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 g
ood 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 su
ddenly 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
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 For the longest time, Sylia just stared at the blanked-out
monitor, her breath short, her mouth watering, and her crotch burning.
How long had it been since she'd had a man? How long had it been
since she'd had that kind of passion in her life?
How long before she could have it again?
The next thing she remembered doing with any clarity was
hitting the fast-forward key. There was certainly more. There had
to be.
She needed it. Bad.
The next segment began in near darkness, with light pouring in
through several slits- Sylia recognized it as the view from the inside
of her closet. The viewpoint zoomed in on one slit, through which
could be seen herself and Priss, totally naked and feeling each other
up frantically.
"Oooh... Sylia..." Priss moaned. "My tits are so hot...
please... kiss them..."
Sylia obligingly bent down to suck one nipple, while her hand
began massaging Priss's other breast. "Oh yes, Sweetling, you *are*
hot, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah," Priss moaned as Sylia sucked her teat, "suck it...
mmmm..." Her hands wandered down to Sylia's impressive chest, running
her hands across her cantalopes.
"Mm, so good," Sylia purred, as her hand migrated away from
the singer's chest and down to her crotch. Priss moaned and rocked
slowly back and forth as Sylia's hands began rubbing gently at her
slit. She began kneading Sylia's breasts harder, rubbing her palms
roughly across her erect nipples.
"Ooh, that's so nice, Sweetling," Sylia sighed, rubbing more
firmly. "I bet you'd like to have something in your pussy right now.
Isn't that right?"
"Oh, yeeeeah," Priss moaned, eyes glazing with desire. "Give
it to me... oh, yeah..." She began rocking against Sylia's hand,
coating it with her juices.
Sylia slid her fingers into Priss's sopping cunt, thrusting
slowly in and out. She withdrew her hand and licked the juices off.
"Mmm, you know, I bet what you'd really like is a nice hard cock to
fill up that pussy. What do you think about that, Sweetling?"
Priss smiled lustily at Sylia. "That'd be great. But where are
you going to get a cock from, hmm?"
A sly grin crossed Sylia's face. "Oh, I think there might be
one in my closet somewhere. Let's go check."
"Sure."
Together, the two horny women walked over to the closet. The
view zoomed back into the darkness, only to be totally illuminated a
moment later when the doors slid open, silhouetting two magnificent
bodies.
"See?" Sylia said with a smile. "I told you we'd find one in
here. What do you think, Sweetling?"
Priss glanced down, and the viewpoint followed her glance,
looking down at the proud phallus sticking up from Mackie's crotch.
"I'll take it!" Priss smiled, and she gently grasped the shaft and
began stroking as she led Mackie to the bed.
"Mm, look how hard and thick he is," Sylia purred, pressing
herself against Mackie's back. "So, Mackie," she purred. "Would you
like to fuck Sweetling?"
"You bet," Mackie answered.
Priss leaned over the bed, presenting her ass to him.
Spreading her labia, she cooed, "Come on, stud. Fuck me hard. Fuck me
till I blow apart!"
"Oh yeah..." Mackie grinned, and promptly pushed himself into
Priss's burning depths.
Priss moaned loudly as Mackie's dick began moving in and out
of her hot flesh. "Oh, yeah, stud," she moaned, "if I only knew how
good you were... hmmm... I'd have jumped you the first day we met!"
"Oh man, you're really hot, Priss!" Mackie gasped as he picked
up the pace, kneading her asscheeks with his hands. "Damn, you're so
great!"
"No, stud," Priss moaned, rocking on the bed, matching his
pace, "you're great! You're the best! AHHH! You feel that heat, stud?
You feel all that wetness around you? That's all because of you,
stud. Fuck, you make me so hot!"
"Mm, you think it's hot now, Sweetling," Sylia purred, still
rubbing herself against Mackie's back. "Just wait until he fills you
full of his thick, creamy cum. Would you like that, Sweetling?"
"Oh, YES! YES!" Priss screamed. Her pussy began clenching
around Mackie's rod, juices flowing down from her tight pussy as she
squirmed wildly beneath him. "Oh, yeah, stud! You're making me CUM!
C'mon and fill me! Dump your load inside me! YEAH! FUCK ME!
YEEEAAAAHHH!!"
"You hear that, stud?" Sylia hissed in Mackie's ear. "She
wants it bad. Come on, stud, shoot that hot, thick cum in her tight
pussy! Now!"
Mackie's groaning became louder, and all his muscles tensed up
and spiked as he blasted into Priss like a firehose. "YEEEEAAAH!"
Priss screeched, rearing up and twisting her breasts as Mackie fired
load after load into--
< 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.
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!"
