Adult Video 8

Robin locked her bedroom door. She took the Polaroid out of one of the four Stephen King novels she had in a drawer in her bedstand, but she put it between her lips instead of looking at it. Then she went in front of her full-length mirror. Her reflection caught her attention. She remembered the time Nancy had fucked her in a bathroom, bent over the sink, looking at herself in the mirror as she took Nancy’s strap-on again and again and again.

Robin was nowhere near that ecstasy, but she felt the rumble of it like the vibrations on a railroad track when the train was coming. She saw herself blush, saw herself lick her lips, and the Polaroid fell out of her mouth. She caught it, got a look at what it showed—skinny little Nancy Wheeler, so fucking luscious, with those breasts that Robin knew she could just stuff in her mouth, doing something to pleasure the other woman while she was getting railed.

Nancy wasn’t self-conscious at all about being naked. Didn’t see anything wrong with how short she was or how slim she was or that she was posing for Robin, knowing the other woman would get off on it. And she wore the strap-on around her waist like King Arthur would hold Excalibur. It was two inches longer than the biggest one Robin had ever taken—owned by Nancy, natch—and almost a full inch wider. Robin didn’t know if she could take it, but she knew Nancy would give it to her all the same. Make sure she took all she could have without breaking. Maybe breaking her, just a little, if she thought that was what Robin needed to come.

Robin knew they weren’t exactly a classic dom and sub… it wasn’t like she’d been able to find any books about what they did, precisely… but she did know that Nancy didn’t come unless Robin came. Fortunately for both of them, Robin always came. And she’d come harder than ever for that monster Nancy was wearing in the Polaroid.

Robin wasn’t even able to take wearing clothes when she felt this way. Her skin felt all hot, designed for Nancy to lick and caress and kiss all over. It needed to be bare. She stripped off her sweater. Her full breasts bounced. The nipples stood up like rockets on a launchpad. She wished Nancy was there to suck them. Her breasts were so big that she could suck them herself, probably, but it wouldn’t feel right without Nancy. Robin cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, rubbing her thumbs over the taut nipples. The thrill sparked there and fired through her cleavage, then flowed down to meet the pulse that came rushing out of her sex.

Robin swayed and bounced, jiggling her breasts, swishing her hips. Eyes narrowed. Lips moist. She put her fingers to her mouth, distending her lips the way Nancy had when she’d finished fingering her and shoved the orgasm Robin had just had right into her taste buds. Robin’s eyes became glassy, staring at her reflection in the mirror and recalling the satisfaction of it. Not only getting off, but pleasing Nancy with her orgasm. Being a good girl for the queen bee of the whole school. It shouldn’t get to Robin, the freak, the outsider, but now that she was getting it, there was no pretending it didn’t make her weak in the knees.

Robin imagined Nancy doing this. Touching herself. Then putting her hand to Robin’s lips—those big doe eyes looking into Robin’s soul expectantly—rewarding her with a little smile when Robin took the fingertips into her mouth and tasted Nancy’s cunt.

“You’re going to eat my pussy later,” Nancy would whisper in her ear. “That’s what it’ll taste like.”

And Robin would be reduced to a total klutz, all thumbs and barely able to speak for the rest of the evening, but that didn’t matter, because all she had to do when Nancy wanted her was be a good girl and come.

The phone rang. Robin nearly jumped out of her skin, like for some reason her parents were calling and could see her through the phone even when she hadn’t answered it yet. In fact, there were only two people likely to call her at this time of night and somehow she knew it wasn’t Steve.

She picked up the cordless handset she’d taken upstairs with her just so she could answer and listen to Nancy’s voice without one millisecond of wait to go into her own room.

“Nancy?”

She could feel Nancy’s grin across the phone lines. “Just called to hear you breathing. I can’t imagine you’re still out of breath from last time, but…”

Robin felt like whining. “Why can’t you come over here? It feels like you haven’t fucked me in forever. I’m gonna close up like a virgin by the time you fuck me again.”

“And this is supposed to be a bad thing?” Nancy’s voice turned serious. “We agreed. I can’t sleep over there every night. My parents aren’t that gullible and neither are yours.”

“You could sneak out.” Robin pouted, milking her angst to get Nancy to sweet-talk her. “Come in through my window. Fuck me hard. Then go back to your house.”

“And when do I sleep in all this?”

“Who needs sleep? I thought you were going to college. You’ll need experience in cramming all night.” Robin grinned, delighting in her little pun. “And unlike calculus, I’m definitely something you’ll use in the real world.”

“Baby, I’ll use you even in the Upside-Down. But you are dating ‘prissy Nancy Wheeler’. You’re going to have to expect things like getting a full night’s sleep, eating a square meal, wearing adult clothes…”

“See, that’s going to be an issue for our relationship. Because I just took off half my adult clothes.”

“Uh-huh.” Robin pictured Nancy licking her lips. Her tongue tantalizingly close to the mouthpiece of the phone. “And what are you wearing now?”

“My shorts. My panties.” Robin deliberately exhaled into the phone. “I should probably change into a maxiskirt like you would wear, shouldn’t I? Or maybe put on a nightgown that comes down to my ankles… monogrammed pajamas… a little sleeping cap…”

“Are you trying to make me laugh or do you want me to fuck myself? Do you want me to touch my cunt while you’re touching yours?”

Robin grinded her teeth together, unable to speak for several seconds. “I keep looking at that picture of you in the strap-on. It’s all I can think about. Sometimes my heart starts beating faster because I just can’t wait to get home and look at it again.”

“You could always take it with you. It’s a Polaroid,” Nancy giggled.

“Uh-uh. No way. I’m not taking any chances.”

“Why don’t you lock it up in your safety deposit box then?”

“Oh, I’m going to. But right now it’s the only reminder I have of what you’re going to do to me.” Robin breathed hard again, her exhale flaring up the phoneline, but this time it wasn’t on purpose. She was just too excited to hold herself together at all. “On Christmas. When you give me the biggest present ever.”

“Have you been wearing the buttplug? Keeping your ass ready for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Show me.”

“I wish I could. Oh God, I wish I could take a Polaroid of my butt and somehow have it in your mailbox right this minute…”

“Robin, I know what you look like. I’ve seen every inch of you and believe me, I’ve committed that shit to memory. But I don’t just want to think about it. I want to know you’re showing me. So show me.”

Like Nancy was really there to watch, Robin opened her shorts and wiggled out of them.

She shoved her panties down.

Naked, she displayed herself before the mirror, hips turned, back arched, seeing her ass and wishing it was bared to Nancy, that she was feeling those big eyes of hers burn into her flesh.

“It’s like a little…” Robin stopped to breathe in. “It’s like a little d-diamond there, in my ass. Saying it’s yours.”

“Take it out,” Nancy told her. “And then I want it in your mouth. I want to know that when I’m done fucking your ass, you are going to clean my cock off. You are going to do that, right? You’ll be my good girl, just like you always are, and you won’t let me worry about your mouth? You’ll let me know I can always use your mouth to clean off my dirty cock, even if I put it up your ass, even if I fuck you so much with it that you come all over both of us? You’ll clean my cock then, won’t you? You’ll lick your ass right off it, just like you’re going to lick your buttplug? Lick it and suck it like you were about to hand it back to me, because you’d never give me a dirty buttplug, would you? Prissy Nancy Wheeler likes everything nice and clean so you’d better suck your ass right off that thing, right now.”

Nancy had barely started ordering her around before Robin pushed three fingers into her sex, twisting and turning them inside her. It felt good to touch herself. It felt even better to hear Nancy giving her orders—things she could do that would take her closer to when that monster strap-on was inside her. And it felt best of all to do what Nancy wanted, to take the buttplug out from between her thick cheeks and bring it to her mouth and suck everything off of it.

“Nasty girl,” Nancy giggled, her voice still thick with praise because she knew Robin was being nasty for her. “Oh God, I just know that’s what it’s going to sound like when I put my cock in your mouth and make you lube me up. Even though you like when it hurts. We both do. But you’re my special toy and I’m not going to break you—except a little, maybe. Bend over for me now. Show me what I’m going to see just before I fuck that great big ass and prove it’s mine.”

Robin turned all the way around, looking totally away from the mirror before she bent over. Spreading the cushions of her ass apart and looking over her shoulder, seeing her anus from this new perspective. Liking the sight of herself, owned, mastered, an enthralling sight for Nancy to be greeted by—but not half as good as if Nancy were actually there, with that enormous dildo, ready to take the offering Robin made of herself and prove that there was no one else who could handle it like she could.

“Good girl,” Nancy breathed—she knew that Robin had done it, of course, knew her girl wouldn’t dare let Nancy praise her without being worthy of it. They both got off on Robin’s wonderful obedience; both of them knowing where it led. “You look so good, don’t you? I love that plump ass of yours. That little hole that gets so much bigger. It’s so tiny now, even though you’ve had the plug in all day, but it’s so hungry too. It’s going to eat up all my cock. Swallow it into your bowels… not stopping suck it in until you’re really fucked. Robin, I would never ever fuck you with something as big as this unless I knew I could get it all in. I want to see you with your butt up against my belly, knowing I’ve got all this dick buried in you… fuck, baby, I can feel myself coming already. I’m going to cream all over you. Your butt, the strap-on, everything. You’re going to smell me on you for days—I’ll rub it all over you before I take this cock out.”

“This, you keep saying this.” Robin panted. “Are you wearing it? Tell me you’re wearing it.”

“Oh yes. I’ve got it on right now. All that’s missing is your fat ass. Your beautiful fat ass,” Nancy quickly corrected herself. “I love your fat ass. That big, Sweet Sixteen, birthday cake ass. It wouldn’t feel right fucking anything else. Except your face, obviously. And your tits.”

“What about my pussy?”

“Well, if you’re offering,” Nancy teased. “Of course you’ll let me fuck you wherever I want, right?”

“Right,” Robin said, voice shaking a little. It was the kind of thing you couldn’t say too loud, but Robin wanted to shout it.

“That’s good. That’s a good girl thing to say. You’re acting so nice lately. Very well-behaved now that I keep fucking your ass and making you come.”

Robin whimpered. She couldn’t help it. Nancy’s voice made those the sweetest words she could ever hear.