If it weren't for her knowledge of the human body, Amy would've choked. But the gag reflex was a automatic response like any other, and could be suppressed. Squeeze the left thumb, relax here, press down on this with her free hand... A couple seconds of misery later, the uncomfortable feeling faded away, leaving just the sensation of her sister's cock deep in her throat.
She had made the thing into a ten inch monster, wide enough that she struggled to fit it into her mouth. Glory Girl had switched both hands to Amy's head, and was gleefully pumping away. Each thrust pushed more of her tool into Amy. By the time it was halfway in, Amy could reach up and feel the point where it became visible, bulging out her neck. Just the idea of it had nearly driven her crazy when she had just been masturbating— now, when she could touch her sister's cock through the soft flesh of her throat, one hand was almost a blur as she rubbed at her pussy.
Glory Girl was reaching the midway point between the bottom of Amy's jaw and the start of her collarbone, and the lack of oxygen was beginning to darken her vision. Glory Girl pulled back far enough to allow Amy to take quick, shallow breaths with each thrust, but as she went deeper and deeper, the pauses shortened, until all Amy could get was one quick gasp of air. Then even that was gone, as the last couple of inches made it into her mouth, and Amy's nose was pushed into the neat little triangle of hair at the base of her sister's gigantic shaft. The bulge that represented the overly large cock reached the beginning of her torso, and Glory Girl only pulled back a few inches— she never left Amy's throat. With the edges of her sight disappearing into blackness, her hand moved even faster— the one on her neck squeezed, pressing down on Glory Girl from the outside, drawing another moan and a slit increase in speed from her. The inability to breath made it all so much more exciting, and she reached her climax just as the black overtook the last point of light, convulsively swallowing around her sister's dick, moaning into her crotch.
Suddenly, Glory Girl withdrew completely, leaving Amy gasping. Color swam back into view around her, and if it weren't for one of Glory Girl's hands keeping her up with a firm grip on her hair, she would've collapsed. As it was, it took several moments for her to make sense of the sight before her.
Glory Girl was stroking her penis with rough, quick jerks, her teeth clenched.
"Hah...! You... Don't get... To... Pass out... On me...! Take it!" With a roar, Glory Girl shoved forward, pushing her dick all the way into Amy's open, panting mouth, spearing her from lips to neck in one push. Then she started to spurt.
Amy had designed her sister's testes with two points in mind— infertility, and a completely absurd semen production. The second one was biting her now, as Glory Girl came almost directly into her stomach. Then she began to pull out. As Glory Girl pulled backwards, her volume of liquid failed to decrease, painting the inside of Amy's throat white with each shot. When she finally retreated from her neck entirely, Amy count suite suppress the cough— cum was pushed upwards along with the air. When Amy kept her lips firmly closed, the cum left through the only available route— her nose. A gout of semen left her, covering her upper lip and some of her sisters dick— after, a steady white stream dripped. At this point, Glory Girl had only the tip of her penis inside Amy's mouth, and was still cumming. In no time at all, she bloated Amy's cheeks, and despite her best efforts and repeated swallowing, white trails escaped the corners of her lips. As the spray finally slowed, Glory Girl pulled completely out, and painted her sisters face. The first shot caught her on the brow, and began dripping down immediately. The second draped across her nose, and the third through seventh decorated her cheeks. The final, sad little dribbles ended up on Amy's chest, running down her small amount of cleavage.
Her lungs pumping like bellows, Amy coughed hard, cum almost gushing from her mouth. Bubbles formed at the edges, making a small amount of white froth. When she could finally breathe, she looked up to catch a glimpse of her sister— only to find her staring down at Amy so an expectant grin.
She was also quickly stroking her monster cock back into firmness.
Amy shuddered with a mix of anticipation.
"How does my Slut enjoy the taste of of her sisters cum? Does she like it?" Amy shuddered— the dirty talk sent jolts of pleasure through her stomach each time.
"I loved the taste of your cum, big sister! Will you please fuck my pussy until I'm so bruised I can't walk?" Amy was desperately trying to stick to the script she had imagined so many times in her head, but it was hard enough that she skipped a few lines. She wanted that dick in her. Now.
"I suppose. Turn around, Slut, and get on your knees. You won't be able to move when I'm done!" Amy almost fell over as she switched positions, turning over so quickly her flesh squeaked on the floor. The spray of water had been turned off at some point in he middle of their fun. As a bonus, Amy was able to keep the majority of the cum on her, with only the excess slipping to the floor to splatter across the tile. Once she was on her hands and knees, she heard movement as a glory girl dropped to the floor behind her. She glanced backwards— her sister was limit herself up, one hand on Amy's hip, he other directing her penis. She pressed up against Amy's soaked slit and rubbed once, twice— and then thrust forward.
Amy wasn't a stranger to vaginal penetration. It was embarrassing as all hell to shop at a sex store, but nobody could refuse to sell her anything— she as Panacea, the healer!
Still. The largest dido she had was only barely bigger than vpGlory Girl's thickness— and it capped out at six inches. Each use left her aching for hours afterwards.
Glory Girl was much rougher than she had ever been with herself.
She pushed forward, hitting the previous record of six inches and continuing on. By the time she was done pushing, she had half an inch left outside, and the tip was pressing against Amy's cervix. The position was uncomfortable, slightly painful as never-before-used flesh stretched, and overall it sent Amy into delightful shivers. Then Glory Girl began to fuck her in earnest.
Plunging in and out, each thrust pushed Amy forward, rocking her entire body. The cock smashed into the barrier to her womb with each hit, pushing mixed signals of intense discomfort and pleasure to her brain. Glory Girl was gripping her hips with right hands, sure to leave distinct bruises later, but for now Amy was lost in ecstasy. Her sister was literally fucking her into the ground, as each pounding blow shook her arms until she couldn't take it any more and simply fell forward, leaning into the floor. The cum decorating her squished and slurped as it pooled on the tile, making a variety of sounds as Amy slid back and forth on top of it. Drool mixed with the leftover cum leaked from her mouth, mixing with the soup below her. She could hear the slapping as Glory Girl rammed against her, the sound of thighs meeting her ass and the bouncing of Glory Girl's breasts. Their moans mixed, echoing loudly in the empty room.
Within six minutes, Amy had orgasmed at least as half as many times, and a Glory Girl was approaching her own limit. One, two more thrusts— and then she was flooding her sister's womb with cum, as tightly pressed against Amy's cervix as she was. Amy felt each shot, felt it as she was filled. Soon enough, she felt full and swollen, and Glory Girl's cum leaked backwards, pouring out from the cracks between her cock and the folds of Amy's pussy.
Amy nearly came once again, just picturing the thought of a filled belly bulging out slightly, filled to the brim with Glory Girl's semen.
Pulling out, Glory Girl left Amy to collapse to the floor, pulling back to take several deep breaths. There as a period where both girls just struggled to catch their breath.
Amy stared blankly at the wall as she struggled to process thought higher than just feeling the buzz of pleasure throughout her entire body. Cum leaked like a sieve from her abused slit, running through the slight patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed before it dripped to the floor in a spreading pool. The semen she had slid in was cool, sapping heat and strength from her into the cold floor. Her entire front and one of her sheers were caked in the stuff— part of her hair was soaked in it as well. That had been beyond her wildest dreams— now she just had to modify Glory Girl back—
She was being flipped over. Why was she being flipped over? The image within her head of the body that had popped up as soon as she was touched answered the question p, but she had to see it with her own eyes.
Glory Girl was kneeling, a another erection between her legs. There wasn't any banter, no questions, just the feeling of her leaning in, placing her hands on ever side of Amy's body, and pressing insistently against Amy's ass.
She had tried anal before. It wasn't especially pleasing, but now? She was more than willing to try. A quick tweak to Glory Girl's cock set it to start leaking precum in large quantities. Within seconds, the tight ring of her ass was soaking wet. Glory Girl started to actually penetrate— and for once, she went slowly, taking her time to press in, lubricating each step as Amy struggled to relax.
But Glory Girl couldn't keep it up for long. By the time she was halfway into Amy, she was pressing more and more insistently against the soft, pliant flesh within, barely wiling to refrain from simply thrusting into Amy unrestrained.
When she finally hilted herself, she no longer had to worry about making Amy bleed by fucking unlubricated flesh.
She immediately made up for lost time by beginning to pound Amy as hard as she could, almost shaping the inside of her ass into the outline of her dick by sheer force alone. Amy was feeling more than a little overwhelmed. There was a large, large difference between having a oiled up dildo in her and a warm, thrusting cock. She could feel the heat as it radiated from her sister, and each push deposited more and more precum into the fleshy tunnel of her insides. Soon enough, Glory Girl was pressing in and out of Amy's butt as easily as she had fucked her pussy.
It was too much.
Amy was literally being fucked unconscious. Her vision was blacking out once more, and this time it was from pleasure overload. Glory Girl was showing no signs of stopping, even as Amy rapidly approached orgasm.
When she finally peaked, however, Glory Girl poured shot after shot into Amy's stomach. Somewhere between the fourth and fifth, she finally lost it.
* * *
"Man, I can't believe we fell asleep in the showers!" Victoria twirled around as she entered the Dallon house, happy to be home.
"Yeah. Lucky I woke us up early, right?" Despite her words, Amy was exhausted. She had been woken to the sound of an employee as he entered the bathrooms, and only her frantic exclamation had prevented him from seeing something... Unfortunate.
Currently, Victoria was under the impression that they'd both conked out in the showers after a big workout. Which was true, just not... Exactly how she interpreted it. Still, both of them were fairly tired, and after some scolding from Carol were ready to return to bed.
"I'm happy you came out with me. I can't remember much, but if you said we had fun, I believe it— even if I ended up like this. Night, sis!"
Even as Victoria floated off to her room, yawning, Amy smiled at her back, before yawning and heading towards her own room.
I think... I'd like to do that again some time.
Dressed to Impress
(Автор: Mr_John)
Lisa groaned.
Today was Saturday. Meeting day, where all the Undersiders got together and discussed their territories. She had overextended herself, trying to get some clues on the bastard who had been leaving rubber duckies everywhere in her office— Regent was going to fucking pay, using Imp to cheat— but she really wanted to go. She really, really wanted to go.
Taylor had convinced Panacea to join up with them while the S9 had been in town— thank god they had managed to kill them all— and had spent a lot of time around the poor girl to try and help her. One thing had led to another, and now the two were in a relationship. It was cute and everyone supported the two, but only Taylor and Lisa were aware of something the rest had missed— Panacea was a huge pervert.
For example, the last time they had been in these meetings, Panacea had been on Taylor's right, and had held Taylor's hand on her lap. Out of sight. Grue thought it was cute— Lisa thought it was hilarious the way Panacea had Taylor masturbate her in front of everyone. And she had been catching hints all week— something even bigger would go down today. Lisa had deliberately withheld her power, because she wanted it to be a surprise; she didn't get many of those, especially not funny ones like this.
So she really wanted to go. Even if her head was killing her.
* * *
Lisa was in the meeting room, sitting at the circular table. Tayor, Brian, Parian and Fletchette had shown up on time, as usual, while the others were running late. It happened regularly with Imp, Regent and Bitch, but Panacea being late was unusual.
Then Taylor snapped up in her seat, her eyes looking at something far from here.
"Skitter! Any trouble?" Brain was on top of the situation in seconds— one of the things that had made him leader material back in the day.
"N-no, everything's fine!" Taylor squeaked out. Literally squeaked— her voice was higher pitched than usual. Lisa was tempted to use her power, but yet another stabbing pain through her head as she shifted made her reconsider.
Then the door opened, and Panacea strode in. There was nothing obviously different about her— the same robes as always, and although there as a slight hitch in her stride, she was walking quickly enough. She sat next to Taylor, as usual— the newer chairs had armrests, so there couldn't be any sneaky play under the table. What was Panacea going to do? Lisa could hardly wait.
* * *
Panacea had shifted in her chair several times. Taylor was currently sweating profusely and staring at the wall while Parian went over her profit margin from her business, and how much she was willing to invest in the other's territories. Other than that, not much had happened, and Lisa was becoming insanely curious. Panacea wasn't doing anything obvious, but Taylor wasn't reacting to comments very well—
Panacea shifted in her seat slightly, and Taylor whimpered. Parian halted as everyone turned to Taylor curiously— she was blushing intensely. It took several repetitions of 'its fine, continue' before the meeting was back on track.
