Stranger Things: Adult Video (Patreon)

Robin couldn’t say how in the hell she—burnout dyke queen extraordinaire of Hawkins—ended up at the sexual beck and call of Literal No Metaphorical But More Literal Than In Robin’s Case Queen Bee Nancy.

She thought Nancy was hot, of course, and Nancy apparently thought she was hot and also that girls were hot in general, like what? And Steve, though not one to ever give away Robin’s secret, kept making leading comments to Robin and God knew what he said to Nancy, not that he needed to say anything.

One look from those big Bambi eyes on the paradoxically sylphlike girl and she seemed to have Robin all figured out.

Things like how she could touch Robin. And kiss Robin. And tell Robin what to do. And Robin just… let her. In fact, she got excited by the whole thing, jumping at the chance to please Nancy by doing whatever she was told.

It was the kind of loser pussy-whipped move she would endlessly make fun of Steve for, but Robin couldn’t bring herself to care when it was Nancy Wheeler pussy. Fuck counterculture authenticity. After a night with Nancy, Robin felt like she had a high in her cunt. Which was slightly gross in wording, but fucking awesome in practice.

And Nancy told her there was more. Things she’d practiced with dear, departed, but thankfully out of the way Barb which were now to be deployed on Robin’s endlessly willing ass. Nancy had treated her to fingers, she’d used her tongue on her—and of course she’d made Robin return the favor ad nauseum, make that ad fucking awesome because Robin loved servicing Princess Nancy even without anything happening between her own legs.

Though stuff did happen, not because of any notion of equity between them, but because Nancy got off on Robin’s cunt as much as Robin got off on hers. Well, not as much. No one could possibly love anything as much as Robin loved servicing that slit between Nancy’s legs. But Nancy still really loved making Robin’s eyes cross with a pinch on her clit and Robin could not possibly give less of a shit that Nancy didn’t really give a shit about pleasing her, she just liked feeling the inside of Robin’s cunt or whatever. Maybe she was love’s chew-toy, but at least she got played with on the regular.

In fact, she got more sex than she knew what to do with—right in the middle of her shift at Family Video, for instance.

Nancy came in and Robin looked up, smiling, from reshelfing videos, pleased that her girl who was a friend who also fucked her had paid her a visit. Nancy was wearing a cute little skirt and a cute little blouse and cute little heels and, with only Robin watching, she lifted her skirt and showed her the big strap-on she was wearing.

Not cute at all.

“I, ah, I need to take a smoke break,” she stammered to Steve.

“You don’t smoke! I mean, not—oh,” he said in realization, seeing Robin rush over to take Nancy by the hand.

It was a Wednesday and no one rented shit on a Wednesday, so Steve would understand if she cut out on him to get some action. She would do the same for him. And in the same place too—she led Nancy into what had once been the adult video section when this was Hawkins Video.

Now that it was Family Video, there were still no windows, dimmed lights, and a blackout curtain guarding the entrance, but the room was devoted to foreign films. With Steve standing guard and the general interest in foreign languages Hawkins showed, they were safe.

“How’ve you been?” Robin asked politely.

“Horny,” Nancy replied, stepping out of her skirt so she only had on her boots, legwarmers, and that cock. “Doesn’t it look like it? Here. Feel.”

She took Robin’s hand and guided it to the strap-on’s head. Robin fondled it, marveling at the heft. It wasn’t realistic at all, of course, but then she wouldn’t want it to be. The plain, sleek shaft seemed to free up her mind so she could better pay attention to Nancy’s lovely face, made even more lovely with the wicked expression of domineering intent she wore. Almost too wicked.

“Little big, isn’t it?” Robin asked, chuckling nervously. “It’s not like I’m, y’know… used to penises or penis-like objects… in general…”

“You’ll get used,” Nancy cooed, slurring the word between two pronunciations. “But if you’re worried, you could always lube it up.”

“Lube… lube… lubricant, right, that’s right,” Robin nodded, feeling like an idiot for misplacing the meaning of the word. “You brought lubricant?”

“Over five feet of it,” Nancy said, and pressed Robin down onto her knees. “Let’s see, what haven’t I put in your mouth yet…”

There was precious little on Nancy’s body, at least that was factory model, that could claim that distinction. Robin had sucked on her fingers, she’d sucked on her toes, she’d licked Nancy all over. Her tongue had penetrated Nancy both fore and aft… a strap-on was just about all that was left, unless Nancy developed a fetish for hand-feeding Robin, and she liked doing other things with Robin’s mouth too much for that to ever happen.

One of those things she liked was going to have to be what Robin did now, leaning forward and pushing her tongue out to run it up the underside of the long, fat dildo. Then fluttering it at the tip of the strap-on. At its knob.

Nancy groaned appreciatively at the sight and twisted her hands into Robin’s auburn hair, pulling her head closer, pulling her mouth onto the strap-on. And her throat.

Robin sucked at the silicone. She just had to keep sucking until she swallowed and once she swallowed, it would be in her gullet, no problem.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, feeling the dildo push and press against everything it could reach of her mouth. It felt like it was alive, but that was just Nancy’s hips twitching, shoving her cunt against the base of the strap-on, masturbating herself as slightly as she could on Robin’s mouth.

Robin’s lips fastened on the phallic girth and she sucked as lovingly on the dildo as if it were really part of Nancy’s body. Nancy jammed it further into Robin’s throat, ass and hips jerking like she really was trying to fuck Robin in the face.

“Unggh!” she gagged, Nancy’s dildo filling her gullet. Nancy held it there and Robin bobbed her head on it, taking all the long shaft into her throat. Her nose nestled into Nancy’s lower belly, inhaling the tart, cinnamon-y smell of her aroused cunt.

Then Nancy drew out until only the tip was still between Robin’s pursed lips. Long enough for Robin’s nostrils to flare with breath. Then Nancy drove it all in again, fucking Robin’s mouth… there could be no other word for it… Robin’s mouth felt completely and utterly fucked.

Robin’s shaggy bob swayed back and forth as she ducked her head like she was bobbing her apples, gorging herself on all the cock that Nancy had to offer. Her tongue slid around the underside of the dildo and her lips sucked and dragged at its thick girth.

She didn’t know why—Robin knew Nancy couldn’t really feel what she was doing—which she guessed meant that she herself was getting off on this somehow. Like she just liked being a slut.

Which she did, so long as she was Nancy’s slut. If Nancy wanted her to be a good girl, sure, she’d be a good girl, but Nancy liked shoving cock into her mouth and fucking her there, which wasn’t good girl behavior. It was a slut behavior and it was turning Nancy on and if Robin could just get Nancy turned on enough, she would fuck her. And obviously Robin liked that. Because Nancy would like that. She hoped.

She could do more than hope. Robin drew her lips up to the tip of Nancy’s strap-on and with each word brushing against the end of the thing, she said “You like seeing my mouth wrapped around your dick?”

That got Nancy. Her slender body shuddered like a leaf in the wind. So much lust that it didn’t seem like it could all fit in her lissome figure. She took hold of the strap-on and held its tip between Robin’s eyes like a gun. “I’d like seeing you naked. On your back. Legs apart. And wet as a fucking Slip N Slide.” Nancy grinned. “Wet part’s already taken care of, isn’t it?”

Robin moved quickly to do the rest. She pulled off her shirt, kicked off her shoes, dropped her pants. Then, gathering her nerve, she undid her bra. Her face flamed as her breasts tumbled out, so damn big that she heard Nancy grind her teeth at the sight of them. Their natural firm thrust was as perky as Nancy’s A-cups. Robin was used to a reaction of jealousy from other girls, but that wasn’t what she got from Nancy.

“God, you’re really stacked,” Nancy breathed. “I’m going to buy you some nice bras to really show those knockers off.”

Robin blushed harder—even she couldn’t say anything to a compliment like that. She heard Nancy breathing hard as she stooped to whisk off her panties; now standing before Nancy naked except for her socks.

“Oh God,” Nancy sighed. “You’ve got a big ass too. To go with those big tits. I think I’m going to have you wear some thongs. Just so whenever I want, I can pick up your skirt and see that nice… fat… ASS.”

Robin bit her lip and forced herself to look at Nancy. Naked from the waist down, except those boots and the strap-on harness were sort of clothes. Though she felt sort of naked, too. More powerful than naked. Robin supposed this was what a stripper felt like, having to prance around in nothing but high heels while the guy she was dancing for was fully dressed. Only… she didn’t hate being the stripper in this scenario. Not when it was Nancy.

Nancy’s sexual fervor died away to a more casual tone. “I mean, I should probably make you wear just no underwear at all, but tits like those really need a bra. And it’d bug me if I wore a bra but no panties. It probably shouldn’t, because I can get away with wearing panties but no bra, but somewhere between the hygiene and the OCD, it just seems wrong. So let’s stick with thongs for now. Thongs and some nice push-up bras to show off those big tits. No more dyke crap. My girl has to look good. But just for me, Robin. That cunt and those tits, even that fat ass, they’re mine. Whenever you show them off, remember that you’re showing them off to me. Just like right now.”

Robin felt a little breathless, just letting Nancy gawk at her superbly naked body, those doe eyes darting between Robin’s large ripe tits and the overgrown triangle of her snatch.

“And I want you to shave your pussy,” Nancy declared. “The untamed wilderness thing won’t have much point after I’ve been the first one to ream you out. Now get down on your back and let me have your virgin cunt.”

Blushing and quaking, Robin lay down on her back on the floor, thanking God that she’d vacuumed the carpet earlier that day out of boredom. She couldn’t believe that she was being this submissive to little Nancy Wheeler, that total priss who she guessed had dealt with Upside Down bull three or four times. So of course she had more backbone than she let on.

But so much backbone that she was essentially the guy in their relationship, for all Robin’s protests that lesbians didn’t work that way. Robin had felt like such a big queer, in her little suits and sneakers and short haircuts—here Nancy came and she was a princess getting deflowered by a big swaggering knight. Her ravager just happened to have the body of tiny skinny Nancy Wheeler.

And Nancy proved it, mounting Robin immediately, snorting with excitement as she crushed Robin into the carpet hard enough to give her rug burn. She shoved Robin’s thighs apart even further than they were already splayed and rammed the broad tip of her strap-on against Robin’s cunt. The only saving grace was that Robin was already wet, her folds sensitive and engorged, sending a tingle of pleasure through her along with the pain of stretching for the first time.

“Hey!” Robin cried.

Nancy strove with her hips again, pushing the tip of the dildo actually inside of her virginity. It only went in an inch, but Robin was unprepared for the pain. She couldn’t keep tears from filling her eyes. Nancy drew back in surprise, gawking at Robin entirely differently from up on top of her.

“Robin,” she said hoarsely, “you’re a virgin? Not a lesbian virgin… a virgin virgin?”

Robin sniffled. “No, I… I mean… there’ve been girls—girls like you—well, not like you, there aren’t any girls like you, but I’ve kissed and fingered and there’ve been tongues.”

“But nothing that broke your hymen,” Nancy said.

“Well, we can’t all bust it riding our sweet sixteen ponies too hard!” Robin snapped. She usually wouldn’t be so defiant, but she felt a petulant urge to really milk her tears and the flush of pain on her face… Nancy was just paying so much attention to her…

“God, I just wanted a quickie.” Nancy pinched her lips together. “Okay, fuck it, we’re not stopping. But I am going to do this right and you’ll be good and ready for your first time, promise.”

“It’s not my first time,” Robin whined, starting to get up, but Nancy shoved her back down onto her back.

“It’s your first time,” Nancy said firmly. “And I’m taking your virginity.”

“Okay,” Robin said numbly, the pain of her violated sex forgotten, everything throbbing and tingling again like a hot-rod engine before a drag race.