Chapter 3 - Power Experimentation... The Fun Way

All good things must come to an end though, and quickly enough Amy is licking her lips and Victoria is pulling her pants up over her still sticky pussy, complaining about having definitely ruined these panties. This gets her a snarky “Well I guess you’ll just have to buy new ones, poor you.” from Amy. After that, the rest of the school day is much more uneventful than lunch, yet simultaneously far more… pleasant than before lunch had been. At least the school part of ‘before lunch’, mostly because Victoria isn’t actively trying to tease Taylor, and Taylor is positive that she had been doing so before lunch, especially with that groping at the table. Nor is Amy, though Amy gives her a couple vaguely aroused looks she doesn’t actively try to provoke Taylor’s libido into snapping like so much thread and plowing the healer over her desk in Geometry.

Instead the day goes mostly smooth, with some more light flirting from some of the other girls at school but nothing nearly enough to push the tall teen like Victoria had managed. As the final bell rings, and most of her missed homework secured, Taylor leaves the building and almost automatically starts toward the bus that will take her back to about a couple blocks away from her house when a hand on her shoulder stops her, “Taylor, did you forget? You’re coming with us right?”

Taylor jerks, having been entirely in her own head thinking about what had happened at Lunch. Her thoughts had been a bit overwhelming, specifically those going over how everyone ignored what was going on and Dean even directly assisted her as she railed his girlfriend and did her level best to impregnate her. She turns and finds a, peppy as usual, Victoria Dallon still in the same Arcadia High Basketball shirt that Taylor had pulled up to expose her significant chest earlier at lunch. Pushing thoughts of sex aside, they can wait the twenty minutes at this point, she nods rapidly, “Oh! Right, Sorry, I just… my feet started walking without thinking. I absolutely still want to come over. Let’s go, which bus do you guys use?”

Victoria laughs slightly, shaking her head with a warm smile, “We don’t. I used to fly, but mom made me get my license and drive us in a car instead. Come on, my car is right this way,” Victoria waves to follow her, turning and forcing Taylor to put in the effort of not staring at the juicy round backside she’d snapped over earlier that day, following Victoria to the student parking area even as she processed the rest of the implication.

“You have a car?” Taylor had known they were better off than you are, but most of the students even at Arcadia didn’t end up with cars if they got them until they were juniors or seniors with it being mostly the latter.

“Eh, it’s not much, and I only really use it for this. Mom just doesn’t want me ‘showing off’ at school, so I’m only allowed to fly in emergencies.” She explains as the pair of you walk toward the student parking area where Amy waits by a dark red SUV. “She’s not much, but Ruby’s great for shopping trips. Dean’s car is way too small for it.”

“Or you just get too much Vicky, normal people don’t get enough clothes, even for two people, to need the full back end of an SUV because they ‘can’t stand’ their old wardrobe and took all of it to goodwill.” Amy snarks with a good natured smirk on her face before she turns to Taylor, “That happened the day after Carol got her the truck. She even got me involved in it,” The brunette shakes her head, “Now can you unlock it, Carol’s still gonna be at work for a few hours and I’d like to get home to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Victoria unlocks it with a key she pulls from her belt loop, while visibly eye rolling, “Fine, fine, you want to ride in back Taylor? Amy’ll give you the front if you want it I’m sure.”

Taylor nods, waving her hand as she pops the door open, “Yea, I don’t mind, more space.” Climbing into the back and finding it decently clean for a highschool student’s car backseat Taylor sits down before buckling up. Riding in the front Taylor might’ve been tempted to have Victoria remove her top for better ogling, but aside from not being sure how her power works there, it’s probably better to wait until they’re in private to start testing it.

“Cool,” She answers as Amy hops into the front passenger after a moment of thought and a shaken head, and the curvy blonde finds her way to the driver's seat, starting it up and turning on a bit of classic rock, well known enough that both you and her are both singing along in an event you haven’t experienced since you and Emma were kids. Eventually even Amy, pretending she wasn’t enjoying the music, joins in as the group of you sing Bohemian Rhapsody.

The ride comes to an end in the driveway of a rather large house, one that reminds Taylor that for all that there are certainly worse off than her in Brockton bay, there’s those who are better too, and no matter how friendly the Dallon sisters are, the house in front of her is a reminder of how very different their lives have been till this point. “Nice place…”

“It’s not that big.” Victoria whines slightly, pouting noticeably, “Dean’s house is like three times the size!”

“Dean’s family are also the kind of rich that only someone who’s lived here since the city was founded can explain.” Amy replies with the easy retort that only comes from many, many times hearing the same excuse. “We have two water heaters, it is a large house.”

Victoria pouts, but grins when Taylor laughs at her, “There, that’s better. Seriously though Taylor, don’t worry about it. You’re cool people, no one’s going to judge you. You live down closer to the Docks don’t you?”

“Halfway between Arcadia and Winslow, barely in range of Arcadia.” Even then, the bus stop was a few blocks further from the docks than even Taylor’s house was. Not a truly dangerous part of town, but it wasn’t unheard of for Merchants or ABB tags to be only a few blocks the other direction.

Victoria winces, then frowns, “I’m sorry, I just said no one would judge, but I just thought ‘gee, she’s a really nice person for living that close to the docks.”

Taylor shakes her head, motioning that it’s no big deal. It’s well known in town that the closer to the docks you get, the less… nice the town is. “It’s alright, I understand, we’re not in the bad part of town… but we’re not far off. But it’s been the family home since my parents got together, and after Dad died… Mom isn’t ready to move yet. He was the head of hiring at the Dockworkers Union.”

Victoria is suddenly practically on top of Taylor, wrapping her up in a big hug, her arms pressing Taylor into her chest as the blonde rapidly attempts to apologize, “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to remind you of anything.”

The taller teen hugs back, not bothering to speak back when Victoria won’t hear her through her own skin. Plus… it’s not unpleasant to be smushed against the curvier girl’s chest in such a way. Once she’s released by the curvy blonde Taylor smiles only slightly sadly and shakes her head, “Nah, it’s fine, it was a few years ago. But let's get inside and out of the cold.” It’s not that cold, not really, but it’s an excuse to stop hanging around the SUV and get inside where Taylor can begin doing some experimentation without as much risk that her powers have a limited range where people could see but not be under their effect. Wouldn’t want to have Victoria’s top off and have both her and Amy see it as normal, but someone down the street calls the cops.

Fortunately, both Amy and Victoria have no problems with the idea of the trio moving into the house, Amy actually nods fairly rapidly, rubbing her arms as a breeze blows through. Huh, must be colder than the ravenette had thought. Either way, the group of teens head inside where Taylor’s reasons for coming to their place come into play. The three girls find their way to the couch, where Victoria’s about to turn on the tv, probably to suggest a movie or something, but Taylor interrupts her with a hand and a smile. “Before you do that, would you and Amy mind getting naked for me? There’s some things I want to test, and as much as I enjoyed Lunch…”

“I wanted more too,” Victoria confesses with a grin, “You felt so good inside me.” The word ‘good’ is practically moaned, sending a shiver of pleasure through Taylor’s body and drawing a lusty twitch from the horsecock restrained in Taylor’s pants.

“I never got a chance at school, I hope if we do some more, I get to go first this time.” Amy’s response to the request is no less arousing than her sister’s, and Taylor adjusts herself as both of them stand up to begin stripping. She’d unstrap entirely, but that would involve pushing her pants down first, and her plans make that seem more fun to let the two disrobing sisters’ do.

“Maybe Amy, maybe.” Taylor replies with a grin as both of them strip with absolutely no reluctance. Victoria’s youthfully buxom body contrasted with Amy’s ever so slightly pudgy form, Victoria being more slender but curvaceous with pleasingly thick thighs, and Amy having a bit twiggier legs than her sister and just a bit of pudge around her midsection, much like Taylor.

“You two don’t mind if I record this on my phone right?” She asks, drawing her phone from her pocket, and motioning with it to the pair of them. Her response is, from Victoria, a grin and a grope of her own chest  and Amy blushes but nods, “I don’t mind, not if it’s you.” Neither of them care… Taylor really would have thought that, particularly given the complaints Victoria’s voiced where Taylor could hear before about perverts trying to get pictures under her costume skirt, Victoria would have cared, but not enough to throw Taylor’s power.

The two sisters sit back on the couch again, though they scootch a bit closer and closer to cuddling up against either side of the tall lanky dickgirl in the center. Taylor had intended to jump immediately to the next little push, seeing how they would handle being ordered, not requested but ordered, to suck her off together, but it just feels so pleasant to have their warm and soft bodies pressed against her with very little between them that she lets it go for a minute or two, just enjoying the warm softness and occasionally groping gently.

She doesn’t leave it more than a few minutes though, as enjoyable as cuddling with them is, she does want a bit more than that, and so does her libido. “Amy, Victoria, on the ground in front of me. The pair of you are to work together and give me a blowjob.”

There’s a split second, likely while the thought buries itself into their ears, that Taylor worries that maybe it was too far. Maybe her power only works on requests, and it makes them seem too normal to possibly say no to. Maybe this is when they realize they’re being Mastered and she goes to prison.

None of that comes to pass, and less than a heartbeat later Victoria’s laughing and smiling as she nods, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’m sure the big girl between your legs has been asking longer than that. We don’t mind, not at all, right Amy?”

“No, not if it’s you…” Amy shakes her head, and both of them slide from the couch relaxed and smoothly as they move down between Taylor’s long legs, and smile up at her with a pair of smiles as they both reach forward, unbuttoning and unzipping the long fly of the jeans and Taylor lifts her hips slightly, helping them to pull them over her hips, before Amy, being the one on the right from Taylor’s perspective, reaches forward and unclips the soft leather strap holding her member in place and dissuading it from getting hard while she’s wearing it.

Immediately, because why wouldn't it with a pair of such beautiful girls on display and prepared to tend to it, Taylor’s length unsheaths from it’s protective covering and begins extending toward them even as Victoria fishes pulling her pants off and looks back to get the cockhead tapping her on the side of her jaw after tossing the pants aside. “Oh hello there beautiful…” She purrs as she kisses the head, cupping the head with her hand and supporting its heft. “Amy, you want to go low? I’ll go high.”

The question didn’t really seem to need to be asked because Amy was already leaning forward, pressing her face against the joining of Taylor’s grapefruit sized testicles and the root of her horsecock breathing in deeply as her mouth began licking and kissing at the large testicles before her. As this happens Victoria seems to be trying to come to terms with her part, that is to say, that she has signed her jaw up for. She doesn’t take too long on it though, an impatient glare from Taylor is all it takes for the curvy blonde to open her mouth as far as it can go, and begin trying her best to draw the heavy length in front of her into it. She can’t quite keep her teeth away, but where Taylor had heard boys at school complaining about how much it hurt if they even touched, it’s hardly her favorite part of the blowjob attempt, but it doesn’t particularly detract either.

Particularly not as she tries to get deeper and Taylor feels herself hit the back of Victoria’s throat. The gagging causes a fluttering pressure that makes Taylor groan before Victoria reluctantly draws herself back off the long thick member. “Actually, I might need some help… no way I can get that all in my mouth… well… not today, sorry Taylor,” She apologizes with a grin, licking the broad head top to bottom.

Amy breaks off from her worship of the orbs underneath to take a deep breath and nods, “Together then.” It’s as if the two have made a habit of sucking people off together as the pair of them reorient so they’re once more on either side of the center of Taylor’s shaft, and then the worship resumes, this time both of them starting at the base, kissing and licking up the long shaft.

“Play with each other too,” an order given not just for the sake of how hot it would be to get on a recording of the pair of sisters, but also both to see if even that is an order that seems too normal to resist, and also because Taylor is growing increasingly sure that Amy will find it far too personally enjoyable.

There’s no hesitation though, none at all, Victoria is even the first one to reach for Amy’s form, her left hand reaching across to begin teasing Amy’s nipples even as the pair of them reach the broadly flared head of the horsecock they’re jointly worshiping. Amy doesn’t reach for Victoria's breasts though, she pulls Victoria into a full french kiss instead, even as they both continue stroking Taylor’s long member. Of the two, the brunette sister clearly enjoys the mutual pleasuring significantly more, but they return to a more direct focus on their tall raven haired guest with no required prompting from Taylor.

Amy lifts her slightly smaller than her sister’s chest and grins at Victoria, “I have an idea.”

It only takes a quick up and down nmotion from Amy withile holding her tits for Victoria to seemingly get the point, nodding with a lewd grin, “Mmm, yea, Dean’s never asked, but I know he would love it… how about you Taylor? Want a boobjob from both of us?”

“Well I’m not about to say no to an offer like that…” Taylor responds with a smile, happy to see that they aren’t just following orders, but coming up with new ideas on their own. So her power doesn’t fully remove their minds… It does leave her wondering if Annette has come to her senses regarding what happened this morning, but that’s a thought for later, for right now, a pair of sisters one of whom is beyond hot, and the other isn’t exactly homely herself are pressing their much larger than her own chests, one being a large C and the other a medium sized B cup, around the tall teenage dicklgirl’s hefty horsecock.

It forms a soft, silky tunnel that presses around the thick four inch across member, up and down it, drawing groans from Taylor’s lips as they press in, using their tongues on exposed portions sending spikes of pleasure through the slowly building pleasurable tide. Their soft tits rubbing across her, with their ninpples sending trails of unique sensations as well, would definitely cause them to get covered in white by itself, but their tongues and kisses mean she’s heading toward the cliff even faster.

Soon enough Taylor knows she’s getting close. “Cheek to cheek girls, I owe you a drink and the delivery is coming.” There had been a moment where Taylor had almost called them her pets, maybe her wonderful sluts, but chickened out at the last moment. In a way it seemed almost silly. She’s mind controlling these girls to worship her massive horsecock; fucked one earlier in the day and came so deep inside her that there is definitely still Taylor’s cum deep inside of her womb, a fact that still sends pleasurable tingles down Taylor’s spine; but somehow she doesn’t want to get any dirtier with them in this moment than ‘girls’. Maybe in the future.

For now, her warning goes heeded, as the sisters press their cheeks together, eyes closed as they wait for it, just in time for the first rope of Taylor’s ejaculate to rocket out from the cock they had only just been worshiping. It coats both of them fairl liberally just with the first jet, but it hardly stops there, continuing until they are both quite coated. Taylor doesn’t have to say anything, suggestion or otherwise, before Amy turns and begins practically attacking Victoria with her tongue, licking up as much of the coating that Victoria had received as she can.

Victoria is just as enthusiastic, at first anyway. Once the bulk of the mess is licked up and they can both see her enthusiasm does go down visibly, though she still seems to rather enjoy the taste as she swallows, shivering several times in what Taylor can only interpret as either pleasure or horror, but with the occasional lipbites taken into account the tall dickgirl is pretty sure it’s pleasure. She had no issues with enthusiasm when it was still in some ways a rather close to incestuous double blowjob, but it’s more missing now…

Taylor makes the mental note that her power can cause people to do what she wants, so far at least sexually anyway, and otherwise ignore what she’s doing as if it happens literally everyday and isn’t worth paying attention to, but doesn’t at all overwrite personality. Enthusiasm of following the orders differs person to person. That Amy possesses such great enthusiasm either means she’s a much bigger cumslut and doesn’t care that Victoria’s her sister… or she has far less qualms about sex with her sister than Victoria does.

Putting aside her little mental notebook that’s rapidly filling with tidbits about her power, Taylor speaks up for the first time since she’d warned them she was about to cum, “If I came that much into you earlier Victoria, you might have a new bun in the oven… now that’s a fun mental image, isn’t it?”

Victoria flushes, her right hand falling to lay over roughly where her womb is located, rubbing it contemplatively. Taylor’s almost sure she’s going to ask for her to make sure, bending the blonde over again and dumping another massive creampie into Victoria, before she can however, there’s a slight interruption.

“I can make sure!” The tall ravenette and Victoria both turn and look at Amy, happily perked up and smiling as she proudly declares she can ensure that Taylor’s cumbath of Victoria’s womb earlier in the day has lasting effects. Taylor knows why she’s tempted, it’s a documented fact that dickgirls have instinctually rewarded desires to impregnate but that Amy would so enthusiastically offer to change her sister’s life, probably forever… Taylor’s not sure if it’s particularly telling of her power’s potency, or Amy’s seeming lust for Victoria. “She’s not ovulating right now, but I can change that. One touch and Vicky will have a bump growing inside of a couple months.”

“Well Victoria? Would you enjoy that? Do you want me to make you a mother, to impregnate you and leave you unable to ever forget me?” Taylor pauses before a particularly arousing thought enters her head, “Do you want me to claim you?”

“Why would I ever refuse? Of course I’d like that,” Despite her seeming to still view it as an ‘of course’ and probably completely normal, there’s still a heavy flush on Victoria’s cheeks. The question was normal, but it’s still an intimate topic, and a decision to become pregnant, so it still elicits an emotional response? It’s a guess but it’s the best Taylor has.

There’s a pause as Taylor thinks it over. If she gives Amy the okay, if she intentionally impregnates Victoria despite the blonde certainly not being in the position to be able to say no… It will be a horrible thing to do to another girl. Horrible. Taylor knows that, and yet those same instincts that she knows were implanted through the Virus are screaming in her head about how hot it will be, knowing Victoria is pregnant with her child. Besides, a little voice in the back of her head says, your power makes it so she won’t regret it. Sure kids are expensive, but you can find a way around that! It’s an insidious thought, one that worms its way deep into her mind and joins up with that instinct until there’s only one answer that will come out of Taylor’s mouth, “Amy… do it, and then, why don’t the two of you have a bit of fun with each other…” Not only will it be quite hot to watch, Taylor wants to see if her theory regarding Amy is correct.

Amy acts first, pushing against Victoria and kissing her passionately, as if she’s been craving doing just that for so long. You know she’d been leering at Victoria’s swaying breasts in the lunchroom, and had been only too enthusiastic when cleaning her up before you left said lunchroom. Watching her continue licking and nipping at Victoria’s body she does draw moans from the blonde’s lips as Taylor strokes herself, enjoying the sight as she keeps the camera pointed at them, watching as Amy licks her sister all the way down to her pussy. As she reaches it, she sucks on Victoria’s clit, then says just barely audible to Taylor, “You’re a mother now…”

Victoria flushes deeply again even amidst her moans but she seems to prefer looking at Taylor stroking her cock to looking anywhere near the girl eating her out, but considering what she knows about the rest of how her power seems to be working, it doesn’t seem likely that it’s because of the insestual nature of it. If Taylor’s getting her power correct, Amy eating her out, or eating out Amy, must seem totally normal to her. Curious, and wanting to make sure, she decides to just ask the moaning blonde, “What seems to be the problem Victoria? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself as much as Amy is.”

Victoria’s flush deepenns even more, and her face begins to reach atomic blush levels, “It’s just… I’m not really that attracted to girls? It makes sense that you’d ask us to have sex to get ready, but I’m just not interested in them.”

So it’s an issue of orientation. Incest stops being a problem, because that she would have sex with Amy is totally normal to her, but it doesn’t force enjoyment so her being naturally at least sexually straight is a problem. “I wonder if there’s a gentle way to fix that….”

There’s no verbal response, but suddenly Victoria’s reactions get a lot more… passionate, as she rotates enough to grab Amy’s leg and tug her up toward Victoria’s face. “Amy, don’t be so selfless.”

Amy doesn’t need telling twice, rapidly shifting around and laying herself down along Victoria’s body so they’re sixty-nineing and Victoria’s enthusiasm is suddenly very present. Her hands stroking, fingering, and spreading Amy so her tongue can get deeper inside while Amy does the same to her. Something changed, what was it… Taylor’s power doesn’t seem to work that way at all, even with a request… “Amy… did you?”

“You asked. I could do it… so I did.” And that’s about all there is to it to the freckled brunette’s mind, and she returns to trying to drive her buxom blonde sister to orgasm. An attempt that’s mutual, and rapidly causing Taylor to want someone wrapped around her cock again.

And since Amy had been so helpful, twice, and had asked if she could have a turn earlier, Taylor was feeling like seeing the freckled teen writhe around her cock was sounding like a fantastic idea. Standing, Taylor walks across to where the two were eating each other out in between the tv and the couch, the movie Victoria had turned on during that initial cuddling long forgotten. When she arrives at Amy’s bent over rear end and Victoria’s head, Victoria actually smiles up at her between Amy’s legs and spreads her pussy open, “She’s ready.” 

Given that Victoria’s face is slicked to her ears with Amy’s juices, Taylor didn’t even think of doubting it. There is a thought of making sure she’s loose enough, but at this point, Taylor’s libido is awake enough that it isn’t particularly looking to pause that long. Besides, Victoria had taken it with little trouble or pain… “Hey Amy,” She calls out, first to Victoria so she’ll stop the licking of Taylor’s cock and Amy’s entrance and then to said freckled brunette as she presses the flared head to the slick, ready, entrance to Amy’s pussy and begins to press inside, getting more resistance than she had from Victoria and a fair bit more than Annette, but not enough to make sense given she was pushing a tube four inches across into what is revealed only moments later to be a virgin hole. “Do you know why none of the girls I’ve had sex with have needed any assistance loosening up?”

Amy doesn’t answer, too consumed with eating Victoria as best she can to all evidence, until Taylor reaches forward and grips her hair, pulling her hair slowly until Amy’s head comes up, then she repeats her question, her voice more insistent and demanding, “Slut, I asked you a question. Do you know why none of the girls I’ve had sex with have needed any assistance loosening up?”

“I’m not sure… I can… oh gods… I can guess though.” Amy’s response is interposed with groans and moans as Taylor’s hips never fully stop their attempt to get her fourteen inch long cock buried into Amy.

Given Amy’s power, that guess is better than Taylor’s fully studied one so she’ll take what she can get on that front, “Make that guess.”

“Don’t…. Oh god… Don’t tell anyone, but… Vicky is infected by Erectus’ virus too. She never… oh god  yes deeper… she never changed… outwardly…” Amy’s voice keeps breaking up, enough so that it frustrates Taylor and she stops moving.

“Outwardly?” No answer, and Taylor’s voice drops to a growl. “Victoria, stop, your sister doesn’t get any more till she answers. I asked you a question Amy. What did you mean by outwardly?” Her only response is a whine before she slaps the more plush backside, “I’ll move, and let Victoria continue, when you answer me.” A bluff that Taylor prays Amy doesn’t call, because there is no way she can hold position that long if Amy doesn’t start talking fast.

Fortunately Amy’s mind is mostly focused on ‘Whatever gets me fucked faster’ at the moment, so she doesn’t call it. “I didn’t tell anyone, but of the four infected who didn’t develop external symptoms I’ve examined, three of which still don’t know they’re infected but all of whom had changed internally. They’re more elastic, their cells are slightly more energy efficient, and unlike normal cells when they undergo mitosis the damage to the new cell was minimal by comparison to an uninfected individual.”

“Meaning…” The first part Taylor can reason out, the second part… more endurance? The third… Taylor remembers something from Biology but it’s a bit hazy in the moment, and she can’t quite remember. Something to do with aging? Maybe?

The frustrated sound from Amy is so cute that Taylor can’t help the slight flex of her cock sending a squeak through Amy. “Meaning infected girls who stay that way are stretchier, which is especially critical for equus cock like yours, have slightly more endurance, and age slower. Dickgirls like you age even slower, though you’re not biologically immortal.”

Taylor notices that at no point had she mentioned herself. The explanation explains Victoria, and maybe even Annette, but Amy was excluding herself from the explanation with wording. “And you? Why are you not in agony right now?”

There’s another adorably frustrated sound but she doesn’t argue, “I’m not sure. I shouldn’t be infected, but there are other possibilities… I’ll check later, just please… fuck me.” She tries another little backward hip thrust against Taylor’s hands.

Taylor releases Amy’s hair, pushing her back down to Victoria’s soaked slick cunt, “Good girl, you answered my questions. Good girls get rewarded.” Her words are punctuated by a heavier thrust than before where she’d been working Amy open gently before she continues somewhere between.

Amy takes what feels like half again as much time as it had taken to work Victoria open enough to begin to pick up energy, the entire time, her head barely comes up to moan or groan, entirely devoted to doing her best to devour Victoria’s certainly equally soaked pussy until the first time the flared broad head of Taylor’s thick horsecock taps against her cervix. “Remember how I said good girls get rewarded? Let’s fill that womb.”

First she does admittedly need to build some speed, because while Amy is open enough to permit her tapping in the first place, what Taylor’s learned from her past two lovers at this point is that she’ll need more leverage and less clamping to get inside.To do that, she needs to really work Amy open, a trick that’s easier said than done given the brunette’s repeated heavy orgasms. Taylor would be flattered to the point of egotism if she didn’t have a heavy suspicion of some serious incestuous thoughts lurking behind Amy’s eyes for a long time at this point. That leaves how much of that being down to Taylor’s skill and how much is down to a certainly possibly extremely long held fantasy being fulfilled as an unknown. 

Still, it doesn’t change that Amy is having repeated heavy orgasms rip through her body that cause Taylor to have little to no choice but to slow down, though never quite stop, inn working her open to the point that the pressure is immensely pleasurable, but not actually prohibitive, from her self-imposed mission of hilting herself in the freckled brunette.

This self-imposed mission is made tricky by how good it feels to be so deep in her. If you were to put a gun to her head and force her to tell you who was better, she’d begrudgingly tell you that Victoria was harder to keep from cumming in till after she was past the cervix and hilted, but it wouldn’t be for lack of trying. In point of fact, Taylor would argue the possibility exists that it’s because Victoria is already infected, and the inbuilt compatibility between infected females and dickgirls, that Victoria was definitely more pleasurable. Besides that, it wasn’t like she was only going to fuck the most pleasurable female around her, even with Victoria’s slightly improved stamina if Taylor tried to use her and only her to relieve her libido, she’d probably never do anything else.

Well, she would if she was pressed anyway, as it is, the last thing on Taylor’s mind is whether or not Amy is as pleasurable as Vicky was, and more on ensuring that she doesn’t blow before she’s gotten hilted.

Working in and out Taylor bends forward to kiss her shoulder as she reaches under Amy to begin groping her chest as soon as Amy is worked open enough for Taylor to start pushing against her cervix. Squeezing, stroking, and pinching at them as her flared cock slowly convinces Amy’s cervix to open up enough for it to pass through. As she can feel like it’s starting to get a bit of progress Taylor leans back again and takes hold of Amy’s hips to begin applying a bit more strength, knocking on the gates again and again, slowly forcing it further and further apart.

“Won’t be too long now Amy, I’ll be all the way inside you, and you’ll be mine just like Victoria is, isn’t that right Victoria?” A sluttily affirmative sound comes from between Taylor’s legs where Victoria is busy licking at Amy’s clit and Taylor’s balls alternatively. “Is that what you want Amy?”

“Yes… Take… take all of me…”  There’s a sense of relief in Amy’s voice that surprises Taylor, it seems to reach farther than any kind of relief of sexual energy could… there’s a story there. 

“What about being a mother? You can’t do it the easy way, but it’ll happen eventually. I won’t stop you from birth control, but watching you swell would be quite pleasing…” There’s no truly distinguishable response, and Amy’s groan is heavily aroused but hardly distinct as a response. Ah well, she’ll get on birth control if she wants to, Taylor has at least that much faith in her that she’ll figure it out if she wants to avoid that. With that being said, Taylor does hope that she’ll have both sisters swelling for her soon enough.

Another few thrusts, another few taps at Amy’s cervix and the inner gate protecting Amy’s womb from being stretched around Taylor’s fourteen inch long four inch wide horsecock, and it’s only a moment or two later that Taylor groans in satisfaction as Amy’s stretched thin pussy lips swallow up her cock’s base, “That’s it Amy… you’re mine now… and now I’m going to seal the deal…”

Her pace accelerates, bashing through the cervix again and again as Taylor drives herself toward the peak, enjoying Amy’s repeated orgasms as she goes, until Taylor can’t restrain herself anymore, erupting as she slams once more to the hilt deep into Amy, coating her womb white until the pressure overcomes the size of her cock and begins to flood backward around Taylor’s cock, nearly filling her to the brim, a mess that is partially dragged out of Amy by the fat cock that had deposited it as Taylor removes herself from the now insensate Amy, something that Victoria enjoys as some of the mess lands on her face.

“Open up Victoria, I seem to be a little dirty from your sister, you wouldn’t mind cleaning me off with your throat would you?” Victoria’s mouth opens and Taylor ‘kindly’ pushes some of the cum that had fallen onto her face during Taylor’s pull out into her mouth before following it up with her cock. The angle isn’t great, and Victoria’s gag reflex is strong, but she doesn’t resist or try to stop her ow- Taylor, stop Taylor from using her throat to ‘clean up’.

Not that Taylor simply pulls out when she’s cleaned up, working to open up Victoria’s throat, destroy her gag reflex, and sink deeper into it. Victoria’s tight, hot throat as her tongue does what it can while pinned against the floor of her mouth to massage and clean. Then Victoria starts humming, sending waves of pleasure up Taylor’s spine. “Oh that is… you are being a very good girl…” She moans out as she starts thrusting in and out of Victoria’s throat, pulling back just far enough that she can feel Victoria take a breath before she thrusts back in.

When Amy comes to, and starts to lift herself up with her arms, Taylor reluctantly pulls free of Victoria’s throat, shifting the brunette to sit on Victoria’s mouth, “Return the favor she gave you at lunch Victoria, she’s quite the mess right now. And Amy?” There's a confused, half aware groan from Amy before the pleasurable moans start. “Amy, I have a question for you. You can do more than just heal can’t you? You changed Victoria’s sexuality in an instant when I  commented on it.”

No legible response, getting Amy a smacked backside, leaving a reddening cheek, “Amelia Dallon!” A guess at her fuller name, but it gets a reaction, and Ammy seems to snap to awareness, “There you are, enjoying Victoria cleaning you up? I know I did.” Enough that Victoria’s getting another deposit… somewhere. She’s already pregnant, so the urge to stuff her cunt is less intense… but that will wait till this conversation is over.

“It’s… Oh god… It’s a dream come true…” She confesses around the moans, “I’ve been in love with her since we hit puberty…”

“Well you can keep having sex with her as far as I’m concerned as long as I still get to use the both of you, but I did ask a question…”

“Sorry… I wasn’t… mmm… I wasn’t really paying attention yet?” Even now Taylor doubts Amy’s full attention is on the taller teen, but as long as enough of it’s present for the conversation she won’t make Victoria stop.

Instead she just repeats the question, stretching from all that time kneeling. “You changed her sexuality in an instant when I mentioned it being slightly unfortunate and if there was a gentle way to fix it. Your power is more than just healing isn’t it…”

“Total Biological Manipulation,” She admits before choking back another moan, “I can… I can do all kinds of things… I haven’t told anyone, not even Vicky…”

“I’ll talk to her, would that be okay?” Taylor isn’t sure how… aware they are of the fact that they are being Mastered, or how they’d take the insinuation that she’ll do it to their mother if she shows up. That… actually, it might not be the worst idea to deal with helping her baby mothers out… The saying ‘it takes a village’... Maybe that could be applied, carefully.

“Yea… from you I think she might listen…” Amy moans out as she nods, hm, maybe stopping Victoria while Amy is working will be necessary. Wouldn’t want her to be TOO distracted while working on the tall teen’s biology…

“Then I want you to do your best, your actual best, to improve me. Make me better, more.” Taylor orders, making the decision. She can work out for her own peace of mind and to cover for the changes afterwards, but ignoring the possibilities Amy offers would be foolish. “The Virus improved me in little ways, I want you to do it better.”

“I shouldn’t…” Taylor blinks at the fact that Amy’s actually managing to express hesitation, not that it lasts long when the brunette nods, “But for you… just… don’t tell anyone I can do this. Please?”

“I will only tell people who can be trusted and I must, is that acceptable?” If she feels so strongly about it that she managed actual hesitation despite Taylor’s power… It’s worth checking to make sure she doesn’t actually upset her, and somehow cause her to break free.

Amy’s response takes a moment to come, and for once this conversation Taylor doesn’t think it’s due to pleasure from Victoria’s ministrations, “As long as you’re careful… yes.”

“Then I can agree to that.” Taylor responds and offers her hand for Amy to touch. “Victoria, please stop until your sister is done.”

There’s a small whine from Amy, but she doesn’t argue against it, only reaching out to take Taylor’s hand, “Sit down please, you will probably fall if you don’t,” Taylor takes the suggestion and actually lays all the way down waiting for Amy to begin her work, which she can positively identify as a curious sensation starting throughout her body, “Walk… walk me through… What’s happening.”

Currently-Pleasure-Withheld-Amy is a model of motivation it seems, because she speaks immediately. “The human body is naturally selected ‘good enough’. But nearly all of it can be improved. Redundancies created. I’m currently breaking down your musculature and replacing it with a design nature wishes it had come up with,” She pauses in focus before she continues, “The virus did a surprisingly good job considering how broad spectrum it is, but because of how broad spectrum, it could never do the best job either, so I’m rewriting your cellular division protocols throughout all of your cells and revitalizing them on top of it. You’ll be biologically immortal as soon as you hit twenty five, and won’t ever have the usual breakdown of your body. Your body will be able to go for five times what anyone else with your fitness would be able to do, and digestion? I could remove your anus entirely and you would be entirely unaffected by it, but it would certainly look a bit weird, so I won’t do that. Your lungs are being rebuilt from the ground up, with far better filtration than the human body could ever manage to come up with on its own. At this point there are very few poisons that could ever hurt you, though mustard gas would still be a problem without me giving you the ability to wholly stop breathing and seal your body. Your heart takes half as much energy to do three times the work, necessary to keep your improved musculature working at full capacity… and a few other minor adjustments.”

That’s a lot… Taylor had expected a few improvements, but that’s a very long list, and it was clear she was simplifying a lot of it too. “You’re doing all that?”

Amy’s huff is adorable. “Well… not right now… You lack the fuel for the changes I’m making. Some of them are being made up for by cannibalizing what already exists, but I can’t do that for all of it. So you’ll be very… very hungry for the next few days. You need to eat to fullness at basically every chance. It won’t go to waste, and if you actually manage to build appreciable fat… I can make adjustments again later… and I’m done. Now, can I please?”

Taylor stands shakily, her body already craving calories pronto, “Yea… Victoria, go wild, give her a big reward befitting a good girl…”

Taylor’s digging in the kitchen, pulling out a jar of crunchy peanut butter and starting to just eat it with a spoon when there’s the sound of the door being unlocked as Taylor is going back into the living room, enjoying the sound of pleasured moans as she goes. Huh, someone’s home. Interesting.