4.21 – ❤ Spectacle

Zoey set Delta’s pussy to the side, between her and Maddy, then popped open her pants button. Her blood thrummed with excitement. Though she doubted much would be happening between her and Maddy, today, getting to expose herself—and masturbate, using Delta’s pussy—in front of the blushing girl was, obviously, something that had Zoey’s stomach squirming. She hadn’t ever been an exhibitionist, but, as was becoming a recurring trend, it seemed a new kink might be adding to a rapidly expanding list.

Next, her boxers came down. Fourteen inches of erect girl dick stood proudly in the air, a bead of pre-cum dribbling at the tip, declaring Zoey’s growing excitement.

To her side, Maddy sucked in a breath of air. Despite having hidden behind her notebook, and claiming she’d mind her own business, she’d apparently taken a sneak peek—and gotten more than she’d been prepared for. Zoey glanced over at her, smirking, but Maddy fervently pretended she’d made no such noise.

“I w-wasn’t looking! Sorry!” She buried her nose even closer to her notebook.

“I don’t mind if you do,” Zoey said. “Like you said, it’s not that big of a deal. This’s just how my class works. Gotta get used to it, right?”

Despite her attempts to play the event down, Zoey’s slamming heart belied the truth of the situation. Just because she’d been getting a lot of action recently didn’t make this encounter any less exciting. While not as degenerate as some things she’d gotten up to, getting to expose herself to Maddy still had Zoey’s body on fire. She just pretend it didn’t, for Maddy’s sake.

“Right,” Maddy said, lowering her notebook a few inches down, revealing gray eyes and the tops of her burning red cheeks. She stole a look at Zoey’s cock, before flushing even deeper and returning the notebook. “How does it even fit?”

“A convenient skill.” Zoey picked up Delta’s pussy, then rubbed her tip against soft lips, a quiet gasp escaping her. Delta had, in the imminent arrival of this encounter—feeling herself exposed, then Zoey’s fingers teasing her—started to show her own excitement. Zoey worked Delta’s natural lubricant around her cock’s head, then down her shaft, spreading Delta’s lips apart as she rubbed around. Having a pussy in convenient, hand-held form was really something. “But even with a skill, it can be a bit much.”

“A bit much,” Maddy breathed. “I get the feeling you’re understating things.” The notebook finally lowered back onto her lap, though Maddy pointedly focused on developing the spell diagram, trying to ignore Zoey. She stole quick glances, flickers, as if sneaking looks at the sun.

“Maybe a bit. Nobody really complains, though. It’s a challenge in a good way, I’ve heard.”

Maddy blushed, then flipped to a new page in her notebook. “I’ll start making some other variations for your inflame skill. Take as long as you need.”

Zoey intended to. Usually with these sessions, the goal was to finish as quick as possible, thus recharging her Lust resource. With this new development? She’d take her time. Be loud. Be enthusiastic. This was, by far, the best opportunity for working Maddy up to Zoey’s class that she’d gotten. Zoey desperately wanted her on the team, and while Zoey had a feeling the blue-haired girl wouldn’t be jumping into bed with her anytime soon, Maddy needed to be somewhat at ease with everything, if she wanted to join the team.

So. Breaking down her defenses. Giving her a show. Maybe if she worked Maddy up enough, even, this would progress from something more than a bout of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Maybe Maddy would involve herself more directly. Though, Zoey doubted that. At absolute most, a handjob, and even that, she didn’t think would be happening. Maddy didn’t seem the kind of girl to be jumping into those sorts of situations. But maybe something?

Having used Delta’s pussy to lubricate herself, Zoey teased her cockhead between Delta’s lower lips. She pushed, spreading Delta apart, burying her tip just a half-inch in. She could imagine Delta groaning and cursing at the slow pace she was taking, wanting Zoey to thrust inside already. The wetness Zoey had available to lubricate herself made it pretty clear. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the plan today. She gripped her shaft with one hand, steadying it, then continued to rub her tip half-in inside of Delta, not spreading her all the way open, but definitely spreading her.

A noise escaped the back of her throat, one which wasn’t intentionally part of the show. Maddy jumped at it, but, face burning red, pointedly kept her attention on her notebook.

Zoey finally entered Delta, sliding her pussy down her cock. She groaned, loudly, and again, it was only half intentional. She wanted to put on a show, but she didn’t have to play things up. Delta really did feel that good.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Zoey murmured. A long, drawn-out breath left her as she slid Delta further and further down her shaft. She felt her cock bump into Delta’s deepest reaches half-way down, but kept pushing. Her skill allowed the intrusion. She buried her cock into Delta until the linking plate had pressed between her legs, and all fourteen inches of her dick was squeezed by tight, wet walls.

An image flashed into her mind, Delta having fallen to her knees, hands pressed into her panties, stuffed suddenly with such an enormous girldick. She’d learned last night that for all Delta’s experience, Zoey’s member wasn’t something that could ‘just be handled’. She’d been as easy to take apart as anyone else.

Or, maybe not as easy, but experience didn’t mean Delta was difficult to turn into a blushing, twitching mess.

“Fuck,” Zoey repeated. She pulled Delta up, then slapped back down, stuffing her with cock in a smooth motion. Zoey’s back arched in pleasure. “I’m glad I don’t have to stay quiet. She feels so good.”

Maddy’s pencil shook as she sketched, her typically steady hand losing its composure, as the rest of her. The girl’s crumbling defenses spurred Zoey on. She scooted closer, pressing a naked leg into Maddy’s, continuing to use Delta’s pussy to pleasure herself even while she cozied up to the other girl.

“What’s this newest one you’re working on?” Zoey asked, keeping her voice casual—though there was a breathlessness to it, even trying to ‘play things down’.

“Um,” Maddy said. “Just a v-variation. Ought to have a few things to experiment with, once you’re ready.”

“Yeah. Good idea.” Zoey pumped away, Delta’s pussy caressing her cock in long strokes. “Just tell me if you change your mind with all this, okay? Or if you don’t want me so close, or anything. Like I said, your comfort matters most.” Zoey wanted to push boundaries, to ease Maddy into this, but it was also important to emphasize Maddy was in control, here.

“Not a problem,” Maddy said. “We’re both adults. I said it was fine. And it is. B-Besides, it’s not like I’m a total virgin, okay?”

“You aren’t?” She’d kind of figured she was.

Maddy shot a glare her way. A glare from the bubbly girl was effectively a pout, and it was awfully cute. The glance also brought Zoey’s masturbation to the forefront of Maddy’s vision, and her gaze instantly skirted back to her notebook.

“No. Kind of,” Maddy said. “Um. Once.”

“With who? A girl?”

Maddy nodded.

Zoey had figured. Maddy seemed to prefer girls—probably one of the reasons Delta had picked her as potential teammate. “Would this bother you, then?”

“Your, um?”

“Yeah.”

It was a consistent worry of Zoey’s. Cocks weren’t everyone’s thing, much less … well, fourteen inches of one.

Maddy, though, continuing, the trend, didn’t seem to mind. She blushed. “No. It’s not—well, it wouldn’t, I mean—you know.”

“Okay,” Zoey said. “Just checking.”

Zoey leaned back, the long up-and-down strokes of Delta’s pussy starting to rouse that growing heat in her core. She wondered how Delta was faring. While having a pocket-pussy, literally, was nice, the best part of sex was the intimacy, and not getting to hear Delta moaning as she stuffed her full was a downside—though plenty of upsides were present in this event, too.

“Do you, um, need help?” Maddy asked suddenly.

Zoey froze.

“I mean with an illusion, or something!” Maddy’s wide eyes indicated she genuinely hadn’t picked up on what her offer would’ve sounded like. “I can, you know, make something. For you. To speed it up. If you want. Visual stimuli.” She laughed nervously, then hunched forward and scribbled in her notebook. This newest spell diagram was much sloppier than the first.

“Make something?” Zoey asked.

“A visual aid. If you want.” She shrugged nonchalantly. Or, in an attempt to be nonchalant. The girl was a mess. One of the reasons Zoey’d been enjoying this so much.

“Like what?”

“Whatever you want. Um. Within reason?” Maddy hunched even further into her notebook. “The guild receptionist is really pretty, don’t you think?”

“The brown-haired girl?”

“Lucy. Yeah.”

A grin slid across Zoey’s face. So, there was a pervert hiding underneath those lighting-quick blushes and that exuberant, innocent personality. “You’re gonna put on a show with a stranger, for me?”

“Well, I don’t—it’s just that—“

“Please,” Zoey said. “It’d help.”

Maddy’s breath started to come faster, and she unslouched. Swallowing, she held her hand out, stroking burning lines of magic into the air with her fingers in deft, practiced motions.

An illusion shimmered to life.

The brown-haired receptionist, Lucy, stood there, dressed in only her underwear. Zoey’s heart rate picked up, and, reinvigorated, she started stroking herself faster using Delta’s pussy.

The illusion was surprisingly tame, just a woman in moderately revealing underwear, considering what Maddy could do, her imagination being the limit. Still, it was a woman stripped down to her underwear, alluring curves on display. Zoey would never be immune to that, however degenerate her adventures got.

Plus, Delta’s very real pussy stroking her. She groaned as her hand picked up pace, and Lucy put on a show for Zoey, guided by Maddy. Lucy’s hands ran across her hips and thighs, tracing her figure, and she squeezed her tits together.

“You have practice with this, then?” Zoey asked, her mind starting to grow fuzzy with pleasure. Delta’s pussy was seriously amazing, and this was only the second time she’d ever gotten to use it. Well. Second by session. She and Rosalie had made good use of their foxgirl teammate last night, definitely more than just ‘once’. “This doesn’t look like a first try.”

Maddy blushed. “I mean … wouldn’t you?”

“Fair,” Zoey laughed. “Definitely would.” She moaned, squirming on the bench. “F-Fuck. I’m getting close. More?”

Maddy obliged the request, her face turning deeper and deeper shades of red. Lucy stripped off her bra and panties, then took a few steps forward, providing an even more detailed show for Zoey. The clarity of the image was shocking. Perfectly real to life. Expected from a trained illusionist.

“Delta said you don’t wear clothes,” Zoey said, groaning as pleasure coursed through her. “That you wear an illusion around. Is that true?”

Maddy stared, wide-eyed, at Zoey. “W-What? How did she—? I mean, no! What?”

Zoey laughed at how easy it had been. Maddy was an abysmal liar. The idea thrilled through Zoey. She doubted it was something Maddy did often, but she had stripped herself naked then wandered out into public, before.

“So you’re an exhibitionist?” Zoey asked, even if the question was unnecessary, since she could read the truth in Maddy’s blushing reaction. She stroked faster, up and down, Delta’s pussy caressing out a building orgasm. Close. She was close to exploding.

Maddy was watching her, now. She’d stopped studying her notebook. Though, in wide-eyed fake outrage. “Of course not! I’m not s-some kind of pervert. Honestly, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fuck,” Zoey said. “I’m close.” She wanted to tease Maddy more about her recent discovery, but her cock was starting to seize, to reach a burning heat that was impossible to resist. “I’m going to cum.”

She said it out loud, of course, for Maddy’s benefit.

“Delta’s pussy is so tight. I can’t stop.” She gripped the linking plate with two hands, jerking desperately. “I’m cumming. Fuck.”

She slapped Delta’s pussy down with one last desperate motion, then bent forward, toes curling as euphoria washed through her. She moaned, body shaking, as her cock seized, then spilled thick, sticky cream into Delta’s pussy.

She kept eye contact with Maddy through the whole twitching process, for each long string of girlcum she spilled into Delta’s pussy. Maddy, likewise, was entranced, face burning red, drawing hand frozen, but not looking away.

“Fuck. So good. Delta’s pussy is so good.” She spewed other lewd obscenities, mind fuzzy with the pleasure washing across her. Maddy watched diligently, which spurred things along.

Finally, the event wrapped up. Her orgasm sagged away, leaving Zoey exhausted. Maddy had dispelled her illusion at some point. Panting, Zoey looked down at her sticky lap, where her enormous load had, of course, not been able to be contained in just Delta’s pussy.

“I, um, have a towel,” Zoey said, exhausted. “Don’t worry.”

“Right.”

Then, playing into the absurdity of the situation, she asked, faux-casually, pulling Delta’s pussy off her cock, leaving a cream-covered fourteen inches standing proudly, “So. How’s the new spell coming along? Should be topped off to test them, now.”

Maddy, briefly, stared at Zoey, mouth opened. Then she twitched into motion, hurrying to respond. “Um. Pretty good?”