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En-Twinned

Clara and Tara.  They had always been Clara and Tara, twins extraordinaire, inseparable from the day they were born.  Their mother proudly hung a photograph of the two girls, tiny and newborn, their eyes tightly shut and their tiny hands intertwined.

Clara yawned and sat up, her perky breasts swaying on her chest as she leaned over the lump beside her.  "Morning, Tara.“

Tara’s green eyes fluttered open.  "Morning, Clara.”

Clara leaned down and nibbled her sister’s ear.  "Are you ready to get up yet?  Cause it’s Saturday and I’m not.“

"Awww.”  Tara rolled over, pushing herself up on one elbow to smile coyly at her sibling.  "Are you a horny girl?“

"Maaaybe.”  Clara tried to arrange her features demurely, but Tara was laughing.

“Darling.  Don’t.  Just be yourself.  That’s what I love about you.”  She cupped her twin’s chin in her hand and tilted her face so their eyes met.  "Really.  You.“

Clara moved so their lips brushed, barely at first, then with more ferocity.  Tara’s hand slid up Clara’s bare leg, stopping when it encountered the insignificant barrier of Clara’s pink thong.  Nibbling Clara’s lip, Tara maneuvered her fingers to remove the thong in one swift tug.

"Mmm, you’re brilliant,” Clara murmured, her lip caught between Tara’s teeth.  "You’re going to make some little boy a very happy man.“

"Maybe,” Tara said, rolling onto her stomach and tugging back the covers so her sister’s bright, short-cropped hairs were visible.  Lazily tracing the outline of Clara’s mound with a red-tipped nail, she added, “Or maybe I’ll just stick with the one who makes me happy.”

“Sissy.”  Clara planted a kiss on the top of Tara’s bright blue hair.  "No promises you can’t keep if you’ve got the butterflies.“

"Until then,” Tara said, and buried her face in Clara’s lap.  She sought out the familiar, sweet, sensitive areas with her tongue, stroking them with all the love she could muster.  Clara tossed her head back, leaning against the headboard, and sighed.

“I would miss – ahhhhh! – waking up like this.  No man is as talented – ooohhhhhh – as you.”

Tara’s tongue darted in and out of Clara’s pussy at an impossible speed.  She lifted her head, her chin shining with Clara’s moistness, and grinned almost evilly.  "Nope.  And that’s the secret.  I can be into girls as long as I want and I’ll never be lonely.“

"I will never turn you down,” Clara said with a light laugh.  She pushed her sister so Tara sprawled, hair like a sea-colored halo about her head, her dusky skin contrasting the old quilt they had always shared.  Clara parted Tara’s lower lips with her hand and gazed admiringly for a moment.  "And I’ll always return the favor.“

She swiped her tongue across the length of Tara’s pussy, eliciting a shiver and whimper, and ducked to her work.

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The Vending Machine

There is already someone bent over the open vending machine when I creep down the empty hall with my quarters.  Cursing my bad luck, I stand a few yards away, weighing my options: I can wait until I get home, another five hours and a midnight away, or I can wait until the vending machine attendant is finished and get my goddamn peanut M&Ms.

I watch for another moment.  The man is black, clean-shaven, and appears to be well-built, even squatting down junk food scattered around him.  I’ve seen him before—he’s our regular stocking guy.  Perhaps, I think, palming my quarters, he’ll trade me something for an extra fifty cents.

The coins jangle and the man perks up.  I grumble, but it’s too late.  “Hi,” I say.

He sizes me up, getting in an extra long, lazy look.  The back of my neck warms.  “Well hello there,” he says, grinning to show very white, very straight teeth.  “I didn’t think anyone was workin’ this late.”

“Just me,” I say with a dramatic sigh.  I chuckle.  “Normally even I don’t indulge in night-owl shifts, but this project has to get done.”

“Ahhh.”  He straightens up, and I realize he is much taller than I am, and that his hands are rough but the calluses are worn down.  “Need some relief?”

“What?”  I almost don’t comprehend what he’s saying, but then I do, and the absence of my jacket is suddenly obvious.  “Oh.  Heh.”  A nervous laugh.  “I mean, I’m at work.  You don’t think—I mean, I guess no one’s—yeah.  Yeah.”   My hands go to my button-down shirt and flick open the top three.  “Take me against the vending machine.”  I kick my flip-flops against the wall.

His whole face beams.  “Yes ma’am.”  He undoes his pants, drops them down to his feet, extends his hand.  “I’m Trevor.”

“Michi,” I say.

He tries out my name and it sounds good coming out in his honey voice.  “Michi.  Pretty name, pretty lady.”

I’m down to a cami and skirt.  The latter I hoist above my waist, revealing the pussy I remembered to shave this morning.  Trevor gazes at it, gives an admiring nod, and then squats down just like he was when I first saw him.  Only this time his mouth is level with my clit, and he takes advantage of this fact.  In seconds I have one hand in his short hair and the other against the wall, and I’m moaning as he swirls my whole lower business with his tongue.

He strokes to both sides of my labia; he pinches my clit between his thick lips and makes me squeal.  Finally, panting, I tap the side of his face gently.  “My turn.”

He obliges, draping his massive, cut cock over the top of his boxers.  I gaze at it for a moment, imagining taking its bulk in my tiny Asian cunt.  “Mmm.  I’ll manage.”  I tilt my eyes upwards and give him a conspiratorial look before taking as much in my mouth as I can.  I gag and he sighs, hands to my hair.  He rocks that way for a while and I experiment with my teeth, my tongue, my palate.

Trevor is grunting with every movement now and he knows he’s close.  He pushes me away and then grabs my wrists, pulling me up and turning me around so my back is to the vending machine in the same movement.  One hand toys with my breasts and the other brings his cock to the right level and he hovers there.

“Ready?” he asks, and I nod.  He pushes in.  He fills me completely; I can feel him pushing into the back of me.  I feel gloriously helpless, pinned against the warm glass of the vending machine.  Trevor flicks wildly at my nipples, his other hand massaging my mound, and then he comes, leaning into me.  I lean back and we feel like one creature, shaking together.

After a second, Trevor plants a kiss on the top of my head.  “Best day at work ever.”

“Agreed.”  I squeeze his elbow and, when he lets me go, start to collect my clothes.  “Hey, maybe I’ll start working later more often.”

“I’d like that,” he says, grinning, and rips the tape off a box of peanut M&Ms.

I laugh and hand him five quarters.  He hands me back a packet and tips an invisible cap.  I head back to my desk with new energy.

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Dimensional Attraction

Velvet touch.  Perfect rhythm.  Pierre closed his eyes and willed her to come all over him.  She obliged, her eyes flying open, her body overloaded.

“Captain!”  The computer’s flat voice cut in with a special note of panic.  “We’re leaking atmosphere!”

Pierre leaped up, flailing to cast aside the simulation.  It collapsed in on itself in a cacophony of scattered light and garbled sound.  “Fuck!  Get it sealed down!”  He groped at the edges of his jumpsuit, trying to force his disappointed cock back inside.

“Don’t bother,” said a silky voice beside him.

Pierre froze.  Someone was standing right behind him, her long-clawed hands draped over his shoulders like the ends of a very sharp scarf.  Her breath, like rose petals and old books, prickled at the spot just behind his ear.

There were no females, human or alien, on board his ship beyond the models contained in the AI for virtual reality.  He steeled himself against the distinct possibility of death as he turned around.

She was incandescent: sparks showered all around her, but these winked out of existence before they came into contact with anything real.  Her whole slender, black-clad body—or was she clad?  It could have been downy fur—shimmered as if not quite present.  If her claws hadn’t been digging into his neck, Pierre would have guessed she was a hologram.

“Down, boy,” she purred, and he tumbled back into the simulation chair.  Instantly she was straddling him, rubbing her tight-wrapped crotch against his cock, still dangling out of the jumpsuit.  Pierre shuddered towards her.

“Who the hell—”

“An inter-dimensional being hell-bent on getting laid.  Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”  The creature began to peel off her own suit, and Pierre saw that she did indeed have fur, but it was a rich blue and curled in tight kinks.  He reached up a hand without thinking and touched it; she hissed and snapped at his fingers, her teeth puncturing the air where his skin had been seconds before.

“You’ll break the slipstream,” she mewled.  “I’m riding behind a warship.  I’ve got about…”  She glanced down at something on her wrist, though Pierre saw nothing there.  “Forty-five seconds.”

He shrugged and tugged at his cock, his eyes taking her in.  She had no reason to be here, on his ship—there were hundreds within range, silently orbiting the Zeus station.  As if in answer to his unspoken question, she said, “Size matters,” and then settled her entrance right over the tip of his cock.

There was an audible rush of air, and he found himself sucked up inside of her.  He flinched, expecting pain, but instead a very active set of muscles rippled up and down the length of his shaft, bringing him to the brink in seconds.

“Aahhwraanbeffflisshhhhh,” he attempted.  The creature grinned and buckled down to the business of riding him.  Pierre fell into it, relishing the touch of real flesh instead of the half-hearted squeeze of a simulation; his head lolled on the simulation chair and he tried to size her up, figure out what kind of a being she was, whatever he could think of not to come too soon.

Her claws were dangerously close to puncturing his skin, but rested lightly enough that she never drew blood.  Still, she raked them down his sides, drawing responses from nerves he had never even known were in his body.  Suddenly, she rippled and faded, almost gone, her face contorting as her vagina tightened around him.

“Gods!” she screeched, and as Pierre’s whole body rippled with an orgasm, the tension released from his cock and he spurted into the air.  There was only a lingering scent of roses and ancient pages as the roar of a warship passed by.

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On Your Knees

Kenza slumped through the doorway and tossed her shoulderbag onto the couch.  It fell open and her new library books tumbled onto the floor.  "Shit,“ she said, kneeling to pick them up.

Orion’s soft footfalls made her glance up and clutch the books to her chest.  He yawned and rubbed at his scruff, taking her in.  A slow smile spread across his face.

"Home so soon?”

“Yes sir,” Kenza mumbled, trying to put the books back into the bag.  "Didn’t mean to wake you.“

"Well.  Now that you have,” Orion said, sprawling on the couch with his legs open, letting his cock dangle from the gaping leg hole, “you can make up for it.”

“Yes sir.”  Kenza pushed the last of the books out of sight.  Orion’s eyebrow rose.

“What did you check out?”

“Nothing,” she started, but then shook her head and said instead, “Technique books.”

“Oh?  Technique on what?”

Kenza slowly raised her eyes, finally letting a little mischief dance in her eyes.  "Better serving you.“

"Oh.  Oh I see.  Well.”  Orion threaded his hands behind his head and gazed back at the ceiling.  "I assume you pawed through them while you were browsing.  Why don’t you get up here and show me what you’ve learned?“

Kenza took her hair down and contained herself between his open legs.  She tugged at his waistline and he obligingly sat up enough for her to slip off the boxers.  His cock lay against his thigh, dark and warming.  She put her lips to the head and began to swirl her tongue.

Orion suddenly twitched.  Kenza froze, worried she had done something wrong, but then he had his fingers under her chin, gently tilting her head back to study her face.  "Hey.  Are you okay?”

The facade was gone.  A tear slipped down Kenza’s cheek.  "No.  Not really.“

Orion sized her up for a moment longer, then nodded decisively.  "Okay.  Then you can tell me about it after you finish with me.”

Warmth spread through Kenza; her dom – the love of her life – always knew exactly what she needed and when.  "Yes sir.“

"On your knees, bitch,” he said, and pushed her forward, pulling her yoga pants and thong down her ass.  Kenza closed her eyes, smiling and wincing at the same time.  He slapped her on each cheek, then licked his hand and dragged it across her pussy to moisten it.

“Take it,” Orion said, and thrust into her.

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The Preacher’s Daughter

Svetlana glowered at the droplet of sweat threatening to tumble down into her eyes.  She tried to blow at it but it stubbornly danced to the edge of her eyebrow, then plunked down on her cheek.  She sighed and prodded at another piece of garbage.

Community service was stupid, when you got down to it, especially as a punishment for bad behavior.  Svetlana refused to call it anything else.  Bad behavior just sounded so ridiculous.

“Hey, hon, you want a drink?”

The sweet voice caught her attention and she jerked her iPhone’s headphones out with an elbow.  "What?“

A pretty red-headed girl, tall and slender and dressed in a very modest green dress, stood at the doorway of the nearby church.  She waved, ensuring she had Svetlana’s attention, then cupped her hands over her mouth.  "I have lemonade!  Inside.”  She gestured and then vanished inside the church.

Svetlana narrowed her eyes.  The day was oppressive, but she had an irrational fear of all things religious.  But.  The girl was cute, whoever she was, and maybe she could drag out a break to cover some of the pesky required hours.

She left her stick and bags where they were and sprinted across the ditch to the church door.  Inside it was quiet and cool and smelled like old people.  She sighed and made for the one visible light, which turned out to be illuminating a kitchenette.

The girl was standing over the sink, pouring lemonade from a pitcher into two Dixie cups.  Svetlana could not contain her chuckle.  "Are those for midgets?“

"Sorry,” the girl said quickly, turning an apologetic smile towards her guest.  "They’re the kids’ cups.  It’s all I’ve got.  I can always top you off!  I’m Esther, by the way.“

"Esther,” Svetlana repeated, then held out her hand.  "Svetlana.  Resident punk.“

Esther laughed, and Svetlana found herself warming everywhere at the sound.  "I’m the preacher’s daughter, but there’s no need to pretend you’re awful.”  She reached for the pitcher again, but this time she spilled one of the little cups across her chest.  The dress immediately became see-through and clung to her skin.  "Oh gosh,“ she said, and rested her forearm between her breasts as if to preserve her modesty.

Svetlana’s eyebrows rose.  "My fault.  Want help?”

“Sure.  Yech.  It’s all sticky.”  Esther began to shrug out of her dress, and Svetlana almost withdrew her helping hands.  Almost.  She felt Esther’s silky-smooth skin as she lifted the sopping dress over the other girl’s head and left her standing there in granny panties and a loose camisole.  Somehow, it was the most adorable thing Svetlana had ever seen.

She realized she was posing against the counter.  "Hey,“ she said suddenly, as if just thinking of it, "can I kiss you?”

Esther turned hot pink, but the blush crept down her body and Svetlana knew she was not against the idea.  "I mustn’t,“ the preacher’s daughter said softly.  "It’s against God’s – ”

Svetlana crossed the distance between them and planted her lips very firmly on Esther’s.  She wanted to search out the girl’s tongue with hers, but restrained herself, waiting for a reaction.  Esther stiffened at first, but as Svetlana did not move away she began to relax.

They broke away for breath, both panting.

“Gosh,” Esther said again, and then in a move that seemed almost practiced, she reached to put her fingers under Svetlana’s chin.  "I’d best try again.  Just to see if that’s really – what God – didn’t…“

And she kissed Svetlana again.  They came together, body to body, keenly aware of sweat and lemonade.  Svetlana thought about how Esther tasted like lemons and sweetness, and she trailed her tongue hungrily along the other’s girl’s chin.

"May I?” she asked as she slowly crouched.  Esther bit her lip, nodded.

“Forgive me, God,” she whispered as Svetlana slipped her hand inside her panties.

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Allies

Jim was falling asleep over his half-emptied pint of beer, his forehead dotted with foam from the rim.  A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he started, his hand flying to his empty holster before he remembered he had left his sidearm back at the camp.

His alarm faded as he peered up at Lily the barmaid, a busty Scottish implant who had come down to take over her cousin’s pub when he joined the British ranks.  She smiled at him.  "Ach, poor Jim, too tired tae finish ‘is beer.“

"Tired, cold, and lonely,” Jim said morosely, patting the side of his glass.  "Right now in Mississippi it’s gettin’ warm and here I am.“

"Yer doin’ great things,” Lily reassured him, bending even lower so that his line of sight was filled with her pale breasts.  Escaped strands of her red-brown hair tickled them so the barely-visible nipples puckered.  "I ‘ave tae say, ye deserve better than yer cold room.  Wish tae join me?“

New energy rushed through Jim’s limbs.  "In fact I do, ma’am.”

“Lily,” she corrected with a laugh, “it’s Lily.”

She pointed towards a door in the back and went to turn the sign at the entrance to CLOSED.  Then she shooed him into the back, where there was a small cot and a generous pile of wool blankets.

Jim suddenly found himself self-conscious.  He hadn’t been with a woman in months – years, if you didn’t count the farewell blowjob his high school crush Miriam had given him before deployment.  He swallowed hard, taking in Lily’s ample form as she undid the fasteners on her dress and her breasts swung free.

She reached for him.  "C’mere, love,“ she said, and guided his mouth to her.  Grateful for the instruction, he lapped at the hardening nipple, nibbling it so Lily squealed.  After a moment, she gave him a hearty shove and he fell backwards onto the cot.

"Pants off,” she ordered, and he scrambled to obey.  He took his cock in one hand and was about to warm up when Lily slapped the hand away.  She reached up and caught all her hair in one hand, then leaned dramatically over him and swirled her tongue down the length of his cock.  Jim arched his back and struggled to keep from coming – so long with so little time to touch himself, and he was ready to explode.

But he waited until Lily tugged her dress over her head and swung her pale white legs to either side of him.  She put her hands beneath his uniform and clutched at his chest.  "Mmm, do I love a hairy man,“ she said, muffled, into the top of his head.  Planting a kiss there, she reached down and slipped him inside of her.

Jim gasped.  She was warm and soft and tight, and already he could feel her relief dribbling between his balls.  He planted his hands firmly in her ass and held her down while thrusting up, and she threw back her head, laughing a wild, warrior-girl laugh.

"Ahhhch, dear sweet Lord above, but I needed tae fuck,” she said between laughs, and Jim clenched his teeth and shot into her.  He held on, unwilling to let go, until the spots faded from his eyes.

Lily patted his stomach and smiled.  "Good fer ye.  Now yer gonna suck my clit, love, for I still ‘ave tae get somethin’ out o’ this.“

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A Matter of Ass

There were three bare asses in a row, the girls bent over a railing, their heads together and giggling as they waited.  The girl from the front desk touched Whippet’s elbow.  "It’ll be those three.  Showers are in the back, towels on the shelves, and just wrap yourself up and stand over there and warm up. Seriously.  You’ll do great.“  She gave him a brilliant smile and was gone.

Whippet gulped and slunk across to the shower room.  He hosed off, trying to stop shaking.  You didn’t even use your real name, he reminded himself.  No one will know.

The towels were big and soft, and he lounged in them for a moment, enjoying the steam from the painfully hot shower before he slipped back into the main room.  The girls hadn’t moved, and their asses jiggled whenever they shifted, beckoning him.  He dropped his hand to his cock and encouraged its hardening.

The doors banged open.  "Right!  So let’s do this.”  The man that Whippet knew as Sam, one of the producers at the studio, crossed the room in three big strides.  "Where’s our man?“  He consulted his clipboard.  "Whippet?”

“Here,” Whippet said in a tiny voice.  Sam glanced up, his eyebrows betraying his skepticism, but he shrugged and made a checkmark.

“Cameras,” Sam said, and the girl from the front desk was at Whippet’s side again.

“This way,” she said, leading him to the three bare asses.  She took his hand and rested it on the first ass, a dark, savory round one.  "Whippet, this is Daisy.“

The girl looked over her shoulder, flashing her very white teeth.  "Hi, Whippet.  You gonna fuck me up the ass today?”

He swallowed again.  "Uh – sure, yeah, I’m gonna – “  He looked to the front desk girl, who gave him an expectant look.  "Fuck you so hard.”

“Oh good,” Daisy said, and turned away to giggle with her co-stars.

“Honey, and Fuschia,” the desk girl said, putting his hand on each ass in turn.  "You’ll love them.  They’re sweethearts.“

"Sweethearts.  Right.”  Whippet fumbled under the towel for his cock.  Someone whipped away the towel and turned a heat lamp towards them.  Whippet found that his shaking was slowing down.

The director cried, “Action!” and the girls wriggled over the railing for a while before they stood and presented themselves to Whippet.  He reached tentatively for their breasts, but soon the timidity was gone as they rubbed their bare flesh against his.

Then Daisy rolled in front of him and presented herself, cheeks spread wide.  Whippet gazed down at the tiny puckered hole and licked his lips.

“Kiss it,” the director called.

Whippet put one hand on each cheek and spread her wide.  He hesitated, then flicked out his tongue.  Daisy’s flavor was sweet and aromatic, completely unoffensive and very arousing.  He worked his way around the perimeter, then someone dashed up and slickened his cock with lube.

He took a deep breath and let her wiggle against him for a moment before he pressed the tip to her hole and pushed in.  She opened to receive him, tightening around his shaft, and he groaned. “Oh god.  Godddd.”

“Mmmm.  I like you right there.  Go deeper in my ass.”

Whippet began to thrust, throwing his head back so he could concentrate.  When he looked down, Daisy’s soft back bobbing in front of him made him clench his nails into her thighs and squeeze.  She whimpered and shivered and Whippet found his vision going red.

Someone pulled him free and hands were on his cock.  He looked down to see Honey and Fuschia working him up and down, grinning.

“Can’t come too soon, lover boy,” Honey said, and he happily leaned into the mercy of their tongues.

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Road Trippin’

Jess passed the pipe discreetly over the center console.  I took it without looking down.  "How’m I doin’?“

"Hang on,” she cautioned, her fingers dancing on my bare arm.  Then a sharp tap.  "Okay go.“

She leaned over and held the wheel steady while we rocked down a straight stretch of freeway, the ‘82 Benz pleased to be running again.  I ducked and took a hit, blowing the smoke out the cracked window.

"Ahhhh.  Much better.”

“Rest stop,” Jess said.  She squirmed in her seat.  "I need to pee.“

My buzz kicked in as we pulled off into the empty parking lot.  I got out enough to lean on the door and air out the car while Jess scampered in and out of the ladies’ side of the shingled building.  I took another hit from the pipe, keeping my eye on teh entrance in case any late-night truckers showed up.  Apparently no one else within a few hundred miles had decided to go for a 2 am ride.

"Boo,” Jess said right in my ear, and I reached out and caught her around the waist.  I planted a huge wet kiss on her temple.

“Hey, cutie.”

“You’re high as fuck, huh.”

“Yup.”

“So c’monnnn,” she said, grabbing my hand and dancing to the back door of our massive car.  I followed her a couple of steps before I realized what she was after.

“Jess!  We’re not allowed.”

“Yes huh.”  Her eyes sparkled.  "I made the last payment just now.  See?“  She held up her mobile phone.  I had to squint to see it, but the Total Amount Due number was unmistakable: $0.00.

We could finally fuck all over our car.

"Hell yeah!” I said and dove, taking her under me so we sprawled across the back seat. She giggled and bit her tongue in concentration as she felt for the door handle with her foot.  I heard it close behind me without even hitting my shoes.  "Nicely done.“

"Make out with me,” she said, putting her hands on my cheeks and pulling me down over her.

I fumbled with her pants in the dim light cast by the one rogue streetlamp until I got to the thong beneath.  I swept the little triangle of fabric aside and fingered her.  She moaned but could hardly have gotten wetter.

“Did you – ”

She put a finger that smelled distinctly of pussy to my lips.  "Shhhh.  Just fuck me.“

"You beautiful slut,” I said and wriggled until I could go down on her.  My tongue drew letters on her clit, slow, thoughtful ones that made her sigh and tremble and ask me what I was spelling.

“Important things,” I said, raising my head and licking my chin.  "Things that I dare not say out loud because maybe this is all just a really cool dream.“

"Okay,” Jess said.  "Then go real slow and I’ll figure it out.“  She rubbed the bare tops of her thighs and giggled nervously.  "And hold the extra tickles or I’ll have no idea.”

Gently, I spelled it out: I W-A-N-T T-H-I-S A-L-W-A-Y-S.  She missed the As and the Y, but I could see from the look of peace on her just-visible features that she had figured it out.

“I love you,” she said, her fingers in my hair.

“Ditto,” I said, and when she threaded her hands through the door handle I began to thrust.

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The Right Department

Nora hugged herself and shivered a little.  The dressing room lounge had a stiff breeze, but she couldn’t return to the warmth of the individual room until she’d picked the rest of the items marked M off the rack.

She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her in just a bra and borrowed underwear – after 8, they closed off the lingerie department and she was left alone to clean up.  Or model what her customers had left behind.

It thrilled her, to know that other pussies had rested on the fabric she slipped on, strangers whose names she would never know but whose bodies had, in a fashion, mingled with hers.  She snatched a last lacy black number and dashed off blushing.

Nora didn’t bother to lock the door and slid the pink thong down her leg with her thumb.  With her other hand, she pinched the black panties off their hangar.

Something moved in the mirror and she frowned faintly, turning to tug the stubborn door closed again against the breeze.  Straightening up, with nothing on below the waist, she came face to face with a girl with short-cropped blonde hair and a hot pink, coy smile.

“No, don’t!” the girl said, laughing, as Nora swallowed her scream and scrambled to recover her modesty with the black underwear.  "Please don’t.  Your ass is adorable.“

"My – ”  Nora’s fingers began to tremble.  Never had she dared admit to anyone but herself that it was the leggy ladies that made her wet.  Certainly she had never pursued a girl, and only dreamed of it with strangers, because knowing her name might make her something to fear.  "I don’t understand,“ she finished, dropping her hands and hoping her flush didn’t make her blotchy.

"Shhh,” the girl said, and slid around the door, locking it behind her.  Her hands still against the wall, she asked, “May I kiss it?”

“Kiss it?”

“Your ass.  I promise, lip to cheek contact only.  It’s just so fucking adorable.  Please?  Butts?  For me?  I’ll be cute.”  And the blonde girl pouted her perfect pink lips and Nora shook harder.

“Okay,” she said in a voice so tiny she didn’t recognize it as hers.

The girl clapped her hands and took two long strides to come up behind Nora.  Even as Nora hugged her own shoulders and tried not to close her eyes, the stranger was down on her knees and her soft lips tingled right at the center, on both cheeks.

Nora sighed.  "Oh,“ she said.

She looked around in the mirror behind her.  The girl had her hands resting on Nora’s thighs, her hair making her look like a mischievous pixie as she smiled back at the glass.  Between Nora’s cheeks rested a bright pink kiss mark.

Nora began to giggle, and it made her wobble, so she reached out for the girl’s hair.  The girl looked up, and Nora’s pussy tightened as she recognized the look in the stranger’s eyes.

"I’m Evi,” the girl said softly, and then it was too late.

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Maximum Input

Hundreds of thousands of applicants to be the first to technologically make out in their car, and we won.

Henry and I were both shivering, our hands wound tightly together, as we stood in the driveway and watched the logo-encrusted van pull in.  Out popped a smiling Latino man, the sort that hosts late-night variety shows.

“Amigos!  I am Jorge. Let me see – you must be Henry,” he said, bobbing Henry’s free hand up and down.  My husband could barely nod.  "And you have got to be the lovely and talented Rosa.  We loved loved loved your essay.  So let’s get this started, eh?“

He and his crew went about pulling parts from their van.  I stood so enraptured with their process and products that I didn’t even notice Henry pull the groaning C230 out of the garage.

"Here she is,” Henry said, an unnatural amount of fondness in his voice as he patted the hood with one hand.  "Our first car.“  He looked at me and smiled.  "She’s pretty special.”

“Wonderful,” Jorge said, and his team descended upon our car like ants to watermelon.

A few hours later, they let us come back outside and sat us in the front seats.  There were now strange apparatuses scattered between our legs, under the seats, and around the instrument panels.  I lifted something that looked like a suction cup on Henry’s side.  "What is all this?“

"Virtual reality,” Jorge said in an eerie sing-song voice as he snapped something down over my eyes.

I was now staring at the inside of the car, but nakedly.  I squeaked and went to cover myself even as I turned to the left, where an equally naked Henry sat looking just as startled as I did.  "Woah,“ he said.

Suddenly the apparatuses came to life.  A long, slender tube snaked its way between my legs and hovered at my entrance.  Henry gulped as the suction cup clamped on to his dick.

"And go,” said Jorge’s disembodied voice; we were completely alone in our virtual world.

The car began to fuck us.

It rocked with the motion of a skilled human being, and Henry and I both drew in our breath at once. My hand went to his.  He reached over and grabbed my shirt front and stroked my tongue with his.  I struggled not to climax too quickly – while strangers were watching, what was I thinking?! – but the car was persistent, and I shuddered around the tube.  Henry’s hand tightened on mine.

“This – is – awesome,” he said, before his words collapsed like a tent and he made noises and the car gently came to a stop.