Ro3: A willing sub

Joan bit her lip, continuing to whimper and finger her ass as Rick approached her, "You seem to be enjoying yourself Joan, mind if I ask you a few questions?" She sagged in disappointment, did he really just want to talk? He pulled up a chair and offered her his hand, which she demurely took after a moment. She gasped as he effortlessly hauled her into his still naked lap, the incredible heat of his hard cock pressed against her back, "much better. I don't like talking down to people who don't deserve it."

She blushed furiously, unable to speak, her shy nature virtually paralyzing her. "Don't stop on my account, I'd hate to get in the way of your relaxation. I just would like to know more about you if you don't mind?" The fingers still pressed against her prostate renewed their massage of their own accord, making her groan and her little cock drunkenly rise to half-mast. His voice was so soothing, it helped her relax enough to reply, "Mm-mm."

Apparently Rick took that as a 'no, I don't mind, please pet me like a cat' and she shivered as his rough hands began caressing her thighs and arms. Her fingers seemed to take it as an invitation to press harder as well, her eyes rolling up slightly as her ass spasmed. "Stay with me Joan, I'll have time to get to know your body in just a bit. Right now I'd like you to tell me about your little friend there."

She barely caught his words, enamored with his gentle and her not-so-gentle caresses, "Huh?" He nodded at her crotch, where the boyish penis bobbed in time with her fingers, "Oh... um... w-what would you like to know?"

"How long have you had it?"

"Um... since birth?"

"What gender would you say you are?"

"A girl... I mean, I never really thought about any of those non-binary ones that's just how I grew up and I know girls don't have-"

"It's fine, Joan. It was just a question, you don't have to justify your body to me."

She wasn't really sure what to say to that so she settled for blushing quietly. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said about her... condition. It sort of brought her out of the moment and she started freezing up again when she realized she was sitting in one of her sisters friends naked lap, naked herself, with two fingers up her bum while he gave her therapeutic advice.

"Joan you have got to get out of your head, you keep locking up every few seconds. Don't worry about other people, focus on what you want. Just look at Robin. She doesn't have a damn thing going on in that head of hers and she's having a blast."

Robin did indeed seem to be enjoying herself a lot, her hips jerking forward animalistically, eyes raised to the ceiling, mouth open in an 'O'. In fact, she seemed to have forgotten about needing to pull out in between, her hips remained almost constantly flush with Sharon's quivering butt. Sharon, bound as she was, couldn't do much to compensate for the ditzy bimbo's lack of control. Not that she seemed to mind all that much. Her eyes were screwed shut, teeth biting down hard on the bedsheets, her improvised gag haven long been thrown clear. She'd been humped up the bed almost to the headboard so her enormous half-hard cock was bent down below Robin, the flared head only having moved a couple inches from its starting point. Her massive dark balls were pressed up rather precariously under Robin, though her small range of motion meant that they were so far only receiving a beating from the more-human shemale's balls. They were both covered in sweat, beading down their bodies in rivulets, soaking the bed and nearby floor. Further adding to the mess, Sharon's precum was shooting out at a rate faster than any normal man could have managed mid-orgasm, thoroughly soaking the mattress.

"Very nice Joan, focus on them if that makes it easier for you." She didn't consciously register Rick's voice until several seconds had passed and even then she didn't pay him much attention. She was literally drooling, her mouth agape at the vision of lust before her. She'd added a finger to the two fingering her prostate and had started actively rocking her hips back onto them for better contact. Her cock had fully recovered from her earlier orgasm and then some, tapping her stomach when her fingers hit a particularly sweet spot. She couldn't remember ever being this hard, her foreskin was even pulled back enough to reveal her urethra.

"Don't let me distract you but I had a hypothetical question. Say you actually weren't born with that penis and that Robin's ring gave it to you in the last half hour. Would you still want a tiny cock where your vagina used to be?"

Joan only paid him the attention Rick's powers compelled her to maintain, the question fully skipping any actual reasoning part of her brain, "Yeah..."

"Hm... I see. You'd still want to be fingering your ass, sitting on my lap, watching your sister get fucked in the ass?"

"Fuck yes..."

"Would you like to replace those fingers with my schlong?"

"God, YES! Fuck my ass!"

"Did you hear that?"

Charisma grunted in annoyance as Zoe's ministrations slowed, her knees rubbing together desperately, "No! Keep going, I'm sooo close!"

Zoe gave the massive-breasted cheerleader a disgruntled look, "Charisma I feel like this isn't about relieving pressure in your... this is a little bit outside of what I'm..."

Charisma rolled her eyes irritatedly, "Look you sexually repressed bookworm, neither of us are lesbians and this feels really fucking good so can you please just suck it up and-"

"No."

"What?"

"I said, no."

Zoe dropped her hands from Charisma's tremendous boobs, the magical globes almost immediately bouncing back into shape albeit slightly smaller from the milking. She straightened herself and stoically regarded the 'larger' girl as best she could while sitting in a puddle of the cheerleaders milk, "I'm not getting you off. I drained your... I drained you and that was the deal."

Charisma looked ready to strangle her but Zoe held her ground, setting her jaw and folding her arms. She immediately regretted the action, her thin summer shirt now further drenched in milk from her hands and probably transparent based on the appraising glance her chest received from Charisma. They sat there in silence for long moments, the tension in the room somehow not defused by the regular thumping and moaning next door. Then Charisma smiled and Zoe prayed for her immortal soul for the first time in a long time.

"Ok. You're right. That wasn't part of the deal. But consider..." The cheerleader slipped to her knees in front of the redhead, holding her gaze, eyes smoldering as she slipped between the other girls tightly closed legs. Zoe was too surprised to resist, the hypnotic jiggling of titflesh combined with their owners sultry expression making her mouth go dry and her heart stutter. She was straight. She was straight. She was straight. She was s-

Charisma licked her lips, leaning forward to deftly unclasp Zoe's jeans with her teeth, never breaking eye contact. She continued to the zipper hand rising to push Zoe's shoulder so she had a good view while resting on her elbows. Her own milky smell inundated the redheads clothes but she got a hint of arousal as she revealed the girls white panties.

"You want it, don't you Zoe?"