Amysiders movie night
Movie night with the Undersiders is nothing like movie night at home. First of all, they didn’t have movie nights at home, just her cousins and Vicky wanting to catch the occasional flick. They pretty much had to do it at Aunt Sarah’s or else it would be far too tense, for Amy at least. Carol always found fault with her even if she was sitting with Victoria on the couch.
Honestly New New Wave tended to go to theatres if they wanted to watch anything, getting away from home was always preferred.
Relaxing in that living room just never happened. Even when Carol was gone she could come home at any time.
By contrast, the loft is decadent and impossible.
‘No Carol ever’ would already put the experience off the charts on its own, but more than that there’s a sense of team and comradery and acceptance that she still struggles to fathom.
It’s been a few weeks and Amy has only just started to lean into it, to relax on one of the giant couches.
They’re bickering good-naturedly about what film to pick. Taylor isn’t left out for being quiet and neither is Amy, both polled insistently for their opinions.
Alec, surprisingly, is a snack aficionado. Or maybe snack ‘snob’ is the right word for it. He had opinions on what constituted movie night fare, what was acceptable, what was top tier, and what would ‘absolutely not’ be included.
It was cute as fuck and he made sure to get everyone’s favorite snack anyway.
The dynamics of the team in private surprised her. You’d think Brian or even Lisa would be the moderating influence but Alec had the most social skills of anything, deftly weaving conversation away from hot topics, and Taylor tended to cut through any bullshit with firm decisions. Lisa was the one who started shit and Brian was surprisingly capitulating, willing to go whichever way the others leaned.
Amy spent the first two weeks she was on the team thinking Rachel didn’t like any of them, until she saw the other girl tug Alec into her lap and hold onto him.
Then she realized the dog Master was just a lot quieter with her affections, and when Amy started paying attention those gestures were loud. Possessive.
She had only recently realized they were dating and even then wasn’t too sure on the particulars of who was dating who.
Shockingly, the clothes coming off didn’t clarify matters.
“Are you all fucking?” She demanded, once people had moved laps enough times to make her dizzy. Well, most of the lightheadedness was probably from Rachel kissing Amy like she owned her.
The pretty one—Regent, no, Alec—laughed breathily in her ear, kissing down to her neck and shoulder from behind.
“We’re all dating, too, but I like how you have your priorities straight.” He said with audible amusement.
Amy flushed.
“Bisexual.” Lisa pulled her head from between Taylor’s legs to say. “Ha.”
Alec snickered.
“Yeah okay I’m glad you have your priorities bisexual.”
“Apparently.” Amy gasped as the boy behind her reached around to play with her clit and the girl in front assaulted her chest mercilessly.
She would have sworn yesterday she was a lesbian and yet.
Brian smiled at her from Alec’s other side, a small and boyish thing that wasn’t feminine at all.
Rachel leaned in and—it’s less of a kiss? And more of a thorough exploration of Amy’s mouth. Her jaw drops open for it and Rachel takes her time, an easy claiming that leaves Amy panting and drooling a little.
It’s so dirty. It barely feels human.
Rachel growls against her mouth and pulls away.
“Show her your thing.” The red-head demands to someone. It’s not clear to Amy who she’s talking to but the others don’t share her confusion.
Lisa laughs, muffled by pussy, and Alec curses sharply.
“Despite y’all’s obsession with it,” Alec started wryly. “My cock is not the power move to seduce Amy.”
His words set off immediate disagreements from four corners.
Amy kind of agreed. Alarm welled in her; she’d never even kissed a man and that was jumping several steps ahead.
Plus… she was already seduced. They had maybe three socks and a shirt between all of them, and Alec was wearing the shirt.
If she turned around she would definitely see…
Arms wove around her waist and Alec kissed her neck again, pulling her close.
“Don’t worry, bien-aimee, we— oof.” Brian manhandled him away. Amy tried to look and found herself likewise roughhoused, Rachel’s and other hands on her.
Oh, it was all of them.
Rachel, Lisa and Taylor were all touching her, soft hands draped over her shoulders and hips and—Amy was following their heavy-handed guidance down to her knees before her mind could even begin to recover.
Lisa’s hands on her shoulders, provocative, rubbing sensually next to her neck. Rachel’s grip around her nape, holding her down. Taylor’s fingers tipping her chin up, guiding her eyes to the couch.
Brian was seated on it, legs wide and large. On his lap, knees hooked over Brian’s, was Alec. He’d lost the shirt.
“Flexible.” Lisa noted with approval, voice a purr.
Alec laughed quietly, finishing up a kiss with Brian. He faced them again and showed no shame, legs almost hitting a split to accommodate Brian’s lap, feet curled around Brian’s calves to let him balance in such a ridiculous pose.
Spread eagle, wide open.
Between his legs… wasn’t what Amy expected. She stared, caught off guard. It wasn’t something she paid attention to with her power—she went out of her way to avoid any sensory input from dicks in general, focusing on boring stuff like white blood cell counts every time it came up—so she had no prior warning.
At first she wondered why on earth he was so confident about something so small and then the shape registered.
Fully hooded and long, his cock jutted up from between his labia, already wet and glistening.
Amy’s mouth watered.
Rachel snorted behind her.
Hooking his chin over Alec’s shoulder and grinning, Brian rose an eyebrow at her.
“See?” he said and Alec made a little noise.
Looking back at her revealed him… watching her. Just… absolutely staring and Amy realized she was on her knees just a few inches away.
When had she moved closer?
Her hands traced over Brian’s inner thighs and then to the paler version suspended over them.
Alec sucked in a shaky breath.
“Like what you see?” He tried and Amy couldn’t even dignify him with the response.
She was too busy nuzzling closer, Rachel’s hand sliding up into her hair encouragingly. The other girl grabbed a fistful and pushed her the last little bit, rubbing Amy’s face into his dick.
She moaned.
“I know, right?” Brian’s big hands slid down the hostage boy’s torso, over his hips, settling on his thighs. He wasn’t holding them open in any real way but damn if the image didn’t beguile.
“The PRT has it wrong.” Brian tugged Alec’s legs just a little wider and and the pretty boy moaned. “This is his real human Master power.”
Feminine laughter behind her but Alec slapped at the darkness Shaker.
“Ass. Don’t listen to these cretins, bien-aimee.” Alec reached down and brushed hair away from Amy’s forehead, voice hitching when she slid her lips over his shaft.
“It’s nice.” She mumbled absently, marveling. She’d never thought about it, obviously, but it was devastatingly hot?
Pretty boy with pussy had somehow never pinged on her Kinsey scale before, which felt short sighted and downright narrow-minded.
She sucked it over her tongue and it fit so sweetly in her mouth. Licking around the hood made him shudder so she kissed all the way down to the base, tonguing all of him.
It really was the perfect size.
However… Amy was compelled to ask the one thing she’d never offered anyone before.
“Do you want me to make it bigger?” She pulled off reluctantly, already missing the weight on her tongue.
Alec stared blearily at her.
“… Will you put it back if I don’t like it?”
She nodded, unable to resist sucking him again. Alec groaned.
“Yeah, okay. Play with my cock, princess.”
Amy laughed unexpectedly.
She felt giddy, her power eager to get started. And yet…Even with the thrilling prospect of modifying someone, it was hard to pull away. It felt a bit sacrilegious to change him.
She was just… really enjoying herself.
It took a moment to gather her wits and her resolve. Just as she was edging back, Lisa touched her jaw, stopping her.
“No.” The Thinker said firmly. “Use your mouth.”
Amy wasn’t the only one to moan loud.
Something curled low in her gut and her cheeks burned pink. She swallowed.
She kept Alec in her mouth and let her power slip its leash.
Physically, it was heady and exciting to feel her mouthful grow… more.
She shaped it a little differently, too, detaching some of the ligaments at the base. Streamlined the shape, shortened the hood…
Amy stopped when it filled her mouth perfectly and drooled a little. Fuck, it was filling her mouth almost exactly, just small enough her jaw didn’t even twinge.
Comfortable.
He fit her comfortably with no room to spare and Amy moaned helplessly. Could she stay here forever?
“Look, I swear.” Alec panted, cock twitching on her tongue. “It does not have a secret Master power.”
“Big words for someone who hid a secret Master power for years.” Brian cupped Alec’s meagre breats, massaging.
Alec whined.
“I can make those smaller if you want.” Amy offered, pulling back to speak around the head—she couldn’t fully disengage.
“No!” Rachel snapped, far from the only one to make dismayed noise.
Alec flushed under the unanimous scrutiny.
“Yeah, they don’t want me flat.” He bit his lip. “It’s probably horny brain talking and I’ll regret this later but could you… fuck, make my tits more sensitive?”
Brian inhaled loudly, raggedly, and least one pair of hands on Amy trembled. Drool leaked out of her mouth and she didn’t even care because the cock perfectly shaped for her was… everything.
She could see how they did this. She could see why they did this all the time.
“You are getting so rewarded for that later.” Brian said hotly in his boyfriend’s ear, doing something there with his tongue that Amy couldn’t see but could hear.
Alec gasped, then gasped again when Amy suckled the head of his cock. Her tongue was flat against it, jaw working, almost zoned out.
While she was thinking about it, she reworked his urethra through the shaft, designating a few little glands to make something between skein’s gland and seminal fluid for when he cums.
“Shit, that tickles? What are you—ah fuck, my chest!” Brian kept playing with him through it and he was quickly reduced to a cursing, groaning mess.
Amy pulled her mouth away to smirk, stroking his still-small cock in her hand.
“Some people can orgasm from nipple play.” She explained. “Now, so can you.”
An unholy light entered Brian’s eyes.
“Good.” Rachel declared.
Then she turned her attention to Amy and reaffirmed the grip she had in brown hair. “Good girl.”
Amy jerked, squeezing Alec a little too hard and feeling her empty pussy spasm. Oh, god.
“Ooh, she liked that.” Lisa said unnecessarily. Amy scowled.
“I’ve already biotinkered one of you, I will biotinker again.” She threatened.
“I’m so scared.” Lisa reached down and palmed her tit, a cascade of blonde hair flowing over Amy’s shoulder.
Her breath hitched.
“C’mon, good girl, put your mouth back on Alec before Brian decides to drag him away and suck on his tits for an hour.”
“It’s more tempting by the minute.” Brian admitted.
His big hands were kneading on their boyfriend’s chest from behind, teasing his nipples rhythmically, and Alec was panting for it. He kept trying to speak and Brian would pinch casually, the words cut off with a hot little moan.
Amy thought about saying, I don’t know what we’re doing and I’ve never done this before and what is going on, but instead she glanced down at the organ in her hand and felt her mind go blissfully, blissfully blank.
She pulled it shyly into her mouth, still unused to the weight and the—the vulgarness of doing something like this. Spongey and soft and warm.
Alec cursed in fluid French, dropping his head back, and Amy decided to make his chest more sensitive. Not unlike two clitorises. His cries upped sharply in pitch.
What else felt good?
She worried his little cock in her mouth and got lost in it a little. Prostates? He didn’t have one so she fixed that easily enough. He jumped a little.
Part of her thrilled for the fact that she hadn’t asked but then again Alec seemed the type to not care so long as she put back anything he hated. He’d already said as much.
Still, she was definitely taking liberties down here.
Connecting the earlier glands to the bigger prostate was nothing. His perfect little cock would leak when he got fucked and that was a surprisingly hot mental image.
Amy thought about it and modified his anal passage a little, giving it nerve endings akin to vaginal walls. Was that going too far? Eh. She was already ‘this deep’ anyway.
It was a peculiar kind of heaven, surrounded by gorgeous people that liked her– pretty girls with their hands on her, even—and doing all this. On her knees, basically cockwarming.
Drooling mindlessly around a trans guy’s dick while she poked around at his insides and—wow, phrasing it like that was…
Okay it still felt dirty even medically. Changing someone was forbidden and gut-wrenchingly sexy and doing it on her knees with her mouth full, listening to Alec sing was a life-changing experience.
It was knocking important parts of her brain loose and setting them on fire, in fact, and that was before Lisa leaned down and started helping.
Under Thinker direction she made his g-spot better, more efficient, and more reactive. She lost herself in the changes.
Changing things on the fly to better suite her efforts was absolutely diabolical and yet, even with barely doing anything soon he was shaking apart in pleasure.
Between her mouth and Brian’s hands he came hard and fast and whined desperately through it.
Amy tweaked the taste to be better even as it hit her tongue.
Looking up through the twitching mouthful revealed a shuddering boy staring back at her with his mouth hanging open.
“Did you give me meta?” He asked, once he could breathe again.
“What?” Amy leaned back into someone’s hands—she’d lost track—and panted through her tits being teased and pinched.
Then the words clicked.
“Oh, metoidioplasty. I—technically? I also gave you a prostate. Tweaked some things. You’re completely sterile, don’t worry.”
“I…” Alec’s jaw worked. He looked down at his dick. A dribble of cum squeezed out. “Thanks, I guess?”
Amy nodded, reached up to squeeze his improved asset. A soft groan spilled from his lips and his eyes clenched shut.
“He’s still hard?” Brian asked with incredulity.
“I let him keep the refractory period.” Amy admitted. “Keep him hydrated and he can have something like six ejaculations in a row.”
“Fuck, don’t tell them that, they barely keep off it as it is.” Alec laughed. The notes were jagged as he fucked Amy’s hand.
“Give him a bit of a break to loose sensitivity and that number can go up.” Amy ducked her head to suck loosely on his glans and Brian worked one nipple roughly.
“Oh, wait.” Taylor climbed to the other side of the couch and planted her mouth on the left pec, sucking hard, and Alec came again with a startled scream.
Mm, much sweeter this time.
Amy was riding the high of using her powers like this and she was wet as fuck.
She hadn’t imagined her first time would be with five people. Nor that she wouldn’t be the center of attention for it.
“You didn’t put me on a hair trigger, did you?” Alec demanded, hand coming up to curve around Taylor’s head. She hadn’t stopped. Neither had Brian.
“Nah.” Amy promised. “I kept some clit-mechanics, though; you know how being multi-orgasmic is really just having one big O and then being close to the edge for another, and another, and…”
“They can still stack?” The boy said in dismay. “Oh, I’m fucked.”
“If you want.” Brian growled into his ear. “You liked anal before you had a prostate, I can’t imagine how much you’ll want it now.”
“Ahnnnnnn.”
Amy slid her hand down and rubbed over his perineum, testing the changes. Alec jolted like he’d been electrocuted.
“Did you make my ass as sensitive as my tits?” He asked wildly.
“Yeah.” Amy grinned crookedly up at him. “Well, the outside anyway. The inside is as sensitive as your cunt.”
“Oh, god.” Alec fucked up into Taylor’s hand, which had wandered south to investigate his slightly different equipment, as Amy touched and teased his hole.
“You feel how hard Brian is for you?” Lisa leaned around Amy, touched Alec’s knee. “We can’t see it but we know he’s right there, isn’t he?”
“Y-yeah.” Alec choked. “Ames, fuck, what’re you—”
“Feel good?” Amy asked.
“Fuck, you know it does!”
“Change Brian, too.” Rachel leaned forward, pressing her hot breath to Amy’s ear. Tongued it, dirty. “Make his cock wet. Lubed up.”
Everybody groaned.
“You can do that?” Brian asked. “And uh… you can put it back later? Just checking.”
“Yeah, let me just…” She slid her free hand onto Brian’s big, muscular thigh. Fuck, two of her hands couldn’t wrap around it. Maybe even three.
She hadn’t seen his dick yet but her power told her it was aching behind Alec. Under her guidance it stayed mostly the same except for the quantity of precome that rapidly increased.
“That feels so weird.” Brian gasped.
“Wet.” Alec agreed, and her sixth sense confirmed Brian was painting biological fluid all over the Master’s lower back. All down the cleft of his ass.
“Does anyone else want birth control while I’m down here?” Amy checked.
At various nods she rendered five teenagers sterile-for-now. The changes would gradually reverse in around a year if she didn’t reapply them, which she admitted readily.
“You totally planned to offer that to the first person you fucked.” Lisa pointed out, soft hand sliding down Amy’s belly, leaning in close to say the words.
Rachel on one side, kissing her neck. Roughly pawing at her breasts in a way that felt unexpectedly good.
Lisa, on her other, fingers slipping down between her legs on a tortuously slow path.
Amy nodded.
“Why risk it? I didn’t think I could sleep with someone from all the unwelcome input but my power is being surprisingly quiet about you guys. I can force it to tell me all the nitty gritty but…”
“It’s better if you don’t?” Lisa purred, fingers finally reaching her clit and sliding on either side of it, teasing. “I’m the same way. Thought I could never get laid from all the gross things my power told me about people… but with you five it’s downright weird. Only gives me the nice things.”
“I think our powers want us to fuck.” Rachel said without filter. “Makes sense. Animals fuck. Breed. Capes make more capes.”
The room collectively shivered.
“Well, none of us are making any capes any time soon.” Amy double-checked and they were all very much temporarily unable.
“Speak for yourself. I’m gonna breed Alec.”
The boy in question yelped and then stared at her.
“Bitch, what?” He giggled at the unintentional pun. “Hate to tell you but you really don’t have the parts.”
“Amy fucked with your dick, she can fuck with mine. If she wants. Or I can go get a strap from your room, I know you have one.”
Brian’s hands found Alec’s hips, dwarfing them. He looked so slim and maneuverable. As the boy spoke Brian moved him around, adjusting their position.
“Ha, yeah, I totally do. A few actually. Are you saying you waa–aaant oh fuck, FUCK.”
“Hnn,” Brian grunted, thighs muscles visibly moving. “You complainin’?”
“No,” Alec gasped, entire body trembling. His hands flailed around a little but didn’t have anywhere to hold onto. Eventually they settled one on Taylor’s shoulder and one on Amy’s, holding on for dear life as he sank down on Brian’s cock.
Amy was positioned just right to see it in front of her face. At eye level.
“How does that fit?” She marveled, staring like a pervert. She blushed. “I mean, I know how it fits, I’m a fucking doctor, but—god you’re so small.”
“Hey, he’s plenty—fuck—plenty big from where I’m standing.” Alec giggled and groaned, abs tight and cock jerking.
“She meant you, dumbass.” Lisa pinched his thigh and a drop of pre spilled loudly down as Alec moaned. “Did you change his pain receptors to pleasure?”
“Nah, he’s just like that already.” Amy explained, still staring. Alec sank inch by inch onto Brian’s generous endowment. “Most people get the wires crossed a bit when they’re this far gone, though.”
“Look.” Taylor elaborated, reaching up to pinch both of his nipples, not bothering to be gentle about it. Alec’s back arched and he slid down an entire inch, throat spasming around vowels.
“Oh? What about you, Amy?” Lisa very gently pinched her clit. “Are you there yet? What if I spanked your ass, would you get wires crossed then?”
“Spank her pussy.” Rachel suggested, causing Amy to grunt with lust. “She seems like she’d like that shit.”
“When you’re right you’re right.” Lisa laughed meanly and her hand vanished.
Torn between a whine and sneaking suspicion, Amy said “Wait—”
Smack.
Lisa’s hand collided with her slit, barely hard enough to sting, and Amy shouted.
Rachel bit her ear lobe, then started nipping down her neck. Not giving her time to recover, Lisa slapped her again. Amy jerked forward, trying to hunch over the stimulus.
“She does like this, you were right.” Lisa said. “Harder, Amy?”
Amy’s tongue moved, sound not quite words, but Lisa wasn’t a Thinker for nothing. She read Amy’s face and nodded to herself.
Pain, fuck, little starbursts of it, quickly fading into blood-pumped pleasure. Her labia stung.
Lisa spanked her again. Amy rose up into it, body straining.
“Look at them.” Rachel grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. Amy’s eyes were immediately level with the boys again, and what a fucking picture they made.
Alec was pink absolutely all over, faint blush painted over his chest, arms, legs. His small cock bounced with every thrust, Amy’s changes readily apparent. Willingly accepted, enjoyed, indulged in.
Brian’s hands were dark on his waist, still, bouncing him slowly as they set a rhythm. Taylor had leaned back to watch, palming her own clit fast.
Smack.
Amy’s jaw jerked, her cunt internally squeezing on nothing. Lisa radiated smugness.
“Hmm?” The blonde’s hand soothed the stinging skin, fingers rubbing lower. Spreading her lips. “Oh, you’re so wet for us.”
Amy flushed heavily. Her mouth moved but no words came out.
“Don’t worry, we like it.” Lisa threatened, leaning in and yes, finally, pressing her smug mouth right against Amy’s.
Amy kissed desperately, eager for it. Rachel’s hand tightened in her hair and controlled some of it, which was unexpectedly hot as fuck.
“Good girls, both of you. Amy, do you like your ass fucked?”
Amy squeaked but her questioned was swallowed by Lisa, who pulled back to grin.
“She’s never tried it, Ray. How about it, hero, wanna find out?”
Amy glared hotly, spit slick on her lips.
“I can take anything you’ve got.” She said boldly.
“Good.” Lisa leaned in to kiss her again, immediately distracting her from every other thought. Her fingerpads rubbed tantalizingly along Amy’s sensitive bits, applying strategic pressure here and there. Her clit, vestibule, around the labia minora.
She was lost in it and the erotic sensation of French kissing, chasing Lisa’s tongue—distracted to such an extent that she forgot the other thing until Rachel was suddenly sliding confident fingertips down her cleft.
Amy was briefly and violently hit with the mental image of being fucked anally before ever taking someone in her pussy. It was absurd. It was so dirty it took her breath.
She’d never had a sluttier thought, and considering some of her fantasies about Victoria, that was saying something. Amy shook her head. It was filthy. Impossible. Downright nasty.
God, she wanted it.
She moaned against Lisa’s mouth and their tongues slid together messily.
“Don’t worry.” The blonde pulled back just enough to speak, the words pressing their lips together again and again, butterfly soft presses. “She’ll do it, we’ve got you.”
“I need some lube.” Rachel growled, her dry thumb rising goose bumps across Amy’s entire body as she rubbed the other girl’s perineum like a threat. Or like a promise.
Taylor handed over a tube of it. Amy wasn’t going to ask any fucking questions, all higher thought kissed out of her. Knowing Lisa, it was probably on purpose. Strategic kissing warfare.
A rustling sounded as the tall girl got in Rachel’s space, the slick sounds of kissing. Amy couldn’t quite figure out what they were doing over there.
Lisa’s mouth was a distraction and even when the other girl pulled back, Amy could see the boys over her shoulder.
“Like what you see?” Alec couldn’t help but tease, silver-blue eyes pinning her down mercilessly.
Mute, Amy found herself nodding. Alec tipped his head back, whispered something against Brian’s jaw. One of the larger man’s hands slid from Alec’s slim waist to curl teasingly around his cock.
Rachel’s fingers returned to Amy’s cleft, cold and wet with lube. She teased up and down in no hurry, content to let Amy watch.,
“Oh, fuck, he covers all of you.” Taylor said, voice made deep with pleasure. Looking over saw her staring transfixed.
Amy also couldn’t look away, either. Brian’s hand dwarfed Alec’s cock with several inches to spare, hidden completely between strokes. Her breathing sped up and it only had a little to do with Rachel’s fingers teasing her ass.
The darkness Shaker kissed Alec’s neck and let them all see exactly what he was doing, hand sliding up to reveal pale shaft, fingers opening up to see the head, fondling him until he absolutely squirmed.
“Okay, okay fuck stop it’s too sensitive.” Alec eventually patted Brian’s thigh, tapping out. “We gave them the show but with all the Striker 12 fuckery, I’ll come too fast.”
“You can come again.” Brian said playfully, letting his fingers slide around the head in a featherlight tease. “She said six in a row and you’re barely at two.”
Alec shuddered. He bit his lip.
“Alright fine, get me off. We might as well look good for the girls.”
“How do you want it?” Brian spoke against Alec’s ear, taking him in hand again. Slow, purposeful strokes. “You always squeeze me so tight when you come.”
“Fuck.” Alec laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t—there’s too many options.”
“Nice and slow, like this? You’ll get there eventually.” Brian threatened, enjoying the way Alec fucked up into his hand—and back down onto Brian’s thick cock.
“We might as well take advantage of the distraction.” Lisa said breathlessly. “Rachel, she’s ready for one.”
“Yeah, I can tell. Stay relaxed.” The dog Master instructed, waiting until Amy nodded to slip lower—and deeper. The finger that had been teasing her rim pressed right past it, the muscle massaged into submission.
Amy fought not to freeze up, made infinitely easier when Alec moaned again. She focused on the distraction.
“Be loud for her, Alec.” Taylor encouraged, and damn if he didn’t. Even knowing it was an exaggeration did nothing to detract from how unbearably hot he was—how hot they were, together.
Without Brian’s hands to lift the boy was hardly bouncing in his boyfriend’s lap anymore but neither seemed to mind. Brian’s other hand slid around and down, teasing Alec’s labia.
Alec said something in long, breathless French and Brian laughed.
“Maybe Rachel will fill your other hole when she’s finished with Amy.” Brian said, and Amy’s face went nuclear. She blushed hot.
“Mon Force, so cruel.” Alec laughed. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you.” Brian nuzzled closer. “Taylor, you want his chest again?”
Alec moaned in surprise at the idea.
“That sounds like a yes, decided for me.” Taylor grinned, climbing back up on the couch on the other side of the pair. “I like this, going between my girls and my boys. I’m like a messenger.”
“What’s the message?” Alec teased, easily leaning into it when she came close enough to kiss. “Mmm.”
“Give me one to pass to Lisa,” Taylor smiled against his soft mouth. “I’ll pass it along.”
“Kay.” Alec tangled a hand into her hair and kissed her, pulling her close and devouring her mouth. He pulled back panting and shivering.
“Wow. You ready for that, Lisa?” Taylor needed a minute to recover, which she spent kissing down Alec’s throat.
“Born ready.” Lisa threw hair over her shoulder, sliding up close to Amy’s side. Her ample chest pushed into Amy’s shoulder. Rachel’s finger fucked shallowly in and out of her.
“You’ll have to wait a second. I’ve got a job up here, you know.” Taylor slowly made her way down the pretty boy’s chest. She curled her tongue around a nipple and Alec gasped.
“That feels so much better than it has any right to.” He said, cock jerking in Brian’s fist. “Take it easy on me, lovebug.”
“Hmm… No.” Taylor pressed a little kiss to his pec and then got to work, head bobbing as she sucked rhythmically on a pebbled nipple.
“Christ!” Alec’s back bowed again, scrambling between them. Taylor’s other hand snapped up to mirror the treatment on his other tit and Brian slid his fingertips over the boy’s vulva, spreading the wetness he found there.
Then Brian braced his legs and started shallowly fucking again, keeping the rhythm in time with the handjob, and Alec lasted maybe thirty seconds before short ropes of cum jerked out of him.
“So pretty.” Brian gasped, voice raw, and kept stroking. All the way through his orgasm and to the other side, gentling it when Alec winced but not stopping.
“Let’s see about stacking them.” Taylor said, switching her hand and mouth. One of Alec’s hands stayed in her hair; the other slipped down to return the favor, thumb sliding across her bare breast.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” Alec muttered, cheeks flushed, and Lisa giggled.
“That’s the plan, babe. One more little death.” The Thinker teased, kissing Amy’s cheek. Then her jaw. Then her neck. Oh.
“I don’t know if I can,” Alec admitted, chuckling, “But it doesn’t look like I get much choice, oh—fuck.”
His head tipped back and he moaned again. Brian’s hand sped up its pace. The other started shallowly fingering him.
Taylor got rougher, bringing teeth into the mix. Her hand thumbed harshly and pinched, twisted, rubbed. Alec’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, fighting for breath.
Rachel slid another finger into her, the catch and drag of it maddening. It didn’t hurt, exactly. The stretch was obvious. Hard to ignore. She felt full and dirty and empty, wet enough her thighs were slick with it.
“I could do your pussy.” Lisa offered, voice sly and quiet at Amy’s ear. “You want to get fucked on both ends, like Alec? Look how much he likes it.”
Alec obligingly moaned again, living in his pleasure. Played like an instrument between their hands—well, their hands and Brian’s very patient cock.
Amy couldn’t speak but Lisa saw her naked want anyway, touching her where she was dripping for it. She teased only briefly before easing inside and Amy tensed up everywhere.
“Oh, that’s obscene.” She shivered and Lisa laughed.
“Yeah, we can feel each other.” The blonde peppered little giggles against Amy’s skin. “Me and Rachel. Should we set up a rhythm, hmm? Rub you at the same time?”
“Fuck you.” Amy gasped, brain struggling to work when the animal of her body was so loud, so needy. “Kiss me.”
“Mm,” Lisa obliged immediately, taking Amy’s open mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue slipped out to play with zero build-up, making the kiss a sloppy, hot experience.
Then she matched her fingers and her tongue to Rachel’s rhythm, fucking her pussy and her mouth while the red-head fucked her ass, and Amy lost the plot.
When she resurfaced, literally shaking with pleasure, something blunt was pressed against her asshole. Lisa soothed her worries away with sweet kisses and switched from fingering her to gliding pressure on her clit.
Amy moaned into the blonde’s mouth, overwhelmed.
Slender finger’s—Taylor’s—slid into Amy’s hair, guiding her. Her knees slid against the carpet, scooting forward. Then more hands on her, with Taylor’s in Amy’s hair, on her shoulders, on her arms.
Too many to keep track of.
“Here,” A voice said, amused and somehow flat—Alec’s.
Amy tried to blink blearily up, to see what they meant, but it wasn’t necessary. A hand at her jaw guided her forwards and Alec’s improbably perfect cock filled her mouth, immediately recognizable.
God, how did it fill her mouth exactly right? The shape was wonderful, the taste was amazing, and the texture was just what she needed, something to suckle on as her eyes slipped shut again and her worries shut off.
Vague cursing sounded above her, then Brian’s laugh, Taylor’s words—too indistinct to make out.
Rachel’s thighs nudged hers further apart, and the blunt pressure became a thread and then a promise. The silicone head of Rachel’s dick moved between her cheeks and pressed in.
Amy braced both palms on warm legs—either Alec or Brian’s, she couldn’t tell– and tried to breathe. In through her nose, because her mouth was full.
Rachel slid another inch into her and then stopped. Pulled out. Hands on Amy’s hips like brands, and using that grip to push forward.
It occurs to her that she should be… something. Maybe overwhelmed or afraid and yet she’s not. Rachel fucks into her ass, something she hadn’t even considered until today, and Alec fills her mouth, and Lisa plays with her clit and it’s just…
It’s perfect. It’s what she didn’t even know to ask for, it’s filthy and no one is judging her, it’s being indulged, it’s a boy changed by her powers and literally getting off on those changes.
Disgust is utterly absent, it doesn’t live in the loft, and as Taylor makes a soft noise next to her Amy realizes a tear has slid down her cheek.
“You’re doing so well.” The bug Master says lowly, fiercely, like she’s willing Amy to believe it. And the thing is… she does.
There’s nothing else she should be doing. This, right here, is all. There are no expectations of her, not even that she should decry all the kinky shit and be some paragon of virtue.
It’s raw, it’s open need, and it’s Amy down to the core—no Panacea, no hero, no fucking higher standards.
They just want her to feel good and she is. Pleasure is like a second person living in her body, like it’s too much for her alone.
Taylor holds her hand.
Rachel bottoms out, her hips flush with Amy’s and the red-head groans with pleasure.
Amy tries to yell around her mouthful and it’s impossible, it’s muffled by cock, and Brian’s hand cups her jaw carefully. It’s so big, so soft and gentle despite being so big, and his thumb brushes her cheek.
“You look so good like this.” Brian says, voice wrecked and Amy’s lungs struggle. Oh, right, she needs to breathe better, through her nose.
“Doin’ such a good job.” Rachel grunts. “Hot like this.”
Amy’s flush dips down to her chest. She’s burning.
Lisa and Taylor keep doing what they’re doing—holding her hand, antagonizing her clit—but their free hands meet up to play with her breasts and it’s an assault on all sides.
Everyone is touching her, paying attention to her, wanting her and Amy moans from it.
When she comes, she does it so hard she blacks out. Orgasm stands behind her like a cartoon character with a big mallet, and it has no mercy.
The hands gentling her through it do, though. They’re soft and sweet, rousing her from the darkness. Someone picks her up, gravity disappearing. Others pet her hair, her belly. Taylor’s still holding her hand.
Then she’s in a bed, time passing strangely. Kisses are pressed to her temples, the top swell of her breasts, her shoulder. Once, her elbow, and the giggle that follows is all Alec.
Wet washcloths come, and she threatens to become fully conscious, but Lisa’s voice soothes her back to restfulness with the exact right words. Big hands stroke down her thighs, comforting.
She’s safe and surrounded.
Amy doesn’t even bother opening her eyes when they manhandle her into position in what, to her blind proprioception, appears to be a giant fuckoff big bed and a group cuddle.
“My ass hurts.” She complains, feeling a twinge as she takes stock.
“Yeah.” Alec laughs, pressed casually against her front in a surprisingly nonsexual way. “Occupational hazard. But you enjoyed it, right?”
“Oh, she did.” Lisa purrs, spooning up from behind with an arm over Amy’s waist. “She really did.”
“Hmph.” Amy’s got dreams superimposed over reality, eyelids heavy even while closed. She’s losing time, only catching brief snatches— the nonsensical punchline of a whispered joke, once, and Taylor petting her hair another time.
“We had a lot of fun.” Brian confesses, when she finds herself half propped-up on his chest. “Well—having. But I think Taylor’s almost done with him, over there, and then we’ll all be joining you for sleep.”
“Mm?” Amy barely catches that. His pecs are huge and surprisingly soft. Good under her cheek. She nuzzles in.
“So cute.” She’s not sure who says it. Alec moans, quiet and broken-off like he’s trying not to be heard, and a hushed giggle.
Amy falls asleep warm and comfortable.
And if you asked her the next day, she’ll have no idea what movie they picked, whatsoever.