Exploring One's Self 2 (Worm AU Commission)

A Commission for Kolejny dzień

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A few days have passed since… well since her fun at home. After a short nap, Taylor had cleaned everything up, fixed up the couch and grabbed her sweatpants before applying deodorant. Luckily, Dad didn’t even notice or if he did he didn’t comment on it. There were still bruises on Taylor, but they were mostly just slight marks of discolouration on her skin and they didn’t even hurt anymore to press against. Thankfully Dad didn’t comment on how Taylor had started wearing turtle necks so she didn’t have to explain what she’d done to her neck in the throes of passion.

That was a conversation that she hopefully never has to have.

Jogging along, Taylor smiled as she saw the elderly couple of Thomas and Claire Lassiter that lived a few houses over from hers. The pair walked along, both with even bigger smiles than usual as Taylor approached. They usually did this walk and Taylor often saw them while jogging. As she got closer, rather than the usual nod by Thomas and a greeting from Claire before moving on, Thomas called out and beckoned her over.

Both of them are silver foxes. People who rather than turning into lumpy crooked creatures of wrinkled flabby skin and hunched posture instead fermented into fine wine, barely less beautiful than when in their prime. Granted, from the few times that Emma and Taylor had been babysat by the couple in the past, they had been even better looking then. The two had to have been performers or something in the past since one picture in their home was from when they were together in Vegas, the two of them wearing costumes that showed them off best. The picture showed the toned muscles of Thomas that weren’t too big to be grotesque, his chiselled jaw, his great abs, and a bulge in his tight pants that implied that there was a reason why he was smiling so widely. Claire’s assets meanwhile were stunning, a body that moulded perfectly to Thomas’ and was just as desirable, her thick thighs, her squeezable rump, and her buxom breasts. It was like someone had taken inspiration from them about how to make comic book heroes good.

Mentally shaking her head, Taylor threw it from her mind. Her damn hormones were messing with her again, her mind going places which had accidentally led to the whole living room situation. Instead, she acted like nothing was different, and smiled as she got close to them. Mirth danced in the couple’s eyes as Taylor drew closer, their smiles widening just a smidgen.

“First off, I must say my dear that you put on an astounding performance. Truly spectacular, you’d only expect something like that in some of Claire’s old places,” Thomas said. Performance, what was he talking about? Then what was that about “Claire’s old places”? What did that mean?

“Yes dearie, it was certainly a wonderful show for us to see. Why it got the old blood pumping again to see such a young woman such as yourself, really going at it. Why it reminds me of how I was in my youth, and brings so many memories of seeing a beautiful young lady such as you having fun,” Claire said as Taylor’s brow furrowed further. “Having fun”?

Then it hit Taylor like a bag of bricks. “Having fun”, “performing”, and then “really going at it”. Did, did they…? No, they did see it, there’s no going around it. Taylor could feel her face flushing up, heat spreading across her cheeks as she subconsciously grabbed her elbows, her posture shrinking in like she was at school, and their grins only widened as she definitely was blushing. Fuck.

Oh god, her life was over wasn’t it? Somehow Emma was going to find out about this, not because of Claire and Thomas but if they saw it, someone else probably did as well. Taylor knew a bully of hers lived on this street. Granted they didn’t do anything out of school, but they were a hanger on and somehow if Claire and Thomas saw how, how she was playing with herself, then she’d know as well. From there it would get back to Emma.

Shit shit shit! Fuck! Even if that hanger on didn’t see her, oh God. They had seen her, in the open, just like that. There… well she was inside of her home, but still there must be some kind of decency laws, and… God, for a moment Taylor just wished she could just disappear, like not just run away from them, but just, disappear, vanish from existence for a while, and maybe even just go back in time and tell herself: “Don’t do it you stupid cunt, don’t fuck yourself with your fingers, or at least close the curtains before you do!

Butterflies flew around in both her stomach and in the distance. Taylor almost felt like she was going to be sick. She wanted to breathe harder, to maybe air herself out but that wouldn’t do, not in front of the couple, but then, they’d already seen her blush. No but then they’d assume she was getting horny at… at being seen fucking herself, at, shoving her fingers in her cunt while they watched, her lower lips flushing with blood as she touched them as they saw how… how much of a slutty, horny girl she was while she rocked her hips for them and-

Oh wait Claire’s talking.

“It was simply beautiful my dear, truly wonderful, how deeply you got into it, and how you enjoyed it, it was simply fantastic to watch such a beautiful girl like yourself enjoy herself like that,” Claire said, clapping her hands together, her eyes focused somewhere above her as if remembering Taylor laying on her couch, her pussy on display as her fingers dove into her, the Lassiters smiling as they enjoy the sight Taylor was putting on for them. Taylor’s cheeks must have been the colours of beats now from how warm they felt. Then it registered, what Claire and even Thomas had called her.

“Beautiful?” Taylor asked, the word sounding strange in her mouth, and definitely didn’t sound right being directed at her. She was the ugly duckling, the ugly frog-like creature that tried to pretend to be a girl. She wasn’t beautiful, not in any way they would have seen anyways since her head was down, hiding her hair.

“Of course! A wonderful and lovely girl, just blossoming and so full of youth,” Claire said, her words keeping Taylor’s cheeks hot.

“A fine and refined beauty, with great humility if I am correct,” Thomas added in but Claire shook her head with some tisk’s.

“More likely self esteem issues Thomas, young doves these days simply do not know how stunning they really are,” Claire said before continuing. “But back to before my dear, I think I speak for the both of us when saying that we truly loved what we saw.”

“Indeed, your performance was marvellous and we would so very much like to see a repeat.”

“If not more,” Claire added at the end there, Taylor’s eyes were wide and she had to swallow a lump in her throat, her core heating up at the suggestion of… of going into the den of these… silver foxes…

And yet…

“I, uh, can I… can I think about this?” Taylor squeaked, and the two gave her kind smiles.

“Of course my beautiful darling. Feel free to stop by any time,” Claire said before the two walked off, and Taylor was left there, finally able to breathe, her thighs uncomfortably wet with… All the while Taylor’s nipples poked through her shirt.

“Fuck, I… I think I need to get home.”

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Taylor couldn’t help her shuddering breaths as she sat there, feeling extremely nervous and awkward as hell while on the Lassiter’s couch, especially as naked as she was. Candles were lit on shelves around the place, giving off enough light to give the room a distinctive, romantic lighting to add to the mood. Thomas and Claire Lassiter were in front of her, giving her kind smiles of encouragement as she slowly tried to calm down a bit and deal with those nerves. Not to mention, the bruises were still there from her time before, still haunting her with their presence, a mark of her wanton nature she would have covered them up but her instincts instead drove her hands to her breasts and special place.

As for Taylor’s nervousness, Thomas wasn’t at all helping, especially as his wife jerked him off, his big cock standing to attention. At least, it looked big to Taylor, though she knew that it was likely just average or just above it. Seven inches were Taylor’s guess though she could be off since she was eyeballing it.

“W-when should I start?” Taylor asked, finally working up the nerves to pull her hands away slightly. Even so, they almost didn’t want to move, despite why she’d come here, come here to… to show off.

“Take as long as you want dear, we can wait,” Thomas said, his voice low, but not in a predatory way, merely, reassuring her as he kept up his warm smile while holding his wife.

Taking a deep breath, Taylor held it for a second, for one, two, then breathed out, all the while her swarm continued to buzz and swirl outside, but Taylor let her reactions bleed into that, trying her best to let her bugs act out her nervousness rather than her body.

Even so, she still moved slower and still was affected by her nervousness despite the swarm. Slowly Taylor revealed herself to the couple, starting with her nipples, pulling her hand across her body. She let a nipple show, her arms sliding across until her other was just barely unable to be seen. Then while biting her lip and letting out a slight sound, Taylor revealed both her little mosquito bites. She didn’t dare look at the pair in front of her, the ones she was flashing her breasts at.

With the hand between her legs, Taylor slowly spread herself, for them, letting them see her thighs, and her hand covering her crotch. As she did so, her breathing grew heavier, her blush burning on her cheeks, as Taylor started to get into position. The brunette lifted her legs one at a time, onto the couch, spreading them wide while practically doing the splits. Risking a look, Taylor glanced towards the Lassiters, and… saw a hunger in them. Taylor wasn’t sure, but as she sat there, Claire had stepped back, and Thomas had stepped forth, his own hand on his cock, his smile gaining some teeth, and his fingers moved slowly. Each pump, he went the full length up and down, pausing at the base and squeezing a bit, the blood pumping up his cock even more, pronouncing his lower head as it stood to attention, and Taylor had to swallow a lump in her throat. Somewhere deep inside of her, a primal part of her brain fired off at the sight of Thomas’ organ, and Taylor felt herself twitch, her lower lips filling up with blood and growing puffy, her clit becoming turgid.

With a trembling hand, Taylor slid it along her slit, feeling how it’d grown wet, how easily her fingers slid across, and as she moved her hand, her finger caught on her clit. Taylor let out a slight cry, not much, but it shook her hips, causing her to tense up as sensation filled her for a brief moment as her nerves fired before the sensation fell away. Even so, it made Mr. Lassiter grin even wider, and as he licked his lips, she knew that he wanted her, that he desired her, and if he could, he would ravage her in a way only a man with great experience could. Without even doing anything, Taylor was breathing hard, having to swallow the spit welling up in her mouth as she looked at him.

“Such a beautiful sight, so lovely. But… I think I can make you look even better,” as Thomas said that, he squeezed his cock once more, a slight bit of dew slipping out. With a finger, he slid it across the slit of his cock, letting the slight bit of pre glisten in the candle light.

“I’m going to cover you, head to toe in my cum my dear. But that can only happen if you show me more, otherwise…” he said, letting it hang there, not a threat, not in any kind of way against her. Not with the way he looked back to Claire, not with how she licked her lips, her fingers sliding up and down her own slit.

Rather it was a threat to leave her there, changing from watched to watcher as the two would go down on each other. It was her choice, whether to go through with this, to be their entertainment for the night.

The idea was hot, not just the idea of exposing herself, of presenting her pussy for them as she touched herself, as she slid her fingers into her slit, enchanting them with her show as gazed over her lewd, naked form. The other enticing idea was the idea of them finding her pretty, and beautiful as they said. It was dumb, and not much, but while it made her hot, thinking that these silver foxes found her attractive, another deeper part of her, couldn’t help but feel butterflies as they said it and seemed to mean it. They were the first people other than her parents to see something in her other than just boring ugly Hebert.

So, Taylor’s fingers curled, sliding into her at first, pressing in as she took a deep breath in, held it there as her fingers reached their limit, and then let it out before beginning properly. Starting slow, Taylor made long, elegant moves with her arm, slowly sliding her fingers in and out, letting the couple see how ready she was, how… how arousing she was finding this. As Taylor continued and added onto the heat inside of her, Taylor’s fingers started to speed up as she teased herself.

Trying to show off to them, Taylor started to move her hips in sync with her fingers. Each time she slid her fingers in, she thrust her hips to meet them. Small moans came from her as she did so, her fingers dragging across her sensitive engorged lower lips. Each rub sent small delightful sensations through her as she continued, especially as she started reaching to her g-spot. Each strike at that bundle of nerves nearly sent Taylor’s hips rolling, wanting to press her fingers into her further. The sensation was divine as Taylor started to go faster while adding another finger, feeling herself starting to stretch out more.

As she added the finger, Taylor’s half lidded eyes tracked to where Thomas was, his cock bouncing with every stroke as the man appreciated the show in front of him, just as much as Taylor was appreciating the show he was putting on for her. As Taylor started at the cock, her mouth moistened, and she felt a twinge among her lower lips, almost… wanting it. Like imagining with the gangsters, imagining them fucking her while pretending to be Sophia. Pretending she was being fucked.

Staring at Thomas’ meaty member, Taylor straightened her fingers, keeping her eyes on Thomas’ organ as she imagined that rather than fingers, Thomas’ cock was thrusting into her, filling her. She wondered how it would feel, filling her up, stretching her out and driving her into the Lassiter’s couch. Rather than have to deal with the somewhat hard edges of her nails, it would just be a slick, smooth meaty rod filling her, pressing into her and reaching her most intimate places.

Yet another part of Taylor wondered how it tasted, how it might fill her mouth. Taylor almost wanted to go down on it, to pull herself off of the couch, and crawl forth on her knees until she was before him. Then she grabbed it for herself, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock as she would have breathed in his musk, and started to lick him up and down before taking him deep.

While her imagination started to go wild as she fantasised about Thomas’ cock, her expression had changed. Her mouth had started to slide open, her tongue nearly slipping out as well, while her hips had started to buck more against her fingers. Her pussy twitched around her digits as Taylor fucked herself, driving them in rapidly and with great gusto. As she was starting to get close, Taylor started to moan a bit, making pathetic little sounds of pleasure as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

At the same time Thomas’ strokes had started to grow more rapid, his hand slowly becoming nothing more than a blur as he’d continued to stroke himself for her. Letting her see how big and thick it was, letting her marvel at it with lewd thoughts flying through her mind.

Then, with only a small grunt as a warning, Thomas brought his hand to the base of his cock once more, and pointed it towards Taylor. It twitched for a second, before suddenly a rope of cum sprayed out from the man’s cock. The first shot came for her, and Taylor closed her eyes, a splat of warm goo hitting her face, covering an eye and on instinct Taylor shut her mouth while cum splattering on her face and covering what felt like half of it in the warm, pungent and heady substance. Thomas’ cum didn’t stop there as just as it seemed the first burst was done, another salvo launched, going a bit lower. Cum hit Taylor’s chest, painting one breast and then another before the fourth rope splattered against her stomach. The final strong enough to reach her hit Taylor’s hand, and small bits of goo intertwined with her fingers, some of it getting past and hitting her sacred place.

Taylor froze, her breathing hard, and her fingers ached to continue. With her uncovered eye, Taylor watched as Claire approached her husband, a hand going straight for his cock, and holding it over his head, before after a moment she brought it to her mouth. As she did so, Taylor’s fingers moved slightly, and her mouth opened a bit. With a swipe of her tongue, Taylor took some of Thomas’ seed in, tasting it.

The act itself, tasting it, while it wasn’t anything special in terms of taste, in terms of arousal it was something else. Her mind consumed by lewd thoughts, Taylor took her hand from her slit, and stared at it for a second; looking at how the seed on it coated her fingers. Bringing it close, Taylor breathed deeply, the aromatic smell making her ache down there something fierce. Then before she could question it, Taylor opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue between her fingers, and started to suck on them, drinking Thomas in. Taylor moaned as she did so, her pussy already twitching both from the stimulation, and from how naughty she was being.

That seemed to catch the attention of the elder couple as they watched her, their smiles growing larger as Claire stalked forth. Her form was something Taylor would have wished for, her breasts still plum and large, almost unmarred by sagging, her hips rocking with each step as Taylor followed her form. Down there, she felt a twinge in her core, like when she watched porn, her eyes swiping across Claire’s form as well. Like a cougar she pounced, her hands reaching and taking Taylor’s thighs into her hand, rubbing them as she brought her head down. Taylor gasped as she looked down and felt Claire give her pussy a nice long lick, dipping inside of Taylor, and curling a bit. As she licked once more, this time over rather than in, Taylor moaned around her fingers, still sucking Thomas off of her. Taylor’s hips shook some more as Claire’s tongue spent a moment longer on Taylor’s clit, trying to drill into it with that thick red tongue. It drew another moan from the girl before she started to trail up Taylor’s body. The silver vixen’s tongue followed the cum as it slowly slipped its way downward. The woman didn’t leave anything behind, her tongue an expert at licking up her lover’s seed. When near Taylor’s breasts, she spent a little while longer there, circling, making her tingle there, her desires growing as Taylor swallowed.

Then, as the older lady came up closer, beginning to lick up Taylor’s neck, the woman grabbed her arms, and pulled at Taylor, dragging the spit covered hand out of her mouth and pulling her away from how she was spread out. The brunette landed on the woman’s leg as she sat down. Breast to breast, and straddling Claire’s leg, Taylor felt Claire lick up her face, her tongue sliding around Taylor’s eye as the woman pulled away, her legs moving just a bit to rub into Taylor’s slit and clit. To horny to resist her base desires, Taylor started to hump and grind on Claire’s leg, rubbing her sex over Claire’s leg, practically humping her like a horny dog. As she did so, sensation ploughed through her as Claire smiled at Taylor, opening her mouth and showing her the cum she’d collected. Taylor’s mouth opened slightly, and that seemed to be all the invitation that Claire needed as she pulled Taylor closer, and the two kissed.

Taylor sat shocked a moment as her tongue intertwined with that of the silver vixen, her soft as silk lips pressing into Taylor’s, her tongue sliding along and caressing her own, and the cum. Salty nut filled her mouth as the woman pressed her husband’s seed into her, the taste filling her… and Taylor’s breathing quickened while her grinding sped up. It was like someone had poured gas onto the lustful fire in her, her mind filling with a sexual fog, her thoughts drying up like a stream in summer as the sensations overwhelmed her. Taylor started to moan into Claire’s mouth, her body shifting and moving to extract more pleasure, as her fingers slid up Claire’s body, grabbing hold of Claire bosom as they started to shift. Then Claire shifted once more, pulling Taylor’s leg under her and suddenly Taylor was pressing against something softer, and yet, it gave her a better angle to push her clit against the silver vixen. The older woman herself started to moan back in unison, the two combined in their hedonistic pursuit of pleasure as their pussies pressed and ground together, as Taylor’s humping and rubbing grew faster and faster, the salty taste, so forbidden, and yet so… enchanting.

Taylor’s moans turned into muffled cries as she started to approach that edge, that point of no return. A part of her wanted to hold back, yet that part was bit a minor little voice as her body, her instincts, and her desires instead pushed her forward, and her grinding grew more frantic, her fingers desperately playing with what they held, playing with Claire’s tits, feeling their texture, feeling Claire’s lips her tongue and the taste of cum combined with the sensations going through her pussy.

“Mmmmmmh!” Taylor cried out while the dam collapsed, and her hips started to buck as she felt her pussy pulsating, trying to clamp down and milk something that wasn’t there. Instead it twitched and dripped like mad as Taylor reached her climax, as she started to convulse and gyrate, moving mindlessly to the beat of what pleasure she was receiving as Claire took over. Within moments, Taylor started to move to her tune, humping as she humped, Claire’s tongue dominating Taylor while the younger girl’s eyes had rolled up, and she surrendered, letting the woman take control, and somehow that spurred her on more, as the sensations continued, as her climax lengthened, as her moans turned from merely cries of pleasure to… to something else. Something wanton and demonic, something animalistic and driven to extremes by sensual delights of the flesh as they continued to fuck, as Taylor experienced the longest and best climax of her life.

Slowly the room started to turn white as Taylor’s focus was destroyed, and she collapsed as Claire’s legs seized up, and locked them together in bliss while Taylor let out a final moan as Claire let out one of her own. Only then did Claire pull away from kissing Taylor, leaving cum behind for the younger girl to enjoy as she fell back.

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Tipping the mug up, Taylor drank deeply from the hot chocolate that the Lassiter had given her. They didn’t have tea since they both drank coffee so this was the closest thing while Taylor sat there with both Thomas and Claire on either side of her. Their arms were wrapped around her, holding her almost like she was one of their lovers.

Which Taylor guessed she was as she snuggled in with them, enjoying her warm drink while the two warmed her with their bodies. As she drank, Claire played with a nipple, slowly circling it with her nail, making it perk up as Thomas had a hand on Taylor’s thigh, rubbing it and her. He never touched her vulva… but he got damn close. Not that Taylor would have minded at that moment as she slowly let her leg spread bit by bit as he did, as she did her best to try to remain silent as Claire’s fingers kept going and teasing her.

She wasn’t very successful as every time Claire gave her nipple a flick, Taylor let out a little squeak, drawing a chuckle from the two as they kept touching her and teasing her. Slowly, it occurred to Taylor that maybe this was something the Lassiters were doing to get her more comfortable. Horses supposedly were touched all the time while being trained. Maybe the couple were doing so to her, not that Taylor would mind if she was being “trained” as it were. This frankly was the most fun she’d had in a long time, so if she had to be “trained” a bit in order to get this… honestly she was fine with that.

At the very least it might help her with whatever psychological damage the bullies had done to her, though Taylor doubted it.

“Is… is this going to just be a… a one time thing?” Taylor asked as Claire paused.

“If you wish dearie, it’s all up to you. While I would love to ask you back-”

“People can be rather suggestible after this kind of thing, and we want it to be your decision.”

“But our doors are always open for you if you want to have some fun, and we’re almost always home and alone with our eldest off to university, so don’t be afraid to stop by.” Taylor nodded at Claire and Thomas’ words, fully intending to come back… maybe a few times a week? Not everyday, she still needed to work on school, and maybe her costume as well, but just to relieve stress from school every once and a while? Definitely.

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