WARNING!
This story involves incredibly gratuitous sexual situations,
portrayed in an extremely graphic, lewd, and silly fashion. If you do
not wish to see people running around in total rut humping at the drop
of a panty, or if you are under the legal age in your area to be
reading smut, or if your mother is standing over your shoulder reading
this (unless she's very open minded, in which case we won't ask
questions), dump this file now!
ADDITIONAL WARNING!
Furthermore, this story takes severe liberties with the main
characters from BUBBLE GUM CRISIS, that is when we aren't ignoring the
base characters entirely. If you don't think that Sylia is a secret
nymphomaniac, or that Nene has given more head than a mannequin
factory, then this story is -not- for you, and you'd better drop it
before you decide to hunt us down and torture us with repeat
screenings of ZILLION.
YET ANOTHER WARNING!
Again, if you're not at -least- 18 years old, or if you are
underage to read or possess adult sexual material in your location,
PLEASE ERASE THIS NOW! Christ, you're living dangerously even by
reading -THIS- far, you can get in trouble, we could get in trouble,
and our mothers would be VERY dissapointed with us... so PLEASE, if
you're underage, STOP READING!
HEY! You in the Bay Area! Yeah, you with the pimples and those
Penthouses stashed beneath your mattress! Yeah, YOU! No way are you
18, now move on to the next post, that Ranma thing, it's really very
good, and more to the point WE WON'T GET PROSECUTED FOR IT!! HIT THE
ROAD!!
NOT SO MUCH A WARNING AS A PIECE OF ADVICE
Ahem. One more caveat. This is a wildly unrealistic story, and
is not for those without a sense of humor. If you think that sex is
not something to be made fun of, and the only lemon you ever read is
written by Caroline Seawright, and you get annoyed by that... go no
farther, because this is some crazy-ass shit goin' down here.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
* * * * * * *
Mackie sat at the monitor which connected to the security
cameras in the changing room, as he had many, many times before. More
often than not his vigil was cut short, but today seemed to be
Mackie's lucky day, as Sylia did not notice the active camera, undoing
the buttons on her blouse. Mackie leaned forward a little in eager
anticipation as Sylia brushed the blouse off her shoulders, leaving
her upper body contained only by the low-cut bra she wore underneath.
The tightness in Mackie's jeans increased noticeably as Sylia reached
behind her back, on the verge of giving her brother a major eyeful.
That was when she looked directly at the camera and, as such,
directly at Mackie. Damn, caught in the act again. Mackie sighed,
waiting for his sister to throw something over the camera.
But this didn't happen. In fact she turned to face the camera
fully, eyes half-closed and with a look on her face that could only be
described as hungry. She released the clasp holding the bra in place
and slowly, temptingly, slid it off of her soft, beautiful breasts,
showing him just how erect her nipples really were.
Mackie just stared, frozen in place, as Sylia cupped and
massaged a breast with one hand and started to slowly pull down the
zipper on her skirt with the other. He thought he heard a moaning
noise coming through the audio pickups as his sister licked her lips
and her right hand disappeared into her panties. By this time a solid
steel rod struggled to escape from his pants, but he was so focused on
Sylia that he was quite unable to do anything about it.
Then something very strange happened. Sylia started walking
towards the camera and, at the point when her body should have blocked
the lens, she suddenly *melted through the screen*, and Mackie
suddenly found himself staring up at his half-naked elder sister.
"Mackie..." she said in a voice husky with desire as she
slowly sank to her knees, her right hand tracking slowly from his
shoulder down to the small tent in his jeans, sending small electrical
shocks down his spine with each touch and also diverting more and more
blood to his crotch. She closed her fingers around the zipper of his
jeans and pulled down, and the grateful monster sprang free from its
prison, rearing up to its full seven-inch height. It twitched as her
cool hand wrapped around its burning skin, and Mackie heard himself
whimper at the sensation. Licking her lips once more, she opened her
mouth wider and lowered her head toward his groin.
A warm wetness engulfed the upper half of his cock and sent
spasms rocketing through his entire body. Under that kind of pressure
he didn't stand a chance, and the sensation very quickly crescendoed
into a golden explosion--
"GUH!" Mackie abruptly snapped awake, every muscle in his
pelvis spasming uncontrollably. Unable to move or control it, he
could only wait for the orgasm to run its course. After a full 30
seconds, the explosive shooting finally slowed down to a trickle, and
then ceased altogether.
"Damn it..." Mackie groaned as he crawled out of the bed,
feeling the sweat soaking his body and all too aware of the sticky
mess his pajama bottoms had become. "Not again. That's the fourth
night in a row..." He slipped out of the pajamas, wiping himself off
as best he could, and headed for the bathroom.
*what the hell is happening to me?*
Two Sick Otaku Present
BUBBLE GUM CLIMAX: Raging Fires
Plot coordination by Lawrence Mann
Choreography and gymnastic training by Kris Overstreet
Original character designs by Ken'ichi Sonoda
Based on 'Bubble Gum Crisis', characters (c) AIC
Not for profit. This is meaningless drivel. Please don't sue.
(and now that you've lost the mood again, here's Larry Mann
with the foreword.)
* * * * * * *
The original idea for this thing came to me a while back, not
long after reading BGC: Grand Mal. (Say what you will about Adam
Warren but I still wish I could draw as good as he does.) I got to
thinking about his take on the BGC cybertech and, because my mind is
very skilled at entering the sewer at the slightest provocation, I got
to thinking about what might happen when an 'enhanced' person starts
to come of age.
I didn't write anything down at the time, mainly because I had
other things to do, and the idea finally settled quietly into the rear
corner of my brain. It might have ended right there.
Then I mentioned it to Kris Overstreet.
The next thing I knew, the entire latter half of the story had
been completed for me, and we had agreed that I would put the first
half together. So, I finally wrote the first half out, and the end
result lies before you now. It's not the first piece of erotica I've
ever written, to be sure, but it *is* the first one that's ever been
posted.
That having been said, enjoy. :)
-- Larry Mann
* * * * * * * *
Act I
Priss Asagiri had had better days. Just about any day which
did not include getting shot up by a Bu-20c autocannon qualified as
better than this one. Her suit was down in the workshop doing a good
impression of a swiss cheese, and although the armor had protected her
from serious injury, she was going to be one big bruise come morning.
As such, she eased herself down into her meeting room chair wearing
only a loose tank top and a pair of panties; that was about all she
could wear without getting some kind of complaint from her ravaged
body. What she really wanted to do was soak in a hot bath, but that
would have to wait.
The other Sabers filed in, still in their softsuits and
looking ready to get out of them at the earliest opportunity. Provided
they could stay awake; Nene looked like she was ready to keel over
right then and there, and Linna wasn't doing much better. Sylia, of
course, remained entirely businesslike; Priss wondered, for the nth
time, if she was even capable of strong emotion. A minute later,
Mackie joined them as well. He looked a little edgy, and already
seemed to be stealing glances in Priss's general direction; Priss
contemplated trying to pound him, but knew her body would be very
unhappy with her if she tried.
"Well, that could have gone better," Sylia stated as she sat
down. "Though I suppose I should have expected this, given our
opposition."
"I'd really love to know how that many Boomers can go crazy in
one night," Linna wheezed.
"Mmf," Nene mumbled, her head buried in her arms, the sum of
her willpower directed towards staying awake.
"As would I," Sylia nodded. "I'll be looking into that soon
enough, but first I need a damage assessment. Mackie?"
"Um... well, just some minor armor damage on Nene's suit..."
Mackie said distractedly, glancing at each of them in turn and trying
to maintain eye contact. This was easy enough with Nene. The others,
though, were sitting upright, and those suits offered a good show
of cleavage. Worse, Priss's current attire left even less to Mackie's
addled imagination, which was going to town and starting to drag
the rest of him along: "Linna's, um, internals need a once-over, and
Priss needs a full-body massage--"
"*What*??" Priss snapped.
"Uh, ehrm, that is..." Mackie fumbled, realizing what had just
slipped out. He could feel the eyes of all four Sabers locking onto
him.
Forgetting for a moment her lack of concealing attire, Priss got
to her feet and planted her hands firmly on the table, leaning forward
and glaring at Mackie. "Come on, I heard what you said, you lech."
"Uhm..." Mackie started turning red, as his senses forced him
to take note of the fact that her tank top had fallen forward, providing
him with an almost-complete view of her chest. His senses also began
to note the way the fabric of her panties hugged her tightly, keeping
only one thing hidden from view, a thing he'd very much like to--
"err, excusemeasecond--!" he stammered and dashed out of the
room before something thoroughly embarassing happened. Linna and Nene
stared after him.
"Pervert," Priss snorted, collapsing back into her seat and
immediately regretting it for the pain it caused in her back and rear.
Sylia rolled her eyes. "Evidently that damage assessment will
have to wait."
Businesswise, it was a fairly average day for the Silky Doll.
A handful of customers browsed through the shop, either looking through
the wide variety of underclothes or in the changing rooms trying some
of them out.
The security camera installed in the latter location was meant
to prevent shoplifting. Of course, when Mackie was working the cash
register more or less unsupervised, as was the case today, it would
usually become a useful device for voyeurism. Not so today, however.
In fact the monitor for that camera was turned off completely, and
Mackie was fighting down the urge to turn it back on again. He knew
it was a shoplifting risk, but he also knew what would happen if he
chanced to observe some attractive customer taking her clothes off.
The dreams had become a nightly occurrence, sometimes more than
once each night, and now the effects were bleeding over into daytime.
Chance observation of someone changing their clothes would cause
his brain to lock up and the blood to rush to his crotch, and he
would have to fight very hard to keep from just whipping it out
and beating off right then and there. That, to hugely understate,
would be very bad.
Unfortunately, just turning the monitors off was beginning to
prove ineffective. Now, all it took was a simple glance at a female
customer holding up a teddy or other garment for examination, and in
an eyeblink he had either undressed the woman in his mind or, more
often, pictured one of the Knight Sabers. It seemed like everyone he
saw was starting to look a bit like Priss, or Linna or Nene, or his
sister...
He turned his head toward the street outside, trying to clear
those thoughts from his brain. He was rewarded with the sight of a
dark-haired, athletic woman standing at the lamppost outside, casually
licking an ice cream cone. His mind promptly locked on the woman's
tongue as it worked the frozen confection over, running along the
sides catching the white creamy runoff...
Mackie's mind quickly substituted his cock in place of the ice
cream cone, and the woman licked and sucked sensuously at the head,
smacking her lips at the taste of precum leaking from it. Linna bent
her head down, taking Mackie in deeper, and began to suck gently at him,
licking away traces of the fluid which threatened to charge up his
length and overflow her pouting mouth, sending streamers of hot spunk
down her--
"Excuse me?"
The sound jolted him back to the present, just barely. Why had
he been thinking of Linna? <No, don't go back there,> he thought. He
turned around, and was greeted with the sight of a young girl,
probably a little younger than he was.
""Um..." she said, looking slightly embarassed. "Can you tell
me how much these cost?" She held up a pair of positively tiny
panties with -- at this range it was impossible to miss --
transparent fabric.
"Sir?" Nene's face stared up at him. "Sir, how much? I need
these really badly, I've lost my own..." Nene lifted her skirt,
revealing a red thatch of hair above a beautiful pussy, moist with her
excitement, "See?" Mackie leaned forward to get a closer look...
Sylia heard what sounded like someone running at high speed,
followed by a slamming door. <What in the world?> she thought to
herself as she left her office and hurried down to the store. She
found herself looking at an unoccupied cash register, and at a
very confused young girl who stared right back at her. The other
customers in the shop seemed to be looking in her direction as well.
"Something the matter?" she asked the girl.
"Um, I dunno," the girl said. "The guy who was here just
took off all of a sudden."
Sylia arched an eyebrow, glancing behind her towards the
stairs. "Need to have a talk with that boy," she sighed mostly to
herself.
"Is he all right?" the girl asked.
"Yes, he's fine," Sylia lied. Mackie was definitely not all
right. "May I help you?"
Having dealt with the last customers' purchases and cleared
them out, Sylia closed up the shop for the evening, turning off the
lights and arming the security system. Many things had been on her
mind all day, but chief among them was Mackie's earlier behavior. He
hadn't been acting at all like himself for the past few days. He'd
started actively avoiding her and the rest of the Sabers when
possible, and finding distractions when he couldn't. Cameras weren't
being used as spying devices, and he wasn't trying to look down her
shirt -- or down anybody else's shirt for that matter. In short,
something had ended all his usual, and by and large annoying, habits.
In another time and place this might have been cause for
celebration. Indeed, the other Sabers seemed to be enjoying their
newfound privacy. Sylia, however, was not. The change in attitude
was too sudden; something was wrong with him, and she had to find
out what it was.
As she marched up to the living quarters, a sound reached
her ears... the sound of someone moaning; rather loudly too. She
followed the sound, and shortly determined that yes, it was coming
from Mackie's room, and it was definitely Mackie making that noise.
"Mackie?" she said, knocking at the door. The moaning
continued. "Mackie!" she repeated, knocking more firmly. Again,
no response. <The hell with this,> she thought, and pushed the door
open.
The sight of Mackie, totally naked and beating off like there
was no tomorrow, stopped Sylia in her tracks. His eyes gazed defocused
at the ceiling as his incoherent moans filled the room.... at least,
they were incoherent for about two seconds, and then they stopped and
his eyes focused on Sylia.
Suddenly Mackie howled and leaped from the bed, plowing
violently into Sylia and knocking her to the floor, clawing at her and
snarling like some crazed animal. "Mackie!! What are you DOING?!"
Sylia hollered as she tried to shove him off of her, but he kept her
firmly pinned to the floor. The sound of ripping fabric filled the
air as his hands locked onto her bustier and tore it down the front,
while he forced her legs open and his erection tried to force its way
past her panties.
"MACKIE!! STOP IT!!!" Sylia shrieked, but knew even as she
said it that communicating with him was useless. There was only one
choice: curling her right hand into a fist, she hauled off and decked
him across the chin, hard. The blow knocked him away, and he sprawled
on the floor on his back, unconscious.
Sylia scrambled to her feet and shifted into a combat stance
as Mackie began to move and groan again. It quickly became clear he
wasn't getting up again; instead, he had lapsed into a very vivid
dream state, if the way he was groaning and thrusting his pelvis up
into the empty air was any indication. Then suddenly, every muscle in
his body seemed to contract, and what could only be described as a
geyser of semen exploded from his cock, spraying the wall and floor.
Sylia just stared, and it took her a moment to realize that he
hadn't awakened. He continued to moan and writhe on the floor after
the spurting stopped, still thrusting with the same frantic fervor
as before.
<Oh hell...> Sylia thought, and cursed herself for not noticing
the signs before. She knew now what was happening... and she knew that
she would have to act quickly if she was going to save her brother's
life.
Hopefully it wasn't already too late.
Act 2
Sylia rushed into the computer room and loaded a tape into
the computer multimedia player. That tape contained the mental
impressions of Mackie's dreams through the previous night, along with
a running byplay of his physiological reactions. She knew what was
happening to Mackie, and she knew she had to do something about it.
Several years back, when she had been around Mackie's age,
Sylia had suffered something similar to what Mackie was enduring now,
coinciding with her own coming of age. She too had suffered from a
period of severe lust. She had been fortunate enough never to suffer
a complete loss of control, though there had been a few close calls.
All her observations at the time had led her to conclude that it was
an unexpected side effect of what their father had done to them. He
had never considered or planned for this, as far as she could tell.
The neurophages which had rebuilt her brain and body, cell by
cell, had been affected by the large influx of new hormones which her
body began to produce as she entered puberty. Because they relied on
subtle endocrine cues and their own hormonal production to perform
their work correctly, they had been ill-prepared to interact with this
massive onslaught of hormone production from their host.
But like all of Dr. Stingray's scientific triumphs, they had
tried to interpret and integrate the new information into their
programming as best they could. And the resulting acceleration in
Sylia's enhancement had not been without its beneficial effects; Sylia
was fairly certain her chest -- not to mention the rest of her figure
-- would not otherwise have developed as fully as it had. That had
been welcome.
The insatiable sex drive that had also surfaceddue to the the
hyperactive 'phages, however, had *not* been welcome. She had been
able to figure out that the neurophages were to blame, and had also
determined the best means to respond to and overcome it: there had
been several young men -- and a few women -- who had been all too
happy to help her act out the innermost sexual desires which the
little machines were acting on. Sylia blushed a little at the memory
of those wild times. That acting out, plus some minor chemical
'assistance,' had successfully rebalanced her hormonal levels and
corrected the erratic behavior of her neurophages, and after that she
had proceeded into adulthood without any further incident.
Mackie had not had most of the luxuries Sylia had. He of
course did not inherit all his father's knowledge and so could not
know the nuances of what was happening to him. And even if he could
have known, he suffered from a lack of willing sexual partners. Given
that he most often fantasized about Sylia -- and likely about the
other Sabers too -- he would have internalized his own fantasies since
they could not be acted out. And to make matters worse, his sex drive
was probably twice as powerful as Sylia's had been, pushing him down
that road at a much faster rate. And before any action could be
taken, before even Sylia could realize that it was his turn, he had
lost voluntary control of himself as the cybernetics entered a
hormonally-induced rampancy. This was not good at all.
Mackie could no longer help himself, so it was up to Sylia to
help him - ence this datacartridge. With any luck, there would be
enough information, and fantasies, here to craft a workable solution.
Sitting down in front of two monitors (one for visual data and the
other echoing the data of the sensor net), she hit the PLAY button.
The video screen fluttered in vague black and white patterns
for a few seconds before fading into a brightly lit domestic scene;
the living room above the Silky Doll, looking uncommonly bright and
welcoming. The 'camera'- presumably Mackie's point of view- tracked
the room from the perspective of the hallway to their bedrooms,
wandering nonchalantly into the living room, pausing to straighten a
portrait of Sylia and Mackie with their father. Sylia nodded in
approval as the second monitor registered the tactile sensations in
detail, down to the thin layer of dust atop the old, varnished wood
frame.
Mackie's eyes tracked into the dining area, where Sylia sat,
as usual on work mornings, at the table with coffee and a hardcopy of
the morning's newspaper. This time, though, things were a little
different: Mackie made his usual glance at Sylia's cleavage, and
promptly discovered that the nightgown she was wearing was completely
transparent, showing off her nipples quite visibly. The viewpoint
zoomed in almost to microscopic level on one nipple, then the other,
the darker pink showing through easily through the sheer cotton
garment..
"Oh, good morning, Mackie," the Sylia on the screen purred.
Reaching over to the fruitbowl in the middle of the table, she
selected a banana from it and began peeling it. "I was just thinking
about you."
"...You were?" Mackie's voice muttered. The readout screen
showed a rapid increase in pulse, corresponding to a simulated
bloodflow to his crotch.
"Certainly." Sylia finished peeling the banana and raised it
to her lips, licking the tip sensuously. "Mmmm," she moaned, "tasty."
She took the tip in her mouth and began sucking on it, slowly moving
the fruit in and out of her mouth. The viewpoint fixated on Sylia's
lips around the banana, zooming in close enough to see the tiny skim
of saliva on the fruit as it moved in and out of her mouth. The
readouts showed increased bloodflow to his manhood, raising it to
prominence.
Sylia looked down at the bulge in Mackie's pajamas. She
withdrew the banana and smiled, "Please, dear brother. Make yourself
comfortable." Then she returned to sucking the banana, closing her
eyes as she moaned around it.
The view shifted as Mackie slipped out of his pajamas, his
eyes never leaving Sylia as he pulled the closest chair up and sat,
just staring in rapt fascination.
Sylia smiled as she saw Mackie's prick. "Oh, Mackie," she
said, "I'll bet you know what I was imagining, hm?" She leaned forward
and grasped another banana as she said, "I was pretending that that
banana was your beautiful cock, dear brother. That I was sucking your
big, beautiful dick." She stood and pushed her chair away from the
table, dropping her panties to the floor as she did so. "And do you
know what I intend to do with this banana?" She smiled as she licked
it, up one side and down the other. "I'm going to pretend that it's
that wonderful slab of meat of yours... fucking my tight little cunt!"
Slowly she brought the banana down to her wet, swollen pussy and
gently guided the tip between her labia.
"Mmmm... can you feel it, Mackie?" she moaned. "It's hot and
tight, isn't it? And you're so thick... mmm..." Slowly she slid more
of the banana into herself, until she was grasping it only by the
stem. "Ooooh, yes, Mackie... can you feel me around you? Can you?"
Mackie said nothing; the readouts indicated a very dry throat,
preventing him from speaking. He merely sat slack-jawed, and very
definitely rock-hard, and watched raptly as his sister played with the
banana.
"Oh, yes, Mackie," Sylia moaned, as she pumped the banana in
and out of her snatch. "Do you like to watch me jack off? Hmm?" She
smiled as she pumped the banana faster. "Hmmm... jack off with me,
Mackie.. I want to watch you beat your meat... I want your cum all
over me... hmmmm..." Her body rocked in the chair as the banana pumped
faster and faster in and out of her pussy.
Mackie obediently wrapped his hand around his cock and began
to stroke its length, in time with Sylia's thrusting of the banana.
"ohh, sis..." he moaned as his meat grew thicker and hotter with each
passing moment.
"Oh, yeah," Sylia moaned. "Stroke your dick. Oh, yeah. Imagine
it's my pussy stroking you. MMM.... Feel my pussy walls rippling
around you, Mackie? That means I'm about to come. You're going to make
me cum so haaard... mmmmm.... ooohh..." The banana moved faster and
faster in and out of Sylia, glistening with her honey.
"oh, god, sis..." Mackie groaned, stroking harder and feeling
his balls starting to tighten. "It's so good... you're gonna make me
cum real hard too... ohh man..."
"Oh, YES!" Sylia moaned, her entire body bucking as she began
to come. "Oh, Mackie, I'm coming! OOOOOH! YEAH, so good!" She pumped
the banana frantically as she screeched, "I'm so hot! Oh, Mackie, hose
me down! Blow your wad all over me! COME! OOOHH!!!"
"Unngh!" Mackie grunted loudly. "OH SIS! AAAH!!" He arched
his back, rising up out of the chair, and a geyser of come spewed
upward. Sylia howled with ecstasy as her body was quickly coated in
jism.
And then the screens blacked out, leaving only a silent,
emotionless message: <DREAM TERMINATED>.
A few seconds of blank tape followed, and then the next
segment arrived. This one began almost identically as the first;
Sylia sat at the table, reading a paper, wearing virtually nothing.
This time, however, when she looked up, she smiled and said, "Good
morning, Mackie... it's time for your breakfast!" With that, she
pushed her chair back and spread her legs, revealing her bare, ripe
pussy.
"Mm, looks great, sis!" Mackie grinned. "I'm really hungry
today!" So saying, he knelt down in front of Sylia and promptly dove
in.
"Oh, yeah.... eat me," Sylia moaned, feeling up her breasts.
"Lick me deep... you know how I like it, lover." Mackie obligingly
shoved his face tightly against Sylia's crotch, sending his tongue
probing deep into Sylia's heated canal.
"Oh, YES," Sylia moaned, "so good..." Her hot cunt flowed
thickly with natural lube, and Mackie lapped it up happily and
hungrily, sending Sylia to moaning louder. "OOOooohhh... oh, Mackie...
yeah, lick me... suck me... oooh..."
Mackie's tongue flailed wildly within Sylia's depths,
seemingly caressing every sweet spot at the same time. Meanwhile he
began nuzzling Sylia's engorged clit, just to add to the excitement.
"OH, YES!!" Sylia screamed, and the walls of her vagina
clamped down onto Mackie's tongue. A flood of cum poured down her
channel and into his waiting lips, where he licked up all he could,
the overflow running over the corners of his mouth.
"Oh! Ohh, yes, oh yes," Sylia moaned, coming off her high.
"Now then," she said, pushing Mackie's face away, "is my breakfast
ready?"
"You bet," Mackie grinned, wiping the remaining juices from
his face and standing up. His own clothes had already vanished, and
his erection stood proudly before Sylia.
"Hmmm, yes," Sylia grinned, kneeling before him, "thick
stuffed sausage! My favorite..." Slowly, she licked the tip of
Mackie's throbbing member, teasing his piss-slit. Slowly, she leaned
forward, taking the head between her lips and beginning to suck on it.
"Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned, smiling as she held him in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, sis..." Mackie moaned, gently running his hands
through her hair. "You do that so well..."
"Hmmm..." Sylia smiled. Slowly, she began taking more of him
into her mouth. Inch after inch descended into her mouth, slowly
sliding down her throat, until her nose was nestled in Mackie's dark
pubic thatch. Slowly she rocked back and forth, face-fucking him.
"mmmm... oh yeah, sis..." Mackie sighed. "Oh, suck it...
feels so good..." The readouts showed a concurrent jump in sperm
production, as the dream-Sylia's sucking worked over his dick,
bringing him close to another orgasm.
Slowly, Sylia slid back and off Mackie's dick, sucking it as
it slipped from her lips. The tip came out with a loud smack, and
Sylia stroked it gently as she said, "Mackie... my pussy's hungry
too... stick it in me!"
Mackie sat down in the chair Sylia had occupied, his prick
jutting straight upward. "Have a seat, sis," he grinned.
Sylia stood up and crouched over Mackie's member. The tip slid
up between her labia, and with a little adjustment she guided it into
the hole. "Mmmm... yes!" she moaned, pressing down and back on it, as
inch after inch parted her folds, stretched her wide. "Sooo big... oh,
yeah, fuck me, Mackie! FUCK ME!"
Needing no further encouragement, Mackie began to thrust
upwards, driving himself deeper into Sylia's depths. "Oh yeah, sis,
it's so tight and hot. This is great!"
"Oh, Mackie!" Sylia moaned. Her hands rose up to rub her
breasts as she pushed herself up and down in time with Mackie's
thrusts. "Oh, shit! So good!" Her thrusts sped up, up and down, as she
drove towards her climax.
The friction sent electrical shocks up and down Mackie's spine
as he sped up his own thrusting to keep time with Sylia. With each
second, the building tightness grew even more intense. "Oh, god, sis,
it's so hot... gonna come... gonna come hard..."
"Yes!" Sylia gasped, pumping frantically. Suddenly, she
screeched, "OOOHHHH!!!" and her pussy clamped down hard onto Mackie's
prod. "COME! COME WITH ME!!!"
As if on cue, Mackie suddenly crescendoed upward and latched
onto Sylia tightly as he thrust himself deep inside her. "OH GOD SIS
I'M COMIIIINNNGG--"
<DREAM TERMINATED.>
The next scene, Sylia noted, took place in the ready-room, where
Sylia was standing, sipping a cup of tea, in a severely damaged
softsuit, complete with revealing cuts and slashes. However, the Sylia
on the screen apparently had not been scratched by whatever had made
the holes. Shrugging, Sylia settled back to see what Mackie was doing.
Mackie emerged from his hiding place in the shadows. Unseen,
and with a predator's silence, he crept closer, his hands reaching out
toward her. Just as Sylia seemed to be on the point of noticing, he
sprang forward and latched onto her from behind.
"Who?" Sylia tried to break free, but for some reason she
couldn't break Mackie's hug. She looked behind her, finally recognizing
her captor. "Mackie!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"
Mackie chuckled darkly. "Standing there, dressed like that;
I guess you just want it pretty bad." One of his hands found its way
to her bosom, while the other began to hurry south for the winter.
"Mackie!" Sylia squealed in protest as his hand began roughly
handling her breast, while the other went straight to her crotch,
rubbing her slit through the fabric of the softsuit. "...oh, Mackie, I
shouldn't... can't..." Her protests faded as her nipples began to
harden, her vagina moisten. She flushed visibly as she realized that
no matter what her mind wanted, her body wanted Mackie.
"But you will," Mackie growled in her ear, his hands
continuing their work as he pressed the hard lump in his pants up
against Sylia's rear. "This is what you really want."
Sylia whimpered, still struggling feebly against Mackie's
advances. She couldn't give in to her urges... no matter how much she
wanted to...
"Come on, dear sister," Mackie purred, hooking a finger into
one of the rends on Sylia's softsuit and pulling, making the rip even
larger. "You know you want it."
Sylia could no longer speak, just shake her head as Mackie's
remaining hand kept rubbing her slit, pressing hard against the fabric.
Through a rend in the inner thigh of one suit leg, a tiny trickle of
clear liquid appeared.
"Enough games," Mackie snapped, and with lightning speed got a
grip on one of the rends in the back of Sylia's suit, yanking hard.
The fabric shredded apart, leaving her rear totally exposed. In the
next instant Mackie had freed his member from its own cloth prison,
and without further ado, plunged in.
"OH, MACKIE!" Sylia screamed, as Mackie's member plunged deeply
into her body. "Oh, yes, Mackie! I've always wished... uh! uh! Yeah!
You're so good! So good!" Sylia began to thrust back in time with
Mackie's savage thrusts, forcing his prick in deeper and deeper as she
reached up to maul her tits.
"That's right, dear sister," Mackie growled as he pounded into
her harder and faster. "You want it bad, don't you? Admit it!"
"YeSSSS!!" Sylia hissed, squirming on Mackie's prod. "Ream me!
Tear me in two! I want it ALL! UH! HARDER! YEAH!!" Sylia shook, and
the trickle running down her legs grew thicker as she came.
"Yeah, come for me, baby!" Mackie shouted as he redoubled his
efforts, pistoning into her with inhuman speed. "You want me bad!!"
Sylia squealed and moaned loudly as she met Mackie stroke for
stroke. She reached around and grabbed Mackie's ass, shoving him as
deep as she possibly could. Her head rocked and bobbed as she gasped,
"Mackie! Gonna cum again! OOOOOH!!!"
Mackie started to tighten up, encouraged by the incredible
slickness of Sylia's cunt. "Oh yeah, gonna come. You want that too,
don't you?"
"UUUUUHH!" Sylia moaned as more of her cum slid down her legs,
coating Mackie's dick. "AAAAH! MORE! GODS! I FEEL SO GOOOD!!! OOOOH
GOOOOOOD!!!"
The waterfall of lubricant drove Mackie closer to the edge,
and as he reached the peak he shoved himself deep into Sylia with
all the force he could muster and cried out "OH YEAH!!!" as his
cock exploded.
"GAAAH! YESSS!" Sylia screamed as she came yet again. Her
pussy contracted like a vise, and Mackie's cock slid out, spurting
semen all over her. Sylia smiled with rapture--
--and then the message <DREAM TERMINATED> flashed.
Sylia paused the playback and sat back in her chair,
contemplating the three images she'd seen so far. The first one was a
fairly standard fantasy, she decided, a nice little item which had at
least a snowball's chance in hell of actually happening. The second,
she reasoned, was a replay of the first, when Mackie's imagination got
up the courage to follow through with the original fantasy.
The third... Sylia felt disturbed by the third. Had it not
been for the fantasy-Sylia's enthusiasm, it would have been an
unqualified rape. As it was, it was a fairly standard, albeit
distasteful, replay of an all too common young male misconception that
once a girl's getting fucked, she'll change her mind and want more.
That wasn't disturbing; the disturbing thing was that her mind
kept returning uncontrollably to the scene, except with the roles
reversed. Something which, she knew, might just have to happen.
She loosened her clothing a bit to try and get rid of the
building heat in her body; she didn't need her mind drifting right
now. Back to work.
The next section of the recording began playing. Sylia could
hear dance music playing in the background as Mackie made his way up a
stairwell and opened a door into an exercise room. It looked quite a
bit like the place where Linna worked out, and this hypothesis was
quickly proven correct as Linna appeared in Mackie's field of view,
dressed in a thin, tight red leotard and doing some warmup exercises.
"Oh great, you're here!" she smiled as he walked in.
"Wouldn't miss it," Sylia heard Mackie say.
"Great," Linna smiled, doing a few more stretches. "You like
to watch, don't you? I like it when people watch me."
Now Sylia found a greater measure of concern creeping into her
thoughts. Just dealing with this privately and in secret had now
become less of an option, because the other Sabers were definitely
objects of his desire. This could complicate things...
"You know, Mackie," Linna went on. "Being nice and limber is
good for other things besides fighting Boomers. You can do things
like this, too." She leaned against the rail and, balancing on one
leg, raised her other leg high in a vertical split. The crotch of her
leotard was not particularly successful in concealing what it was
supposed to conceal, dark hairs peeking out from behind the fabric,
which itself seemed rather threadbare, almost transparent. "You like
that? Takes a lotta practice to do something like that; you have to
work out *all the time*."
Linna dropped her leg and picked up a chest-expander and began
stretching and releasing it, springs uncoiling, leotard tightning. "Of
course, when you work out as hard as I do..." Stretch. "These nice,
tight leotards..." Stretch. "Can give out on a body." Her next, and
strongest, stretch was punctuated by a loud *RIP* as the front of her
leotard split open.
"Oops. Hate when that happens. Usually," she added with a
wink, doing a few more stretches. The fabric promptly fell away and
allowed her firm, shapely breasts to bounce free. "Nice, huh?" she
said, dropping the expander and cupping them in her hands. "Anything
else you'd like to see?"
"How 'bout that nice tight rear of yours?" Mackie asked.
According to the instrumentation, he was grinning.
"Sure!" Linna giggled and turned around, bending over to touch
her toes and offering an excellent view of her firm, perfectly-toned
behind. "How's this?"
"Nice," Mackie said.
Sylia found herself agreeing and quickly shook her head. She
had to remain impartial, objective...
Linna had started doing some more toe-touching exercises when
suddenly another loud ripping sound cut through the room, and the seat
of her leotard split open, making Mackie's excellent view of her ass
even more excellent.
"Oh, pooh," she complained half-heartedly, standing back up
and turning around, hands on hips. "I can't work out in cheap crap
like this now, can I?" Without another word, she got a firm grip on
the two loose flaps of fabric which had been created by the first rend
in her clothes, and pulled. The sound of shredding leotard filled the
room -- and caused an involuntary shiver in Sylia -- as Linna ripped
the flimsy outfit away, casting the tattered remains aside, leaving
her in her birthday suit.
"Man..." Linna sighed, as though that had taken all the life
out of her. "You get so hot, stuck in those tight workout suits.
Feels so good to just let it all hang out..." So saying, she plopped
down on the floor and spread her legs wide open. Her glistening,
aroused sex was easily spotted.
"Like what you see?" Linna purred, tracing the length of her
labia with a finger. "It likes you. I'll bet you'd just like to give
it a kiss. Here, let me do it for you."
She proceeded to double over and, in the ultimate expression
of human flexibility, do just that. Sylia just stared in frozen
fascination as Linna gave herself a good licking, and she couldn't
help but wonder if the real Linna could do something like that.
"Mmmm..." Linna licked her lips as she uncurled. "Never knew I
could do that, did you?" Sylia felt as though she were actually
talking to her, even though this wasn't true. "Come here, let me show
you what else I can do."
Sylia unconsciously shifted closer to the monitor as the view
shifted and Mackie drew closer to Linna, sitting right next to her.
The parts of his body that were visible indicated that his clothing
had disappeared at some point.
"Ooh, who's your little friend?" Linna asked coyly, reaching
down to the erect slab of love muscle between Mackie's legs which was
anything but little. It twitched as she touched it with her hand, and
the sensor net reported a small electrical jolt up Mackie's spine,
though Sylia was too distracted to note that.
"It likes me, doesn't it? You think they'd like each other?"
Linna purred, obviously referring to *her* sopping wet little friend.
Before he had any time to answer Linna had levered herself up, and as
she sat in his lap his manhood slipped effortlessly into Linna's slick
tunnel. "Oh yeah..." she cooed softly. "They like each other a lot."
Since the visual consisted mostly of Linna's face now, the
sensor net became a more important register of data, and it indicated
that Linna had now encircled Mackie with her arms, and done the same
with her legs, holding them together and keeping his tool firmly
embedded in its soft prison. "You know," she husked in a
half-whisper. "When you're as athletic as I am, you can control every
single muscle in your body. And you know what that means?"
"No... what...?" It was Mackie who had asked the question,
but Sylia had asked as well.
"It means that I can make you feel something you've never felt
before."
Again, what happened next was not visible onscreen, but the
sensor nets spelled it out well enough: Linna locked her arms and legs
tightly around Mackie, driving him deep into her nether reaches. And
then his rod was suddenly seized in a hot, fleshy vise as every single
muscle in Linna's athletic cunt clamped down on it like there was no
tomorrow. Then Linna brought her face close, and whispered hungrily
against his lips.
"Come."
That was apparently all the encouragement he needed, for the
readings all abruptly crescendoed and spiked off the scales, and then
the monitors went black with the same <DREAM TERMINATED> message.
Sylia didn't have time to think too deeply about what she'd
just seen, for another dream immediately rolled in for analysis. Though
'analysis' was becoming a less appropriate word as Sylia spent more
time just sitting there and watching the neurophage-enhanced
innermost fantasies of her brother play themselves out before her
eyes. She'd always known he had a powerful sex drive, but who would
have known he had this kind of raw passion backing it up? It reminded
her of her own private lusts, which nowadays were kept so tightly
bottled up, and now were interested in getting out again...
This scene was a brighter one, with pleasant light pouring in
through many open windows of a room Mackie had apparently just walked
into. The small body and fiery red hair of the other person were
easily recognizable, even before she turned around. In this fantasy,
Nene started out wearing nothing, and the sensor net reported an
increase in Mackie's arousal as Nene walked up to him, allowing him
to caress her cheek with one hand, and her breast with the other.
Still with that cheerful yet hungry expression, she sank to
her knees, and Mackie's view followed her as her hands tracked softly
down the sides of his body, until they came to rest on his fully erect
member. Making a small sound of approval, Nene began to run her lips
along the length of his shaft, kissing it from head to root, slowly
moistening it as her tongue darted out to trace its length, or tickle
the head with a few small flicks. Now and again, she would open her
mouth and capture the cockhead between her lips for a moment or two,
suckling on it quietly, occasionally drawing it deeper into her mouth
for a moment before releasing it again and returning to her tiny
licks and kisses.
Sylia was, by now, far too distracted to observe what the
sensor net was telling her. Her eyes were locked on the sight of Nene
fellating Mackie, her breath catching everytime the head of her
brother's manhood disappeared between Nene's succulent lips for that
one intense moment, and she was becoming increasingly aware of the
growing fire in her loins.
God, how long had it been since *she'd* had something like
this...?
The monitors reported an increase in tension as Nene rested
her hands on her knees and let her mouth do all the work as she
continued to suck and tongue Mackie, in no hurry to finish her work.
The moaning sounds from Mackie indicated that he wouldn't be able
to hold back much longer under this kind of ministration, and indeed
his erection seemed to be swelling up even more. Nene paid no heed
to this development, continuing to kiss and suckle him quietly.
She had just released the head from her mouth and was tracing
the length of his cock again when the spike finally hit. The head
got larger and a solid stream of come began spewing out in an unceasing,
high speed jet. Nene seemed to pay it no mind other than closing her
eyes, continuing to kiss gently as her face and hair were quickly
drenched in a thick layer of jism which showed no signs of slowing down
and began to coat her body as well.
Then she pulled back just a bit and opened her mouth to admit
the salty white stream, letting it fill her mouth halfway before she
leaned forward once more, capturing the spurting beast in her mouth,
sucking more strongly and starting to swallow--
That was when the instruments went off the scale and the image
abruptly cut out. All that remained was that same emotionless <DREAM
TERMINATED> message.
For the longest time, Sylia just stared at the blanked-out
monitor, her breath short, her mouth watering, and her crotch burning.
How long had it been since she'd had a man? How long had it been
since she'd had that kind of passion in her life?
How long before she could have it again?
The next thing she remembered doing with any clarity was
hitting the fast-forward key. There was certainly more. There had
to be.
She needed it. Bad.
The next segment began in near darkness, with light pouring in
through several slits- Sylia recognized it as the view from the inside
of her closet. The viewpoint zoomed in on one slit, through which
could be seen herself and Priss, totally naked and feeling each other
up frantically.
"Oooh... Sylia..." Priss moaned. "My tits are so hot...
please... kiss them..."
Sylia obligingly bent down to suck one nipple, while her hand
began massaging Priss's other breast. "Oh yes, Sweetling, you *are*
hot, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah," Priss moaned as Sylia sucked her teat, "suck it...
mmmm..." Her hands wandered down to Sylia's impressive chest, running
her hands across her cantalopes.
"Mm, so good," Sylia purred, as her hand migrated away from
the singer's chest and down to her crotch. Priss moaned and rocked
slowly back and forth as Sylia's hands began rubbing gently at her
slit. She began kneading Sylia's breasts harder, rubbing her palms
roughly across her erect nipples.
"Ooh, that's so nice, Sweetling," Sylia sighed, rubbing more
firmly. "I bet you'd like to have something in your pussy right now.
Isn't that right?"
"Oh, yeeeeah," Priss moaned, eyes glazing with desire. "Give
it to me... oh, yeah..." She began rocking against Sylia's hand,
coating it with her juices.
Sylia slid her fingers into Priss's sopping cunt, thrusting
slowly in and out. She withdrew her hand and licked the juices off.
"Mmm, you know, I bet what you'd really like is a nice hard cock to
fill up that pussy. What do you think about that, Sweetling?"
Priss smiled lustily at Sylia. "That'd be great. But where are
you going to get a cock from, hmm?"
A sly grin crossed Sylia's face. "Oh, I think there might be
one in my closet somewhere. Let's go check."
"Sure."
Together, the two horny women walked over to the closet. The
view zoomed back into the darkness, only to be totally illuminated a
moment later when the doors slid open, silhouetting two magnificent
bodies.
"See?" Sylia said with a smile. "I told you we'd find one in
here. What do you think, Sweetling?"
Priss glanced down, and the viewpoint followed her glance,
looking down at the proud phallus sticking up from Mackie's crotch.
"I'll take it!" Priss smiled, and she gently grasped the shaft and
began stroking as she led Mackie to the bed.
"Mm, look how hard and thick he is," Sylia purred, pressing
herself against Mackie's back. "So, Mackie," she purred. "Would you
like to fuck Sweetling?"
"You bet," Mackie answered.
Priss leaned over the bed, presenting her ass to him.
Spreading her labia, she cooed, "Come on, stud. Fuck me hard. Fuck me
till I blow apart!"
"Oh yeah..." Mackie grinned, and promptly pushed himself into
Priss's burning depths.
Priss moaned loudly as Mackie's dick began moving in and out
of her hot flesh. "Oh, yeah, stud," she moaned, "if I only knew how
good you were... hmmm... I'd have jumped you the first day we met!"
"Oh man, you're really hot, Priss!" Mackie gasped as he picked
up the pace, kneading her asscheeks with his hands. "Damn, you're so
great!"
"No, stud," Priss moaned, rocking on the bed, matching his
pace, "you're great! You're the best! AHHH! You feel that heat, stud?
You feel all that wetness around you? That's all because of you,
stud. Fuck, you make me so hot!"
"Mm, you think it's hot now, Sweetling," Sylia purred, still
rubbing herself against Mackie's back. "Just wait until he fills you
full of his thick, creamy cum. Would you like that, Sweetling?"
"Oh, YES! YES!" Priss screamed. Her pussy began clenching
around Mackie's rod, juices flowing down from her tight pussy as she
squirmed wildly beneath him. "Oh, yeah, stud! You're making me CUM!
C'mon and fill me! Dump your load inside me! YEAH! FUCK ME!
YEEEAAAAHHH!!"
"You hear that, stud?" Sylia hissed in Mackie's ear. "She
wants it bad. Come on, stud, shoot that hot, thick cum in her tight
pussy! Now!"
Mackie's groaning became louder, and all his muscles tensed up
and spiked as he blasted into Priss like a firehose. "YEEEEAAAH!"
Priss screeched, rearing up and twisting her breasts as Mackie fired
load after load into--
<<END OF RECORDING.>>
The screens had gone blank and the tape had stopped, but for a
moment the cries of pleasure continued anyway, as the real Sylia's
fingering of herself reached a fever pitch. She stiffened, and her
skirt and panties were promptly saturated with cream as she shuddered
and moaned, riding the crest of a long, long overdue orgasm.
For a moment, she just sat there, panting quietly. <My
God...> she thought. <I haven't felt that in years...> She thought
about what had brought it on, thought some more about what would have
to happen now in order to save Mackie.
A plan began to form in her mind. A very exciting plan.
Act 3
Priss, Linna and Nene waited in the briefing room, making
small talk and wondering what exactly was going on. While getting a
page in the middle of the day was unusual, it was not unheard of.
Still, none of them had heard anything about a rampant Boomer on the
news or police bands, and Sylia hadn't even given them details yet.
They weren't idle for long. Sylia entered the room, looking
uncharacteristically worried. The expression silenced the three more
effectively than any order; Sylia almost never showed open emotion.
Nene wondered if she saw a faint glint of something else in Sylia's
eyes too. "Sylia? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said gravely. "Mackie, on the other hand..."
"Mackie?" Linna asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Follow me," Sylia said. "I'll explain on the way."
The door to Sylia's large bedroom opened, and the four Sabers
stepped through, and Nene, Priss and Linna all stopped dead in their
tracks. The main reason for this, of course, was the fact that they
had just been confronted by the sight of Mackie, naked, lying on
Sylia's bed and moaning incoherently, with a raging seven-inch
erection standing at attention like a proud flagbearer.
"As you can see," Sylia said before any of them could say or
do anything, "he's currently in an advanced state of delirium, which
will get progressively worse as the hormonal levels in his body become
increasingly unbalanced. And as I said, this is the result of
numerous fantasies about the four of us..." She turned and looked
straight at them. "Fantasies which must be physically fulfilled in
order to stabilize him."
The others paled.
"You're saying..." Priss replied, with disbelief, "...that we
have to... fuck him??"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Sylia replied evenly.
"You have *got* to be kidding!" Priss snapped, obviously
disgusted at the notion.
"Priss," Sylia barked irritably. "His life is in danger!
Without you, he might not make it!"
"*No*." Priss said firmly. Linna looked ready to side
with her as well. Nene said nothing; she looked uncomfortable but
not quite as much as the others.
"Right," Sylia said, a steely glare forming in her eyes. She
would have preferred that it all be done voluntarily, but that
obviously was not going to happen. "I didn't want to do this, but..."
She reached into a pocket in her purse and withdrew a small remote
control, pressing a small switch on its side.
All outside light was abruptly cut off as steel plates slammed
down across all the windows. At the same time, the bedroom door
slammed shut and locked, as did all the other doors in the building.
"None of us are going to leave here until *that*..." Sylia
said firmly, pointing to Mackie's giant hard-on. "Is gone."
Priss, Linna and Nene gaped at Sylia, glancing every now and
again at the rigid seven inches jutting up over Mackie's tight
stomach. At first, none of them could say a thing.
Then, everyone spoke at once.
"Sylia, please! You can't do this!" Linna begged, eyes
pleading for mercy.
"There ain't no way I'm humping his skanky ass!" Priss
shouted.
"Aw, SYLIA..." Nene just whined, pouting cutely.
Sylia held up her hand, her steely glare silencing the others.
"I can't believe you've forgotten just how much we owe to Mackie," she
said at last. "He keeps our equipment in top condition. He smuggles us
in and out of mission zones. He gathers information from time to time,
he watches our backs in combat... he's as much a Knight Saber as the
rest of us."
The other three looked slightly ashamed of themselves, but
Priss said, "Do we really have to fuck him, Sylia?"
"There's no other way," Sylia said. Smiling a small, secretive
grin, she continued, "However, I suspected the three of you would be
less than enthusiastic... so I brought some aides..." Reaching into
her purse, Sylia brought out a large vibrating dildo, ridges and bumps
covering the lower half of its surface. Then, she pulled out a second
dildo, this one double-headed with straps for a harness. A third,
smooth vibrator followed- the standard one advertised as a "massager"
in the same mail-order catalogs that advertised bottle-opening
wrenches and windshield covers for the housewife. The three junior
partners stared and gulped as Sylia laid the tools out before them.
Finally, Sylia brought out a small carton. Inside lay eight
small vials of clear liquid, each with a different colored stopper.
Holding up one vial, Sylia said, "This is what I call liquid courage.
Basically, it's a very powerful psychoactive chemical, which generates
overwhelming lust in the user." Staring at the vial in her hand, she
flushed slightly and said, "I invented it when I was still in school,
busy cramming my childhood into as short a period as possible so I
could have time for my mission. Those were some wild times."
Priss looked warily at the vial. "I dunno..." she said. "I
feel really uncomfortable about all this..." She turned to Nene to ask
if she agreed, and was shocked to see Nene's ADPolice uniform jacket
on the floor, her hands feeling up her breasts up through her blouse.
"Speak for... ooh... yourself," Nene said. "Whoa... this is
better than the stuff I had to file down in the Vice Squad's records
department."
Linna looked on, sweating, face pale instead of flushed. "I...
I can't do it," she said at last.
Sylia smiled. "Don't worry," she said quietly, "I'll go first,
just to show you there's nothing wrong about it."
"It's not that," Linna said. In a soft whisper, she said,
"I... I've... I've never done it... with anyone."
Sylia's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Never? Then what happened
to your hymen? It doesn't show on your medical scans."
"It broke when I was fourteen," she said, "during dance class.
But I've never... I haven't even done much fondling with anyone."
"But all those boyfriends!" Priss gasped. "I mean, surely,
with one of them-"
"Why do you think they kept dumping her?" Nene husked, leering
cutely at the blushing Linna.
"NENE!" Linna gasped.
"Enough," Sylia sighed. "I'll start in on Mackie. Linna, I
want you to follow me."
"But, Sylia, I... I... I don't know if I can..." Linna
stuttered, trembling slightly.
"Don't worry," Nene said, "I'll help you." Her hands left her
blouse and traced Linna's curves gently, wrenching a gasp from the
aerobically trim yet shapely woman. Through her blouse, twin bullets
appeared, poking tiny mounds above her breasts.
"You people are nuts," Priss said. "I'm not having any part of
this!" she grumbled, and she turned to one side and sulked.
Sylia set three more vials aside, and with a breath of
apprehension, she removed the stopper from her vial. Gasping slightly,
she steeled her will, and in a swift motion she gulped down the
contents, smacking her lips afterwards.
The mixture hit her stomach, immediately bringing a warm glow
to Sylia's core. Suddenly, a wave of passion ran through her, shaking
her body, and her sex moistened with the anticipation of action. My
God, she thought, I'd forgotten how suddenly the stuff acts. Not to
mention how strong!
Sylia felt her bra tighten- no, she tried to reason, it only
feels that way because of the drug- across her breasts. Sweat beaded
on her skin, and she felt the warmth of her lust overwhelm her.
Slowly, sensuously, she removed her outer clothing, business jacket
first, then blouse, revealing the white lacy restraint which was
beginning to drive her mad. Reaching to undo the clasp, Sylia stopped
and instead cupped her heavy bosoms in her hands. Grasping her rigid
nipples through the thick fabric, she pinched them slightly.
Then, the other Knight Sabers learned something about Sylia
they would never have guessed.
Sylia was a Howler.
From deep within her soul, Sylia felt the intense wave of
passion build into a knot, and with a rough twist of her breasts, she
sent herself over the edge, howling with unabashed delight as she
climaxed. Feminine juices stained her skirt and completely soaked the
crotch of her panties, but the executive paid no heed as she rode the
whirlwind of lust to her own personal Oz. "oooooh myyyyyy
GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!" she screeched at last, ripping the lace bra off her
tender, swollen jugs, and with a final spasm, she fell forward,
panting.
Priss gaped openly at the woman she'd assumed to be the
perfect Ice Queen before; obviously, she thought, she's been hiding a
lot more from us than we thought! She continued to stare at the
recovering Stingray, unaware of her own vagina moistening, her nipples
stirring under her thin shirt and biker jacket.
Meanwhile, Linna stared almost in a trance at Sylia, not
thinking, scarcely breathing, definitely not noticing that Nene had
already pushed her pullover shirt and bra up to her neck and was now
massaging her breasts without interference. As Sylia rose on her knees
and slowly pushed her skirt and panties down from her waist, exposing
her geometrically perfect ass and sopping cunt, Linna licked her lips
absentmindedly.
"Oh, Linna," Nene cooed in her ear (cutely of course), "you're
having fun, aren't you?" Suddenly, Linna moaned loudly; Nene was
running her hand over the crotch of her jeans, which already had a
dark spot on them from Linna's awakening lust. "For someone who's
never done it, you're ready to make up for lost time, aren't you?"
Smiling, Nene stood Linna up gently, pausing to kiss first one
nipple and then the other. "You're so beautiful, Linna," Nene said. "I
can see why those boyfriends of yours get so frustrated at you..."
Then, Nene's hands returned to Linna's crotch, this time unbuttoning
the fly on her jeans, one by one. Then, having loosened the formerly
skin-tight garment to a workable level, the Russian redhead slipped a
hand into Linna's panties, caressing her bush and sending her into new
heights of senselessness.
Priss looked from Sylia, who was fingering her own pubic
growth and teasing her clitoris, to Nene and Linna, the former of whom
was feeling the latter up beyond belief, and said, "Shit, you're _all_
perverts!"
Sylia just smiled and looked at her lustily. "Your time will
come, Sweetling," she said, and Priss trembled herself, fear mixed
with a strange desire to join the naked woman on the floor. "But
first," Sylia said, moving up to the bed, "first to give sweet Mackie
a ride he'll never forget!"
With that, Sylia grasped Mackie's hard-on in her hand, gently
stroking the handsome length from end to end. In his delerium, Mackie
moaned, "Sylia..." and his hand reached up to draw her head down to
the tip of his twitching cock. Never one to miss a hint, Sylia took
the length into her mouth, running her tongue around the tip as she
stroked the base with her thumb. With her free hand, she massaged- no,
mangled- her breasts one by one, teasing the nipples and sending
quivers of pleasure down her flanks.
Linna watched the incestuous scene before her and roused out
of her delirium, gasping, "No... No. I'm not- I'm not-"
Nene removed her hand from Linna's crotch and touched it to
Linna's lips. Linna smacked her lips, tasting the semi-sweet flavor,
smelling the intoxicating odor of her own juices, but she still shook
her head. "I can't..." she whispered.
"I think," Nene said, "all you need is a little more courage,"
and she reached for one of the three remaining vials on the floor.
Undoing the stopper, she raised the flask to Linna's lips and tipped
it in. Instinctively, with short gulps, Linna swallowed the drug,
shaking even harder as its effects made themselves known.
Linna's body, which was already warm, suddenly felt like it
was on fire. Her nipples grew even more erect, and her clit sent bolts
of pleasure through her as it rubbed against her plain cotton panties.
The passion she'd denied herself for so long all seemed to be held
back only by a thin, thin wall, just waiting to cave in.
Nene smiled and, cutely, 'beeped' her friend's nipple. The
unexpected contact, the sensations, and the excitement of the
situation all collided, sending Linna over the edge, screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" her voice ripped through the room, covering Sylia and
Mackie's low moans from the bed. The black spot on her jeans grew
larger, as Linna creamed uncontrollably into her panties. Nene grasped
her other breast, and Linna screamed, "AGAIN! OH! OHHHHHHH GOD!!! OH
MY GOD, IT'S SO GOOOOOOOOD!!!" Shaking and orgasming uncontrollably,
Linna shoved her pants down frantically, fingers flying to her
spurting quim. "I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!!!!"
Nene tried to lean down to lick Linna's breasts, but suddenly
Linna's hands grabbed her blouse, ripping it open with hysterical
strength. Snatching away Nene's strapless bra with a rip, Linna
grabbed the short redhead's melons, bringing them to her face and
sucking first one, then the other, with unbridled passion. Her spasms
subsided, and with the realization, she guided Nene's hand back to her
crotch, pressing it against her swollen labia.
Nene, moaning as Linna's newfound desire began to work her up
the Golden Stairway, needed no encouragement. First with one finger,
then two, Nene finger-fucked Linna's cunt, provoking loud moans from
the lust-filled woman. The two Knight Sabers moaned louder and louder,
turned on by their mutual need for release.
Meanwhile, Sylia had gradually worked her way up Mackie's
hard-on, practicing techniques she hadn't needed since college,
swallowing the cockhead and repressing her gag reflex by concentrating
on the pleasure her hands were giving her. Having rubbed her breasts
into a red, sensitive jelly, her hand had retreated to her crotch,
where she massaged her clitoris and labia, bringing fresh streams of
lubricant to her crotch.
But, she thought, it isn't enough. I need this in me now, she
thought, slowly pulling her head back, disentangling Mackie's hand
from her hair. Climbing over Mackie's horizontal form, she raised her
sex over Mackie's twitching, saliva-covered erection, and then, with a
savage thrust, she shoved herself down upon him, impaling herself with
every last inch of her brother's manhood. A low moan escaped her lips,
and as she began to move up and down, the moans rose in volume,
harmonizing with the Lesbian coos emerging from Linna and Nene.
Priss sat in her position on the floor, panties now thoroughly
moist with her own, unattended, unacknowledged, excitement. As she
watched, Nene slid down Linna's twitching form, preparing to suckle at
her honey pot. Meanwhile, Sylia bucked and thrashed atop Mackie, whose
arms had stretched up to grasp and caress her buttcheeks. "I don't
believe this," Priss whispered, as her friends moaned harder and
louder.
Then, standing up, she said, "Oh, fuck it!" and began
stripping off her clothes. Jacket, blouse, skirt, bra and panties
dropped off her form with a speed born of practice, and Priss grabbed
the smooth vibrator and shoved it buzzing into her twat. "No... way...
am I..." she moaned, rubbing her breasts with her left hand while her
right thrust the dildo in and out of her pussy with blurred speed,
"...not gonna cum... before... they..."
Sylia leaned forward on the bed, driving her love-bud against
Mackie's cock. The friction added sent one more jolt of passion up her
spine, and Sylia reared up, vagina muscles clenching as she shoved her
brother's cock even deeper than it had ever been before.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!" she screamed, letting the orgasm send her
into spasms, and with frantic need she redoubled her fucking,
sreaming, "MORE! COME, DAMMIT! GIVE ME MO-O OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!"
Nene slurped and smacked as she ate Linna's cunt out, drinking
deeply of her partner's multi-orgasmic flow. Her own internal heat was
soaking through her skirt and panties, and her breasts felt like they
were glowing. She reached a trembling hand behind her and slipped it
through her waistband, and froze; then, suddenly and without warning,
she orgasmed, moaning, "Oh, oh, oh that's so gooooooood!" Even as her
back wrenched in the throes of passion, her hand suddenly flashed into
Linna's cunt, three fingers jamming into the wet hole, and the thumb
finding the tight, puckered asshole. At the shock of yet another
surprise invasion, Linna surged into another wave of uncontrollable
orgasms, coating Nene's invading hand in her love juices.
"MORE! COME, YOU FUCKING PANSY!" Sylia shouted, bucking on
Mackie's lap with the fervor of the possessed. "Send me to Heaven,
baby! Make- me-"
Priss' orgasm hit, and the singer bit her lip, trying to
suppress the cries of pure pleasure which threatened to rip her lungs
open. As she twitched, the vibrator's tip her a tiny point on the
inside of her twat, sending a wave of rapture straight through her
body. "GGGUUUUUUUHH!!!!" she gasped, as a second orgasm fell directly
on the heels of the first. With a final shudder, she collapsed.
"Make- me- OH!!!! Make me- oh oh oh...." Sylia's rhythm
collapsed, going into totally random spasms, as Mackie's cock finally
twitched and throbbed, and then, with a moan, he shot his seed into
his sister's innermost depths.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Sylia howled, as her
most intense orgasm yet tore through her. Her twat twitched and
clenched, forcing Mackie out as she fell forward, squirming and
howling like an epileptic. "YYYYYYYESSSS!" she screamed to the room,
as she fell over the edge of ecstacy...
...and the bed; her head caught the bedpost as she fell,
-KLONKing- in the sudden quiet, as the Knight Sabers gasped and moaned
in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Finally, Sylia managed to rise up, and with a giggle, she
said, "Switch!"
Act 4
"Switch?" Priss gasped. "You mean he's still that wound up
after all that?" The brunette stood, breasts bouncing freely as she
stormed over to Sylia's soaking wet body.
Sylia looked up and smiled. The spectacular orgasm had helped
clear her mind for the moment, but her desire was already beginning to
return. Before long, she'd be beyond explanations herself. "My dear
sweet... um, Priss... Mackie is hardly out of danger. Look at him,"
she said, gesturing to the moaning, still- unconscious Stingray, "he's
still hallucinating, and more importantly, he's still hard as a rock."
Which was also true; in fact, it seemed as if Mackie's twitching prick
had managed to grow another inch somehow, as it stood proudly in its
coating of male and female cum.
"Now, Linna," Sylia said, crawling over to the still-panting
young woman, "it's your turn." Gently bringing Linna's face close to
hers, Sylia kissed her, first gently, then passionately, tongue
slipping through Linna's lips and seeking its counterpart. Linna
responded by reaching up and running her hands along Sylia's sides,
working her way beneath the elder woman's heavy breasts. Sylia moaned
with appreciation for Linna's deft movements.
"Um, Sylia?" Nene said. "I thought _Mackie_ was the one Linna
was supposed to have sex with."
Sylia nodded, pulling away reluctantly from Linna, who gasped
with the separation. "You're feeling really, really hot, aren't you?"
she husked, taking her hands and forcing them down while she could
still control herself.
"Uh, uh, uh-huh," Linna gasped, already lost in a sea of
hormones.
"Well, dear, there's only one cure for that heat you're
feeling," Sylia said, "and it's attatched to that nice, horny young
man lying on the bed there." Standing her up, Sylia walked Linna over
to the bed, pausing only to remove the crumpled clothing from around
her neck. "Look at that beautiful cock," Sylia whispered in Linna's
ear. "Wouldn't you like to know how it feels to have it in your mouth,
to lick it like a popsicle, suck it down like a bottle of Jolt Cola,
and feel its hot, salty cum shooting down your throat and into your
hot stomach?"
Linna nodded, trembling with desire.
"Then try it," Sylia said, and, taking Linna's hand, she
guided it to Mackie's throbbing hard-on, letting it stroke the length
gently. Mackie moaned, and more cum spurted from the cockhead,
spraying over his chest and face.
"Taste it," Sylia whispered, and Linna needed no further
encouragement. Slowly, she lowered herself to the bed beside him, and
she began licking the cum splotches from Mackie's steaming body.
Mackie moaned, "Oh, Linna..." as she licked his nipples, slurping up
the globules of spunk that had gathered on his chest.
Sylia backed off, collapsing onto her ass, no longer able to
repress her own chemically enhanced urges. "Oooohh..." she moaned.
"Nene... Priss.... help me..."
Priss gasped. "Hey, I ain't no lez!" she huffed. "Help
yourself, you're the one with the toys!"
"Oh, come on, Priss," Nene said, taking Priss' hand and
guiding it beneath her skirt, bare titties bouncing with excitement,
"it's not so bad as all that! Why, in fact..." Nene smiled slyly,
whispering, "I may not be a man, but I can fuck you like no man has
ever fucked you before."
"Wha?" Priss said, shrinking away.
"Yesssss," Sylia husked, grasping the double-headed dildo and
handing it to Nene. "Yes, Nene, please, please fuck Sweetling for me.
Yes," she said, licking her lips, "yes, Nene, together we'll make
Sweetling beg for more... and we'll let Mackie finish her off."
"You are NOT going to put that fucking thing in me!" Priss
said. "There ain't no way in hell I'm going to-"
"OOOOOOOH MY GOD!!!" Linna screamed from the bed. Somehow,
while she had been working over Mackie's body, her crotch had come
close to Mackie's nose, and smelling her soaked pussy, he had leaned
up and begun eating with a will. Priss stopped and stared, not
noticing Sylia and Nene approacing behind her.
"Ooh, Sweetling, your nipples are so hard, aren't they?" a
voice whispered in Priss' ear, and Priss noticed that indeed, the
sight of Linna humping Mackie's face was turning her on, a lot.
Suddenly, Sylia's cum-slickened hands grabbed Priss's breasts from
behind, and Priss moaned as Sylia caressed her firm ta-tas in circular
patterns.
From below Priss, Nene said, "Wow, Priss, I haven't seen such
a pretty cunnie since Naoko and I got bored on night shift in
Records." Kneeling in front of Priss' crotch, Nene ran her tongue
along the edges of her pubic growth, pausing to kiss the inside of
Priss' trembling thighs here and there. Priss moaned loudly, feeling
herself warm with lust.
Shaking like a leaf, Priss slid a hand back behind her,
clumsily seeking Sylia's crotch. Finding her leg, she slid her palm
upward, following the stream of female ejaculate up towards her sex.
Sylia moaned herself at the contact, responding by increasing her
efforts on Priss' breasts, fingers working the ample mounds
frantically. Priss' twat flowed even harder, and Nene began to lap up
the overflow.
"Mmmm, yummy cunnie!" Nene piped, slurping loudly at Priss'
fountain of passion. The honey flowed from Priss' body, and Nene drank
as much as she could, reveling in the smell and taste of feminine
lust. "Mmmmm... better than ice cream!" she mumbled through a faceful
of Priss.
Priss moaned even louder, feeling the power of her lust
overwhelming her inhibitions, carrying her towards orgasm. Looking up
from her body, she saw Linna in a sixty-nine with Mackie, shaking with
uncontrollable orgasms. The sight thrilled her further, and gasping
for breath, she pushed Nene away from her cunt, saying, "Please... I
need it..."
"What's that?" Sylia whispered, kissing Priss' neck up and
down. "Do you want to be fucked, Sweetling? Say it. Do you want Nene
to fuck you?"
"Yes!" Priss hissed through clenched teeth, lightning playing
up and down her nerves. "Yes, Nene, fuck me! I need it soooo bad!"
Gasping as Nene removed her hyperactive tongue from Priss' hole and
began pumping her with her fingers, she gasped, "No! I need more! Not
fingers!"
Smiling, Nene picked up the double-sided dildo and waved it
beneath Priss' nose. "Would you like this in your pussy, Priss?"
Moaning as Sylia gently removed her skirt and panties, she said,
"Pussy Priss? Hm? Would you like me to FUCK you with this DILDO, my
little 'Pussy Priss?'"
"YES, damn you!" Priss screeched. "You're driving me up the
fucking wall, now I give in and you decide to jack aro-OOOUUUHHH..."
Priss moaned as Nene slid the huge phallus along Priss' swollen cunt
lips. Humping and reaching her groin towards the rubber dick, Priss
moaned, "Christ, quit teasing me, get on with it! Fuck me, dammit!
Fuck me NOW!!!"
"Well, Nene, I think Sweetling is ready," Sylia purred. "Let
me help you with that," she said, and she took the dildo from Nene and
licked one end up and down, moistening it with her saliva. "MMmmmmm,"
she said, "what I wouldn't give to have my turn now, but..." Guiding
the lubricated end to Nene's crotch, Sylia dragged the tip up and down
Nene's pussy, sending the redhead into squeals of delight. Nene's
honey began to drip onto the love rod, lubricating it further.
Finally, Sylia held the phallus in place, and with one shove she
thrust the dildo into Nene's waiting quim.
"OOOOOOHHHH!" Nene cooed, as a fresh orgasm took her. "OOOH
yeah," she said again, as Sylia pushed the dildo deeper into her body,
stretching her tight vagina and sending further jolts of lust through
her body. Humping slowly, Nene began strapping the harness on, and
with Sylia's help she was soon ready to take the prize waiting between
Priss' trembling limbs.
"Last chance, Sweetling," Sylia said, pulling Priss down to the
floor and spreading her legs wide open. "Do you want Nene to fuck you
silly with her brand-new dick?"
"My God, you don't quit, do you?" Priss said. "How many times
do I have to say it, dammit? Fuck ne, Nene! Or I'll damn well do it by
myself!"
"Ooh, we're feeling frustrated, aren't we?" Nene smiled.
Guiding the other end of the dildo into Priss' dripping pussy, she
said, "Well, we can take care of that." The rubber dick's tip brushed
against Priss' clit, and Priss moaned loudly. Suddenly, Priss grabbed
Nene's asscheeks and pulled downward, driving the dickhead into her
labia, missing her hole.
"Careful, dear," Sylia said, guiding the dildo into place,
"you might hurt youself with this big hard cock." With the prod in
place, Sylia gently pushed it in, an inch sliding into Priss' tender
nether regions.
"YES!" Priss screeched, and she slammed her pelvis against
Nene, driving the prod into her innermost depths. Nene gaped as Priss
ground her crotch against the dildo, fucking like a derrick, driving
the piston into her depths, trying to strike oil. Nene moaned as
Priss' gyrations drove the dildo in and out of her own cunt. Wow, she
thought, if she keeps this up, I won't be able to last much longer
myself.
Meanwhile, Linna moaned and twitched as Mackie nibbled her
clit, bringing her close to yet another peak of sexual tension. Now,
though, her desire had shifted focus, and her swollen cunt now
demanded more than the eager tongue of an oversexed boy. Releasing her
death-grip on Mackie's passion python, she pulled away from Mackie's
insatiable lips and prepared to mount his slick, gleaming cock.
Slowly, carefully, Linna lowered her sex onto Mackie's
rock-hard schlong, gasping as, inch by inch, his manhood penetrated
her cunt, plumbing depths never before touched. Gasping at the
incredible sensation, Linna sat still with Mackie buried deep within
her, savoring the feeling of being so incredibly full, full of male,
full of life, full of lust.
Then, Linna leaned forward, shifting Mackie's cock within her
and adding new dimensions to the incredible hot and cold running
desire flooding her system. Rocking slowly back and forth on her hands
and knees, breasts swinging over Mackie's chest, Linna moaned and
cooed her delight, friction driving her half-mad with desire. Mackie's
hands traced her form, running from her butt along her back to her
shoulders, bringing shivers with every contact with Linna's
burning-hot body. Then, Mackie shifted his blind search down to the
magnificent mounds dangling above him, and he began rubbing them
together , deftly sending the fitness instructor into sexual
overdrive.
No longer able to contain her wild instinctive urges, Linna
began a frantic rhythm, trying to speed her way to release. Mackie met
her thrust for thrust, mashing her breasts in his fevered efforts.
Linna felt the throbbing cock plunge deeper and deeper on each thrust,
and she shoved harder and harder, trying to reach bottom at last.
Little by little, her urges began to center around a tight ball of
concentrated pleasure forming in her gut, building with each stroke of
Mackie's swollen manhood into her hot cunt. Linna bucked and rolled,
gasping for breath, trying to hold on to the pleasure for as long as
possible.
As Linna drove towards orgasm, Priss and Nene stepped up their
game of Hide the Salami. Priss had fallen onto her back, thrusting
with her hips, sucking on a finger while the opposite hand fondled her
breasts. Nene had flipped over onto her stomach, cooing with delight,
luxuriating in the double-passive lezbo fuck she had begun.
As Priss sucked desperately on her trigger finger, a voice
above her said, "Would you like something better to suck on,
Sweetling?" Opening her eyes, Priss saw Sylia's dripping pussy
hovering over Priss' face. "Maybe my Sweetling would like to see what
a woman's love tastes like, hmm?"
Priss stuggled with her lust, trying to maintain some level of
dignitiy. I'm not a lesbian, I'm not! she thought, even as a
pre-orgasmic shudder drove the two-headed dildo deeper into her twat.
With each thrust, her resolve weakened further, until finally, she
nodded acquiescence. With no further ado, Sylia squatted onto Priss'
mouth, pressing her pudenda against the singer's lips.
Despite never even having considered eating pussy before,
Priss fell to the new experience with a will. Diving straight into
Sylia's muff, Priss plunged her tongue deep into Sylia's cunt,
drinking the intoxicating liquid within like lemonade. Sylia squirmed
with excitement as Priss gulped and slurped, sucking moisture from
Sylia's vagina like a Sears Shop Vac.
Nene began bucking harder, feeling her portal of pleasure
twitch with the first spasms of what would be a mind-shattering cum.
Sitting up, she reached her hand down and found her clit beneath the
dildo's harness, rubbing it frantically and gasping with lust.
Finally, her dam burst, and she screamed, "OOOOHHH, I'M CUMMING!!"
jamming her full weight down onto Priss, transferring the pressure
through the dildo into Priss' twat, pressing the rubber dong clear to
Priss' uterus.
As the dual dildo touched the bottom of Priss' well, she began
bucking as well. Throwing Sylia off her face, she screamed wildly,
cunt spasming with a volcanic release of cum juice. As the initial
orgasm passed through her, she bucked harder, bringing herself almost
instantly to a second climax. "YESSS! AGAIN!!! FUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!" she
screamed, breasts shaking with her rocking motions, and she kept
pushing the dildo as deep as it would go, driving Nene into
now-painful contortions.
"MORE! MORE! MOOOOOORE!" Priss screamed, and then she sat up
straight and screamed, "OH, *YESSSS*!" as a third orgasm overloaded
her system. "YESSS I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, coating the dildo with
her juices, unwilling to stop thrusting and bucking atop the
prosthetic.
"please... no more..." Nene moaned, and reaching down, she
released the straps and crawled off the dildo, twat slurping as the
dong slipped out. Released from Priss' insane motions at last, Nene
sighed and relaxed, saying, "Ooooh... that was something -else.-"
Priss moaned, and opening her eyes, she noticed that the
person giving her leverage for her sexual seppuku had left her post.
Looking at the spent Nene, Priss shook her head, old inhibitions lost
in a sea of concentrated lust, muttering, "Just like a woman to say
she's got a cuntache." Then, smiling to herself, she reached down and
reversed the straps on the harness, securing the substitute cock to
herself, and she turned to the Knight Saber commander, who had been
reduced to frigging herself with both hands.
"So, you fucking bitch," Priss grinned, "you want your
Sweetling to get fucked? You want your Sweetling to eat pussy?"
Flipping Sylia over, she slipped a finger into the woman's palpitating
asshole, stroking furiously. "Well, your Sweetling is about to do
something you weren't expecting! Hope you're ready, Sylia, 'cause
Sweetling is coming, and she's coming by the back door!" Prying
Sylia's asscheeks apart, Priss guided the cockhead, coated with Nene's
spunk, into the tight brown portal. Gently, she began to rock in and
out, pressing against the resistance of Sylia's spincter, sending
mixed pain and pleasure through both women's bodies.
"Oh! Oh, Sweetling! I love you! I love you!!" Sylia screeched,
beginning to respond to Priss' buggering. As she fingered her clit
with one hand and held herself up with the other, Sylia pushed back
into Priss' thrusts as the singer began a doggy-fucking to the finish.
Unable to keep the thrusts slow, Priss resumed her frantic bucking,
feeling the passions rise in her again, as in her stomach, orgasms
began to take a number and line up for Priss' pleasure centers. With
Sylia moaning and screeching at the incredible feeling of fullness her
butt was sending, and Priss strangling her moans of passion as friction
sent her pussy into waterfall mode, the two presented Nene a lurid
display of sexual abandon.
Licking her lips, Nene sat back and rubbed her breasts and
pussy absentmindedly, not seeking orgasm yet, simply enjoying the
sensations and the twin features presentations before her. On the bed,
Linna rocked and rolled on Mackie's drumstick, tears flowing as she
tried to hold the building passion for one more stroke, then another,
then another. On the other hand, Priss and Sylia ground against each
other frantically, spooning their way as fast as they could to orgasm.
Nene wondered idly, licking her cum-coated finger, which pair would
climax first.
Suddenly, Linna slowed, falling down onto Mackie's sweating
body. Grasping Mackie at the ribcage, she rolled him over on top of
her. Then, grasping his buttcheeks, she guided him back into the
rhythm they had been locked in before, and Mackie soon took over and
began slamming his cock into her harder than ever. Linna moaned and
cried, breasts jiggling, head thrashing, as each fever-powered stroke
added to the immense well of pure desire she had built up.
It was too much.
"Ugh! UGH! UGH!" Linna coughed, trying to choke the orgasm
down, but it was already too late. Finally, her cunt spasmed, grasping
Mackie's cock with her vaginal muscles, squeezing with the force of a
dozen velvet vicegrips. Creaming all over the sheets, she screeched,
"COMMMMMMMIIINNGGG! GOD I'M COMMMING!!!" and she reached up and hugged
Mackie to her, kissing and licking his face as he spasmed in turn and
shot his load into her thirsty twat. "OHHHH SOOOO GOOOOOD!!" she
gasped, falling limply to the mattress, glow of pleasure spreading
through her body, Mackie lying limp over her, cock still buried in
her, stiff and ready as ever.
The screams from the bed were Priss' cue for release. The
first orgasm took her like a football tackle, and she collapsed to the
floor, still driving the dildo deep into Sylia's buttcheeks. "YES!
MORE! MORE! MOOOOOOORE!" she screeched, as she thrashed in the throes
of orgasm after orgasm.
The irregular thrusts and twists of the body above her sent
Sylia into her own, long-delayed orgasm, and she twisted herself,
flattening and curving her body against the carpet. "OOOOHHH YES! YES,
FUCK ME SWEETLING! I'M CUMMING! FEEL ME CUUUUUUM!"
"YES!" Priss crowed. "CUM, YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING MEDDLING
BITCH, MAKE ME---OOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIIITTT!" she said, falling backwards
and out of Sylia, thrashing in uncontrollable lust. Sylia squealed as
the withdrawal sent her into another orgasm, but her cries were
drowned out by Priss, who grabbed the dildo and shoved it in and out
of herself, snapping the harness, plunging the length in and out of
her spasming twat. Finally, she screamed, "OOOOOOOOH HOOOLY SHIIIIIIT
I CAME!!!" and she passed out, overcome by the sheer pleasure of it
all.
Nene stood up slowly, thighs shlurping together as she walked
over to the bed and slowly flipped Mackie off Linna's quivering body.
Behind her, Priss trembled senselessly, still orgasming despite her
half-comatose state, and Sylia could barely move, overcome by the
experience of her secret fantasies, total domination by another.
Looking the other Knight Sabers over, Nene chuckled, "You'll
all be out of it for a little while." Grasping Mackie's hard-on in her
hand and beginning to jack him off, she grinned, "Which means this bad
boy is gonna be all mine now!"
Nene ran her nimble fingers up and down Mackie's erection,
tickling the ridge of the urethra with her fingertips. As she stroked
the boy's raging hard-on, her free hand found his testicles, caressing
the scrotal sac with a velvet touch.
Mackie moaned with the resumed sexual activity. Deep within
his short-circuiting brain, he felt the prickling contacts of Nene's
fingers driving his crotch into a maddened state. His balls were
already tightening with a fresh load of semen, even as his chemically
imbalanced endocrine system ordered his spooge production to yet
another all-time high. Had he been in any condition to appreciate the
feeling, he might have fainted; instead, still swimming in his
demented hallucinations, he groaned, "Sylia..."
"Sylia?" Nene grumbled. Suddenly, her ticking became a firm
grip on Mackie's sheath, her slow deliberate movements switched to a
rapid pud-pounding frenzy. "Is this Sylia, Mackie?" she growled. "This
is Nene, Mackie, and she wants a facial, right now!"
"Nene? MMmmm... do that thing with the tongue, Nene..." he
mumbled, having shifted to a new fever dream.
"With my tongue, huh?" Nene smiled, still jacking Mackie off.
"Sure, I'll play along." Leaning closer to Mackie's already pulsating
boner, she stuck her tongue out and fluttered it lightly on the tip,
teasing the slit. "Mmmm, nummy," she mumbled, tasting Mackie, Sylia
and Linna in the juices still clinging to him. "I could get to like
sloppy seconds."
Mackie's piss-slit oozed a drop of pre-cum, and Nene decided
to go for broke. With her free hand, she went for a spot just behind
Mackie's balls, tickling. "Coochie coochie coo!" she whispered. Mackie
groaned and mumbled incoherently, and with a thrust he shot wad after
wad of white lightning from his wand, splattering Nene's face with the
sticky goo. Nene giggled and smiled as Mackie shot tablespoons at a
time into the air.
A splotch of Mackie's cum landed in Linna's face. Flinching,
she rolled away from the rain of sperm, finding the edge of the bed
and falling to the floor heavily. Now wide awake, she looked at Nene's
spooge-coated face. "Nene..." she whispered.
Nene turned to face Linna. "Look, Linna! Spooge of Olay!
Nature's perfect wrinkle cream, health drink, and breast growth
hormone!"
"What?" Linna said.
"Oh, well, I don't know about the other two," Nene smiled. "Me
and Mackie are gonna test them all, though! And now that we've covered
facial cream... boy have we ever!" she giggled, "it's time to test
Mackie's cum as... a super vitamin drink!!" Without bothering to wipe
off her face, Nene leaned down and began licking Mackie's cock like a
long pink lollipop. Linna looked curiously at it- had it become larger
since she'd had her turn at it? Must be my imagination, she thought,
as a slow heat began to return to her sex.
Backing away from Nene's bobbing head, Linna raised a hand to
her breast, gently tracing the bottom of its tight, athletically firm
curve, rekindling the lavender flames she had thought extinguished by
her cataclysmic orgasms with Mackie. Wow, she thought to herself,
supressing a moan, if I'd known, I wouldn't have had a cherry to break
in that dance class when I was fourteen!
Linna reached a hand down to her cum-soaked slit, cupping a
glob in her hands and tasting it. The flavor reminded her slightly of
tuna, or maybe saltwater taffy. Or... really, it didn't taste like
anything, save what it was; the consummation of two people's wild
passion. Linna began sucking her finger, sliding it in and out of her
lips, draining every last bit of her flavor from it.
"Oh, so the slut is hungry," an angry voice said behind her.
Priss stood agressively behind her, smirking at the finger-sucking
woman before her. "Well, you oversexed cunt, if you're so hungry, let
me give you something to eat!" Priss grabbed Linna's hair and shoved
her head to Priss' muff. For a moment, Linna hesitated, surprised by
Priss' new agressively sexual behavior. However, strange though it
was, it was also an intense turn-on, and the scent from Priss' rampage
of orgasms whetted her appetite. An hour ago, Linna had barely
considered sex of any kind; now, she began licking up the liquid from
Priss' cunt with gusto.
Priss moaned with ecstacy, lust building already as she pressed
Linna's head deeper into her crotch. "Yes! Lick my cunt!" she hissed,
thrashing with the feelings winding up her depths. "I know you love
it! Lick my cunt gooooood!"
Linna licked, feeling her crotch moistening afresh with lust.
Priss' hand gripping her hair, her incredibly foul and demeaning
monologue, and the smell and taste of her lubricant all excited her
intensely, and she expressed her delight through her tongue, fucking
Priss with it, cleaning her labia, sucking and nibbling at her erect
clit. Priss squirmed beneath her talented tongue, enjoying every
minute.
From the floor beside the two, Sylia watched the whole affair.
Between Priss' total domination of Linna and Nene's toying with
Mackie's cock, she was feeling a bit randy herself, However, her ass
and cunt still ached from the incredible fuck Priss had laid into her,
and simply put she was far too exhausted at the moment to join in the
festivities. Instead, she laid back and enjoyed the show.
Nene slid down Mackie's rod to lick his balls, still taut and
churning with unspent cum. Slurping loudly for effect, she ran her
tongue from his base across his scrotum and up to the cocktip,
savoring Mackie's aroma. Then, she took the cockhead into her mouth
and began sucking hard, head bobbing swiftly over Mackie's crotch.
Mackie gasped loudly, and Nene felt the prick throb, the tip swell,
and then her mouth was full with Mackie's spunk, firing into her like
some sort of erotic Super Soaker 2000.
Nene gulped and swallowed, trying to take every last drop,
feeling the warm salty liquid add to the intense warmth steadily
building in her gut. Mackie's cum is one hell of an aphrodesiac, she
thought, feeling her pussy dripping, clit throbbing, breasts pulsing
with desire. A trickle of cum dribbled from her lips as she pulled
away from Mackie, swallowing the last of his love shake with a loud
gulp.
"Wow!" she husked, "I feel stronger already!" and she wasn't
kidding. She felt ready to fuck forever, to lose herself with Mackie's
cock in her, but now she wanted to try something else. "Well, facial
cream good, vitamin drink excellent... now let's try breast enhancer."
Nene crawled up onto Mackie's legs and bent over his wang,
lowering her breasts to him. The first touch of her nipples on his
fevered flesh sent a surge of emotion through the redhead, threatening
to send her into orgasm without even trying. Concentrating on the good
feelings, she ran her breasts along Mackie's stomach, tracing circles
with her nipples, slowly working them around his slickened member.
As Mackie's manhood slid into Nene's cleavage, she grasped her
breasts and brought them together around it. Gasping with pleasure,
she whispered, "It's titty fucking time!" and began humping him with
her bosom. Although not as ample as Sylia or Linna, her gazongas were
well ample for the task at hand, providing full enclosure in a fleshy
sheath around Mackie's member, his cockhead bobbing in and out beneath
Nene's tongue.
Nene squealed with delight, unable to contain herself.
Sqeezing her breasts together around the stiff tool, she bucked faster
and faster, jacking Mackie and herself simultaneously. The fire in her
tits flowed through her, sending her into the convulsions she desired.
"COMING!" she gasped, lifting up and then slamming Mackie's cock with
her breasts. As she withdrew her breasts from him, Mackie shot up in
the air with another orgasm, and Nene quickly redirected the stream to
shoot all over her hair, face and breasts. The feel of fresh cum on
her titties triggered a second orgasm, and she squealed as she rubbed
the substance all over them.
Behind her, Nene heard Priss grunting and moaning in a new
orgasmic frenzy, feeding Linna her tuna taco and enjoying every
moment. Linna's pussy was dripping with unsatisfied desire, her focus
totally on Priss' enjoyment. Smiling, Nene returned to her work; she
had a hunger of her own, but it was for fucking, not more sucking. She
wanted Mackie in her twat, now!
"UUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGH!" Priss gasped, orgasms peaking in a tidal
wave of female cum, and she pulled away from Linna at last. "Ooooh
yes, slut, you do that good! But now, you cunt, now it's your turn!"
Moaning and smiling, Linna turned on her hands and knees,
presenting her nether region to Priss and spreading her labia wide.
Priss slapped her tight tush, drawing a squawk of mixed pain and
surprised from Linna. "You slut! Don't point your ass at me! I don't
want to see your filthy holes!" Shoving Linna down to the carpet,
Priss chuckled, "People who point their holes at other people ought to
have them plugged! Isn't that fair?"
Reaching to the tools beside her, Priss examined the
two-headed dildo, then discarded it; as much as she'd like to use it,
without the straps there was no way of providing leverage for a fuck,
not with both their quims so slick with lubricant. Instead, she
grabbed the ridged vibrator and slid it into Linna's twat, wringing a
screech of passion from her as she came.
"There! That's one plugged!" Priss chuckled. Linna squealed
again, raising her butt again in her spasms. Shoving her down again,
Priss growled, "Still haven't learned yet? Better plug the other hole,
then!" Grasping the smooth white vibrator, she ran it once along her
own sopping cunt, lubricating it nicely, and then she slid the tip
into Linna's asshole.
Linna's bucking stopped, passion replaced by total surprise on
her face. "AAAAAH! Wha- wha- what are you doIIIIIIIIING!" she
screeched as Priss slowly but firmly slid the phallus into her rectum.
"There," Priss said. "Now then, you slut," Priss chuckled, "if
you thought you were cumming hard before, it's time for you to hit
hyperspeed! WARP DRIVE ENGAGED! A-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" she giggled evilly,
switching both vibrators on and turning the intensity up to full
power.
The vibrators hummed in Linna, sending her sensitive inner
parts into rapture, and instantly she went into a frenzy. "OH YES! MY
GOD, SO GOOOD!" she screamed. "GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM AGAIN! OH BUDDHA,
SO GOOD!!" The fire in her loins flowed in waves over her as orgasm
after orgasm took her. Behind her, Priss chuckled at the sight,
fingering her twat as she watched Linna squirm, ass in midair, nipples
rubbing on the carpet.
Nene gently humped Mackie's prick on the bed beside them,
enjoying the show as well. "Oooh, yes, Mackie," she said quietly,
"that looks like so much fun. I'll bet Linna is gonna dry herself out
that way!" As she felt Mackie's prod begin to pulse inside her, she
said, "Ooh, another drink for me? Good boy! Let me just get off-" and
she arose, Mackie's staff sliding out of her cleft.
Mackie's hands flashed up to Nene's thighs, grabbing hold
before she could disengage, and with a thrust he imbedded himself in
her, fucking her like a crazed animal. Nene squirmed in panic, trying
to pull away, even as her body responded with the pounding. "No!
Wait!" she squeaked, breasts bouncing like eager puppies as she
wrestled with Mackie's iron grip on her thighs. "Not like this! Not
yet! I want you in my mouth, not-" Suddenly, she felt her inner
recesses sprayed with Mackie's seed.
The sensation silenced her for one second, and then, the
Mother of All Orgasms (to her) struck. "GAAAH!" she screamed, falling
forward, Mackie still buried in her. "OOOH SHIT!" Mackie kept pounding
into her, driving deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and wider,
driving her absolutely nuts. "NO MORE! Let go of MEEEEEEEEEE!" she
squealed, as the Mother of the Mother of All Orgasms speared her, and
then the Great-Grandma of All Orgasms paid a visit as well. "I can't,
I can't- ohhhhhh, shiiiiit!" she gasped, as she felt the thunder rise
in her as never before...
...and then the Patron Mother Goddess Metaphor of All Orgasms
arose over her worshipper Nene and blessed her with the most
mind-shattering come she had ever experienced. As Nene collapsed
sweating and twitching atop Mackie, the Goddess paused to grant Linna
a similar boon, and just for laughs she granted the finger-fucking
Priss a lesser, but intense, orgasm of her own, before dissappearing
into the collective mindset of Deranged Lemon Writers.
Sylia watched bemused, unaware of the mass hallucination which
passed before her, as the three girls came one after the other and
fell. Crawling over to Linna, she turned off the vibrators and removed
them, licking the cum off the larger one as she did. Finally, she
whispered, "All right, ladies... now for the main event! Priss,
Sweetling, it's your turn."
Priss' eyes opened, and her eyes glanced at the massive cock
sliding out of Nene's crotch. Then, her eyes glanced up to its owner.
Her nipples visibly softened and shrank.
"I can't do it," she whispered.
Act 5
Sylia looked slightly stunned at Priss. "Go on, Sweetling,
it's your turn." she urged. "Remember, this is for Mackie."
"Well, yeah..." Priss said contritely, looking at the groaning
boy on the bed. "But... well... shit, he still turns me off. I can't
even think of-" Her glance slipped back down to his manhood, and she
gasped, "Hey! Is that thing bigger?"
"What?" Sylia took a closer look and gasped. "Let me see
that," she said, scrambling over to the bed. She took Mackie's prick
in her hands, measuring its length, and gasped. Since her turn at him,
his cock had easily added another two inches, maybe three, and it had
grown a bit thicker as well. As she looked it over, it twitched,
spewing out yet another flood of semen over his chest and Sylia's
hands. The orgasm subsided, but Mackie's penis still throbbed, burning
hot, as Sylia let go and backed away. "Uh-oh," she said.
"Uh-oh?" Nene asked. "Isn't that my line?"
"His pituitary gland's been affected. We're out of time."
"What?" Priss couldn't parse the statement.
"Too long and logically implausible to explain," Sylia said.
"Simply put, the fever's put his pituitary gland into hyperdrive to
match his sexual urges. If this keeps up, he'll die from the shock to
his system. You have to break the fever now!"
Nene gaped at Mackie's immense hard-on. "Wow! He's a monster
now! I thought he was getting bigger at the end!"
Priss looked from Mackie's face to his crotch, then his face,
then his cock, stuck on the point of indecision. Mackie was her
friend, she didn't want him to die... she also didn't want to have sex
with the little pervert... but the twitching organ between his legs
called to a hunger which was stirring again in her loins, despite her
revulsion at its owner. "..... I'm gonna need help..." she gasped at
last.
"Here you go!" Nene chirped, handing a vial of 'liquid
courage' with a red stopper to Priss. Priss looked nervously at the
substance. She'd seen what it had done to Sylia and Linna (she'd also
seen that Nene didn't need the stuff to be a total pervert), and quite
frankly it made her nervous. However, she wouldn't be able to touch
Mackie without it. And oh boy, did she want to.
"Bottoms up," she said, and she gulped down the tiny vial of
liquid courage, feeling fire dance through her as it hit her stomach.
Almost instantly, the form before her took on a new look. No longer
was Priss looking at Mackie, renowned pervert and fanboy- this was
Mackie, the one person in the room who could satisfy her raging urges.
"Wow... that stuff is potent," Priss said, and then her hunger
took over. She lunged over the bed, almost swallowing Mackie's cock in her
drug-enhanced desire. To the amazement of the other girls, she began
swallowing Mackie's enhanced length to depths logic stated just
couldn't be possible. Mackie moaned under her, slowly humping against
her face as she sucked.
"I didn't know you made it that strong," Nene whispered to
Sylia.
"I didn't," Sylia said. "That vial just had sugar water in
it."
"If that was just sugar water," Linna whispered, watching as
Priss pulled away from her deep-throat and feverishly worked Mackie's
hard-on over with her tongue, "then I could use some too!" Snatching
Sylia's purse from the bedside, she grabbed an identical vial, chugged
it, and then, eyes flaming with excitement, she tackled Sylia, hands
feeling up the elder Stingray's still- sopping twat.
"Hey," Nene whined, reflexively rubbing her thighs together,
"what about me?"
"Get your own love potion!" Sylia hissed as Linna's fingers
played havoc with her pleasure centers. One hand was feeling up
Sylia's sensitive knockers, while the other traced her labia and
flirted with her clitoris. As one moistened digit snuck down and
did a quick exploration of her asshole, Sylia moaned loudly, unable
to do more than rock back and forth on her hands and knees and enjoy
Linna's ministrations.
Nene watched anxiously, looking for some way of participating
in the fun. Linna and Sylia appeared to be occupied with each other,
and at the moment Priss was monopolizing Mackie with a single-minded
passion. Rubbing her pussy absently, Nene sat and watched, waiting for
a chance to join in.
Priss slurped frantically at Mackie's prod. Somehow, she had
to quench the fires burning inside her, and her instincts told her the
object she was currently lubricating with her saliva was the key. As
her tongue and lips ran up and down the immense length, her hand
massaged her pussy, stoking the fires still further. Waves of heat ran
across her body, gravitating to her breasts, her crotch, and her ass.
Gasping for breath, she climbed onto the bed, kissing Mackie's cock as
long as she could, and then she straddled him and, slowly, gently,
eased her cunt onto him.
Priss gasped as her vaginal walls were stretched to their
limits, and maybe beyond. With every inch sliding into her red-hot
twat, Priss felt incredible pleasure, and she knew her first orgasm
was only moments away. Slowly, timidly, she began rocking back and
forth slightly on Mackie's length, acclimating herself to the
incredible sense of fullness she felt. In and out slid Mackie's rod,
slowly driving Priss insane with desire.
Priss gasped as she felt hands gripping her breasts, tracing
the outline of her aurolae. Mackie groaned and squeezed her Charmin
mercilessly, and the mixed pain and pleasure sent Priss wild. Moaning
incoherently, she sped up her humping, driving Mackie as deep as she
could into her cunt.
"Ne, Priss," Nene whined from the floor, "move over, I need
some too." Climbing up over Mackie's head, she placed her pudenda
right over Mackie's lips, and it didn't take long for him, even in his
near-comatose state, to take the hint and dig in. As Mackie slurped
and smacked away at Nene's sweet-bun, Priss leaned up slightly and
began working over Nene's bosom, driving the redhead's passion into
high gear.
"Mmmm, Nene, I love how your tits taste!" Priss moaned,
nibbling at Nene's nipples between groans. Nene gasped and ground her
crotch harder against Mackie's face, sending love juices overflowing
down his chin and cheeks. The three lovers humped wildly, racing each
other towards release.
Priss climaxed first. Rearing back from Nene's breasts, she
howled, "FUCK! FUCK! OHHH, FUUUUCK ME!!!" Mackie grunted, slamming
harder and harder into her, until finally he went stiff, shooting his
nth load of sperm into Priss' depths. Nene humped, fingered, and
fondled herself, but without Mackie and Priss to help her, the orgasm
she'd been seeking eluded her.
Priss slid off Mackie's rod, which was now visibly pulsating,
veins standing out on its length. "Oh, man," she groaned, "he's not
done YET?!?"
Sylia pulled away from a groaning Linna, gasping as Linna's
hands were torn away from her sensitive breasts. Examining Mackie
quickly, she smiled and said, "I think we've almost got him. One more
good spooge ought to do it."
She left unspoken the real truth: one more had -better- do it.
Mackie wouldn't last long enough for a second try if this one failed.
Priss looked at Mackie's enormous love monster. "I don't know
if my pussy can take that thing again," she groaned.
"Well, then, sweetling," Sylia smiled, rubbing Priss' cunt and
lubing up her anus, "we'll just have to use another hole."
Priss gasped as Sylia's fingers invaded her rectum, slicking
up the hole for use. The need for cock returned in force, and Priss
reached down and began stroking Mackie's penis, preparing herself for
penetration.
Nene watched, moaning as Mackie began to give attention to her
twat once more, while Priss raised her ass and aimed Mackie's prod at
her twitching, well-lubricated bunghole. Slowly, slowly, Priss brought
herself down, making contact with the cockhead, and then timidly
sliding the tip into her ass. Gasping with the pain, Priss bit her
lip, but she kept shoving, centimeter after centimeter of cock shoving
the walls of her rectum outward.
Finally, with about half of Mackie's cock in her butt, Priss
stopped and gasped for breath. Without a doubt, she had never felt so
incredibly full in her life. Her spinchter was stretched painfully
wide, but at the same time the feel of being penetrated, so wickedly,
by _so_ fucking_ much_ cock_ turned her on beyond belief. For a long
moment, Priss couldn't move.
Then, Sylia bent backwards over the foot of the bed and began
licking at the edges of Priss' labia gently, teasing her cunt. Priss
gasped, and then instinctively she shoved back onto Mackie's prick,
shoving the rest of it into her in one hard stroke.
"YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHH!!" she shouted, tears of pain and pleasure
streaking her face, as she came wildly.
Mackie moaned at the incredible pressure on his cock, like
nothing he'd ever felt before...
... and his eyes fluttered open, and through a mouthful of
Nene's twat he gasped, "Whmff... grfffmn... rrmmmnn?"
Nene heard Mackie's muff-muffled voice, and she rose up long
enough to see his face screwed up in a confused expression, made all
the more ludicrous by the layers of female cum on his lips and cheeks.
"Shh! Just lay back and enjoy, we're saving your life!" Nene giggled,
and without further comment she returned her quim to its roost above
Mackie's tongue.
Sylia was enjoying every moment of the experience. The two
forbidden lusts of her life were fucking, and she was there eating
Priss's pussy, which to her was the sweetest pastry ever known to Man.
Or Woman, she giggled, considering Priss' probably limited experience.
Under her expert tongue, Priss' cunt was responding incredibly well,
and Sylia's own nest was growing hotter and hotter.
The humming noise she heard behind her at about that point
seemed to Sylia to be the most wonderful noise created. Reaching a
hand back to spread her cunt lips wide, she raised her ass
expectantly, and she was rewarded by Linna's quick insertion of the
large, ribbed vibrator into her dripping pussy. A second hum indicated
she'd saved a vibrator for herself.
Priss screamed with orgasm after orgasm. "OOOOH! SO FULL! GOD,
I CAN'T TAKE IT! OH GOOOOOOOD!" she yelled, as Mackie's rod buggered
her. "OOOHH, YES! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me behind the ear! Just
FUCKING FUUUUUUUUUK! MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Nene moaned as Mackie's tongue sought out her inner depths,
popping out now and then to caress her clit. Every flicker of his
magic touch sent Nene into quiet convulsions, building one after the
other in an erotic crescendo. Massaging her tits, Nene rocked back and
forth on his face, rushing as fast as she could to orgasm.
Finally, Mackie bit down onto Nene's clit, and the mild pain
capped the tidal wave of ecstacy. Moaning, she spasmed in orgasm,
falling forward and accidentally shoving Priss down harder than ever
on Mackie's cock.
For a long second, nobody moved.
Then, Priss shouted, "COME!" standing up on the bed, breasts
in her hands, as Mackie's newly immense member slid out of her ass,
already firing off a steady stream of semen. The cum hit Sylia's face,
who howled her delight as the vibrator helped her over the hump to her
own orgasm. Finally, Linna screamed her own delight as she frigged
herself to climax.
Exhausted, the Knight Sabers fell over each other, allowing
afterglow to fade into sleep.
For the first time in nearly a day, Mackie's cock was totally
limp... and he was surrounded by four sweaty, cum-drenched naked
women.
There's a bit of irony in there somewhere.
Pity none of them were conscious to observe it.
Epilogue
Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep.
Sylia stirred from her position under the foot of the bed.
Barely awake, she crawled over to the pile of clothes she'd taken off
an eternity of orgasms ago, rummaged through it for her pager.
Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-be-bip bip!
Sylia shut the pager off and set it to vibrate. Then, as an
afterthought, she checked the time.
1:07 AM.
Sylia shook her head. When they'd begun, it had been early
afternoon, no later than three o'clock. She'd lost track of time after
the sex had begun, but even so...
"Come on, children, time to wake up," she grumbled, shaking
one sleeping body after another. Slowly, shakily, the other Knight
Sabers pulled themselves onto their hands and knees, then sitting,
exhausted by the incredible sexual experience they had just
experienced.
"Owwww... my head..." Nene whimpered.
"I'm so fucking -sore.-" Priss grumbled, crawling off the bed.
"I smell awful!" Linna griped. "What the hell were we all
doing?" Moments after she said the words, Linna's eyes widened as she
remembered exactly what had happened. The same light of understanding
was mirrored in the others' faces. Slowly, the full realization of
what they had done sank in.
"I fucked... my own brother..." Sylia murmured, staring at the
unconscious form lying completely limp on the half-broken bed.
"I... fucked... Mackie Stingray," Priss gasped, reaching down
and wiping a glob of congealed cum from her pussy.
"I... lost my virginity... to... Nene," Linna whispered,
quivering.
"You know what? I wanna do it all again!" Nene said, looking
at the other women half-innocently, half-excitedly.
Slowly, smiles spread around the room. At last, Priss said,
"Hey, Sylia can you trigger that thing Mackie had again?"
-THE END-
(and now, some unnecessary author blathering by Kris Overstreet.)
Ah, so you made it through the whole thing.
Let me say one thing: SUKEBE!! };-{D
Ahem. Anyway, despite Larry's apparent insistence to blame
this entirely on me, I must point out that it was his idea which
prompted the project. After all, I'm not even that big a fan of BGC.
I've seen the series, to be sure, and there are several fanfics I'm
fond of, but in general BGC has never inspired that intense a response
in me. It took a true otaku- Larry- to take a point from Adam Warren's
take on the Knight Sabers and turn it into the plot for a true
perv-o-rama. }:-{D
Anyway, working on this project was interesting on many
levels, as you might imagine. Among other things, it was intriguing to
see how Larry's writing style and mine interacted. (My writing style,
for instance, consisting of nagging my partner on multiple occasions
to do something with his stuff- and then stalling for months on the
editing chores when he does turn it in.)
Larry and I are two different types of writer of course, and
the difference is made blatantly obvious in this work. For example,
Larry would write a candlelight dinner scene in which the two
participants would eat, exchange meaningful love dialogue, and then
walk quietly off to the bedroom for some gentle and tender
lovemaking... whereas I would have the female mention that the meal
didn't include the minimum daily requirement of pussy, and well you
can see where that goes from there.
Blame it on mental illness, blame it on being a product of a
broken home, blame it on the mass media, blame it on Senator Exon if
it makes you feel better... but simply put, I don't believe there is a
valid reason to write a graphic sex scene in a story unless that sex
scene -is- the story. And if it is the entire story, it -deserves- to
be silly, dammit.
And by the way, should Larry and I decide to do a sequel (ha!
fat chance!) don't be surprised to see that line in there.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed that little bit of sicko silliness.
Don't ask for more, there ain't any. };-{D
---Kris Overstreet