Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Perfectly Chase

Handfuls

Sometimes, Victoria was into being the little spoon. 

It was maybe a little awkward, sure, as she was a good few inches taller than her girlfriend, but no matter the height difference, there was just something about being held by a loved one; from the way she draped her arm lazily over Victoria’s hip - fingers resting unconsciously on the inner vee shape Victoria was particularly proud of - to the small but noticeable vibrations Victoria felt whenever her girlfriend let out a quiet snore, which, at the present moment, was every few seconds.

Victoria craned her head around, turning her neck as far as she could. She could just about make out a messy bob of brown hair, a few freckles, and one closed eye.

Victoria smiled to herself. Max always snored when she’d had a lot of coffee the day before, and a lot of coffee almost always meant Max had been inundated with work. Victoria didn’t mind. She was a photographer herself - albeit one with fewer clients than Max. Specialising in trans and non-binary model photography was still somewhat of a niche area, even in a locale as seemingly progressive and diversified as L.A. Max wasn’t as hyper-focused on being so selective with her clientele: she would generally accept a job from anyone who agreed to meet her rates without any fuss or attempts to low-ball her - for as affluent as L.A claimed to be, there were a surprising amount of cheapskates who would spout various bullshit takes like ‘It’s just taking a few photos, it shouldn’t be so expensive’. Victoria had wanted to punch the last guy who said that to Max.

Still, Victoria didn’t begrudge Max for having steady work, it enabled them to afford an apartment that wasn’t the worst, and they didn’t have to worry about affording groceries so long as they didn’t get takeout too many times a month. The only negative was that Max evidently felt a constant residual level of guilt, claiming she should spend more quality time with Victoria and often making promises to go visit That Art Museum They Hadn’t Managed To See In Two Years Of Living In The City, or offering to cook dinner but then immediately passing out after sitting down for five minutes after work. 

Even then, it wasn’t much of a negative. Victoria loved Max, and Max loved her back. They both knew it, both felt assured in it, and both knew they could talk to one another if anything came up. 

It was enough.

Victoria let out a content little exhale, and snuggled further into Max’s sleepy embrace. Max’s snore turned into an unintelligible murmur right at the tail end, and the arm draped over Victoria’s hip clung a little tighter.

More than enough.

Within a few moments, Max’s breathing had returned to its regular, snore-filled rhythm. Victoria had no idea why other people resented their partners’ snoring. She found it adorable. 

She cracked an eye open again, and gave her phone a poke. The clock swam into view, lit in dull orange by her low-blue-light filter. It read just after three in the morning. She vaguely remembered Max coming to bed just after one, so her partner had been asleep a little over two hours.

Victoria closed her eyes, and breathed in Max’s warmth. She wasn’t bothered about Max’s late bedtime, nor the fact that it had come a couple of hours after Victoria bade her goodnight with a kiss on the cheek while Max pored over which shot to edit next - her most recent job had been taking headshots for an actress friend of hers who’d recently moved down to the City of Angels. Tomorrow - or rather, today - was the weekend, and that meant the most treasured of occasions: a lie in. 

Well, for Max it did. 

Victoria usually got up at Oh-My-God-That-Is-Too-Fucking-Early o’ clock to go for her morning run, and today was no different. She prided herself in her figure - especially her legs and abs - and had no plans to let that slide. Besides, the ravenous looks she received from Max (if she was awake) when she stripped off her sports bra and leggings in order to shower were always worth it. And if Max didn’t wake up in time for said post-run shower, she was planning on surprising Max with breakfast in bed - bacon pancakes, naturally.

She was ruminating on those thoughts, drifting slowly back to sleep, when she shifted her hips subconsciously, causing Max’s resting hand to drop just a little lower.

Victoria’s mind immediately catapulted back to full consciousness when she felt Max’s hand inadvertently rest along her length. 

Victoria had always been … sensitive about touch, especially in a sexual context, something Max knew full-well. The slightest brush of lips against her neck, or a hand resting just a little too far up on her thigh was usually enough to trigger at least a small physical response, something Max loved. It definitely didn’t hurt, ensuring Victoria constantly felt desired and loved.

Victoria cast her mind back to the first time they’d gone beyond performing intimate acts with hands and mouths. Victoria had been nervous, so much so that she didn’t manage to cum, even with how familiar they were with each other’s bodies at that point, and Max’s assurances that, yes, it did feel good having Victoria inside her.

As a testament to how comfortable Max made her feel, neither of them took it as a failure. They’d taken a break, and while watching a movie a couple of hours later, cuddled under a blanket on the couch, Max had provided some encouragement in the form of an enthusiastic surprise blowjob. 

In the time since, Max sometimes remarked that feeling Victoria’s thighs quiver and her abs clench while she spilled herself inside Max’s mouth was one of her favourite - private - memories. 

In the present, Victoria clenched her jaw. Thinking about Max sucking her dick while her hand was resting on said appendage was definitely not a good idea. She should probably stop before -

Ah. Too late.

She was already hard, making Max’s unconscious touch all the more torturous. Victoria grimaced. The prospects of getting back to sleep suddenly felt a lot further off than they had been a couple of minutes ago.

Down, girl. She thought, willing her erection to just go away .

It did not.

Victoria inwardly cursed. Maybe if she could move a little and jiggle Max’s hand away from her - 

Nope. 

Victoria’s attempt at movement only managed to make her situation worse. Max’s fingers now rested directly, delicately, on the tip.

Victoria bit her lip, struggling not to swear. 

Max made more adorable sounding noises in her sleep. Her hand twitched on the head.

Victoria almost drew blood.

She was desperately trying to think of something, anything she could do to either alleviate the throbbing urges she now felt, or make the problem go away entirely - the most obvious of which included slipping out of bed in order to go jerk off in the bathroom - when Max’s touch turned from unconscious resting to very deliberate gripping.

Victoria squeaked, and performed a full-body twitch.

“Mmm , hello there.” Max sleepily mumbled. 

“Hn.” Victoria made a decidedly strangled noise.

“Someone feels happy to see me - or should that be feel me?” Max breathed, and gave the head a squeeze.

Victoria groaned, and thrust her hips forward, begging for more of Max’s touch.

“Want me to help you out?” Max offered, palming Victoria’s cock through the thin material of her boyshorts. 

Victoria frantically nodded, already desperate for Max to get her off.

“What my beloved wants, my beloved gets.” Max nipped at Victoria’s earlobe, causing a shudder to pass through the taller woman.

She moved her hand from the head, which she could already feel leaking precum through the fabric of Victoria’s underwear, to the waistband. With a deft motion, she slid her hand inside, taking hold of the hot, rigid flesh of Victoria’s member and freeing it from its cotton-based prison.

Then, she began stroking. 

Victoria moaned sharply, almost losing control from the first pump of Max’s hand alone. Within a minute, she was snapping her hips into Max’s deft touch, heading sharply towards a rapidly building - and much needed - orgasm. 

“Fuck!” Victoria exclaimed, feeling Max’s grip around her shaft tighten. The outside of Max’s index finger was bumping up against the ridge under the thick head of her cock in a way Max knew drove Victoria crazy.

“Max!” She moaned, hoping the need in her voice would encourage her lover to stroke her harder, faster.

Fortunately for Victoria, Max knew her all too well. The nimble hand gripping her shaft increased its grip until it was almost painful, pumping furiously.

Victoria cried out. She wasn’t surprised at all that she was only moments from sweet, sweet release, something Max clearly knew as well - she altered her strokes to collect the clear liquid leaking from the head, spreading it all over Victoria’s cock with every stroke.

She reached back, scrabbling for more physical contact and finding Max’s hip, which she dug her fingers into like her life depended on it. “I’m…!” Was all she managed to say before words became an impossibility.

“Are you gonna cum?” Max whispered in her ear. 

Frantically, Victoria nodded.

“Good. I want you to cum for me, Vee, I want you to let me make you cum so fucking bad.” Max encouraged her, stroking her wet, pulsing cock with as much strength as she could, even though her forearm was on fire from the effort. “I wanna feel it, wanna feel you cum in my hand. Do it, Vee, let go.”

Something about Max’s words proved to - blessedly -  be enough. 

Victoria stiffened, the tendons in her neck standing out like corded steel as her face contorted into a rictus of ecstasy. Her cock pulsed, finally releasing its load to spill over Max’s hand, which kept pumping, drawing out every single last drop until both her hand and the sheets underneath Victoria were covered in thick, sticky liquid.

“Damn, that was a lot.” Max stated when Victoria’s breathing had slowed and her cock had stopped twitching. “I did kinda want you to do it in my mouth, but you clearly had like, five seconds left.”

Victoria made a vague noise of agreement, seemingly content to let her brain float in a sea of happy chemicals for the time being.

“Feeling better?” Max prompted, trailing her fingers up and down the wet shaft.

Victoria nodded, lazily this time.

“Are you sure?” Max gave Victoria’s member a leisurely stroke, causing a sharp intake of breath from her partner. “Because you are still hard, and I, ” she took Victoria’s hand and guided it into her panties, “Am fucking drenched here.”

Max’s observation was stunningly true. Victoria’s fingers immediately encountered an abundance of wetness. Automatically, she began to rub, aiming for Max’s clit, but the smaller woman stopped her. 

“No. Inside.” She demanded.

At first, Victoria thought Max meant her fingers, and went to insert two of them, as was Max’s usual preference. But again, Max stopped her.

“Vee, I want you inside me.” She insisted.

“Oh.” Was all Victoria could manage.

“Here - turn round.” 

Victoria did so, with a little bit of extra effort required to avoid the wet patch she’d created. A few moments later, she came to rest facing Max, who immediately drew her in and kissed her, long and slow.

“I love you.” Max breathed when they parted.

“I love you too.” Victoria echoed.

Max smiled, and then rolled over, effectively reversing their positions from a few minutes ago, with Victoria now occupying the role of big spoon.

“Mm.” Max let out a small moan. “I love feeling you like that.” She ground herself against the thick length, which was now pressing up against her butt.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love it?” Prompted Victoria, her desire having re-awoken enough to make her voice shake.

“You know, I was just thinking the same thing.” Max playfully teased, looking back and giving Victoria a wink. Then, with a little difficulty due to lying on her side,she worked her panties off, leaving her in only her oversized PJ shirt. She arched her lower back towards Victoria’s hips, brushing wet heat against her cock, causing the entire thing to twitch in response.

“You ready?” She asked Victoria, who nodded and laid a kiss on an exposed part of Max’s neck.

Max shuffled up against Victoria as much as possible, drawing a small grunt from the taller woman as slick warmth brushed her length again. Still in a spooning position, Max reached down between her legs and took hold of Victoria, before guiding her slowly inside.

As her head pushed past the first ring of muscle, Victoria sighed. Max always felt so warm, so intimately familiar. 

The two of them savoured the initial entry, Victoria happy to push herself in slowly, inch by delicious inch as Max eagerly took her. When she bottomed out inside her partner, she simply stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the sensations and the blissful squeeze that always accompanied making love to Max.

“How do you always feel so good?” Victoria moaned, now rocking her hips in small increments.

“I think that’s just how vaginas work.” Max breathed, pushing herself against Victoria’s cock. “You gonna move?”

“Yeah, just, you feel so fucking good .” Victoria gasped.

In response, Max squeezed her kegels. “I know.” She boasted.

“Fuck, Max!”

“Please do.” Max reached back and gripped Victoria’s hips. 

Unable to hold back anymore, Victoria began to move - albeit slowly, all the better to enjoy Max’s warmth and tightness.

“Mm, just like that.” Max crooned. “Wanna feel you, wanna feel all of you.” 

Choosing to interpret Max’s words somewhat literally, Victoria pulled out until her head was just barely inside, then pushed back in, filling Max entirely.

Max moaned, loudly. Inside, her muscles clenched around Victoria’s cock. 

Victoria reciprocated the moan, and began thrusting in earnest. In a matter of moments, the otherwise quiet bedroom was filled with the sounds of rustling sheets, small gasps, and the other tell-tale sounds of lovemaking.

They retained a relaxed, un-rushed pace. Victoria was still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, and Max - as much as she relished having Victoria inside her - was already majorly worked up from having jerked Victoria off, meaning her partner would have to do very little to coax an orgasm out of her. 

Doing very little apparently translated into Victoria increasing her pace enough to meet Max’s demands. She wasn’t pounding into Max like she had on several occasions in the past, but it was hard enough that the sounds of flesh meeting flesh were audible between the gasps and hitches of breath both women were producing.

“I’m close!” Max exclaimed. “Vee!” She whined.

Victoria knew exactly what to do. She reached between Max’s legs, easily finding her clit and swirling her fingers around it, even as she thrust herself into Max as far as she could go.

Max immediately squeaked something Victoria couldn’t make out and went rigid - aside from her shuddering thighs and her internal muscles that squeezed Victoria’s cock to the point of almost forcing Victoria out. A gush of liquid splattered across both of their thighs, Victoria’s hand, and finally, her dick. Max being a squirter was one of Victoria’s favourite things, and as much as she loved being inside Max, she couldn’t help but wish she was using her tongue to make Max squirt. There was just something about doing it orally that she loved more than anything else.

Eventually, Max’s taut body softened, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Fuck, I think I came pretty hard.” She exclaimed after a few breaths. “You good, Vee?”

“I mean…” Victoria performed a small thrust to demonstrate she was still hard and more than ready to continue.

“Point taken. Literally.” Max giggled, which turned into a low, throaty moan when Victoria resumed thrusting.

Her movements were a little sharper now, a little more needy. Riding out Max’s orgasm while still inside of her never failed to bring her closer to the edge. It was like clockwork: watching - or feeling - Max cum made Victoria want to cum, and vice versa. It was an exceedingly mutually beneficial relationship.

Victoria could feel a second orgasm building, rising up from deep inside her, but their current position wasn’t quite right. She needed to be as deep as possible, to push every last inch of her cock into Max’s warm, eager embrace. 

She hooked an arm around Max’s left leg, lifting it as high as she could without making Max uncomfortable. Fortunately, Max was flexible, which enabled Victoria to lift her leg right up to her chest without problem - and, seeing as she was in that general area anyway, Victoria snuck her hand up Max’s shirt to toy with her breasts.

Max gasped as their new position let Victoria hit spots she hadn’t quite been reaching before. She ground her hips back against her partner, in love with the way Victoria filled her with each and every thrust of her hips. 

“Just like that, Vee…” She moaned. “Keep going, keep fucking me!”

Victoria didn’t bother answering. Her breaths had turned into ragged pants as her pace quickened to near-frenzied levels. Lifting Max’s leg had subtly changed the angle of her thrusts just enough to bring on her orgasm much faster than it otherwise would have come. Victoria screwed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, concentrating on how fucking wet and tight Max felt, and the wet sounds of her hips slapping against Max’s ass.

“Max!” She cried as her thrusts became wild and uncontrolled. She was close, so fucking close to losing control entirely and spilling herself inside Max. “Fuck!” She screamed. “You feel too good, I’m - oh god - Max… I’m gonna cum -!”

“Cum in me!” Max keened. “Please cum inside me, Vee!  I need it, need to feel you-”

Hearing Max give her explicit permission to finish inside her was more than enough. Victoria cried out one final time and buried her face in Max’s shoulder. She thrust herself as deep as she could, and let go, 

It felt as if she came forever. Jet after jet of her release splashed against Max’s inner walls, driving Victoria to slam into Max several more times, extending her orgasm as long as was physically possible and coaxing shot after shot out of her cock. She felt Max press back against her, trying for as much contact, as much intimacy as she could get. Out of instinct, Victoria embraced Max further, holding her as tightly as she could without hurting her, even while she emptied herself inside Max until she was completely, utterly spent. 

Eventually, the post-orgasm high faded. Ragged breathing returned to normal, sweat began to cool, and endorphin-effused brains dropped back to base level. Even so, neither woman wanted it to be over just yet. Max didn’t want Victoria to go anywhere, which was fine with her, as she had no inclination to pull out anytime soon. She traced her fingers over and between Max’s breasts, wiping away the occasional bead of sweat that had collected there, idling thinking on how perfect, how loving her girlfriend was.

“If I hadn’t just fucked you, I’d say you were flirting with me.” Max chuckled.

“Huh?”

“Apparently I’m perfect.”

“I said that out loud?”

Max craned her head back and kissed her.

“Fuck yeah you did. No take-backsies.”

Victoria giggled. Apparently that caused certain parts of her to vibrate, because Max twitched and emitted a small yelp.

“Alright, I should probably go clean up.” She said, not without a hint of regret. 

“Do you have to? Can’t we stay like this?” Victoria pouted.

“One: as much as I love having you inside me, I’m starting to get kinda sore. And two: you definitely made a mess.” Max nodded downwards.

“Sorry.”

“No, no. No apologies. I wanted you to do it.” Max stroked her cheek. “I love getting you off, and I don’t care where or how you do it, as long as we both want it.”

“Mm.” Victoria moaned. “Literal consensual dirty talk. There’s nothing sexier.”

“Agreed.” Max patted Victoria’s hips. “Can you pull out?”

Victoria did so, slowly, trying to avoid causing Max any discomfort. Even so, Max still had a slightly off-kilter gait as she walked to the en-suite bathroom.

“And hey,” Max paused as she reached the door, “Who said it’s only me who’s perfect?” With a smile and a wink, she disappeared into the bathroom.

With a contented sigh, Victoria rolled onto her back, resting her arms behind her head and letting her thoughts wander. After a few minutes, the flushing of the toilet signalled Max’s return. She sidled up to the bed, already yawning, though once she got to the nightstand, she picked up a full glass of water that had been resting there, and in a matter of seconds, chugged the entire thing.

“You know you’re just gonna need to pee in a couple of hours, right?” Victoria pointed out.

“Don’t care.” Max climbed onto the bed, choosing to lie down directly on top of Victoria, resting her head neatly between her breasts. “Three a.m water is best water.”

“You have a point.” Victoria conceded. “Though I never said I could be your pillow.”

Max didn’t answer.

“Max?” Victoria prompted. “Sweetie?”

Somehow, her girlfriend was already asleep.

Victoria sighed, rolled her eyes, and made herself as comfy as possible without disturbing the sleeping photographer. Her phone now proclaimed it was three-thirty in the morning, and that her morning run alarm was in precisely two and a half hours. 

Victoria made a face, and deactivated it.

Maybe they both deserved a lie-in.

Chapter Text

Blowing Off Steam

Victoria lathered shampoo into her hair, humming contentedly to herself and enjoying the feel of the steamy water on her skin. 

A lie-in, by her standards at least, had indeed occurred. She'd woken up just before eight am, and gingerly extricated herself from underneath Max, who was still partially on top of her. Max had made a vague grumbling noise, but otherwise slept on peacefully. 

After making her escape, Victoria made her way into the kitchen, and after making herself some coffee, gathered together the ingredients necessary for bacon pancakes. After two years of living with Max, she knew the recipe by heart, and was able to whip up a delicious-smelling batch of pancakes and crispy bacon in no time at all. 

The noise Max had made upon being presented with her favourite breakfast - in bed, no less - was something Victoria wished she had recorded. It had been adorable enough to melt even the iciest of hearts.

While Max dug into her breakfast with the enthusiasm of a toddler on a sugar high being let loose on a trampoline, Victoria changed into her sports gear, kissed Max on her forehead, and let herself out for a run.

Five kilometres and change later - as well as a customary wolf whistle from Max when she got back -  Victoria felt like she’d unequivocally earned the luxurious, almost-too-hot shower she was currently standing under. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. There was nothing better after a run than a generous amount of scandalously steamy water.

Well, almost nothing better.

The only better things tended to involve -

As if on cue, the handle to the bathroom door turned, and in stepped her partner, who immediately let her eyes wander up and down Victoria’s wet, soap covered body.

“Enjoying the show?” Victoria asked. The question was rhetorical. She very much already knew the answer.

“Mm, could be better.” Max shrugged, knowing her answer would get right under Victoria’s skin.

She was right. Victoria spluttered indignantly, glaring at Max from under a mound of soapy bubbles.

“I’m wet and naked here, what more do you want?” She protested, gesturing to the rest of her body for emphasis.

“To answer that ,” Max began undoing the ties on the bathrobe she was wearing, “I’m gonna have to get a lot closer.” She finished with the knot, and let the robe fall to the ground.

“Oh.” Was all Victoria could utter. 

Max was very, very naked under the robe. Of course, she’d seen Max nude hundreds of times by now, but like internet cat videos or Sailor Moon, it was something Victoria would never tire of seeing.

“You ever not gonna make googly eyes at me whenever I get naked?” Max teased.

“Why would I wanna do that?”

“Fair.”

With a confident, flirtatious smile, Max stepped into the shower, taking hold of Victoria’s hips and pressing herself flush up against the taller woman.

“Hi.” Victoria said, only somewhat shakily.

“Hi.” Max echoed, running her hands up and down Victoria’s back.

Victoria shuddered, her skin erupting in pleasurable tingles wherever Max’s fingers roamed.

“Feeling good?” Max asked, her hands travelling up into Victoria’s shampoo-laden hair and massaging her scalp.

Victoria could only make a vague burbling noise in response. Max always knew precisely how - and where - to touch Victoria in order to turn her into a pile of jelly.

“Buuuh.” Victoria tried in vain to produce something that resembled a word.

Max let out a satisfied giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She dropped her hands to Victoria’s shoulders, then let them trail over her breasts and stomach, before finally taking hold of her hips.

“Wanna feel even better?” Max suggested, her voice dangerously low.

“I - wh - uh?” Victoria stammered. 

“Let’s just say I felt very appreciative of you bringing me breakfast this morning.” Max dropped to her knees, trailing a delicate index finger down past Victoria’s navel as she did so. “And I figured you deserve a little reward.”

Victoria’s heart rate spiked. She felt herself hardening, even though Max hadn’t even touched her directly yet.

“Something tells me you’d like that.” Max giggled, seeing Victoria go from soft to throbbingly hard in a matter of seconds. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” It was only one word, but it said everything Max needed to hear.

“What do you want me to do?” Max gave Victoria what she liked to call her ‘Fuck me’ eyes.

“Y-your mouth…” Victoria managed to spit out.

Max nodded, staring lovingly up at her girlfriend. She grasped the hard shaft in one hand, causing Victoria to jerk her hips forward involuntarily.

“Like this?” Max placed little kisses on the tip, occasionally darting her tongue out to flick across the sensitive head.

“Inside … please.” Victoria pleaded, growing steadily more desperate by the second.

“Mmm…” Max gave her cock a leisurely, wet pump. “Okay.” 

Then, she dipped her head forward, and took Victoria into her mouth.

Victoria sucked air through her teeth in a sharp intake of breath. “Oh my god…” She moaned.

Max momentarily drew back, releasing the head with a slick pop . “Nice of you to call me that.” She smirked.

“Oh fuck y -” Victoria began to say, but then Max tilted her head forward, taking Victoria not only back inside her mouth, but all the way down to the base, and the concept of coherent speech became something ethereal and unattainable. 

Victoria gasped. No matter how many times Max performed it, her capacity to deepthroat Victoria was a talent she deeply appreciated..

After managing to hold herself there for a few seconds, Max came back up, having maintained the balance between pleasuring her partner and not choking for breath exceptionally well. 

She gripped the now-slick, saliva covered shaft with her hand, and while her mouth remained enclosed around the head, which she expertly flicked her tongue across, Max began to pump Victoria’s length with vigorous, hard strokes.

Victoria’s knees almost buckled. It was a close enough affair that she had to lean back against the shower tiles to prop herself up. Thankfully, having to do so didn’t dislodge Max, or affect her rhythm at all.

If anything, Victoria now being slightly bent at the knees and supported against the shower wall gave her a better, easier angle to slide her lips up and down Victoria’s cock, which she did so, enthusiastically.

“Fuck!” Victoria cried. Max’s mouth felt heavenly, from the way her tongue massaged the underside of her length, to the way her teeth very slightly grazed the ridge at the bottom of her head. And while Max’s mouth lavished the upper half of her with delicious, ecstatic attention, her hand never stopped stroking the base of Victoria’s cock, getting Victoria off with short, sharp jerks.

She desperately wanted to thrust her hips, to claim Max’s mouth as hers and push herself inside until she spilled her load down Max’s throat. But she held back, letting Max set the pace and guide her towards a steadily approaching orgasm.

“Max, oh god, Max!” Victoria exclaimed. “I’m getting close, so fucking close…”

Unexpectedly, Max stopped stroking, though her lips remained sealed around the head. 

“Please … keep going.” Victoria begged. “Keep using your hand.”

Max shook her head, ever so slightly. Instead she took Victoria’s hands, and threaded them through her hair.

Victoria blinked several times as she caught Max’s meaning. 

“Are you sure?” She asked. “You want me to …?”

With a wet smacking sound, Max released her cock. “I do. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“Max…” 

“I love you too.”

With a trembling hand, Victoria traced Max’s lips, slick with saliva and her own precum. Max smiled up at her, waiting expectantly.

Next, Victoria repeated the action, but with the head of her dick. Max’s tongue flicked out, tasting her, teasing her.

Victoria groaned, her self control all but vanishing. 

She pushed her cock against Max’s lips, who opened up eagerly for her, letting Victoria push the head and the first couple of inches of her length into her mouth.

“Are you sure?” Victoria repeated.

Max nodded. 

Gently, Victoria gripped the back of her lover’s head, and began to move. If possible, Max’s mouth felt even softer, even warmer than before as she thrust her cock into Max’s mouth.

“Fuck…” Victoria whispered, and drew back slightly, before pushing in further.

Max, to her credit, showed no signs of discomfort at taking several inches of the hard shaft into her mouth, but then again, Victoria already knew Max could take her entire length with no problem at all.

With this in mind, Victoria let herself increase the pace, slowly thrusting faster, and deeper, using Max’s mouth as she saw fit.

Max took it all, somehow managing to gaze lovingly up at Victoria as her girlfriend fucked her mouth. 

“Oh god, Max!” Victoria screwed her eyes shut, thrusting as fast as she dared. “I’m so close… !”

On the next thrust, Max drove her head forward, taking Victoria down to the base once more. Victoria let out a strangled cry, drew back, and with one final thrust, came explosively. Her cock pulsed, sending jet after jet of thick cum down Max’s throat.

Max swallowed it all, without a single hint of protest. 

“Fuuuuuck.” Victoria groaned, long and low. Slowly, she withdrew from Max’s mouth. Her cock twitched, leaving a couple of drops of cum on Max’s lips, who made a show of looking up at Victoria and lapping the two drops up.

“How’s that for a reward?” Max smirked. Before Victoria could answer, she rose to her feet and drew her into a kiss.

“I’m thinking,” Victoria stated once they parted, “I should bring you breakfast in bed way more often if bacon pancakes get me a blowjob.”

“Well, I kinda wanted to do it anyway after last night, but that doesn’t sound like a bad deal to me.” Max waggled her eyebrows.

“Food in exchange for sexy things.” Victoria mused as Max reached over to grab the soap. “I like it.”

She stepped out of the shower, leaving Max space to wash herself. A thought struck her as she towelled her hair off. 

“Wait, if I bring you something like waffles, what does that get me?”

Max turned, and gave her a sly wink, along with a lopsided grin. 

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

Chapter Text

Competitive Positioning

If relationships were live, sentient beings, Victoria reflected, they would most likely be creatures of habit.

Habit, in the sense that certain circumstances would often repeat themselves. 

In a literal rather than metaphorical sense, this translated into Max virtually crashing into their bedroom at the unusually late time of three in the morning, yanking off her pants and sweater, and bodily throwing herself into the bed, like a Max-shaped mattress-seeking missile.

Victoria sympathised. She really did. Max’s work ethic was downright admirable, but the frequent late nights did unfortunately take their toll on the photographer.

What Victoria didn’t sympathise with was Max’s comet-like arrival into their shared bed waking her up. Specifically, waking her up from an intense, almost lucid dream where Max had been riding her cock with impressive enthusiasm.

It wasn’t even the first smutty dream she’d had of Max that week - Max’s schedule had been so jam packed for the last couple of weeks or so that, unfortunately, she’d barely had time for Victoria outside of going to bed and waking up with her. 

For a person with a sex drive as high as hers, this meant an ever increasing build-up of Horny Victoria. Sure, she could probably just jerk off to relieve some of the pressure - and in fact, Max had encouraged her to - but something kept stopping her: possibly the hope that, when Max’s workload lessened, she’d take the first chance to push Victoria down on the closest horizontal surface and fuck her senseless.

A frustrated sigh emanated from the tiny hipster, distracting Victoria from the lingering traces of her dream.

“Max?” Victoria whispered as her partner settled further into the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Came the exhausted sounding answer. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Victoria stroked Max’s cheek.

Max smiled, and laid her hand over Victoria’s.

“Was it at least good sleep before I interrupted it?”

Victoria hesitated. Should she tell her?

“I … yeah. It was. I was dreaming.”

“Good dream?” Max’s eyes were slowly closing.

“You could say that. It was about you.”

“Mm?” Max sounded interested, but still exhausted.

“We were fucking. You were on top, and doing that rolly thing with your hips that I like.” Victoria confessed. 

“Oh.” 

It was a single sound, but Victoria couldn’t help but notice Max sounded at least a little guilty. She sighed, more at herself than her partner. 

“No, don’t do that.” She looped an arm around Max and drew her closer. “Don’t sound like you think it’s your fault.”

“But we haven’t -”

“I know. It’s okay. We’ve gone way longer without sex before.” Victoria pointed out.

“Yeah, but-”

“It’ll happen when it happens.” Victoria insisted. “I’m not gonna push you if you’re exhausted, no matter how many, uh, problems I have.”

“Problems?”

In response, Victoria took Max’s hand in hers. “Can I show you?”

“Of course.”

Victoria guided Max’s hand down her body, to where she was sporting an impressively hard erection.

“Oh. That kind of problem.”

“Mhm.” Victoria bit her lip, trying her hardest not to push her cock into Max’s hand.

“I’ll sound like a shitty person, but I’m too tired, Vee.” 

“I know, and you’re not a shitty person for being too tired to get me off.” Victoria assured her.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you, and how amazing you are?” Max replied.

Victoria smiled. Max always knew just what to say.

“Flatterer.”

“It's not flattery if it's true.” Max planted a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose, then made to turn onto her side, facing away from Victoria. 

Victoria gritted her teeth as Max’s hand left her length, though that wasn’t enough to stop a sharp intake of breath.

“Vee?” Came Max's voice.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want you to hold yourself back.”

“What?” 

“Here -” 

To Victoria’s surprise, Max pulled her underwear partially down, exposing her ass.

“- I want you to get yourself off. I’m too tired to help, so I want you to jerk off.” 

Victoria blinked several times in quick succession. “Are you sure? I don’t-”

“Vee, I want you to let yourself cum. Please. You deserve it.”

Victoria exhaled, and silently gave herself permission. “Okay, but, I can go somewhere else, you need to sleep and-”

Max craned her head back to look her partner in the eye. “You’re staying here. Why do you think I did this?” She placed Victoria’s hand on the naked flesh of her butt. 

“Uh?”

“So you have something to finish on.”

“Oh.” At Max’s words, Victoria’s cock pulsed. Hard.

Max noticed.

“I think some part of you definitely wants that.” She teased. “Do you want that?”

“Yeah.” Victoria breathed.

“Well, go on. I’m waiting.” Max shifted her panties a little further downwards, exposing a few more inches of pale skin.

Hungrily, Victoria flipped onto her side, pulling Max up against her and pushing her cock against Max’s butt.

“Mm.” Max made a small, satisfied noise, content that Victoria had finally given in.

Victoria wasted no time, pushing a hand down between them and slipping her cock free of her boxers. 

“You feel hot .” Max breathed, feeling the hard, throbbing length resting against her backside.

Victoria groaned and, unable to take it any longer, grabbed hold of Max’s ass.

Then, she began thrusting. 

“Fuck…” Victoria moaned, grinding her cock against soft, warm flesh. 

“Feel good?” Max asked.

Victoria let the motion of her hips do the talking. On any other occasion, simply dry humping Max wouldn’t have been enough to get her off, but with how much she had been holding herself back the past couple of weeks, even the smallest amount of pleasure was enough to drive her wild. 

Her moans gathered in intensity as her hips followed suit. She felt Max pushing back, making sure Victoria’s cock had as much contact with her ass as possible. Precum began to leak from the tip, turning the grind into a smooth glide.

Victoria clenched her jaw. She could already tell she wasn’t going to last long.

Apparently, Max could also tell, as she lifted her shirt up enough to expose her breasts, and also most of her back.

“A little something extra for you.” She explained.

Victoria mewled, too far gone for words. With one hand, she grabbed a breast, feeling Max’s comforting heartbeat under warm, familiar flesh. With her other hand, she reached down and took hold of her cock, pumping furiously. 

A slick, wet sound filled the room as she masturbated, drawing closer to a much needed orgasm with every passing second.

“You’re close.” Max breathed. It was a statement, not a question. 

“Y-yeah.” Victoria gripped herself harder, stroking her dick in short, hard jerks.

“You know what I want.” Max intoned, her voice low and husky. “You know where I want you to cum.”

“I -” Victoria tried to say, but it was too late. With a cry, she thrust herself up against Max as much as possible, and with a final few strokes of her hand, let herself go.

Her entire body went rigid as she came, with one large spurt splashing on Max’s ass, and a few smaller shots landing on the closest cheek.

“Max…” Victoria groaned as the last few aftershocks subsided, and her orgasm wound down. She slumped onto her back, her cock twitching even as it slowly softened.

“Feeling better?” Max prompted.

“...Yeah.” Victoria responded, albeit a good few seconds after Max spoke.

“Good.” Max reached over to the bedside table, where a pack of tissues rested for just such occasions. She wiped herself off, then turned to face her partner, swinging a leg over Victoria’s hips.

“Love you.” Victoria murmured, her consciousness rapidly fading.

“Love you too.” Max responded in kind.

Not even a minute later, both women were fast asleep, entangled in each others’ embrace.

Victoria yawned, and took another sip of coffee. She squinted at her laptop screen. Something about the colour grading of one of her most recent photos wasn't quite right. Was it the saturation levels? No, maybe it was the contrast… 

She tutted, and opened a drop down panel filled with sliders. She adjusted a few of them, then checked the overall colour curve. The picture looked a little better, but not by much. 

Victoria scowled. Maybe getting up at her usual, possibly-too-early time had been a mistake. When her alarm had gone off - she kept it on vibrate, under her pillow so that it wouldn't wake Max - she'd quietly slipped out of bed, leaving her snoring partner behind, gone for her customary run, then, once she'd showered upon her return (regrettably, without Max), brewed some coffee and settled herself into their communal office. 

And all that before eight am. 

She rubbed her temple, trying to massage some of the frustration away. Max would be able to help her, as she had a natural eye for colour grading, but she probably wouldn't be up for at least another hour, maybe even two. 

Victoria grumbled to herself, got up, and went to make some breakfast - though she made sure to make enough for Max when she did get up. 

True to her estimate, Max didn’t make an appearance for another hour and a half. Victoria heard her shuffle down the stairs and make her way into the kitchen, where, a few seconds later, she made a happy, surprised noise as she discovered the bacon and eggs Victoria had left for her. 

Victoria smiled to herself as the sounds of bacon being devoured emanated from the kitchen, and got back to work.

A few minutes later, Max made her appearance.

“‘Morning, Vee. Thanks for breakfast.”

Victoria didn’t even have to look up to know Max was smiling.

“Morning, and you’re welcome.” Victoria greeted her girlfriend.

She looked up from the laptop screen, and automatically raised an eyebrow. 

Max was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and hips canted to one side.

She also hadn’t yet deigned to put on pants. In fact, she hadn’t bothered to get dressed at all, and was still only wearing a loose, baggy T-shirt, and panties. Although, Victoria couldn’t fail to notice that Max was wearing different underwear. A sheer, high cut pair of panties that automatically drew her eye in.

“Wow.” Victoria breathed.

“Oh these?” Max made a show of pretending to be nonchalant. “They just might be a little somethin’ special for the girl I like, to show her how much I appreciate her.”

Victoria audibly swallowed.

“In fact.” Max sauntered over to the desk, where she gently placed Victoria’s laptop aside, and proceeded to climb onto the desk, approaching Victoria on all fours. “I might be feeling very appreciative.”

“Y-you are?”

“Mhm.” Max slid off the desk, and placed her hands on Victoria’s thighs. “I might wanna show her exactly how appreciative I am, right here, right now.”

Victoria felt herself hardening, something Max, again, picked right up on. With a smirk, the tiny hipster swung one leg over Victoria’s hips, and then the other, firmly straddling her and ensuring Victoria’s length was pressed tightly between her legs.

Victoria’s face burned red. “I - I have work.”

“So do I. It can wait.”

“But-”

Max fixed her with a look. “If you don’t want this, I’ll stop. Just say one word and we can have a nice, normal day. But if you do want this, want me , I’m yours.”

“I - I want you.”

Max smiled a dangerous, predatory smile. “Good.”

Her hands went to Victoria’s shirt, and began undoing the buttons, exposing a black, form-fitting bra which, luckily for Max, had a front clasp.

Max promptly undid it, and once it was out of the way, cupped Victoria’s breasts, rolling her nipples between deft, dainty fingers.

Victoria closed her eyes as her breath quickened, and quickened some more as she felt Max’s lips on her neck, kissing delicately downwards towards her chest. Once she was there, Max took a nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and gently nibbling with her teeth, drawing a low gasp and an arching of the chest from her lover. Max inwardly smirked, and repeated the action on the other nipple.

“Max…” Victoria breathed.

To continue her journey downwards, Max unfortunately had to shift from Victoria’s lap - who vocally expressed her disappointment. However, when Max got down on her knees and forced Victoria’s legs apart, the disappointment immediately vanished as she realised what Max was about to do.

Max undid the button on her pants, then slowly pulled the zipper down, smirking up at Victoria the entire time. Then, when Victoria’s length was partly free, only held back by the soft fabric of her underwear, Max firmly grasped it.

Victoria immediately bucked her hips into Max’s hand, and let out a choked moan.

“Do you want me?” Max repeated. “Do you want my mouth on your cock?”

Frantically, Victoria nodded.

“Say it.”

“I - I want your mouth. I want you to - to…”

“You want me to what?” Max squeezed, firmly.

“I want you to suck my dick!” Victoria gasped.

“Good girl.” With that, Max pulled the hem of Victoria’s underwear down, freeing the impressively hard length.

Victoria hissed as the air hit her newly exposed cock. A hiss that turned into a shout when Max leaned forward and took the engorged head into her mouth.

“Fuck!” Victoria gasped as Max began to move up and down, her lips sealed tightly around the shaft and her tongue expertly flicking across the sensitive head.

Victoria found herself feeling extremely thankful that she’d cum the night before, otherwise she would have inevitably released herself in Max’s mouth, right then and there. Even so, Max still knew exactly how to pleasure her, and soon enough Victoria was moaning liberally, and struggling not to thrust her hips forwards as Max blew her.

Max hummed, knowing it would produce a reaction from her lover. She was right: Victoria let her head fall back and screwed her eyes tightly shut. Her hips shifted, affording Max a slightly deeper angle. She seized the opportunity, and took the entire length of Victoria’s cock down her throat, until she reached the base.

“Max!” Victoria screamed.

Then, just as she felt her orgasm beginning to build, Max let her cock go with an audible pop , and stood up.

“Wh- what…” Victoria managed to mumble, already missing the warmth of Max’s mouth.

Max fixed her with a grin that was almost sadistic.

“We’re gonna play a game.” She crooned. She took a step back, and pulled down her panties.

Victoria’s eyes widened.

Max climbed back onto Victoria’s lap, the smirk never leaving her face.

Victoria hissed as she felt wet heat brush her length.

“The rules of the game go like so:” Max explained, “I’m gonna use you as my own personal grinding toy to get myself off with, while you, my love, have to sit there. No moving. And the fun part is, we’re gonna see who finishes first. If you cum first, we stop right there, and I’ll go finish myself off with one of my toys. However, if I cum before you do, you get to bend me over the desk and fuck me into next week. Sound good?”

“Buuuh.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Max whispered, and thrust herself against Victoria.

Simultaneously, both of them moaned.

An even start.

Max set the pace, moving herself slowly against Victoria’s cock, letting the rigid length and thick head slide through her outer lips, with the head brushing ever so slightly over her clit.

“Vee…” She breathed.

Victoria bit her lip, almost breaking the skin. After the blowjob, she was at a decided disadvantage, unless Max was significantly more aroused than she was letting on.

“I love you.” Max continued, her breath ghosting over Victoria’s ear. It was steadily becoming more ragged as Max continued to grind against her.

Was it just Victoria’s imagination, or were Max’s hip rolls getting quicker? She tried an experimental thrust, drawing a surprised squeal out of her girlfriend.

“That’s … against … the rules!” Max forced out. “No … moving!”

With a concentrated effort of will, Victoria held herself back. Now she knew Max actually was further towards an orgasm than she had outwardly appeared to be.

However, Victoria wasn’t that far off herself. Max felt amazing, even though her cock was only sliding through Max’s hot, wet folds, and not actually inside her partner. Desperately, Victoria tried thinking of anything that would help stave off cumming too early: sharks, climate change, how much work she’d have to catch up on…

She really wanted to win.

“Vee!” Max’s voice, much higher and much more strained than it had been a minute ago, punctured through her thoughts. Max increased the pace drastically, rubbing herself against Victoria’s dick with as much force as she could muster.

Inwardly, Victoria let herself hope. She held herself as still as possible, letting Max use her as she pleased.

A few more thrusts, and Max’s movements became more erratic, almost uncontrolled. She flung her arms around Victoria’s neck, squeezing her tightly as she fucked herself.

Suddenly, Max’s thrusts changed into short, sharp jerks, around once every second.

“Fuck!” Max screamed.

Even as Victoria felt Max’s thighs shudder and her orgasm hit, Max scrambled to reach down between them, grabbed Victoria’s cock, and guided her swiftly inside. 

Victoria gasped, more out of shock than anything else. Max’s inner walls immediately squeezed her with delicious pressure, almost enough to force Victoria back out entirely, but Max doubled down, slamming her hips down onto Victoria, seemingly in an effort to prolong her orgasm as much as possible.

Recognising what she was doing, Victoria, as a good and loving partner, decided to help. She grasped Max’s hips, and thrust into her, revelling in the way her lover flung her head back and matched Victoria’s pace.

It didn’t last long. After only a few seconds of thrusting, Max stilled herself, and collapsed onto Victoria’s shoulder.

“Holy shit.” Max breathed when she’d gotten her breath back. “That was so fucking good.”

“You kinda surprised me at the end there.” Victoria noted, though now that they had a little bit of breathing room, she was inwardly ecstatic at winning.

Max looked down towards where they were still connected. “It was a spur of the moment thing. I just needed you. Though I should’ve asked, sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was hot.” Victoria tilted her head upwards and kissed her. “Now, I do believe I won this little competition of ours?” She crowed, a little of the old Chase pride entering her voice.

Her partner grinned. “You did. Though for a moment there I was convinced you weren’t gonna make it.”

“What?!” Victoria protested, though she still marvelled at just how well Max knew her. “There was no such thing. Definitely not.”

“I don’t believe you.” Max shot back.

“Well, you should.”

“Nah.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Max reached down and threaded her fingers through the back of Victoria’s hair, dragging her head back.

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.” She teased, with a roll of her hips for emphasis.

Victoria’s eyes narrowed. In a sudden display of strength, she stood, bringing Max with her, who yelped in surprise.

Wasting no time, Victoria deposited Max on the desk, pulled out, and flipped Max over so her front was pressed up against the desk, and her ass was facing Victoria.

“I believe your exact words were ‘bend me over the desk and fuck me into next week’ .” Victoria growled.

Max shivered. “Please do.”

Needing no more permission, Victoria took her cock, lined herself up with Max’s sopping wet entrance, and entered her in one smooth stroke..

Max groaned, moving herself back to meet Victoria’s hips, causing her to bottom out inside her. 

“That feels fucking amazing .” She exclaimed as Victoria filled her.

“Likewise.” Victoria panted, relishing the way Max felt around her length. She traced her fingers down Max’s back, making the smaller woman twitch and her breath come in staccato bursts, before she placed her hands firmly on Max’s hips.

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

The first thrust was slow, and controlled: a deliberate exploration of pleasure and sensations.

“More!” Max demanded.

The second thrust was a little less controlled. The third, even less so. By the sixth, instinct began to take over, and Victoria’s grip on Max’s hips tightened as she increased the pace.

“That’s it!” Max groaned, closing her eyes as Victoria took her. “Harder!”

Victoria obeyed, slamming her hips forward, producing a loud smack as they collided with Max’s ass, and even shunted the desk forward by an inch or two.

“Fuck!” Max shouted. “Keep going!” She roughly shoved a hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

“Why would. I want. To do that?” Victoria gritted her teeth. Sweat began to bead on her brow as she maintained the vigorous, enthusiastic pace.

Max didn’t respond, instead choosing to surrender to the rhythm of her lover’s thrusts and the sensations bursting within her. A second orgasm wasn’t far off, and if Victoria kept going, kept fucking her exactly as she was, Max would-

“Max!” Victoria cried. Her rhythm was becoming irregular, becoming desperate, heading to one inevitable destination.

“Not yet!” Max begged, even as the force of Victoria’s thrusts sent shockwaves rippling across her ass, and grasp dug into Max’s hips. “I’m close, I’m so close, Vee. Please!”

Victoria whined, high and desperate, but pulled back, ever so slightly.

To Max’s literal relief, it was enough. After a few more thrusts, and some frantic clit-rubbing, her muscles stiffened, and her orgasm hit her with the force of a category five hurricane. It was so powerful she couldn't even make a single sound, though her face contorted into something between agony and ecstasy. 

For Victoria, the most immediate sensation was Max's inner walls squeezing her cock so hard she was forced entirely out of her partner. She let out a single, wordless exclamation, and collapsed back into her chair. 

For a good minute, neither of them moved, and the only sound filling the room was their harsh, heavy breathing. 

Eventually, and not without effort, Max pushed herself off the desk and turned to face her partner. 

"Holy shit." Max breathed. “That was intense as fuck. Literally.”

She looked up at Victoria, who was still slumped in her chair, breathing hard.

“Vee, are you good?”

Victoria made a vague flailing motion.

“Did you cum?”

Victoria shook her head.

“Okay that’s just not right.” Max observed.

“Tell that … to your vagina.” Victoria panted. “You came so hard it forced me out.”

“I mean,” Max grinned, “That’s kind of a compliment to how well you fuck.”

Victoria glared at her.

“Okay, okay. Not the time. My bad.” Max apologised. She ran her fingers up Victoria’s thigh, before lightly taking hold of Victoria’s still-hard shaft and giving it a lazy stroke. “Any way I can make it up to you, my dearest?”

Victoria was about to say that a handjob would probably do the trick, but in the instant before she opened her mouth, her dream from the night before flashed through her mind.

“You. On top. I want you to ride me.” She answered.

Max’s resulting expression was positively scandalous. “I like the sound of that.” She crooned.

“Here,” she patted the desk, “Lie down.”

Victoria levered herself out of the chair, and somewhat clumsily, clambered onto the desk. Max followed suit, straddling Victoria’s hips. She reached down, taking hold of the length, and after taking a second or two to line Victoria up properly, slowly sank down onto her girlfriend’s cock.

Victoria let out a satisfactory sigh as the head pushed past Max’s entrance, which quickly turned into a full-on groan as Max took every inch of Victoria inside her.

“Can you move?” Victoria requested.

“Of course.” Max laid a hand on Victoria’s chest, and gently pushed her down so she was lying flat on the desk. “Just leave it all to me.” She reared back, and removed her shirt, baring her entire body for her lover’s eager gaze.

She rolled her hips, drawing a gasp from her girlfriend.

“Faster.” Victoria immediately demanded.

“As you wish.” Max leaned back, supporting herself on Victoria’s thighs, and began moving; half grinding, half rolling her hips into Victoria’s cock. 

Victoria moaned, closing her eyes in order to focus more fully on the sensations. Every time Max moved her hips back, it had the effect of squeezing Victoria’s head in the most exquisite manner, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the already amazing things Max was doing to her.

“Right there, keep going.” She pleaded. She wanted Max to get her off, but at the same time, she was having to fight her instincts to draw Max in, wrap her arms around her and take her as hard as she could.

“Good?” Max gasped, increasing her pace.

“Fuck yeah.” Victoria responded. She opened her eyes, and looked down, fascinated by the undulating motion of Max’s stomach and hips, the red flush between Max’s breasts, as well as her shaft spreading Max open; a sight she found intensely erotic.

“How’s the view?” Max teased.

“Incredible.” 

Even though they were connected in the most intimate way possible, Max still looked away, blushing. Though, she was smiling through the blush, and the smile was so beatific, so purely joyous, that Victoria felt like she could have fallen in love with Max all over again.

On the next roll of Max’s hips, Victoria felt it: a deep-seated need that rushed through her like wildfire, stoking her pleasure centres into a frenzy and turning her capacity for rational thought into a near-impossibility.

“Max!” She cried, unable to stop herself from thrusting upwards to drive herself as deep as possible.

“Are you close?” 

Victoria desperately nodded.

“Where do you wanna cum?” Max leaned downwards to murmur her question into Victoria’s ear. “You can finish inside me, or on my tits, or I can take you into my mouth and swallow… wherever you wanna do it, you can. I just want you to cum, Vee, please.”

“Inside!” Victoria gasped, more out of practicality than anything else. She was so close to finishing that any other option would result in her spilling her release onto herself.

Max nodded. “Cum inside me, Vee. It’s okay. I want you to do it.”

Victoria let out a choked whine and gripped Max’s ass, driving her up and down as she simultaneously slammed her cock into Max as fast and deep as possible.

“Max!” She screamed one final time, and felt herself explode. Her cock pulsed, and pulsed hard, releasing into Max as a mind-obliterating orgasm washed over her.

“Max…” She repeated, like a mantra, while she thrust into Max again and again as the orgasm peaked, descended into aftershocks, then faded altogether, leaving them coated in sweat, out of breath, and feeling utterly spent.

“Wow…” Victoria mumbled, after what could have been a thousand years.

“Yeah, wow.” Max echoed her. She sat up, accidentally grinding against Victoria, who exclaimed at the sudden movement.

“Sensitive!” Victoria pointed out.

“My bad,” Max acceded. She pulled off of Victoria, whose length fell back onto her stomach with an audible thap . 

“You got a tissue anywhere?” Max asked, holding a hand over her crotch. “I don’t wanna get cum all over your desk. Or you.”

“I don’t think so, sorry.”

Max sighed, grabbed her discarded shirt, and used it to clean herself up. “We needed to do laundry anyway.” She pointed out.

“But seriously, that was easily a top ten performance.” Max continued. “You were incredible. Like, sure, I love it when we have super intimate, cozy sex. But at the same time, sometimes a girl just wants to be railed against a desk, y’know?”

“And sometimes a girl wants to be ridden on said desk.” Victoria grinned.

“Also very true.” Max grinned back. “Now, you’re sweaty, I’m sweaty, how about we go shower, then go for brunch somewhere?”

“What about work? We’ve both got stuff to do.”

Max smiled, and clasped Victoria’s hand.

“If it means spending more time with you, it can wait.”

All-in-all, Victoria supposed that didn’t sound too bad…

"Bad End"

With a concentrated effort of will, Victoria held herself back. Now she knew Max actually was further towards an orgasm than she had outwardly appeared to be.

However, Victoria wasn’t that far off herself. Max felt amazing, even though her cock was only sliding through Max’s hot, wet folds, and not actually inside her partner. Desperately, Victoria tried thinking of anything that would help stave off cumming too early: sharks, climate change, how much work she’d have to catch up on…

Unfortunately, Max’s movements were too much, and Victoria was too far gone.

“I’m-!” She managed to say, before she gasped, grabbed Max’s ass, and felt her cock pulse as she came. Her release spurted out from the head, landing on Max’s labia and thighs, with some of it reaching Victoria’s abdomen.

Max ceased all movements, unable to stop herself from giggling. “I guess I won.” She noted, and ran a finger through the cum adorning her lower body. 

“I … fuck.” Victoria capitulated.

“Sorry, rules are rules.” Max teased her. “Unfortunately, you’re gonna have to miss out on this… ” She took Victoria’s cock, and pushed the head a couple of inches past her entrance.

Victoria hissed, wanting more, but before she could do or say anything, Max pulled away and dismounted.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and finish myself off.” Max declared. “You are gonna stay down here. But, if I don’t hear any complaints, I might just take some photos you can use as … ‘inspiration’ later.”

With a final smirk, Max sauntered away, removing her shirt as she exited the office.

Victoria could only watch as Max, completely naked, simply left her there, feeling dissatisfied, and with a sticky mess to deal with.

Not even a minute later, her phone pinged with an incoming message. 

It was from Max, because of course it was. 

Victoria gritted her teeth as she saw what it contained: a selfie, taken from a high angle, displaying a grinning Max, still nude, with a vibrator between her legs.

She narrowed her eyes. 

She’d just have to get Max back.

Chapter Text

Overcoming

Part I

A year or so previously… 

"Babe, can you hand me more garlic? I'm not sure this is enough." Victoria reached out behind her, frowning at the small pile of crushed and diced garlic on the chopping board in front of her. 

A few seconds later, the requested herb was deposited into her waiting palm. 

"Thanks." She took the garlic, and with the flat of her knife, crushed it, before discarding the outer skin and cutting the innards into finely chopped chunks. 

"Much better." Victoria declared, approving over the now much larger pile of garlic. She turned to Max, who had returned to her sitting position at the kitchen table. 

Max was smiling, in the lopsided, half-grinning fashion that indicated something was terribly amusing. 

"What?" Victoria asked. 

The grin widened. "Nothing." Max lied. 

"Come on, quit teasing me, Caulfield."

"I mean," Max gestured to the entirety of Victoria and her current activity, "Do I really need to spell it out?" 

Victoria looked down at herself, then back at Max. "I don't - what?" 

This time, Max outright laughed, throwing her head back in the way she did whenever she found something truly hilarious. Victoria would have joined her - had it not been for her utter confusion. Max's laughs were infectious like that. 

"Okay but seriously, what's funny?" Victoria repeated when Max's giggles abated. 

Again, Max gestured to all of her. "It's just. You're wearing a blouse and a big flowy skirt, with an apron on top. That and you're literally making a cottage pie. Vee, I love you, but you couldn't look more like a cottagecore lesbian stereotype if you tried."

Victoria pouted. "I am not a cottagecore lesbian!" She exclaimed in mock indignity. 

Max shrugged. "If you aren't, as you so dubiously claim, you're totally fitting the aesthetic."

"Am not." 

Max smirked and sprung lightly out of her chair. She approached Victoria, hands clasped mischievously behind her back. When she reached her, she drew Victoria into an embrace.

Victoria looked down suspiciously. 

"Cottage." Max walked her fingers along Victoria's collarbone. 

"Core." She tapped her lips. 

"Lesbian." Finally, Max booped her nose. 

"I have a knife." Victoria waggled said knife in a vaguely threatening manner. 

Max grinned again. "Hey, if the big flowy skirt fits."

"It does not!" Victoria protested. 

"Really?" Max's grin turned unmistakably flirtatious. "If it doesn't fit, maybe you should take it off." 

"I -" Victoria began, before her brain encountered an executive error and promptly bluescreened. 

"And if you're taking it off, maybe I should help you." Max leaned up and gently kissed her way along Victoria's jawline. 

Victoria's brain resorted to flashing the BIOS, and performed a total reboot. 

She tried to make a noise, but was cut off by Max’s lips, which had made their way along her jaw and claimed her own. As always, they were soft, warm, and inviting, and in no time at all Victoria found herself melting into the kiss.

Max pushed further, gently driving Victoria up against the kitchen counter. The kiss grew hungrier, a little more fervent. Unconsciously, Victoria put down the knife she was somehow still holding and cupped Max’s face with her now free hands.

Taking that as an invitation, Max’s hands encircled her waist, quickly untying the apron’s lower straps. Max then moved to take it off by dragging the upper strap over Victoria’s head. Unfortunately, that broke the kiss, as it needed to pass between them to fully remove it. The two women separated, only for a few seconds, enough to look each other in the eye and for Max to ask silent permission to take things further, but only if Victoria should want it.

All it took was a tiny nod on Victoria’s part, and Max’s lips were back on hers, now ferocious in their intensity. Her hands roamed Victoria’s body, trying to touch everywhere at once, before settling on the clasp of the skirt. One deft twist later and the button was undone, with the small zip following swiftly after. Victoria shifted her hips, allowing the skirt to billow to the floor, leaving her lower half in naught but black, figure hugging underwear. 

Max wasted no time, immediately gripping Victoria’s ass - and drawing a small yelp out of the taller woman when she squeezed enthusiastically.

The combination of Max’s touch, her lips, and her body pressed flush against Victoria were more than enough to draw a literal rise out of her. She felt herself hardening, and instinctively pushed the rigid length against Max's stomach. 

Max giggled. "Can I?" Her fingers were already tracing the waistband of Victoria's underwear. 

"Only if I get to touch you, too." 

"Of course. I'm yours, always." Max breathed. Hurriedly, she undid her slacks, and together with her panties, pulled them entirely off. 

Victoria barely had time to appreciate the sight of Max, naked from the waist down, before her partner had taken her hand and guided it into her outer lips, already slick with moisture. Eagerly, Victoria parted them, seeking and finding Max's clit even as the smaller photographer slid her hand into Victoria's boxers and took hold of the hard length of her cock. 

Simultaneously, the two women expressed their mutual pleasure: Max hissed as Victoria's nimble fingers rubbed wonderful, tight little circles around her clit, while Victoria let out a low groan as Max began leisurely pumping her shaft, her fingers bumping up underneath the ridge of the thick head. 

“Fuck, Max.” Victoria groaned as her partner’s grip increased, her strokes becoming quicker and harder. In reciprocation, Victoria renewed the pressure on Max’s clit, determined to bring her as much pleasure as she herself was experiencing. 

“Vee!” Max moaned, shifting her hips to afford Victoria a slightly better angle, and delighting in the increased pleasure it brought her. Emboldened, she let go of Victoria’s cock for a brief moment in order to lick her fingers, coating them in saliva. Then, she resumed stroking the hard length, only this time her fingers were able to glide smoothly over the hot flesh, producing a slick, wet sound from each and every stroke.

Victoria gasped, and looked down to where Max was now pumping her cock with commendable enthusiasm. Her touch was nothing less than amazing - as always - and Victoria found herself having a hard time keeping even a vague amount of her attention on pleasuring Max, and not just giving in to Max's hand. 

Out of a combination of desperation and wanting to keep a small amount of control over the situation, Victoria slid her middle finger through Max's folds, and when she found her entrance, pushed gently inside. 

This time, it was Max's turn to gasp. Automatically, she bucked her hips into Victoria's touch, seeking more. 

"Not fair!" She moaned. "You keep doing that - fuck - and I'm gonna cum, and then I'll probably fall on my ass and it'll be your fault."

Victoria grinned. Even though Max's claim was legitimate - her legs did have a habit of giving out when she came - the actions of her hips indicated she wanted Victoria to keep going. 

"Maybe I want you to fall on your ass." She teased. 

"You… wouldn't… dare!" Max panted, having been reduced to forcing words out between moans. 

"You're right, I wouldn't." Victoria admitted, and pulled her hand entirely away. 

Max immediately glared daggers at her. 

"Bedroom?" Victoria suggested before her small, angry-looking partner could say anything. 

"Bedroom." Max nodded. 

The two giggling, rampantly horny women left a trail of clothes as they ran up the stairs: two sets of bras, Victoria's blouse and underwear, and Max's T-shirt. 

Entirely nude, they somehow managed to barge the bedroom door open while wrapped in each other's embrace. After several clumsy, tottering steps, the back of Max's legs hit the edge of the bed, and the two of them toppled onto the mattress. 

Max, naturally, ended up underneath, with Victoria landing between her open legs. As an inevitable consequence, her cock brushed against the wet, slick heat that had been enjoying the ministrations of Victoria's fingers only a few moments previously. 

Victoria's breath caught in her throat, and she inadvertently froze. While her and Max had been intimate plenty of times before - she couldn't even count the number of times they'd gotten each other off using hands, mouths and toys - they hadn't yet crossed the threshold into attempting penetrative sex. At least, not with Victoria's biological cock. When Max, in her words, wanted to 'fuck so hard I can't walk' they usually defaulted to a strapon worn over a pair of genderless fit boxers, specially designed to accommodate a strapon fixed to the front. 

Victoria knew it was something she wanted to get past, and Sappho knew Max had been amazingly supportive and hadn't asked any questions, or tried to push her out of her comfort zone before she was ready, but now, with her cock pressed firmly against Max's vulva, her horny lizard brain attempted to push away and stamp down the other parts telling her she should pull back and do something, anything else to get herself and Max off, and insisted that, if Max consented, she should give in to her instincts and bury herself inside her lover. 

“Vee? Are you okay?” Max’s voice managed to break through her sudden storm of thoughts.

Her partner had, of course, felt Victoria’s hesitation.

“It’s nothing.” Victoria lied. As a distraction, both for herself and Max, she leaned in and kissed Max’s neck, while shifting her cock away from Max’s entrance and moving to replace it with her hand.

What she didn’t expect was for Max to grab her wrist, stopping her.

“Vee, it’s okay.” Max gently pushed Victoria away from her throat. Their eyes met, and Victoria found Max was giving her the most reassuring smile she could muster.

“I love you,” Max continued, “and I want you. And if you want to take me, you can.” She finished with what she thought was a comforting stroke of Victoria’s cock.

“I -” Victoria began, before the two competing parts of her brain forced her to slam her mouth shut. “I don’t … if you want to do that can we … can we just get the strapon?”

“If you really want to, we can, but…” Max pulled away and sat up. “C’mere.” She patted her lap.

Victoria tentatively lay down next to her, placing her head in the proffered space. Max began lightly stroking her hair, seeking to calm her partner down with touch, but not enough to trigger any further anxiety.

“Do you feel up to talking?” Max asked after a few moments.

“Maybe?” Victoria answered, evidently still unsure.

“Is it a problem with me?” Max gently prompted.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s … I don’t know, it’s maybe hard to explain.” Victoria said, her brows knitting together in the beginning of a frown.

“Can you try? Like, are you worried you’d hurt me? Because if that’s the case, you absolutely won’t. You know how much I can take with the strappy.” Max smiled.

Victoria shook her head. “I know that, it’s just… I do like using the strapon, and…”

She sighed, cutting herself off. “Fuck.” 

“Hey,” Max cupped her cheek, “it’s okay. I promise. There’s nothing you could say that would make me love you less or make me judge you, in any way. You’re in a safe space with me, always.”

Victoria took a deep breath, taking Max’s words in and truly trying to take them to heart. 

“It’s just, using a strapon is something a ton of lesbians do.” She began,

“Yup.” Max agreed.

Victoria grimaced. “God, this is gonna sound so fucking stupid.”

“No, it won’t.” Max reassured her. “You’ve got this.”

“... I guess, in the back of my head, I’m worried that if we have sex using my …. with-”

“With your dick?” Max finished when Victoria hesitated.

“Yeah.” Victoria nodded. “I’m scared that, since it’s a dick and it’ll be going inside you, and you’re a cis woman, you’ll feel too much like you’re having cis-het sex.”

Max blinked, taking a moment to process her thoughts. “Wait, so your worry, and please correct me if I’m not getting this right, is that if we fuck using our own set of genitals and not the strapon, you’re scared it won’t feel like queer enough sex for me as a gay woman?”

Victoria nodded, looking away as her cheeks flushed red.

“Victoria…” Max brushed her thumb along her partner’s lips. “I promise you, I wouldn’t feel anything like that. You are a lesbian. I am a lesbian. Therefore, anything we do together is hella fucking gay. Anything. And that includes making love with you no matter what set of toys or genitals we’re using.”

Victoria took another breath. Max’s words had truly helped, yet a part of her still felt anxious.

“And you … you don’t think I’m weird for worrying about it?” She ventured.

“Babe. Hella no.” Max smiled down at her. “If anything, the truly weird thing is our dumbass fuckin’ patriarchal society conditioning everyone , no matter how straight or queer, into thinking that a cock going into a vag is ‘straight’ or ‘the default’, or whatever other bullshit untrue thing.”

Victoria laughed, she couldn’t help it. “You have such a way with words.”

“Damn right.” Max grinned. 

At that moment, Victoria could have fallen in love with her all over again. 

"Max…" She reached up and drew her lover into yet another kiss. Max responded eagerly, embracing Victoria yet further, and in a surprising display of strength, lifted her up enough for their momentum to roll them further onto the bed. 

Immediately, Max traced her hand down Victoria's body and took hold of her cock again, which was still impressively hard, even with the interruption. 

"Mm." Victoria moaned, bucking her hips into Max's hand. 

Max resumed stroking, relishing every gasp, twitch and muscle clench Victoria performed as Max slowly increased the pace. Surreptitiously, she moved down Victoria's body, taking care to maintain the vigorous pace with her hand to keep Victoria distracted. Then, once she'd reached crotch level, swiftly took the engorged head into her mouth. 

The resulting ecstatic cry from Victoria was the very definition of 'worth it'. 

Max bobbed her head up and down, taking the shaft into her mouth as far as was comfortable, relishing the way Victoria's hands were scrabbling through her hair as Max pleasured her. 

She sucked air in through her nose, filling her lungs as much as she could. Then, she took Victoria's cock entirely down her throat. 

"Fuck!" Victoria shrieked, gripping Max's head involuntarily. 

Max held her for a few seconds, then came back up, her mouth - and most of Victoria's cock - covered with a mix of saliva and precum. 

"Feeling good?" She teased. 

In response, Victoria surged forward, kissing Max like her life depended on it. She tasted herself on Max's lips: a musky, heady taste that only served to spur her further on. She grabbed Max's waist, flipping their positions. Once again, Victoria ended up between Max's legs, her head pressing against Max's vulva. 

"Wanna give it a try?" Max said, her voice low and husky. 

Her horny lizard brain reappeared, urging her to push forward, to bury herself to the hilt. But with that, also came the doubts, lingering like an unwelcome house guest. But then, she remembered Max's encouraging, reassuring words, and any doubts were swept aside like mist on the surface of a lake.

"Yes." She breathed. 

She gripped her cock, and slid it through Max's outer lips, before - 

"Easy, girl." Max placed a hand on her chest, stopping her. She reached to the side, and opened a drawer in the nightstand, before retrieving a shiny square packet.

"Condom." She explained. 

"Right." Victoria nodded, a little embarrassed that she'd completely forgotten the need for protection - though in her defence, she'd never had the need before. 

A thought flashed through her head. "Um, Max?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Do you think can…?" She trailed off, indicating the condom. 

Max smiled as she caught on. "It'd be my pleasure."

"Thanks. It's just that I've never-" 

"You don't need to explain yourself, Vee. It's okay."

Max bit open the packet and extracted the latex prophylactic. Next, she placed it over the head of Victoria's cock, and rolled it gently down the shaft, taking care to pinch the top to keep it from filling with any air. 

"Are you ready?" She asked when it was fully on. 

Victoria nodded. Her heart was pounding. With shaking hands, she took hold of herself, and positioned herself against Max's entrance. She pushed forward, but evidently didn't get the angle quite right, as the head slipped up and outwards. Victoria made a face, but resolved to try again. 

She repeated the process, moving her hips forward with a little more intent. However, the same thing happened, with her head catching on Max's clit this time, drawing a gasp out of her lover. 

"Need some help?" Max offered. 

"I - yeah."

"Just relax, I got you." Max took hold of her and gently guided her forwards, lining the head up at the correct angle. "Okay, move your hips forward."

Victoria obeyed, and let out a long, low moan when her cock pushed smoothly past the tight ring of muscle, and after a second, tentative thrust, slid all the way inside, filling Max completely. 

"Oh my god." Victoria whispered. 

She could feel Max around her; tight and velvety and incredibly, unbelievably warm. It was, quite simply, like nothing she'd ever felt before. 

“How does it feel?” Max breathed, adjusting her hips slightly to accommodate Victoria’s length.

“You have no idea.” Victoria groaned.

“Well, I definitely know how good you feel inside me.” Max rolled her hips for emphasis. “You gonna move?”

Victoria nodded. She leant down and kissed Max, at the same time trying an experimental thrust.

“Do that again.” Max whispered.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Victoria repeated the motion, and then again, and again, and again until she picked up a natural rhythm. 

“Max…” She moaned, thrusting in earnest now, letting her wants and needs take over.

“Keep going!” Max encouraged her. “Fuck, you feel so good.” She reached down, rubbing circles around her clit as Victoria’s pace steadily increased.

Victoria leaned forwards, bracing her arms either side of Max’s shoulders. She slammed her hips forwards, fully caught up in the act of lovemaking, wanting to feel as good as possible, to make Max feel as good as possible.

Judging from the way Max was moaning and gasping and - Victoria pinned one of Max’s legs under her arm - squealing underneath her, she was doing a damn good job.

“That’s it! Don’t stop!” Max panted, her eyes closed and a flush spreading its way across her freckled breasts. “I’m almost there!”

Victoria gritted her teeth. As much as she was enjoying herself, the pace was beginning to be hard to maintain, as her burning abs were increasingly informing her.

Mentally, Victoria resolved to do more sit-ups and improve her core strength.

“Vee!” Max’s voice, cracked and ecstatic, brought her back to the present. 

Max was squirming under her, frantically rubbing her clit as Victoria pounded into her.

“I’m close, so fucking close, don’t you dare stop…” Max whined. 

Victoria had no intention of stopping, as she was steadily approaching her own orgasm. It was all she could focus on; the unrelenting primal need to slam her cock into her partner and empty herself completely. 

The next second, she felt Max tense up underneath her, and a cry tore its way out of her throat, screaming Victoria’s name to the heavens as the smaller woman came. Victoria gasped as, inside, she felt Max’s inner walls squeeze her cock so hard it almost hurt. 

She tried to keep going, to keep thrusting and reach the orgasm she so desperately needed, but it remained maddeningly out of reach, even when the squeezing sensation relaxed and she could thrust freely into her lover again. 

Victoria attempted a couple of thrusts, but it was like she’d hit a brick wall. All she wanted was to cum, to release herself inside Max, but everything had suddenly become far too overwhelming, too sensitive.

With a sigh, she stopped, breathing hard. 

“Vee?” Max’s voice came. “Are you okay?”

“Too much.” Victoria panted. “Too many things. Couldn’t cum.” 

“Don't worry about it, it happens. How about we take a break, then go for round two?” 

Victoria shook her head. “Don’t think I could.” Not without a large pang of regret, she pulled out.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” Max opened her arms, offering an embrace that Victoria eagerly accepted.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” Max continued when Victoria was comfortably nestled against her. “You took a huge step and pushed your comfort zone, and I appreciate the fuck out of you. Hell, you even made me cum.” 

“But I couldn’t.” 

“Doesn’t matter. We still did the - you still did the thing. That’s what counts.”

Victoria craned her head upwards to look at Max. “You mean that?”

Max smiled down at her. “Of course I mean it.” She tapped Victoria on the nose. “Boop.”

Victoria giggled. “I guess it does count. And it did feel amazing, even if I didn’t finish.”

“You’re damn right it felt amazing.” Max agreed. “You are amazing, too.”

“Flatterer.” 

“I’m only a conduit for the truth. Now, how about we go shower and clean up? I’ll even give you a scalp massage.” Max offered.

“That sounds amazing.” Victoria readily accepted. Somewhat unsteadily, she clambered off the bed and onto her feet, and once she was vertical again, gingerly pulled the condom off her dick.

Max followed suit - albeit without the condom removal. She took Victoria’s hand and led her into the bathroom, closing the door behind them with a soft snap. A few moments later, the sounds of running water could be heard, and a couple of minutes after that, low, husky groans of pleasure as Max fulfilled her promise.

"This is total bullshit." Victoria exclaimed in disbelief. 

"What, why?" 

"Max, c'mon," She gestured at the screen, "they're expecting us to believe the dude ran inside a zombie-infested building - a zombie-infested building that's on fire - to save a puppy and came out completely unscathed? Bullshit, it is thy name."

"Well, you see," Max shoved another handful of popcorn into her mouth, "there's these things called 'movies', and they tell stories that are fictional, and don't often hinge on how the real world works."

Victoria narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you."

"Isn't that what you just did?" Max grinned, and then yelped when Victoria poked her in the stomach. 

“But seriously.” Victoria continued, “there’s only so far I can stretch my suspension of disbelief before I reach my limit.”

Max giggled, and under the blanket, shifted a little closer, resting her head on Victoria’s shoulder and tracing her finger along her bicep. “I like it when you reach your limit.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Are you ever gonna stop teasing me?”

“Are you ever gonna make me?” Max shot back.

Victoria returned her attention to the screen, where the movie’s protagonist was now handing over the puppy to the distraught-yet-grateful love interest. “Blow me, Caulfield.”

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, Max threw off her side of the blanket and slid off the couch, coming to rest on her knees between Victoria’s legs.

“Okay.” She cheerfully agreed.

“Wait what.” For the second time that day, Victoria’s brain came crashing to a halt. “Are you serious?”

Max said nothing, instead choosing to let her mischievous expression do the talking. She dug a bobble out of her pocket, and began to tie her hair up.

Victoria’s heart rate increased. Max, indeed, appeared to be serious. As Max slid her hands very deliberately up Victoria’s thighs, she felt herself already beginning to harden in anticipation.

“Y- you don’t have to.” Victoria stuttered.

“I know.” Max replied. “But I want to. I wanna make you cum, and I’m pretty sure I know exactly how to do that.”

Max traced a finger along the conspicuous bulge in Victoria’s sweatpants. “And I think you want me to, as well.”

Victoria shuddered, feeling her resolve crumbling into dust.

“Do you want that? Do you want me to take your cock into my mouth, and stroke you until you can’t take it anymore?”

“Fuck yes.” Victoria breathed.

Max smiled a positively sinful smile, and grasped the waistband of her sweats. “As you wish.”

With a tug, she pulled down both the sweats and Victoria’s boxers. Her cock sprang free, jutting impressively into the air.

Max wasted no time, immediately taking the head into her mouth and sucking greedily.

Victoria hissed in pleasure, automatically thrusting her hips forward, forcing more of her cock into Max’s mouth.

Max happily took it, letting her lips form a tight seal around the shaft while the back part of her tongue massaged the head. Next, she drew back slightly, letting a couple of inches slide back out, enough to let her wrap her hand around the rest of Victoria’s length. Then, with the head still in her mouth, she began pumping her hand.

“Max!” Victoria cried out. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the couch cushion, as Max simultaneously jerked her off and sucked the head of her cock.

“Max do good?” Her partner said as she released her cock with a wet pop, while maintaining the stroking motion.

Victoria frantically nodded. “Y- your mouth!” She begged. “More!”

Max didn’t bother responding verbally. Instead, she dipped back down and enveloped Victoria’s cock between her lips, flicking her tongue over the sensitive head.

“Fuck…” Victoria moaned, happy to let Max take charge and guide her towards what now felt like an inevitably explosive orgasm.

She felt Max tap her thighs, which was their code for ‘let me know when you’re going to cum’.

“I will.” Victoria assured her, sensing that it wouldn’t be long. 

Max hummed contentedly, causing Victoria to twitch due to the vibrations her humming sent through Victoria’s cock. She increased the pace of her hand, and very lightly grazed her teeth against the ridge of the cock-head as she lightly bobbed her head up and down.

“Oh god!” The taller woman choked out, her thighs beginning to tremble and her abdominal muscles clenching in anticipation. With one hand, she gripped the discarded blanket in a clawed grasp, and with the other, grasped the back of Max’s head.

“Do it.” Max came off her cock for the briefest of moments, while still jerking her hand as hard as she could. “Cum in my mouth, Vee. Make me swallow all of it, all of you.” 

“MAX!” Victoria screamed as she flew past the point of no return. She snapped her hips upwards as her entire body clenched, her hand keeping Max’s head in place as she thrust her cock as far down her throat as Max would let her.

Then, with another cry, she finally, deservedly came. Her cum exploded out of the head of her cock, spurting down Max’s throat in a small flood. It was, afterall, almost an entire day of build-up. 

“Max, fuck, take it. Take all of it.” She murmured as Max continued to pump her shaft, drawing out every single drop of cum.

Max hummed again, keeping her mouth on Victoria’s cock, happy to let her orgasm play out until it was finished. When it eventually did, and Victoria’s breathing slowed and her body relaxed, Max finally let go, and crawled back onto the couch to re-join her practically comatose partner.

“Better?” She asked. 

It was a rhetorical question, but Victoria attempted to answer anyway, except all that managed to escape her mouth was a vague mumble.

“Good.” Max stroked her hair.

"... Love you." Victoria eventually managed to murmur. 

"I love you too." Max replied. 

A comfortable silence descended, punctuated only by the hoarse moans of various zombies as the movie played on.

Eventually, Victoria yawned, and pushed herself into an upright sitting position. "I think I'm gonna make some coffee." She declared. "You want one?" 

"That'd be amazing." Max replied, and patted her butt as Victoria stood up. 

She ambled into the kitchen, stifling another yawn. However, on her way to the cupboard containing the coffee, she caught sight of a baking dish, languishing on the dining table. 

In it were the remains of the finished cottage pie. 

Victoria exhaled forcefully through her nose. 

"Cottagecore." She said to herself in amusement. 

Chapter Text

JOI

Victoria's phone buzzed. 

She cracked an eye open and vaguely glared at it, mentally berating whoever dared message her at - she checked the time - seven-oh-nine in the a.m.

Seriously, who even had the right to-

It was from Max. 

Instantly, Victoria's vague grumpiness vanished, replaced with a brief dopamine dump at the sight of the little red '1' next to Max's contact icon. Hurriedly, she tapped it. 

Contained within was a picture: a picture of Max's sleepy-looking yet smiling face, half covered by an exceedingly fluffy pillow. 

'Miss you.' read the caption. 

Victoria smiled. Max had only been away for one night, but she wasn't surprised that her partner was sending her messages like that already. It was rare for Max to have to travel for work, but when she did, such as with the small, private wedding she was currently covering, the physical distance between the two of them was always acutely felt. 

Victoria opened her camera app, pressed her lips together in a smooch, snapped a quick picture and sent it along. 

'Miss you too.'

Afterwards, she yawned, and sat up in bed. Gravity, immediately and unfortunately, did its usual thing to her bladder. She grumbled, and shuffled into the bathroom, where she performed her morning ablutions.

When she came back to the bed, a second message was already waiting for her. It was another picture. This time, Max was in her hotel room bathroom, grinning as she angled the camera to take in the mirror, and thus, her reflection. She'd also put on a robe, which she'd left conspicuously untied, baring the space between her breasts, her midriff and navel, and then down her abdomen until - 

Unfortunately, the bathroom sink countertop stopped her from seeing if Max was wearing underwear or not. 

Victoria's eyes widened slightly. So it was gonna be one of those days. 

The last couple of times Max had traveled, she'd started up a tradition of sending Victoria increasingly smuttier selfies throughout the day, progressing from mildly flirty, to baring sections of her body such as part of her butt or under-boob,  finishing up with implied nude photos or even full nude if she was feeling particularly risqué, all designed to work Victoria up so much that the both of them would jump each other the second Max came back through the door. 

Although, the two previous occasions had been when Max was only away for most of the day, not an entire forty-eight hours, as was the case with this wedding. 

Victoria narrowed her eyes. What was Max's game plan if she wouldn't be back by nightfall? Because, judging from their previous track record, Victoria definitely would not be able to take a full two days of teasing from her - sometimes overly horny - girlfriend. 

Still, all she could do was play along. 

'Nice. Anything on underneath?' she replied. 

'No.' Max texted, almost instantly. 

'Can I see?' 

'Also no ;-)' 

"Typical." Victoria murmured good naturedly to herself. She left her phone on the nightstand and went to make herself a coffee. 

When she returned, steaming mug in hand, her phone's notification was, naturally, blinking at her. 

Inside the message was a video. Without hesitation, Victoria tapped the play button, slurping her coffee as it began to play. Immediately, she realized it was a short video of Max showering, albeit without anything truly visible. She'd closed the shower doors, which Victoria was crestfallen to see were partially translucent, only allowing her to see a fuzzy, flesh coloured silhouette of Max as she bathed under the steamy water. 

'Not fair.' She texted. 

Max's reply came almost ten minutes later. 

'Exactly.'

Victoria almost threw her phone. 

'Gonna let me see more or are you gonna be a cocktease all day?' 

'What do you think?' 

Victoria closed her eyes and sighed. Today was going to be long. 

Another near-ten minutes went by before her phone buzzed again. 

'How do I look?' the message read, before another picture arrived a few seconds afterwards. 

Max was wearing lingerie: a lacy, off-white set that included a bralet, tantalisingly tiny panties, and a stocking and garter belt combo to finish off the set. 

Victoria's jaw dropped. Max looked incredible: the lingerie set highlighted her petite frame in all the right places, accentuating the curves she did have, as well as softening the squarer parts of her frame. 

'You look amazing'. Victoria messaged back. 

'Thanks.' Came the reply. 'And it's only for you, of course. Guess you could say I'm Victoria's secret.'

Victoria groaned and put the phone down, pacing around the room for a full minute before the effects of Max's godawful pun wore off. 

'Oh my god you're so fuckin lame.' She replied. 

'Am I now?' Another picture message followed. In it, Max had removed the bralet, covering her breasts with her free hand. 

Victoria grimaced. 

'Damn it, Caulfield.'

'You know you love it. Anyway, I gotta actually go get ready now.'

'Good luck. I love you and you're gonna kill it.'

Max replied with a blushing seal emoji. Victoria chuckled, put her phone back on the nightstand, and headed in the direction of the shower. 

An hour later, while she was in the middle of working, her phone cheerfully buzzed again. 

'Had five minutes free.' Max said, following up with a wink emoji. Yet another picture arrived in the next few moments.

In direct opposition to the last picture, this one contained a butt. Max's butt. Entirely bereft of clothing, aside from the garter belt and stockings she'd kept on.

'What do you think? Spankable?' Max sent another message. 

'Fuck. Yes.' Victoria sent back. 

A minute later, a short video arrived. Victoria pressed play, and automatically performed a sharp intake of breath when it turned out to be Max giving her ass a few light slaps, causing an enticing amount of jiggle. 

'Am I getting a rise out of you yet?' Max texted. Even though she was hundreds of miles away, Victoria could fucking hear the grin she was undoubtedly sporting. 

Victoria looked down at herself, and bit her lip. She was at half-mast already - and slightly tenting the front of her jeans - but she'd be damned if she was going to let Max know she was getting to her this early. 

'No.' She lied. 'You're gonna have to work harder than that. 

'Challenge accepted.' In lieu of the usual wink emoji, Max sent another photo, this time just of her face. 

She was grinning. 

"What have I done?" Victoria whispered to herself. 

A full two hours passed before Victoria received another message, during which time she'd gone through alternating stages of anxiety and excitement. 

When her phone buzzed, she snapped it up quicker than a hawk. 

Another video was waiting for her. Victoria pressed play, leaning in over her phone like a dragon obsessing over their hoard. 

Max was in a bathroom. A fancy bathroom. Judging by the immaculate décor, it must have been part of the wedding venue. She was wearing an elegant, silky grey dress, with straps on both shoulders. 

Max backed up a couple of paces, enough for most of her body to be in frame. She looked around, clearly weighing up the risks of someone walking in. Then, she winked, evidently having decided the risk was worth it. She half bit her lip, and half smirked: a look that Victoria knew invariably meant Max was planning something risqué. 

Then, Max reached up and slipped the dress' straps off her shoulders, along with the straps of her bralet. 

Victoria leaned even closer to the phone. 

As if she knew Victoria's actions, Max's smirk grew wider. In one smooth motion, she pulled both the dress and her bralet down, baring her breasts. 

Involuntarily, Victoria moaned. Almost instantly, she felt herself hardening, a process that accelerated when Max used her arms to push her breasts together, creating a tantalizing amount of cleavage.

"Fuck." Victoria moaned. 

"I wish you could be here." Max's voice came from the phone. "Because if you were, I'd drag you into a bathroom stall and take your cock into my mouth, and pleasure you until you couldn't take it anymore. Then, right as you're about to cum, I'd take your hard dick and thrust it into my pussy so you could cum inside me…" 

With that declaration, the video ended. 

"No. No no no!" Victoria whined, immediately wanting more. 

She glanced down, where her hardness was bulging the front of her jeans, practically begging to be set free. 

She sighed. There was no way she could lie this time. 

'You win.' She texted back . 

Max's response came almost instantly. 

'Show me.'

Victoria was almost surprised - enough that her eyebrows climbed a couple of notches up her forehead. Normally it was Max who sent her lewd stuff, not the other way around. Still, what was the harm? It wasn't as if there was anyone around to see what she was doing. 

She headed for the bedroom, and once there, closed the curtains and turned the lights down low, creating a softer - and hopefully, more romantic - setting. 

Satisfied with the ambiance, she removed her shirt, letting it pool on the floor, and then shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her in just her underwear.

A damp spot had already darkened the front of her boyshorts, betraying how aroused she really felt. Victoria made a face. Max never failed to get to her. 

Choosing to lay on the bed, she ended up balancing her phone somewhat haphazardly against her chin - mostly in order to include some cleavage in the shot as well as the conspicuous, straining bulge inside her underwear. 

She snapped a picture, inspected it for a moment, then sent it on to Max. 

Her reply came not even a minute later. 

'More.' She demanded. 'I wanna see it.'

Victoria raised an eyebrow. That was definitely a step up from the normal flirty texts they exchanged. Max had never demanded an outright dick pic before. 

Even so, she wasn't going to disappoint her girlfriend. 

She reached down and pulled the hem of her underwear down. Her cock, already impressively hard, twitched in anticipation. A drop of clear liquid beaded at the tip. 

Victoria bit her lip. Every urge in her body begged her to take hold of her cock and stroke it until she came all over herself, but she held back, and instead, simply snapped another picture. 

She sent it to Max, eagerly awaiting her reply. 

Just like the last message, it didn't take long. 

'You look so fucking hard, V. If I were there I'd ride you until you're about to explode, make you cum all over yourself, then I'd take you back inside me and fuck you until you're begging me to stop.'

Victoria moaned, loudly. Her cock throbbed, begging for release. 

'Can I touch myself? Please, Max…' 

She hovered over the phone, staring at it eagerly. 

'Let me think about that.. nope.'

Victoria threw her phone across the bed, barely containing a frustrated, horny scream. 

Not ten seconds later, she snatched it back up, typing furiously. 

'I'm begging you Mistress Maxine. I wanna cum so fucking bad.'

Using Max's nickname for when they indulged in heavier roleplaying was a last ditch strategy, and probably came off as desperate as Victoria felt, but she needed Max to say yes. 

Her phone buzzed with an incoming reply. 

'Later. Maybe. But only if you can prove you're a good girl.'

'I'll be a good girl, I promise.'

'You'd better be. Now go wait like the obedient little sub I know you are.'

Victoria put the phone down, already finding the wait to be almost unbearable. Unable to help it, she shivered in antici-

-Three Hours Later-

-pation. 

Her phone, after three solid hours of absolutely nothing aside from the sheer torture of being forced to sit and wait, finally buzzed. Not only did it buzz, it chimed, indicating an incoming FaceTime call. 

Victoria's heart leapt into her throat. Hastily, she composed herself, patting down her hair and straightening her clothing - though, since nightfall had long since passed, she'd changed into a comfortable nightie around half an hour before Max had called. 

With trembling fingers, she pushed the answer button. 

After a brief blur of pixels arranging themselves, Max’s face swam into view. She was on her side, clearly relaxing back in her hotel room. Although, Victoria couldn't help but feel a small pang of disappointment, as Max had already changed out of her dress (and, unfortunately, her bralet, stockings, panties and garter belt), and into comfortable pj's. 

"You're such a fucking cocktease." Victoria blurted out before Max could even say hello. 

"I know." Max grinned. "You love it, though."

"I love it when I don't have to wait all day to get myself off." Victoria pouted. 

"Patience, my love. Patience. All good things cum to those who wait." Max winked. 

"Oh my god, really?" 

Max simply smiled, her eyelids drooping slightly. 

"How was the wedding? You get some good shots?" Victoria asked. 

Her partner nodded. "Yeah, it was good. The food was amazing."

"You look tired." Victoria observed. 

"That's because I am." Max stifled a yawn.

Victoria immediately felt guilt creep in. Of course Max was going to be exhausted after spending all day covering an entire wedding, as well as catering to Victoria's eternally thirsty self. 

"You wanna just sleep? You deserve a rest." She suggested, not without a pang of regret. 

"I do," Max admitted, "but first…" 

Victoria felt her heart rate rise. 

"Strip." Max commanded. 

"Are you sure? You said you needed sleep-" 

"Vee, did I fucking stutter?" There was a dangerous, authoritative edge to Max's voice. "Take. Your clothes. Off."

Victoria scrambled to obey her. She put the phone down on the nightstand, angling it so Max would be able to see all of her, then yanked the nightie over her head, and  tugged her underwear down. 

"Mm." Max made a pleased noise, seeing Victoria was already hard. "Lie down."

Victoria obeyed, lying flat on her back. 

"Have you been a good girl?" Max crooned.

"Yes."

"Promise? You haven't touched yourself at all?" 

"I promise, Mistress Maxine."

"Good." Max smirked. "Now I'm gonna tell you what to do, and you're gonna do it. Understand?" 

"I understand." 

"Take hold of your cock." Max ordered. 

Victoria did so, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft. She had to stop herself from gasping: after a full day of teasing, any minute amount of pleasure was extremely amplified. 

"Does that feel good?" Max said, her voice low. 

"Yes…" 

"Stroke it. Slowly."

Victoria bit her lip, and obeyed. She set a leisurely pace, moving her hand slowly up and down her length. 

"Slower." Max ordered. "And grip it tighter."

Victoria moaned, stroking herself as slowly as she could, while squeezing her cock so hard it almost hurt. 

"I like how that looks." Max praised her. "Now put your fingers in your mouth and suck them. Then, I want you to use your fingers to spread that wetness all over your thick, hard cock."

Like an obedient sub, Victoria did so. She swirled her tongue around the fingers of her free hand, coating them in saliva, before doing as Max said and lubricating the shaft and head until they were both slick with fluid. 

"Are you wet enough?" Max asked. 

"I - I think so." Victoria groaned, making sure her cock was absolutely covered in slippery liquid. 

"Then I want you to jerk off, as hard and as fast as you want."

Victoria didn't need to be told twice. She began furiously pumping her hand, and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to cause her to explode then and there. 

"Max!" She moaned. 

"Tell me when you're getting close." Max instructed her. 

"I - I will!" Victoria promised. 

"Good girl. Now I want you to imagine me  bending over you, and thrusting your cock into my mouth, and taking it right down my throat, and letting you take a tight grip of my hair, and fucking my mouth until you're oh-so-close to spilling yourself down my throat…" 

Victoria released a strangled shout. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, stroking her wet, hard, engorged length with reckless abandon. 

"Are you close?" Came Max's voice. 

"Y- yes!" Victoria managed to choke out. 

"Good. Now stop." Max ordered. 

Victoria's eyes flew open. She stopped stroking, but kept her hand around her cock. 

"B-but I'm so-." 

"I said stop."

Reluctantly, Victoria did so. 

"You suck so fucking much." She pouted. 

"I know." Max both looked and sounded entirely self-satisfied. "Does my thirsty little sub want to be let out of horny jail?" 

"Please." Victoria pleaded. 

"Convince me." Max's grin was eating the maximum possible amount of shit. "Tell me why I should let you cum."

"Oh come on!" Victoria whined. 

"That's not convincing me. Do better."

Victoria let out a frustrated whine, but still found herself searching for a reason. 

"Be-because you love me?" She ventured. 

"I do love you." Max confirmed. "But that would be too easy."

"God fucking damn it." Victoria cursed. Her cock echoed her sentiments, twitching in frustration. 

"I'm waiting." Max teased. 

"Because you've been a fucking cocktease all day, and I deserve this!" Victoria proclaimed, hoping against hope that bravado would be the answer. 

"Ooh, so close. But not quite enough." 

Victoria could have screamed.

"Frustrated?" Max continued in that maddening, teasing tone. 

"Of course I'm frustrated! I really wanna cum!" She whined, not caring how needy it sounded. 

"I'm gonna give you one more chance. If you blow it, you'll just have to wait until I get back."

Defiance flared in Victoria's heart. Max's return was still an entire day away. How dare her partner make her wait that long. 

"Fuck you." She growled. "When you get back, I'm gonna shove you against the fucking wall and tear every single big of your clothing off, force you to your knees, and use your mouth as my own private fuck toy. After that, I'm gonna bend you over and fuck you as hard as I can against the window: I don't even care if people see us, because if they do, they'll know just who's the submissive little bitch - and it won't be me."

Finally, she stopped, her breath ragged. 

There was a moment of silence. 

"You promise?" Max's voice sounded low, full of lust. 

"Yes, I fucking promise."

"Good, because I'm gonna hold you to that." Max breathed. "God, I'm so fucking wet right now." She admitted, and raised a visibly glistening hand into view, 

"Max…"  Victoria groaned. Hearing - and seeing - that her partner was positively drenched wasn't exactly helping her. 

"I could get myself off right now," Max moaned, "and believe me, I want to… but in the spirit of fair play, I'm gonna wait, because I want you to touch me, to hold me, to pin me down and take me until I'm fucking screaming."

"Max please…" Victoria begged. 

"Do it." Max finally relented. "You can touch yourself."

For Victoria, Max's words may as well have announced the second coming. Her hand flew to her cock, immediately pumping as hard as she could. 

A familiar, wet and slick sound - caused by the precum that had built up at the head of her cock - filled the bedroom as Victoria frantically masturbated. 

"Are you close?" Max asked, her eyes glued to the sight of Victoria's hand wrapped tightly around the glistening shaft. 

"Y-yeah!" Victoria gasped. 

"If I were there, where would you wanna cum?" 

Victoria's mind immediately went to the earlier videos Max had sent her, in particular, the video of her slipping the dress off her shoulders to show off her breasts. 

"Your - fuck - on your tits!" the taller woman groaned. 

In response, Max made a show of pulling up her shirt, revealing to a delighted Victoria that she was entirely braless. 

"On these?" Max trailed a finger through the illusion of cleavage that lying on her side was giving her, then cupped her breast, running her thumb over an erect, pebbled nipple. "Do you want me to push them together, let you thrust your cock between them, and fuck my tits until you explode all over me?" 

Victoria didn't have the brainpower to answer. She was focused all at once on her hand around her cock, the sight of Max's delectable breasts, and envisioning the scenario Max had described to her in such vivid detail. She found herself yearning to have Max with her, so she could do exactly what Max had said and straddle her girlfriend, take her cock, and stroke it until she released her load onto that perfect little pair of breasts. 

"Well?" Max prompted her. 

Victoria cried out in affirmation, pumping her cock so hard her forearm began to ache. She was close, so close to losing control completely. 

Seeing Victoria's pleasure and how close she was to sailing over the edge, Max bit her lip, her eyes still fixed on the sight of her lover's hand gliding up and down her thick cock. 

"Arch your back off the bed." She commanded. "Now, Vee."

Even with only seconds left, Victoria obeyed, and pushed her hips into the air. 

"Good girl." Max cooed. "You have my permission, Vee, you can cum. I wanna see you cum so fucking bad."

Even if Max hadn't given Victoria her blessing, she was way too far gone to stop. 

With a wordless cry, Victoria arched her back even higher off the bed, went rigid, and felt a mind-obliterating orgasm explode through her entire body. 

Her cock pulsed, and pulsed hard, spurting jet after hot jet of cum from the head to splash along her midriff, with a substantial amount landing on and between her own breasts, even as Victoria kept pumping her hand, drawing out every last drop as if her life depended on it. 

"Fuck, that's hot." Max breathed. "I love watching you so damn much.”

Victoria vaguely heard her, but had no capacity to produce anything even vaguely human sounding. The frantic pace of her hand slowed, and eventually stopped as her brain rapidly devolved into soup. Her eyes fell closed, and all she could do was let her breathing return from ragged to baseline as her body drowned in a massive dopamine and oxytocin dump. 

"Feeling better?" Max inquired after a good couple of minutes. 

Victoria cracked an eye open, looked down at the translucent liquid covering her breasts and stomach, then shot an unimpressed look at Max.

“Fuck. You.” She said, wiping a finger through the swiftly-collecting-liquid.

“Hey, you said you wanted to cum on some tits.” Max grinned.

“Yeah, I said yours, not mine!” Victoria protested. “Now I gotta deal with the fact that I’m lying here, with jizz all over my titties!”

Max couldn’t help it: she burst into laughter. Victoria’s use of language had just been so out of character for her.

“Are you done?” Victoria asked, a solid thirty seconds later.

“Yes. Maybe.” Max stifled a few remaining giggles. “Though it’s not like we haven’t both been covered in baby batter before.”

“Max ine!” 

“Okay, I’m done. Promise.” Max held up a hand to show that she meant it. “Anyway. I’m pretty sure that was, like, a top five orgasm for you. Especially after I teased you literally all day.”

“Mm, definitely top ten.” Victoria shot back, revelling in the mock-offended look Max gave her. 

“Though it did feel pretty fucking good.” She admitted. “And I’m pretty sure we have a whole bunch of things to include the next time we fuck.”

“Fuck yeah we do.” Max grinned. “And I meant what I said: you better do all the things you promised to do to me, especially being fucked against the window.”

“Really? You definitely want me to fuck you where everyone might see you?”

“Yes.” 

“It’s just that…” Victoria tapped a finger against her chin, adopting a tone of voice that Max knew all too well.

“Vee no.”

“I didn’t know our relationship, with me as an MtF woman…”

“I’m begging you, please no.” 

“Was so…”

“Victoria Chase, I will fucking hang up on you, I swear to god!” Max hovered her finger over the ‘End Call’ button to prove she meant her threat.

“Transparent.”

Victoria was still cackling to herself when Max hung up.

Chapter Text

Thrice Undone

Once

“Max … fuck!” Victoria moaned, letting her head fall back - and accidentally bumping the back of her skull against the rocky wall she was braced against. She barely felt the pain, her entire nervous system instead being preoccupied with Max’s lips sealed tightly around the head of her cock, her tongue expertly flicking across the head.

Victoria’s hand scrabbled against and failed to gain purchase on the slick, briny surface of the rocky sea wall, which was currently performing an admirable job of hiding them from the rest of the beach and the unsuspecting beachgoers enjoying the blazing July sun.

“Christ, your mouth feels so fucking good!” Victoria raggedly whispered. Max hummed at the compliment, causing Victoria to slap a hand over her own mouth to stop herself from making what would have been an entirely too-loud noise.

Max - who was knelt between Victoria’s legs - gave her bare ass an affectionate squeeze with her left hand, while increasing the pace with her right, which was, of course, wrapped around the shaft of Victoria’s cock.

“Yeah - just like that.” Victoria breathed. “Keep stroking.” She squeezed her eyes shut, rocking her hips in small, almost involuntary increments. She entwined her fingers in Max’s hair, keeping her head in place, which Max was more than happy to accommodate. 

In response, Max let her teeth ever so slightly graze the ridge of Victoria’s head, letting her know that she had no intention of stopping either the ministrations of her hand or mouth. She bobbed her head up and down Victoria's cock with as much force as she could muster, feeling it twitch and throb inside the warm, smooth confines of her mouth. 

Victoria was forced to stifle another groan, and felt her orgasm rising, as inevitable as the tide. 

Then, much sooner than she thought, the point of no return was suddenly upon her. Frantically, Victoria tapped the back of Max's head, letting her know she was seconds away from finishing in her mouth. 

However, to her surprise, Max pulled off of her cock and wrapped both hands around the shaft, making sure her fingers travelled over the ridge at the bottom of the head with every stroke. 

"Cum for me." Max whispered. "Let me make you cum."

Victoria nodded, too far gone to do anything else at that point. 

At the last possible second, Max pulled her bikini top aside, and pushed her breasts together while still vigorously stroking her girlfriend's cock. 

"Fuck!" Victoria accidentally exclaimed before slamming her hand over her mouth again. She bucked her hips forward into Max's touch, feeling her muscles quiver and clench as her orgasm blessedly hit. Her cock throbbed violently in Max's hand, releasing load after load from the tip, spurting directly onto Max's breasts. 

"Mm, fuck. Keep cumming on me." Max encouraged her. "Give me every last drop."

Victoria dumbly nodded, watching her release soak Max's chest as it dwindled from thick jets, to small drops, and then eventually nothing. 

"Wow." Max said when she was finished. "That was impressive."

"I - I thought you were gonna make me cum in your mouth. Now I've made a huge fucking mess on your tits." Victoria observed. 

"Are you complaining?" Max raised an eyebrow. 

"No, just, it's kinda conspicuous?" She pointed out. 

"Gimme a minute." Max cast a quick look around, and seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, took a mad dash into the ocean, where she quickly washed off her chest of any evidence. 

"There." She smiled when she returned. "Fixed."

She waited for Victoria to pull up her bottoms, then linked arms with her girlfriend, gently pulling her out onto the rest of the beach. 

"I want ice-cream." Max declared. 

"That sounds amazing." Victoria agreed. "What flavour?" 

"Mm…" Max thought for a moment. "Sea salt. Because I'm definitely in the mood for putting salty things in my mouth today. Geddit?" She grinned. 

"Maxine!" 

Twice

Max’s hand slammed against the window of the car as her chest heaved with gasp after gasp. She looked down - eyes half lidded and mouth hanging open - at Victoria’s position between her legs, where her tongue was assaulting Max’s clit with award-worthy enthusiasm. To complete the decadent, scandalous picture, her skirt was pulled up above her waist, and her panties hung from one leg.

“Vee!” She whined. “Don’t stop, I’m almost there!”

Victoria looked up, giving Max her best, obedient bedroom eyes, and lavished Max’s clit with a series of staccato swipes of her tongue, drawing a long, high moan out of her girlfriend.

“Fuck!” Max exclaimed. “I’m cumming. I’m-cumming-I’m-cumming-I’m-cumming!” She spat in quick succession.

The next thing Victoria felt was Max tense up, her thighs quiver uncontrollably and a gush of warm liquid hit her right in the face. 

Internally, she grinned, feeling smug and self-satisfied with her ability to get Max off.

Externally, she kept going, and pushed two fingers into Max’s sopping wet entrance.

The resulting ecstatic cry was music to her ears.

“Vee!” Max was practically sobbing. “You feel so fucking good!” 

Victoria relished the praise, and pushed further, drawing little figure-eights around Max's clit with her tongue, and curling her fingers inside Max to hit her most sensitive spots.

Max's leg shot out, inadvertently hitting the exact middle of the steering wheel, and setting off the horn. The sudden, loud noise caused them both to jump, and then descend into giggles when they made eye contact. 

"That's your fault," Max stated, "wouldn't have happened if you hadn't - oh FUCK!" 

Victoria thrust her fingers back inside Max, causing the smaller woman's sudden expletive. Immediately, she resumed a vigorous pace, refusing to let Max settle down. 

"Holy shit," Max barely managed to gasp, "don't fucking stop - I'm gonna cum again, just-" 

Victoria dove back in, and sucked hard on Max's clit. 

Max threw her head back, the tendons in her neck standing out as, for the second time in as many minutes, an explosive orgasm tore through her. 

This time, Victoria was content to let Max simply ride it out. She withdrew her fingers and sat up, a smug grin - as well as a generous amount of Max’s juices - plastered across her face as she waited for her girlfriend to recover. 

A minute or so later, Max pushed herself into a semi-upright position, still panting heavily. 

"Wow." She mumbled. "That was definitely your A-game."

She drew Victoria into a kiss, tasting herself on her lover's tongue. 

"Not that I'm complaining," she continued, "but what brought that on?" 

Victoria looked at her like she'd grown a second head. 

"I mean," Victoria’s lip twitched, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "you did say you wanted a drive-thru meal." 

“Holy shit. That was terrible. And forced. Like, no one says that. Ever.”

“Yeah but, it’s funny because I just ate you out in a car-”

“I fucking get it, Victoria.”

Thrice

“Dude…” Victoria drawled, long and languid. “This feels like … amazing, bro. Like, bro … it’s like … my entire body is a dick, and you’re just giving it like … a hella big hug. With your body, that’s also just one big pussy.”

“Mm.” Max responded, and from her collapsed position on top of Victoria, made a long, slow roll with her hips, creating as much friction between Victoria’s cock and her inner walls as she could. 

Victoria groaned, savouring the sensation. Max felt heavenly. She thrust her hips upwards, reciprocating Max's motion. 

Max made an appreciative noise, and kissed along Victoria's jawline. 

"Need to feel you." She whispered into Victoria's ear. "Need to feel more." She coupled her demand with a squeeze of her kegel muscles. 

"Would this help?" Victoria reached over to the nightstand and delicately picked up the half-smoked, neatly rolled joint that rested in a tray. 

Max eagerly accepted it, and took a long hit. "Fuck yeah." She enthused, as the warm, foggy hug enveloping her brain became a little warmer, a little tighter. 

"This was, like, such a great idea." Victoria pointed out, making a slow thrust into Max, appreciating the way her cock slid past hot, wet velvet. 

"Oh my god, agreed." Max groaned, pushing back against Victoria's cock. "I can't believe we never thought of this before."

Victoria cupped Max's cheek and kissed her, feeling like they were connected in every possible, intimate way. Max reciprocated, at the same time, brushing her fingers along Victoria's breasts, teasing the erect nipples she found there. 

"Max!" The taller woman gasped, for what felt like the millionth time. Her nipples were usually fairly sensitive during sex, but under the influence of the pot, Max's touch felt positively electric. She couldn't help but thrust a little harder, enough to cause Max to rear up with a cry. 

"Lie still!" Max breathed. She leaned back, using her arms to apply pressure to Victoria's thighs, forcing her legs down and for her to lay completely flat, deepening the penetration and thus the connection between them. 

"Yes! That's it!" Max keened, throwing her head back and rolling her hips into Victoria's cock. At the same time, she reached down and began circling her clit with nimble fingers. 

All Victoria could do was stare dumbly, content to let the sensations overwhelm her and hypnotized by the undulating, wave-like motions of Max's hips. Inside her lover, it felt like Max's inner walls were giving her cock a luxurious, deep tissue massage. Every time Max moved her hips forward, she felt a deeply pleasurable amount of friction as the area her head was pressed up against slid over the most sensitive part of her cock again, and again, and again. 

She didn't even realise she was about to cum until the orgasm was right upon her. 

"Fuck!" She gasped. "Max - I'm cumming-!" 

"Can't. Stop." Max gritted her teeth, furiously rubbing her clit. "Too close!" 

She kept going, kept rolling her hips, even as Victoria groaned and released herself inside Max, feeling her cock twitch and pulse as she pumped load after load into her lover. 

Even then, Max didn't stop, continuing to ride Victoria as her orgasm grew tantalizingly closer. 

"Max!" Victoria cried, half-sobbing from how sensitive her cock had become, and how hard Max was fucking her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as her brain promptly shut down from the overwhelming amount of sensations. 

Then, finally, Max came. Her walls slammed shut around Victoria's cock as her orgasm spread through her like rolling thunder. Her entire body shuddered, relishing the way the weed in her system amplified the effects of the orgasm. 

"Fuuuuuuck…" She moaned, savouring every last morsel of pleasure, bucking her hips in short, sharp increments. "You're so good, Vee."

Victoria didn't answer. She'd found herself gripped by a second, surprise orgasm, possibly brought on by the weed or even just the simple act of Max cumming around her. Even so, she burbled something approaching a human noise as she utterly emptied herself into Max. 

"Are you…?" Max didn't have to finish the question for Victoria to know what she meant. 

Even though it was a heraclean effort, Victoria nodded. 

"Woooow." Max grinned. "Not often that happens."

"Buuuh…" Victoria agreed 

Max giggled, and much to Victoria's disappointment, pulled off of her. A mix of both their releases splattered across Victoria's abdomen, but she found she didn't care. 

With the languid grace of a satisfied, high-as-balls cat, Max sidled into the bathroom. When she came out, she found Victoria hadn't moved a muscle, except to reach over and take a long hit of the joint. 

"Save some for me." She requested. 

Victoria extended her arm, exhaling a cloud of smoke and offering the roll-up, which Max took. 

As Max indulged, Victoria rolled over and grabbed her phone. She knew it was early morning, as they'd started making love literal hours earlier after getting high around midnight, but she had no idea precisely what time it was. 

When the dull orange glow of her lockscreen swam into view, she burst into laughter. 

"What?" Max asked. "What is it?" 

"Dude, you'll never believe what time it is."

Victoria held out her phone. 

Max laughed as well, she couldn't help it. 

The clock read four-twenty in the morning. 

Chapter Text

Overcoming 

Part II

Max clambered out of her car seat, groaning in the process. She stretched, feline-like, and let out a litany of noises that even the most liberal of persons would have described as positively orgasmic as her spine popped in multiple places. With a supportive hand braced against her lower back, she shuffled up to the front door and let herself in, cursing softly when she almost dropped her keys. 

“Babe?” She called as she let herself in. “You home? You got any ideas for dinner? I’m pretty sure I could murder, like, the biggest pizza legally allowed to be delivered.” She dropped her bag by the door and wandered into the living room.

“Babe?” She called again when there was no immediate answer. “Vee?”

‘Must be out’. Max thought, before allowing herself to fall face-first onto the couch. With a grunt of effort, she flipped herself onto her back, appreciating the softness of the cushions, as well as a few lingering echoes of Victoria's familiar scent. Location shoots always tired her out like nothing else, both mentally and physically - and that wasn't even counting the ninety-minute commute there and back again. 

Almost instantaneously, her eyes began to flicker closed, and she felt herself surrendering to the day's tiredness. 

A minute later, a soft snore escaped her mouth as Max fell asleep - with one arm hanging off the couch, naturally. 

A full twenty minutes went by. Max continued to snore. 

Then, a clack sounded as their bedroom door was quietly opened, and a figure began making their way down the stairs. 

The middle stair creaked loudly, as it always did when the weight of a person pressed down on it. 

Max, whose subconscious had evidently still been monitoring for any signs of her beloved partner, shot both upright and awake, just as the figure made their entrance into the living room.

"Vee?" Max croaked, still shaking off the effects of the impromptu nap. "I thought you were - holy shit!" 

Victoria - because of course it was her - smiled and looked down, blushing slightly and flashing gleaming white teeth. 

"What do you think?" She gestured to herself. 

Max's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Words, and even the capacity for coherent speech, promptly fled.

Victoria was wearing a dress. 

But not just any dress.

A. Dress . 

It was a slim, elegant evening gown, backless and extremely tightly fitted, with a high halter neck that doubled as a choker. The dress was a luxurious dark green in colour, and made of a soft, silken material that caught the light with every subtle movement of Victoria’s body. To complete the picture, two slits ran up the sides of her legs, baring just enough of Victoria’s toned thighs to hint at what lay underneath.

“Max?” Victoria prompted, amused at her partner’s dumbstruck expression. She cocked a hip and placed a hand on her waist, deliberately accentuating her figure. 

Max's eyes immediately zeroed in on her hips. 

Victoria smirked. 

"Does it look good?" She asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

"I." Max's mouth snapped shut. "Yes. Of course. I mean," she waved her arms in Victoria's general direction, indicating basically her whole self, "Like, holy fuck , you're absolutely jaw dropping."

Victoria performed a twirl, showing off the toned expanse of smooth skin and muscle that was her back, as well as displaying more of her long, elegant legs.

Max wolf whistled. "Work it, girl!" She enthused, grinning. 

Victoria looked down, blushing through her smile. 

"Though I gotta ask, what's the occasion? Not that I'm complaining." Max added. 

"I just…" Victoria paused for a moment to think. "I wanted to do something special, and my therapist is always saying I should practice more self love-" 

"I definitely like it when you practice your self love." Max interrupted with a wink. 

"Shut up and let me finish."

"Oh I'mma make you finish-" 

"Maxine."

"Got it. Shutting up now." 

"Anyway." Victoria continued. "I've had this dress forever and never had a chance to wear it, and I feel proud of myself for overcoming an intimacy barrier, so I put the dress on, and booked us a table at the restaurant with the koi fish we've wanted to go to for ages, so you're gonna go dress yourself up, and we're gonna have a super romantic date, and afterwards, I really want to make love to you."

Victoria finally stopped, her chest heaving with every breath she took. 

Max blinked no less than thirteen times in rapid succession. 

"Wow." Was initially the only thing Max could say. "I - yeah," she forced her brain to engage. "That sounds wonderful. Lemme go shower and throw something on and I'll be right with you."

"I'll be waiting." Victoria sat herself at the kitchen table, her posture immaculate as always. 

Max snuck another look at Victoria, taking in the elegant lines of her back and making a mental note to ask Victoria to model for her - while wearing the dress, naturally. Then, she tore her eyes away from her resplendent partner and hurried up the stairs two at a time. 

Twenty minutes later - only five of which had been needed for the shower, and the rest for blow drying her hair, applying some light eyeliner and selecting an outfit - Max returned. 

She'd picked out a pair of grey, high-waisted pants that narrowed around the knees and flared slightly at the ankles, giving a suggestion of a fishtail shape, and a black button down shirt with the top three buttons left undone, creating a plunging neckline that stopped just under her bust. 

Victoria cast an eye up and down her as Max descended the stairs. 

"Not too shabby." She declared, which Max knew was code for 'You look amazing'. 

"No bra?" She inquired, nodding at the section of Max's chest visible between the edges of the shirt, which was conspicuously bare. 

"Nope. But I'm wearing pasties, just in case." 

"Hot."

Max grinned and pulled her shirt open, revealing that she was indeed wearing said nipple pasties. 

Victoria bit her lip, momentarily letting slip just how worked up she already was, before forcing herself to regain her former composure - something Max undoubtedly noticed. 

"If you're done flashing your tits, we do need to go." She stood and grabbed her purse. 

"Yes, dear." Max followed, smiling to herself, and already anticipating what they were inevitably going to do after dinner. 

"Oh my god." Victoria set her chopsticks down and leaned back in her chair. "That was fucking delicious. Definitely worth the exorbitant price tag."

Max nodded in agreement, focusing on finishing off her meal. 

The two of them were sequestered away in a softly lit, intimate booth, close enough to the koi pond that snaked its way around the restaurant to appreciate the live fish swimming around, but also closed off enough that they had some privacy. 

Victoria had ordered dragon rolls, which consisted of unagi eel, shrimp tempura and avocado, packaged inside rice and wrapped with seaweed. Max had gone for her favourite sushi dish: spicy tuna rolls. 

Victoria placed her elbows on the table and rested her head delicately in her hands, content to simply sit and watch her partner enjoy the last few bites of her food. 

A minute or so later, Max cleared the final morsel and relinquished her chopsticks, making an exceedingly satisfied noise as she did so. 

"You sounded like you just creamed yourself." Victoria noted, with an amused, raised eyebrow. 

"Wouldn't you like to find out." Max cast a salacious look her way. 

"Yes. I would." Victoria inclined her head slightly, giving Max an intense 'fuck me' stare. 

Max placed a splayed hand over her chest in mock incredulity. 

"Oh my," she proclaimed, "The lady doth make some bold insinuations."

Victoria leaned further forwards, clasping Max's hands and running a foot up the inside of Max's leg. 

"The quicker we finish here, the quicker I can show you just how bold I can be."

Max giggled, and signalled for the bill. While they waited, she returned the favour, and reached under the table in order to run her fingers along Victoria's bare thigh. 

"How romantic." Max teased. "Are you gonna take me in front of a roaring log fire, with soft jazz in the background?" 

Victoria threw a discarded piece of seaweed at her, which Max dodged. 

"But seriously, I'm guessing it's because of the breakthrough you had the last time we were intimate?" 

Victoria nodded. "I think it's because it was such a positive experience. Like, I know you had to finish me off later-" 

Max waggled her eyebrows at the memory of giving enthusiastic head to Victoria, causing a small amount of colour to appear in her partner's cheeks. 

"- but the actual penetrative sex itself felt amazing." Victoria enthused.

"And if you want me, I want you." She finished. 

Max stared at her for a moment, a red flush already creeping its way across her chest. "Of course I want you." She half whispered, half moaned. Then, she looked impatiently around the restaurant. "Where the fuck is our waiter?" 

The two women stumbled through their front door, arms wrapped around each other and lips locked together. As soon as the threshold was cleared and the door closed behind them, Victoria wasted no time in hooking her hands under Max's butt and lifting her up. 

Max automatically wrapped her arms around Victoria's waist, feeling how hard her lover was already, and how Victoria's urgent need was clearly communicated through the way she pressed herself up against Max's heat. 

Max rolled her hips against her, drawing a tortured hiss from the taller woman. 

In response, Victoria squeezed Max's ass, digging her fingers into the soft flesh. She broke contact with Max's lips, instead choosing to focus on giving little, sharp nips up and down the side of Max's neck - and somehow managing to walk them over to the couch at the same time. 

When her legs hit the armrest, she leaned forward and deposited Max - who let out a small yelp as her world suddenly turned ninety degrees sideways - onto the couch with an undignified whump. 

Immediately, Victoria's fingers scrabbled at the buttons on Max's shirt. 

"Need these undone." She mumbled as she flicked them open. "Need to feel you."

She undid the last one, and threw Max's shirt open, before gently removing the nipple pasties still covering her breasts. 

"So beautiful…" Victoria whispered, taking in the flush creeping its way across Max's chest, the freckles dotted constellation-like across her smooth skin, and the hypnotic way Max's breasts rose and fell with every breath.

"Vee."

She looked up to find Max gazing down at her with heavily hooded eyes. 

"Kiss me."

Not needing to be told twice, Victoria leaned in, gently resting herself on top of Max and feeling the welcome, familiar body heat of her partner. 

Max drew Victoria into a luxuriously deep kiss, exploring Victoria's lips like it was the first time and not the thousandth, causing a riot of butterflies to explode in Victoria's stomach. 

Even though it had been well over a year since they'd begun dating, and months since 'I love yous' had been exchanged, Victoria still couldn't believe Max was hers. Hers to kiss. Hers to touch. Hers to taste. Hers to enjoy. 

A deep, uncontrollable urge to give her partner the deepest possible pleasure bloomed in her chest, and all Victoria could do was obey it. 

She broke the kiss, causing Max to make a small, disappointed moan - albeit it a moan that quickly turned into pleasurable gasps when Victoria began kissing her way down Max's neck, while her hands found Max's breasts, rolling pink, stiff nipples between forefinger and thumb. 

"Vee…!" Max gasped, pushing her breasts into Victoria's touch, demanding more. 

Victoria was only too happy to oblige, and replaced one of her hands with her mouth, flicking her tongue across the nipple while gently holding it between her teeth. After a few moments, she switched to the other nipple, repeating her actions until Max was a gasping, twitching ball of arousal underneath her. 

Victoria already knew Max was undoubtedly wet, but decided to prove her theory anyway. She slid a hand downward, brushing over Max's increasingly hot skin, and worked her way under the waistband of Max's pants, past the trim patch of hair, until she was able to slide her hand through soaking wet folds. 

Max cried out, automatically rolling her hips, wordlessly begging for Victoria for more. 

Victoria, mouth still occupied with Max's nipple, even as her fingers began to stroke, felt Max push down on her head. She smirked, knowing exactly what her partner wanted. 

In a flash, Max's pants were undone, and together with her panties, dragged down her legs and flung into the corner of the room, leaving Max entirely bare for Victoria to enjoy.

Victoria didn't bother to tease her partner, she was too intent on bringing her to orgasm. She gently pushed Max's legs apart, pausing for a very brief moment to appreciate just how beautiful her partner’s body was, then leaned in.

As Victoria’s tongue made contact with her clit, Max let out a satisfied mewl. Within seconds, her hands were grasping the back of Victoria’s head, gently but insistently encouraging her to keep going.

And keep going Victoria did. Her tongue performed intricate flicks, licks and curls, playing Max like a virtuoso pianist dancing their fingers across the keys. 

“Vee!” Max cried. She thrust her hips against Victoria’s face, barely able to keep up with the sweetest ecstasy her partner was delivering. Her legs clamped around Victoria’s head, locking her in place - not that Victoria would have ever wanted to move from her position between Max’s legs.

“I’m close!” Max whined. “Just a little- fuck!”

Victoria had pushed two fingers inside her, and once they curled against just the right spot, and together with Victoria’s talented tongue, Max came undone.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” She groaned as Victoria brought her to orgasm, her release soaking Victoria’s lips and chin, while her thighs shuddered uncontrollably. 

Victoria waited until Max’s orgasm abated, then sat up, grinning with pride. “How was that?” She asked, even though she already knew the answer.

“That,” Max breathed, “was very much appreciated. And enjoyable.”

“I am pretty talented at getting you off.” Victoria boasted, nonchalantly examining her fingernails.

“And you’re so humble.” Max dryly observed. 

“The humblest.” Victoria agreed.

The two women made eye contact, and burst into giggles.

“C’mere.” Max beckoned, still smiling, when the giggles had abated.

Victoria smiled back, and made her way back up her partner’s body, peppering it with featherlight kisses along the way, until she reached and reclaimed Max’s lips.

“Do you still wanna…?” Max mumbled into the kiss, punctuating her question by reaching down and grasping Victoria’s length through the dress.

Victoria nodded, closing her eyes and already struggling not to moan at Max’s delicate yet firm touch.

“Do you want to make love to me?” Max asked a second time, gently moving her hand up and down the hard shaft.

“Yes!” Victoria hissed.

To her dismay, Max removed her hand. “Then you need to go get the condoms.” Max said with a grin. “There’s a good girl.” She gave Victoria’s ass a smack.

“I-” Victoria tried to think of an insult, but in that instant, her brain betrayed her, giving her nothing. Instead, she wordlessly stood, and hurried up the stairs, moving ungracefully side to side because of her erection.

Max watched, and snorted to herself at the sight.

“Got them.” Victoria announced as she descended the stairs. “And I hope you appreciate it, because do you know how awkward it is to walk around around when you’re this hard-”

She stopped in her tracks, literally and figuratively. In the time it had taken her to retrieve the condoms, Max had taken a blanket off of the back of the couch and thrown it across the floor, where she’d laid herself sideways across it - still naked - with one hand draped elegantly over her hip, and the other supporting her head. Behind her, the TV was on, displaying a ten-hour video of a crackling fireplace.

Victoria burst into laughter. 

"You. Are such. A dork." She said through her giggles. "A romantic dork, but still a dork."

Max shrugged. "Sometimes a girl might actually want to have intimate relations in front of a log fire. And since we don't have an actual fireplace, this was the next best thing."

"I love it." Victoria proclaimed. "It's incredibly you."

"Get over here and I'll show you how me I can be." 

With a smirk and a sashay - as well as a very obvious tent in the front of her dress - Victoria joined Max, and lay down next to her on the blanket. 

Max kissed her again, slowly, lovingly, while her hand resumed its previous position on Victoria's length - but still just over the dress, not directly touching it.

"Hng." Victoria's breath hitched as Max's hand began to massage her. Max's touch always felt good, but right now, simply palming her over her clothes wasn't enough. 

"Touch me…" Victoria whispered, imploring her partner. 

“I am touching you.” Max playfully walked two fingers up her length.

“More!” Victoria begged.

“Oh, you mean…” Max slid her hand under the dress, under Victoria’s underwear, and grasped her directly. “Like this?”

“Yes!” Victoria choked out. 

Max grinned, and began leisurely stroking the hot shaft in her hand. “Does Victoria like? Does she like what little old Max is doing to her?”

Victoria resorted to nodding vigorously. She already didn’t trust herself to speak without babbling incoherently.

“How about if I go harder?” Max queried, immediately following up by picking up the pace.

Her reward was a high-pitched gasp from her already-writhing partner.

"Max!" 

"Do you like having my hand wrapped around your cock?" 

“Y-yeah!” Victoria stammered.

“How about my mouth?” Max whispered into her ear. 

The noise Victoria made upon hearing Max’s suggestion was nothing short of adorable. Max wished she could have recorded it to listen back to it later.

Seeing how that was impossible, Max instead began to move the front section of Victoria’s dress aside. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She teased.

Victoria nodded again, her eyes glued to Max’s actions. 

Max finished pulling the dress aside, and in no time at all, pulled down the waistband of Victoria’s underwear, exposing her hardness.

In a deliberately slow fashion, Max moved down her body until she was poised over Victoria’s length, so close that Victoria could feel her breath ghosting across the sensitive head. Then, maintaining eye contact the entire time, Max dipped down and took the head past her lips and into her mouth.

It took everything Victoria had to stop herself from finishing inside Max's mouth right then and there. 

Max seemed to notice this, as she hummed deep in her throat - causing Victoria to gasp - and as much as she was able to with Victoria's head in her mouth, smiled. 

"Oh god!" Victoria groaned as Max began to slide her lips up and down her shaft. Max's mouth felt even hotter, even softer than usual. Victoria found herself gripping the back of Max's head and thrusting upwards in small increments. Max took this as a form of encouragement, and took Victoria fully down her throat, eliciting a desperate cry from the taller woman. 

When she came back up, Max took hold of the now-slick shaft, and began stroking with a slow, deliberate pace, even as her lips and tongue massaged the head. 

"Fuck…" Victoria was enraptured by the sight of Max going down on her: from the way her fingers glided over her shaft, to how her tongue delicately flicked across her sensitive head.

"That feels incredible." Victoria continued, entwining her fingers in Max's hair. Her statement was true - Max was gifting her a symphony of sensations, drawing her to the very edge of sensitivity and drowning her in pleasurable bliss. 

In fact, too much bliss. 

Victoria felt her orgasm rising, much faster than she had anticipated, even after she'd forced it back down after Max had first taken her into her mouth. 

"Wait!" She gasped. "I - I'm too close, and I don't wanna cum yet, not before-"

"I'm getting the condom." Max declared. She picked the small foil square up from where it had been deposited on the floor and carefully bit it open. Meanwhile, Victoria scrambled to undress herself. She slid her underwear down and off her legs, and was in the process of undoing the clasp on the back of her dress when Max held out a hand, stopping her. 

"Keep the dress on." Max ordered. "I want you to wear it while we make love."

"I - yes." Victoria mumbled a vague acknowledgement. 

"Good. Now lie back. I want to do something for you." Max gently pushed on Victoria's shoulders, emphasising her command. Victoria obeyed, until she was lying flat on her back. Wracked with curiosity, she watched as Max pushed her dress up until her entire lower half was bare. Then, she took the condom out of the packet, and carefully placed it between her lips.

“What are you - oh!” Victoria’s question was cut short as Max leaned down and, using only her mouth, gently rolled the condom over the tip, across the thick ridge that separated head from shaft, then down the rest of her length until Max hit the base, effectively deep throating her.

“Holy shit.” Victoria whispered.

After a few seconds, Max came back up, grinning at her partner.

“I want you inside me.” She declared.

Victoria audibly swallowed, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

She didn’t have to wait long. Max straddled her, and after a couple of small adjustments, came to rest over Victoria’s cock, her outer lips brushing against the sensitive head.

“Tell me you want me.” Max took hold of Victoria, sliding her cock through her drenched folds.

“I want you.”

“Say you want me to take your hard cock into my warm, wet pussy.”

“I - fuck-” Victoria moaned, “I want you to take me inside.”

“Exact words, Vee.”

“I want you to take my hard cock into your warm, wet pussy.”

“And finally, I want you to say ‘take me until I cum inside you’.”

“I w-want you to take me until I … cum inside you.”

“Good girl.” Max smiled at her. Then, still holding Victoria’s length, she sank down, slipping the thick head past her entrance.

Victoria hissed at the sensation, which turned into a loud moan as Max continued to take her in until the entire length of her cock was fully buried inside her.

“Fuck. Me.” Victoria exclaimed

“I intend to.” Max replied, a raspy hint already audible at the edge of her voice.

She rocked her hips.

Victoria instinctively responded, meeting Max’s movement with a thrust of her own.

“How does it feel?” Max said from atop Victoria.

“Amazing.” Victoria breathed. “But it’s … different from when I was on top. It’s like you’re pressing down on me but squeezing at the same time, and it’s - oh fuck!” 

Max had interrupted her with a sharp roll of her hips, momentarily robbing Victoria of the power of speech. Then, she did it again, and again, until a vigorous rhythm was established. 

If Victoria had possessed any remaining doubts about engaging in penetrative sex with her partner, the way Max was riding her would have obliterated any lingering remnants of insecurities. 

“You … feel … incredible!” Victoria panted, focused solely on the way Max’s thrusts massaged and squeezed her, every movement bringing a new firework explosion of pleasure.

“So do you.” Max moaned. She leaned forwards, placing her hands on Victoria’s shoulders, which afforded her slightly more strength with which to bear down on her lover, turning her movements into half rolls, half bounces.

At this, Victoria cried out, her hands automatically gripping Max’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as her partner enthusiastically rode her.

“You feel … so good … inside me!” Max proclaimed, forcing the words out in between thrusts. “We should - hng - do this - fuck - more often.” Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, and a layer of hot sweat covered her entire body. She moved back a little, in the process placing her hands on Victoria’s abdomen for support - which, naturally, had the effect of pushing her breasts together, presenting Victoria with a wonderful view as Max’s rhythmic movements provided just the right amount of jiggle.

At the sight of Max so deeply and lovingly riding her, an irresistible urge to kiss her overcame Victoria. She reached up and drew Max down until their lips collided in a wet, messy kiss, and at the same time, instinctively wrapped her arms around Max’s back. It meant Max could no longer roll her hips, but, after a brief moment to figure out how to keep moving, Victoria realised that if she gripped Max’s butt, she could lift her partner up and down, while taking over the thrusting herself.

She did so, and the change in sensation from the previous massage-like rolling friction to thrusting her cock in and out of her partner caused them both to cry out.

It was technically a familiar position for both of them, as it was a favourite of Max's when they'd previously used a strapon if Max needed to be fucked just that little bit harder, but it was an entirely different feeling now that Victoria was inside Max herself. 

She found herself gripping Max's ass as hard as she could without bruising her, driving her down onto her cock with enough force that the slap of flesh meeting flesh became the dominant sound in the room, even over the liberal moaning and gasping coming from both of them. 

"Keep going!" Max pleaded. "Right there, that's it! Now harder!" 

Victoria barely even heard her, but as fortune had it, fucking Max hard enough to make her scream was her objective anyway. 

And scream Max did. 

The shorter woman let out a banshee-like shriek and collapsed on top of Victoria. A sudden release of liquid gushed out of her, covering both their thighs and turning the thwap of Max's ass meeting Victoria's thighs into something far wetter and - if it was even possible - lewder sounding. Victoria greeted her teeth as Max's inner walls squeezed her exquisitely, forcing her to stop her thrusting. 

"Keep going." Max repeated, even though she was still experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Want you - want you to cum."

Victoria attempted another movement, and was pleased to find that Max's orgasm had made her even wetter, and thus, easier to thrust into, and that the mental barrier that had affected her the first time was nowhere to be found. 

Spurred on by newfound confidence, Victoria firmly embraced her lover and flipped them over - drawing an adorable squeak from Max. 

They came to rest with Victoria on top, positioned firmly between Max's legs - which wrapped around Victoria's hips as soon as she resumed thrusting. 

"Max! Fuck, Max!" Victoria choked out, repeating her lover's name over and over, mantra-like, as she slammed her cock into Max's warmth, drawing gasps and frenzied, wordless whispers from the woman underneath her, who quivered and clenched every time Victoria's length filled her. 

Victoria looked down, and was entranced by what she saw: Max's eyes were closed, and her face betrayed an expression of purest ecstasy. Sweat had plastered her hair to her forehead, and coated her body in hundreds of tiny droplets, which glowed golden in the warm light of the recording of the fire still displayed on the TV. Victoria cast her gaze further down, taking in the way Max's breasts moved with every thrust, and the clenching of her abdominal muscles every time Victoria filled her. 

A deep, instinctual urge overcame Victoria: an urge to claim her, to take her, to make Max hers beyond any doubt. 

She looked back up, desperate for some way to communicate how she felt, and found Max's hand waiting to cup her cheek, a beatific smile upon her freckled face. 

Their eyes met. 

In an instant, Victoria experienced a vivid recollection of memories, all rushing through her at once. She relived their first date, and the longing she'd felt after a goodbye hug. Their first kiss, tentative and soft and filled with a million butterflies. Their first sloppy makeout session, brought on by an accidental drinking competition. Their first dance - a treasured memory, even though they both possessed the two left feet of the terminally rhythmically challenged. And, finally, the first time they undressed each other, in the forgiving darkness of Max's old apartment, softly touching each other, exploring their bodies amidst heated whispers until gentle releases overcame them both. 

She was close. Dangerously so. And she could tell Max could sense it. 

"I love you." Max whispered. 

And Victoria broke. 

"Max!" She cried out in one final utterance. Her body tensed up almost beyond all tolerance, and then it was like her body turned to liquid as she came … and came … and came. As well as her release, it felt like she poured her entire soul into Max, who caressed and held her, and whispered gentle words of encouragement as Victoria rode out her orgasm. Then, when it was finally over, and Victoria’s body was wracked with breath after heavy breath, she drew Victoria into a tight embrace.

They stayed like that for a long while, simply being with each other as sweat cooled, muscles relaxed and breathing slowly returned to normal. 

Eventually, Victoria pushed herself up on shaky arms, to find Max gazing up at her with the most loving expression she’d ever seen.

“So,” Max reached up and stroked Victoria’s cheek, “How was it?” 

“Magical.” Victoria breathed. “And not just, y’know, you making me cum. This entire night has been amazing.”

“On that, we can definitely agree.” Max smiled. She patted Victoria’s butt. “Can you pull out?”

“Oh, right, sorry.” Victoria hadn’t even realised she was still inside Max. Gently, she pulled out, not wanting to cause Max any discomfort.

“Wow,” Max noted when she saw the condom, and just how much Victoria had filled it. “You came, like, a lot. You could even say you overcame your issues.”

“I’m surprised that you’re surprised.” Victoria ignored Max’s terrible pun as she slowly removed the condom and tied it up. “Because A. You are incredibly hot, and B. Who wouldn’t cum buckets after sex like that?”

“‘Cum buckets’? Oh my god, Vee.”

Victoria shrugged. “You know I have a filthy mouth.”

“Damn right you do.” Max grinned, and pushed herself into a sitting position. She stretched, holding her arms high above her head, knowing Victoria would never miss an opportunity to appreciate her body. She was, of course, entirely right. Victoria’s gaze zeroed in on the way her stomach flattened out and the enticing silhouette Max’s body formed.

Her length - which, although already softened - twitched. 

Max noticed.

“Oh my, is someone already up for round two?” She flirted - only somewhat jokingly.

Victoria looked down, assessing. She gave the shaft an experimental couple of strokes, but almost jumped when it proved to be far too sensitive still.

“Maybe later. I think I’ve gotta recharge first.” She admitted.

“Fair. But what do we do until then?” Max questioned.

“How about you, me, ice-cream, a blanket, and a movie?” Victoria suggested. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but seeing as I’m in a very good mood, I’ll even let you put Final Fantasy: Spirits Within on.”

Max’s resulting grin could’ve been seen from the stratosphere. “You’re shitting me. Really?”

“I shitteth you not.”

“You get the ice-cream, I’mma go get the movie.” Max ordered, already flipping through their movie collection. 

Victoria snorted to herself. Max hadn’t even bothered to put on clothes yet.

Before retrieving the delicious frozen dessert that awaited them, she headed upstairs to change out of her dress. As she removed the silky material and hopped into a comfortable pair of PJ’s, she caught a reflection of herself in the wardrobe mirror. Her hair was mussed up and her makeup ruined, and a dopamine-induced grin was still plastered across her face. For all intents and purposes, she looked exactly like someone who’d just had their brains fucked out.

Victoria thought she’d never looked better. 

Chapter Text

Mutually Assured Self Completion

Victoria yawned, and stretched in her desk chair. She felt something in her neck pop, and grimaced at the slight discomfort that followed. She absent mindedly massaged her neck as she contemplated the photo she had open in PhotoShop. Something about it was bugging her, but she didn’t know what. Maybe it was the white balance? No, that couldn’t be it, she’d checked it multiple times on the day, and made sure it was perfect. If it wasn’t the white balance, maybe it was the framing, or the colour grading?

She was so engrossed in figuring out just what the fuck was wrong that she almost missed her phone vibrating on the desk, indicating an incoming call.

“Damn it.” She cursed, almost dropping it in her attempt to pick it up. When she did so, Victoria was surprised to see it was Max who was calling her. She cast a confused look up at the ceiling. Max was already in bed, having declared she was tired a couple of hours ago, given Victoria a kiss on the cheek, and made her way upstairs.

So why was Max calling her?

“What’s up?” Victoria finally answered the call. “Thought you’d gone to sleep?”

“I tried to.” Max’s voice emanated from the speaker. “Couldn’t. Plus, I miss you. Come to bed and watch internet stuff with me?”

“I’ve gotta finish this, babe.” 

“But cuddles.” Victoria could practically hear the pout in Max’s voice.

She sighed, and closed the laptop. She probably wasn’t going to finish editing that night anyway.

“Coming.” She declared. “Warm up the bed for me, will ya?”

“Already on it.” Max giggled, and hung up.

Victoria stifled another yawn, turned off the downstairs lights, and ascended the stairs. She shivered a little in the relatively cool length of the landing, and idly thought that the nights were definitely becoming progressively colder.

“Hope that bed is all warmed up.” She announced as she entered the bedroom. “Otherwise I’m just gonna have to use you to warm me - oh.”

“Hi.” Max cheerily waved. 

Her partner was, indeed, in bed, but the covers only came partway up her legs, as Max had pulled her PJ bottoms and underwear down to expose a substantial portion of her lower half. A Hitachi wand rested between her legs, although Victoria couldn’t help but notice it hadn’t been turned on yet. What was more, Max’s laptop rested on her knees, currently in the middle of playing a video. Victoria raised an eyebrow as she saw what Max was watching: their mutual favourite lesbian couple, who both of them were happy to support on OnlyFans.

“I thought you wanted me to come and watch, and I quote, ‘internet stuff’ with you?” Victoria quipped.

“Yep. That’s exactly what I said.” Max grinned. “Porn is internet stuff.”

"... Goddamn it why do you have to be right all the time?" Victoria muttered, rubbing her forehead in mock frustration. 

"It's a natural talent." Max's grin grew wider. She patted the space next to her, indicating Victoria should lie down. "Now come on, Jinx is about to rail Yvie with the strappy.”

“Ooh, it’s that part?” Victoria swiftly clambered - fully clothed - into the bed, settling down next to Max, who snickered at Victoria’s sudden enthusiasm before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

On the screen, a petite redheaded woman was knelt behind her curvier, darker skinned partner, lining up a vivid, rainbow-coloured strap-on. She pushed forward and entered her, drawing a low moan from her on-screen lover.

“Always love the way she moans.” There was a slight, husky edge to Max’s voice. She still hadn’t turned the wand on, but Victoria’s eyes were drawn to Max’s fingers, which were rubbing lazy circles around her clit.

“They’re both hella hot.” Victoria agreed. As the redhead set a vigorous pace, she could feel herself rapidly hardening, a result of both the liberal moans coming from the laptop speaker, and the fact that Max was rubbing herself literally right next to her.

“How far do you wanna…?” Victoria left the question open ended, giving Max however much agency she wanted to have.

“To be honest,” Max groaned a little, “I mostly wanna sleep, and rubbing one out helps with that, but I didn’t want you to be left out, so I figured we could just watch the two ladies here fuck each others’ brains out, and jerk off together?”

“Mm, that sounds great.” Victoria unbuttoned her pants and kicked them off, leaving her in just her shirt and boyshorts.

“C’mere.” Max drew her in for a kiss once the pants had been swiftly disposed of. Victoria gladly reciprocated, letting Max set the pace.

Max kissed her slowly, lazily, kissing her for the sense of intimacy it brought rather than trying to rush anything.

After a few moments, Max’s breath hitched, and she gasped softly into the kiss. Victoria didn’t even need to look away to know Max’s fingers had sped up. 

“Aren’t you gonna touch yourself?” Max whispered.

“Aren’t you gonna use your wand?” Victoria countered.

“Fair point.” Max conceded, and a few seconds later, Victoria heard the tell-tale buzz as it was activated, and immediately felt Max tense up a little as the vibrating head made contact with her clit.

“Fuck!” Max broke away from the kiss, and returned her attention to the screen, where the two women were pounding each other with a harsh, hard pace. A litany of moans escaped the both of them, and together with Max’s own increasing volume, gave Victoria plenty to work with.

She reached down and hastily slipped her length free of her boyshorts, immediately and firmly gripping it, and setting a firm pace.

On-screen, the woman currently doing an admirable job of taking the strap-on let out a cry and arched her back as she came, encouraged by her partner, who never let up the pace even for a second.

“That’s so fucking hot.” Max moaned, watching intently . “Next time we fuck, take me like that!”

“You got a deal.” Victoria groaned, trying to pay attention to both the vigorous fucking taking place on Max's laptop, and the way Max was now grinding her hips into the wand. She shifted a little closer to Max, subconsciously angling her cock towards her gasping partner. 

"Max!" Victoria whined, stroking herself ever faster, almost in rhythm with the motion of Max's hips. "You have no idea how much I love watching you touch yourself."

"I'm - hnh - pretty sure I - fuck - do." Max countered, indicating Victoria's hand wrapped tightly around her cock and flying along the shaft at an almost brutal pace. "And for what it's worth, I love watching you stroke that hard cock, all for me."

"Fuck ." Victoria gasped. "Your dirty talk is always such a turn on."

"Same to you." Max looked over and smiled, before returning her attention to the screen. "Ooh, this is the best part!"

The two women had changed position, with the redhead having pinned her partner underneath her, both legs over her shoulders, in order to pound into her with impressive athleticism. As Max and Victoria watched, her partner shrieked, and a second later, squirted hard enough to hit the redhead in the face. 

"That…  always… gets me… off!" Max panted, pressing the wand into her clit like her life depended on it. 

"You close?" Victoria asked, although the question was basically rhetorical. From the way Max's abdominals were clenching, she knew her partner only had a minute left, if that. She abandoned paying any attention to the porn, choosing to focus only on the movements and gasps of the woman lying next to her. 

"Yes!" Max managed to squeak out. "You?" 

"Definitely." Victoria admitted. 

Suddenly, Max rolled to her right, unceremoniously dumping the laptop off her knees and onto the mattress. She kept her legs open enough to keep the wand in place, now violently rocking her hips into it. 

"Kiss me!" Max demanded. 

Victoria instinctively obeyed. She mirrored Max, and rolled to her left, facing her partner. She'd barely managed to settle before Max's lips attacked her own. 

"Wanna cum with you…" Max whispered into the kiss. She swung a leg over Victoria’s hip, bringing her even closer.

If Victoria somehow hadn't been close before, Max's words would have done the trick. She kissed Max back, trying to convey with her lips what she didn't trust to put into words.

Then, Max stiffened, and a fragmented moan escaped her lips as she achieved her release. It wasn't a shrieking, violent, thigh-shuddering orgasm like the ones Victoria regularly gave her, but it was enough. 

"Vee… " Max whispered as her orgasm slowly wound down. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

"Of course!” Victoria gasped. "You always make me wanna- oh god!”

With a final few slick pumps, her orgasm hit. Victoria's breath caught in her throat as she thrust her hips forward, and covered Max's lower belly and hip with several thick jets of liquid in a series of energetic spurts.

For a few moments, they simply laid there, appreciating each others’ body heat, and listening to each others’ breathing as it returned to normal.

“Love you.” Max eventually mumbled, already half asleep, although she still possessed the energy to reach down and turn the wand off.

Victoria smiled to herself. Clearly, Max had been right about orgasms helping her sleep. 

“Clean me up. Too tired.” Max continued, gesturing vaguely downwards at the liquid arrayed in streaks across her lower body.

Victoria kissed her on the forehead, earning a small, satisfied grunt from Max, then reached for the ever-present pack of tissues and wiped Max clean. She’d barely even finished before Max began snoring. Afterwards, she stopped to appreciate Max's satisfied-looking, sleeping face.

‘Urgh, fuck yeah, slap my tits!’ 

Victoria almost jumped at the sudden sound, but when she remembered about the video still playing on the laptop, had to stifle a giggle. She reached over, closed the video player, then gently closed the lid, leaving it on the bedside table. 

Max mumbled something unintelligible and rolled onto her front, causing Victoria to shake her head in amusement when she saw Max hadn’t bothered to pull up her PJ’s or her underwear before she fell asleep, leaving her splayed out on her front, literally ass-out. 

Still smiling, Victoria whispered “Good night.” Then carefully extricated herself from the bed, turned off the light, and let herself out.

Chapter Text

Hot Yoga

Up until now, Victoria noted, it had been a relaxing, normal, mid-November Sunday morning, just like the hundreds of Sunday mornings they’d already jointly lived through.

She’d gotten up, left a stirring-but-not-quite-awake Max in the bed, pulled some comfortable sweats on and wandered downstairs to make herself a coffee. She selected a delicious Colombian blend and set about the process of making herself a cup. Five minutes later, with the beans brewed, filtered, creamed and sugared, Victoria settled into her favourite seat in the living room - a slightly battered beanbag chair - and opened her e-library with the intent of reading something that didn’t require too much thought. She settled on some ridiculous-yet-funny novella about sentient butts and their propensity for, somewhat paradoxically, pounding their own owners in the butt. 

She’d just started reading, and taken literally one sip of coffee, when she heard a moan from upstairs. 

Her ears immediately perked up, as did one of her eyebrows. 

She gave it a minute, just to make sure she’d actually heard what she thought she heard. She had: a few seconds later, a second moan emanated from the bedroom.

Curiosity unavoidably piqued, Victoria set her coffee down and manoeuvred herself out of the beanbag chair. She crept up the stairs, mind racing through possibilities. Was Max playing with herself? And if she was, what exactly was she doing? Was she using toys? Victoria couldn’t hear the tell-tale buzz of a vibrator, so it had to be something else. Maybe she was just using fingers, sliding them through slick, glistening folds. 

Victoria looked down, noting the conspicuous bulge in the front of her sweats. She was already at half-mast and she hadn't even seen what Max was doing yet. 

With a soft click, she opened the bedroom door, and quietly let herself in.

Whatever she had been expecting, seeing Max clad in a sports bra and leggings, spread out on a mat and already visibly sweating was not one of those expectations.

“Are you…” Victoria blurted, unable to contain her surprise “... doing yoga?” 

“Trying… to!” Max confirmed, not without substantial effort - and yet more moaning. 

“But why?” Victoria asked her, bemused. “You’ve never done yoga in your life.”

“Wanted to … keep up with … you!” Max gasped as she changed position from a low lunge into locust.

“‘Keep up with’ - Max, I don’t even do yoga.” Victoria pointed out.

“Yeah but … you run .. and stuff … wanna keep fit!” 

“And you picked yoga?”

“Seemed like … an easy … option?”

Victoria smirked in amusement and raised an eyebrow. “And how’s that working out for you?” She intoned, with only a few notes of obvious sarcasm.

“Just - ow, fuck - fine.” Max threw her a look that practically screamed ‘don’t you dare’.

Victoria leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms, a grin splitting her face. “Oh no, if you’re doing fine, by all means keep going. I’m just here to enjoy the show.”

Max glared at her. “Fuck … you.”

“Maybe later, if you behave.” Victoria’s grin grew wider.

Max tried to flip her the bird, but almost fell on her face as a result. 

Victoria snorted. “Not my fault if you’re getting flustered.”

Max pouted, but stuck with the program anyway, and moved onto the next pose.

Unfortunately for Victoria - and her still-present semi - the new pose was downward facing dog.

As Max bent over, Victoria tried to - and ultimately failed - to suppress a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes immediately and inevitably locked onto Max’s ass, thrust into high relief by her position and tantalisingly contoured by the tightness of the yoga pants. Combined with the sports bra and the sweat plastered to Max’s skin, Victoria had absolutely no chance.

“God- damn.” She breathed, feeling herself hardening yet further, forming an impressive tent in the front of her sweats.

“Now who’s flustered?” Even though Max was facing away from her, Victoria could tell she was grinning.

“Shut up.” Victoria commanded, even as she took several steps forward, enough to cover the distance between them, and placed both hands on either side of Max’s ass.

“Do you mind?” Max giggled. “Trying to exercise here.” Even so, she pushed her hip back a little, pressing her butt further into Victoria’s hands, knowing the effect it would have.

“I said shut up.” Victoria growled. She yanked Max towards her, pulling her flush up against her and pressing her copious bulge up against Max’s yoga pants-clad posterior.

“Oh my,” The photographer breathed, feeling Victoria’s obvious erection pushing into her backside, “Is my ass in yoga pants enough to get you that worked up?”

“Maybe…” Victoria groaned, gently grinding herself against her partner.

With some effort, Max pushed herself up off the floor, bringing herself upright enough to give Victoria more leverage against her. 

“I think it is.” She continued. “And I think you’re turned on enough that I wouldn’t even have to touch you to make you cum.”

Victoria swallowed. It had technically been a few days since she’d last cum, something her now-aching cock was insistently reminding her of. Plus, Max’s statement had already sent her mind tumbling through possibilities concerning just what she meant by ‘I wouldn’t even have to touch you…’

“W-what have you got in mind?” Her voice audibly quivered.

“One sec.” Max disengaged - making Victoria’s cock twitch in frustration - and moved over to the dresser, where she braced herself against it. 

“Hold me like before.” She ordered.

Victoria obeyed, planting her hands firmly on Max’s ass once more and pressing her insistent length against her.

“Take your cock out.” 

In a flash, Victoria yanked her sweats and underwear down, freeing her length. Precum leaked from the tip, leaving wet streaks across Max’s yoga pants as Victoria pressed herself back up against her butt.

“No, not there.” Max gently teased her. She opened her legs a little, gesturing between them. “Here, since you apparently like me in yoga pants so much.”

A little hesitantly, but with mounting curiosity, Victoria took hold of her cock and guided it downwards, between Max’s fully clothed thighs, brushing slightly against the heat of Max’s core.

“Good girl.” Max clamped her thighs shut, gripping Victoria’s hard, throbbing cock as much as she could, drawing an immediate groan from the taller woman.

“Now, take me like this.” She commanded.

Victoria performed a short thrust, and immediately decided the friction she felt from the yoga pants, and the way Max's thighs squeezed her length was definitely enough to get her off. 

Throwing caution to the wind, she firmly gripped Max's hips and set a hard, relentless pace, spurred on by the demands of her rampant libido - and almost pushing Mac into the dresser with the force of her thrusts. 

"Oh my god…" she groaned, relishing the muffled thwap of her thrusts meeting Max's thighs and ass, and feeling almost overwhelmed by the friction the yoga pants offered and how Max's thighs were squeezing her shaft. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Max's question came as a breathy, wavering whisper as Victoria took her. 

"Definitely…" Victoria closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations and maintaining her pace. 

"Yeah?" Max groaned, shifting herself ever so slightly in order to allow Victoria's length to rub against her sex. "You like having your cock between my thighs, and feeling how much I can squeeze it?" 

"Yes!" Victoria choked out. Her thrusts, once harsh but controlled, were becoming steadily more erratic as she felt the urge to cum steadily overtaking her body. 

"Can you - oh god, Vee - can you feel how hot my pussy is?" Max moaned as she angled her hips for even more contact with Victoria's shaft. 

Somehow, Victoria managed to force out an affirmation. She was telling the truth, even through the nylon and synthetic fibres of Max's leggings, she could feel a steady amount of heat emanating from between Max's legs. It did nothing but spur her on and draw her closer to inevitably exploding all over her lover's thighs. 

Out of instinct, she dug her fingers into the flesh of Max's hips - no doubt leaving an impression of her hands even with the material of the leggings in the way. She gritted her teeth, feeling sweat dripping down her forehead from the pace of her exertions. 

"Are you getting close? I think you are…" Max teased as Victoria's hips slammed against hers, increasing in pace until Victoria's thrusts were in danger of becoming completely uncontrolled as she neared her limit. 

"I can always tell when you need to cum, because you fuck me like it's gonna be the last time…" Max reached down and placed a hand in front of the gap between her thighs that Victoria's cock was filling, so that, with every thrust, the slick head brushed against her palm, causing Victoria to suck in air through gritted teeth. 

"Are you gonna cum, Vee? Are you gonna take your hard, throbbing cock and fuck my thighs until you you cum all over me?”

“Yeah!” Victoria whined.

“Show me.” Max ordered her. 

With a strangled cry, Victoria pushed her hips forward one final time as her cock pulsed multiple times in quick succession, covering Max’s thighs in thick, sticky liquid. It splattered across her leggings in a generous series of streaks and drops, staining the synthetic material with her offering. 

“Max!” Victoria moaned as her orgasm swiftly turned her into a shuddering, quivering mess.

Without warning, her legs gave out, and she collapsed backwards onto the floor, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. However, she barely had time to register what was happening before Max - who had hurriedly stripped off her sullied leggings and drenched underwear, leaving her in just the sports bra - knelt over her, still facing away, and in one smooth motion, took hold of Victoria’s still-rigid cock and sank down on it.

Victoria gasped at the same time Max moaned at the sudden, somewhat unexpected entry, made all the easier by the cum dribbling down Victoria’s cock, and Max’s own wetness.

Max, clearly determined for an orgasm of her own, didn’t give Victoria a chance to adjust. She immediately began grinding her hips against her lover, deepening the penetration as much as she could, and at the same time frantically rubbed her clit.

“Right there!” Max keened. “Don’t you dare move, I need to cum so fucking bad!” 

Even if she’d wanted to, Victoria wouldn’t have been able to do anything else except lie there and squeeze her eyes shut and grit her teeth and struggle not to be overwhelmed as Max desperately rode her over-sensitive cock. 

Not even a minute later, Max came undone. She leaned back, and let out a series of high gasps and unintelligible words as her thighs and stomach clenched, and her release splashed across Victoria’s own thighs.

Inside, Victoria felt Max’s walls squeeze her length to the point where she didn’t know if she felt pleasure or pain. All she could do was ride it out.

After a few moments, Max stilled, and let herself fall back against her partner. There they lay, back against front, until their breathing slowed and the warmth of the afterglow was all either of them cared about. 

"That felt amazing." Victoria eventually ventured. 

"Which bit?" Max reached back to run her fingers through Victoria's hair. "The part where you dry humped me until you came all over my thighs, or the part where I fucked you until I came all over yours?"  

"... Yes."

"That's cheating." Max giggled. 

"Don't care." 

Max giggled again, and with enough care to cause neither of them any discomfort, pulled off of Victoria. Then, naked aside from her sports bra, she stood, and inspected her sullied yoga pants.

They were, for lack of a better term, drenched in Victoria's cum. 

"That's literally my only pair of yoga pants, and you just bukakke'd them." She snorted. 

"I'm not apologising." Victoria stated, still floor-bound. 

"Definitely gonna have to wash them." Max continued to tease her. "Didn't even get to finish the session, either."

"I'll finish your session." Victoria grinned. 

"Really? That's your response?"

"Yup."

Max rolled her eyes, then gave herself a sniff. "I'm gonna shower." She declared. 

"And you," she threw her leggings at Victoria, who snatched them out of the air, "get the honour of handling the clean-up."

"Fair." Victoria examined the leggings. "Holy shit, I came a ton."

"And that's why you're doing the laundry." With a wink, Max disappeared into the bathroom, stripping off her sole remaining item of clothing as she did so… 

Some hours later, Max yawned as she flicked through Netflix, trying to determine what she was in the mood to watch. 

As she scrolled, she idly registered the sound of Victoria coming down the stairs, however she didn't bother looking over until she heard Victoria's footsteps heading in the direction of the door. 

What she saw made her raise her eyebrows in disbelief. Victoria was clad in an almost identical outfit to what she herself had been wearing earlier: a sports bra and a pair of extremely tight fitting leggings. Victoria was also bent over, tying her shoelaces in a way that Max knew was designed to rile her up. 

And rile her it did. 

"Oh fuck you." She intoned, accusingly. 

"What? Sorry, can't hear you." Victoria grinned as she put in her earbuds, pointing to them for emphasis. 

"I said-" Max began again. 

"Still can't hear you, going for a run, love you, bye!" And with that rapid-fire sentence, Victoria was out the door before Max could form a retort. 

Max narrowed her eyes, staring at the closed door. 

Vengeance. She decided. Vengeance would have to be had. 

Chapter Text

It's Time To Strap

Several days had passed since "The Yoga Incident", as it later came to be known by the both of them. 

Max had not yet enacted her vengeance. No, instead, she'd been thinking of precisely what vengeance should - and more importantly, feel like - and once she'd hit upon an idea, her time had been occupied with planning, sourcing the right materials, and once her secret project was complete, awaiting the right opportunity. 

Said opportunity came exactly one week after the Yoga Incident. Unfortunately, it had been raining most of the week, so when Victoria went for her every-other-day-evening-run, she'd been forced to wear her waterproof jogging pants, and not the leggings that were so integral to Max's plan. But on the Sunday, the clouds miraculously cleared, and the sun shone blazingly through. 

Max waited, practically on tenterhooks, for almost the entire day before Victoria deigned it was time to change into appropriate leggings, a cropped sports top, her favourite sneakers, and after giving Max a quick smooch, let herself out. 

After waiting a minute or two to be certain she was indeed gone, Max scrambled into action, taking the stairs two at a time as she hurriedly stripped off her shirt and sweatpants. Now nude, except for her panties, Max burst into their shared bedroom, where she proceeded to dig a box out from under the bed. Normally, it was used as a memory box, but Max knew for a fact neither of them had used it in months, making it perfect storage for her little project. 

She opened the box and retrieved the relevant articles, pausing to admire the alternating black and pink colour pattern of the material, before hurriedly donning the entire ensemble. Then, after checking everything was secure, she settled on the bed, and waited. 

Victoria pushed the front door open, her breath coming in ragged pants as she crossed the threshold and entered their home. She retrieved her phone from her pocket, paused her music, then opened her running app, where she stopped the run, and waited for a few seconds until it could give her an overview of her performance. 

"Not bad." She said to herself once it displayed her statistics. Fifteen kilometres in an hour and change was definitely a good result for her. 

Feeling proud of herself, she stripped off her running shoes and wandered into the kitchen, where she poured herself a generous glass of water and chugged it in a matter of seconds. 

"Max?" she called after refilling her glass, noting the empty first floor. "Babe?" 

"Upstairs!" Came the single-worded reply. 

Victoria's eyebrow hiked itself upwards by a small-yet-visible increment. She knew that tone of voice: Max was being coy, and Max being coy often meant she was up to something of the shenanigan-based variety. 

Her interest unavoidably piqued, Victoria ascended the stairs. 

"What are you up to?" she called as she reached the landing. 

"Spoilers!" Max's voice emanated from the bedroom. 

Victoria's pulse began to quicken. Not only was Max being coy, she was also being secretive. And when Max was being secretive… Victoria bit her lip as she felt her shaft slowly hardening at the tantalising possibility that she might not be able to walk straight for a few days. 

With her heartbeat now thundering in her ears, Victoria pushed the bedroom door open. What she saw therein caused an immediate, sharp intake of breath.

“... Oh. " she managed to eventually gasp.

"Right?" Max smirked, playfully twirling a strand of hair around her finger. 

Her outfit - and the project she'd taken so much care putting together - was a harness, consisting of alternating black and pink biothane strips connected by steel rings. It looped around her waist and hips, travelled up her stomach, where it then split into two diamond-shaped cut-outs around her otherwise completely bare breasts, and finally connected to a securely fastened collar around Max's neck, which allowed the harness to be almost entirely backless, aside from a pair of joined strips that connected the two outermost clips of the two diamond shapes. 

To complete the ensemble, Max was also wearing Victoria's fitted boxers, from which their favourite strap-on proudly jutted.

Victoria audibly swallowed. 

"Be a good girl and shut the door." Max grinned lasciviously.

Still dumbfounded, Victoria automatically shut the door behind her back  with a soft clack. 

"I-" she began to say, and then Max was upon her, forcing her up against the hard, wooden surface, her lips immediately everywhere: peppering kisses along her jawline, nibbling her way down her neck, and of course, crushed against Victoria's own lips. 

"Nng!" Victoria exclaimed into the kiss, feeling Max thrust her hips forward, grinding the strap-on against her own copious erection. She reacted in kind, taking hold of Max's waist and thrusting up against her. 

To her surprise, Max immediately drew away. Her hand shot up and grabbed Victoria by the jaw, forcing her head to turn to the side. 

"No." she growled. "You do what I say, when I say it. Understand?" 

Victoria made a vague, half-hearted protest, but only insofar as to fulfil her part of the little game they were playing. 

Out-of-character, Max smiled. In-character, she shoved Victoria further up against the door. 

"Don't be a brat." she chastised the taller woman, leaning in to whisper it directly into her ear. "Now go in the bathroom and get that pretty little ass of yours ready, because when you get out, I'm going to fuck it. "

For emphasis, she reached around and grabbed a handful of Victoria's butt, as well as poking the strap-on between her legs. 

Victoria bit her lip, it was the only thing she could do to stop herself from outright moaning. 

"There's a good girl." Max sent her on her way with a light-hearted slap of the ass. 

Dumbly, and without a word, Victoria obeyed, shuffling towards the bathroom with a gait made awkward by her hardened shaft. 

Once inside, she stripped off, and ran through the various preparations, finishing off by applying generous amounts of lube to the appropriate orifice. When it was applied, she made sure to bring the bottle with her, as she knew the strap-on would also need the same treatment. 

However, once she made her way back into the bedroom, Max raised a discontented eyebrow at her. 

"Who said anything about stripping?" she pointed out. 

"But you didn't-" Victoria blinked, interrupting herself. Her immediate urge was to continue protesting and insist that, yes, Max had told her to strip, thank-you-very-much, but when she mentally reviewed what Max had actually said, she found that nowhere had Max mentioned any actual nudity. 

"Fuck." She admitted. "You're right."

"Duh." Max replied. "Now put those back on." She ordered, indicating the sports bra and leggings Victoria had left on the bathroom counter. "Leave the panties." Max finished with a grin. 

Victoria followed Max's command, and donned her briefly discarded clothes - aside from her underwear, per Max's request - even though both garments were still scented with the musky smell of her sweat. 

"Attagirl." Max cooed, watching Victoria pull her leggings up and over her butt. "Now bend over the bed."

With a shudder and an audible intake of breath, Victoria did so, automatically spreading her legs with the knowledge of what Max planned to do to her. Then, she closed her eyes, and waited. 

She heard Max sidle around the bed with dainty, precise footsteps, until Max was positioned behind. Then, she felt hands on her hips as Max took a moment to enjoy seeing her partner bent over in front of her, before she felt Max grip the waistband of her leggings and begin to pull them down. 

"But I just put those back on." She pointed out, although both her and Max knew that her little protest was perfunctory at best. 

"Relax. I'm not taking them entirely off." Max replied, affectionately scraping her nails across Victoria's lower back. "I just need this much." She paired her words with a firm pull on the leggings, dragging them down enough to expose her ass, but not enough to free her erection, which remained frustratingly trapped within the confines of the leggings. 

"Lube." Max demanded, before Victoria could ask Max precisely why she hadn't pulled the leggings down enough for her cock to spring free. 

She handed the small bottle over, and a moment later heard the tell-tale squick-squick as Max applied it to the strap-on. 

Next, Max bent and leaned over her, letting her feel the hard silicone length pressed up against her rear. 

"Are you ready?" She whispered into Victoria's ear. 

"Yes." Victoria whispered back with an audible shudder. 

She felt Max spread her, enough to gain access, and shivered as she felt the familiar, smooth head of the strap-on press against her entrance. 

"Tell me if it's too much." Max broke character for a second, solely to provide the affirmation. 

Victoria nodded, feeling too much anticipation to respond verbally. 

Then, she let out a loud, harsh gasp as the insistent pressure turned into a briefly sharp pain as the head pushed inside, then moaned long and low as the pain turned back into pressure, accompanied by an almost unbelievably tight feeling of being stretched and filled as Max - very, very slowly - pushed the first few inches in. 

"Oh god!" Victoria choked when Max eventually bottomed out inside her. They stayed like that for a few moments, Victoria twitching and shuddering as she adjusted to having the entire length of the strap-on resting tightly within her. 

"You okay?" Max promoted after another half a minute. 

"Y-yeah." Victoria managed to reply. "You can move." She looked back at Max, who grinned, and grasped Victoria's hips. 

"What the lady wants…" Max pulled out a couple of inches, "the lady gets." She thrust back in, eliciting a gasp from her lover. 

From there, they gradually built up the pace, beginning with almost painfully slow thrusts so as not to hurt Victoria. Twice, they had to pause when Victoria reached back and gripped Max's hand, gasping that it was too much. 

Then, after a dozen or so careful thrusts, Max hit a certain, incredibly sensitive spot deep inside her, causing Victoria to cry out, this time through sheer pleasure. Her cock, still mostly trapped within her leggings, twitched violently, feeling so engorged Victoria felt like it was going to explode. 

Behind her, Max smirked, and performed another thrust, a little harder this time. 

"Right there!" Victoria cried out. "Again!" 

Even though she was currently the giver, and thus should have been giving orders to Victoria - not the other way around - Max obeyed anyway. And technically, her entire objective was to get Victoria off.

On the next thrust, Victoria outright moaned: a low, guttural sound that sent Max's primal instincts - to hold, to claim, to mate - into overdrive. She gripped Victoria's waist all the tighter, and pushed forward more forcefully than any thrust yet. 

Her reward was the muted thwap of her be-harnessed hips meeting Victoria's ass, and a high pitched, uncontrolled exclamation from her partner. 

"Harder!" Victoria cried, practically begging. "Fuck me harder!" She could already feel her orgasm rising inside of her, drawn steadily closer by Max's rhythmical, increasingly stronger thrusts. 

"You like me fucking your ass like this?" Max grunted. "You like me pegging you like the good little sub you are?" 

"Y-yes!" Victoria sobbed. "Keep fucking me… keep fucking my ass until I can't take it anymore! Just make me cum… oh god, I'm so close!" 

Max growled in response. There was only so much insubordination she was willing to tolerate, even if Victoria was now practically begging for her to get her off. 

"Shut the fuck up." She commanded, accompanying the order with a forceful shove, forcing Victoria’s face into the mattress. She then leaned over until she could whisper into Victoria's ear, stilling her thrusts for a brief moment. 

"You're lucky I want to make you cum." Max whispered. "Otherwise I'd leave you here, with the strap-on in your ass, just for being a demanding little brat."

Victoria whimpered. "Please… I'll be good."

"I know you will."

Before Victoria could respond, Max straightened up and resumed fucking her lover, this time without holding back, reducing Victoria to a puddle of unintelligible noises within a matter of seconds. 

Looking down, Max was entranced with the way Victoria's supple, toned, entirely bare ass moved and jiggled with every rapid thrust, even as her abdominal muscles began to ache with effort and sweat beaded along her brow. 

Deciding to be nice - it was, after all, a wonderful view - and give Victoria a little extra push towards the finishing line, Max reached around and slid her hand into the waistband of Victoria's leggings, where her rigid, throbbing cock was still trapped. 

She wrapped her hand around the sensitive organ, and began vigorously stroking Victoria's cock, producing a slick, wet sound that was even audible over the rapid thwap thwap thwap of her hips meeting Victoria's ass. 

On her next moan, Victoria's voice cracked, her back muscles clenched, and Max felt her cock twitch violently in her hand. 

"I'm…!" She managed to force out. 

Hurriedly, Max removed her hand, despite a clear protest from Victoria. Vengeance was the deal here, and letting Victoria cum on her hand would defeat the entire point. 

"Oh god, Max!" Victoria howled. Her entire body tensed, and her orgasm claimed her, racing through her body like a torrent. Her cock pulsed, releasing several jets of hot, sticky cum in a messy flood, which stained and spread through the inside of her leggings, drenching the material in seconds. 

Max grinned, knowing her objective had been met. Even so, she continued thrusting, determined to draw out Victoria's orgasm as much as humanly possible. However, within a further half-minute, Victoria cried out again as a second, surprise orgasm hit her, releasing a second load and soaking her leggings even further. 

"Stop… please…" Victoria croaked, slumping into the mattress. "Can't… take… anymore."

Max stilled her movements, and after giving Victoria a couple of minutes to recover - during which she affectionately trailed her fingers down and massaged Victoria's back - she slowly, ever-so-gently pulled out. Even so, Victoria sucked air in through her teeth when the strap-on was removed entirely. 

"I'm gonna feel that tomorrow." Victoria eventually mumbled, wincing as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. 

"...God damn." She further exclaimed when she looked down and took in the sight of her leggings, covered in her own cum. "These are my favourite leggings." She grumbled. 

Max snorted, and draped her arms over Victoria's shoulders. She then fixed her lover with a wicked grin and leaned in close in order to whisper "That's the point." into her ear. 

"I - you-" Victoria tried to protest, but any further efforts were stymied by Max placing a finger over her lips. 

"I'm gonna leave you to clean yourself up." She said. "You've got five minutes, and after that, I'm gonna come back in, and because I'm turned the fuck on-" She punctuated her statement by guiding Victoria's hand into her underwear, so she could feel how dripping wet Max was "-you're gonna eat my pussy until I tell you to stop. Got it?"

Victoria could only blink dumbly in response. Her hair was mussed up, her makeup had run, and in general, she looked exactly like someone who had just been fucked so hard their soul had yet to come back to their corporeal form.

Max thought she looked great. 

"Good girl." Max finished, and sauntered away, the strap-on still jutting proudly from between her legs. 

Once outside, she allowed herself a satisfied, proud sigh. 

Vengeance had most definitely been had. 

Chapter Text

Doxxing

"New toy!" Max exclaimed as she haphazardly burst through the front door, triumphantly brandishing a rectangular box wrapped in tissue paper above her head. 

"New toy, new toy, new toy!" She continued, while Victoria, who had been sat in her favourite comfy armchair next to the couch, enjoying the newest volume of her favourite manga and the now-shattered peace and quiet, looked up in utter confusion. 

"New what?" She barely managed to ask before Max grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the chair and towards the stairs, still holding the mysterious box aloft. 

"Max!" Victoria protested. "I was comfy there!" 

"I know. But I wanna try this thing out right the hell now, and I want you to be there." Max insisted. 

"Try what out?" Victoria said, not without a note of exasperation. 

Max didn't respond. Instead, she pulled Victoria into the bedroom, dumped the box on the bed, threw her shoes and socks into a corner, and began unbuttoning her pants. 

"Max, I don't-" 

"So you know I've been talking to Steph recently?" Max interrupted as she dragged her pants down her legs and hurriedly kicked them away. 

"Of course. I should really send her a message, come to think of it." 

"You really should." Max confirmed, referencing the fact that Steph had essentially dropped off the map a few years prior, almost immediately after leaving Blackwell, before resurfacing a few weeks ago via an out-of-the-blue social media message. 

"Anyway, she's down in Colorado now-" 

"Colorado? The fuck is she doing there?" Victoria asked, bemused. 

"Running a radio station, apparently."

"A radio station? What-" 

"Not the point, talk about it later." Max stopped Victoria's train of thought before it could leave the metaphorical station. "So we were having Girl Talk™️, and we were talking about vibrators-"

"As you do." Victoria cut in. 

Max flipped her the bird before continuing. 

"So yeah, vibrators, and I mentioned my preference for using wands and stuff." 

"You do really like the Toshiba." Victoria observed. 

"Right. And when I said that, Steph was like: 'Oh sweetie, lemme tell you about something that'll make your Toshiba feel like My First Fisher Price Vibrator' -" 

Victoria made a face. 

"Her words." Max shrugged. "Anyway, she told me… about… this!" She punctuated her sentence with unwrapping the tissue paper, finishing with dramatically throwing open the last corner, exposing a glossy, gun-metal grey cardboard box, with a picture of a similarly grey and black, almost industrial looking vibrating wand printed on the top. 

"A… doxy?" Victoria read on the box.

"Yup. Apparently it's like black magic on your clit. Plus, Steph was saying she used it on her ex, who's MtF like you, and it made her cum as well, so first I wanna try it on me, and then, if you want, we're gonna try it on you."

Victoria blinked several times, processing the information. 

"Alright, but historically, vibrators haven't really done much for me. They tickle, that's about it." She pointed out. 

"Humor me?" Max gave her puppy-dog eyes. 

"C'mon, you get to watch me masturbate, and the worst you'll get out of this is if the doxy does nothing for you. And if it doesn't, I'm pretty sure I can think of a few ways of getting you off." Max winked. 

"Mm. Maybe." Victoria made a show out of pretending to decide, tapping her chin with a slender finger. 

In response, Max yanked her shirt over her head, and then swiftly divested herself of her bra and panties. Now entirely nude, she clasped Victoria's hands between her own, simultaneously using her upper arms to push her breasts together. 

"Pretty please?" Max asked, with added pout. 

"I know you're playing me, Caulfield, but I accept." Victoria stated, her gaze firmly locked onto Max's modest amount of cleavage. 

"Sweet." Max beamed. "Go get a towel while I unbox this baby."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, but followed Max's instructions and retrieved a towel from the en-suite bathroom, while Max extracted the wand from its packaging and plugged it into the mains. 

"You think you're actually gonna need this?" Victoria proffered the towel. 

"I hope I'm gonna need it." Max took the towel and laid it across the mattress. "Mama wants this bad girl to make her squirt." And she cheerfully waved the doxy. 

"I'd very much like to see that." Victoria stated, feeling herself harden slightly at the mental image. 

"Well get on the bed, and let's find out." Max intoned flirtatiously. 

Victoria made to obey Max's command, but the smaller woman held out a hand, stopping her. 

"Wait." Max said. "Strip. I'm naked, so you gotta be too."

"I mean you being naked is your choice." Victoria pointed out. "We don't even know if that thing is gonna work on me, so-" 

"Babe. Get naked." Max insisted. 

"Do I get to ask why you want me naked so bad?" 

"Because you're hot, and I wanna look at you while I touch myself." Max smiled at her. 

"... Yeah that's hard to argue against." Victoria relented, not that she'd had much resistance to begin with. 

"Agreed. Now get to the stripping." Max twirled a finger. 

"As you wish." Victoria began unbuttoning her shirt. 

"Nice." Max complimented her, lazily stroking herself as Victoria efficiently stripped her clothing off, finishing by sliding her boxers down her legs. 

Victoria posed, canting her hips to one side and placing a hand on her waist. "There. You happy?" 

"Very." Max replied, her voice already becoming noticeably breathy as she circled her clit with nimble fingers. "Come lay next to me."

Victoria did so, and reciprocated the kiss Max leaned in for when she was comfortably settled next to her partner.

“You always turn me on when we’re like this…” Max breathed. “You always make me wanna touch myself.”

“Yeah?” Victoria felt - and Max saw - herself hardening. “Why don’t you use your new toy and prove it?”

"I think I might be agreeable to that." Max smiled. 

Without breaking eye contact with Victoria, she positioned the head of the doxy against her clit, and pushed the power button. 

It whirred to life, producing an immediately, noticeably deeper, more penetrating vibration than a regular wand. Max's eyes widened, and her abs clenched as her whole body involuntarily tightened. 

"Holy shit!" she gasped. 

"How's it feel?" Victoria asked her, watching intently as Max began grinding herself against the wand. 

“Fucking amazing!” Max gasped. “Like, take a normal vibrator but dial it up to eleven.”

“Aren't you a little young for Spinal Tap references?” Victoria teased. 

“Shut up and watch me masturbate.” Max closed her eyes, concentrating on the flood of sensations flowing through her clit. 

“Yes, Ma'am.” Victoria obeyed, taking a moment to thoroughly enjoy the flush spreading its way across Max's chest, and the way her abs clenched with every grind of her hips against the head of the wand.

“Although I can't help but be curious about what happens if I do this.” Victoria reached over and pressed a lit up blue button with an indented ‘plus’ symbol. Immediately, the whirring of the wand visibly and audibly increased in intensity. 

“Fuck!” Max gritted her teeth, already barely feeling able to cope with the substantial increase in sensations. Her every breath came as a gasp, and the tendons in her neck stood out in high relief through the effort required to maintain her hold on the toy, lest it slip out of place. 

“... Goddamn…” Victoria muttered, unable to take her eyes off Max as she pleasured herself. Her hand automatically went to her cock, where she began stroking herself, hard and fast. 

“Are you jerking off?” Max asked, evidently having felt the motion beside her. 

“Yeah.” Victoria readily admitted, staring directly at the head of the wand pressed against Max's clit as her fist flew up and down the shaft of her engorged cock. 

“Don't cum.” Max ordered. “Wanna… make you… myself.”

“Not gonna say no to that.” Victoria grinned, even though Max couldn't see it. 

“Speaking… of… cumming.” Max forced through gritted teeth. “I think I'm - I'm gonna-”

“Already?” Victoria said incredulously. It had barely been a minute since Max had begun using the doxy. “That good?”

Max never managed to reply. Instead, her mouth fell open in ecstasy, and she pressed the wand into her clit as hard as she dared. An electric thrill raced through her body and a guttural, primal noise escaped her throat as her orgasm entirely consumed her. 

Victoria, still enthusiastically pumping her rigid cock, had the privilege of watching her partner tense up, shudder once or twice, and then cum all over the towel in an impressive explosion of liquid, drenching it in seconds. 

“Holy shit.” She stated as Max's release slowly dwindled into nothing and her breath turned from ragged pants into deep, satisfied-sounding breathing. 

“Max?” Victoria prompted when her partner didn't respond. “Girl, you good?”

“I - wow, yeah.” Max blinked, appearing to return to herself. “I think I just saw god.”

“Oh shit, we'll have to tell Kate.” Victoria laughed. “Like, ‘hey Kate, my girlfriend just came so hard she had a religious experience.’”

With an impressive amount of speed, given the biblical-level orgasm Max had just received, she rolled over and straddled Victoria, pinning her against the mattress. Then, she shuffled downwards a little until she was sitting on Victoria's bare thighs. 

“Your turn.” Max declared, and reached for the doxy.

“Have at me.” Victoria gestured to her erect, twitching member. “Though out of curiosity, if this thing doesn't make me cum, what're you gonna do to get me off?”

“Hmm.” Max thought for a moment, tapping her chin with a finger. “How about I let you throat fuck me until you spill your hot, thick load into my waiting mouth?”

Victoria blinked. “Deal.” She eagerly accepted. “As you were.” She lay back, and waited to see what Max would do. 

Max took the doxy in one hand and Victoria's member in the other, and gave it a few slow but hard pumps to make sure Victoria was fully erect (which she was, in fact, she hadn't softened by a single increment). Then, she placed the still-buzzing wand delicately on the very tip of Victoria's cock. 

Victoria immediately made a face. The sensation was strong, but as she suspected, it only tickled. 

“Not there.” She hissed. “Too ticklish.”

“Hm. Okay.” Max removed the doxy. 

“Here?” Max moved it over the top of her cock, towards the body-side lip of the bell-shaped head. 

“Also no.” Victoria said with a quirk of her lips. The sensation wasn't ticklish anymore, just a buzzing pressure that felt fairly neutral. 

“Geez, tough customer.” Max lamented. “This is why I like having a clit, it's hella easy to focus on.”

“Oh, I'm sorry for having my nerve endings spread over a larger area.” Victoria sarcastically intoned. “I'll make sure to let the human evolutionary process know so they can make future dicks more compatible with vibrators!”

“Less sarcasm, more letting me know what works on you.” Max shushed her. “What about… here?” and she moved the doxy to the underside of Victoria's cock, again just at the bottom of the head. 

“Yeah that's not…” Victoria began, before she very quickly trailed off. Her expression rapidly changed, going from a grimace, to confusion, to surprise, to eventual overt pleasure. 

“Max, that's… oh… ohh. Oh my god what the fuck.” Victoria exclaimed, letting herself fall back on the bed as Max burst into giggles. 

“See?” the diminutive hipster said, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. 

“Y-yeah!” Victoria gasped. 

By simply moving the doxy to the underside of her cock-head, the sensation was transformed from a vaguely uncomfortable, ticklish feeling to a deep, penetrating kind of pleasure of a type she had never felt before. It was entirely different from receiving a handjob, blowjob, penetrative sex, or any other kind of service Max had previously performed on her, and Victoria immediately found herself thrusting her hips up against the doxy, demanding more, deeper contact. 

“Max, fuck, don't stop!” she begged, even though Max had no intention of taking the wand away. 

“Well, look who's super into the doxy all of a sudden.” Max teased, with maximum over-smugness. 

“Shut the fuck up and keep using it on me.” Victoria gasped, grinding and thrusting her cock against the wand in sharper, quicker increments, which Max couldn't help but notice. 

“Ooh, is it gonna make you cum?” She said, with the peerless enthusiasm of an excited, curious puppy. 

Instead of answering, Victoria keened and nodded rapidly, gritting her teeth and clutching at the bed sheets with clawed fingers. 

“Tell me when, and I'll-”

“Max!” Victoria cried. Her orgasm hit, far quicker and harder than she would have ever thought possible. One second, it felt like it was still at least a minute away, and the next, it was upon her, and all she could do was ride its explosive release. 

And explosive it was. 

Her cock pulsed, harder than she could remember, and from the head there erupted a veritable fountain of cum. Several strands flew in a graceful arc, landing and splattering across Victoria's hair, breasts and stomach. Several more strands, when her cock twitched violently in the midst of her orgasm, went straight upwards, coating the underside of Max's breasts, and the last few spurts, having lost momentum, landed on Max's thighs. 

“Holy shit.” Victoria wheezed, her chest heaving. “I think I saw that god you were talking about.”

“Yeah? What did she look like?” Max released Victoria's cock in order to walk her fingers up her stomach, along her ribs, and onto her left nipple, where she affectionately rolled it between slender fingers. 

“You.” Victoria grinned down her body at Max. 

Max raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Don't think flattery will get you anywhere, Chase.”

Victoria looked at her incredulously, taking their current, cum-soaked, entirely degenerative scenario. 

“‘Get anywhere’?” she quoted her partner. “Max, where the fuck else could we possibly go?”

“Well, you are still kinda hard…” Max trailed off and ran her index finger along Victoria's shaft.

“Go on.” Victoria encouraged, her curiosity piqued. 

“Wanna fuck me while we're both still covered in our own cum?”

Victoria blinked. “... Yes.”

“Then get on top.” Max grinned. 

“Aw but, you're right there. Can't you just… ?” Victoria mimed Max taking her cock and mounting her. 

“No, because I wanna use this bad bitch while you're inside me.” Max patted the doxy. “And I don't think I'd be able to get the angle right if I was on top.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Caulfield, but if needs must…” Victoria leaned forwards, wrapped her arm around Max's lower back, and bodily hoisted and spun them, until Max was lying on the (somewhat wetter than before, even with the help of the towel) mattress, and Victoria was kneeling between her open legs. 

“Pretty sure it's you who has a hard bargain.” Max giggled, reaching down to stroke Victoria's cock. 

“Oh yeah?” Victoria thrust herself into Max's grip. 

“Yeah.” Max grinned up at her partner, and positioned Victoria against her entrance, sliding the thick head of her cock through luxuriously slick folds. 

“Now are you gonna drive it, or what?” Max challenged her. 

In response, Victoria grasped her cock, lined it up with Max's entrance, and with a single, languid movement, filled Max completely. 

Being inside her felt as wonderful as ever, yet Victoria found herself having a greater appreciation for the way Max's breath caught in her throat, and how her lips parted at the sensation. 

“Good girl.” Max whispered. She took up the doxy once more, placed it against her clit - with part of the head resting on top of Victoria's shaft - and pressed the power button, causing both of them to jolt as the powerful wand activated. 

“Now fuck me.” Max ordered. 

With a low moan, Victoria pulled back, then thrust herself once more into her partner. A sharp intake of breath and a roll of Max's hips told her to do it again, so she did, deeply appreciating the noises Max was already letting herself spill. 

A rhythm was quickly established, with Victoria performing slow, deep thrusts, relishing how Max's inner walls fluttered, relaxed and tightened with what felt like every movement, while Max's movements grew steadily more vigorous as the doxy performed its job with admirable effect. In fact, it wasn't long at all before she began gasping and rolling her hips in a way Victoria was intimately familiar with: it meant Max was going to cum, and soon. 

“Harder!” Max suddenly begged. “I told you to fuck me!”

With a growl, Victoria gripped Max's thighs and drew her in as close as she could, deepening the penetration and allowing her to hit a slightly different angle. Then, while maintaining her grip on Max's thighs, she resumed thrusting, tripling her previous pace. 

Max appeared to appreciate it. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open, from which escaped the sweetest series of moans as Victoria took her as hard as her clenched abdominal muscles would let her. 

“Just like that!” Max gasped, holding the doxy against her clit like her life depended on it. “Fuck, I'm so close!”

Victoria noted that, again, it had been no time at all. Apparently a sensitised Max plus doxy plus Victoria fucking her equalled Max cumming for a second time much quicker than she usually would have done. 

Truth be told, Victoria wasn't that far off herself. The way Max's inner walls felt as her cock slid through them was positively intoxicating, and with every thrust she came closer to losing herself inside her lover. 

“Me too!” she gasped in reciprocation. 

“Don't cum yet!” Max hastily commanded. “Wanna cum… while you're… inside me!”

Victoria gritted her teeth and steeled her will, determined to give Max her wish. Inadvertently, she looked down, and immediately wished she hadn't. 

Underneath the buzzing head of the doxy, she could see her engorged shaft, coated in fluids and Max's cream, spreading her cunt - tinged pink with arousal and visibly soaked in moisture - wide open. 

Victoria hastily looked away. 

Instead of between Max's legs, her eyes naturally alighted on her breasts. Breasts that - while bouncing wonderfully with every slap of her hips against the underside of Max's thighs - were still coated with a glistening sheen of Victoria's cum. 

Victoria panicked and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of things that weren't to do with Max's glorious, jiggling, wet tits. Anything that would delay her orgasm: the tax returns they needed to do, the inevitable heat death of the universe, Ben Shapiro… wait, that last one may have been too much-

“Vee!” Max came - literally - to her rescue. 

“I'm cumming!” she cried, and a second later, Victoria felt Max's walls slam shut around her cock and several spurts of liquid hit her crotch. 

Victoria gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached as she rode out the wave of Max's orgasm, her partner gasping and writhing underneath her. She stopped her movement to prevent herself from losing control - not that Max's inner walls would have let her continue thrusting anyway - and waited for her lover's release to abate. 

The second they did so, Victoria pulled out, leaned forward and grasped her cock, thrusting her hips as far forward as she could. With a few hard, desperate pumps, she let her release explode, covering Max's belly with several shots of her offering. However, after barely a few seconds, she lined herself up once more and thrust her pulsing cock back into Max's warmth, where she let the last few spurts of her orgasm spill out inside her. 

As Victoria let out an extremely long, satisfied sigh, Max looked down at the various streaks and drops of Victoria's cum adorning the underside of her breasts, her belly, and her thighs. 

“You know,” she observed, “you could've just finished inside me. I wouldn't have minded.”

“I know, and I mean, I kinda did? Although, you do look prettier this way.” Victoria pointed out. 

“So do you.” Max gestured to the now-drying splatters of Victoria's own cum arranged across her body. “The doxy made you go off like a nuke.”

“True.” Victoria smiled, and ran a hand through her hair - or at least, she attempted to. 

“Oh god is it in my hair?” she exclaimed. 

“Yep.” Max laughed. “And your abs. And your tits. And my tits, and- kinda everywhere to be honest.”

Victoria made a face. “I'm definitely gonna need, like, an hour-long shower.”

“We'll need a shower.” Max corrected her. “‘Cos you're gonna need an a-cum-plice to get all that off.”

Victoria could only groan the long-suffering, deeply existential groan of the serially pun-ished. 

Chapter Text

Happy Camping

“See, isn't this nice?”

“Hrmm.” Victoria grumbled. 

Max poked her in the arm. “Vee.”

“Okay, fine. I suppose the view is… nice.” Victoria waved her hand at the unzipped entrance of their tent, through which could be seen the mottled rays of a Pacific Northwest sunrise. The sun's crepuscular light crept over the tops of the abundant pine trees, illuminating the valley below them and the early spring mists spread throughout the forest, coating the entire scene in a fiercely golden blanket of light. 

After a minute or so of taking in the view, Victoria tore her eyes away from the admittedly spectacular sunrise and let her gaze wander over the tousled bed hair of Max, who was snuggled up to her under the thick covers of their double sleeping bag. 

“The company's nicer, though.” Victoria murmured into her ear. 

Max smiled and leaned up for a kiss, which Victoria eagerly met. She let her lips linger on Max's, appreciating the ever-present inviting softness. 

“Did you sleep okay?” Max asked her when they parted. 

Victoria grimaced. “No. I spent half the night awake because I swear there was a tree root or a rock or something that kept managing to poke me in the butt no matter where I moved.”

She looked down at Max. “I have no fucking idea how you slept like a baby for the entire night.”

“You know me.” Max yawned. “If I'm with you I have no trouble sleeping. You make me feel safe.”

Even with her complaints about the sleeping arrangements, Victoria couldn't help but feel some internal fuzzy warmth. Max somehow always knew exactly what to say. 

“Snuggle me.” Max demanded.

Victoria threw her a perplexed look. “I already am.”

“More.”

“But I - alright, fine.” Victoria somehow managed to pull Max in closer. The smaller woman ended up resting her head on Victoria's chest, while she threw a leg over her thighs. Max sighed contentedly. Even through their wool clothing, designed to keep out the cold of Pacific Northwest mornings, she could feel the heat of Victoria's body and hear her heartbeat, loud and steady in her chest. 

“I appreciate you doing this.” Max said after a short while of simply lying there in each other's company. “I know you hate camping.”

Victoria made a noise that suggested partial disagreement. 

“I don't hate camping, it's just, I've never had a good experience with it. Every time I've tried I either get stung by something, or the weather is awful, or there's an angry possum determined to fuck up you and you in particular…”

Max giggled. “I remember you telling me about that one.”

“What kind of fucking asshole marsupial singles out a thirteen year old girl and decides to wreck her shit?”

“I don't know, but it is kinda funny.”

“No it's not.” Victoria pouted. “And seriously, something like that happens literally every time. It sucks. All I want is to have just one good camping experience-”

She was cut off by Max's lips covering her own, pulling her into a slow, deep kiss. Automatically, she pulled Max in, entwining their bodies even tighter together if it were at all possible. 

“Hel- lo .” She breathed, feeling Max's hand suddenly creeping its way up her thigh. “Where exactly is that hand going?”

Max leaned up to her ear. “Why don't you just relax and find out?” She whispered. 

Victoria could practically hear the grin in her voice. Still, she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she did just as Max said and relaxed, content to let her partner enact whatever she wanted to. 

Max's hand crept upwards and inwards, deliberately brushing over her semi-erect, hardening member. Victoria twitched, anticipating what was to come, her breath catching in her throat. 

The catch turned into a sigh when Max dipped her hand under the waistband of Victoria's leggings, reaching down to grasp her rapidly hardening cock. She began stroking, slowly, deliberately, and within a few pumps Victoria was fully erect and throbbing in her grip. 

“Good?” Max breathed into her ear. 

“Good…” Victoria nodded, her eyes closed, feeling Max's grip on her tighten. “More.”

Max obliged her, setting a slow, teasing pace, gripping Victoria's cock as hard as she dared without causing pain, dragging her hand up and down the shaft, pausing briefly to gather the buildup of liquid beading on the tip, before coating the rigid flesh in a slick coat of precum. The strokes turned into a smooth glide, and soon enough Victoria was thrusting her hips into Max's grip. Her touch was addictive, a drug Victoria could never get enough of, causing her to murmur sweet, appreciative nothings, letting Max know in explicit terms just how much she loved being pleasured by her, how hard Max made her, and how connected to Max she felt when they were intimate, both emotionally and physically. 

Max moaned, practically squirming against Victoria's body. “You make me so fucking wet.” She groaned, and grasped Victoria's hand in order to pull it between her legs. 

“Feel.” she gasped. 

Victoria was only too happy to obey. She mirrored Max's actions and slid her hand inside her partner's leggings and underwear, immediately finding that Max's claim was delightfully accurate. Max was soaked, and Victoria's fingers were coated in fluid in seconds. 

“Your fingers…” Max demanded. “I - I need-” 

Victoria cut her off with a kiss, while simultaneously pushing two fingers inside her. 

“... Fuck!” Max enthusiastically swore, letting Victoria know just how much she approved of her touch by suddenly doubling the pace of her strokes. A wet schlick sound filled the tent as Max jerked her off, audible even through Victoria's leggings and the thick, double sleeping bag. 

Victoria echoed Max's sentiment, and in response, angled her hand in order to press her thumb against Max's clit, while keeping her middle two fingers inside. It was slightly awkward on her wrist, but ultimately nothing she couldn't handle. 

“Vee!” Max moaned into her mouth, rocking her hips as Victoria's thumb circled her clit and her fingers curled against her inner walls in a ‘come hither’ motion. 

“Right there!” Max gasped. “Keep touching me.”

Victoria kissed her again, relishing the way Max was moaning, how hot her breath felt against her face, how she clenched and moved around her fingers. Neither of them had taken a single item of clothing off, yet the enclosed space of the sleeping bag and their pure physical closeness lent their lovemaking a much more intense, heartbeat raising sense of intimacy. 

“I love you.” Victoria whispered, coupling her affirmation with a stronger curl of her fingers. 

“I love you too!” Max replied, now rolling her hips with steadily increasing urgency. 

“You're getting close.” Victoria said. It was a statement, not a question. 

“Y-yeah.” Max stammered. 

Even though Victoria wanted Max to get her off, she ignored how wonderful Max's hand felt as it flew up and down her shaft and concentrated purely on pleasuring her lover. 

“Don't worry about me.” She said. “I want to make you cum.”

“But-” Max began to protest, still stroking Victoria's engorged cock. 

“It's okay. Let me take care of you.” Victoria reiterated. “You deserve it.”

Somewhat reluctantly, Max capitulated. She lay back, releasing Victoria's cock in the process - something the taller woman had to grit her teeth in order to endure - and let Victoria lean over her. She spread her legs a little wider for better accessing, enabling Victoria's fingers to glide smoothly in and out of her warmth. 

“That's it.” Victoria cooed. “Let me make you cum.”

“Vee!” Max whined. She gripped Victoria's arm, obviously wanting to touch her somewhere if she couldn't touch her cock. 

“You're such a good girl.” Victoria murmured directly into Max's ear, making sure her breath ghosted over her earlobe. Inside, she felt the telltale flutters of an approaching orgasm. 

“Cum for me.” Victoria whispered. 

And Max broke. 

There was a sharp intake of breath as Max's legs slammed shut around Victoria's hand, and a sensation like her fingers were trapped in a vice. 

Victoria grinned with pride. It was a feeling she would never tire of.

As Max came, she whispered a steady stream of praise and encouragement, reiterating what a good girl she was, how much she loved her, how much she deserved to cum as Max rode out the rest of her orgasm. 

Another few seconds, and Max stilled. Her breath came in harsh pants, and her eyes were unfocused and glazed over, clearly gazing far beyond the physical realm.

“You good? Max?”

Appearing to return from wherever her mind went, Max made eye contact with her. “We're not done.” she stated. 

Before Victoria could respond, and with a level of energy she thought shouldn't be possible, Max manoeuvered herself on top of her.

“Help me get these off.” Max breathed, yanking at her leggings. 

“Okay but, what are you-” 

“Giving you a good camping experience.”

Victoria paused for a beat. “You make a valid argument.” she said, and pulled the back of Max's leggings down over her ass. 

It took a little bit of awkward positioning and shuffling, but after a few moments, the leggings were off and shoved towards the bottom of the sleeping bag. 

Max's panties followed a scant few seconds later. 

Now nude from the waist down, she straddled Victoria, who hissed in both pleasure and anticipation as Max began grinding on her, leaving a trail of arousal along the underside of her cock. 

“Do you want me?” Max lay flat on top of Victoria, bringing their bodies together. “Do you want to be inside me?”

“Yes.” Victoria groaned. With every grind of Max's hips she could feel her gliding against her cock, just begging to be entered. All it would take was one simple adjustment of her hips and - 

“Oh fuck!” Victoria exclaimed as Max beat her to it, angling her next movement just enough for the head of Victoria's cock to push past her entrance, and then slip fully inside as Max bore down with her hips, taking her in straight to the base. 

“That's it.” Max breathed once again into her ear. “Let me take you. All of you.” She punctuated her statement with a roll of her hips, drawing a gasp from her lover. 

“Normally, I take you.” Victoria said as Max began grinding her hips. 

“True, but this time,” Max paused to nip Victoria's earlobe, “You're gonna lie there, and I'm going to ride your cock until I make you cum.”

“That's so fucking hot.” Victoria moaned. She closed her eyes and let herself relax and simply enjoy the sensations suffusing her body: Max's warm breath against her ear, becoming increasingly ragged with every roll of her hips. Max's body, flush against her own, linking them in the most intimate way, pulling Victoria further into her with every movement. And finally, Max's inner walls squeezing her cock in the most luxurious way, bathing her rigid organ in exquisite warmth and tightness. 

“Feeling good?” Max's whispered voice poured into her ear. 

“You have no idea. ” Victoria moaned. 

“How about now?” on her next movement, Max squeezed her kegel muscles. 

“Even better!” she gasped. Her hands automatically went to Max's ass, although she was only able to enjoy the warm softness she found there for a scant few seconds before Max's fingers closed around her wrists, forcibly pulling them away from her ass and pinning them above Victoria's head. 

“Nuh-uh.” Max shook her head. “I'm taking you, remember?”

“But, butt.” Victoria protested. 

A devious grin split Max's lips. “If you love my ass so much, and if you can manage a second round later, you can fuck me from behind until you finish on it. How ‘bout that?”

“D-deal!” 

“Good girl.” Max kissed her, and licked Victoria's lips when she pulled away. “Now just relax and let me fuck you.”

With her hands still pinning Victoria's wrists, Max resumed grinding her hips. Victoria gritted her teeth: feeling Max bearing down on her cock was almost too much to handle. 

Max seemed to sense this, as instead of simply grinding on Victoria, she arched her lower back and lifted her hips before slamming them back down in, for lack of a better word, a twerking motion. 

“Fuck!” Victoria exclaimed. 

“How's that feel?” Max grinned again, maintaining the movement and truly fucking Victoria as hard as she could. 

“Buuuhhh.” Victoria babbled. 

“Words hard?” 

Victoria nodded. 

“So are you.” Max groaned, feeling Victoria's rigid length bottoming out inside her with every slap of their hips. “You're so hard you're filling me completely.”

Victoria hissed in response. 

“Are you close?” Max murmured. 

Victoria managed to nod. 

“Good. All I want is for you to cum inside me, Vee, I want it so fucking much.”

Victoria burbled something unintelligible. Max was drawing her ever closer to the edge. Soon, it would be too late, and she would have no choice but to let everything she had to offer explode inside Max. 

Then, out of nowhere, a different, entirely alien noise cut through the rustles and gasps of their lovemaking: the grunting, chittering sound of something alive. 

Something that poked Victoria's foot. 

“What the fuck?!” She shouted in unpleasant surprise, bringing Max with her as she sat bolt upright. 

There, curiously sniffing the end of the sleeping bag, was a curious looking possum. 

Victoria's jaw dropped in shock, even as Max echoed her surprise. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Victoria growled. She picked up a shoe and waved it menacingly at the possum. 

“Shoo!”

The possum simply titled its head, and continued sniffing the sleeping bag. 

“I said shoo!” 

The possum remained indifferent. 

“That's it!” Victoria snarled. “Fuck off!”

She hefted the shoe and chucked it at the possum. It missed, but it had the intended effect: the marsupial yelped in surprise and fled the tent, disappearing into the bushes. 

“Victoria!” Max exclaimed. 

“What? I wasn't aiming for it.” Victoria defended her actions. “I just wanted it out of here.”

“Still,” Max crossed her arms. “Who yeets a shoe at a cute l'il snuffly guy?”

“A person who has possum trauma.” Victoria grumbled. “I bet it was the same fuckin’ one, coming back to troll me all over again.”

“Vee, possums only live, like, three years on average. There's no way that was the same possum.” Max pointed out. 

“Could've been a descendant.” 

“Oh my god, Vee.” Max rolled her eyes. 

“Just saying.” Victoria said, now pouting. 

She sighed. “So much for me having a good camping experience.” and she motioned for Max to dismount. 

“Sorry, hon.” Max climbed off of her, not without a substantial amount of regret felt by the both of them. “But it was good, wasn't it? Right up until The Possum Incident Part Two?”

“It was incredible.” Victoria affirmed. “I love it when you take charge like that.”

“Hm.” Max tapped her chin and looked down at both of their bodies. “You know, we are probably pretty sweaty.”

Victoria furrowed her brow. “I mean, probably. What are you-”

“And you know where there's a zero percent chance of interrupting marsupials?”

Victoria grinned. “I think I know where you're going with this. But also, that thing was just so pushy. And rude… I bet its name is Chloe.”

“Victoria."

“Alright, alright. I presume you've got a plan.”

“I do.” Max grinned. “The campsite showers.”

“But what if someone sees us?” Victoria whispered as Max pulled her along by the hand. 

“Babe, it's like six in the morning. No one's gonna be around.” Max pointed out. 

They rounded a corner, and into view came the showers. They were little more than a simple wooden shack, but the water was surprisingly warm, as they'd found out the previous day, and there were three separate cubicles to give occupants a decent amount of privacy. 

The showers were also completely deserted. 

“See?” Max gestured at them. “We've got the place to ourselves.”

“Twist my arm, whydon'tcha.” 

“Babe, it's always hella easy to convince you to fuck outside.” 

“Yeah but-” 

“Shut up and get in there with me.”

Victoria did as ordered, following Max into the wooden shack. Hurriedly, they stripped off, leaving their clothes on a set of wooden benches. Max set the water running, giving it a few moments to reach the optimum temperature. 

“Not exactly roomy.” Victoria complained as they both squeezed themselves into the cubicle, shutting the door behind them and positioning themselves under the now-steaming stream of water. 

“We've had sex in smaller places.” 

“True.”

Max smiled and reached up to cup Victoria's cheek. “Kiss me.”

Victoria obeyed and took Max into her arms, enveloping the smaller woman in a loving, but wet, embrace. 

Max's hand immediately travelled downwards, where she began to rub and stroke Victoria's member into hardening once again, something she never found difficult to accomplish. Soon enough, Victoria was stiff and throbbing in her hand. She began pumping, and in no time at all Victoria's breathing deepened into neat-panting. 

“Want me to do anything else for you?” Max giggled. 

“M-mouth.” Victoria managed to stammer. 

“I think I can accommodate that.” Max whispered. She sank to her knees, a little awkwardly because of the limited space, and took Victoria's head into the warm confines of her mouth. 

“Fuck…” Victoria moaned. Receiving shower head from Max was never anything less than utterly blissful. 

Max hummed contentedly, sending pleasant vibrations across Victoria's head and through her shaft. She moaned in response, automatically pushing her cock another inch or two into Max's mouth. 

Max encouraged her, dragging her lips up and down the soaked shaft, and stroking the lower half with her hand. 

“Oh god…” she groaned, her legs shuddering from the effort of staying upright. Max had barely begun but she was already close to pushing Victoria over the edge. 

“You close? Already?” Max looked up at her, momentarily denying Victoria the pleasures of her mouth. 

Victoria nodded, panting. 

Max immediately got to her feet, much to Victoria's disappointment. She turned around, facing away from her partner, and pushed her ass up against Victoria's cock. 

“As much as I want to just make you cum, I think you deserve to fuck me until you finish on my ass.”

“I thought that was for round two?” Victoria teased her, although she was already lightly thrusting her cock between Max's cheeks. 

“Lemme rephrase that:” Max stated, “I need you to take your cock and fuck me as hard as you can, and then I want you to cum all over me. Got it?”

“I-” Victoria began to say, then shut herself up, took hold of her cock, lined herself up with Max's drenched entrance and pushed into her with one smooth, controlled thrust. 

“Oh that's it, right there!” Max crooned as Victoria filled her. 

“Now fuck me!” she demanded, placing Victoria's hands on her hips. 

Victoria didn't need any other encouragement. She began a brutal pace, driving her hips against the flesh of Max's ass, creating a symphony of wet smacks as she fucked Max like her entire being was governed by lust. 

“God, yeah, just like that.” Max braced herself against the cubicle wall as Victoria took her. 

“My clit!” she gasped. “I need-!”

Victoria reached between her legs, swiftly finding the sensitive little nub, even with the motion of her cock pounding into Max's tightness. There, she lavished it with attention, deftly stimulating Max with alternating strokes and tight little circles. 

Max moaned, pushing her ass back against Victoria's hips, encouraging both her thrusting and giving Victoria better access to her clit. 

“You fuck me so good!” Max gasped. “Your cock, your fingers… don't you dare stop!”

Her partner growled, as eager to please Max as she was about achieving her own orgasm. She took her free hand and raked her nails down Max's back, drawing a cry from the smaller woman, then reached around to roughly palm Max's breast, pinching her nipples hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain. 

And all the while, she never let up the pace of her thrusts, taking Max as if they were the only two people on Earth. 

“I'm gonna cum!” Max suddenly announced, and not even a moment later, her words rang true. A guttural moan escaped her throat, her thighs quivered uncontrollably, and her inner walls tightened around Victoria's shaft to the point that she found continued thrusting to be an impossible task. 

“Holy shit.” Max gasped when her orgasm had abated enough for speech to return. “That was amazing.”

“I could tell.” Victoria smirked. “I thought your legs were gonna give out for a second, there.”

“They almost did.” Max admitted. “I came pretty hard.”

“Can you keep going?”

Max looked back at Victoria, and through the hair plastered to her face, and the flush spread across her cheeks, and her lidded, half-glazed eyes, Victoria could see the furnace of Max's desire was in no way dimmed. 

“Vee, I told you I wanted you to fuck me as hard as you could. Do I need to repeat myself?”

Inside Max, Victoria's cock pulsed. 

“N-no.”

“Then fuck me, and you better not stop until you cum.”

Victoria growled. One of her hands went to Max's neck, not to choke, but to apply enough pressure to encourage Max to draw herself more upright and arch her butt back into Victoria's hips. Her other snaked around Max's side, ensuring Max couldn't escape while also giving her enough reach to resume playing with her tits. 

She resumed her pace, their bodies smacking wetly together in a decadent display of pure lust. 

Victoria grunted, fully immersed in the midst of satisfying her most primal urges. She looked down, fascinated with the sight of her cock plunging into Max's entrance with every thrust, coupled with the always-entrancing ripples that spread wonderfully across her cheeks. 

“I'm-” she started to say. 

No sooner than the first word had left her mouth, the cubicle door swung unexpectedly open. On the other side stood a blinking, extremely confused elderly woman, wrapped in a towel and carrying a toiletry bag. 

Victoria froze, mid-thrust. Unfortunately for her, she'd turned round enough to make immediate, inevitable eye contact with the old lady, resulting in Victoria pulling an expression like a possum that had had a shoe thrown at it. 

“What's wrong, why'd you stop - oh shit!” Max exclaimed, once she looked behind them and saw their sudden, uninvited guest. 

For a single, infinitely awkward moment, silence reigned, broken only by the sound of the rushing water. Then, the old lady spoke. 

“Oh my!” she stammered. “I'm so terribly sorry, I didn't realise anyone was in here!”

“Clearly there is!” Victoria spoke up, awkwardly pulling out of Max as the two of them attempted to cover themselves as best they could. Thankfully they had been facing away from the cubicle door when it swung open, meaning, if they were lucky, the old lady had only seen them naked from the rear. 

“Didn't you realise this stall was occupied?” Max incredulously questioned her. 

“What's that, dearie? You'll have to speak up. My hearing ain't what it used to be.” the old woman cupped a hand to her ear to demonstrate her point. 

“Just shut the door!” Victoria waved her hand in what she hoped was an obvious enough motion. 

Thankfully, the woman seemed to get the message. She held up her hands in ownership of the situation, stammered another apology, then swiftly closed the cubicle door, giving Victoria and Max a modicum of privacy back.

“Oh my god.” Max whispered. “Kill me. Kill me now.”

“At least it's over now?” Victoria whispered back. “And I don't think she-” 

There was the sound of the door from the next cubicle over swinging open, and then the sound of the shower being turned on. After a moment, contented humming could be heard as the woman began whatever cleaning routine she had. 

Max and Victoria looked at each other, sharing a flabbergasted look. 

“Sorry again, ladies. My name's Elspeth. I like to have a nice, steamy early morning shower, y'see.” The woman called out. “Does wonders for my glaucoma. Well, that and the good shit I get from that lovely young man at the dispensary.”

“Oh my fuck is this actually happening?” Max whispered. 

Victoria held out her arms in a ‘fuck if I know?’ gesture. 

“Very smart, by the way.” The old woman continued. “You know, the two of you sharing water like that. Good for the environment. I used to do it with my friend Beatrice all the time, but someone saw us at the local pool and then the whole town was convinced we were lesbians! That is, until we both married our husbands and set the record straight…”

“She can't be that oblivious. No way.” Victoria continued to whisper. 

“But anyway, you two should be proud of how environmentally conscious you are. You young people are the future, y'know.” the lady went on. 

“Holy shit she is .” Victoria corrected herself. 

“I mean…” Max fixed her with an extremely devious look. “... If she's that oblivious, I don't think she'll notice if we just… keep going.”

Victoria looked at her as if she'd gone insane. 

“Uh, she'll definitely hear us fucking. No one is that clueless.”

“Not if we switch it up, and you keep quiet.” Max whispered. 

As cautious as she was, Victoria couldn't help but be intrigued. Plus, after multiple interruptions, she really wanted to cum. 

“... Go on.”

“Attagirl.” Max flashed her  a scandalous grin. Her hand made its way downwards until it was once more gripping Victoria's still-semi-erect member, and languidly stroked it until it had regained almost all of its former hardness. 

“This your whole plan, or is there more?” Victoria whispered, unconsciously rocking her hips into Max's grip. 

“There's more.” the scandalous grin never wavered for even a second. “Push me against the wall.”

Victoria instantly obeyed, not even trying to hide how desperate she was as she pressed Max up against the cubicle wall. The tip of her cock pressed into Max's belly, and Victoria had to resist the urge to grind on her. 

“Good.” Max breathed. She wrapped her arms around Victoria's shoulders. “Now pin my leg up.”

Victoria hooked an arm under Max's thigh, and hoisted her leg into the air. Fortunately, Max was flexible, rendering it easy enough to support her partner's leg on her shoulder. Her cock, due to the shift in position, came to rest between Max's legs, brushing through pink, slick folds. 

“I think you know what to do now.” Max ground herself against the thick cockhead, just in case Victoria somehow missed the message. 

Instinctively, Victoria pushed forwards, meeting Max in the middle. She was forced to stifle a groan as her cock was enveloped in tight, wet heat once more. She resorted to biting Max's shoulder instead. 

“That's it.” Max half-gasped into her ear. “Deeper.”

“You feel so good…” Victoria kept her voice low, burying as much of herself inside Max as possible. 

She stilled for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of Max's inner walls enveloping her cock, all while Elspeth rattled on in the background, completely failing to notice her rambling stream of consciousness was being summarily ignored. 

“Do I?” Max continued to whisper. “What about now?” and she tilted her hips, technically making the angle shallower, but allowing her pubic bone to press down on Victoria's head. 

Victoria bit Max's shoulder, clamping down as hard as she dared in order to not cry out. She resumed thrusting, at once being immensely cautious of making any noise, but she also desperately wanted to cum. 

Max, knowing her inside and out, noticed. 

“Are you close?” 

“Gimme a minute!” Victoria hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Want me to help you?” Max offered. 

“How?!” Victoria still had enough wits about her to recognise the absurdity of the suggestion: she had a wet, naked, willing Max pressed up against the wall, fully buried inside her, pumping her cock at a luxuriously deliberate pace. 

“Like this.” Max leaned in to whisper into her ear once more. 

“I never feel more complete than when we're making love. The way you fill me, the way you know just how to touch me… if I could I'd let you take me all day, every day. Vee… it's like you were made to fuck me.”

Something about Max's words, the way she so lovingly moaned them into Victoria's ear while her hands roamed over Victoria's body, caressing her breasts, her back, her ass, was enough to push her over the edge. 

“I'm gonna cum!” she gasped. 

“Do it inside me.” Max encouraged her. “Cum inside my tight, wet pussy.”

Victoria was too far gone to argue otherwise. With a titanic effort, she managed not to let out the scream that had been building inside, instead simply releasing a choked exclamation into Max's shoulder. She grabbed her lover's ass, pulling her close as she thrust her aching cock into Max's cunt one final time, and let herself go. A flood of hot, thick cum erupted from her cock, filling Max completely as Victoria simply emptied herself inside her. 

“Good girl.” Max praised her as Victoria shuddered against her. “Let it all out. You deserve it.”

“Max…” Victoria weakly moaned. She thrust once, twice, burying herself as deeply as possible inside the warmth of Max's inner walls, and finally stilled. 

Max smiled, stroking Victoria's wet hair and allowing her partner a long few moments to recuperate, before tapping her shoulder and indicating she should pull out. 

Reluctantly, Victoria did so. 

‘Wow.’ she mouthed at Max, who giggled and pressed a finger to her lips. 

“C'mon,” she said, low enough for Elspeth to remain none the wiser, “let's clean up and get out of here before our ‘friend’ there figures out we're not just sharing water.”

“Sure, but…” Victoria's face contained a tint of regret. 

“What's up?”

“It's not that I don't enjoy getting to cum inside you…”

“But?” Max raised an eyebrow. She had a decent idea where Victoria was going with this. 

“But I really wanted to finish on your ass.” Victoria confessed. 

Max grinned wolfishly and leaned in. “Who's to say that's still not gonna happen later?”

Victoria's eyes widened in hope.

“Oh.”

Early the next day… 

“Oh god! That's it, right there!” Max cried. “Fuck me like you mean it!” she shot back at Victoria. 

Victoria grunted. “How is this not good enough for you?!” she forced through gritted teeth.

“Harder!” Max commanded. 

Victoria growled, a sound Max always loved to hear during sex. It meant Victoria was about to drop any inhibitions and fuck her like she owned her. 

Victoria slapped Max's ass, hard, drawing an ecstatic cry from the photographer. Max was on all fours in front of her, wailing her approval every time Victoria's hips smacked against her ass, and her cock reached the deepest parts of her. In response to Max's command, she gripped the petite woman's hips even tighter, hard enough to leave red marks in her otherwise pale skin, and thrust into Max as intensely as she could. 

Her reward was a wordless, ecstatic exclamation. Max's arms gave out, collapsing her top half into the tent floor and pushing her ass slightly further into the air, something Victoria deeply appreciated as it subtly changed the angle for her, giving her a little more friction during thrusts. 

“You feel so good!” Victoria gasped, sweat pouring down her forehead, and quite literally dripping down onto Max's ass. 

“You do too!” Max could barely even moan. “Your cock feels so fucking good, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Max gasped as Victoria thrust particularly deeply. “Fuck, you're so deep.”

“I've been known… to philosophise… once or twice.” Even though her priority was her squirming, gasping partner, Victoria couldn't resist the joke. 

Evidently Max still had the wherewithal to throw a look back at her.

“I can stop and make you jerk off on your own.” she threatened. 

“Sorry.” Victoria grinned, but didn't lessen her pace.

“Good girl.” Max moaned. “Now fuck me like you own me.”

In response, Victoria leaned her weight forwards, forcing Max entirely into and against the tent floor, with Victoria positioned above. She supported herself with her arms on either side of Max's shoulders, and let herself drive her hips without care. 

“Oh god!” Max cried out as Victoria's hips slapped harder and harder against her ass. She reached down to rub her clit, barely able to find purchase on the sensitive little nub in the midst of Victoria's increasingly erratic thrusts. 

“Don't-stop-don't-stop-don't-stop!” she continued to whine, desperately reaching for her orgasm. 

“I'm cumming!” Max blurted, and not even a second later, Victoria felt her inner walls ripple and flutter and squeeze her cock hard enough to force her out. But although it was a sudden end to the intimate warmth and tightness, she didn't care, as Max's orgasm had been enough to push her over the edge. 

“Me too!” she gasped. She knelt over Max's sweat-drenched ass, pumped her slick cock vigorously with her right hand, and within a few strokes, drenched Max's cheeks with several thick ropes of her offering, even as Max quivered and moaned from the strength of her own orgasm. 

When the last few drops had splattered across the offered flesh, Victoria collapsed to the side, utterly spent in all senses of the word. Next to her, Max rode out the last few aftershocks of her orgasm in a series of rapid gasps, almost hyperventilating, and then stilled. 

The sounds of breathing, heavy but instilled with dual senses of complete satisfaction, filled the tent. Sweat cooled and tensed muscles relaxed, and eventually, the two women instinctively sought each other out and embraced one another. 

For the next few minutes, stillness reigned as aftercare was provided through caresses, and encouraging murmurs, and the gentlest of affirmations. 

“I love you.” Victoria eventually whispered. “Also, wow.”

Max lazily grinned. “Told you you'd finish on my ass.” she wiggled her rear from side to side to illustrate her point. 

“You did.” Victoria tucked a sweat-coated strand of hair behind Max's ear. “Almost like you wanted it to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“I do love it when prophecies fulfil themselves.” Max continued the bit. “Especially when they involve getting one or both of us to cum. Speaking of, yours is still all over my butt.”

Victoria rolled over and grabbed a box of baby wipes from one of their packs, and studiously cleaned her load off of Max's posterior. 

“Tha was hella intense.” Max said once Victoria had finished. “I love it when you fuck me like that.”

“And I love it when you want to be fucked so intensely.” Victoria agreed. She ran her fingers appreciatively down Max's back, enjoying the pleasurable murmur her partner made. 

“In fact...” Max stated, a mischievous note entering her voice. 

Victoria fixed her with a look, narrowing her eyes. “... What?” she said, slowly. After several years of their relationship, she was wise to when Max was about to make a terrible joke. 

“You could say it was…” Max continued with her blatant set up. 

“Maxine.”

“Really fucking in-tents.”

Victoria sighed. 

“God fucking damn it-” 

Chapter Text

Four's Company

Part I

"Dude, I can't believe y'all are married now. Like, holy shit?" 

With a snort, Max set her fruity, incredibly alcoholic drink down on the slightly stained surface of the cocktail bar table, and cast an amused-yet-perplexed look at her blue-haired best friend. 

"Chloe," she said, with the air of a parent explaining to their toddler why sticking dry rice grains up one's nose was, in fact, a bad idea, "you came to our wedding. You were my best man. You made a speech. You proposed to Kate at our wedding."

"With your permission,” Chloe pointed out, “and I know but, you're married." she gesticulated wildly, almost knocking her own drink off the table and causing Max to instinctively reach out in alarm. "Fuckin', married, y'know?" 

"What my soon-to-be wife is trying to say," Kate shot an affectionate glance at her rambunctious fiancé, "is that she's- we're - so happy you two are doing great, and that we can hardly believe it's been, what, almost a year now?" 

"A year next weekend." Victoria nodded. "We can hardly believe it either." She agreed with Kate, and took a sip of her martini. 

"Have you planned anything special?" Kate asked, while Chloe made a show of pouting. 

"We're taking an overnight train through the mountains." Max informed her. "We always drive or fly everywhere so we thought it'd be nice to take a scenic route for once."

"Overnight train, huh?" Chloe re-joined the conversation, waggling her eyebrows during the emphasis on 'overnight'. "You guys are totally gonna run a train on each other aren't'cha? You know, get all up in that caboose. Fire the engines-"

"Chloe!" Kate exclaimed, while Max put her head in her hands and Victoria turned a delicate shade of red (while she didn't want to outright admit it, her and Max were in fact very much planning on fucking each other silly during the trip). 

"Girl please," Chloe protested, "who wouldn't wanna fuck on a sleeper train?"

"That's not the point," Kate countered, "the point is that we don't have the right to know about their sexy– I mean private lives. Even if that does sound… nice." she admitted. 

Chloe made a noise that sounded very much like a horse blowing a raspberry. "C'mon, we can talk about sex, right? It's the twenty-first century ferchrissakes! The kids on the Tiktoks are talking about topping each other and being stepped on and pegging and shit. It's an open subject these days! Like, Kate, I'm totally cool with saying you're fuckin' buck wild when we bang-"

"Chloe Price!" Kate hissed, immediately turning a much more vibrant shade of red than Victoria. 

"I'm so sorry." She said to Max and Victoria. "We drove all day to come and catch up with you two and she's being…"

"Horny?" Max offered. 

"A troublemaker, yes." Kate nodded. 

Chloe simply grinned. 

"I mean, I don't mind?" Max offered. "I've had way too many conversations with Chloe about sex than is probably healthy. Like, when I was hanging out with her one time at Blackwell, she just outright told me she ate pussy for the first time the previous night." 

"And how!" Chloe beamed. "It was with-" 

"Rachel. We know." Max interrupted her, matching her grin. 

Kate rolled her eyes. 

"Oh shit, that reminds me!" Chloe slapped her hand down on the table. "She told me once - after like our third breakup, I think? - that she had a thing for you, Vicky."

"Wait what?" Victoria blurted in surprise. "She did?" 

"Yup." Chloe nodded. "She always kinda wanted to jump your bones, but…"

"But I was in the middle of figuring out I was trans." Victoria finished. "Wouldn't have been a good idea. I wasn't in the right headspace for a relationship."

Max reached over and laid her hand over Victoria's. "I'm glad you were by the time we reconnected." And she smiled at her wife, beatifically so. 

"Me too." Victoria returned the smile. "Y'know, I should really send Rachel a message or something. Last I heard she was doing regular modelling down in Santa Monica."

"Anyway." Chloe interjected. "If you two are done making googly eyes at each other and discussing my ex: what's the riskiest place you've fucked?" 

"Oh my God." Kate groaned. "Letting you have alcohol was a mistake."

"You don't have to answer." Chloe shrugged. "Just wanna see if you can beat me and Katie."

"Are you talking about…?" Kate asked, concern spreading across her face. 

"I am." Chloe smirked. 

"In that case, I need another drink." Kate stood up - with a small wobble, courtesy of her two previously imbibed cocktails - and made to head towards the bar. "You ladies want anything?" 

A brief round of drinks orders ensued, and a minute later, Kate departed for the crowded bar. 

"Okay, now we can talk as filthy as we want and I won't embarrass her." Chloe leaned forward. "Riskiest place. Go."

Max cast a glance at Victoria, who grinned, and nodded. 

"I gave her head at a public beach once." Max said. "Got her to cum all over my tits, too." She proudly stated. 

"Nice." Chloe nodded at Victoria, who blushed a little. "But that definitely doesn't beat ours."

Max raised an eyebrow. "Yours is riskier than me blowing my wife just out of sight of a hella crowded beach? I gotta hear this."

"Church confessional booth." Chloe said with a positively sinful smirk. 

Max and Victoria's jaws collectively dropped. 

"Oh my god!" Victoria exclaimed. 

"Yeah that's what Katie was saying." Chloe's smirk spread ever wider. "Y'know, because I was knuckle deep in her pussy." 

"Dude!" Max incredulously blurted. 

"What? If that was too much detail, you literally just told me you made Vicky splooge all over your tits." Chloe vigorously pointed out. 

"No, just, a church confessional booth?" 

"Oh God, you told them?" groaned a returning Kate, arms laden with a fresh round of drinks. 

"Of course." Chloe nonchalantly said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "And Max told me she blew Vicky here on a beach."

"No one could see us!" Max hastily informed Kate, whose eyes had gone wide. 

"Yes but, what about sand? It gets everywhere." Kate pointed out. 

"Sounds like the only stuff that went anywhere was onto Max's boobs." Chloe giggled, very much like an immature thirteen-year-old, while the rest of the table visibly cringed. 

"I'm already regretting telling you that…" Max groaned. She reached for her drink and chugged half of it in three large gulps. 

Chloe, once again, simply waggled her eyebrows. 

Several rounds of generously alcoholic cocktails later… 

"No seriously," Max loudly proclaimed as she crossed the threshold to their modest dwelling, "get yourselves a doxy, it'll change your fuckin' life, dude."

"She's right." Victoria slurred slightly as she brought up the rear of the pack. "Like, no vibrator's ever made me cum before, but that thing made me jizz so hard I thought my dick exploded."

"Eww!" Kate giggled, although one glance at her face confirmed that in reality, she thought it was anything but disgusting. 

"I'm serious, it went everywhere!" Victoria continued. "Like, all over my tits, my hair, Max's legs 'cos she was sitting on me, her tits as well…" 

"Bruh how much did you cum, holy shit?" Chloe asked, sounding very much impressed. 

"Hey, I can't help it if I've got range." Victoria pointed out as she collapsed onto the couch. 

"I mean, same." Chloe admitted. "I've squirted, like, two feet. Maybe three."

"Shut the fuck up, no you haven't." Max accused her old friend. 

"I don't know, have I, Kate?" Chloe threw a grin her fiancé's way. 

"Aaand with that, I'm going to bed." Kate announced, but not without a small, telling grin. "G'night." she blew a kiss Victoria's way, who mimed snatching it out of the air and placed it on her lips. 

"Point is, I can put my money where my mouth is." Chloe stated when Kate had left the room. "Or, should that be, Vicky can put her money-shot where Max's mouth is, heyyooo!" 

As one, several coats, bags and couch cushions were thrown at her. 

A few hours later… 

Chloe woke disorientingly quickly. She sat bolt upright, overcome with a pressing, urgent need to pee. She groaned as the sudden transfer to verticality hit, and all the wooziness, aches, and general sense of 'oh god what the fuck' of a rapidly approaching hangover announced their presence. 

"Shit." She swore to herself. She still felt a little drunk, which didn't bode well for the morning. She pushed herself into a standing position, wavering a little as her sense of balance momentarily refused to work. 

"Mm…wassup?" Kate murmured from her curled up, foetal position on the other side of the bed. 

"Nothin', just gotta pee." Chloe whispered. 

"Go pee then come back and cuddle me." Kate softly commanded. 

Chloe reached over and affectionately squeezed Kate's shorts-clad butt, earning a vague mumble from her partner, then quietly made her way out of the spare bedroom and into the darkened corridor. 

Two doors presented themselves to her: one on the left, and one on the right. One of them led into the guest bathroom, and the other into Max and Victoria's master bedroom.

"Goddamnit, which fuckin' one is it?" Chloe whispered to herself, wishing she hadn't been so drunk when Max had told her which one it was, hours earlier before they came to bed. 

Still, she supposed, she had a fifty-fifty chance of choosing the right door. 

Those were pretty good odds, right? 

"Fuck it." She decided, and picked the door on the left. Quickly, but quietly, she grasped the handle and opened the door as softly as possible. 

What she saw inside made it immediately obvious her choice of door had been very, very wrong. 

The bedroom, which it definitively was, was clearly lit by the light on Victoria's phone, the inbuilt camera pointed in Max's direction, obviously in the midst of recording a video of her, positioned as she was between Victoria's legs. 

The subject of the video? Max's mouth, sealed firmly around Victoria's cock, sliding luxuriously up and down the thick, engorged shaft, slick with a mixture of precum and Max's saliva. 

Chloe couldn’t help but watch, her eternally horny, lesbian lizard brain immediately enraptured and struck dumb by the sight of Max, who was mostly naked aside from her underwear, enthusiastically sucking Victoria’s cock. Victoria was still mostly clothed, but one of Max’s hands was under her shirt, clearly teasing a nipple at the same time as her lips and tongue serviced her wife’s length.

“Oh fuck!” Chloe involuntarily groaned, fascinated by how Victoria’s hips were thrusting upwards in small, sharp increments every time Max’s mouth descended over her shaft.

Had Chloe been less woozy, or thought to use her brain beforehand, she would have heard soft utterances such as "Oh fuck, Max, don't stop!" and "Right there, keep going!" prior to attempting to solve the door conundrum

But she wasn't, and she hadn't, so she didn't. 

Max and Victoria, however, very much heard Chloe's soft exclamation. 

“Shit!” Victoria swore as Max instinctively released Victoria’s cock with an audible pop, attempting to cover her breasts at the same time. Victoria scrambled to yank the covers over the both of them, hiding her still-prominent erection and Max’s half-naked body.

“Chloe what the fuck?!” Max hissed, while Victoria went a bright shade of red, visible even in the semi-darkness.

“I’m sorry!” Chloe blurted as she finally averted her eyes. “I got up to pee and I couldn’t remember which door the bathroom was and I’m still kinda drunk and - Jesus I’m so fuckin’ sorry! Didn’t mean to walk in on you guys.”

“You could’ve knocked!” Max pointed out, gesticulating vigorously.

“I - shit, yeah. Sorry. Like, seriously.” Chloe agreed, looking like she wanted a portal to Hell to open up beneath her feet and devour her whole.

A whole, entirely awkward ten seconds passed without a single word being said, while Chloe stared pointedly at the floor.

Victoria sighed. “Oh my god - it’s fine, okay? Mistakes happen. Go and pee, and just, get the right room this time, okay?”

“Right.” Chloe nodded, and awkwardly backed out of the bedroom. “Just ignore me. Pretend I was never here. Ladies, as you were.”

And then, she was gone, with a quiet clack as the door was closed.

“That did not just happen!” Max whisper-groaned, letting herself fall back onto her pillow and covering her face with her hands.

Victoria sucked air in through her teeth. “Right?”

Max continued. “I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that she walked in on us, or that tomorrow is just gonna be all of the awkward.”

“We could just pretend it didn’t happen?” Victoria suggested.

“No.” Max shook her head. “We should probably work it out. Otherwise it’ll just hang over us all day.”

Victoria made a face. “You’re probably right, as always.” 

“Mm.” Max made an agreeable noise. 

“God fucking damn it,” Victoria swore, looking under the covers at her still fully erect member, “I’m gonna have blue balls all night now.”

“That’s your concern?” Max said, incredulously. “She just saw me basically naked, with a dick in my mouth!”

“I mean it was my dick she saw.” Victoria protested. “So technically, it’s equally awkward for both of us.”

“That’s not - let’s just get some sleep and figure out what we’re gonna do in the morning.” Max sighed.

“Okay, fine.” Victoria relented. She looped an arm around Max, who happily snuggled up to her.

A minute passed in near-silence, the only sounds in existence being their respective breaths.

“One thing though…” Victoria whispered. 

“Urgh, what?” Max groaned.

“Is it me or did she sound kind of … into it? Like, turned on maybe?”

Max blinked no less than nine times. “Oh my god.”

Just then, the muffled sounds of a toilet flushing could be heard through the closed bedroom door.

“‘As you were’?!” Chloe admonished herself as she crept back to the spare bedroom. “The fuck, Price? Might as well have offered to hold the fuckin’ camera for them!”

Her next step lurched as a vivid recollection of Max blowing Victoria flashed through her brain.

“Oh great, that’s probably a core memory now.” She sarcastically said to herself as she let herself into the bedroom.

To her total lack of surprise, Kate was sat up in bed, arms crossed over her chest.

“Chloe Elizabeth Price. What did you do?” She accused her errant partner.

Chloe winced. There was no getting around it, especially when Kate used her full name.

“I, uh …” She swallowed nervously. “I maybe accidentally walked in on Max and Vicky? In the middle of things?”

Kate’s eyes bulged. “You did what?!” 

“I didn’t mean to!” Chloe protested. “My brain was all foggy and shit and I couldn’t remember which door the bathroom was and-”

“You could’ve knocked!” Kate interrupted, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. 

“Yeah that's what Max said.”

“I probably don’t want to know this, but, when you say ‘in the middle of things’, how in the middle of things?”

“Uh. Very?” Chloe cringed. 

“Define ‘very’.”

Chloe sighed. “Max was giving Vicky a blowjob.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“God damn it.” Kate cursed, surprising Chloe with her use of a religious-based expletive. “Did you at least apologise?”

“Of course! Like, three times.” Chloe defended herself.

“How did they take it?”

“Okay? I think? Like, they weren’t mad, at least not at the end. Just hella awkward.” Chloe held her arms up in a shrug as she finished her sentence.

“Well at least it’s not a total disaster.” Kate muttered, partially to herself. “In the morning, we’ll - you’ll - apologise again, and maybe we can salvage this.”

“Don’t worry, I’m hella ready to throw myself on Vicky's- I mean their sword. Figuratively speaking.” Chloe stumbled through her words, incredibly aware of her cheeks growing hotter and hotter.

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Chloe… you’re not… are you?”

“It was kinda hot, okay?” Chloe capitulated. “Like, I’ve never seen something like that before - at least not in person - and Vicky was moaning and Max was obviously hella good at it, and you all of people should know how much I love sex, and-”

“Okay, okay. Don’t burst a blood vessel.” Kate reassured her. “Just, come back to bed, and we’ll figure all this out later.”

“You think we can?” Chloe asked her as she clambered into the bed, and wrapped Kate up in her arms, taking her customary position as the big spoon.

“Sure.” Kate yawned. “Now go to sleep.”

A minute passed, with Chloe becoming increasingly squirmy until she was practically grinding her crotch against Kate’s butt.

“Do I have to get a squirt bottle?” Kate threatened.

“No, just … I’m horny, okay?” Chloe complained. 

“I can tell.” Kate swatted Chloe’s hand away, which had been creeping up and under her shirt.

“Do you think you could-”

“No.” 

“Goddamnit.” Chloe groaned.

It was going to be a long night.

Morning arrived, all too soon for everyone’s liking. Victoria and - unbeknownst to her - Chloe had both found it difficult to sleep: Victoria because of having a really fucking good blowjob cut short, and Chloe having her burgeoning needs completely unfulfilled. 

Max and Victoria made their way downstairs first, wearing two very similar PJ and shorts combos. Max sat at the kitchen table while Victoria busied herself with making four cups of coffee - figuring an injection of high-quality caffeine would have a chance at breaking any potential - or entirely likely - ice.

It was another ten minutes before the sound of their guests were heard descending the stairs. When Kate and Chloe entered the kitchen, Victoria noted that Kate’s expression was open yet guarded, and Chloe just looked outright sheepish. They both grabbed a chair and sat themselves at the table, Chloe opposite Max and Kate next to her fiance. 

No one said a word until Victoria placed three mugs of steaming Colombian roast on the table, and sat herself down in her chair next to Max, her own mug cupped firmly in her hands. 

“Thanks for the coffee.” Kate finally broke the silence.

“No problem.” Victoria made an effort to smile, hoping it came across as unbothered, but it, in fact, looked more like a grimace.

“I suppose we should-” Kate began, before being interrupted by Chloe.

“I’m real fucking sorry. Seriously.” The punk looked extremely guilty. “I should’ve knocked, or fuckin’ remembered which door you told me was the bathroom. I was still kinda drunk and my brain just didn’t …” she threw up her hands in an ‘I don’t know what more I can say’ gesture.

Max took a large breath in, then released it, and smiled at her best friend. “It’s probably fine. You’re an idiot, but it’s okay. Like, I’m pretty sure we’ve all either walked in on or been walked in on while being intimate, or at least had something equally awkward happen.”

As one, the three other women at the table solemnly nodded.

“I mean,” Chloe said, after a long moment of silence. Three sets of eyes turned to her, “it kinda comes with gay territory.” She continued. “Like, there was one time my Mom just barged right through the door while I was face-first in Rachel’s pussy, ‘cos the notion that I might be queer had somehow never even crossed her mind, or the fact that queer ladies might occasionally fuck each other, y’know? Anyway I’m pretty sure she screamed loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood.”

Victoria snorted. “You think that’s bad? We once got caught fucking in a campsite shower.” She paused, and smirked. “Well, I say caught. It was technically some random old lady who, bless her heart, somehow didn’t catch on to what we were doing and told us we were clever for ‘saving water’. Never mind the fact that I was behind Max and inside her the whole time.”

“Oh man, I was ready to die of embarrassment,” Max chimed in, “but then she just ... didn't notice, and we were still hella horny so we just, well, kept going.”

“We finished, too." Victoria grinned. 

“Nice.” Said Kate, much to the surprise of Chloe, who raised an eyebrow at her.

“What?” Kate spread her arms. “If you can think Max blowing Vicky is hot, I can give approval to them having a happy ending after an interruption like that. Besides, after all that sex talk yesterday, especially from you, I figured you deserved a little payback.”

And with that, the ice was broken, with Kate grinning mischievously at her partner.

Chloe’s eyes immediately widened to the size of dinner plates, and her face became a vibrant shade of red.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” Victoria crowed, victoriously so. “Max, I told you she thought it was hot!”

“Wait, what?” Chloe shook herself out of her momentary state of shock. “You knew?”

“I mean,” Max said, “I know I give good head, and after Victoria suggested you were kinda … turned on by it, I guess it did make sense? Like, I think most people get turned on by watching someone else perform an intimate act … ace people excluded, of course.”

“Oh she was definitely hella turned on.” Kate’s grin intensified. “She was practically humping my leg afterwards. Thought I’d need to make her take a cold shower.”

“Okay fine,” Chloe admitted, “I found watching you go down on Vicky super hot, and I spent the rest of the night feeling worked up about it. And while I’m at it, Max, you’ve got super nice tits, and Vicky, one hell of a cock. Y’all happy now?” She crossed her arms in a pout. 

“I’m very happy.” Kate stated.

“I am too.” Max agreed. “It’s always fun seeing Chloe sweat.”

“You’re all a bunch of dickbags.” Chloe flipped them the bird.

“I mean, I’m not happy…” Victoria stated.

All eyes turned to her.

“In fact, I’m on Chloe’s side,” Victoria continued, “because guess who spent the night also feeling horny as fuck, because someone didn’t want to finish me off?” She shot an accusatory look at Max.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Max placed a hand over her chest, “sorry that my best friend walking in on me blowing my wife was surprising enough to kill the mood.”

“And yet we finished fucking in that camp shower.” Victoria pointed out. 

“Oh, you wanna go there?” Max said, her face practically screaming ‘bitch you better not’.

“Yeah, I wanna go there.” Victoria grinned.

Kate and Chloe’s eyes switched between them, like following a tennis match.

“Well if you’re so horny and so comfortably open, why don’t I just blow you right in front of them?”

Victoria narrowed her eyes and leaned in, close enough that her face was inches from Max’s.

“Do it, Caulfield, I fucking dare you.”

“Wait, are - are you serious?” Max’s eyes flicked over to Kate and Chloe, who were watching intently.

“Deadly serious.” Victoria confirmed. Her pulse was racing and she could feel heat creeping up from under her collar, but she wasn’t about to back down. “Blow me.”

“I-” Chloe began, before her voice caught in her throat. She cleared it, and tried again. “I, uh, also wouldn’t say no? Like, that’s something I’d want to see.” She fidgeted in her chair, looking both incredibly eager and uncharacteristically nervous.

Max blinked. This was not going the way she’d assumed when she woke up, only around half an hour earlier.

“...Kate?” She ventured.

Kate swallowed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but, Chloe did make it sound pretty hot. And I do actually like sex, despite outward appearances, so…” She looked away, her face tinged pink.

Max took a moment to think, before making her decision. 

“Fuck it.” She declared. “Victoria, c’mere.”

“Oh my god, really?” Victoria sounded legitimately surprised. “Like, actually…?”

“Yes, actually.” Max stated with as much confidence as she could. She took Victoria’s hand and pulled her upright, then began to lead her over to the living room couch.

“You’re only young and adventurous once, right? Don’t let me back out of this.” She said to an eager Victoria.

“Are you two coming?” Max directed the question at Chloe and Kate, who both nodded enthusiastically, and followed them over to the couch. 

“Sit.” Max ordered.

The three of them obeyed, with Victoria in the middle, and Kate and Chloe on either side of her.

“Wait, Max,” Victoria held out a hand as Max made to kneel down, “are you totally, completely sure about this?”

Max took a breath. 

“Yes.” She nodded.

She leaned forwards, and captured Victoria’s lips in a passionate kiss. Victoria met her enthusiasm, eagerly kissing her back.

“Wow…” Max heard Kate softly whisper from her left. 

After a few moments, Max broke the kiss in order to trail her lips down Victoria’s jawbone, drawing an excited shudder from her wife. At the same time, she moved her right hand down over Victoria’s chest, stomach and abdomen, until it came to rest in Victoria’s lap.

Unsurprisingly, her wife was already hard.

“That’s fucking hot.” Chloe breathed, watching intently as Max grasped Victoria’s cock over the material of her shorts, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

Max moved away, enough to make eye contact with Victoria, who took a deep breath in, and nodded.

With a smile, Max nodded back. Then, she knelt down properly, and nudged Victoria’s legs apart so she could fit between them. With a confident, firm grasp, she took hold of the waistband of both Victoria’s shorts and underwear, and gave them a good pull.

Victoria’s cock, swollen and already beading with precum, jutted into the air, freed from its cottony prison.

Max gripped it, causing Victoria to twitch. 

Neither Kate nor Chloe said a word, they were both anticipating what was going to come next, although Chloe’s mouth was hanging open, and her breath was coming in audible pants.

Then, Max dipped down, and ran her tongue up the entire length of Victoria’s cock, kissed the tip, and took the head into her mouth.

Victoria cried out, struggling not to cum there and then. It had been a long and frustrating night, and any amount of pleasure immediately felt doubled in efficacy. 

“Max!” She moaned, already thrusting her hips into the velvety warmth of her wife’s mouth.

“Holy shit!” Chloe whispered, not looking away for a single millisecond as Max drove forward, and took the entire hard length of Victoria’s cock down her throat. 

“Max! Fuck!” Victoria cried. She hadn’t expected Max to deepthroat her so soon, and it wasn’t doing her any favours in terms of how long she was going to last.

Max held her for a few seconds, then came back up, establishing a vigorous rhythm as she took the hard length into her mouth again, and again, and again…

Victoria's entire body convulsed in pleasure. Her hips arched, driving her cock further into Max's mouth, which she happily took into her stride. Involuntarily, her left hand shot out, and while that normally would have resulted in her gripping the bedsheets like her life depended on it, this time it meant her scrabbling hand came into contact with Chloe's bare thigh, just below her shorts. 

Automatically, or perhaps instinctively, Chloe laid her right hand on top of Victoria's, both as assurance and encouragement as Victoria's pleasurable gasps grew louder and harsher. 

Victoria looked over at her, and the way her brows were knitted together, and her mouth hung open in pleasure, and how her cheeks were tinged pink activated something in Chloe's brain: a need to be involved, to bring Victoria to the edge and then over it. But she didn't want to just dive in, not without any clear boundaries so far… 

After a moment's thought, she twisted slightly, and while keeping Victoria's hand on her thigh, leaned over and placed her free hand on the back of Max's head, threading her fingers through the soft brown hair. 

Max's eyes flicked over to her, obviously questioning, but she otherwise didn't slow her pace, continuing to take Victoria's cock into the warmth of her mouth. 

"Is this okay?" Chloe asked. 

"Mhmm." Max replied, with as much clarity as she could through a mouthful of dick, causing Victoria to moan at the sudden vibration. She relaxed her throat, just in case Chloe accidentally applied too much pressure, and let Chloe partially control her motion. 

She needn't have worried. Chloe's hand was a constant presence, yet she only applied a gentle pressure to the back of Max's head, encouraging Max to take Victoria's cock further in, but not so much as to constantly make her deepthroat the twitching organ. 

Victoria groaned, loudly. With Chloe's assistance, Max's mouth had essentially been turned into the warmest, wettest masturbator on the planet. If she had been struggling to last beforehand, she had absolutely no chance now. 

"Max!" She gasped. "Chloe! I'm getting close!" 

Something inside Chloe thrilled at Victoria moaning her name in the same breath as Max's. Kate, on the other hand, clearly felt somewhat forgotten, as she reached over to cup Victoria's cheek, gently turning her head until they were facing each other. 

"Can I kiss you?" She asked. 

Victoria eagerly nodded, and Kate swiftly leaned in, bringing their lips together. Even though most of her brain was occupied with the sensation of Chloe driving Max's mouth onto her cock, the small part that was still capable of rational thinking noted that kissing Kate felt almost entirely different to kissing Max: it was more tentative, softer, like small wings being fluttered at her lips. 

Victoria's senses went into immediate overdrive. Kate's soft kisses, combined with Max's mouth on her cock, proved enough to send her flying over the edge. 

"I'm gonna cum!" She gasped, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. 

With barely a few seconds left before the inevitable, Max came off of Victoria's cock. 

"I want them to watch you." She declared, wrapping her fingers around Victoria's cock and furiously pumping it, while opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. "I want them to see you cum on me."

"Max!" Victoria cried. She arched her hips upwards, and let go. Her cock twitched once, then spurted several thick ropes of cum across Max's mouth, tongue and chin, before her wife dove forward and took her cock back into her mouth, taking the rest of Victoria's plentiful release down her throat. 

"Fuck…" Victoria moaned weakly as Max swallowed and released her cock with a 'pwah!' 

For a moment, all was silent, save for the heavy sounds of Victoria's breathing as her pulse slowly returned to normal. 

Then, "Does someone have a tissue or something?" Max said through the film of Victoria's cum adorning the lower half of her face. "Kinda got a ton of jizz on my face here." She pointed out, scrunching up her nose in discomfort. 

"One moment!" Kate leapt off the couch and darted into the kitchen, where she retrieved some paper towels from the countertop. 

"Here." She offered them to Max, who accepted them gratefully, and promptly used them to wipe off the rapidly congealing liquid. 

“Thanks.” Max said once her face was clear. “How’re you feeling, Vee?”

Victoria, who still had her head resting back on the couch cushions, made a satisfied, cat-like noise.

“Pretty fucking great.” She declared, pulling her underwear back up, but kicking her shorts away. Although, ‘great’ was far too simple a word for what she felt. She’d found that being pleasured in front of others, people she cared about, people who she admittedly would have zero problems exploring further with … was intoxicating on a level she couldn’t describe.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be doing my job if you didn’t.” Max smirked. “I’m real good at getting her off.” She boasted to Kate and Chloe.

“We can tell.” Kate giggled. “That was … something.”

“It was more than fuckin’ ‘something’, c’mon.” Chloe interjected. “It was real fucking hot, that’s what it was. Like, I’m pretty sure I’m fucking drenched here.”

“Chloe, oh my gosh!” Kate sighed.

“What? It was.” Chloe protested. “And I don’t know about you, but if something ain’t done about it soon, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode.”

“You mean…” Kate trailed off.

“I want to get my vagina licked, Katie, and I don’t care who does it.” 

Max burst out laughing, while Kate blinked several times in the face of Chloe’s bluntness.

“C’mon, we’ve already come this far. Well, Vicky’s definitely cum this far.” Chloe grinned at her own joke. “And I don’t wanna go back to just acting like nothing happened. We just voluntarily watched Max take a facial from her wife, and I’m perfectly happy to just see where this goes, y’know?”

“She has a good point, I guess.” Max shrugged. “And I mean, I think everyone here is comfortable enough with everyone else to want to go further. Show of hands?”

As one, each woman put their hand up, although Chloe’s was accompanied with a raised eyebrow.

“Great, we're all comfy with fucking each other. Like, we're all total smoke-shows, so why wouldn't we be?” She drawled sarcastically. “Now I’ve got a better question, one that helps me with my problem and isn’t something that wasn’t blindingly obvious already: who wants to eat me out?”

There was a moment’s silence, before:

“I do.” Victoria volunteered. 

Once again, Kate blinked in surprise. So did Max.

“What? It makes sense to me.” Victoria defended her decision. “Max, you know how much I love going down on people.” 

“That is true.” Max agreed. “She’s hella good at it, too.”

“Sold.” Chloe declared, and got up in order to begin shimmying out of her shorts.

“Kate, are you okay with this? Like, we’re all operating on a consensual basis here.” Max asked her, even as Chloe’s shorts hit the floor, leaving her in just panties and a baggy t-shirt. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything, just say so, and we’ll stop.”

“I’m okay with it.” Kate nodded. “We’ve had a threesome before, so…”

“Okay, you gotta tell us with who. But, y’know, later.” Max said. “We just needed to know you’re cool with this first.”

“She said she’s cool with it, Maxipad. Now less talking, more pussy eating.” Chloe impatiently insisted.

"You gotta admire her chutzpah." Max shrugged. 

"Agreed." Victoria joined in. "Any woman with that much audacity deserves to come sit on my face." She directed the latter part of the sentence at Chloe. 

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." Chloe grinned. "Oh no whoops, there go my panties." She continued as she yanked her underwear down her legs, and kicked them away. 

"Is she always this… her, during sex?" Max asked. 

“You mean a goofy but lovable dumbass? Because yes.” Kate teased her fiancé, who extended a hearty middle finger. 

"You two, out of the way." Victoria ordered Max and Kate as a still-grinning, now bare-assed Chloe made to straddle her. "Gonna need the whole couch here."

"Well, have at it, I guess." Max made her way over to a comfy armchair adjacent to the couch, which conveniently faced the right direction for Max to have a great view of what was about to take place. 

"Kate?" Max tapped her thighs as she sat down. "Care to take a seat?" 

Kate hesitated for a moment, but then accepted Max's offer, and placed herself delicately on Max's lap, with her back against Max's front. She felt Max's arms immediately encircle her waist, and her fingers begin to affectionately trace up and down her side. 

Over on the couch, Victoria had laid herself out across the length of it, and Chloe was swiftly clambering on top of her. Eagerly, she shuffled her way up the couch, until her knees were planted firmly either side of Victoria's head. 

"Nice." Victoria nodded towards Chloe's crotch, which was already visibly glistening with wetness. 

"Told ya I was wet." 

"I can see that." Victoria crooned. "Can I taste that, too?" 

"Be my guest." Chloe gestured.

"Their flirting is so cute." Max whispered into Kate's ear, who nodded. 

"C'mere." Victoria ordered, grabbing Chloe's butt and shunting her forward a few inches. 

"Goddamn that's a nice ass." She observed, taking a moment to give said ass a decent squeeze. "I'd love to see it bent over in front of me later."

"That depends on how well you do here." Chloe countered. "Get to work."

"Yes, ma'am!" Victoria enthused. She took a moment to inhale the heady scent of Chloe's arousal, then quick as a flash, leaned in, sealing as much of her mouth around Chloe as she could. 

"Damn girl, slow down. It's not a sandwich." Chloe laughed as Victoria's tongue enthusiastically slid through her folds. 

Victoria drew back for a second and looked straight up into Chloe's eyes. 

"Om nom nom." She said as seriously as she could, and while Chloe burst out laughing, dove straight back in. 

"Are you fucking serious?" Chloe giggled, although her hips were already rocking slightly into Victoria's ministrations. "I can't believe you - oh… ohh. Oh god. Vicky… that's… fuck that's good!" 

Victoria smirked to herself, having found Chloe's clit and begun lavishing it with attention. 

"Told you she loves to eat pussy." Max said, both to Chloe - who was already barely listening - and to Kate, whose cheeks were steadily turning red in arousal. 

"Y-yeah." Kate agreed, her eyes firmly locked onto the sight of Victoria's mouth buried between Chloe's legs, and the increasing undulation of Chloe's hips, in time with the motion of Victoria's tongue against her clit. 

"Kate - fuck - she's so good at this." Chloe moaned. "Definitely… not gonna… last long."

Inwardly, Victoria felt her pride blossom, and she attacked the sensitive little nub with renewed vigour. Chloe's resulting ecstatic moan was like music to her ears. 

Over on the armchair, Max couldn't help but notice Kate beginning to squirm a little. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She whispered into Kate's ear. "You like watching my wife pleasuring your lover?" 

"I do…" Kate whispered back. She felt one of Max's hands drift to the hem of her shirt and softly creep beneath it, almost jumping when she felt Max's fingers trace along the skin of her abdomen. 

"Tell me if you want me to stop." Max's hand crept upwards, past her navel, up her stomach and coming to rest just underneath her breasts. At the same time, she moved her other hand to the waistband of Kate's pyjama bottoms, silently asking permission. 

"Don't stop…" Kate breathed, watching as Chloe let out a series of high-pitched gasps and hunched forward, gripping the arm of the couch with one hand and grabbing a fistful of Victoria's hair with the other. 

Max silently moved upwards, cupping a warm breast in her hand. She felt a stiff nipple against her palm, and impulsively rolled it between her fingers. She was rewarded with a gasp and a jolt from Kate, although she still didn't take her eyes off Victoria and Chloe. 

"Fuck!" Chloe cried. "Kate, she's gonna make me - oh god." In the midst of Victoria bringing her to the edge, she looked over at Kate, and saw Max with her hand up Kate's shirt, and her other slowly working its way into Kate's underwear. Kate herself looked incredibly turned on: a bright red flush had made its way up her neck and along her jawline, and she was steadily rocking her hips, even though Max wasn't touching her directly… yet. 

"That's real fucking hot." Chloe moaned.

"Mmm?" Came a questioning noise from Victoria, whose mouth was too full of Chloe's vulva to form any coherent words. 

"Max is touching Kate." Chloe gasped. 

"Mm." Victoria made another noise, sending small but pleasant vibrations through Chloe's clit. 

Fortunately for Chloe, it proved to be the point of her undoing. 

"Fuck!" She gasped. "Kate - she's gonna make me - oh-!" 

She collapsed forward, her muscles clenching and her thighs slamming shut around Victoria's head as she brought Chloe to a much needed orgasm. A muffled squick sound could be heard as Chloe's sudden, violent release splattered across Victoria's face. 

"Ohhh goooodddddd." Chloe warbled, her voice practically composed entirely out of vocal fry. However, she unfortunately didn't have any more time to enjoy the remnants of her orgasm, as Victoria began frantically tapping her thigh, signalling for Chloe to get the hell off her face before she suffocated. 

"Shit, sorry!" Chloe immediately shuffled herself down Victoria's body, coming to rest on her lap and freeing her face. 

Victoria came up, coughing and spluttering. “No offense but, while death by thighs is my preferred way to go out, I'd rather it be between Max's.” She managed to force out between coughs. 

“No offense taken. Also my bad.” Chloe grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, leaving her entirely naked. “You wanna shove your face into my tits as an apology?” 

Victoria's gaze immediately zeroed in on Chloe's breasts; petite, pleasantly shaped, with her left nipple shot through with a small metal bar, featuring two shiny studs on either side. 

“Fuck yes.” Victoria enthused, before diving in and burying her face in Chloe's chest. 

“Better?” Chloe laughed, and pushed her breasts together, smushing Victoria's face between them. 

“MmmM!” Came the muffled, yet clearly appreciative response. 

A high-pitched squeak interrupted them. Chloe looked, and Victoria craned her neck round to see Kate's legs spread wide open, with Max's hand buried inside her pyjamas, and the other thrust up her shirt. Kate's head had fallen back onto Max's shoulders, and she was rolling her hips in time with the subtle movements of Max's fingers inside Kate's underwear. 

“Damn…” Chloe and Victoria said in unison. 

“She's very receptive.” Max cooed as her fingers circled Kate's clit, causing the petite woman to buck her hips. She was clearly enjoying turning Kate into her own personal plaything. 

“Chloe, what's something you call her when you two fuck? Something cute.”

“I, uh.” Chloe blinked and forced herself to think of something, which proved exceedingly difficult given how enthralling the sight of Max pleasuring Kate was. 

“Cup-Kate? I guess?”

“That'll do.” Max grinned. 

“Do you like me touching you, Cup-Kate?” She breathed into Kate's ear. “How about knowing my wife and your fiancé are watching me get you off?”

“Y-yeah!” Kate stammered. “I like it… all of it…”

“Good girl.” Max cooed. “Now how about I make you cum in front of them?”

“Please!” Kate whined, reaching back to grab Max's hair, begging for her to continue stimulating her clit. 

“You're cute when you beg.” Max whispered. “But don't worry, I'll make you cum.”

Kate's response was a wordless cry. She was getting close… oh so close. 

“Here it comes.” Chloe grinned, subconsciously grinding herself against Victoria's crotch. 

Victoria bit her lip. Chloe was still obviously wet, and the heat of her arousal easily bled through the material of Victoria's underwear, engorging her cock once more. Her hands went to Chloe's hips, more out of instinct than anything else, pulling the blue-haired woman more directly onto her length and thrusting against the inviting warmth between her legs. 

Chloe's lips parted, and the ghost of a sigh escaped her lips. Victoria's cock grinding against her wasn't quite enough to get her off, not after the sterling job Victoria had performed with her tongue, but it was enough to keep the fires stoked. 

“Oh Gosh!” Kate exclaimed, and she bucked violently into Max's hand. She shuddered, throwing her head back, and the tendons in her neck stood out in high relief as a clear damp patch formed on the front of her pyjamas. 

She twitched another couple of times as the aftershocks of her orgasm died down, and then collapsed back against Max, breathing heavily. 

“Good girl.” Max repeated, withdrawing her hand from Kate's underwear and making a show of licking her fingers. 

Kate warbled some kind of acknowledgement, drawing a prideful smirk from Max. 

She took a moment to let Kate recover, then gently encouraged her temporary partner to slide off her lap and onto the couch, allowing her to stand. Swiftly and efficiently, Max stripped off her clothes, baring herself for three eager sets of eyes: one of them intimately familiar with her nude form, and the other two taking her in for the first time. 

“... Damn.” whispered Chloe, sweeping her eyes over her best friend's generous display. 

“Now, I have an idea about what to do next.” Max declared, placing a hand on her hip, now cocked at a rakish angle. 

“I just made Kate cum,” she wiggled her fingers, “and Vicky made Chloe cum-” 

“And how!” Chloe interjected. 

Max winked at her. “-and I made Vicky cum, so I suppose my question is… who's gonna make me cum? Because I think I deserve after causing sixty-six percent of the orgasms here.”

“I will.” Kate immediately volunteered. She stood - wobbling momentarily as her legs regained their strength - and embraced Max, drawing her into a fervent kiss. 

Max kissed back, voraciously so, her hands scrabbling at Kate's clothes. The now-damp bottoms went first, leaving Kate nude from the waist down. 

“You have such a nice little ass.” Max complimented her after taking a moment to squeeze said ass. 

“So do you.” Kate responded in kind. 

“I know.” Max grinned, pridefully. She grasped the hem of Kate's baggy sleeping shirt and, with a flourish, pulled it off, rendering the both of them entirely naked. 

“This is the best day ever.” Victoria whispered, watching Kate and Max enthusiastically making out, their bodies gracefully intertwining with each other. 

“Hella fucking agreed.” Chloe nodded, also watching with rapt attention. 

Max suddenly drew back with a gasp. Kate's roaming hands had wandered downwards, until dainty fingers slid gently through Max's now-soaked outer lips. 

“Upstairs.” Max groaned, reluctantly pulling away. “And while I very much appreciate you touching me, we've got all the fun stuff up there, and I really wanna cum.”

“You two, follow.” She ordered, beckoning to Victoria and Chloe, who wasted no time in scrambling off the couch, only somewhat awkwardly. 

The foursome made their way up the stairs, rife with anticipation of further activities, and the tantalising prospect of what the ‘fun stuff’ entailed. Victoria made sure she was last up the stairs, her gaze firmly affixed to Max, Chloe and Kate's respective bare asses, all of which bounced and jiggled wonderfully during the ascent. 

When everyone was upstairs, Max threw open the door to the bedroom, and immediately went to her knees and dragged a box out from under the bed. She opened it, revealing a doxy wand, a purple strap-on, a couple of pairs of handcuffs, a womaniser suction toy, a couple of masturbators suitable for Victoria, and a wooden paddle with lightly sharpened edges designed for scratching skin after it had been impacted by the main part of the paddle. 

Max selected the doxy, plugged it into a wall socket, then cambered onto the bed, where she spread her legs and beckoned for Kate to come lie between them. 

Eagerly, Kate did so, inhaling the scent of Max's clear arousal. 

“Have at me.” Max offered the doxy, smiling encouragingly at Kate. 

“In a minute.” Kate fixed Max with her best bedroom eyes, the ones that usually caused Chloe to melt immediately. “I want to taste you first.”

“I'm not gonna say no to that.” Max placed the doxy to the side, then gestured to herself as if she was presenting a buffet. “Enjoy.”

“Oh I will.” Kate leaned forward and looped her arms around Max's thighs, before extending her tongue and running it through Max's slick folds. 

As Kate got to work, sealing her mouth around Max's lips and working her tongue in talented, controlled swipes, Max let herself relax against the pillows and allowed herself a pleased sigh. 

“Oh she's very good at this.” Max groaned, already moving her hips in time with Kate's tongue, before gasping as Kate pushed her tongue as far inside Max as she could. 

“Hella.” Chloe agreed. “The first time we ever had sex, she actually made me cum first, and I was giving it my A-game, too.”

“MmM.” Kate made a noise into Max's vulva. It sounded prideful. 

Max giggled at the vibrations, before gasping once more as Kate made her way up to her clit, and began lavishing it with attention. 

“Fuck!” Max groaned. “She's - unh - don't think I'm… even gonna… make it to the wand!”

If Max could've seen Kate's expression, she would have seen a delicious little smirk curl its way across Kate's lips. 

“Vee!” Max cried out. “Are you watching? She's gonna make me cum, Vee!” 

“... I'm watching.” Victoria eventually managed to force out. The view from the side of the bed was incredible: Kate's face was planted firmly up against Max's cunt, which was visibly soaked in a mixture of Kate's saliva and Max's juices. Victoria's gaze strayed upwards, taking in the clenching of Max's abdominal muscles, the way Max was touching her own breasts as Kate ate her out, and the flush spreading its mottled way across her freckled chest. 

The entire picture was intoxicating, or rather, for Victoria, hardening. 

Entranced as she was, she barely even registered Chloe sidling up behind her and wrapping her arms around her belly. However, it was impossible to ignore her when Chloe turned her head and kissed her. 

“You're wearing too many clothes.” Chloe whispered into the kiss. 

Victoria made a vague noise of acknowledgement, lifting her arms automatically when Chloe pulled her shirt off. Chloe's hands immediately went to her breasts, gently fondling the pliable flesh she found there and rolling stiff, pebbled nipples between her fingers. Victoria's breath caught in her throat; Max and Kate's welcome display had left her so worked up that Chloe's touch was enough to send her into near-overdrive. 

“God-damn you have fantastic tits.” Chloe's warm breath was back, ghosting over her ear and causing her to shudder in delight. Next, she felt one of Chloe's hands leave her breasts and travel downwards, trailing over her stomach, past her belly button and then pausing to linger over the hem of her underwear, silently asking permission. 

Victoria nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 

Upon receiving consent, Chloe yanked her underwear down, and finished her journey downwards when her fingers brushed over Victoria's pubis, until they finally met and grasped hot, rigid flesh. 

Victoria had to struggle not to gasp. Chloe's touch was different to Max's: more tentative, less practised, but ultimately no less pleasurable. 

“And a fantastic cock, too.” Chloe crooned in her ear. 

Victoria groaned as Chloe tightened her grip. Her automatic instinct was to thrust her cock into Chloe's hand, but she resisted, letting the punk set whatever pace she was comfortable with. 

That pace was apparently deliberately, torturously slow. Victoria gritted her teeth, drawing in sharp gasps of air while Chloe ever-so-teasingly pumped her shaft. 

“How's it feel?” Chloe lightly nipped at Victoria's exposed neck, just enough to cause her breath to catch. 

“G-good.” Victoria moaned, her brain scarcely able to believe Chloe was giving her a handjob while Kate was face-deep in her wife's pussy. 

“Only ‘good’? Well, shit. I must not be doing my job right.” Chloe teased her. The next thing Victoria knew, Chloe scooted around in front of her, dropped to her knees and took Victoria's pre-cum coated head into her mouth with admirable enthusiasm. Victoria cried out, but still, her eyes never left the spectacle in front of her. 

“Kate!” Max managed to gasp, her hands tangled deeply in Kate's voluminous hair, pressing her in between her legs as much as she could. 

“The wand!” she continued, fingers scrabbling at Kate's scalp. “I need-!”

In a flash, Kate disengaged, grabbed the wand from next to Max's sweat-drenched thigh, and brought it to bear on Max's clit. 

“Oh - oh fuck!” Max exclaimed when Kate pushed the power button. Her exclamation swiftly turned into a cry as Kate simultaneously slid a finger inside her, quickly finding and stimulating Max's g-spot even as the vibrator flooded her clit with overwhelming amounts of pleasure. A flush spread quickly from her face, down her neck and across her breasts, and the tendons in Max's neck stood out in stark relief under her skin as she concentrated on claiming her orgasm. 

Victoria echoed her sentiment, letting out an expletive of her own. She couldn't help it: she began to thrust her hips, claiming Chloe as her own as the punk knelt in front of her, fucking the warmth of her mouth as she saw fit. Chloe relaxed her muscles, seemingly happy to take Victoria's length down her throat again and again without complaint. 

“Vee!” Max cried out for her wife. They made eye contact, and Victoria could tell from her expression alone that Max was right at her limit. Seeing her face, and the way Max was rolling her hips in time with Kate's finger thrusting inside her, was more than enough to work in beautiful combination with how pleasurable Chloe's mouth felt around her cock. 

Max flung out her hand, which Victoria took, their fingers intertwining in a grip as essential as life itself. 

“I'm gonna cum!” Max squeaked. 

“Me too!” Victoria echoed her. 

Upon hearing this, Chloe sealed her lips around the base of the sensitive head and gripped the slippery shaft with her hand, pumping furiously as she prepared herself for Victoria's release. 

Max came first. She let out a high wail and bucked her hips into the wand, even as her inner walls gripped Kate's finger in a vice-like grip and her abundant release sprayed Kate directly in the face. Her grip on Victoria's hand tightened desperately in conjunction with her orgasm. 

“Right there,” Max gasped, “You're making me cum so fucking hard.”

Seeing Max cum would have easily broken Victoria, had not Chloe already pushed her past the point of no return. 

“Oh god!” Victoria exclaimed, her free hand gripping the back of Chloe's head as she felt an explosive wave travel through her abdomen. Chloe, seemingly determined to not be outdone by Max's earlier display - and also attempt to give Victoria the best orgasm of her life - surged forward and took Victoria's cock down her throat, all the way to the base. 

Victoria made a noise that barely sounded human as her cock pumped her release into Chloe's waiting mouth. Her knees buckled and her abdominal muscles clenched, while her grip on Chloe's head held her in place, ensuring the punk swallowed every last drop of her cum.

And all the while, the married couple's hands remained tightly locked together, even when Chloe finally drew back, freeing the slick shaft from the warmth of her mouth, and gave Victoria's ass a good slap, forcing her to collapse onto the bed, perpendicular to her wife, who was smiling contentedly down at Kate as she wiped Max's own release from her mouth. 

A sudden silence ensued as Max and Victoria cooled down from their respective orgasms, aided in Max’s case by Kate placing butterfly-light kisses up and down her inner thighs.

The silence, however, didn’t last long as Chloe audibly swallowed, making a show of clearing the last of Victoria’s cum from her throat, and then gestured at their two clasped hands.

“Fuckin’ unbelievable.” she joked. “I mean, hand holding? You seeing this degenerate, gay shit, Kate?”

“Don’t be mean. I think it’s cute.” Kate gently chastised her.

“Only lesbians hold hands.” Chloe continued, undeterred. “And that’s gay.” she repeated. 

“You’re the one who just sucked gay dick, you giant lesbian.” Victoria countered.

“Fuck you, Chase.” Chloe laughed.

“Fuck you.” Victoria shot back.

“No, fuck me.” Max interrupted. “Because ya girl needs more. Specifically, she wants Vee to fuck her from behind, if she’s willing. If not, whichever one of you two-” she waved at Chloe and Kate, “-has the better strap game needs to pound me into this bed.”

Victoria looked down at her slowly softening shaft. “I mean, the spirit is very willing, but the flesh is rapidly becoming kinda spongy.”

“I’m pretty sure we can help with that.” Kate suggested. “Plus, I haven’t even touched Chloe yet, and I want to make love to my future wife while you two are …” she paused momentarily “... canoodling.”

“You can see why I’m gonna marry her.” Chloe grinned. “She says dorky shit like that and means it unironically.”

“Just get over here already.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Chloe clambered onto the bed while Kate extricated herself from between Max’s thighs. 

“Max, may we?” Kate indicated the wand.

“Be our guests.” 

Chloe snorted. “‘Be our guests, be our guests, take our sex toys for a test, it’s made us cum so have some fun, and once you’re done, then we’re up next…’” she sang.

“Oh my god.” The three other women chorused, in unison, then immediately dissolved into laughter.

“And you claim I’m the dork.” Kate giggled as she drew Chloe into her arms. Chloe kissed her, ravenously, nipping at her lower lip.

“You taste like another woman’s cum.” Chloe breathed.

“So do you.” Kate kissed back. 

The two women embraced each other in a tangle of limbs, hands roaming across breasts, hips, backs, assets, before Kate manoeuvred them into a sitting position and snatched up the doxy. She brought it between both their legs and pushed the power button. The powerful wand immediately whirred into life, as if encouraging them to place their clits against it. 

Without hesitation, Kate and Chloe did just that. 

“Fuck!” Chloe hissed as the deep, penetrating vibrations took effect.

Kate echoed a similar sentiment, albeit without profanity. 

Within moments, the two of them were grinding their hips into one another, their gasps and moans forming a discordant symphony with the familiar buzz of the wand. 

Max and Victoria gazed on with unashamed, naked lust at the sweaty, vigorous display taking place mere inches in front of them. Unconsciously, Chloe's hand strayed to her cock, where she unconsciously began stroking. Even though she'd cum twice already this morning, it didn't take long until she was hard once more. She continued to stroke, now outright pleasuring herself to the sight of Kate and Chloe practically scissoring in front of her. 

She looked over at Max, who was also touching herself, drawing tight little circles around her clit. 

“Still want me to fuck you?” Victoria groaned. 

Like some absurd, horny horse creature, the speed at which Max scurried across the bed in order to plant herself firmly in all fours in front of Victoria would have impressed an Olympic athlete. 

“Someone's eager.” Victoria dryly observed. 

“Vee, I just watched Chloe suck your cock while Kate ate me out, and before that I made Kate cum right after you ate Chloe out. I'm hornier than I've ever been in my fucking life.” Max pressed her ass up against Victoria's cock to emphasise her point. 

“Oh? Then maybe I should just tease you some more.” Victoria smirked, letting her head brush against Max's entrance. 

“Fuck me!” Max aggressively growled. 

Her exclamation was startling enough that Kate and Chloe both stopped mid-hip roll. 

“Girl, I'm pretty sure you should fuck her before she explodes.” Chloe advised. “No, seriously. Take that pussy to pound town.”

Max nodded. “Vee, I swear to god, if your cock isn't inside me in the next five seconds I'mma– oh fuck!”

Before she completed her sentence, Victoria took her cock and entered her wife with a single, forceful thrust. 

“God dang.” Chloe whistled as Victoria began pounding into Max with a truly impressive amount of enthusiasm. 

“That's so hot.” Kate moaned, continuing to grind her clit against the wand, her eyes glued to Victoria's hips as they smacked against Max's ass. Chloe, however, was staring at the motion of Victoria's breasts and her abdominal muscles as they clenched with every thrust. 

Max was too busy enjoying the sensation of Victoria filling her cunt to notice how much the other two ladies were appreciating the show. An ecstatic smile graced her face, and her eyes rolled back in her skull. A low warble escaped her mouth. Her fingers scrabbled instinctively at the bedsheets. Sweat began to cover her back, ass and thighs, and a flush between her freckles breasts grew redder by the second. 

“Max!” Victoria gasped. Her fingers dug into Max's hips, hard enough to leave clear imprints. She gritted her teeth. Max's inner walls felt like molten lava was kissing her cock, egging her on and leading her inexorably towards a promise of sweetest ecstasy. 

A high-pitched cry, however, demanded her attention. Without slowing her pace, she glanced up at the other couple. Kate, it appeared, was much closer to sweetest ecstasy than she was. The petite woman had fallen back against the mattress and locked her legs around Chloe's waist, and was grinding her clit against the wand with fervent desperation. 

“Chloe! Make me cum!” she moaned. 

In a flash, Chloe disengaged from Kate's near leg-lock, and lay down beside Kate. The punk reached over and gently but firmly closed her fingers around Kate's neck; not enough to choke, but enough that the level of pressure she was applying immediately drove Kate wild. 

Chloe leaned in and whispered something into Kate's ear. Victoria couldn't catch what she said over Kate's gasps, Max's various moans, and the sound of her and her wife's bodies smacking together, but it was clearly enough to make Kate break. 

And break she did. 

She squeaked once before her breath caught in her throat, and a sudden gush of her release soaked the wand, the bedsheets, and her own thighs. 

Kate's eyes closed and her mouth hung open, but no more noise escaped aside from her ragged breathing. 

“Good girl.” Chloe murmured, loudly enough for Victoria to hear it. She resolved to ask Chloe about… whatever she just did to Kate when their current activities were a little less vigorous. And sweaty. And tight. And-

Chloe interrupted her train of thought by spinning herself clockwise on the bed until she was facing Max, who was still face down in the mattress. She lay back and spread her legs, exposing glistening wetness coating her folds.

“Guess who wants their pussy eaten.” Chloe grinned. “Mama really needs to cum.”

Victoria slowed her thrusts for a brief moment. “Shouldn't you ask my wife to eat you out before you just present her with your-”

Max cut her off by surging forward and firmly planting her face into Chloe's sex, where she sought and found her clit, letting her tongue dance and play around the soaked little nub.

“... Never mind.” Victoria corrected herself. 

“I think that's a - oh fuck me - a yes!” Chloe groaned. She closed her eyes and roughly pinched her own pierced nipple, her brow knitting together as Max lavished her with attention. 

“I see - uhh! I see why she got you to cum so quickly earlier!” Chloe gasped, now grinding herself against Max's tongue. “She's hella good!”

“Right?” Victoria echoed her gasp. “She's such a good little slut.” She punctuated her statement with a hard slap to Max's ass. 

Max moaned. 

Chloe gasped. 

“Do that again!” she demanded. “She moaned right into my clit!”

Victoria obeyed, and spanked Max a second time, eliciting the same reaction. 

“Fuuuck!” Chloe groaned. “That's gonna make me cum!”

Victoria grinned in a deliciously mischievous fashion. She slowed the pace of her thrusts, then slapped Max's ass again, this time in step with her next thrust. Soon enough, she established a solid combination of hard slaps and forceful thrusts, causing Max to utter a guttural moan every time Victoria's hand collided with her ass, in conjunction with Victoria's cock filling her sex. 

On the receiving end of the moans, Chloe had already descended into speechlessness. She bared her teeth and her face scrunched itself into a twisted rictus of pleasure as she bucked her hips into Max's face. 

On the next snap of her hips, Max trapped her clit between her teeth, and flicked it with her tongue. 

Chloe's cry was high and sharp. Her eyes snapped open as she wailed her pleasure to the heavens, then violently came in Max's face. 

Max eagerly lapped up her release, moaning the entire time as Victoria continued to fuck her. 

When her orgasm petered out, Chloe collapsed back onto the bed, her breathing now echoing Kate's. 

“Goddamn…” she breathed. “Max eats pussy real good considering she's solely been sucking your dick for almost a decade.”

“Never… heard you… complain.” Max managed to say between thrusts. 

“Yeah but, that was like, twice. And I'm not saying it wasn't good, because holy shit it was, but Rach was also right when she said you and I just needed to fuck and get it over with-”

“Chloe, sweetie.” Kate interrupted her. 

“What? I was making a point.”

“I know, but I don't think Max is listening.” Kate giggled, stroking Chloe's arm. 

During Chloe's little monologue, Victoria had pulled out and flipped Max over, acting on a sudden desire to see Max's breasts bounce while she fucked her. She wrapped her arms around Max's legs, pinning them to her chest, and resumed thrusting. 

“... Damn.” Chloe whistled, her eyes glued to Max's chest as Victoria's enthusiastic thrusts caused a wonderful amount of jiggle. 

“Just wanted to give you guys a show.” Victoria grinned. “Plus, she loves it when I fuck her from this angle.”

To demonstrate, she leaned forward, forcing Max's legs up towards her chest and deepening the penetration as a result. 

Max squealed delightedly, grasping automatically at Victoria's hips. 

“See?” 

“... Okay, I got dibs on being fucked like that next.” Chloe declared, her eyes fixed on Victoria's cock plunging into Max. 

“Only if I get to bend you over first.” Victoria retorted. “I still wanna see what your ass looks like when you're taken from behind.”

“Deal.”

They were interrupted by a series of high moans from Max. During their brief conversation, she'd reached down and began stroking her clit, complementing the pleasure she felt from Victoria's cock with her own fingers. 

“More!” she gasped. “I need more!”

Victoria was swift to oblige. She placed her hands behind Max's knees and pushed her legs up as far as she knew was comfortable for her wife, and with a grunt of exertion, increased her efforts. 

Max squeaked, signalling her appreciation. 

“You two wanna get in on this?” Victoria offered. 

Kate and Chloe didn't even need to reply. Kate cupped Max's cheek, gently but insistently turning her head so she could kiss the photographer, while her other hand strayed to the nearest breast and began playing with a nipple. Chloe, on the other hand, batted Max's fingers away and began lavishing her clit with attention, timing her strokes with the thrusts of Victoria's cock. 

Max, under the stimulation of all three women, was immediately reduced to a series of primal, unintelligible noises. Sweat drenched her lithe frame, as it did Victoria, who refused to let up her ravishing of Max for even a second, even though her muscles burned with the effort. 

So focused was she on pleasuring Max, as well as appreciating what Kate and Chloe were doing to her wife, that she almost completely failed to notice a third orgasm rapidly building inside her until it was only moments away. 

One second, she was enjoying the sight of her wife's breasts bouncing as Victoria's hips smacked against Max's ass and the underside of her thighs, while Max's cream coated her cock and Chloe's fingers swirled around her clit and how she moaned into the kiss with Kate and how her cunt felt like it was drawing her shaft into delicious heat again and again and again and-

“Oh fuck!” Victoria exclaimed. With seconds to spare, she pulled out and furiously pumped her cock in a desperate, tight grip. She released an ecstatic cry as a thick rope of cum jetted from the thick head, splattering up from Max's navel to just under her breasts. Her cock pulsed several more times, ejaculating load after load onto her wife - and a few drops on Chloe's hand - as she rode what was easily her most intense orgasm of the day. 

Still, she couldn't rest on her laurels, even though Victoria was inwardly exceedingly pleased at cumming for a third time in less than an hour. As much as she wanted to sink into the pleasant sea of fuzzy, warm chemicals flooding her brain, she had a job to do, and that job was to get her wife off, preferably while Kate and Chloe were being so generous with their tongues and fingers. 

She replaced her cock with her fingers, pushing two of them into Max's tightness. Max's gasp, although muffled by Kate's lips, was a delight to hear. Instinctively, she arched into Victoria's touch, seeking more. 

Chloe, reading Max's movements correctly, leaned in and took Max's free nipple into her mouth, lightly clenching the sensitive peak between her teeth and swirling her tongue across it. At the same time, she matched the speed of her fingers on Max's clit to the rhythm of Victoria's digits pushing in and out of Max's sopping wet entrance. 

The sight of Max, covered in Victoria's offering, making out with Kate while the petite woman rolled her nipple in one hand and Chloe sucked on the other, along with her wife rolling her hips in time with Victoria's fingers fucking her cunt was not one Victoria would soon forget. 

Inevitably, and yet in no time at all, Max came undone. 

“G-gonna cum!” she choked into Kate's mouth.

“Cum for us.” Kate whispered, pinching Max's nipple. “You deserve it.”

Max's breath caught in her throat, stuck there as every muscle in her body tensed up and her orgasm broke over her like a flood smashing through a sea wall, quite literally. A spray of liquid gushed out over two sets of hands and Victoria’s thighs, creating an impressively Jackson Pollock-like wet patch across the sheets.

Max went limp, every muscle in her body suddenly dumping the tension she’d held for the last few minutes. Fortunately, three women were there to support her. Kate cradled her head, letting Max rest on her lap. Victoria remained between her legs, gently but firmly massaging Max’s thighs. And finally, Chloe lay down next to her, idly trailing her fingers between Max’s breasts.

“Yo, I think we broke your wife.” Chloe observed.

To everyone’s surprise, Max not only had the capacity to giggle, but was even able to speak. 

“Worth it, would be broken again.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “‘Again’, huh? So … You’d wanna do this again and it not be a one-time thing? ‘Cos I’d be down.”

“I wouldn’t complain about more.” Victoria agreed. “I still want to fuck you, Price.”

“And I look forward to being bent over by you.” Chloe winked.

“As much as I’d also enjoy further activities and would want to see my fiancé being taken by your wife, Max, we should probably clean up a little.” Kate justifiably pointed out.

“Fair.” Victoria agreed. “And I think if the sheets could talk, they’d probably be traumatised, and personally I’m gonna need a little recharge time before I’m ready to go again.”

“Breakfast!” Max blurted, causing the other three women to start. “I mean, we should eat. Like, that was probably a ton of calories we all just burned.”

“I dunno, I think Max ate pretty good already.” Chloe dryly joked. “You know, because she’s had pussy and cock in her mouth this morning.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Max giggled. “No but seriously, breakfast?”

“Breakfast.” Kate nodded. 

“And then we fuck more?” Chloe suggested, ever insatiable.

“Then we go out.” Victoria countered. “We do still have plans for the day.”

“Pfft.” Chloe blew air out of her mouth. “Who needs boring art galleries and shit when we could just stay in and fuck each other silly?”

“Oh yes, the boring art gallery. That my wife has some pieces in. How terrible for you.” Victoria said in a sarcastic monotone.

“I’m gonna pay for that later, aren’t I?” Chloe said, almost visibly vibrating in anticipation.

“You could at least try not to sound so excited about it?” Max interjected.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that?”

“Chloe, dearest, don’t be a brat.” Kate placed a hand on Chloe’s shoulder. 

“But I’m so good at it!”

“So, sheets, breakfast, then getting out of the house.” Victoria checked off on her fingers, pointedly ignoring Chloe. 

“Sounds like a plan.” Kate agreed.

“And then sex after!”

The resulting whumph of a pillow smacking Chloe directly in the face was immensely satisfying.