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Bubblegum Pink: Raging Fires
This 'fic was originally to be called BUBBLE GUM CLIMAX, before it was discovered that the name had already been used. Oopsie.
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 PINK: Raging Fires
Plot coordination by Lawrence Mann
Choreography and gymnastic training by Kris Overstreet
Original character designs by Ken'ichi Sonoda
Based very loosely 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 hadto 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.
***LEMON WARNING!!!***
***GRAPHIC AND SILLY DEPICTIONS OF GRATUITOUS SEX AHEAD!***
***IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DELETE THIS MESSAGE NOW!***
***IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, DELETE THIS MESSAGE NOW!***
***IF YOUR NAME IS MORGAN HOSTETLER, JR., DELETE THIS MESSAGE NOW!***
***I'M REALLY SERIOUS, CRAZY SHIT AHEAD!***
***OKAY, YOU ASKED FOR IT.****
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'sear. "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.
***ATTENTION!***
***YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION, NOT OF SIGHT AND SOUND,
BUT OF NAKED SWEATY BODIES PERFORMING ACTS OF GRAPHIC AND LUDICROUS SEX.***
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MESSAGE NOW!***
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***LAST WARNING, STRANGE THINGS HAPPENING AHEAD!***
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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 aslong 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-hottwat, 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 theincredible 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 shecould 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 pudendaright 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 eachother 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 did no such! -LRM], 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