against Trinity as she rolls her hips into Baran’s face. And Baran just fucking moans through it, content to take the length of Trinity’s hard clit between her soft lips. Content to let Trinity cover her face in arousal. 

When she cums, it’s loud and shaky, and Baran doesn’t stop. She wraps her arms around Trinity’s thighs and presses her face deeper, holds her down as she squirms until she’s cumming again. Quickly and harder. 

Trinity soon learns that Baran could stay between her legs for hours. 

Tonight, Baran has made Trinity cum twice in quick succession and then dragged the third one out for 20, 30, 40 minutes, teasing her with light brushes of her tongue and a hard suck before pulling back completely. Making Trinity watch when a string of arousal connected the tip of her clit to the tip of Baran’s tongue. Until Trinity had tears in her eyes, writhing under her. 

When Baran finally lets her cum, Trinity is a mess, boneless and twitching, but Baran still doesn’t move, kissing her inner thighs. 

It’s only when Trinity comes back to herself and looks down that she notices Baran has her leg bent at a right angle, her arm moving suspiciously under her. 

“Baby, are you touching yourself?” Trinity asks breathlessly. 

Baran’s dark brown eyes slide up to Trinity, lips parted, face still covered in Trinity’s slick. She looks like she’s halfway to an orgasm, and Trinity licks her lips. 

“Yes,” she says, voice hoarse as she nips at Trinity’s thighs, kisses the hair between her legs. Trinity is so sensitive she twitches away but decides she can’t leave Baran without something to wrap her swollen lips around. So, she cups Baran’s chin, coated in arousal, and slides her thumb into Baran’s waiting mouth. She moans, her eyes fluttering, and Trinity can feel her shoulder working against the back of her thigh. 

“Keep going,” Trinity whispers as Baran swirls her tongue around Trinity’s thumb like it’s her clit. Sucking and teasing and coating it in saliva. Letting it gather on her lips as she takes it deeper. Letting it sit at the back of her mouth, lips spreading across the base of Trinity’s thumb and the meat of her palm. “Fuck,” Trinity sighs as she hears the wet noise of Baran’s fingers against her clit lower down on the bed. 

Baran moans low, and Trinity pulls her thumb away, spreading Baran’s spit across her chin. 

“You are so wet,” Trinity says, and Baran fucking whines, dipping her face to the inner crease of her thigh, mouth wet and open against the hair there. “You love having your mouth on me, don’t you? Sucking my clit makes such a mess between your thighs, huh?” 

The same goes for Trinity’s nipples, which Baran has played with until they were raw and Trinity was still begging for more. Which Baran has sucked and nipped and licked until, one time, Trinity came untouched. A surprise to both of them, Trinity didn’t even have a chance to feel embarrassed before Baran was hungrily burying her face between her legs.  

Suffice it to say, Baran is excellent with her mouth, and she loves using it. Which usually gives her all the power. But in moments like these, Trinity revels in the control she has over Baran, so whiny and desperate between her legs. 

“Azizam,” Baran moans, her breath coming out uneven, hips rolling against the hand between her legs. Faintly, Trinity can feel the beginnings of arousal prickling at her again, watching Baran fuck herself on her stomach with her head resting between Trinity’s legs. 

“So desperate to cum,” Trinity drawls as Baran pants against her cunt, her moans slowly rising in pitch. Her eyes are closed, her chin dipping low between Trinity’s folds, resting against her entrance. She’s still slick. Baran’s jaw is slack, her lips brushing her cunt, breath hot on her clit. 

Trinity is in awe of Baran, who is so lost in her pussy and the feeling of resting her face against it. Her cheek and nose catching the arousal that’s starting to gather between Trinity’s legs again. Lovingly, she gathers Baran’s mop of curly hair and brushes it aside so it rests on Trinity’s thigh. 

“You look so beautiful between my legs, baby,” she says, reverent as heat coils in her. 

Baran moans loudly, and her lips catch a string of Trinity’s arousal. Her eyes flutter open, lids heavy, brown irises so fucking dark. 

“Trinity, please,” she whimpers, and Trinity’s hips twitch. Oh, fuck. It takes a lot to make Baran beg. Trinity’s breathing quickens, and she slides a hand in Baran’s hair, holding her head away from Trinity’s aching clit. “Eshgham,” Baran gasps, dissolving into a string of Farsi so needy Trinity is rolling her hips. 

“What do you want, baby?” Trinity asks, breathless. Baran licks the arousal off her lips, the string broken. 

“I wanna suck your clit, please, fuck. Please, god. I’m so close,” she whines, barely keeping her eyes open. 

“No,” Trinity says, her grip tightening in Baran’s hair, which makes her groan. Trinity wants Baran’s mouth on her so fucking badly she’s probably dripping onto the bed again. But then Trinity won’t get to see her face when she cums. 

“Please, Trin. Something. I need you,” Baran begs, and her hand isn’t moving at the speed Trinity expected for how blissed out and desperate she is. She’s dragging this out, edging herself, so close she’s probably going to cum no matter what Trinity does, but she can at least control how she sends her over the edge. 

So, Trinity offers Baran her thumb, and her tongue dives forward to meet it before her lips close around it. Trinity thought about shoving two fingers down her throat, which she likes to do when she’s fucking Baran. But that would make the moment about Trinity’s pleasure, and Baran can’t satisfy her oral fixation like that. But her thumb? That’s another clit for Baran suck, another thing she can toy with and tease, and Trinity’s throbbing as Baran does. 

“Fuck,” Trinity sighs, eyes hooded. 

Baran’s sloppy, desperate, and she’s moaning open-mouthed around Trinity’s thumb, slick with spit. 

“Cum for me, Baran,” Trinity instructs, and Baran does, loud and drawn out, her hips bucking into the mattress and thighs shaking. And Trinity presses her thumb down into Baran’s tongue, cupping her jaw firmly with the rest of her hand as Baran rides it out. “Jesus, baby,” Trinity moans as Baran slowly focuses back on sucking Trinity’s thumb, her hand still moving faintly between her legs. Cheeks flushed, temple dotted with sweat. And Trinity is fucking swollen and aching again. “Give me your fingers,” she says, feeling so fucking high on Baran as she pulls her thumb away. 

And Baran does, pulling them up, licking her lips and showing off the webs of arousal between her fingers. 

Trinity grabs her hand and directs her lower into wet heat until two of Baran’s slick-coated fingers are inside Trinity. Baran moans, and Trinity moans sharper. Then the hand still in Baran’s hair finally, finally, directs her back to Trinity’s cunt. 

Baran’s hungry, messy, adding a third finger right away. It takes no time at all to bring Trinity back to the edge. 

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Trinity collapses onto her back, breathing heavily as her orgasm fades, Baran's tongue still pressed to her clit. She prepares for the sensation to continue; Baran always loved cleaning her up, licking every last drop whilst she hummed in satisfaction.

"Wait." Yolanda settles her hand on the back of Baran's head, threading her fingers into curls. "Leave her, Baran."

Baran looks up at her from between Trinity's legs. Her chin is glistening, lips red and shining. "And why would I do that?"

Yolanda just smiles, pushes on Baran's shoulders until she falls back on the bed next to Trinity. Baran must see something she likes in her eyes because she allows herself to be manhandled easily. Yolanda reaches over them both, opens the bedside drawer and pulls out the long purple dildo that she knows is Baran's favourite.

She settles back on her knees. She brings the tip of it to Trinity's cunt, who spasms at the sensation, oversensitive.

"Yola, baby, I don't think I can take it yet."

Yolanda cooes softly, stroking her free hand over her thigh. "It's not for you, don't worry. I just think you've got all this pretty cum between your legs and it would be a shame to waste it."

In front of her she sees Baran's breath hitch. She ignores it outwardly, continuing to slide the silicone between Trinity's folds, making sure every drop is caught and spread along the shaft. Trinity takes it, whimpering softly. Inwardly Yolanda uncoils at the way Baran's eyes have become transfixed on the dildo, pupils swallowing the brown of her irises.

When she's finally satisfied, and when Trinity is at the edge of what she can take, Yolanda moves back. She steps off the bed to pull the harness on before securing the dripping strap in the ring.

Baran had watched every movement hungrily.

Yolanda settles above her, one arm holding her up and the other sliding from Baran's inner thigh, trailing slowly until it reaches her knee. She pushes, and Baran opens for her.

Yolanda kisses softly to her jaw. "You want this, baby? You want Trinity's cum inside you?"

Baran nods, eyelids heavy, reaching a hand up to hold onto Yolanda's shoulder. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

Yolanda pushes in, slowly, rolling her hips and feeling the way the other woman stretches around her. So tight at first, she has to pull on Baran's knee to bring her deeper. She bottoms out, and holds still.

Baran's head falls back against the pillow, letting out a low exhale as she's filled. Before Yolanda can move Trinity is already there, lips pressing against her exposed throat, now recovered enough from her overstimulation to be fully on board with what's happening. She lies on her side next to Baran, fingers trailing across her chest. She pulls back enough to say, "Yola's pushed me so deep inside you, baby."

Baran moans at that, fingers tightening their grip on Yolanda's shoulder.

Yolanda pulls back, tilting her hips as she does to force the pressure to drag against Baran's front wall. She pushes back in, watches the way the muscles of Baran's abdomen jerk. She does it again, and again, building a rhythm, pushing Trinity's cum deeper with every thrust.

"You're taking it so well, Baran. You want me to come inside too? Have us both fill up that pretty pussy?"

Baran only manages to answer in gasps, eyes rolling back, chest heaving as she's fucked.

Trinity's moved her attention to Baran's clit, deft fingers circling the space between them as Yolanda's hips snap forwards. "I think she does, Yola. I think she wants both of us to be dripping out of her."

Yolanda loves this, loves the way Baran tightens at the thought, making her have to thrust harder, loves the way Trinity is looking at both of them like they're the hottest thing she's ever seen. The strap is rubbing at her own clit with every movement and she can feel the heat of it spreading across her skin like flames.

"Look at you, mi amor, you just want us to breed you, don't you?" She presses in harder, Baran's gasps coming faster. "So greedy, wanting both of us."

Baran manages to form words but they're fractured, bordering on desperate. "Need you to come in me, Yola." Another grind, another moan. "Right next to Trinity. Please."

"Anything you want, baby. Both of us."

Trinity shows her agreement with this statement by kissing Baran, and Yolanda can see their tongues dancing, wet and desperate.

Yolanda holds onto Baran's thigh, using her as leverage to fuck her deeper, hard enough she knows there will be bruises in the shape of her fingers tomorrow. Her girlfriends' kiss has become sloppy, Baran barely able to keep up as Yolanda keeps going. Trinity doesn't seem to mind, mouth sliding against her throat instead, hand still moving over Baran's clit.

Yolanda can feel the pleasure uncurling within her, knows Baran can't hold on much longer either by the way her hips are jerking, involuntary and speeding up.

"I'm close, baby."

"Please, please come in me."

Yolanda grinds forwards, burying the strap inside her and burying her head into Baran's neck as she comes. Baran flies after her, spine bowing from the bed, legs wrapping around Yolanda as her hips lift to meet her. Words tumble around them, in Spanish and Farsi, and even a low oath breathed out in Tagalog next to them.

Eventually Yolanda lets her weight drop, lying on Baran's chest. They both breathe heavily, chests rising and falling in sync, Yolanda still pressed inside her.