This meant that I was probably doing my best impersonation of a deer in the headlights.
"Hurry up Ames, or you won't get to have fun with Vi~cky"
Taylor's singsong voice snapped me out of my daze.
"It's umm, my power's biokinesis."
There, I said it. Now we can move-
"Can you grow me a dick?"
That was Vicky.
"I told Tay about the difference between lesbian and straight sex, but I can't really show her without a dick. Sure, there's strapons and all that, but it just isn't the same."
My brain shut down again. There was no reaction available. Everything about this was so far beyond what I had ever expected out of my life that there was no way I could react normally. I barely even heard the rustling of cloth behind me. It took me a long while to bridge the gap between hearing it and figuring out just what it meant, long enough that when the implications dawned on me they were accompanied by a reenactment of the scene when I came into the room.
The one where Taylor fondled me from behind while pressing herself against me.
Except this time, it was Vicky.
I'd say I got wetter if I wasn't already drenched.
"Umm... yeah. I could..."
"Great! Now, here's the hard part."
Taylor giggled a little.
"Huh? Oh, I get it. That's why I love you Tay."
"You mean that's why you make love to me, right?"
"Same difference. Anyways, Ames, do you want your first time with me to be with or without a dick?"
This was more along the lines of my old fantasies. I mean, usually I'd do it without asking and then she'd punish me... I usually didn't last long after that.
"With. Definitely with."
"As long as you suck Tay's dick."
Ok. I was beginning to think that the weirdest had past. Nope. My sister wanted me to grow both her and her girlfriend a dick so I could be fucked by one and suck the other. This was probably their normal. I mean, they had mentioned bondage and roleplay earlier and that was just casual examples.
"Well... umm... Why not?"
"That's the spirit!"
As I began growing Vicky a dick behind me, Taylor motioned vaguely at her crotch.
I got a bad idea.
I bent over on all fours and sucked on her clit before moving to a spot just above it. As I started making her penis I made it look like I was sucking it out of her. I hoped it look sexy. At least I knew she was aroused.
Right about the time I finished Taylor's penis, Vicky entered me from behind. I started sucking Taylor off, doing my best to get as much of her into my mouth as I could. I slowly made Vicky's dick larger and longer behind me until it was just the right size. Vicky was thrusting in and out of me the whole time, apparently not disrupted by the slow changes I made. I did my best to match my movements to hers, taking Taylor as deep as I could on every one of Vicky's thrusts.
I knew that the only reason I hadn't taken Taylor all the way in was my own throat muscles. Biology was my domain, it's not like I would miss something like that. As Taylor put her hands on the back of my head I gathered the courage to relax my throat and let her all the way in.
It payed off.
I hadn't made normal semen when I built Vicky and Taylor's dicks, no that would be too boring. Instead, I made a sort of salve that would help me recover from the pounding I was getting. Since I didn't know precisely how semen was supposed to taste, I just gave it a nice savory flavor that didn't really have any natural counterpart. That sounded like the plot to some porno; a taste you could only get by sucking somebody off. I liked it.
All of this meant that when Taylor came I was the first person in history to taste that flavor. As I drank as much as I could I felt Vicky cumming in me from behind, her thrusts slowing down as she finished.
We all ended up lying on our backs in the bed, with Taylor in the middle, me on her left, and Vicky on the other side. It was a while before anyone said anything.
"You guys up for another round?"
That was apparently Taylor's top priority, more sex.
"I'm in. How about you Ames."
"Why not?"
No Fucking About
(автор: Angush)
Preface: An experiment with a post-canon, lezzy smut oneshot starring Bitch and WagTheDog (whose canon name is actually Cassie). Started off with Rachel's POV, but swapped to Cassie for the sex scene. Rachel is harder to write than I expected. I dunno if it really works, but like Cassie says: you never know until you try, right? (3,337 words)
Contains: modestly rough sex, I guess. some biting and pinching.
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"Dinner's ready!" Cassie called.
Rachel gave the dog on her lap one final ruffle, then pushed him off, stood, and headed for the kitchen. Cassie was piling mashed potato onto a pair of plates. She glanced up as Rachel entered.
"Hands," Cassie said, pointing with her spoon.
Rachel grunted and moved to the sink, giving her hands a quick scrub in their washbucket. Cassie was a stickler for that shit. Once done, Rachel pulled out her chair and sat while Cassie returned the pot to the stove and doled out the green vegetables. Rachel waited, putting a firm grip on her impatience. Cassie didn't like it when people started eating without her.
Cassie pulled a tray from the grill and dropped a piece of steak on her plate, then a piece on Rachel's. It made Rachel's mouth water. Steak was rare enough to always be something special, and this was char-grilled, just the way she liked it. It smelled good too.
"Where's Janie?" Cassie said.
Rachel shrugged. "Left earlier."
"She did? Where'd she go?"
"Boyfriend's."
"She — what? She's thirteen! Where the hell did she find a boyfriend?"
Rachel shrugged again.
"You think she'll be back tonight?"
"Don't know. No."
"Damn." Cassie tapped her fingers on the bench. She looked toward the grill, at the third piece of steak she'd cooked. "I wish she'd have told me first," Cassie said. "Now that's gonna go to waste."
Rachel looked at the steak. "I'll eat it," she said. "Later. Or we can split it, I don't care."
Cassie nodded. "Okay, great. You can have it. Want me to leave it in the grill, or put it in the cooler?"
"It's fine," Rachel said. "Are you going to sit down?"
Cassie looked at her. "Oh, shit, sorry." Cassie dropped her tongs in the sink, then sat opposite Rachel and scooted her chair forward. Their knees bumped together. The table wasn't very big. Cassie picked up her knife and fork. "Thanks for waiting."
Rachel grunted, then dug in, picking up the steak with her hands and tearing into it with her teeth. The only cutlery on her side of the table was a fork, for the potato. No knife. Cassie knew Rachel didn't use those.
The steak was delicious.
They ate mostly in silence, broken only by the dogs barking outside and the clinking and scraping of Cassie's knife and fork on her plate. Rachel liked it that way. There was a time for talking and a time for eating. Trying to do both at once was stupid.
Rachel finished off the steak and moved on to the potato, picking up her fork.
"Do you like it?" Cassie said.
Rachel glanced up. Cassie was watching her, cutlery resting on the edges of her plate. Rachel swallowed her mouthful. "It's good," she said. "Good job."
Cassie's cheeks coloured, but she smiled. "Thanks."
"Mm," Rachel grunted. "Now shut up. Talk later."
Cassie laughed and nodded. "Right," she said, picking up her cutlery again.
They continued eating.
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Afterwards, Cassie put the leftovers in a container, then started scrubbing the pots and utensils while Rachel devoured the third piece of steak. Rachel finished quickly. She leaned back with a sigh, feeling very full. Cassie grabbed her plate and gave it a wash too, throwing the bones into the trash — they were too small for the dogs to chew safely.
Rachel watched her work. "Where'd you get the meat?"
Cassie glanced over her shoulder. "Those two guys that came through yesterday," she said. "Remember them, with the pack mules and the bird cages? I bought a couple turkeys for the kids down at the shelter, and saw they had a few of these cuts on ice. Picked them up in Dali, they said. I bought them. Paid a good premium. I thought having a nice steak might make you feel better."
Rachel frowned. "Feel better? About what?"
Cassie looked back again. "Biter."
"What about him?"
"Uh... well, I don't know how you've been doing, since he left. I mean, are you okay? I know how close you two were and all. Can't be easy. You must miss him."
"Because we had sex?"
Cassie's cheeks coloured again. "Uh — you — huh?"
"Is that what you mean?" Rachel said. "We're close `cos we had sex?"
"Err... yeah, I guess. Wasn't he your boyfriend?"
Rachel shook her head. "Not boyfriend. Close is the wrong word. We weren't close. Not into that." She picked at a bit of meat between her teeth. "Just friends. Just sex."
"Huh?" Cassie said, frowning. "How does that work? Like... you just had sex, and that's it?"
Rachel nodded. "When we wanted to. Miss that, maybe. It was fun. He was good at it."
Cassie blushed. "You don't miss him?"
Rachel sighed, and didn't say anything for a minute. It was hard to find the words. "Maybe. He was annoying, but helpful. And fun. Sometimes." She leaned her head back, letting her neck come to rest on the chair. "He still annoys me. I don't understand."
"Don't understand what?"
"Why he left," Rachel growled. Did she have to spell everything out? "It's stupid. Doesn't make sense. We have everything we need, and your fries are good. He's just an idiot." She glared at Cassie. "And you're being annoying."
"Sorry," Cassie said. She went back to her scrubbing.
Rachel sighed. "Food was good. Janie missed out."
Cassie laughed. "Maybe that'll teach her to tell me before she leaves."
"Mm."
Cassie finished scrubbing their plates and stuck them in the rack to dry. Then she grabbed a loose cloth, dipped it in the soap water, and started wiping down the table and bench. Rachel lifted her hands to accommodate.
The dogs barked outside.
"How did it happen, the first time?" Cassie said.
"Huh?"
"You and Biter. How did it happen?"
Rachel tilted her head. "I asked him."
"To have sex?" Cassie said, surprised. "You just... asked?"
Rachel nodded. "Everyone should do that. Easy. Much less complicated. No fucking about."
Cassie paused in her cleaning. She fidgeted for a second, then spoke. "Did you like him?"
"Sometimes. I said that."
"No, I mean, did you like him? Romantically speaking?"
"I don't know," Rachel said. "What's that mean?"
"It's... urgh." Cassie ran a hand through her hair. "It's hard to explain. Um... why did you ask to have sex with him?"
"Because I wanted to."
"Right, okay, but I mean... why did you want to have sex with him?"
Rachel stared at her. "I wanted to have sex. He was there."
Cassie blinked. "That's it?"
"Yeah. What's it matter?"
"I just..." She sighed. "I don't know." She threw her dishcloth into the sink and dropped into her chair. "It just seems like there should be more to it than that."
"Stupid."
"I guess," Cassie chuckled. She looked at Rachel and chewed her lip for a moment. "So... what if I liked someone? What should I do?"
Rachel shrugged. "I don't know. Why are you asking me? Talk to Janie."
"I'm not asking her!" Cassie sounded amused. "She's too young. I just want to know what you think I should do."
"Mm." Rachel folded her arms. "Do you want to fuck them?"
Cassie blushed. A finger reached up to play with the spiked collar around her neck. "Um... y-yeah. I guess."
"Then fuck them." She sniffed. "Easy."
Cassie's cheeks grew even more red. "But... what if they don't like me the same way?"
"Then they're idiots."
Cassie laughed. "And what if I said this person was a girl? I don't know if she'd be... open to the idea. I'm pretty sure she's only been with men."
"Makes no difference," Rachel said. "Fuck who you want to fuck. Doing anything else is a waste of time." She paused, giving Cassie a moment to absorb her words. "Is that it?"
"Uh... yeah," Cassie said. "I suppose that's it. Thanks."
"Mm." Rachel stood. "You finish up here. I'll do the dogs."
"`Kay," Cassie said, then got up and started putting the rest of the leftovers into the cooler.
Rachel headed outside to check on the dogs. They were good. Rachel topped up their water buckets and binned any new shits, scratching chins as she passed.
Cassie came out after a few minutes, and went around saying "Good night" to each dog in turn. Rachel stopped to pet Bastard. He grumbled in his sleep and rolled onto his back. She scratched his belly, making him stretch his arms out and groan.
Cassie walked over. "Good night, Bastard," she whispered, giving him a rub of her own. "See you in the morning." Then she moved on to Sunny.
Rachel watched Cassie for a moment, then glanced down at Bastard. "See you in the morning," Rachel said too. She gave him one final pat, then turned and headed inside.
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Cassie closed the door to her room and moved to her bed, taking care not to stumble in the darkness — though thankfully there wasn't anything to trip her over. She slid into her blankets and settled down, intending to sleep.
Her mind had other ideas.
God, why had she asked that? She was so embarrassed. Could she be any less subtle?
Then again... now that Cassie thought about it, Rachel wouldn't care about subtlety, or romance, or anything like that. She'd appreciate bluntness. Straight-forwardness. She'd said as much, right to Cassie's face.
And Rachel wasn't the kind of person to let a proposition change the way she thought of someone. That wasn't her. She'd either say yes, or she'd say no. If she said no, Cassie could just return to her room and go to sleep. Nothing would change. But if she said yes...
Cassie stood, throwing her blankets back.
No fucking about. Rachel's words.
Cassie left her room and went down the hall, stopping outside Rachel's door. She hesitated, like an idiot. But she steeled herself, thinking about what Rachel had said, and knocked on the door.
Her cheeks were only a little bit red.
"What?"
Rachel's voice.
Cassie opened the door. Rachel stood by her bed, clearly preparing for sleep herself. Cassie crossed the room, trying to keep her steps from giving away how nervous she felt, and stopped in front of Rachel.
Cassie didn't say anything, just staring at Rachel's nose and breathing deep breaths, building her courage. Meeting Rachel's eyes would've been too hard.
