Mystery at MacMaster ch.17

Author's Note: The last MacMaster piece was pretty short and story-focused -- because it was essentially the 'lead-up' to this one! Twice the length and pretty much 100% action. Enjoy!

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Seneca and Rosa made their way up to Rosa’s room, Seneca lazily pushing the door shut behind her without looking as she followed Rosa to the bed. The effort, it turned out, was insufficient – the door swung nearly closed, losing momentum as it went, and coming to a full halt a few inches before coming into contact with the jamb. Just enough room to facilitate and obscure the presence of a curious onlooker, one whom had noticed the lustful pair heading up the stairs… Vanessa Vinke.

Vanessa had, as a general rule, not been dealing with Seneca Sky’s return to MacMaster particularly well. It had taken some time for her to even hear of it, since other students had avoided telling her so as not to make her upset. While it did not sting so greatly as Mica’s death – what could – the two certainly compounded to conjure a sour mood that was increasingly difficult to conceal. And now she was heading upstairs with Rosa Domingo of all people, perhaps the person next-highest-up on Vanessa’s personal shit-list after the navywoman had humiliated her at that party. As she approached the door to Rosa’s bedroom, she had half a mind to go in and give the both of them an earful, break up whatever wretched tryst they were soon to get up to, but, well… once she had actually gotten close enough to see through the open crack, it was quite difficult to want to disrupt what she was seeing.

Rosa took Seneca by the shoulders, twirling her and tossing her down onto the bed, watching with a smirk as the younger, slimmer girl wrestled to get out of her leather jacket, throwing it off the bed and drawing her black muscle-shirt above her head, freeing her perky tits and pierced nipples before starting to wrestle with her jeans. “Damn, you do have a cute little body, don’t you?” Rosa said, openly admiring Seneca’s toplessness as she removed her own black crop-top, then the black bra beneath that, her hefty tits needing the support that Seneca’s much smaller ones apparently didn’t.

Unfastening her belt and wiggling out of her own pants, Rosa crawled onto the bed, planting a firm kiss on the other girl’s lips, tongue immediately invading and exploring her mouth, hands caressing up Seneca’s flat belly to squeeze her breasts, firmly pinching one of those pierced nipples and drawing forth a blissful groan. “Mm, yeah… fuck, your hands are so strong, it’s fucking hot,” Seneca breathed, “grab my shoulders.”

Rosa shrugged. It was nice to have a partner who knew what she wanted well enough to make requests, so she quickly did as she was asked, reaching up to firmly grab the smaller girl by her shoulders and upper arms like one might grab a misbehaving child, squeezing them gently and leaving plenty of room for them to keep kissing. Seneca finished freeing herself of her remaining clothing, then provided assistance to help Rosa do the same, shivering with excitement when their fully-stiffened cocks bumped up against one another. Rosa’s was decidedly larger, but lacked the aesthetic perfection of Seneca’s, who had been notoriously blessed with a truly gorgeous dick. “Mm, you like that, cutie?”

“Fuck yeah,” Seneca cooed back, planting her hands on Rosa’s hips and squeezing gently, “this is gonna be fun.” Stealing another long kiss, she twisted in place and guided Rosa onto her back, swiftly switching positions so that she was on top. Squishing her face into one of the bigger girl’s full breasts, she reached one hand between her own legs, taking hold of her cock and leading it up under Rosa’s smooth, heavy balls, prodding its tip against the elder Domingo’s rear entrance – which drew an unexpected yelp.

“Whoa! Hey there, what’re you… up to?” Rosa quickly scooted back on the bed, looking confused.

“Uh? I thought it was sort of obvious?”

“That I was gonna fuck you, yes.”

Seneca pursed her lips, sitting up on her knees. “I never said that.”

“You implied it!”

“I don’t think so.”

There was a moment of quiet. Rosa licked her lips, “I, uh, don’t really do that.”

“Get fucked?” Seneca arched a brow.

“Nah. Not even when I was in the navy. Everyone knows who gets top bunk, if you know what I mean,” she smirked, kissing her own bicep.

“That feels unfair to hot muscle chicks, you deserve to take pipe just as much as everyone else.”

“Maybe so, but it’s… not my thing,” Rosa furrowed her brow. “I don’t suppose you…?”

“Me? Oh! Uh, no, not really. I mean I have. But yeah, I’m more pitcher than catcher.”

“Be careful using baseball terminology in front of a latina, I will talk your ear off.”

“How about I suck your cock instead?”

“If neither of us are gonna… y’know,” Rosa was thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged, “yeah, there’s no reason we can’t still get freaky.”

“Fuck yeah,” Seneca flashed a wolfish grin, getting down onto her belly and positioning herself in front of Rosa’s spread legs, lovingly stroking the flat of her tongue up along the underside of Rosa’s huge dick, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva along it. “Mmn, you’ve got a big-ass dick… not that you haven’t heard that before.”

“Oh, I’ve heard it before alright… but that doesn’t mean I ever get tired of hearing it.”

From the other side of the doorway that separated them, Vanessa swallowed hard, trying to will away a growing erection beneath her black pleated skirt as she watched Seneca start to suck Rosa’s cock. It was so unfamiliar, the way the two quickly communicated and compromised, even over what seemed to be quite a significant incompatibility. It was… very different… from the way Seneca and Vanessa had behaved around one another, dealt with the problems in their relationship. Yet these two had hurdled their misunderstanding without a drop of ill will. Maybe if Seneca had been more receptive to Vanessa’s desires, things might have gone better… right…?

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Many Months Ago

“Mmph… mmph… mmph…” Vanessa bobbed up and down slowly, shifting uncomfortably from knee to knee, her hands gently placed on Seneca’s thighs as she sucked her girlfriend’s dick. Well, ‘sucked’ may have been inaccurate, as rather little suction was taking place. More, she was moving her mouth back and forth in the space that Seneca’s cock also occupied, her lips and tongue making semi-frequent contact with it.

“Mm, yeah,” Seneca sighed, doing her best to enjoy herself despite Vanessa’s poor performance. Her jeans were bundled around her ankles, but her characteristic light gray tank top was firmly in place, while Vanessa remained more-or-less fully dressed in her pink angora sweater and white pleated skirt, though her panties had been discarded when she’d been on the receiving end of what she was now miserably failing to properly give. “Hey, babe, do you think you can use your, uh…” What to focus on? Lips? Tongue? Neither were being made much use of. “Your, uh… mouth… more?”

“Ugh! What do you think I’m doing?” Vanessa huffed, pulling back and wiping her mouth. “I didn’t wanna do this in the first place, you know.”

“I can tell,” Seneca smirked. “You know, we can always move on, if you want to. I mean… tonight was the night we were supposed to….”

Vanessa frowned, suddenly nervous. The two had been dating for a few months now, but while they’d definitely gotten naughty with one another, they hadn’t taken things that far. Kissing, handjobs, that sort of stuff. Tonight was the night they were finally going to take the plunge and have anal sex, and they’d agreed (with some thorough convincing needed from Seneca) to take turns giving and taking. The latter of which Vanessa was very much not excited for. “That’s right,” she said hesitantly, “well, since I already sucked your dick, I should get to go first!” she insisted, despite the short length and low quality of the head she gave, and her full intention to welch out after she’d finished.

“If you want, I guess – I’ll go grab the lube!” Seneca stood, kicking off her pants completely and heading to the bathroom, returning a moment later to find Vanessa had doffed her sweater, now only sporting the tightly-fit white bra beneath it. “Alright, I’ve never done this before, so let’s make sure to use a lot.”

“Don’t rush it,” Vanessa came over, caressing the side of Seneca’s cheek and leaning in for a long, soft kiss on the lips, her fingertips teasing at the bottom of the other girl’s top. “I wanna make sure I’m properly warmed up.”

Seneca took notice of the fact that it apparently didn’t matter if she was warmed up or not, but decided not to take vocal umbridge with it – tolerance of Vanessa’s selfishness was the very first step to being in a relationship with her, and Seneca had done a good job acclimating to it. “Mm, I guess we should get these clothes off, then.” She returned the kiss, taking the opportunity to unhook Vanessa’s bra, while the blonde helped tug that tank top up and over Seneca’s head, leaving the two of them topless.

“Don’t let it go to your head, but you really do have nice tits,” Vanessa bit her lower lip as she rubbed her hands up along Seneca’s perfectly smooth, weightless breasts, stroking one finger around the light brown nipple.

“Thanks,” the other girl smirked, “and I’m getting my nips pierced next month!”

“Without consulting me first?” Vanessa arched a brow.

“Believe it or not, I can do what I want with my own nips, with or without your say-so,” Seneca parried, then quickly pivoted while she unfastened Vanessa’s skirt, knowing such a bold statement could start a fight if the Vinke princess wasn’t distracted before she could get pissed. “Mm, I’m finally gonna learn what that big, beautiful cock of yours feels like inside me. I’m kinda excited.”

Vanessa’s nostrils flared, but the moment was overtaken by the compliment, her skirt dropping away and Seneca gently grasping her hardening dick. “I’m… excited too. Shall we take this to the bed?”

“Hell yeah, babe.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Back at the Wake

Vanessa gently rubbed at herself beneath her skirt as she thought back to that day, but she found her attention pulled back to the scene unfolding on the other side of the doorway, the opening in which gave the blonde a perfect view of the bed and the two girls atop it. Seneca had bobbed down impressively far on Rosa’s cock despite its size, visibly resisting the occasional gag when it pushed against the back of her throat. Taking it deep had proven to be rather challenging, especially since Seneca was only so experienced at giving head, and after taking a moment to pull back and lovingly swirl her tongue around the thick, caramel rod’s tip, she looked breathlessly up at Rosa. “Mmmh… you like that?”

“Getting dome from a random teenager at a funeral? Yeah, I could make a habit of it. Not the weirdest thing I’ve gotten up to lately…” her eyes grew distant as she briefly reflected on the drunken night she’d spent with Luiza – or, at least, what she could recall of it. Coming back to the present, she reached down to gently brush Seneca’s silky black hair from off of her eye. “But I’m starting to feel a little selfish. Why don’t you come up here….” Rubbing the end of her cock against Seneca’s lips, Rosa pulled herself up and got onto her knees, gently guiding the other girl into a standing position in front of her.

“Ooh, those strong hands again – I like you…” Seneca purred, planting both of her hands on the ceiling, shifting from foot to foot to find her balance on the bed.

“Then you’re going to love this.” Rosa planted a soft kiss on the other girl’s hip, then just above her cock, before sitting up straight again, letting Seneca’s painfully-stiff shaft rest snugly between her full, firm breasts. “A cock that looks this nice deserves the very best treatment, and I can’t think of a comfier ride than this one.”

Seneca let out a blissful gasp when she found herself trapped between Rosa’s breasts, feeling the muscular veteran firmly press those generous tits together around her thus-far neglected girldick. The sensation was unbelievable, silky and wholesome like a chocolate mousse, like being robed in a pillowy heaven that you couldn’t escape. “Ouhh… oh wow…” she sighed, quickly lost for words, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt Rosa begin to slowly drag her tits up and down along Seneca’s shaft, staying tightly locked around it as she massaged back and forth along that throbbing length.

“Mmm, I thought you might say something like that,” Rosa offered a coy grin, more confident and knowing than Seneca’s usual lurid smirks, gradually increasing the speed of her fleshy, pumping rubdown and craning her neck down, allowing the tip of Seneca’s member to slip into her mouth as she massaged the rest with her breasts. “MmmmhhHh…” she crooned around the throbbing thing, enjoying more than a little pleasure just from the groping of her own tits – and, a moment later, the sensation of Seneca’s hand making a fist in her waves of lustrous raven hair.

That grip was accompanied by slow forward thrusts of Seneca’s hips, not too frantic, but adding friction to the motion Rosa’s hands already provided, and letting her slip a bit deeper into the other girl’s mouth each time she pushed forward. “Fuck… hhahhhh… oh damn, your tits are fuckin’ awesome…” she moaned, gritting her teeth and looking down at Rosa, watching the way her own cock sprouted up from between that creamy tan cleavage and against the woman’s tongue. The sight of it was nearly as arousing as the sensation, and despite having only been bound in this warm, soft cage for a short time, she could already feel herself holding back the urge to blow her load. She wanted this to last as long as possible, but more and more, it didn’t seem like that would be all too very long.

“Ahh… I can feel you pulsating,” Rosa took another lick at the tip of Seneca’s member, then spat on it, refocusing her efforts on massaging her breasts over it, now swiveling them rapidly back and forth rather than a simple up-and-down, keeping the whole thing trapped between her tits. “Go on, cutie, blow your load all over my tits. I wanna watch you lick it off.”

“Ooh – hnnn – you’re freaky, I l-like that…!” Seneca groaned, but she was losing her composure and control, thrusting faster and faster forward, ramming her cock between Rosa’s tits until she hit her inevitable peak and unloaded, shot after shot of sticky spunk blasting its way up between the veteran’s breasts, coating itself between them and all the way up Rosa’s neck, while Seneca’s triumphant moan echoed so loudly throughout the room that it could be heard at the wake downstairs… and, of course, by Vanessa, standing only just a few feet away, black satin panties now pulled to the side and her own cock in her hand, squeezing slowly along its length as she watched her ex-girlfriend tittyfuck her most despised rival to completion.

The unlikely pairing seemed to be having so much fun with each other, trading on and off – and indeed, as requested, Seneca was now curling up at Rosa’s side for the next round. There was no competition or tension between them. Fuck, how had she and Seneca gotten it so wrong during the time they’d been together?

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Many Months Ago

“A little more lube… yeah, no, a little more. Um, I’ll say ‘when,’ alright?” Seneca licked her lips nervously as she watched Vanessa generously drizzle lubricant over her cock, the blonde now laying back on the bed while Seneca straddled her, her own mostly-softened member pressing gently into Vanessa’s stiff one. “I’ve never done this before, man, I wanna make sure I don’t fuck it up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it, I’m doing it,” Vanessa sighed, adding so much that every inch of her cock shimmered. “Am I even gonna be able to feel you with this much lube?”

“Guess we’ll find out, but you’re not rawdoggin’ my tush dry – alright, when.” Swallowing hard, a still-nervous Seneca tucked her knees at either side of Vanessa’s waist and shifted forward, lifting herself up and pressing the tip of that greased-up girlcock against the sensitive opening of her asshole. “Ooh, fuck, that’s weird… not terrible though, I think? Alright, umm… down… down I go. Stoodis.” Steadying herself, she lowered down into Vanessa’s lap, a sharp inward breath hissing through her teeth as that hard dick pushed past the resistant muscle of her anus, sinking slowly inside of her.

“Hwaaoh… holy shit, this is incredible… I-I can’t believe we haven’t done this before,” Vanessa moaned, shuddering as she felt Seneca slide deeper and deeper down onto her cock, enveloping her in the tight, slick burrow of her asshole. Vanessa draped both arms around the other girl’s slim hips, leaning in to kiss and lick at her perky breasts, not yet thrusting herself – but having difficulty resisting the urge to.

“Nnnhh – I can – fuck…!” Seneca winced, pushing down until she felt her butt hit Vanessa’s lap, then slowly pushing herself back up, already feeling unsteady as she was flooded with unfamiliar sensations. This wasn’t necessarily bad, but it was hard to say it was better than actually using her dick. “Pfff… y-yo, Vanessa, can you jerk me off?”

“Can’t you do it? I’m trying to focus on how your ass feels, unh…” Vanessa cooed, nuzzling into her girlfriend’s neck, both hands firmly gripping Seneca’s butt as the other girl cautiously lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, taking on a semi-consistent rhythm, if not necessarily the pace Vanessa might have preferred. “And… mn, fuck, g-go a little faster, okay…?”

“This isn’t exactly a walk in the park, Vanessa,” a hint of an edge entered Seneca’s voice, but ultimately, she was too distracted by having the blonde’s cock stuffed up her ass to initiate a genuine argument. After briefly trying to fit her own arm between the two of them to stroke herself, she ultimately gave up – she’d lost most of her stiffness anyway, and she could wait for her turn to fuck Vanessa to actually blow her load. Closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation of Vanessa licking and nibbling at her tits, she began to pump faster up and down, already feeling the other girl beginning to buck up against her, creating more friction than she was prepared for. Her girldick now only half-hard and still untouched, it bobbed and flopped in place with the impact of Vanessa’s upward thrusts into her asshole, occasional collision with her prostate causing a brief flare of hardness and, after a few minutes, a thin drizzle of precum that leaked from its tip.

Despite her uncertainty about all of this, though, Seneca bit back any potential complaints, keeping pace with Vanessa’s eager rhythm and trying to enjoy herself. She could see this being an acquired taste, if her partner was a bit gentler with her, and she’d maybe started smaller than Vanessa’s thick nordic cock. Fortunately, the blonde didn’t have anywhere near the same stamina in the bedroom as she did in the swimming pool. “Oh fuck… ahnn, oh yeah, that’s it, that’s it…” Vanessa whimpered, her cheeks reddening, pitch raising, the pace of her thrusts growing more and more erratic as she drew closer to an orgasm.

Meanwhile, Seneca grabbed around Vanessa’s waist, holding on tightly and gritting her teeth. Infrequent pangs of pleasure offered the promise of something better under different circumstances, but as Vanessa’s thick cock rammed her harder, the discomfort was eclipsing that pleasure, her ass tense, unable to relax around its sizable invader. There was a sense of relief when Vanessa finally wailed out, blasting inside of her, a heavy load of sticky seed pumping straight into her backdoor – not the most unwelcome sensation that had come out of this situation.

“Hoooly shit,” Vanessa panted, flopping back on the bed, satisfied, her lightly tanned skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. “That was good. Did you cum?”

Seneca arched a brow atop Vanessa’s lap, glancing down to her still-untouched girldick. “Ahh. Nope. But hey, now it’s my turn, so I’m sure we can turn that around, yeah?”

“Well… I mean, I’m pretty tired after all that….”

“Fuck you are, you were laying down the whole time,” Seneca’s face darkened, her usual laid-back expression now approaching a legitimate scowl. “We had a deal. I held up my end.”

“Ugh, you’re so fucking dramatic,” Vanessa sighed. “Alright, fine, let’s get this over with.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Back at the Wake

“Mmmh, fuck yeah, you like that?” Seneca laid at Rosa’s side, snuggled against her, one hand swiftly stroking up and down along the bigger girl’s massive cock. Her long, flowing mohawk fell to the side and spilled across the sheets, she dragged her tongue slowly, torturously, up along the rippling muscles of Rosa’s belly, up between her tits, licking up a bit of her own warm, sticky cum and making a show of lewdly swallowing it. Seneca wasn’t submissive – not by a long shot – but she was a damn good sport, and knew a good idea when she heard it. When a beautiful buff woman asks you to lick your own cum off of her tits, you lick that cum right off those tits, and make sure it’s every bit as hot as she was hoping. That’s how you make friends and influence people.

“Unnh, you are a bad girl,” Rosa gasped, shuddering with excitement as she watched Seneca roll her own cum around her tongue, then seductively swallow it. Of note was how skilled she was at jerking Rosa off – having one off at the wrist yourself was generally pretty straightforward and effective, but handjobs from other people were typically lacking in execution. Not so with Seneca, who let her hand glide up and down the other woman’s cock with practiced, almost effortless expertise, the perfect accompaniment to the sensation of the girl lapping lovingly along her abs, tits, and throat.

“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that, I could buy a cool new knife. Maybe like a badass damascus one.” With a grin, she popped one of Rosa’s firm, caramel-colored nipples into her mouth, suckling it firmly, rolling her tongue around it, then dipping back down to lick another strand of spunk from between Rosa’s tits – this time pulling up with it to kiss the veteran with it still in her mouth, sharing it while the pair’s breasts squished up into each other.

“I… hahh… I have a lot of military friends, I’ll – ahhn – get someone to make you one–” Rosa was having trouble keeping her thoughts straight, driven to distraction by that frantic, pounding rhythm of Seneca’s hand stroking her, the pace of her tightly-gripped pumping so fast yet somehow so consistent, never letting Rosa catch her breath. She returned the kiss, tasting Seneca’s cum on her tongue, even as her balls swelled and surged with a fresh, piping-hot load of her own spunk, ready to make a brand-new mess of things.

Seneca slithered back down, licking at Rosa’s neck, then gently biting it, her lips sealing on and sucking hard, giving what would assuredly be a vivid hickey when it had time to properly bruise. Rosa didn’t think about that though, couldn’t think about it, too overwhelmed was she by an imminent climax – and, with a sharp gasp and long, shuddering moan, she blew her load, re-making the mess Seneca had only just barely finished cleaning up. Her breasts and belly were coated once more, previously glistening only with Seneca’s saliva, now coated in the goopy white nectar of her cannon-like girlcock.

“Whoops – looks like we got you messy again,” Seneca tilted back up to steal another kiss, gently pressing her hardening dick against Rosa’s softening one. “I hope you’ve got another round in you, old woman, ‘cause that got me mad horny….”

“Oh, you’d be surprised at the strength I can summon when my country needs me,” Rosa returned the kiss, her own heartbeat pounding too loudly in her ears to hear what was happening on the other side of the door – Vanessa was jerking herself off faster and harder now, so focused on this tryst, getting closer to cumming. The fact that they were always smiling and kissing, flirting, even laughing as they enjoyed each other’s bodies, it all seemed so… alien. It hadn’t even been a year since she’d been with Seneca, yet this seemed like a completely different person than when they were together….

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Many Months Ago

“I promise, it’s not even in yet,” Seneca sighed, trying to wiggle into better position. Vanessa was still laying down, though now with her legs spread, letting her girlfriend get into missionary position and try her hand at getting her dick into the blonde’s ass. It wasn’t going well.

“Nnghhh… fuckin’… o-okay, keep going…” Vanessa said with a strained expression, wincing as Seneca prodded a little harder against her, then yelping when she finally felt the tip pop into her. “Stopstopstopstopstop! Okay now I know it’s in! Uggghhh… t-take it out!”

“After all this time getting it in?” Seneca arched a brow. “Look, take a few deep breaths and relax, I’ll go really slow, ‘kay?”

Vanessa let out a groan of uncertainty, but finally nodded, hissing when Seneca made her way in a bit deeper. True to her word, she went incredibly slowly, easing her way a tiny ways in, then a tiny ways back, gaining depth very gradually. It took several minutes before she’d finally made her way all the way in, with Vanessa wincing and squirming for every second of it, and she began the slow process of creating a thrusting rhythm, actually trying to fuck Vanessa’s ass rather than just get into it.

“Are… a-are you almost done…?” Vanessa groaned, biting hard at her lower lip, hands making fists in the bedsheets.

“I haven’t really started, babe.”

“Ugh, really?” the blonde wriggled in place, reaching around Seneca’s sides to take hold of her upper back. “Okay… h-hurry up a little, just… don’t go any harder….”

“Any harder than this? That’s gonna be tricky,” Seneca steadied her breathing, trying to go a little faster, but not enough so that Vanessa would notice. It did feel pretty incredible in her ass, but the inability to actually ‘do her thing’ was more than a bit stifling. “Okay, just… hold still….”

“Waitwaitwait!” Vanessa protested, wincing again. “Okay, no, not like this. Let me try turning around.”

“Seriousl– okay, alright, hold on.” Seneca slowly withdrew, letting her generously-lubricated and once more erect girldick slip out of Vanessa’s ass, standing by while the blonde turned over and laid down on her stomach – maybe not the ideal position, but worth a shot. “Alright, second time’s the charm!”

It was not. While she did slip into Vanessa’s asshole a bit more easily this time, it was with no less complaint, and the cautious pace of her thrusts wasn’t getting her far. “Nnngh… gah, my ass!” Vanessa whined, reaching back with both hands to spread her taut buttcheeks a little, allowing easier access into her backdoor, though Seneca was having difficulty picking up much speed, her thrusts slow and rhythmic, though the sheer tightness was, slowly but surely, getting her where she needed to go. “C-come on, get it over with… a-and don’t cum inside me!”

“Eh? You came inside me!”

“That’s different, you were on top of me, I couldn’t have pulled out in time,” Vanessa huffed.

“Not that you warned me…” Seneca grumbled under her breath, but then focused up, continuing her steady thrusting, concentrating on the way Vanessa’s ass clenched and quivered around her. Finally, her pleasure had mounted – however incrementally – to the point that she could swiftly withdraw and, with a few more seconds of rapidly stroking herself, unleash a fan of gooey seed across Vanessa’s back, letting out a husky moan and semi-satisfied sigh as she finally busted a nut long in waiting. “Hahhh! Whew! Fuck! There we go.”

“Did you just cum on my back?” Vanessa asked, trying to look over her shoulder.

“Damn straight. Backshots, baby.” Seneca toppled back against the bed, worn out from having done all the work thus far, not to mention getting anally creampied, but finally getting that nut off.

“Shit, I gotta go shower,” she sighed, sitting up and making her way to the bathroom, calling back “and we are not doing that again!”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Back at the Wake

“Nnnh… ahhhn…” Rosa moaned, pushing a little closer to Seneca. The two girls’ legs were entwined, bodies propped up with their arms, squashed tight against each other so that their hard cocks perfectly aligned, allowing Rosa to firmly, eagerly stroke them both with a single hand. Being pressed together made the size difference between their dicks more obvious – Seneca’s was certainly larger than average, a beautiful cock to behold, but Rosa’s was in another league, at least two inches greater in size, and a fair deal girthier as well, and circumsized where Seneca’s was not.

“Y’know… fuck… w-when we first got up here I was afraid it was gonna be a bad time, but… hahh…” Seneca whimpered, hooking one leg around Rosa’s waist and drawing nearer, fixing her gaze on Rosa’s beautiful warrior’s figure, her full breasts still glazed with her own spunk, those strong hands of hers put to great use squeezing both of their members against one another, cranking them up and down against each other with a generous combination of sweat, cum, and saliva providing the necessary lubricant for wildly fast, powerful strokes. “This is… some of the baddest-ass shit I’ve… phah! – gotten up to in a while!”

The two continued at one another, getting more and more frantic, only for Rosa to take a break from stroking – letting Seneca take over, taking hold of the base of her own shaft, bumping and slapping it back and forth against Rosa’s, bullying the other woman’s larger cock with her own. When the immediate urge to cum had dissipated, she took firm hold of both of them again, squeezing them together and stroking once more, chewing at the inside of her cheek as she watched their slick, shimmering members press and slide against and past one another, relishing the shudders of pleasure when their glans would rub and touch. Her gaze turned up, admiring Rosa’s sweat-shined abs and cum-glazed tits, the flush of redness on her caramel cheeks, those dark, lustful eyes fixated on Seneca’s younger, slimmer figure in turn.

“Don’t… t-think I can hold out much longer…” Rosa panted, reaching out for both dicks to take her own turn stroking them, whacking her cock against Seneca’s with several heavy thumps, then wrapping her fingers around both again. “I’m gonna fucking c-cum….”

“Right there with ya, cousin,” Seneca was panting heavily now, her teen body about taxed to its limit. As horny as she was now, she probably would have bottomed for Rosa if she was asked to, but neither of them had the strength to go another round after the marathon they’d been running. “Ahh! Nngh, holy shit!” she roared out, Rosa gasping out alongside her as the pair shot off yet another volley of hot spunk, this time simultaneously, hot blasts of their sticky seed firing off in random directions, raining down on both naked, weary bodies.

There was a third unleashing of cum, too, though one that went uncelebrated – Vanessa, shooting off several sticky ropes of white goo that she failed to contain or redirect in time, shooting through the crack in the door and leaving several white stripes on Seneca’s discarded black shirt. Stifling a gasp, she quickly backed away from the door and headed toward the bathroom, cloistering herself away before anyone could suspect her of peeping. Tragically for her, someone had seen her, had watched her the whole time. Someone nobody even realized had come to the wake at all.

Clicking the bathroom door shut behind her, Vanessa took a moment to catch her breath and clean herself off, making sure her erection had returned completely to a better-tamed state, stashed snugly in her black panties. Taking a deep breath, she checked her makeup, applied a little powder, closed the toilet seat lid, and sat down. Something really bothered her about seeing those two together, the way they acted. She didn’t find herself mad at either of them – couldn’t, really – but mad in general, or… annoyed. It was hard to say. Like the problem was right in front of her, but she couldn’t see it. She’d always found Seneca to be so ornery and rebellious, so difficult to control, but… maybe the real folly was the attempt to control her at all. But that couldn’t be right. It worked so well with Octavia, and… with Mica.

But Mica was dead. And Octavia had been acting weird for a while now, too much time left unsupervised – she’d grown strangely distant from Vanessa after they’d had sex, and now seemed increasingly obsessed with the Radi twins, investing her attention into a one-sided rivalry with Piper Wright, one that only she seemed to realize existed.

...Just like Vanessa’s rivalry with Rosa.

Fuck.

Her rare moment of introspection on the way back from swim camp had led her to a dark, lonely place, but tonight had done a lot to confirm her own suspicions. The sorrowful knowledge that if she didn’t change who she was, in some way, that her popularity, her position of power, would inevitably dissolve. Wealth and beauty couldn’t mask the sourness of her soul, not forever.

The pain of newfound self-awareness caused the blonde to blink and growl to herself, finally standing back up and making her way to the door. Maybe some of Maxie’s evil punch would set her straight before she succumbed to the horrors of attempted self-betterment. As she opened the door to make her way out, though, she found someone standing outside it, waiting for her, slouched against the opposite wall. Not Seneca. Not Rosa.

Heather Edwards.

“Oh, shit! Uh, sorry. You’re good. I’m all finished up in there, it’s all yours,” Vanessa gestured to the bathroom, trying to slip past, but was stilled by the other girl’s voice.

“You were Mica’s friend.” Heather Edwards stated firmly. “I lack the experience or authority to say whether or not you were a good one, or even deserving of her company.”

“Excuse me, bitch, I–”

“I’m still talking. I’d prefer you stay silent until I’m finished.” Heather Edwards said grimly, the expression behind those dark discs never flickering or faltering. Vanessa, uncharacteristically, closed her mouth. “There are things you don’t understand about what’s happening at MacMaster, things you don’t understand about what happened to Mica. The others won’t like the fact that I’m speaking with you, but that isn’t of great importance to me. I see value in you, value that may potentially outweigh the natural unpleasantness of your general presence. I’m willing to offer you an opportunity to prove that value, in exchange for something of greater worth than you’re likely to be offered by anyone else.”

There was a pause. When Vanessa was certain she’d be permitted to reply, she did so: “Alright, weirdo, I’ll bite. What’s this great worthwhile ‘thing’? Money? Because I have that. And I don’t need fulfillment, or enlightenment, or the friends we made along the way, or any of that stupid bullshit. So what is it? What can you possibly have that I want?”

“The most valuable thing of all,” Heather Edwards fixed her empty gaze on Vanessa, folding her arms across her chest. “The truth.”

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