Adult Video 5 (Patreon)

Robin pressed tight to Nancy, kissing her, feeling the familiar bulge in her slacks nestled comfortably at the junction of Robin’s legs. Robin suddenly felt very close to her girlfriend—warm and wanted. Aching for Nancy in a way that came out of nowhere but quickly swelled into an all-out yearning. She just looked at Nancy with the need she was feeling and that was all it took for Nancy to sweep in and claim her.

She grabbed Robin and bodily carried her the short distance to the bed. Nancy’s lips locked onto hers; her tongue probed into the wetness of Robin’s mouth. Their embrace was fast and firm, with Robin quickly responding—snaking her own tongue past Nancy’s teeth. Her arms circled around Nancy’s back and with the grip she achieved, she rubbed herself lewdly against Nancy’s thigh. Robin ached to be totally naked, totally vulnerable to the harshly solid dildo she felt under Nancy’s slacks.

Nancy tried to slow down, to avoid totally indulging her frantic need to be inside Robin just a little, but it was useless. Touching Robin and being touched by her made Nancy burn. And she could see the feel of her body made Robin swoon with delight herself. Those thimble-big nipples poked right through her leotard.

When Nancy stroked her body, the garment felt skintight, pressing tighter to Robin than Nancy ever could. It was enough to make her feel jealous. She knew Robin yearned to be freed from it; nothing for Nancy to touch but her eagerly anticipating body.

Locked together like two wrestlers, they swayed together on the bed, rising up and coming down. Nancy’s lips left Robin’s sweet mouth and instead followed a trail of tastes across Robin’s cheek to her neck. Her hand crept up the long, toned thigh under her lycra tights.

Teasing as she could only be by reminding herself of Robin’s mounting passion, Nancy eased her fingers closer to Robin’s groin. Under all that spandex, Robin moaned audibly, barely able to breathe yet doing so thrillingly, chest rising and falling with each plump breast outlined in pink.

Nancy clawed her fingers into the taut elastic material of Robin’s leotard until she had a grip on it at the soft curve of Robin’s shoulder. She hooked the thin spandex and slowly peeled it down Robin’s trembling body. The fabric stretched across her right shoulder.

Robin held still, her breath coming fast, waiting and wanting to be naked, to be as physically surrendered to Nancy’s want for her as her mind already was.

Nancy turned her attention to the left shoulder. She pulled and tugged at the pink leotard until both Robin’s shoulders were bare, the spandex creased across the creamy smoothness of her chest. It still covered Robin’s nudity, hiding but not obscuring the swells of her proudly rounded breasts.

The deep and tantalizing décolletage showed over where the leotard had fallen, Robin’s creamy skin far more exciting than fashion could ever try to be. Nancy’s fingers touched the bare flesh, sliding down into the sweaty warmth that huddled under the stretch fabric.

Moaning, beholden to Nancy’s eagerly anticipating eyes, Robin took hold of the leotard and, as Nancy groped her, she pulled the material down over her soft, yielding breasts. Down the smooth, flat expanse of her stomach. Stopping at her hips, where her narrow belly flared out into a surpassingly feminine curvature.

With Robin’s breasts freed from their tight confines, the pair seemed to swell even bigger than they had been inside the spandex, quivering at the touch of cool air on the pinkly crinkled nipples. Nancy caressed the juicy mounds with open palms, squeezing at them and savoring their fullness while a thrill of wicked adrenaline raced through her, resounding in her cunt.

“Say please,” Nancy breathed.

Robin nearly whimpered. “Please hurry. Please strip me naked. Please make me naked for you so I can have your cock in my ass and comewithyourcockinmyass!” Robin rushed out her needful words like she was on a game show with only so much time to answer the question if she wanted to get the prize.

“Such a good girl,” Nancy cooed. Then, with a teasing smile: “Almost a little… prissy.”

Robin’s eyes were shut, her lips dry and her too nervous to lick them. She sat still, teeth a little bared by her slightly parted lips. Nancy grabbed the leotard and with it, the taut waistband of Robin’s tights. A sharp tug yanked both down Robin’s hips. The first wisps of pubic hair came into view. Nancy pulled again and made Robin absolutely naked, all of her sweet femininity on display like the marvel it was.

Waiting for Nancy’s attention so invitingly, it was almost a challenge to the Wheeler girl’s ability to dominate. Nancy knew she’d have to really put in the work if she wanted to give Robin the conquest she deserved. But she damn sure wasn’t letting Robin go back to boys thinking she couldn’t get a good dicking from the fairer sex.

The tips of Nancy’s fingers fluttered along Robin’s nipples, skating underneath her areolas to lift up the full, ripe hills. As if displaying them to Robin before she leaned in and licked those candied nipples just like they deserved.

“Yummy,” Nancy breathed, her voice low and sultry. “I’m going to take my clothes off now. Wanna feel how hot you’re burning when I fuck you. Think you can keep being a good girl and hold still while I take my nice, fashionable clothes off? I don’t want you to wrinkle them by humping my leg, you know.”

“You’re so mean,” Robin whined, squeezing her thighs together for what little good it did alleviating the throbbing in her sex. “I should take some scissors to your nice, fashionable clothes so you have to wear jeans and tees and I can actually get you naked with some time left over for having sex.”

“Complain, complain, complain,” Nancy falsetto’d at her. “And it doesn’t take me that long to get my clothes off. Look… first I take off my heels…”

With exaggerated slowness to highlight every action, Nancy got undressed. Neatly folded each item of clothing and set it by the bed. She was as eager to fuck as Robin was, but the redhead was just so cute when she was all turned on and mewling and hapless with need.

Almost as cute as when she had a dildo up her butt and a scowl on her barely pleasured face, trying to bear the pain long enough to orgasm.

Nancy supposed it was a little fucked up that she got off on torturing someone she loved, but it wasn’t like she was mean to Chester when she was over at the Byers’ or anything. This was more like making the dog dance for a bone. It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to let him, or Robin, have it. They just had to show her how much they wanted it so they didn’t end up all spoiled.

It was called a treat for a reason, after all.

“Who’s a good girl?” she asked Robin as her girlfriend remained obediently still, watching Nancy reveal herself with eyes as big as dinner plates. Her hands squeezed her own thighs hard enough to send her fingernails in an inch deep. “Who’s a good girl, Robin? You are! Yes, you are!”

“You’re such a witch,” Robin groaned. “It’s no wonder our town keeps getting attacked by monsters. You must have horrible karma. You should become a Hare Krishna and work on that.”

“I should fuck your ass and make you come,” Nancy said simply, standing there in nothing but the harness of her strap-on. “Now, who’s a good girl?”

Robin whimpered. Such a witch. “I am,” she said.

“Yes, you are,” Nancy agreed with a smile. Then Robin was sprawled naked under Nancy’s weight, her full breasts crushed under Nancy’s tautly slender chest, their moist lips locked together in combat, Nancy’s hungry tongue fighting its way to Robin’s.

Robin was so turned on she thought she’d die if she wasn’t fucked soon. She lifted her hips up to Nancy in supplication; then her long legs came up and meshed in a death-grip behind Nancy’s ass. Between her thighs, she felt Nancy’s slender hips and the long silicone erection that nestled against her damp curls, reflecting the heated pulse of her aroused cunt.

Robin whimpered, almost wishing Nancy would fuck her there, but she knew Nancy wanted to sodomize her. And she wanted what Nancy wanted. Surrender to her mistress, or whatever the hell Nancy was to her, was what took sex from being sex to being SEX.

“Too bad your asshole can’t get as wet as this creamy little cunt,” Nancy quipped. “I’m gonna need you to suck my cock a little before I put it in.”

“Nan-ceeeeee,” Robin pouted, so aggravated she would’ve stormed off if Nancy didn’t have her so horny.

Nancy gave her a sincere, loving smile. “I’m serious, Rob, I’m not putting it in dry. That ass of yours is way too mint for me to damage it beyond repair. And I’m sure you’d hate to explain to a nurse what you sat on to get a crater back there. So you suck me and I’ll lube you and it’ll only hurt a little. Besides—“ She batted her eyelashes sweetly. “It’s not my fault you’re a little slut who’s so fucking turned on already that her clit looks like it got stung by a bee.”

“Fuck you,” Robin snapped, shifting around to get her head between Nancy’s legs.

Nancy helpfully settled on her knees. “Such language. Don’t you know I’m a nice girl? I don’t even listen to music that’s too loud…”

“Just me gargling your cock,” Robin sniffed bitterly. “I’m going to remember this when I’m shopping for your birthday present.”

“All I want for my birthday is to fuck you in the ass,” Nancy said magnanimously.

“Well, I’m not going to come from it!” Robin retorted, too quickly for the comeback to be any good.

“Sure you won’t. That mouth is open, but I don’t see a prick in it.”

“Witch,” Robin said again, and laid between Nancy’s open thighs, trying as best she could to hide from Nancy’s view the delicious sight of her sucking on the head of the strap-on. She wrapped two fists around the lowermost portion of the shaft, rubbing into it the saliva that dribbled down from her slurping mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Suck and suck and suck,” Nancy cooed. “Does it even matter how many times this hog has been up your ass? I actually think you’re sucking it harder, knowing how deep it’s been in your bowels. Yeah. Swallow it, Rob. Fuck your own throat with it, just like you’re going to let it go between your cheeks. Only you won’t be fucking yourself then. I’ll be fucking you. Yeah, skank, I’ll be feeding it into your hole just as far as you can take it. And maybe a little more. Because that’s what that big ass was meant for. Having a dick all the way up it.”

Robin slid her hands around Nancy’s thighs and up the sweep of her hips, sandwiching her girlfriend’s pelvis between her ten fingers and her sucking mouth. She had Nancy’s pert buttocks in her palms and Nancy’s strap-on down her throat.

She sucked it hard, pulling on Nancy’s ass to drive them together, force the dildo deeper into her mouth and down to her gullet, swallowing all the time to make sure it went down even with saliva spilling out of her mouth, gagging and gurgling while her throat rebelled at the intrusion.

Finally, trailing spit from her slimy lips, she drew her head out of Nancy’s lap. Nancy wiped Robin’s lips off with her thumb. “Now let’s tenderize that ass a little. I don’t care how much lube it takes—this cock is going all the way in.”

Nancy produced a tube of lubricant and unscrewed the cap. She squeezed out a line of the clear gel between Robin’s buttocks. Then she relished rubbing it along the furrow of Robin’s ass—coating Robin’s anus with it—massaging the flesh until it was nice and soft and slippery, then fingering the orifice itself.

Before Nancy penetrated it, she circled it with the pads of her fingers and got it warm and open. Then she pushed two fingers in deep, greasing the inner surfaces of Robin’s sphincter. Finally, she pulled her hand away and gave her dildo a quick stroke with the remaining lubrication.

“I’m ready,” she trilled mockingly. “How about you, Rob? Think you can do without having an outbox for a while?”

Robin was too fucking turned on to banter. She kissed Nancy hard, biting her lip, sucking on her tongue, before finally using her hungry mouth to just beg. “Fuck me! Please fuck me already!”

“Belly. Now,” Nancy ordered with no humor in her eyes whatsoever. Robin’s supplication had gotten her as turned on as she was.

Robin obeyed instantly, flipping over onto her stomach. Nancy just as quickly got on top of her, mounting her, the thick dildo slotting neatly between Robin’s splayed buttocks—mushroom-shaped tip finding the gap of Robin’s well-prepared anus.

“Be careful what you wish for, sweetie,” Nancy taunted—one last insolence for the road. “Especially when you’re such a motherfucking anal whore.”