Madame Gorski tightened the straps until they bit into Babydoll's hips and waist. She almost whimpered, not because it hurt, but because the sensation was so new. The perceivable heft protruding from her groin was so perverse, so exciting in everything it suggested to her. If it'd been Rocket or Sweetpea, she didn't know what she'd be thinking. Then she pictured them and, oh, God...

"I always did think you were more... open-minded than many of the first-timers," Gorski drawled, her voice as smoky as a fifth of vodka. She was getting close to Babydoll, like she always did, but they were alone, which made it feel more... which made Babydoll feel lightheaded. She'd thought Gorski had isolated them because she could appreciate how nervous it made Babydoll, wearing such a thing.

"I just wanna do a good job," Babydoll said plaintively.

"Yes. I know. You are very feminine, very submissive, but men do not always want such things." Gorski put her hand on the dildo and squeezed, the leather making a shrill noise at the pressure. "Women do not always want such things." Even though it wasn't real, Babydoll felt her breath coming more rapidly. "Sometimes we must be aggressive." Gorski moved in as if to kiss her and Babydoll felt the breath leave her, like a sinking ship being abandoned. The madam stopped, her lips an inch from Babydoll's. They smiled. "You are nervous, yes? New experiences often make us nervous. It's not a sin." She backed away. Her smile grew as Babydoll swallowed down her anxiety. "Here, we are safe. We can make allowances for... inexperience. We can play music, if you like. No one will hear us."

"Yes, please." Music. So it'd be like a dance. Babydoll smiled to herself. She enjoyed dancing.

Gorski paged through the records she had by the player until she made a little pleased noise and hoisted one up. "Have you ever listened to Pulp, my little dear?"

Babydoll shook her head.

Gorski slipped the record out of its cover. "I think you'll find this song particularly... relaxing."

As the song started up , Babydoll reached down and wrapped her hand around her cock, like she'd seen men do at the dances. It felt hard. It felt real.

You are hardcore, you make me hard.
You name the drama and I'll play the part.
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream.
I like your get up if you know what I mean.
I want it bad. I want it now.
Oh can't you see I'm ready now.
I've seen all the pictures,
I've studied them forever.
I wanna make a movie so let's star in it
together.
Don't make a move 'til I say, "Action."

***

"What the fuck's the hold-up?" Sweetpea demanded, racking the slide on her gun. She'd already checked the load and cleaned it, even polished her blade. It'd been at least fifty minutes since Babydoll had started swooning and she'd been in back with Rocket playing doctor ever since.

The others wore various looks of concern, even Rocket. How typical that Sweetpea had to be the one to think of staying alive in a warzone and not kissing every booboo they got along the way. What would Wise Man think?

Rocket stepped outside of the tent they'd commandeered to give Babydoll some privacy, stripping off her latex gloves and shaking her head. Blondie handed her a cigarette and Amber lit it for her, both knowing how the doc needed a good smoke after a tense situation.

"She picked something up on Saturn II," Rocket said. "Alien VD, probably off something with tentacles."

Sweetpea cursed. "I told that dumb bitch to use protection. I gave her condoms."

Rocket shrugged. "Syrens have a lot of tentacles. I gave her some penicillin, that should clear it up as soon as we suck the venom out."

"Alright then, let's go. What's the problem?"

Rocket bit her lip. "You're squad leader, I suppose you should see. Come on in."

***

Ten inches. Ten goddamn inches. Sweetpea could count every inch, every vein, every drop of precum dripping from the head. And above it (not far above it) Babydoll had the most innocent expression on her face.

"Alright," Sweetpea sighed. "How do we get it out?"

Rocket worried at her lip with her teeth. "The usual way. Once we've, uh..."

"Busted her nuts?" Sweetpea asked.

"I don't have nuts!" Babydoll said defensively.

"Once she's exhausted her seminal backload," Rocket said, eyebrows arching toward her hair, "then it should go away."

"And we can leave?" Sweetpea demanded. "Assuming we can't leave right now and let a trained professional handle this?" She smiled sweetly at Babydoll. "Maybe one without tentacles?"

"At least she had a pulse, robot-fucker," Babydoll shot back sardonically.

"At least that robot was a biped."

"Linda was a biped!"

"Oh, it's Linda now?"

Babydoll cried out suddenly. Her cock seemed to stand up even straighter, the head glistening in the dim light.

"We need to treat it," Rocket said. "Now."

Sweetpea looked at her. Rocket's nurse outfit didn't cover enough that Sweetpea couldn't see the hardened nipples under her blouse, or smell the moisture gathering at her crotch. She looked from Sweetpea to Rocket and back again.

"You two are perverts." Sweetpea began unsnapping her garters.

"What are you doing?" Rocket and Babydoll asked at the same time.

"What do you think?" Sweetpea slid her boy-shorts and panties off in the same go, leaving the rest of her clothes on. It was one of the reasons she'd modified her uniform the way she had. Nothing like easy access. "No sister of mine is fucking a dick-chick."

"Well, I mean, technically, she's not—" Rocket was sweating. "Oh, come on, please?"

"No," Sweetpea said firmly. "I'm the CO here. So I'll be handling this."

Babydoll looked apt to register a protest too, as Sweetpea shoved her down on her back.

"Think of England, bitch," Sweetpea told her as she grabbed Babydoll's hot, slippery erection and impaled herself on it.

For a moment, she gritted her teeth.

Then she cried out, bringing Amber and Blondie rushing in, guns at the ready, to find Sweetpea straddling Babydoll right in front of Rocket.

"Well, it's about damn time," Amber said.

***

Sweetpea rolled her eyes. "Watch the door," she ordered, slowly grinding on Babydoll. "You know, so the enemy doesn't get in?"

"Right, yeah," Amber said, pulling the speechless Blondie along. They stood far enough away for privacy, but there was no pretending their attention was on the door.

"Should I go too?" Rocket asked, her eyes locked on Sweetpea's bare hips as they rode Babydoll, knowing there was a cock buried deep inside.

Sweetpea looked at her and felt an answering throb of arousal to the excitement Rocket clearly was experiencing. "No. You just... wait right there." She looked down at Babydoll, who had the common courtesy to look a little pleased at getting to have sex with her commanding officer. Her lips were parted and her eyes eagerly tracked Sweetpea's body. When she reached up to feel Sweetpea up, or maybe even undress her, Sweetpea shot down and pinned her wrists to the table. "Haven't you come yet?"

Babydoll looked down to where their bodies met. Sweetpea's pussy was twitching around her cock, actually hungry for more. "Do you want me to?"

Sweetpea sped up, orbiting her hips around Babydoll's, milking her cock. "Yes! I want this fucking over with so we can get a move—"

Babydoll thrust up into Sweetpea, lifting her off the ground and driving so deep into her that she arched her back, long golden hair falling to Babydoll's outstretched legs, and made a guttural sound of pleasure.

"Holy shit," Amber said. Blondie was still speechless.

Babydoll's abs tensed as she fucked Sweetpea from underneath, thrusting so hard that Sweetpea bounced on her like she was a bucking bronco. The CO's blonde hair swept from side to side as she tossed her head in time with her moans, her body undulating against Babydoll with every thrust she took, a nipple slipping out of her bodice for her to pinch as she let loose with a single harsh "Goddamn!"

"Still want this over with?" Babydoll asked smugly.

Sweetpea's oxygen-starved mind figured that Babydoll was threatening to stop, as if that were possible. "NO! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T—"

Babydoll grabbed her by the waist, both hands, and held her still as she thrust up so hard that the table would've broken if she'd come down. But she didn't. Her body stayed bent, hoisting Sweetpea in the air, their bodies merged at the groin. Sweetpea's long legs stretched straight out, shooting past either side of the table as she came—

"STOP!"

and came—

"CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"

and came—

"MERCY!"

And then Babydoll came, so much cum that it spilled down her cock and pooled in her belly. The slightest motion from Sweetpea and more poured out, staining the inside of her thighs. It took Rocket to help her off Babydoll, and the second her feet touched ground, she stumbled and showed no sign of getting up.

"Size queen," Babydoll remarked. Then she looked down to see her penis was showing no sign of diminishing. In fact, it looked like it was trembling. Hungry for more. "Boss, I don't think we're done."

Sweetpea had crawled over to her pants, but only managed to use them as a pillow. "I... don't think... I need shore leave... I'll just wait a month... for that to die down."

"Babydoll?" It was Rocket. Her clothes were in a neat pile at her feet, leaving nothing to disguise her heaving breasts and clear arousal. "I'll go next."

"Next?" Sweetpea said, actually managing to stir.

"It's okay, sis." Rocket bent down to brush some hair out of her face. "Wouldn't be the first thing we've shared."

She laid down beside her sister, biting her lip as she spread her legs. Babydoll didn't hesitate. She threw herself on all fours over Rocket, her cock nearly touching the dirt but too erect to manage it. Rocket shivered in nervousness and anticipation; Babydoll kissed her soothingly. "Thank you," she said, as Rocket wound her arms around Babydoll's neck and kissed her more. "Thank you so much."

Rocket's left hand traced down Babydoll's spine and spent a moment under her skirt, cupping a supremely taut ass, then down to wrap a hand around Babydoll's cock and guide it to her entrance.

"What the fuck?" Blondie cried at long last.

Babydoll paused with her glans just touching the lips of Rocket's pussy. "Have you ever done this before?"

"Sure I have." Rocket smiled. "You were there, remember?"

Sweetpea looked over at them, but was too far gone to do more than roll her eyes.

"I mean, with one of these." Babydoll rubbed her cockhead against Rocket, making the younger woman tilt her head back and moan delicately. Oops.

"I've let guys eat me out, and you know what I do with girls." Rocket grinned slyly. "But that would be new."

"She broke her hymen riding a hybrid horse," Sweetpea said. "If that's what you're wondering. Dumbass."

"That's all I needed to know." Babydoll laid down on top of Rocket, resting her chin on Rocket's shoulder in a way that offered up her neck for biting, in case Rocket needed something to bite down on (and the thought was making Babydoll's dick harder, as if it needed to be). Her ass stayed in the air, the skirt hard-pressed to cover both the bottom of her cheeks and the cock pointed squarely into Rocket. She kissed Rocket's cheek. "I'm glad I get to be your first," she whispered, softly enough that Sweetpea couldn't hear.

"Me too."

Babydoll pushed.

"You're hurting her!" Sweetpea said immediately, seeing the way Rocket's brow furrowed, her lips pulling into her mouth and her eyes blinking rapidly.

"No!" Rocket said, huffing to get the words out. "It's just... God!"

Sweetpea flopped down on her back, remembering. "Big."

"There's more on the way, baby." Babydoll kissed Rocket's neck a few times, trying to relax her. She swore to herself she wouldn't move an inch until Rocket was comfortable.

"I'm ready," Rocket promised her. Her hands stroked Babydoll's back, trying to assure her. "Just go in, I'm ready."

Babydoll was opening her mouth to ask if Rocket was really, really sure when Sweetpea smacked her ass, inadvertently driving the cock another inch into a receptive Rocket. "When my sister says she's ready, she's ready! Now start fucking or you can walk home with three legs!"

"She's right." Rocket drew Babydoll's skirt up to her waist and then put her hands on Babydoll's ass, pulling her in with increasing force. She closed her eyes as more and more cock sunk inside her. "Oh God, she's so right..."

Babydoll couldn't speak, enraptured by tightness so intense it was like her entire body was being gripped. She buried her face in Rocket's short hair, letting it brush across her cheek and lips to distract her from the pleasure rippling up from her loins. Whatever Sweetpea's orders were, Babydoll wanted this to last. Not just the pleasure, but being joined with Rocket so intimately, sharing something so special.

And she was tight. So fucking tight.

Amber and Blondie's mouths fell open as Babydoll bottomed out, Rocket impossibly skewered, their bodies meshed like two blankets folded together. They both panted and whined and moaned, trying to relieve the pressure by fervently kissing, their hands roaming at each others' bodies, pulling aside bits of clothes to get to confined breasts, swaths of skin.

Sweetpea mumbled disagreeably when Babydoll's blouse landed on her head. "How long does it take to come with that thing inside you?"

Reverently, Babydoll's hand cupped Rocket's face and moved down her neck, tracing the breath in Rocket's lungs and then going lower... meeting her clit.

Rocket whimpered. "God, I love you."

"Love you too." Babydoll pulled back and thrust back in, hard.

"That's more like it," Sweetpea grunted, watching Rocket's mouth gape silently open.

Amber and Blondie had similar sentiments, sitting against the back wall, masturbating furiously.

***

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rocket chanted, forcing Babydoll's face to her bared breasts, loving the way long silken hair stuck to her skin from her hips all the way up to the nape of her throat. It was like they were magnetized.

Ten minutes had taken them from an agonizingly slow series of entrances and exits, almost tantric, to a gong-like set of hammer blows. With the precision of a machine, Babydoll backed up, took in Rocket's lustful gaze, and thrust back into her, seeming to go deeper each time.

Sweetpea watched, fully awakened by the sight of her sister being pounded into the ground, her skin muddy with dirt and sweat. She wasn't uncomfortable because they were sisters... the close quarters of Army living had made them close in a way that would probably be considered taboo by now. It was that she herself had just had an orgasm the size of Toledo. So how the fuck could she be feeling horny watching someone fuck her sister?

She needed to end this. They were in the middle of a war, not a sleepover. The next time Babydoll bent down to kiss Rocket, the brunette saw her older sister behind her lover.

"Uhhh, sis..." she muttered, before the end of that thought was obliterated by another thrust from Babydoll.

"S'okay," Sweetpea said, embracing Babydoll from behind. Babydoll, as always, responded with a Cheshire cat smile to the unexpected. "Just gonna give you a little help."

Their hips swayed together as Sweetpea guided Babydoll in, showing her the rhythm Rocket liked best. "Gimmegimmegimme," was Rocket's mantra as they both fucked her, one hand on Babydoll and the other on Sweetpea, holding them both to her, connecting all three of them.

Rocket came, her cunt clamping down on a grunting Babydoll, but the blonde just kept thrusting into Rocket. Sweetpea felt Rocket's legs trying to encircle her for the long haul. Typical. She finally found a cock with staying power when she needed a two-pump chump.

"What does it take to make you come?" she hissed in Babydoll's ear. Then her voice softened, "Do you need a little sweet talk? Maybe for someone to whisper in your ear about how she's going to fuck you?"

Babydoll watched, her breath coming up short, as Sweetpea sucked each finger of her right hand into the depths of her mouth and brought it out dripping wet. Sweetpea's hand dipped out of her sight and she helplessly felt herself going faster into Rocket, trying to burn off her new lust.

"Are you still afraid you'll hurt this little slut?" With her other hand, Sweetpea reached down and groped Rocket's breast, bringing out a scandalized and encouraging gasp from her. "She loves it. If there's anything she likes more than a hard cock, it's you with a hard cock."

"I'm right here!" Rocket said, before Sweetpea twisted her nipple, filling her mouth with a shrill cry.

"Fuck her," Sweetpea ordered. "Fuck her hard. Because if you haven't come by the time I count to ten, these fingers are going up your ass." Babydoll felt a teasing, warm, wet touch at her anus. A thrill of inexplicable pleasure coursed through her. "Think I won't fist you? I love fisting new recruits. It's the only way they learn."

"Rocket, she's your sister, she can't—"

Rocket reached up, grabbing Sweetpea's hips and sandwiching all three of them together. She didn't stop until she felt the taut muscle of Babydoll's stomach against her own. "You really need to fuck me."

Babydoll gave in to lust, her own and Rocket's. She went harder, rougher, was fucking as hard as she fought, machine-gun thrusts and licks across Rocket's collarbone like a cut from a katana. Rocket came, teeth gritted into a smile, then slumped into a state of ecstatic paralysis as Babydoll kept fucking away at her cunt.

"Ten," Sweetpea said. Her moist middle finger tickled at Babydoll's anus, tricking the puckered hole into opening up for her. She drove her finger in, mercifully a little at a time, one knuckle, then two, until Babydoll was well and truly skewered.

The blonde groaned in pleasure, pausing her thrusting to offer her ass up for more. Sweetpea added her forefinger and Babydoll groaned deeper. When Sweetpea tried to work her fingers in and out, the muscle of Babydoll's sphincter tugged at them.

"I should've guessed," Sweetpea sighed. "Is everyone in this platoon a goddamn slut?"

"I'm not!" Rocket said.

Sweetpea rolled her eyes as Rocket's fingers tightened on Babydoll and urged her back in.

"Not yet," Babydoll panted. She looked back at Sweetpea; something about her puppy dog eyes begging for the obscene made Sweetpea wet as hell. "Please, one more, just one..."

Sweetpea pushed in her ring finger and finally had some difficulty. Babydoll panted and moaned and swore as Sweetpea pushed, with surprising gentleness, finally spitting on Babydoll's hole and managing to get in all three fingers. Babydoll actually whooped, driving herself into Rocket so hard that Sweetpea's fingers nearly popped out of her.

"No, no..." she muttered, buried in Rocket, who just let her head lull back and her eyes glaze over.

Sweetpea saw what she was doing. She pushed her fingers deeper and held them steady, about halfway in, so that when Babydoll backed up—"Yes, yes, oh yes!"—she impaled herself on Sweetpea's hand, but when she thrust into Rocket—"Oh dear God!"—the fingers stayed tingling at her entrance.

With the sisters working on her from both ends, it didn't take long for Babydoll to lose control. She attacked Rocket like a machine-gun, and the girl came to life just long enough to scream. If it could be shortened to a few seconds, it would've sounded a lot like "YES!"

The scream abruptly cut off when Babydoll came inside her, the sudden eruption of hot fluid too much for even her. "I love you both!" Babydoll gasped, quiet in comparison, as she filled Rocket up. She rested on all fours over Rocket's trembling body as her lover rode a prolonged orgasm to sleep.
Sweetpea, who had just been inching her other hand down to her own needy clit, pulled her fingers out of Babydoll and collapsed next to her sister, who wasn't yet tired enough not to roll against her and nuzzle in. Sweetpea bore it with still more disgruntlement. "Get your dick out of my sister, 'doll."

Babydoll resisted the drowsy urge to spend her afterglow nestled with the sisters. "Oh, right." With a forceful tug, Babydoll jerked her still-swollen cock out of Rocket's drenched sex. Rocket trilled weakly into Sweetpea's neck as Babydoll's seed slowly flowed out of her.

"For Christ's sake!" Sweetpea cried, the round-eyed disbelief in her face identical to her sister's as they watched Babydoll's erection quiver. "Ladies, it's ask-not-what-you-can-do-for-your-country time—" she began ominously, turning to Amber and Blondie.

"Dibs!" Blondie said, a half-second before Amber.

***

Babydoll's cock twitched as Blondie got on her knees, facing away from her but looking back over her shoulder with the perfect sultry expression. Babydoll automatically put a hand on it, willing it to stop, but when Blondie drew her belt out of its loops, her hold became something else entirely. Blondie was so willful in her submission, so mockingly, teasingly pliant... it was an intoxicating combination.

"I think it's working," Blondie said with a flippant toss of her hair. "Little Babydoll's getting littler. Which makes it just the right size for where I want it."

Babydoll looked on in confusion as Blondie eased her skintight leather pants down to her knees and then fell onto all fours, making her most prominent feature one amazing ass. It actually reminded Babydoll of a peach. Juicy. Succulent. Just begging to have a bite taken out of it.

Her cock shifted in her hand, and squeezing it only made it harder. She looked down at it, still covered in the juices of the sisters and dripping with her own cum. She was no anal stranger—it was Blondie's favorite kink and a great contraceptive if condoms were low—so she knew eight inches was still monstrous.

"No, I'll hurt you. I'm too big."

Blondie grinned kinkily. "God, let's hope so." She wiggled her ass. Babydoll could see her dripping wet. "For me, too much is just right."

"And she called me a size queen," Sweetpea muttered. Her fingers drew small circles on Rocket's belly as her younger sister clung to her, almost fearfully, watching the show with eyes as big as saucers. Then, with a whistle and a deafening roar, a shell landed nearby. Sweetpea cursed. "Babydoll, we're out of time! Put it wherever the hell she wants it!"

Babydoll approached Blondie with small steps. Despite her clear hesitance, her erection was unflagging.

Amber, who had been kneeling in front of Blondie, stood and shifted her lollypop to the corner of her mouth to speak. "Relax, babe." She walked up to Babydoll, patting Blondie's rump in passing, and tapped the cock with an amused expression. "I'll help."

***

Babydoll actually growled as the mechanic rubbed industrial lubricant all over her cock ("A thousand and one uses," the sardonic Amber observed). Despite her rough hands, Amber had the deft touch of a born pilot. Patching up the same planes she flew had given her a masseuse's sensitivity, and Babydoll nearly came just from being lubed up. But despite the clear pleasure that would bring the boss, Amber wasn't about to deprive her best friend of a go on the squad's hottest ride. She took her hands away just as Babydoll's cockhead turned an ominous shade of purple.

"Your turn," she said smarmily to Blondie, who rested on elbows and knees, ass in the air, trusting Amber completely to warm her up.

It was all Babydoll could do not to experiment with jacking off as Amber opened Blondie's legs more to fit some artistic yearning, then covered her ass in a thick helping of clear, engine-warm lubricant. But she wanted this to happen as bad as Blondie, as bad as Amber, (as bad as Sweetpea and Rocket, who watched with increasing closeness).

Babydoll remembered how Amber and Blondie had used the lubricant as suntan lotion after they'd taken Setik V. But the memory of them in their scant underthings was nothing compared to the sight of Amber rubbing the goo into Blondie's puckered hole, a finger actually slipping inside. Blondie moaned and tensed, so ready for more that it made precum seep from Babydoll.

"Almost," Amber pronounced, then took the lollypop from her mouth. It wasn't one of the small ones she liked to nurse during combat to satisfy her oral fixation. It was a whopper of a lollypop, ball-gag-sized (it was hard for Babydoll to think of anything not relating to sex at the moment) and Amber had been sucking on it hard ever since Sweetpea had ridden Babydoll. She'd been saving it for a special occasion, after all.

Now Amber pushed the thing into Blondie's tight asshole. And if there was one thing you could say about Blondie, it was that she wasn't stingy with her compliments, if that was what you could call them.

"Hell yeah! Look, 'doll, look how that ass wants to be fucked! God, Amber, feels so fucking good... I could come just from you doing that... but I'm not gonna come until I get Babydoll's big fucking hard-on inside me!"

Like a thief cracking a safe, Amber slowly parted Blondie's voluptuous buttocks. The vivid pink of her tongue came out, putting her lipstick to shame, and the three other girls watched in shock as Amber lowered her head. The next sound they heard was Blondie moaning wildly and then Amber popped back up, the lollypop nestled in her cheek. "She's ready."

Amber moved out of the way as Babydoll stepped up, her cock threatening to return to its former size, it was tensed so enormously. She popped the buckle of her belt and let her much-stained skirt fall to the ground. She wore no panties and the perfect curve of her ass made Rocket whisper frantically in her sister's ear.

Amber stepped behind her to rest her chin on Babydoll's shoulder. "Don't worry. I said I'd help."

She took Babydoll's hands and placed them on Blondie's ass. They nearly slipped off, but Amber centered them, moving both their fingers to Blondie's asshole and prying it open together. Amber left Babydoll with a thumb on each cheek to keep them nicely spread.

"I've done this to her before," Amber drawled. "She really likes it. And you're really going to like it too. Using a strap-on kinda defeats the purpose of fucking such a tight hole, but you're going to get the whole nine yards." Her hands, both of them, wrapped around Babydoll's cock and brought it toward Blondie's ass, just like she was performing a final crucial repair on a beloved plane. "And she's going to get the whole nine inches."

"Ho shit!" Blondie grunted as her entrance was stretched. The swollen cock seemed to dwarf her tight hole, but Amber pushed her hips against Babydoll's and pulled on the top of Blondie's uniform and slowly, surely, they began to merge. "Oh fuck, no wonder Sweetpea screamed like a bitch!"

Rocket had to work extra hard to get Sweetpea to forget the slight.

Babydoll grimaced. "So tight... Jesus Christ, she's tight!"

"It's okay, baby, it'll go in..." Amber clapped Blondie's ass a few times. "She just needs to ease up a little."

Babydoll shook her head frantically. "I'm too big... my cock is too big for her..."

"It's going to fit," Blondie hissed. "Once you get the head in, I'm all yours... you know how many guys would kill to have your cock right now!?"

"They're welcome to it!" Babydoll whimpered as tight flesh gripped her cock, trying to fight her off. "It's too big!"

Blondie nodded so hard she looked like she was impersonating a Bobblehead. "Yes! Yes! It is too big... but I want it ... I need it so muuuuuch!" Blondie froze on the last syllable, stretching it out just as she was stretched by the cockhead at long last penetrating her tightly clenched asshole.

A tear ran down Babydoll's cheek. Despite exploits that were well-known to anyone who had tried to sleep while she and Amber were bunking together, Blondie was so tight that it actually pained Babydoll to force her way between those impossibly rounded cheeks. But Amber was an expert, slowing down just when needed, then pushing in without hesitation. Soon, Babydoll was groaning in pleasure. She'd never felt anything like this, hot and tight and slick, and all too quickly she was forgetting her preference for slow, languid lovemaking.

With Amber pressed against her and Blondie so perfectly submissive, Babydoll lost what little inhibition Sweetpea and Rocket had left her with. She reached down and pulled Blondie's hair almost out of her scalp; reached back and pulled Amber's lips against her own so hard their teeth clashed. Blondie's screaming stopped them before Babydoll could become too immersed in Amber's smart little mouth and the understated taste of lollypops.

"Oh! Oh! Deeper, yes, deeper and deeper into my asshole! Fuck! Fuck, you're killing me! I'll die if you don't make me come! Faster! Faster! Fuck me fast as you fucking can!"

Amber danced away and all by herself, Babydoll went into Blondie hard and fast, giving her what she wanted, what they both needed. Amber walked by them, running a hand from Babydoll's shoulder, down her arm, to her fierce grip on Blondie, up Blondie's spine, around her neck, and then across her flushed face as Amber fell to her knees in front of the brunette.

"Is she better than me?" Amber teased, her finger crossing Blondie's brow, taking off a swath of sweat like a maid checking for dust.

Blondie grinned ferally. "So much better..."

Amber got closer to Blondie, on all fours, teasing her for a kiss that Blondie couldn't help but seek. "Then I guess I'd better get a closer look... at her technique..."

Blondie moaned in disappointed pleasure as Amber shifted down to her back and, with the same nonchalance she would display in going under a truck for repairs, wiggled her way under the coupling.

The actual sight of Blondie's cheeks curved around Babydoll's ferocious cock raised her eyebrows. Glistening oil was everywhere, dribbling down Babydoll's thighs and splattered across Blondie's hips. Amber licked some up as it dripped down Blondie's knee. Strawberry flavor. In an emergency, it could also be used as a ration topping. Amber loved the future.

"She's really fucking your ass, Blondie," Amber said, rolling her lollypop in her hands. "So how's it feel? Having your ass full of cock?"

Blondie took a break from variations of the word 'fuck' to say "Not—full—yet!"

With a resounding slap, Babydoll planted both hands on Blondie's waist. "That sounded like a challenge."

Amber popped her lollypop back into her mouth. This was going to be good.

To Rocket's cheers and Sweetpea's staggered disbelief ("No WAY, no FUCKING way!"), Babydoll inexorably pulled them together, pouring every inch of her cock into Blondie. Blondie moaned and groaned and didn't even think of telling her to stop. She took every unrelenting inch, and when the pain was indistinguishable from pleasure, she saw Amber's legs steepled alongside her, idly pumping open and shut like she was thinking happy thoughts, and Blondie bit into Amber's thigh so hard she tore a hole in Amber's fishnets.

Babydoll didn't think it was possible, but Blondie was even tighter around her, like a gloved hand squeezing. It hurt, but a good hurt, like the taste of spicy food. She just pushed a little harder, exerted a little more pressure, and Blondie's ass milked her cock all the way home. Babydoll closed her eyes and luxuriated in the sensation of complete and total ecstasy, her groin pressed flat to the stickiness of Blondie's greased ass.

"That's right," she breathed. "That's so goddamn right."

Blondie's head sagged against Amber's crotch. She'd left the mother of all hickies on Amber's leg. "Sorry, hon. I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay. I liked it." Blondie watched, what pain she still felt dissolving into lustful pleasure, as Amber's hands reached down and worked her panties down the insides of her chaps. "See how much I liked it?"

Blondie saw pink folds glistening with moisture. "I'll make it up to you now..."

Babydoll wouldn't have thought it possible, but the long, low moan from Blondie—muffled by Amber's anatomy—convinced her: the sight of Blondie going lip to lip with Amber made her cock rebel against its own exhaustion, swelling inside Blondie. For both of them, it was a moment of such overwhelming bliss that it was almost painful, though Babydoll would've relished being tortured in such a fashion.

Amber had to be a part of it. Closing her legs around Blondie's head, she arched her back and brought her face up to Blondie's pussy. It was just begging for some of what was happening downstairs. Amber bit her lollypop apart, and with the pieces still swirling around her mouth, pressed her tongue to the deepest corner of Blondie's namesake (the hair on her head having been long since dyed).

Blondie screamed something that sounded, in garbled sort of way, like "Both holes!" Her tone was almost religious.

Babydoll could feel the heat of Amber's tongue pressing against her cock through, inside Blondie. Blondie, who couldn't demand anything more in the way of sex, simply echoed Rocket's earlier succession of yeses. Amber held herself up with one impeccably muscled arm wrapped around Blondie's midsection and the other sunken in Blondie's hair, guiding the girl in her slurping journey through Amber's sex. Blondie was normally adept at "navigating," but Amber could understand how being licked and reamed could mess with her sense of direction.

Slowly, painstakingly, Babydoll bent at the waist, leaning over Blondie until she had to put her hands on the floor to support herself. The motion, subtle as it was, of her cock inside Blondie made the brunette shut her eyes and thank every deity she could name.

"You still wanna get fucked?" Babydoll whispered in Blondie's ear.

Blondie thanked every deity she could name twice.

Rearing back up, Babydoll got a good grip on Blondie. She pulled back, and no matter how Blondie whimpered and whined, she held the brunette in place until her cockhead was quivering in the air, shaking flecks of lubricant down into Amber's hair. Then she went back in, and Blondie screamed into Amber's pussy until Babydoll was well and truly inside her.

After that, the process sped up rapidly.

Babydoll was in and out, ramming, fucking, taking Blondie's tiny asshole like a knife through hot butter. It took both Babydoll and Amber holding her in place for Blondie now to be flung across the floor. Blondie laid fully on top of Amber now, her body trapped by Amber's clinched arms and clasping thighs as they licked and suckled and bit at each other's most intimate areas. Amber's tongue traveled up and down from Blondie's cunt to Babydoll's cock, as enthusiastically as if it were all one big piece of candy. Blondie ate Amber out like it was the only thing keeping her sane.

Each stroke from Babydoll was accepted lovingly by Blondie's body, every thrust transmitted to Amber in a wild rutting motion. It was almost as if she was fucking both women.

"What do you call a sixty-nine when someone's fucking it?" Sweetpea snickered to Rocket, glad that someone else had quite thoroughly been made a bitch by Babydoll's little friend.

"Lucky," Rocket said longingly. She cursed herself for not thinking of that arrangement when it was their turn.

Amber appreciated what Blondie was doing to relieve the heated pressure between her legs, but the real eroticism she derived from Babydoll's tireless pumping. Having done similar for Blondie in the past, she knew how exhausting it could be, even for trained warriors like themselves. But Babydoll had real staying power, and the sight of Blondie's anus unresistingly accepting a phallus was almost hypnotic for her.

Below, Blondie finally rediscovered Amber's G-spot. Amber knew the perfect souvenir of this encounter would be an identical memory—them orgasming at the exact same moment. As she held Blondie's head in place with both hands, stroking her face, Amber sucked her lover's clitoris into her mouth.

Before she came, Blondie was actually sobbing in-between tremors of pleasure. Even before her orgasm, she felt like she was coming twice. Once in her ass, once in her pussy. She had been teasing when she'd said Babydoll was a better lay then Amber. But now...

She just had to admit to herself that while there was no one she would rather snuggle and spoon and make love to than Amber, when it came to playing rough, she was Babydoll's bitch.

Babydoll just fucked, fucked them both. Hard.

Amber came first. She flooded Blondie's face and squirted into the dark hair splayed all across her hips, and the only outward sign was how her head lolled back, the tendons no longer standing out in her neck, a smile cut into her stoic features.

Blondie climaxed from her clit sliding through Amber's lips as the mechanic dropped; that being the only way to tell Amber preceded her into orgasm. Her muscles, corded and tense for what seemed like hours, finally went limp. She dropped face down in Amber's sex, overwhelmed, sated beyond measure, and without the strength to fuck back like she prided herself in doing in every other sexual encounter she'd ever had.

Luckily, Babydoll had more than enough left for both of them, and prolonged her orgasm for leaps and bounds before thrusting one last time, losing herself in the uncontrollable contractions of Blondie's ecstasy.

Her eyes closed, Babydoll just groaned as she felt the cum shoot from her, and Blondie sighed as she took it, all of it, deep inside. The overwhelming sense of tightness and pressure evaporated from Babydoll's cock as it was squeezed empty. After a few more thrusts, it had shrunk enough to slip out and slap dully against Babydoll's thigh. Excess cum spilled down onto Amber's face, and she rubbed her lollypop in each hard-earned drop before closing her lips around it.

"I love this job," Blondie moaned, like she was waking up from a long nap. "And I love cock and I love pussy and I love them both together."

Amber pulled a moist towelette from her web belt and rubbed it over the backs of Blondie's thighs and the cheeks of her ass, wiping away the smeared lubricant and the abundant ejaculation. She was very gentle when she went about Blondie's anus, knowing how sore it could get. The fact that they still did it showed how pleasurable it was.

Sweetpea got up, reaching for her clothes. "Alright, break's over. We're done here. No more orgy. Babydoll, come on, get dressed, bad enough I let you go into a combat in a skirt the size of a napkin, but you'd better be wearing—"

Babydoll turned around. It was half-hard and maybe six inches, but Sweetpea could still remember every moment of riding it to a loud, writhing orgasm.

"Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a tampon, 'doll, you've ejaculated in my entire squad! What more does it take?"

"Not quite the entire squad," Amber said, handing her lollypop to Blondie, who sucked on it like a babe at a nipple. "Bet I could get it all in my mouth. Won't even have to relax my throat muscles." She got down on her knees and Babydoll's cock rose to meet her lips. She wiped it off with another moist towelette first. "And I even like the taste."

***

Blondie watched next to Sweetpea and Rocket. What else was there to do? There wasn't much to see, just Amber's head bopping up and down on Babydoll's groin, her ass thrust out against her chaps, Babydoll's breasts jiggling as she tried to shove more of herself down Amber's receptive throat.

But it was impossible to ignore the sounds from Amber's mouth. She slurped, she moaned, she hummed, she gagged. Underneath it, it was hard to hear Babydoll's quiet appreciation of Amber's hard work.
"She's pretty good," Rocket said idly.

"Practice makes perfect," Sweetpea grumbled.

Blondie hit her arm.

Amber sped up, the gagging noise increasing in volume as her cap slipped off her head. Saliva and precum were dribbling down her chin; Amber ripped open her uniform to rub them into her breasts and hardening nipples.

Then, suddenly, she pulled away coughing. The others looked on with concern as Amber instinctively reached to unwrap a lollypop, then put it away. "I got this," she said confidently, and moved in with renewed vigor, at first batting Babydoll's cock around with her tongue, then scraping it with her teeth, then moving in to once again encompass it. To Sweetpea's keen eye, it was like the shaft was growing each time it disappeared into Amber's full lips.

With one last gargle, Amber broke away. The cock was seven inches and growing, pointed at the girls like a loaded weapon.

"It's not fucking working!" Babydoll cried in dismay. "We're going to end up right back where we started!"

"No," Rocket said firmly. She rose to her feet. "We're a team. And that's how we'll beat this thing. As a team."

"Beat?" Blondie asked, accepting Rocket's hand to raise onto unsteady feet.

"You know what I mean."

They looked down at Sweetpea, who still had final say. A shell burst nearby, but all Sweetpea did was smile.

"I was just getting horny anyway."

***

Amber licked her very wet lips one last time before returning to Babydoll's cock. It had gotten just big enough to be a challenge. With a scandalous look into the eyes of Blondie, who was kneeling beside her, she moved in to kiss Babydoll's perineum, then licked her way back to the cockhead, tongue crawling along the underside of Babydoll's dick. Blondie joined in on the other side, tracing a bulging vein with her tongue. At the end of the swollen knob, they kissed, savoring the taste between them.

Amber turned away first, leaving Blondie sucking on her neck as she opened her mouth as wide as possible and took the cock inside her lips.

Above, Babydoll gasped into Rocket's mouth. The younger sister backed away, scandalized and delighted, letting Sweetpea in to strangle Babydoll's exhalation with a violent kiss. They went on like that for long minutes, double-teaming Babydoll, one sister recovering while the other threw herself into the fray, mouth and hands tirelessly stroking the fires of Babydoll's need.

Across from Sweetpea, Rocket kissed the back of Babydoll's neck. She gave Rocket a daring look and circled Babydoll, her steps erotic in their swagger, signaling Sweetpea to move. Sweetpea did, circling around to the side, to kiss Babydoll's shoulder and tease the flesh with her teeth while Rocket gave short, breathy pecks to Babydoll's neck. They'd done this routine before with a tommy soldier, back when they'd shared men instead of acknowledging the depths of their feelings for each other. Rocket moved up with sweet, gentle inevitability, until her tongue was running smoothly along the contours of her ear. It slipped inside just before Sweetpea bit at Babydoll's other earlobe. Babydoll didn't have any idea which was more erotic, Amber and Blondie sharing her cock or Sweetpea and Rocket sharing her.

The only words spoken were a quiet, impressed "Fuck yes," from Blondie as Amber sank down on Babydoll's cock, taking the entire length into her mouth and down her gullet in one lengthy, breathless slide. She gagged on the last few inches, stubbornly remaining just past her lips, and Blondie kissed her sweetly on her cock-stuffed cheeks, urging her to relax.

And Amber watched with pleased eyes as Blondie fell on the base of the cock, kissing and licking and making Babydoll's cock grow even hotter in her mouth.

"Love you," Babydoll gasped as Rocket pulled away with one last suck at her lips, again orbiting to come back and nuzzle at her breasts, her hair and lips a perfect soft interplay while Sweetpea moved in to fiercely claim her, tongue in her mouth and teeth at her lips, all mine-mine-mine with her kiss and her hands. "You too," Babydoll pulled free to say, before Sweetpea reclaimed her mouth.

"Love you more," Rocket giggled in Babydoll's ear, her hands playfully tweaking two engorged nipples.

Sweetpea's only response was to slap Babydoll's ass as she moved off, her lips bee-stung from the violent kissing.

"Sis," Rocket said disapprovingly, pulling all three of them close.

Sweetpea rolled her eyes and leaned down to Babydoll's ear. "Come for me and I'll tell you exactly how I feel."

"Talk dirty to me and I'll come," Babydoll shot back, one eyebrow arched.

Sweetpea smirked, impressed. She pulled Rocket in by her hair so Babydoll had something to do with her mouth as Sweetpea circled in from behind and wrapped her arms around both women. "You need to come," she hissed in Babydoll's right ear. She moved to Babydoll's left. "You need to come because I'm bored of that big, hard cock. I want your pussy back. I want something sweet to lick and suck at. I want your real juices, the one Rocket always tastes like when she comes back from your room. I want it to gush all over my mouth and my fingers and my toys, just like Rocket says it does. I wanna bite down on your clit and make you beg for more, harder, faster. I wanna fuck you with a strap-on while Rocket takes you from behind, and we'll find out just how many orgasms we can expect from you when you beg for us to stop, when you offer to lick us clean from our boots to our pussies if we'll only stop making you come. And Rocket won't hold you to it but I will. You're going to get me drinks and pour them out on your body so I don't have to stop fucking you to get buzzed and if the nearest champagne is a hundred miles away in an enemy bunker, you're going to go fucking get it for me, because I'm your fucking commanding officer and you do exactly as I fucking say."

Babydoll's eyes had rolled back in her head. She was no longer kissing Rocket, just letting the girl's lips brush against hers.

"And right now," Sweetpea paused, reaching down to tap Amber's head. So warned, the mechanic dragged herself down the boiling length of Babydoll's dick, "I'm ordering you to come."

Babydoll whimpered out her finish, collapsing into Sweetpea and Rocket's arms as she filled up Amber's mouth, cum that spilled from her lips and fell on her breasts for Blondie to lick up. Amber swallowed as much as she could, loving the vodka-strong flavor, but was surprised to see that Babydoll's cock didn't look flaccid at all. It might've been shorter, but it was as hard and ready as ever.

"Keep fucking going!" Sweetpea ordered, even as Amber gulped down the cum coating the inside of her mouth.

"I've got this," Blondie said with a confident nod, pushing Amber aside. She unzipped her bodice to the navel, not even taking it off, leaving it to Amber to help her out of it with practiced ease. "Well, 'doll, if that cock is going bye-bye, we might as well give in a going-away present." She kneaded her breasts in her hands, the nipples growing painfully hard as she sidled up to Babydoll. "And let's face it. I've got the best tits of anyone here."

Babydoll would've argued, but it was hard to debate the point when Blondie was squeezing her cock between two admittedly firm, well-sized breasts. The feeling wasn't as intense as Amber's blowjob, but it wasn't at all unsatisfying. It was warm and soft and relaxing, in a way, easing her toward another orgasm.

"This what you were thinking about when you stared at my boobs?" Blondie asked, grinning, as she worked Babydoll's cock up and down her cleavage.

Babydoll would've answered, but Sweetpea kissed her hard enough to suck Babydoll's tongue out of her mouth and Rocket played with Babydoll's hair as she ground their bodies together in writhing symphony. So instead she reached down and groped Amber as the mechanic laved her tongue across Blondie's breasts and the cock sandwiched between them.

Metaphysics danced across Babydoll's mind in a haze. This wasn't an orgy, a game, a duty. It was something more, something harmonious, like they were all different body parts working in unison, different aspects of one personality brought together. Everyone was touching, fucking, making love. She loved Sweetpea, and Rocket, and herself, and Amber and Blondie were her best friends, and she loved them too, and they loved each other. Somewhere there was an important revelation, but it couldn't be put into words. It was just the fact of that love, transmitted along sex and jokes and touches. And then it was Rocket's turn to kiss her and even that drugged reasoning was buried under ecstasy.

If Blondie had similar thoughts, it was hard to tell, she was moaning so loud. Amber was fingering her and she was greatly enjoying watching the sisters share Babydoll. When she milked a dose of precum from Babydoll's cock, Amber bent down to kiss it away. She added her hands to Blondie's as she continued to worship the cockhead, trapping Babydoll ever deeper in the valley of Blondie's cleavage. And Blondie undulated like a dancer, like the dancer, stroking Babydoll's cock and meeting Amber's fingers, working up a sweat that only lubricated the cock's passage. Amber paused to meet Blondie's eyes and her lips were glossy with precum. There was a lot. This was it.

Blondie grinned. "Oh yeah. Blow that cum all over my face. I can't wait to feel it."

Babydoll was lost in the sisters' caresses: Sweetpea pinching her nipples, Rocket licking her lips, biting, sucking, kissing, slapping, rubbing, scratching. It was like they were fucking each other through her, modulating their very different personalities by letting her take the furthest reaches of their passion and letting only the love they felt shine through all three of them. And the ice and fire reached down her, down to her very core, and made steam that filled her up and overloaded and wanted out!

She tried to warn them, but they didn't let a second go by without abusing, worshipping her lips, like if they could only switch fast enough, it would blend into a Möbius strip of pleasure, all three of them kissing the other two at the same time. But she had to warn them. If not, she had the terrifying vision of Amber being drowned by her ejaculation, the pressure was that immense.

So as Rocket stopped kissing her and Sweetpea started, Babydoll grabbed them both by the hair and pressed them together. The sheer taboo of it overcame Sweetpea and she tried to pull away, but Babydoll held her in place until she relaxed into the kiss, not sweet or sour, just passionate. Loving.

Babydoll hated to interrupt it. And she didn't. Sweetpea and Rocket continued to kiss as she screamed "I'm gonna come!"

Blondie wanted it, the last memento of this whole hallucinogenic episode. She wanted it all, deep inside her belly. She let go of her breasts and they sprung open, damp with precum, for her to lean down and suck Babydoll into her mouth. She tasted Sweetpea, and Rocket, and Amber. Then she tasted the first helping of Babydoll, splashing deep in her throat.

"Give me some, ho!" Amber pulled her aside and threw herself like a human shield in front of Babydoll. Another rope of come shot across her tits, splashing her face and neck. Lovely.

"That—looks fun." Blondie pulled her goggles down, not wanting to get any in her eyes. "Come on my tits, 'doll! You owe them that!"

"Little more!" Babydoll gasped, teeth clenched. "Almost there!"

Sweetpea and Rocket fell on her from either side, Rocket kissing one side of her neck, Sweetpea biting the other, leaving her mouth free to scream as Blondie and Amber did the same with her prick. Amber sucked the cum off it, finally taking it all the way in, then passed it to Blondie to lick and rub against her face. Babydoll couldn't keep track of who was fondling her breast, squeezing her ass, claiming her lips. She just knew that she was coming again.

"You want it, you fucking got it," she muttered in a hoarse voice.

Amber got it splattered over her tonsils and she practically coughed the cock out for Blondie to take, milking the shaft with both hands until Babydoll went off again, covering Blondie with splatters of milky white liquid all over her face and breasts, her ass contracting rhythmically with each deep ejaculation.

Mischievously, Rocket pushed Sweetpea down, but she pulled Rocket down with her. As hoped, Sweetpea caught a thick stream of jizz squarely in the face, to her (mostly) mock-outrage. Rocket laughed and Babydoll jerked her next ejaculation into the younger sister's face, plastering her with the last of the load. Some got in her mouth. Sweetpea cracked a grin.

As the last few tremors sent cum sputtering across Babydoll's own thighs, Sweetpea reached out and smeared the cum across Rocket's skin, finishing by stroking Rocket's lips with her fingers. Rocket sucked at them as the cum was wiped from her cheek. She lapped up every drop Sweetpea fed her and returned the favor.

Blondie slid her cum-covered tits up Babydoll's stomach as Amber lapped up the last of it from her legs. Babydoll kissed her on the cheek and hugged her as she felt the pressure in her groin finally give way to a luxurious satisfaction.

Amber rested her head on Babydoll's thigh. She never would've believed she'd be so happy to see a pussy. With trembling fingers, she took out and unwrapped a lollypop.

"What the fuck is with the lollypops?" Babydoll asked, shaking her head. Everyone laughed.

"Gets the taste out of my mouth," Amber said nonchalantly.

"Hell, I want one," Blondie said.

"Me too," Babydoll added, having inadvertently tasted herself on Blondie's tongue. It wasn't a bad taste, but she wasn't sorry her two lovers were women.

"Gimme," Rocket said.

"Sweetpea!" Amber complained.

Sweetpea stood up, wiping the last of the cum off her face. With a shake of her head, she licked her hand. "I told you when you joined the squad, Amber. If you're gonna bring candy, better bring enough for the rest of the class."

With a few Mandarin curses, Amber started handing out bits of her precious stash. Sweetpea declined, walking over to where they'd dumped the radio. She checked the stream of Telex that had gone unacknowledged while... well, while she and her sister had been fucked six ways to Sunday, occasionally by each other.

Crazy fucking world.

"Son of a bitch," she swore, ripping off the ticker-tape. "The Kardannians have surrendered! We missed all the fucking action!"

Babydoll just had to laugh.

***

"What's so funny?" Madame Gorski asked with what little voice she had left after screaming herself hoarse. Thankfully, the dance studio was soundproofed to keep the music from spilling out and distracting any valued customers.

Babydoll looked down, with a note of panic when she saw a penis jutting from her crotch before realizing it was just the strap-on. Gorski laid in a pile of sweat and other fluids, her asshole gaping and her pussy red and her mouth seemingly frozen open.

Babydoll sometimes let her imagination run away with her.

Gorski straightened herself into a sit. "Oh, nuna... if only men could fuck as good as you, I'd do this for free. Help me to my cot?"

Supporting most of Gorski's weight herself, Babydoll led her into her office and the small bed she kept there. After helping Gorski down and watching her slip into sweet unconsciousness, Babydoll took off the dildo and moved to return it to the chest Gorski had gotten it out of.

There were a lot in there.

Surely Gorski wouldn't notice if a few went missing...

***

"Do you know how sexually transmitted diseases are transmitted, Rocket?" Sweetpea demanded, irritatedly adjusting her panties. They really weren't meant to hold what she had put in them. "By sex!"

"I said I was sorry," Rocket muttered, keeping her voice down so no one would hear them as they strode quickly through camp. As quickly as they could with hard-ons.

"And you could've mentioned the cum was an aphrodisiac," Amber said, rubbing at her painfully taut nipples through her top.

"Do I blame you when our plane malfunctions?"

"The plane malfunctions. It doesn't grow a cock and start humping other planes!"

"I'm actually finding that mental image erotic," Blondie moaned. "Guys, where the fuck is she!"

"There!"

They all hurried down into the bunker where Babydoll had been assigned quartermaster duty while she was on 'medical leave.' Mandatory. Fucking brass.

But it did have thick concrete walls and a door that could've come off a bank vault. Hard to imagine someone hearing anything inside.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Babydoll asked, checking off another shipment of ammo on her clipboard.

"Us," Sweetpea said. She exhaled in relief as she finally freed her cock.

"Nice strap-on...?" Babydoll tried unconvincingly.

"Babydoll..." Rocket started, already stroking herself. "You know how if you get the measles once, you can never get the measles again?"

"Yeaaaaah..."

"Well, imagine that, but with growing a dick."

Babydoll blinked. Shook her head. "Oh, no..."

"We'd do the same for you!" Blondie pleaded.

"We did," Amber said. "In our mouths."

"Why don't you just find some boys?"

Rocket wrinkled her nose. "Don't be gross."

"I'm serious, there's a Navy ship parked in the river, there must be someone there who..."

"'Doll," Sweetpea said. "I love you and my sister loves you. Usually at the same time. But you really need to bend over."

Babydoll bit her lip. All those hard cocks, could she really... well, Sweetpea and Rocket had taken them the original way, and Blondie had looked like she'd enjoyed having one in her ass. And then there was Amber and her mouth... that had looked like fun. Felt like fun. And her hands... everyone always said she had such soft hands...

"Alright, on one condition."

"I am your commanding--!" Sweetpea was saying, when Rocket squeezed her hand. "What?" she said in a smaller voice.

Babydoll was folding her clothes into neat piles on the floor. She had, after all, just gotten the stains out from last time. "Remember how you said you and Rocket wanted to take me at the same time? Something about fucking me until I begged you to stop?"

Rocket was circling around Babydoll. Getting a better look at that ass. "I remember."

Babydoll grinned at her before looking back at Sweetpea. "I don't beg. But you're welcome to try."

As the three of them moved together, Blondie took the lollypop Amber offered in exasperation. "How come they always go first? Is it a blonde thing?"

"That's discrimination," Amber agreed.

"Hey, look!" Blondie pressed down on her cock. "Mine vibrates!"