Not Just a Blob Pt. 10

Realising with shock that my own orgasm was only strokes away, and that Sophie, close but unsatisfied, was near her own, I decided with finality that Sophie, the goddess, the gorgeous woman whom I believe I fell in love with on sight, deserved to be the first to kiss god's reward. Reaching behind myself, still holding Sophie's chest with one hand so that I might bring her both pleasures, I reach behind us and find Sophie's love hole, wet and sopping but empty. Quickly I fill it with my fingers, plunging them into her, widening them as much as I can in an effort to bring Sophie something of the pleasure I am experiencing above her. She catches her breath and stares at me, wide eyed, and for an instant I fear I have done wrong, but then I see her arch herself under me and I watch her slide a little up the bed as she pushes herself up into me. I feel my wetness against her chest and below me as the motion of the man fucking me shakes the bed, I see Sophie's bosom bouncing against my thighs. Beckoning me to abandon her breast, Sophie grasps my fingers and places them in her mouth, suckling my digits before leaving me there and grasping her tits. She mauls herself while I maul her labia, my own being fucked forcefully and sensuously by her gloriously endowed male counterpart.

It takes little time, and as Sophie lifts herself on my fingers in both ends of her, trying to get both the hand at her labia deeper in her and the fingers in her mouth, I feel her begin to shake and shiver under me. I watch her tense, her eyes fluttering in an adorably feminine jolt as her orgasm rips into her. She throws her mouth wide around my fingers still on her tongue and I feel her moan through my fingers as her throat vibrates. I question in my head whether I should remove them, but I keep them there and in fact I push a little harder in her now presented throat. Sophie looks at me for an instant, shocked, but this seems to bring her to another wave and she jolts, jumping up into me, her fingertips going white in deep grooves in her breasts as she clenches herself. I can feel her around my fingers, tensing, relaxing, a rhythmic pulsing in her cunt as Sophie explodes, and I sense an added warmness of Sophie's womanly fluids around them as her intricately reactive love canal pluses and rolls in waves around a length I try to supplement with my fingers.

Seeing her come to so violently and so completely, on the next stroke as her man friend invades me deeper than ever before I feel myself begin to shake too and as he draws back, his ribs stimulate me beyond the point and I explode on his next thrust. I shake uncontrollably and, much like Sophie must have just done, my eyes unwittingly close as I moan out, jolting, pulsing, waves of orgasmic bliss filling me and reverberating down his length into him. I must have clenched hard around him because he didn't even remove himself fully from me before he too joined the chorus, simply pounding my bare backside with half-strokes as his thick rod ejected deep inside me. I feel it, feel it thicken and distend as he ejaculates deep into me, but I don't care, I can only feel the joy of the tri-sided orgasm. His semen only serves to heighten my joy and I feel another wave come crashing through me as Sophie and her man friend both orgasm on either side of me.

When it is over, he extracts himself from my body and lays himself on my back, hugging me from behind, wrapping his hands around my bosom and nibbling at my neck. Sophie underneath me also reaches up and kisses me, first my lips, passionately, deeply, then my cheek and neck, a thank you and a reminder of our copulation. When we are done, he falls off me, relaxing back to the bed, his still impressively sized manhood standing erect from his groin. I fall with him, in his arms, and lie against his firm body, one hand still on Sophie's precious zone. Sophie joins me, rolling across the bed, cuddling up to me and placing her own hand on my cave, scooping a sample of my mixed concoction of my own ejaculate and his, tasting it and apparently liking the end result. The mere feeling of Sophie's fingers in me excites a second fire in me and as we lie there, both myself and Sophie slowly start to touch each other more, neither able to resist the other.

Minutes pass but it is not long before now I am underneath a ravenous Sophie as she sits on my face and eats me out herself, a womanly-sixty-nine position, her tender lips expertly sucking a second, then a third, then a fourth explosive orgasm from me while I return the favour to her. I am stunned momentarily when Sophie inserts a finger into my back entrance, and a little unsure, but am even more shocked to discover that my entrance, which I had thought to be tiny, tight, and made for one purpose only, opened up wide for her digit and seemed to suck it deeper with each push she gave. By the end of the night, Sophie had added a second, and I had begun to fuck her pucker with my finger too, one I discovered seemed to have much more elasticity than mine and accommodated a whole three fingers easily as I used my mouth and other hand to stimulate her lady cave. I discovered that such anal play brought forth rocking orgasms that shook me to my core and brought them much faster than through normal means, and I vowed I would investigate it further when next I needed release.

Sophie had taught me much that night, as had her man friend, and while I wish I could say our relationship as a threesome went further than carnal interplay, while we did meet more and more for further interactions we did not elevate our relationships at all, nor was Sophie in any way attached to the man that I could determine other than friends or beneficial ones, as they seemed to live mostly separate lives outside of the bedroom-"

Cass stopped. She had lost herself in her writing for a good few hours and the time had gone by in a blur. Cass could barely even remember typing it, and now that she looked back over the mediocrely written love-fiction she came to realise that she had, in fact, mostly been recounting her nearly forgotten dream from last night. Though it was more vivid, and more complete, pieced together in a conscious way that flowed to the uninitiated reader experiencing the events for the first time rather than the automated sensical wonderland of the dream state imagination, it was at its core Cass's wet imagination from the previous evening. How weird.

As Cass stretched herself and checked the time - hours had passed without her even noticing, which was somewhat concerning to her - she realised with a small start that she was wet. She checked herself and discovered that she had gotten quite excited while she was typing and had evenly wetted the front of her pants, where a thin strip of darkness marked the front of her off-duty pants. Deciding she should shower and change, partly from the sweaty day and partly from the thick musk and damp thighs she was wafting around the dorm, as Cass took off her clothes for her shower she found herself wondering if these muted background sensations she had been feeling - her dream, her dull arousal this morning, her almost obsessive addiction to chasing another woman's sex escapades, her arousal now which had managed to make her flow so much that she had wet her pants with her fluids merely from writing an erotic passage - were somehow connected to the Jackie's sexual activities. It gave Cass pause as she entered the shower alcove as she had the idea that maybe how she had been feeling was exactly how Jackie had been. The implications of that were wide, scary, and completely unknown to her. It could be a disease, or a chemical in the water placed by the overbearing doctors, or... Something else. Anything was possible in this place.

Putting it aside for a moment, Cass had her shower, thinking but trying to concentrate on herself for a while. She cleaned off her grime and juices as she cleaned up her mind some, placing her thoughts neatly, collecting herself. The shower refreshed her, and as she finished up with an ultrasonic rub-down and dry, Cass found her fingers snaking away from her and sneaking towards her lady cave. She let her eyes close as the minute vibrations shook the stress from her nerves and excited her pores, dislodging any ground-in dirt but sending the tiniest but most powerful of vibrations through her entire body, making her hairs stand on end and her clitoris stiffen, the vibrating air around its hooded home making every touch and buzz it felt feel like sparks of static electricity jolting through it and into her skin, deep and warm and soothing and very, very arousing.

A bell at the door sounded softly and Cass roused from her trance, discovering her fingers going to work at her crotch and her body wetting again already. Frowning in both annoyance and confusion, she shut off the ultrasonic and washed her hands under the water once more, having to deal now with the same mutedly aroused wetness at her groin as before but trying to clean the smell and feel of her own sex at least from her hands. The bell chimed again and Jackie stirred in her bunk.

'Coming!' Cass called. The door was only next to the small shower alcove and separated only by the light-wall blocking sight into the alcove so she didn't have to call loudly. Drying her hands off and whipping on the same dampened warm track-pants with nothing underneath, she grabbed her shirt and pulled it down over her chest just as she stepped in front of the door, enabling it to slide open for her. The woman on the other side caught only a glimpse of Cass's stomach as she straightened the shirt around her body, but the woman quietly didn't miss the two pointy peaks crowing the her voluptuous mounds. Or the tiniest hint of a dark area at her groin.

Ignoring the sight, she spoke the message she had been sent to deliver. 'Are you Cassandra and Jackie? You share this room with Rosie, right?'

'Yeah, that's us. What's up?' Cass nodded.

'I'm here to inform you that Rosie has been taken to Ward One on level two with an unidentifiable disease. We're not sure what's caused it or how to cure it, but until we do we're not letting anyone else near her. You can see her between these hours from outside containment.' The woman handed Cass a small cue card with times written down. There was about two hours each morning and night in which they could go and see Rosie, a period Cass knew well was designed around round-the-clock attention while doctors tried to cure her. Whatever Rosie had, it was serious enough to devote specialist attention all the time.

'I also have to inform you that, because you share quarters with her, you will both need to be taken to quarantine to be sterilised and verified as clean. Thanks to that now so do I.'

Cass was shocked for a few moments. Rosie was in intensive? She wondered with what, and what the implications of it were. She also hoped Rosie was alright. The nurse outside stood, waiting for Cass to perhaps say something or thank her for the message. Cass looked at her. She was neither positive nor upset. She guessed the woman was a nurse going off duty sent to give the message to them on her way home, an unfortunate task that restricted her to quarantine after having contact with the two dorm-mates, just in case the disease was infectious. At this point, she should have left, but since she was sentenced to quarantine regulations, she couldn't leave the area. Cass looked at her long and hard.

'Why don't you come in? You can't leave anyway. I'm guessing quarantine will come and collect us soon, so you might as well make yourself comfortable.' Cass stepped back and allowed the woman room to enter, which, after a moment, she did.

'Thanks.' She mumbled. She came in and stood inside the doorway while Cass stepped back to the shower and let the door close. It locked behind her, signalling that the routine for disinfection had begun. Above their heads, Cass heard the ventilation close down to their room to prevent the air inside from spreading.

'Guess you found out pretty quickly then if they're just starting lockdown now.' Cass said to the nurse. She gestured to a chair. 'Please, make yourself at home. We don't have much but you can at least rest before they come get us. How was your shift today?' Cass asked, making conversation. 'Sorry I'm such a mess, I was just finishing my shower when you came. Don't mind if I fix myself up, do you?' she asked politely. The woman nodded as she sat down in a chair at the table.

'Thanks. No, go ahead. Uh, well... I guess it was fine. I was on at two this morning and then again at eight, I finished half an hour ago and they asked me to run by you on my way home, not that I could go home anyway once they told me what I told you.'

Cass stepped into the shower alcove and turned up the light wall so she could remove her hastily donned dirty clothes and put on her underwear without embarrassing the newcomer. Though they were both women, and both women in a hospital of underground, unspoken sexual activities - and though neither knew it, both gay - it was still polite to hide oneself when undressing at least this soon after meeting. Cass had to admit to herself that the woman was beautiful. She had soft, ass-length auburn hair full of waves, but it was plaited thickly and went even lower than that, a long, thick tail of shining hair. She also had the cutest olive skin that was as smooth as a newborn's and wide bright eyes centred with large dark orbs in their centres. Cass found herself getting oddly heated for her, even now. She realised as she thought about her that she had still been aroused this entire time after her escapades in the ultrasonic washer and both her nipples had been solid and her crotch damp, something only worsened by the touch of her now cold wet patch on the pants touching her bare lips. Cass wondered if the woman had noticed when she'd answered the door.

Across the small room, Jackie got up, yawning widely. Something seemed to give her pause and she gazed blankly at the nurse's back before turning suddenly, unseen. She padded to the bench and put the kettle on, holding up a mug in question to the guest nurse who nodded to her.

'So where do you mostly work? I haven't seen you around.' Cass asked as she emerged fluidly from the light wall, dressed again but now with her bra and underwear on - plus a pair of women's jocks to help with the unending arousal that seemed to be keeping her wetted almost permanently.

'I've been on cleaning for a few months after a Master Doctor caught me with a man, but otherwise I was on general detail.'

'Ah, the classic trick hey? He had a liking to you but too many people found out, so he had you discovered?' Cass asked.

'Actually, yeah, exactly that. You've had that happen before?' the nurse said.

'Once, a long time ago when I had only been here a few weeks. Others have it more often.'

'Yeah, I guess so. So it's not just me then.' She said.

'Nope. They put me on laundry for a year. Hey, what's your name?' Cass asked her as Jackie put a coffee down for them both and went to her bed.

'Simone.'

'Nice to meet you, Simone.' Cass extended a hand and Simone took it, and as they touched something indescribable seemed to pass between them. Both girls looked at each other, still holding hands, as though neither wanted to let go. Then, after several moments, they broke the touch. Each girl seemed to look around themselves as though they were embarrassed before they both picked up their drinks and sipped. They were tasty and just the right warmth and both women found themselves gulping down most of it almost immediately. Cass noticed that Jackie had gone back to bed and stood to check on her, but when she arrived at the side of Jackie's bunk the woman was already back asleep.

'Huh, odd.' Cass mumbled. Turning, she found her guest watching her. Cass felt a small surge in her chest as she caught the woman's gaze, but rather than breaking it, she raised those eyes up Cass's body to her own eyes and locked to them. Cass stared. She could feel the cauldron deep inside her bubbling hotter and hotter, and, without consciously deciding it, she stepped tentatively towards the girl. For her part, Simone stood, gently, consciously, beginning to walk towards Cass. Like in Cass, Simone felt the bubbling concoction buried within her darkest corners beginning to overflow and leak its contents over her insides, warming her, sending thrills through her. It was erotic, addictive, and it intensified with each step she took, numbing her thoughts, subduing her reasoning and heightening her arousal.

When the two girls came together, their hands sought and found their counterparts, grasping together, while each woman leaned instinctively in, meeting at a kiss. The sound and feel of the other girl's breathing coming in hard gasps proved her to be in heat and before long Cass could feel Simone pressing herself bodily against her, hard, trying to make contact, trying to feel her on her body. Simone could feel Cass doing the same and she tried to improve the sensation, getting closer, rubbing herself against Cass, pushing her chest into Cass's. It didn't take long for their hands to part and seek out each other's backs, pulling them together, grasping at backsides and hair, at bra clasps and panty-lines. Though neither undressed, because neither wanted to break the passionate touch, both wanted to get under the clothes and into the woman beneath.

When quarantine came half an hour later, both women were ready for them, waiting patiently in their chairs at the table, lightly sipping their drinks with their legs crossed and fresh clothes on. Cass had her spare pair of home clothes on, these ones with a few holes in them in places, while if one looked closely one might notice that Simone's clothes didn't fit her properly, coming up a little short at her waist and ankles and stretching rather tightly over her ass and breasts. She was wearing Rosie's spares, and even though she was petite herself, Rosie was a fair few sizes smaller again than Simone.

The men and women in the fully airtight suits of quarantine squad didn't notice it, but each girl panted slightly, and the scent of sex hung loosely in the un-filtered air in the room, hanging most thickly above the two women. Though it hadn't seeped into their new clothes yet, they both bore damp, sticky crotches and thick hardened nipples, and their previous clothes at that moment were stacked up in the wash basket, even more wet, sweaty and sticky. Quarantine helped them to their feet and hung full-length plastic cylinders over each girl's head, which they stepped around in until their shoes poked through tight holes in the bottom. Then they sat and let members of the crew strip their shoes and socks and replace them with plastic booties that tucked up inside the chamber, forming a plastic tube with a woman inside, one that could walk but was restricted to the small movement inside the cylinder. Jackie was woken and helped into a third tube and when each woman was sealed up they were escorted out and away, two officers remaining behind to begin decontamination of their room.

The girls were taken to level six where quarantine had almost all the floor to themselves. Once inside the decontamination room the three women were pushed into an airlock and sprayed down before being freed of their containment tubes and being moved through into a bathroom-like area. Tiled on the ceiling, wall and floor, the other three sides of the room were thick unbroken glass, allowing for full view inside by the observers outside. Panels sat jutting out of the glass adjacent to small walled cubicles not unlike public showers. They had modest half-size walls separating them but the walls only reached out less than a metre from the wall and ended two feet above the ground and below the average woman's head, making them only really good for barely obscuring an occupant's breasts and genitalia from view and only if one was the same height as the others. There were no walls in between the cubicles and the glass outer wall, allowing no privacy what so ever from the external observers.