50 – (R-18) POV: Worker Ant VIII

“And I want to try it out too,” Ari murmured, advancing on Silvana. “So here. We can share.”

Pinching the condom at the tip, Ari put the opening to her mouth and let thick, viscous white goo pour into her mouth. With how much was in the condom—how much Ari had extracted from Silvana—she barely poured a quarter before she had a decent half-mouthful.

Ari grinned and opened her mouth for Silvana to see. A tongue poked out, just barely, between a pool of white. Silvana went abruptly dizzy at the erotic sight—that it was her cum pooling in Ari’s mouth.

Ari’s grin widened. She could tell Silvana liked what she saw. Then again, maybe it was her cock that gave it away, which had sprung up from its slow softening to as rock-hard as when the encounter had started.

“Here,” Ari said, the word distorted as she gurgled it past a full mouth. She smiled predatorily at Silvana as she leaned forward. “Share.”

Silvana was briefly apprehensive, but Ari pressed her lips to Silvana’s, and she didn’t resist; she allowed the redhead to pry her mouth open.

Silvana’s own seed pooled into her mouth, Ari’s excited tongue spreading the slippery substance around. She pushed it into Silvana’s mouth while she kissed Silvana fervently, and Silvana did the same, pushing it back. They swapped the gooey substance back and forth, diluting it with saliva.

Ari pulled back, then swallowed. “It’s so good. Do you like it?”

It tasted musky, and Silvana wouldn’t say good, but Ari’s enthusiasm, at least, was melting her brain. Silvana nodded, swallowing the portion Ari had shared with her.

Ari poured the next mouthful from the condom, then captured Silvana’s lips again. They sloppily shared the substance, plenty of it dripping down their lips, and chins, and onto their chests. When they’d properly mixed it around with their saliva, Ari pulled back and swallowed, and Silvana did the same.

“I can feel it,” Ari murmured. “It’s a lot like a potion. Tingly. I wonder how much we need for the full effect?”

She poured another mouthful and repeated the process. They were definitely wasting half or more with how sloppy their kissing was, but neither of them cared. Silvana’s body was on fire. She eagerly shared her spunk with Ari, mixing it around then swallowing. She savored how much dripped from Ari’s lips and onto her breasts, coating them with a gooey sheen.

“Aw,” Ari pouted, several more exchanges later, wagging the empty, expended plastic. “We’re all out. Guess we’ll have to get more.”

“Guess … guess we will.” This woman really was a devil. Silvana could barely think straight. That had been … so insanely hot. Ari’s enthusiasm most of all.

“But,” Ari said pointedly, raising her eyebrows in faux-sterness, “we should be efficient about things. I have skill testing to do. So stay right here, okay?”

“Skill testing?”

“Stay here,” Ari repeated.

Silvana waited by the lake shore, honestly a bit miffed that Ari had left her pounding cock unsatisfied. Ari had to have known what their messy kisses had done to Silvana … Ari was usually considerate about not leaving her out to dry.

A few minutes later, Ari returned with Claire. Silvana’s eyes widened, seeing her.

Wait. Skill testing? With Claire?

… with Silvana there, too?

Ari grinned at Silvana as they approached, like she knew exactly what Claire’s presence did to Silvana’s already hammering heart. Then again, she probably did. Ari had an unusually good read on all of her Menagerie members. She’d surely went and gotten Claire specifically because she knew Silvana had a … crush? … on her.

Claire’s eyes flicked down to Silvana’s erect cock. She was flushed, already, before even arriving—probably because of Ari’s nakedness, and the thorough amount of cum coating her lips, chin, and tits. Claire knew what she’d been summoned for.

“Hi, Silvy,” Claire said, cheerfully but nervous. “You two’ve been having fun, huh?”

“Uh,” Silvana said. Be cool. “Yeah. Ari’s, um. Good at that.” Nice. Totally not a lame response. Silvana chided herself; why did this black-and-yellow-haired girl have Silvana stumbling over her words so fast? Faster even than Ari?

“Come help get our newest test subject clean, Silvy,” Ari said. Her eyes sparkled with amusement at Silvana’s floundering, and Silvana’s flush deepened.

“Test subject?” Claire asked, even as Ari’s hands went to her armor, helping peel the pieces off. Claire followed her prompting instantly, aiding in her efforts; even if she was confused, she would hardly act against Ari.

Silvana, doing as told, stepped forward and helped, too. With their three efforts, they had Claire naked in no time.

Silvana swallowed, seeing Claire’s exposed body. She was the only of the Menagerie shorter than Silvana. Big, honey-colored eyes blinked up at Silvana, as if half-confused. Was it an act? Claire knew what was about to happen. Why was she always so innocent-looking?

Why did it do so much for Silvana?

An image flashed into her head—Claire’s pelvis slapping into her mouth, thrusting an eight-inch cock into her throat with reckless abandon. The shivering of her body as she let go, emptying herself into Silvana’s stomach. She hadn’t been so innocent then, with the noises she’d been making.

“C’mon,” Ari said. “To the lake. Help scrub her off, Silvy.”

“Right.”

They went down to the water, sand squishing between their toes. Claire shivered under the two girls’ attention, their hands exploring her body as they not-so-chastely cleaned her.

“Don’t be shy,” Ari teased, guiding Silvana’s hand to Claire’s cock. Ari pumped Silvana’s hand up and down, jerking Claire off with Silvana’s hand, and Claire whined her satisfaction. “This needs cleaning too, doesn’t it?”

Why is she such an instigator?

Why was Ari doing this? To egg things on? Because she liked seeing them squirm? To indulge Silvana, seeing her obvious crush?

All of the above?

Either way, Silvana stroked Claire’s cock, ‘cleaning it off’ with eager thrusts, even after Ari’s hand withdrew. She reveled in the way Claire whined and bucked her hips. Silvana’s other hand scrubbed away at other parts of her body: nipples, stomach, thighs.

“Okay. All clean,” Ari said, patting Silvana on the shoulder, prompting her to stop—which she reluctantly did. “I guess we should explain what the goal is.”

Silvana had been wondering that. Skill testing. She assumed Ari meant more than just finding out what Claire’s ‘monster milk’ was.

Whatever the plan was, Silvana had a feeling she’d like it.