Unexpected Ennui

It wasn't that Sam's breasts on his dick were unpleasant, far from it. But Sam was just pressing her boobs together on him and moving up and down perfectly regularly, without any variation at all on her own. Matt was in complete control, every variation in the motion him moving her. She might as well have been a sex toy for all she was contributing to the experience. She was just watching the movie and talking to Clair and Brandon, completely oblivious.

At first it had been hot, but it was starting to get almost boring. It was more like jacking off than sex.

Matt lightly nudge Sam off his dick. He expected her to get back on the couch, but instead after a minute she just turned a bit, repositioning so she could watch the movie without craning her head so much, not seeming to mind she was on the floor. She picked up one leg and wrapped her arms around it, inadvertently taking a sexy pose thanks to her bare breasts.

"Hey what all are you watching," came Mary's voice from behind. Matt looked back and saw her leaning over the couch, her pose causing her leather corset top to present her tiny boobs over the edge of the couch, emphasizing the nipple piercings and the chain leading below. "You let Sam pick, didn't you," she added upon seeing aliens being fought on screen.

"Are you implying something?" Sam replied, turning to regard Mary archly, which lost some of it's impact as this turned the giant hole in her top toward Matt and presented awesome sideboob.

"You have a type, obviously," Mary put in, coming around the couch. She went to sit on the spot Sam had vacated, but Matt reached out and guided her to sit on him instead. Her leather clad ass on his dick was a different feeling. "You always pick some sci-fi-alien-fight thing," she added, looking down at Sam sitting between Matt's legs.

"Where are Brian and Michelle?" Matt put in, while taking a feel of her boobs. The feeling of metal in his hands was cool, and he tried lightly pulling on her chain, which caused her to slightly lean forward.

"Brian went to a friend's house, and Michelle has some stuff to do," she replied. Matt moved a hand to her pussy, running his hands over her piercings. Using the chain again, he picked her up slightly, then let her sit again so his dick was now under her and up against her metal shod cunt. He tried to rub up and down but found he got a bit chafed by the piercings. "I haven't got anything to do, so indulging Sam's alien slaughter fetish is as good as anything." Sam reached up and awkwardly punched her in shoulder for that, which looked a bit comical from the floor.

"I have to ask, what's with all the piercings?" Matt put in.

Mary turned to look at him askance over her shoulder. "Are you nuts? Even if I wanted to get some, between mom and the squad even a nose ring would be the **** of me," she replied.

"What's this then?" Matt replied, again pulling on her chain, upwards this time so her boobs pointed at the ceiling.

"So sue me for wearing a bit of jewelry," Mary replied. "A girl can't look nice?"

Matt shifted a bit, nudging into her cunt and thrusting. He could still feel all the metal on his dick, but it wasn't unpleasant from the inside. He pulled upward on the chain a little more and this was apparently enough for her to respond to, if not notice, and she pulled up a bit. Using the chain, he was able to guide her up and down on his dick, although a bit awkwardly.

"Isn't this a little much?" Matt put in between thrusts.

"What are you the fashion police?" Sam asked, angrily crossing her arms under her boobs. "Not cool. No policing girl's clothes. What is this the 60s?"

Matt held up his hands in surrender, in the process having Mary rise up on him again, and Sam went back to watching the movie. Deciding this was too awkward, Matt, still embedded in Mary's cunt, scooched forward, leaning both of them over so he was now fucking Mary doggy. Although she didn't respond to the change in position, tilting her head to continue staring at the screen, Mary did instinctively put her hands on Sam's shoulders to support herself, her boobs and chain shaking all over as Matt pounded into her, producing a distinct jangle. Matt gently pushed her back a little and the hanging chain was now rasping across the floor with each thrust, which he found a sexy counterpoint. He pressed her down further, Sam automatically scooting forward out of the way, and enjoyed both the feel of the metal in her pussy and the cacophony of her piercings on the floor, unnoticed by anyone as he fucked her. This made it impossible for her to actually see the movie, as her head was pressed into the floor and Sam was now in the way, but she didn't seem to mind and kept looking toward the screen, even reacting to what was on screen (although a bit slurred due to the movement of her jaw being restricted) as if she could still see. Matt pushed all the way in, grinding on her studded pussy, and came.

Matt pulled out and sat back on the couch. After only a few seconds Mary pushed herself up and moved back onto the couch, occupying the spot next to Matt she had originally been going for. This was curious, but unlike sitting on the floor there was no way on her hands and knees, head to the floor, could possibly be comfortable, so Matt supposed it was just as if she was moving around to find a better position. As she moved, his cum flowed out of her pussy, solidifying over it as metal melted away and leather become white satin. The cum reached her belt/skirt and it started growing outwards in multiple lacy layers, several runs reaching down to her feet before filling in the gaps, though Matt say a few drops jump to her leather boots, with the top parts turning to shear white stockings while the shoes themselves appeared to become transparent slippers. As the lacy flowed upward, the chain sticking to it and becoming just an accent in the front, it spread sidewise as her waist pulled in ridiculously. Flowing up still more over her boobs as the lace lifted and lifted and lifted and tightened over her growing breasts, going all the way to just below her neck but so form fitting as to be concealing nothing. The cum flowed down her arms creating white lace fingerless gloves. the leather choker turned lacy as well, as the piercings all vanished, becoming stylish earring and a pearl necklace. Her hair shot out, becoming long, flowing and stylish, before a light covering of lace hit it as well. By the time she sat down, Mary was the quintessential sexy bride, simultaneously stunningly sexual and completely modest all at once.

Then she sneezed and a few last drops of cum flew through the air in a completely unrelated direction and hit Sam. The droplets multiplied and flowed over her hair, forming a black hat with a golden buckle, hair shortening but becoming insanely wavy. The cum dripped from the rim onto the shoulder of her habit and flowed to center, pulling cloth from her arms until she was in a t-shirt that was rapidly closing over her boobs loosely enough that they were displayed sexily in a bright green bra that was almost fully visible. The remains of the habit retreated upward into the shirt, which was tied off, leaving her belly exposed, while the lower half also retreated into a green miniskirt, cinched with a leather belt with a gold buckle. Her sock expended to knee length while her shoes gained golden buckles. Without her acknowledging it, she had become a stereotypical Irish pub girl, especially ironic since despite the red hair she was not Irish and would kill anyone who suggested she was.

Shocked at this, Matt looked over at Clair and Brandon, but nothing more happened. While he did reach over and feel up Mary's new boobs, he was more curious than anything. Matt stepped around the couch to where Clair was, which drew a few annoyed comments since he was stepping into people's line of sight until he placed a hand on his dick. The instant he touched it, everyone went back to watching the movie, even Clair, though he was now blocking her view so she was effectively watching his cock. Reaching out with this other hand, Matt ripped off Clair's shirt, exposing her boobs to him again, and waited. Nothing happened for several minutes as he stood there, keeping a hand on his dick but not doing anything, then suddenly without warning Matt went from nothing to cumming, shooting all over Clair's exposed chest. The cum flowed over her, reforming a highly ripped shirt as her boobs shrank a bit. Some smudges of dirt seemed to appear on her as the cum flowed to her miniskirt and it changed into tight, ripped jean shorts, clearly cut up from actual jeans at some point, so tight they displayed her gash clearly. Her shoes became combat boots, and her hair wrapped in a pony tail. Matt stepped back, surprised at the sudden cum, and then realized that Clair was now dressed exactly like the female lead in the movie.

Wiped out from the unexpected cum, Matt sat there for the rest of the movie, not really paying attention.