FFF - Don't do it

“OK. Guess I won’t do it,” you say.

Curio looks approving. “Wise,” she says, slipping her arm around your waist. “On a related note, I wondered if you might consider a little proposition in the spirit of Vault-sisterly camaraderie and solidarity.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

She looks expectant.

“What?”

“Well,” Curio says, clearing her throat and looking embarrassed. “It was customary at least in my day,” she begins.

“You’ve only been gone ten years,” you note.

“In my day,” Curio continues firmly, “…the sisters of the Vault would assist each other with managing difficult matters of… sexual expression. Handling… frustration in a healthy, mutually agreeable way. As you won’t use the machine, I was going to offer my assistance.”

You love the way Curio talks. Even so, you can’t let this go.

“If you wanted to get laid, you could’ve just said so,” you tell her.

“Well,” she replies, clearing her throat a second time. “I don’t know that it’s altogether seemly for me to be so forward with a much younger woman.”

“We’re not that different in age. I don’t think the time in the tank counts,” you say.

“Quite. Quite. Would you like to, er, join me in my quarters?”

“I’d love to,” you reply. You don’t know Shell well, and things are uncomfortable between you. And you would never have considered making a move on Dr. Curio. She’s a legend, and more importantly, you wouldn’t want to risk upsetting the delicate balance down here in this bunker, with which three people are more or less getting along and working together.

But if she wants to do it? Sure.

Sneaking off with her feels nostalgic. It reminds you of Vault F and sneaking away with Daisy. The living quarters in this lab might have seemed sparse to pre-war people, but they’re a step up from the Vault and lavish compared to the surface.

Once you’re in Curio’s room and the door is securely locked, the look on her face changes.

“What is it?” you ask. You’d been just about to grab her from behind. You’ve seen her naked, but now you want to get a feel for her. Give her a few hickies. Several days down here with just your right hand has been tough.

“Well,” Curio says, clasping her hands and smiling at you. “I wondered if you might indulge me a little. In the spirit of sisterly camaraderie.”

You laugh and cock your head. “What do you want to do to me? Or me to do to you?” You’re dying of curiosity.

“Well,” Curio says again with a little cough. “I don’t know that it would do for me to say it aloud.”

You’re a people person. You put your hands on your hips and manage not to laugh.

“I’m all yours,” you say.

“Thank you for understanding,” Curio says, sounding embarrassed as she strips down. She might be embarrassed about whatever she has in mind, but she’s not shy with her body. She goes down to her panties without hesitation, and her package bulges adorably. You patiently stand there and cooperate as she helps you out of your clothes. She doesn’t try to kiss you or do anything even slightly affectionate. She’s not kidding about the… pragmatic nature of whatever is happening here. Fortunately, you find that humorous. It’s easier to have a sense of humor down here, where things aren’t quite as stressful as they are up top. It’s weird, but a part of you isn’t in a hurry to leave. Although you have been known to be slightly less rational when you’re horny and hoping to get your rocks off, as you are now.

“Perfect,” Curio says when she has you down to your underwear. You’re all wearing pilfered garments from this place, and clean and functional, if unspectacular. But Curio is looking at your cotton, full-coverage briefs as though they’re the sexy lingerie that Sultry Susie wears in comic books.

“Now, er,” she begins, smiling at you. Her nips are rock hard and her cock is a more noticeable imprint in her panties. “If you would…”

“In the spirit…” you say.

“Yes, yes. Turn around please.”

“Oh.” You do so, and she gently pushes you. You put your hands on Curio’s dresser and obligingly offer your hindquarters. She just came buckets inside that machine and now she wants to fuck you from behind? Well, she was in that tank for ten years.

But you feel something else: her body against yours. She’s still wearing her underwear and she hasn’t touched yours. Her erect cock, trapped in her briefs, pushes against your bottom.

“Mmmm,” she moans contentedly as she rubs herself against you. Her hands touch your belly, then make their way to your breasts. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs as she slowly but passionately dry-humps you. You like the compliment and what’s happening, even if it’s not the most stimulating action you’ve ever gotten. And it’s cute that Curio didn’t want to say it out loud. And how into it she is.

Making some truly **** noises, she kisses and bites your neck, rubbing your body and squeezing your breasts until she grunts and you feel her slender body shaking back there. Her ragged breaths are hot on your neck until she lets go of you.

You turn to see her stagger to the bed and flop. This is a whole new side of her. You like her inhibition, her pale, smooth body, and the spreading stain on her panties. Her chest heaves as she lies there looking happily at the ceiling.

“It’s all right,” she says breathlessly. “It’s all right. Thank you. Don’t worry.”

“Worry about what?” you ask, approaching the bed. Now you’re the one with a big erection in your underwear.

“I mean to reciprocate,” she assures you. With a little grunt of effort, she reaches between her legs and pulls the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. “I’ll just catch my breath…” she stops that sentence as you peel off your panties and toss them aside, then climb onto the bed.

She shuts up and stares up at you.

“Generous of you,” you say. “Very sisterly. But can we stop saying that? Or are you trying to make this a weird role-play?”

Curio starts to answer, then gasps as you enter her. She’s a little startled by the size, but she’s not complaining. You move at an unhurried pace, enjoying the odd look of awkwardness and arousal on her face. Every time you think she’s about to speak, you push in deep and make her moan instead. She quickly gets hard and you can feel her cock against your belly, but you keep things mellow. There’s no need for anything loud, fast, or rough. She’s hot and slick, and the closer you get, the more kissable she looks. You’re about to do it when you realize you’re a little closer than you thought.

You pull out and stroke, hissing through your teeth as you let go. Her eyes widen and she adjusts her glasses as your cock, clenched firmly in your hand, sprays jet after jet of cum onto her skin. You coat her belly and breasts, and one last shot strikes her throat, and chin, and leaves a shiny rope across her glasses.

“Oh,” she says dazedly, staggered by the quantity.

You sit back on your heels, suddenly weak. It feels like your body is made of lead. You watch her touch the semen on her skin, looking awed. Her hard cock twitches.

She looks up at you. “You look spent,” she says. “We should rest. Please, by all means, do that here.”

You nod, wishing you had something to drink. That was a little more intense than you expected. Rest seems like a good idea.

Should you be the big spoon?

Or the little spoon?

[ Big spoon wins. FFF will return for a few chapters when Futa Formula One pauses for a vote ]