0 comments/ 6034 views/ 15 favorites Flash: Impure As The Driven Snow By: Zev95 "A Hieronymus machine," Harrison Wells droned impatiently, as if he had already explained this a million times before, "is a device that works not through electronic or mechanical means, but through directing the mental, psionic power of the human being operating it. Because of this, it does not necessarily have to be constructed out of any specific material. A scale model or even the schematics are perfectly acceptable. The necessary component—the only necessary component—is the properly trained human mind. That training comes from the importance the mind gives itself. You can't just will the Hieronymus machine to work, it takes an explicit reconditioning of the thought process, a complete shift in mentality." "Is that why you brought a strap-on?" Iris asked. Harrison looked at her with an expression that all but pleaded with her to keep up. "Caitlin, would you kindly... I don't know how to explain it any more simply than that." "What Harry was trying to say," Caitlin started, "—I think—was that just like the human mind gives the Hieronymus machine power, it gives other things power as well. Words or gestures—'I love you, I hate you,' they're just sounds, but we invest them with their power." "And social taboos and rites are the most powerfully invested things in human existence," Harrison said. "The shattering of those taboos, especially for the first time, will unlock your mental prowess in incredible ways, giving the Hieronymus machine more than enough fuel to accomplish the necessary changes to the Multiverse-substratum. Losing your virginity, having sex with a woman, having sex with an African-American—" "I don't see having sex with an African-American as a big deal," Caitlin assured Iris. "A lot of African-Americans are really sexy—I mean, your dad—" "What about my dad?" "Well... 'daddy' is right." "Let's stop," Iris said. "Are we fixing the timeline or aren't we?" Harrison demanded. "I thought you said it was the multiverse that Zoom damaged..." "Space-time continuum," Harrison stressed. "Do I have to explain sex to you as well?" He made a circle with one hand and poked it with his forefinger. "There. Do that. Or would you rather I showed you?" Iris looked at Caitlin. She did much prefer the idea of being with this cute, adorable woman than Harrison's rudeness and hostility. She remembered that late night at the newspaper offices—the sensuous pleasure of Linda's glowing breasts, the lustful perfume that'd filled the air after she'd stripped off Linda's panties... "I guess... it wouldn't be so bad..." Caitlin said, putting an arm around Iris's waist, soft and warm. "We could both promise to be gentle... and I think we're both pretty attractive, right?" "You're pretty attractive," Iris affirmed, leaning in to nuzzle her velvet lips against Caitlin's cheek. "Oh!" "And you shouldn't mind too much—" she whispered in Caitlin's ear. "Seeing as this is what you've wanted all along." "I mean, uh, yes, it was a certain possibility that I didn't discount, but uh, uhhhh..." "You, on the cot, lie flat on your back," Harrison ordered, pointing decisively at Caitlin. "Iris, put on the dildo. You're busting her hymen." "Is that really—I don't think Caitlin's even a virgin." "Hey!" Iris raised her eyebrows in bemused questioning. "Ronnie? Jay?" "Ronnie and I were saving ourselves for marriage. And Jay's a gentleman." "And anyway, I'm sure her anal virginity will do just as well," Harrison said. "I am not having anal sex!" "That's the spirit! Keep that taboo in place!" Iris picked up the dildo. It was at least seven inches long, as wide as a silver dollar. Attached was a harness made from leather straps. She looked over at Caitlin, undressing for the cot—she wore high-waisted shorts that seemed barely fashionable, yet looked good, owing more to the long legs they exposed than to anything in them. There was a zipper on them, running from her waist in the front, down between her legs, and up her bottom. Caitlin had unzipped it all the way, and pulled her panties aside, but with her other hand she covered her pubis with her palm. The unzipped shorts clung to her thighs and buttocks and waist, accentuating her thin, supple body. She still had on a short, thin midi-blouse, but had removed her bra, and her breasts were obvious under the white material. Iris could feel herself flush as her reporter's mind ran through the thinking on that—that Caitlin might want her breasts touched later, didn't want to fidget with her bra then. That she was a little nervous, like Iris, but also aroused enough to want to enjoy that. And without the bra, there wasn't much to keep Iris from her breasts. She could just lift the blouse up from her waist and squeeze those breasts, see if they were as firm as they looked, if the nipples were as hard as they appeared through that thin, white material... Iris looked back down at the harness. She wondered if she'd end up wanting to remove it, being cunt to cunt with Caitlin, maybe having the scientist eat her out... "It's easy," Harrison insisted, stepping behind her, taking the straps, and buckling the first at her waist. "Wait, what are you doing?" Iris asked, dumbfounded, as she felt his hand go between her legs, grab one of the straps and pull it behind her. "What is this?" "Stand still!" Harrison ordered, getting the other strap. He tightened it and said "There! Now get to it!" The huge phallus hung from her groin now, threatening, grotesque. It suddenly seemed so much more serious than kissing and fondling Caitlin as she'd done Linda—uglier, more domineering and callous. "Caitlin, are you sure about this?" Iris asked. Caitlin looked Iris over. The wonderfulness of her body was evident, barely hidden by her tight clothes. And something about the strap-on she wore made her more appealing, cast her in a sexual light that was enough to make Caitlin shiver. She longed to share something with Iris as delicious as the beautiful reporter was. Still—to allow that misshapen baseball bat to enter her body—it was so long and thick, how could she handle it? Caitlin squinted at the appendage. It had to weigh at least four pounds. "It won't hurt." Iris didn't sound convincing. "It's just a bit bigger than Ronnie's; he put his down your throat, remember?" Caitlin gulped. "Yeah, but in my pussy? I'm a virgin!" Iris was too quick in her response: "It won't hurt. You'll see. Eddie didn't hurt me." Caitlin looked deep into Iris's eyes. She trusted that Iris would try not to hurt her, but still... Still, it couldn't get her pregnant and it couldn't get her sick. And it could save the universe. That was the important thing. Caitlin stepped to the bed, lay on her back, and splayed her legs. "Alright then. Let's get it over with." "Better get some Vaseline on it," Harrison told Iris. "Here." He tossed her a jar. Iris greased herself up, making nervous eye contact with Caitlin as she did so. She felt giddy, a little anxious. Caitlin's eyes dropped to her crotch, the dildo jutting out stiffly from her, hiding and emerging in Iris's hands as she smeared it with lubricant. Iris was slowly coming closer as she applied the lube, and Caitlin was able to reach over and take the enormous thing in her shaky hands. "Would you believe that I've never touched a dildo until yours... just now?" Caitlin's voice was soft. When she looked up at Iris, her eyes were shy. "Interesting," Iris said. She felt vulnerable too—stricken by Caitlin's beauty, by her pale, silken skin that contained a glow of health, a surprising voluptuousness in her slender frame. Seeing Caitlin like that, feeling the little stirring against her groin as Caitlin took over lubricating the dildo, Iris's mind felt thick, stoppered. Caitlin opened her hands and looked closer at the dildo, bending down with her trembling breasts slightly extended. "It's kinda... cute, I suppose. All it's meant for is to... make a girl happy. That's nice, right?" Caitlin bit her lip. "I don't... I mean, I've never... done..." "Would you put it in already?" Wells had a burning gleam in his eyes. "She's wet enough!" Caitlin blushed fiercely. "It's not that! It's just—just..." "Better grease yourself up too. Iris, hand her the Vaseline." Iris held out the jar to her and, biting a strip of skin from her lip, Caitlin daubed three fingers with a helping of the stuff. She opened her legs and before Iris's eyes she stroked her delicate pinkness. It was wet to begin with, but now it became glossy with slipperiness, swelling and reddening to match Caitlin's actual blush. "You have a cock," Caitlin tittered, a little slap-happy. "I have a c-cunt... oh, I can hardly say the word..." "Then don't say it, just use it!" The low-key apoplexy that Harrison always seemed on the verge of now seemed to be metastasizing. "Shut up, Harry! She'll use it when she uses it!" Iris snapped, and got a heartfelt look of thanks from Caitlin for her defense. "Here," Iris continued, and put her hand on Caitlin's groin—"Ah!"—she nudged in a finger about an inch and stopped, feeling the virgin tightness through the slick oils, the intense inner heat, the tight grip seeming to try and break her finger. "I... ahhh!" Caitlin moaned. "You wanna stop?" "No... we're not doing anything. We're not." It was clear Caitlin was making justifications. "I'm just learning things. Oh... I'm just figuring things out..." She jiggled on Iris's finger. Iris grabbed Caitlin's hip with her free hand, the warm flesh feeling shockingly good to the touch—dug another finger into Caitlin. Caitlin jerked and gave a little scream, the ruthless penetration throbbing happily inside her. They looked down, saw a little exultation of virgin blood caught in Iris's palm. Iris was inside her now. A previous few glorious inches. "We should stop," Iris said, mainly because she didn't want to. One frayed thread of reason held her back from fucking Caitlin, really fucking her, seeing that expressive face go from conflict to lust and pleasure and satisfaction. She took her hand away. It wasn't so bad. Just a trickle—probably from Caitlin tensing up so much. It was almost lost in the gleam of lubricant and arousal anointing Caitlin's inner thighs. Caitlin touched herself, her finger just inside her sex, trying a circular motion that made her moan. Watching it was sweet agony for Iris. Her breath rushed in her throat, imagining how it felt. "What would you call it?" Caitlin asked. "Where did you touch me?" "Your cunt." "Oh, God—when you say that word, it feels so...!" Caitlin fell back on the cot, legs wide apart. Iris felt like she was the one who was feeling so...! Like Caitlin was seducing her. The virgin making Iris her bitch. Iris looked down at her virginal beauty, her soft face, her slender body and perfect breasts and perfect hips and thighs and cunt and reason snapped. Iris mounted her, positioning the dildo at her vulva. Caitlin took her hand out of the way. They looked at each other, Iris with empathy, Caitlin with assent. Iris pushed. Caitlin screamed suddenly—expecting a certain pain, nothing like this! She backed away from the searing hurt, Iris stopping in alarm. "Caitlin?" Caitlin breathed deep. The sharp bolts of pain subsided, surprisingly fast. Now it just felt... peculiar. She forced a smile. "Go on, Iris... just... gently." Caitlin felt her hunch again—the peculiar feeling intensifying, her inner muscles having to do things she'd never asked of them before. The huge slippery thing eased into her tightness, overcoming muscles, stretching her labia lips to a feeling of odd radiance. "God... God!" Caitlin forced herself to relax—Iris dug herself into Caitlin, shoved. Caitlin gasped as more of her resistant flesh gave way. Warm blood flowed. "Owww... say the word." "Cunt," Iris groaned, feeling an unbidden pleasure in deflowering this beauty. Even without being able to experience her virginal tightness for herself, she could see it written all over Caitlin's face. The woman wouldn't be able to play poker for the world. "Uh!" Caitlin bucked on the penetration. She felt a sudden warm blush inside her. It was still strange, but she liked it. "God, can't stand it—oh!" She bucked once more on the dildo. "Cunt!" Iris grunted. "Shit!" Caitlin's eyes shone with tears, her face grimaced with pain. She wasn't tight anymore. She wasn't tight. The hard, slick cock drove deeper into her, sparking pangs of something exquisite and forceful. What was happening to her? She couldn't be liking this. "Cunt," Iris teased her, "I want your cunt!" Slamming herself into Caitlin with sudden, yielding temptation. Caitlin screamed, her ass clenching, her belly tensed beside Iris's as the dildo sank deep inside her. She couldn't describe what she was feeling—stretching, filling pressure deep within her, at the core of her, Iris's sweaty body lying atop hers, the cold leather base of the dildo brushing against her straining labia lips. It was all in her. She had it all now. "Oohh!" She burst. "What's happening to me!?" Another intense bolt of explosion ran through her as Iris drew the dildo out and slipped it back in. "Fuck me!" Caitlin heard herself cry as she fidgeted and bucked for more of the hardness inside her, the thrusting behind it. She was going mad. She was enjoying this. It was impossible, it was indescribable, it was happening...! "Aaawwww!" She thrashed and flung her legs around Iris's delectable ass, squeezing to force more of the wonderful invasion into her craving, hungering cunt. "Harder! Faster! Ooohhh!" She rutted against Iris like she was completely out of her mind. Iris felt something building inside her as well. The dildo had a miniature, malleable nodule built into it that fit against her swelling clit. Every time she worked the strap-on into Caitlin, the finger twitched and twiddled at her clitoris, softly, enchantingly, but building to a churning volcano of sensation in her groin. Now she knew what it must feel like for a man. Caitlin's scorching thighs were around her waist, embracing her, loving her, begging her for more. Caitlin's arms squeezed her close, and her firm stomach muscles tensed against Iris's as Caitlin urged her to go harder, harder. "Oh! Oh!" The finger hit her clit at just the right angle. Iris felt a glorious burst of rapture squeeze her cunt shut, then spread itself throughout her body. She stopped to catch her breath, hold onto the electric relaxation of it. "No!" Caitlin shouted, pumping her pussy against Iris. "Don't stop! Never stop!" "That's right," Harrison agreed. "Continue the intercourse!" He was circling around them, squatting to stare at the dildo working in Caitlin's virgin cunt, then leaning over them to see their faces as they raced toward frantic climax. "Does he have to be here for this?" Caitlin asked. "Who fucking cares?" Iris replied. The long, easy strokes she was making were pleasing her clitoris like nothing else, getting Caitlin off at the same time. She used her knees to withdraw the soaked dildo from Caitlin's clutching passage, then thrust back in and felt the sweet agitation of the finger hitting her clit, flushing her body in an incandescent flow of fulfillment. Caitlin arched her back at the intrusion, one of her perspiring breasts brushing against Iris's mouth. Iris flung her blouse out of the way and gulped the volatile nipple between her lips, biting hard on it. She thought Caitlin's quiver of ecstasy was made in orgasm. More than anything, Iris wanted to join her in rapturous, volcanic satisfaction. Caitlin tipped her cunt upward, practically giving it to Iris, and the movement forced Iris's teeth off her nipple but brought her own wanting breast over Caitlin's mouth, close enough to feel her heated breath. Out of desperation, Iris reached down, grabbed Caitlin's hair, and forced her mouth to a heated nipple, Caitlin's wet lips smothering the deliriously aroused little nubbin right through her shirt, almost rocketing Iris into orbit. But not quite... if only it weren't for her shirt, her bra...! Iris stroked faster in and out of Caitlin, reaping deleterious relief from the corresponding fingering her clit got. Having her breast sucked on was helping her, making heat blossom in her teat to rival that burning up her core, but it wouldn't... wouldn't... wouldn't bring her off! "Fucking hell! Her frustration must've set Caitlin off. She bit down on Iris's tender breast, clamping her legs over Iris ass's tight enough to hold her still. Caitlin screamed, a warm gush of fluids slapping against Iris's lap. She'd come. Iris had been left wanting. Harrison checked the nearest read-out. "Still not enough juice..." "It feels like plenty to me!" Caitlin gasped. A mist of satisfaction was surrounding her like a blanket. Iris wanted that from her, needed it from her. "Iris, go ahead and fuck Caitlin in the ass." Iris pulled out of Caitlin. "Really?" "Wait, no—" Caitlin said. They talked over each other. "You don't—" "I do, but—" "It'd be for science." "It'd be my ass." "And I need to come so bad..." "So do I..." "You just did!" "Still need to." Caitlin raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile animating her lips. "I'll make you a deal. You can put it back there, buuuuuuut... from now on, whenever I want... whatever I want..." Caitlin grabbed the waistband of Iris's panties, riding high over her slumping pants, and gave it a snap. "Got it?" Iris smiled in relief. "You drive a hard bargain." "You drive a hard cock." Caitlin rolled over then, showing Iris exactly where she could drive it... *** Iris stared at her lover's ass. It wasn't bootylicious or anything—she had a mirror for that—but its very petiteness, the way it seemed impossible for it to contain a dick, even a fake one... and knowing she was going to shove a dildo into it, that made her pussy clench like a fist about to throw a punch. The finger on the base of the strap-on jabbed into her clit with the weight of the jiggling dildo. She shivered, almost coming from the unexpected pleasure. But she knew, somehow, that that wouldn't happen until she was inside Caitlin Snow. "C'mon already," Caitlin whimpered, her own voice breathy, needing. "Stick the damn thing in." Iris dropped to her knees. She kissed over Caitlin's cheeks, enjoying the tang of her sweat, the pungent aroma of her earlier (and current) arousal. "Have to calibrate the instrumentation before we can use it, right doc?" "Right," Harrison said. "Wasn't talking to you." And Iris brought her face between Caitlin's cheeks, spreading them with her hands, baring the pinkened little hole. Her head was reeling as she imagined that hole stuffed with cock. "Yes, Iris, yes," Caitlin sighed. "Get it all wet. All wet before you fuck it." Iris moved in for the kiss, running her tongue up through the crevice, lingering on the hole—soaking it with spit, darting her tongue all around it, all along the little wrinkles of it... "Oh, Iris! Go on. Do it!" Caitlin urged. "Go inside and make it a fuckhole!" Iris didn't, though. She just had to pause and exclaim "Jesus!", because holy shit, Dr. Snow had just said 'fuckhole.' Caitlin looked back, horrified. "I'm sorry, was that—was that insensitive or cultural appropriation or—" "It's fine," Iris assured her. "We're just going to have to practice the dirty talk." "It's a date," Caitlin breathed. With a brief chuckle to herself, Iris plunged her tongue into Caitlin's asshole, wetting it for the huge cock standing at the ready between her legs. She spat into Caitlin's ass, enjoying the delicate gasp Harrison gave, but even more enjoying Caitlin's whimpering sighs of enjoyment. Flash: Impure As The Driven Snow Caitlin shoved her ass back, smacking it into Iris's face as if to drive her away, knowing Iris would never let herself be deterred. She rolled her hips as the rimjob continued, her breasts swinging heavily under her. Iris pulled herself away from Caitlin's ass. She was ready. The finger on her clit had her primed to explode. She positioned herself behind Caitlin, her hand clutching the hard dildo. "Ready?" "I was ready three minutes ago," Caitlin panted. Then she exclaimed "Nnnnn—" through her nose, "NNNN!" Feeling the knob of the dildo, once seeming so small and insubstantial to her lust, now impossibly big as it probed insistently at her anus. She was well-lubricated, though. Before she could react beyond the instinctual noise, that impossibly big head bored its way into her, stretching the ring of her anus further than it had ever gone before. Up came Caitlin's head, eyes full of shock and disbelief, bulging with them. Iris was quick to gauge the force needed for penetration and she gave it to Caitlin, forcing the dildo into her, entering Caitlin's ass with a sudden thudding solidness. Caitlin's mouth opened and closed silently, gulping air like it was water. Her voice finally caught, became the scream that was tensed inside her. "NNNNAAAGGGHHH!" Sweat blossomed over her body like sparks flying from a hot flame, but Iris gave her no respite—knew this had to be done and done fast. Holding Caitlin by the waist, she began hammering into her with strokes that went deep, hard. Caitlin gasped for air; her breath was just gone. It hurt. And it did something else too, something wet and warm and intense within her sex—not touching, not tangible, but a heat from the penetration that pervaded her loins, her body, her soul. To Caitlin's surprise, much of the pain drained away quickly. Her rubbery hole adapted itself to being fucked quickly, just as it had adapted to Iris's tongue. There was a kind of pleasure now—the heat in her groin was becoming more solid, like molten candle wax dripping from the flame in her ass. She moaned with the unsure sensation, her face contorted between pain and pleasure. "Hurt?" Iris asked apologetically. Caitlin nodded, absently licking away the sweat that dripped over her lips. "But good... it hurts... g-good now!" And—gurgling, drooling, throbbing—Caitlin rammed herself back upon the thick, ass-splitting strap-on. Deep growling moans came from her throat, exploding into a scream when Iris rammed back pumping into her, fucking her into wild euphoria. Her anus clung to the cock that was giving her so much joy, sometimes almost seeming to hang onto it. Caitlin squirmed on her hands and knees, thrusting herself up to the dildo brutally jammed in her ass. "Fuck me!" she cried, her voice blown out with lust. "Be the first! First in my ass, first to fuck my ass, fuck me!" "I'll fuck you, Snow!" Iris wailed, her own clit thrumming against the finger that pinned it to her pubic bone. "I'll fuck you so good!" She gritted her teeth and forced herself further into Caitlin's vulnerable ass. Caitlin fucked blindly back onto her own sodomy. "Oh, shit, it feels... so... good!" Saliva ran from her mouth, clotting the corners of her lips. Her eyes rolled up in her head, as if to make way for the tears that spilled out onto her cheeks. Her hips jerked frantically. Iris used her hands, spreading Caitlin's buttocks, eyes pulled to the tiny puckered hole twitching around the dildo. Caitlin was bucking wildly, in a frenzy that grew every second. Her elbows buckled and she crashed forward, face stuffed into her pillow. She reached underneath herself, found her clit, and ground the heel of her hand into it. She moaned dreamily with the tension of it all. "I wanna come, Iris! I wanna come..." Iris gripped her hips harder, fucked her harder. Caitlin shoved back, her ass pounding against Iris's soft belly. They fucked violently at each other, their screaming exhortations filling the air. The exquisite pressure of the drilling cock had Caitlin raving. She swayed her ass, fingers still on her engorged clit, her wet cunt. "Come, Caitlin!" Iris demanded, finding herself being sucked down to a pounding orgasm. Caitlin rocked her hips, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her pussy overflowing. "I'm there! I'm coming!" She virtually threw herself backward, matching the powerful thrusts of Iris's body. "Oh, I'm coming!" Ecstasy bombarded her as Iris filled her ass. She wallowed in the demanding pleasure of having her asshole ravished, seething with depravity, all of her body seeming to be closed tightly around the hulking length of the dildo. Iris, her own orgasm boiling over, savagely tried to find a few more inches inside Caitlin to fill. She speared the strap-on deep, its finger cutting into her clit. Her head snapped back, letting out a decisive scream. She was well aware of how she was masturbating herself with the cock in Caitlin's tight asshole. Watching, Harrison couldn't speak. The pleasure on Caitlin's face told the story. He really hadn't thought she would enjoy it so much. Maybe he should give one of those things a try... nah. Caitlin panted like an animal, muscles stiff, orgasm washing over her spastic body. She quivered uncontrollably, feeling violent eruptions inside her, the tightness of her tension crushing down on whatever restrains she'd had. Her fingers held a death grip on her clit. She felt herself squirt again. Iris reached her peak, hammering away at Caitlin's ass. Her cunt clenched and feelings, wet and warm, flowed out her sex. The finger on her clit was just big enough to destroy her mind. She lunged harder, skewering Caitlin's ass as if trying to hurt her. "Caitlin!" Caitlin heard the orgasm in her voice and was filled with joy. She jerked back, circled her hips, grinding the base of the strap-on into Iris's clit, servicing it the same way she was doing with her own. "Harder, Iris, harder!" "Oh, fuck!" Iris shrieked, watching Caitlin's ass jiggle like Jell-O with every jerk it took. "I can't stop coming!" Caitlin clawed the sheets with one hand, her clit with the other. She worked herself helplessly against the invading cock, a scream gushing from her mouth—new orgasm ripping through her—she collapsed in a heap. "Ooooh, that's good, baby! Oh, that's a big hunk of dick, Iris—so beautiful. Fuck me slowly now, you wonderful—love your hot prick. I love it! Fuck me, Iris! God, I love cock!" Iris circled the cock in Caitlin's asshole, working her clit at the same time with the little finger. Her body stiffened as she felt that same sensitive spot be touched, then she buckled. Came, this time with a silent scream, barely able to even breathe through it. Then, drained, she fell back, her cock coming free of Caitlin's ass like the sword being drawn from the stone. They both lay on the narrow cot, spent, the bedding wet with the leavings of two ended virginities. "Well, that was pointless," Harrison said. "We got the necessary power, but no fluctuation in the read-outs at all, I'm seeing no change in the space-time continuum. Might as well not even bother with the fisting..." He left in a huff, nearly running into Wally as he shoved the door to the lab. As usual, he didn't apologize. Wally poked his head in, scratching at his red hair. Seeing the two women together, he quickly covered his eyes with that same hand. "Oh, sorry—you gals seen Linda anywhere?" "You mean, while we were having strap-on sex?" Iris asked. "No, Flash, she didn't pass through." "We'll keep an eye out for her though," Caitlin said, more mercifully. "Thanks! You want me to close the door behind me?" "That would be nice." Wally closed the door and, for good measure, put up a sign that said 'Do Not Disturb—Experimentation In Progress.' Then chuckled to himself. He thought that was a pretty good one. He'd have to tell Linda about it next time he saw her. "You were wonderful," Caitlin whispered, enjoying how Iris's skin glimmered with the sweat of her exertions. Enjoying even more how it felt as she stroked her hands over the damp, silken curves, trying to calm Iris down from her panting high. "You were everything my pussy wanted—everything my ass wanted, even if it didn't know it wanted it. I loved it, Iris. Just like you did." "Ehh, it was alright," Iris joked. And then, there they were. Iris and Caitlin. Iris's body warm, soft, cradled against Caitlin's, her core still wet from the reaming it had taken. Caitlin kissed Iris before she could go to sleep, watching Iris stir fitfully in arousal. "You keep showing me what your lips taste like," Iris threatened, "and I'll just have to find out how the rest of you tastes." "As long as you let me know—when you kiss me, your lips moist from my cunt—" "Jesus, girl, you make me wanna take you to church." "I'm not really into public sex." "And you can say 'cunt' now." "I can do a lot of things with cunt now." Iris bit her lip, let her mouth part again, and Caitlin kissed her, purred for her, hands covering her breasts, delighted with them and their supple firmness and their softness and the wanting hardness at their tips. The nipples heated in her palms, and it was an effort for Iris to coil her hands around Caitlin's wrists and push them away. "I have an interview at eight in the morning," Iris pouted, exaggeratedly mournful. "I need to be bright-eyed and on the ball for it. I need sleep and the one thing you don't make me is tired." "So I couldn't suck on your tongue?" Caitlin asked in similarly melodramatic sadness. Iris shook her head playfully. "Or your breasts?" No. "Maybe your cock? Since you won't feel it." "If... I mean, if you want to..." "Oh, I do," Caitlin said, drawing down Iris's body. "I want that thing nice and wet when you wake up and fuck me with it." "Fuck—" Iris breathed, resting her hands on Caitlin's head as the brunette began to bob up and down atop her prick. "That's quite a thing to fall asleep to." Caitlin brought herself low, taking the cock into her throat, before she drew herself off it to lick at the head. Feeling the contours with her tongue, knowing it had brought her to orgasm from deep inside her sex—she didn't know how she would last through Iris's nap. Maybe Wally had the right idea and she should go looking for Linda too. Iris laughed as she watched Caitlin deep-throat her all over again. "You're gonna kill me, Snow." Caitlin looked up at her, eyes misty as she slurped off the dildo once more. "You're the one who made me feel like I died and went to heaven." "As long as you're in heaven, maybe you can give me a hand up," Iris moaned. "Cuz when I wake up, you're wearing this thing."