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John Egbert once again felt out of place. He had accepted the invite to come to this rather extravagant mansion, “For a night of carnal lust boarding on the blasphemous,” as Rose had put it. She and Kanaya had hinted that they wouldn’t mind helping out with his problem with the over emphasis on the waggling eyebrows. But he had lost them almost as soon as they had left her car.

He took a sip of soda, he had declined the champagne, watching as a heap of bodies writhed before him. Male, female, troll, everything in-between, were in various states of dress. Mostly in nothing, but many had ripped shirts, pants, and stockings that showed the wearer had not waited to remove the offending item of clothing in time before lust overtook them. With all manner of genitals in and outside of nearly every orifice.

“maybe that’s part of my problem,” John thought ruefully as he walked out of the oppressive room, the sounds of joyous union echoed behind him. “i haven’t taken anything off.”

John was indeed still clothed. He dressed in classy black trousers, fastened with a belt with silver buckles, topped off with a white dress shirt, still tucked in, with all the buttons still fastened, and black dress shoes to complete the outfit. At least he had the courage to take off the black over-shirt and tie.

He found a small alcove, where he prompted himself against a wall to finish his drink. Despite his many female friends and twenty-something years on this planet, John No-Middle-Name Egbert had yet to lose his virginity. He blamed his nerves. His earlier attempts had gotten so close to rounding home but he always struck out at third. Memories threatened to overwhelm him, images of Vriska naked next to him in nothing but a towel with his cock between her thighs. She was winking at him with seven eyes. God, he woke up in a cold sweat, rock hard some nights.

What was he doing about it? Nothing. Another opportunity was passing him by. But it was all too much! So much gyrating, with bodies everywhere and he just… couldn’t go through with it. It felt too impersonal, too wild, with so many people together. He finished his cup with a gulp. Maybe he should find Rose and Kanaya? That seemed proactive. He was about to skulk off, probably to search the mansion fruitlessly for hours, when he heard a husky feminine voice behind him.

“Well, well well, so+meo+ne else that co+uldn’t stand the ho+rizo+ntal tango+. It o+verwhelms a perso+n, do+esn't it?”

John whipped around. The alcove he had retreated to turned out to be more of an antechamber, with a few hat racks, shoe racks, and a bench. Sitting to one side, with a flute of actual champagne was a female troll. She had on black lipstick and a matching dress with such a deep v-cut that it would have shown her navel had there not been a cord tied to her waist. His brain short circuited for a moment as his eyes hooked on her sizable breasts that were barely constrained by the fabric. Straining his will power, he managed to yank them back to her face. Then felt stupid as he remembered the circumstances of the evening.

“uh, sorry. i didn’t see you there,” as soon as he had said it he felt like an idiot. “Surely you have 8etter material for an opening line!” he thought to himself. He tried again, his brain still swimming in stupidity.

“your dress is hot! i mean! downright sexy. wait, is that a stupid thing for me to say? wait no. what I meant was…”

Before he could embarrass himself further, the lady gave a laugh, putting her free hand up to stifle a bout of giggles. “Thank yo+u! I was trying to+ slut myself up to+night. But as yo+u can see, no+t do+ing a great jo+b o+f it, hanging o+ut in a changing ro+o+m.”

“is that what this place is?” John asked, looking around the room curiously.

“I do+n’t actually kno+w,” she admitted with a shrug. She swigged her glass, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. “So+ handso+me, what brings yo+u to+ this den o+f sin and iniquity? Lo+o+king to+ lo+se yo+ur v-card?”

John actually flushed, looking down at his used cup. “you kind of nailed me to the wall there,” he half-laughed, playing with his empty cup fretfully.

The woman’s playful grin slipped and she gave a small nod. “I’m so+rry. I didn’t kno+w it was a so+re subject.”

“don’t worry, i’m mostly resigned. i can’t seem to jell with, you know, all this,” he waved in the general direction of where the revilers could still be heard.

“Right there with yo+u. Can’t stand it. Want to+ sno+o+p aro+und fo+r a quieter co+rner?” she asked, the grin returning.

“sure! it’s better than looking for my friends for help. Which sounds a lot like pity sex knowing her,” he half joked.

The troll laughed softly into her drink, finishing her glass with one large gulp. Luxuriously, she rose from the bench and two observations pinged around John’s brain. First, the lady didn’t wear heels because two: she was a head and a half taller than he was, not counting her horns, which from this angle made her look like Lucifer’s mistress coming up from the depths to tempt mankind.

“Shall we go+?” she asked playfully. Wordlessly, John offered his elbow which she latched onto with a chortle. “What a gentleman! I am surprised no+ o+ne has snatched yo+u up. Yo+u seem quite the catch.”

They started down the corridor, chatting away merrily.

JOHN: i do know how to treat a lady or my name isn’t john egbert!
???: What sho+uld I call yo+u if yo+u do+n’t treat me right?
JOHN: i don’t know, uh Johnny McFuckUp?
???: Is that yo+ur way o+f telling me yo+ur stripper name?
JOHN: come on, it was my smooth way of asking what your name was by telling you mine.
???: It’s Po+rrim, Po+rrim Maryam.
JOHN: mayram? you don’t happen to know a ‘kanaya maryam’ do you?
PORRIM: Do+esn’t ring a bell. Tro+ll names hardly ever o+verlap with actual family relatio+ns.
JOHN: huh, never really thought about it before. i asked a troll friend about it once and she told me that troll last names come from what the lusus first say to the grubs they raise.
JOHN: which now that i am saying it out loud it sounds like bullshit.
PORRIM: Yo+ur friend was a hundred percent fucking with yo+u.
JOHN: DAMNIT TEREZI!!!
PORRIM: Yo+u’re cute when yo+u're shaking fist like that.
JOHN: huh?
PORRIM: Do+wnright ado+rable.
JOHN: umm, thanks?
PORRIM: I meant it! Yo+u’re cute when yo+u're angry.
JOHN: i wasn’t really mad... more like-ah. how do i explain this?
PORRIM: Do+n’t wo+rry, I’ve felt kismesissitude mo+re than o+nce in my life.
JOHN: i don’t have black feelings for her! i’m human, we don’t-can’t, feel those! like it’s biologically impossible.
PORRIM: Suuuure. And I’m certain that every cinema flick where a ro+mance between a tro+ll and human is purely red~
JOHN: if you want to be pedantic, moirallegiance is commonly regarded to be possible in special circumstances. though the ash quadrant is very misunderstood by both humans and trolls. but i know for a fact that most of the movies you're thinking about were mostly written by trolls.
PORRIM: Yo+u had that answer lo+cked and lo+aded fo+r it just co+ming o+ff the cuff.
JOHN: i have a troll buddy that is obsessed with rom-coms. i’ve developed a defense against his ramblings for my survival. especially when he tries to bring up examples of “QUADRANT VACILLATION” and apply it to my own life.
PORRIM: Hmm, and that particular example wo+uld be abo+ut that Terezi yo+u mentio+ned right?
JOHN: huh??! how’d you know?
PORRIM: Call it a hunch. So+ yo+u think yo+ur friend is wro+ng abo+ut yo+ur... co+mplicated feelings abo+ut this wo+man?
JOHN: no idea. i wouldn’t put too much stock in his deductions. he couldn’t see the connection between her and himself, or actually they both did but something kind of passed and it didn’t end up happening? it’s weird and complicated. but i know for a fact he didn’t see his own chemistry with another of our friends until we had to push their heads together to make them kiss.
PORRIM: HA! Yo+ur friends so+und like a rio+t.
JOHN: they are! maybe even too much so, but what about you? any close shaves dodging cupid's bow?
PORRIM: So+ many! O+ne’s a weeb that swears up and do+wn she’s Japanese. She's always fun to+ go+ad o+n but no+thing serio+us.
JOHN: ...but did you ah...
PORRIM: The hand gestures aren’t necessary darling. I understand. And yes we messed aro+und plenty but there is always so+mething in the way to+ make any real co+nnectio+n. She’s still hung up o+n an o+ld bo+yfriend. Perso+nally, I think we bo+th need to+ see new peo+ple, no+ matter ho+w go+o+d the to+ys she keeps finding. I didn’t even kno+w they made sex to+ys in the shape o+f-!
JOHN: ANYONE ELSE??!
PORRIM: HA HA HA! Still feeling a bit shy?
JOHN: y-yeah.
PORRIM: And no+w yo+u're blushing, go+o+d dark go+ds, I co+uld nail yo+u to+ the wall right no+w.
JOHN: uhh-!
JOHN: please don’t. uh, well… not just yet!
PORRIM: Getting mo+re used to+ the enviro+nment are we?
JOHN: apparently! you're dodging the question. did anyone else catch your fancy?
PORRIM: There is a sea-dweller I always wanted to+ try it with but I lo+st her to+ a spider girl. Damn shame I didn’t meet her first but that’s life. Go+t a skater friend, but she’s o+nly interested in her matesprit and they’ve been attached to+ the hip since they were wigglers. The idio+ts are getting married in two+ mo+nths.
JOHN: wow! congrats to them! i didn’t know trolls even got married.
PORRIM: That’s the thing, we do+n’t! I have never seen a pair o+f tro+lls, no+ scratch that, any two+ beings mo+re in lo+ve than tho+se two+. I am utterly jealo+us.
JOHN: i have known about them for ten seconds and i already despise them. how DARE they find happiness! you have to be miserable and too chicken shit scared to ask anybody out like the rest of us!
PORRIM: HA!
PORRIM: *eh-hem* But they aren’t so+ bad, just utterly insufferable. Hmm, there’s also+ a cat girl that enjo+ys imaging relatio+nships between o+thers rather than being in o+ne.
JOHN: my sister is like that.
PORRIM: Shipping her friends? I have to+ tell yo+u, it’s a bit weird even fo+r me.
JOHN: uh, no not that. though, honestly? not that strange, there always seems to be that one friend who pokes their nose in other people’s love lives trying to get them hooked up with someone.
JOHN: no, i meant the cat thing? she's like that but as a dog.
PORRIM: Do+es she have retractable claws, ho+rns like a cat, and a tail that, I am paws-po+sitive, is co+nnected to+ her spinal co+lumn?
JOHN: ouch! really?
PORRIM: It’s the o+nly way that she can have such mo+vement o+ver that appendage. It’s pretty flexible.
JOHN: i never really thought about the mechanics of how having dog ears and a tail would work. they aren’t fake either, i’ve seen her with headphones in both sets of ears.
PORRIM: She’s a do+g-girl then? I have no+ticed that surgically adding mo+re animalistic features to+ the bo+dy is an increasing trend in humans.
JOHN: we’re jealous that you trolls get them naturally.
PORRIM: O+f co+urse! Maybe we sho+uld intro+duce them.
JOHN: jade to your friend?
PORRIM: Her name’s Meulin if yo+u can believe it.
JOHN: you’re kidding me.
PORRIM: No+t a bit.
JOHN: my god, they would be insufferably cute together, maybe she could get her into rping.
PORRIM: Wait, ho+w did yo+u know she likes to+ ro+leplay?
JOHN: ...i was talking about my sister.
PORRIM: O+h dear. Let’s make a pact to+ never let them meet.
JOHN: agreed.

They had wandered far into the mansion by now. The noises had gotten quieter as they ventured on. Now it was eerily silent, save from an echo of an echo further back. They came across a set of double glass doors, light from the late afternoon spilling in.

“Shall we try the garden?” she asked, glancing down at her smaller escort.

“that should be lovely,” he replied.
Beyond the doors was indeed a lovely sight. Porrim gave a little whistle of appreciation and John, usually dense as a wooded forest, was moved enough to say “oh wow!”

The garden was a large sprawling space. Plants of all colors grew all over, roses, tulips and plants John hadn’t a clue of their names. Ivy was strewn about a small paved path that wound around water features. A fountain turned out sprays of water into a glistening white bowl and sprayed onto the grass. There were decorative benches that lined the walkway and in the distance was a small gazebo. Trees were dotted about, each surrounded by tasteful rocks. All of it smelled wonderful as a breath of wind lazily skimmed by in the hot late-summer air.

After spending a few minutes gawking at the more romantic than intended sight, John gave a cough, breaking the spell that the drone of the outdoors had cast upon them.

“shall we head for that then?” he asked, pointing at the gazebo.

“I was thinking o+f o+ne o+f the trees,” Porrim waved at a weeping willow. “For a touch more privacy.”

“i don’t imagine that the ground is all that pleasant to lie on,” John pointed out.

“Perhaps. But I think o+ur ho+sts have us co+vered,” she reputed, pointing at a chest up against the house, with a card reading ‘4 guests’ on the lid. Inside were several blankets and even a small picnic basket.

“well! compliments to the lalonde’s. they know how to provide for her guests.”

“Are they thro+wing the party?” she asked.

“err, maybe? rose mentioned her family owned the estate but i could be wrong.”

“In any case, I’ll take the basket,” Porrim told him, hoisting it out. “Yo+u can carry a blanket.”

“good to know we aren’t stealing the owner's secret lunch stash,” John quipped, taking up the cloth.

“Darling, the invitatio+ns claimed that any perso+n o+r refreshment co+uld be had,” Porrim walked alongside John, sassing him right back. “Pro+vided that co+nsent was given o+f co+urse.”

“hope the chicken sandwiches or whatever is in there don’t need consent before we eat them.”

“And I ho+pe yo+u ask fo+r mine befo+re yo+u eat me.”

“uh...” John’s face went scarlet.

“What?” asked the troll, giving him a wink that started a fire somewhere in his belly.

“nothing,” he replied lamely, burning with shame. “Damn I am so 8ad at this!” his own thoughts berating him. “That was an easy opening! Say ‘I was saving you for desert’ and all you can say is ‘nothing’? Is it any wonder you're still a virgin there, Eg8ert?”

They walked in silence to the chosen tree. Porrim hummed to herself with a grin that should be illegal, while John willed his face to not resemble a stop light. He cast around for another topic of conversation but his thinking had been moored by the anchor of her comment.

“did you ever find someone? romantically i mean. shit, um. that was a stupid question since you're here tonight. wait, no. you’re probably here just for fun and i’m making myself look like an absolute babbling-”

“Relax Jo+hn. Take so+me deep breaths.”

He stopped and did as she suggested. After several lungfuls of air, he felt much better. Wow, who knew a little breathing was all you needed? He had to remember that trick for situations like this. Well, not exactly like this. Similar things. Not that he had many situations like this but maybe-

“Jo+hn! What did I say?”

“But I didn’t say anything!”

“Yo+u were thinking abo+ut it.”

“...” John breathed some more. His thoughts caressed into a smooth calm surface that had been a towering tsunami. Oh yeah, mark this technique for future use.

“And no+ Jo+hn. I haven’t fo+und that special so+meo+ne yet,” she hesitated. Her eyes glazed over while she studied the past. “I came clo+se. There was a cute spider girl with glasses but it wasn’t meant to+ be.”

John gave a small chuckle. “funny. i have the same story. spider-girl with glasses that we almost had a future together maybe. but I messed up.”

“My co+ndo+lences.”

“not your fault. besides, she went off with an older fish-girl. i hope she regrets those tattoos!”

The troll stopped walking, only a dozen steps from their chosen spot. It was so sudden that John almost ran into her.

“Do+n’t be so+ do+wn o+n tatto+o+s,” she admonished him, not directly looking at him.

John blinked and then looked at her exposed shoulders with clear obvious markings. He had, once again, put his foot into it.

“i didn’t mean you! i was talking about-well i was being a shitty ex and-sorry i won’t bring it up again i-”

“Shh~” Porrim put a finger to his lips and John felt a rush of vertigo as he suddenly gained phantom memories of being told to stand in a corner by a hot strict teacher. Only, he never had a teacher as hot as Porrim scold him, much less one that stood him up in a corner. Maybe she would spank him? He wasn’t even into that but the idea was sure as shit turning him on.

“I’m no+t that fussed Jo+hn. Yo+u mentio+ned yo+ur spider-girl ran o+ff with a fish-girl? Did she have twin-tails, glasses, a mo+b bo+ss attitude, and speaks in fish puns?”

“yes! do you know her?” he asked.

“Meenah! Yes, I mentio+ned her, I guess no+t by name. So+ yo+ur little crush must have been Vriska, right?”

“yeah! ha ha! wow, i had no idea our exes were dating.”

“Damn I wish! With a bo+dy like hers? But no+, I never dated her.”

“still, small world!”

“That it is. Have any secrets yo+u want to+ divulge abo+ut her?”

“nothing I could say in polite company.”

“Hmm, ho+w do+es o+ne beco+me impo+lite co+mpany?”

“burping loudly at dinner and not saying ‘excuse me’?”

They continued to chat as John unfurled the blanket. Porrim opened the basket to reveal several wrapped diagonally cut sandwich halves, various fruits, chip bags, and a bottle of wine with accompanying glasses. They wolfed the food, laughing through the crumbs. John hesitated when Porrim poured the wine but the chatter was so comfortable and the air so warm, that he allowed himself to drink. He winced at first, but the after taste was so delicious that he had to stop himself from chugging the stuff.

“Savo+r it darling!” laughed the troll, sipping hers much more slowly.

The late afternoon turned to evening as the food disappeared, along with half the bottle. John wiped away the last of the crumbs, thanks to some napkins left in the basket and offered his glass to Porrim, who topped it off with a giggle.

They watched the garden for a while, unaware that they had drifted closer together. It was only as Porrim gave a contented sigh and laid her head on his shoulder that John noticed their proximity. Their legs were touching, her foot snaking underneath his. He made to move away but she crossed her legs, trapping his right one between her thighs.

“Yo+u to+ld me that yo+u were a virgin,” Porrim purred, pulling him onto her lap. “But I never to+ld yo+u my dirty secret.”

“which is?” he asked, enjoying her breasts encircling the sides of his head.

Porrim ran a hand through his hair, stroking a loose clump behind one ear. She took a thoughtful sip from her flute, her hand not shaking in the slightest.

“she has perfect posture,” John thought dreamily.

She leaned forward and whispered in her ear, making the hairs on his arm stand on end. “I’m also+ a virgin.”

“what, you?” John asked in disbelief. “but you’re so... hot?!”

Here he gestured to her breasts. This got an ugly laugh out of her. John found he loved hearing the sound and wanted to hear it as often as possible.

“but you must be in your-” he slammed his mouth shut on the treacherous words. He knew better than to assure a woman’s age, much less asking for it! Porrim gave a wan smile as her hand roamed to his knee.

“Life can be cruel. And to+ be ho+nest, I have never met a man who+ I was even vaguely interested in. Never mind wanting to+ give my virginity to+. If no+t fo+r yo+u to+night, it never wo+uld have even o+ccurred to+ me,” she told him, her hand now on his inner thigh.

She must know that his tent was thoroughly pitched by now. It was rolling out the sleeping bags and digging a fire pit. Anymore and s’mores would be toasted along with campfire songs ringing out.

“ha, would you believe that you’re like, the fourth girl that’s told me that?”

“Yo+u po+o+r boy~” Porrim kissed the side of his neck. “Getting teased by that lavender menace I’m a bit jealo+us.”

She blew into his ear before kissing his neck again, leaving black lipstick marks behind. For a wild second, he feared she would bite down like a vampire. Shit, some trolls were vampires right? What had Kanaya called them? Rainbow Drinkers? Was this hot MILF...momma...mommy...troll going to drink him dry?? Was he into that???

“are you going to drink my blood?” John half-joked.

Porrim undid the first few buttons on his shirt, then turned him around to face her. He had to look up to meet her eyes. She gave a toothy grin prominently displaying her canines. They were pure white and very pointy. A shiver rushed through him as he cursed his life for once more hooking him up with a crazy girl and giving him yet another fear boner. Slowly, delicately, she undid the last few buttons of his shirt. She theatrically licked her lips black coating her tongue as she brought him in close, faces only millimeters apart.

“Do+n’t wo+rry, rainbo+w drinkers o+nly need fluids. Sweat, saliva, cum. All wo+rk just as well,” she whispered into the dead silence.

The tension hung thick in the air. Then furious passionate lips were pressed together, tongues lashed against one another in their partner’s mouth. John’s hands trembled as he fought to tear away her dress, the fabric coming away easily with no resistance at all. Porrim had done the same for his belt and pants, working through the lust ridden kisses.

His hands were over her breasts, feeling the warmth against his palms. He longed to suckle one, but his mouth was busy waging war against hers. He went south, feeling her lower lips, expertly playing with them, gratefully for all the practice paying off.

Porrim gave an indecent moan, still refusing to unlock their lips. She couldn’t seem to get at his cock. She retaliated by grinding her leg into him. She was immensely satisfied by the grunts that her partner let off. Neither let up for what seemed like hours but was maybe an eternity.

But one eventually gave up, and it wasn’t her. John gave one last grunt before his fingers dripped from her sopping pussy and cum sprayed the inside of his briefs. He was really grinding against her too, riding off several rolls of pleasure before he finally stopped, trembling against her.

“To+o+ bad-eh-heh-heh. I win,” she breathed out, almost cackling.

He had been close, five more seconds of that sweet torture and she would have cum all over his fingers. She wanted to push him down, dick first with her pussy to get it inside her quicker. In fact, she might still do that. She could cum again and again, with his virgin cock inside her unsullied pussy.

Well, okay. She had many many *many* vibrators, dildo’s, strap-on’s, other pussies, mouths, fingers, and so much more inside her. But never a cock. Never a hard, cum soaked member that was dripping like the one she was staring at now that she had lowered his underwear.

“why-huh-are all the girls-hah- I like so-huff- so competitive?” John wheezed.

“Yo+u have a type, Egbert~” Porrim rasped, still eyeing his cock with, John would swear, pink hearts in her eyes. “No+w, be a go+o+d bo+y and let mo+mmy clean yo+u up~”

John’s cock had been starting to go flaccid but after her prodding, it sprang up back to full mast. Porrim drooled as she grabbed the base, working her way up and down the length.

“Yo+u're big~ Yo+u left mama with such a huge mess to+ clean. At least yo+u left me with so+me treats,” she took a long lick, cum dripping down her chin. “That’s go+ing to+ fill me right up.”

John tried to shuffle his way to Porrim’s pussy but it was difficult with her weight on his legs. He tried to buy himself some breathing room.

“ha-uh that’s like, the third time you mentioned food. i thought that rainbow drinker thing was a joke,”

Porrim licked along his shaft, John acutely aware of how close her teeth were to his genitals. She looked up, pinning him like a deer in emerald headlights in a cloudy bank of foggy yellow. It almost made his heart stop.

“It was no+t,” she told him in a mock deadly whisper. John still couldn't tell if she was serious. He blamed that on the blood rushing to his lower regions. It wasn’t fair for a woman to be so overpowering.

She didn’t let him squirm for long as she swallowed his cock. He let out a hard breath as the sensation was familiarly warm. God, getting to third base was always so overwhelming. And troll tongues were much more agile compared to a human’s. It defied description. Wrapping around his shaft and even coming down to caress his balls. Her hands were already there, teasing his base and getting his seed all over her fingers. It was so fucking messy, he could see the last of her lipstick making their marks on him.

Despite the pressure from a woman almost twice his size, he continued doggedly on his quest. Eventually making it underneath her, looking up into a puffed out pussy that was practically splashing onto the blanket. A rogue question of what they would say to the owners was immediately squashed when he remembered they were at an orgy.

Did two people still count as an orgy? John speculated not. He gave another grunt from a particularly hard lick from Porrim. He was getting lost in the sauce, time for him to be a gentleman and get lost in her sauce.

Porrim knew that John was close. While all of her previous sexual partners had been of the female persuasion, she was certain she recognized the signs. The ever increasing breaths, elevated heartbeat, the useless struggling, all signaled that he was ready. He hadn’t even told a nerdy joke in the past few minutes. Her confidence lasted until she felt a tongue massaging her clit.

She froze, only now catching on that his thrashing had been a purposeful movement to put him in range of her pussy. She pulled back from his cock, letting out her own sounds of delight.

“Idio+t bo+y! Enff!! Yo+u are a bad-bad bo+y fo+r *o+h!* No+t letting mo+mmy finish cleaning yo+u!” she scolded.

John only gripped her thighs in response, fully eating out her pussy. She had been on edge before and carnally swallowing his cock hadn’t dissuaded her dripping folds. With this fresh assault, her domineering personality was hard to maintain. She kicked uselessly at the ground, her shoes flying off in the process.

“Naughty bo+y! I’ll punish yo+u with a go+o+d, hard, spanking!” she cried.

Amazingly, this did make the boy, or rather the man, he was so young compared to her, stop. He pulled back, meeting her eyes through her thighs. He looked rather cute with his glasses askew and pussy juice dripping down his chin.

“err, you aren’t going to spank me right? i uh, don’t like pain much, eh-heh, sorry if this is ruining the roleplay. but-uh, had to put that out there.”

What a dork! Porrim was feeling something in her. How the fuck do you start develop feelings for someone while they eat you out? Damn, if only it had happened sooner. She squeezed his head lightly with her thighs, hiding a smile as John closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

“It’s alright. O+ur libido+ ran away fro+m us befo+re o+ur mo+rals co+uld catch up. Jo+hn, is this do+mmy mo+mmy act alright with yo+u?”

“yes ma’am! err, mommy,” John said immediately with an accompanying thumbs up.

God, she needed another way to think the phrase “Fucking do+rk.”

“just, no pain-play please? i had an ex that went overboard on breath play and... let’s say i’m not doing that again.”

She stroked his chin, thumb parting his lips.

“I’ll make sure to+ keep the scratching and biting to+ a minimum,” she smiled.

John gave a shudder, he could still feel Terezi digging into him with her clawed nails. And her teeth biting into his shoulder. He willed himself not to cum again.

“at least this time. maybe i can brave it later,” he paused, a sheen of red touching his cheeks. “ah, assuming that there will be a next time.”

“Yo+u bet yo+ur cute little ass there’s go+ing to+ be a next time. And a time after that, and a time after that! I’m really starting to+ like yo+u. Are yo+u go+ing to+ finish mo+mmy up o+r are yo+u go+ing to+ sit there as I drip o+n yo+ur face?” she asked.

A goofy grin spread over his face. Porrim tried to match it with a cool, aloof smile with her hooded eyes, but she couldn’t tell if she managed it.

“yes ma’am!” he declared, which made her laugh. God damn him! She wanted him inside her right now! “anything I can do so that i don’t hurt you?”

The warm feeling was filling her up from the inside-out. Here was this little shrimp of a man worrying about hurting her, a troll, almost twice as large as him. A species known for their toughness especially during sex.

She wondered if it would be possible to take him home with her after this. Shit, he’d probably be down. Assuming she remembered after he rearranged her insides.

“Do+n’t get any funny ideas abo+ut mo+ving to+ my ass. And yo+u sho+uld kno+w, I never fuck o+n the first date.”

“understood,” he said with a comically serious expression on his face. Her laughter shook them both. She almost fell on top of him.

“That was a jo+ke ho+ney,” she coughed, as she wiped away tears. “Yo+ur co+ck is go+ing inside me darling. No+w, if yo+u do+n’t get busy.”

John’s quick nod and speedy return to his task was staggering. She could hear a muffled “yes, mommy,” from between her pussy lips. Porrim relaxed, grinding into his proffered mouth. Fuck! It felt so fucking good!

“Yes! Hmm~ Right there. Go+o+d bo+y~ Eat that fucking pussy. Sho+w mo+mmy ho+w much yo+u lo+ve eating her o+ut,” she crooned.

She was losing her composure again. “Ho+w o+ften has he do+ne this?” she wondered. She cooed as he occasionally flicked her clit as he worked. However often he had been in this position it was worth it.

John did a full mouth covering suck, letting off an outrageously loud slurp as he toyed with her. Really, he should thank Terezi, Vriska, Rose, and Roxy for all the practice. Virgin he may be, but he was a champion pussy eater. He thought for a while that Roxy might have been the one, she shared so many qualities with Porrim now that he thought about it in his lust-addled state. She was older, domineering, understanding, and also into women. Really, if she hadn’t met Calliope then things might be different.

“Now’s not the time to 8e thinking a8out such things!” he shouted at his deep submerged self.

A ridiculously loud moan echoed down to him, shaking loose the pussy mesmerized state. He took a long breath from his nose, marveling that she even smelled like a MILF, with an older-type of shampoo that he couldn’t quite place. She would show him later if he asked. The thought of being in her house, alone, asking to see her shampoo and the shower, naked him redouble his efforts.

Porrim was melting from John’s attacks, smooth, unfamiliar human tongue was playing on all different spots. She didn’t even try to stay in dom mode, her voice preoccupied with moaning. She did manage a few ‘that’s it’s and ‘go+o+d bo+y’s and ‘right there!’s between the moaning. She was afraid to drop to suck on his cock again fearing if she moved, she would explode into a puddle. And his hands gripping her love handles were surprisingly strong, pushing her deeper into him.

One quick movement he did, rapidly flicking her clit with his tongue was the straw that broke the desert humpbeast. Her legs tightened up, reminding John of women who could crush watermelons in the same position.

“it wasn’t a bad way to die,” he thought.

Porrim howled, hands gripping the blankets in bunches. A torrent of liquid gushed out of her, John lapping some up. Most coated his chin and dripped to his chest. She rode the aftershocks, desperately willing herself not to fall over.

A few moments of desperate breathing elapsed, John watching from below as Porrim’s breasts swayed with her. He was feeling pretty good and she felt half-way to the moon. It was so tempting to start again to see if he could break the facade. He was sticking out his tongue to try when her eyes shot open to meet his.

Slowly, achingly, she sat back on her haunches, almost whimpering. She stretched out her legs, the relief matching her well-licked pussy. John sat up too, eyes still locked on Porrim’s. She was so pretty in the afterglow, her breaths insinuated her features. Her gray skin made her look like some Greek goddess statue. Possibly Aphrodite, maybe Hera? Was she the goddess of MILFs? John swore to himself that Porrim should be it if only in his personal pantheon.

They kissed.

It wasn’t the desperate kisses that they had shared. This kiss was made in passion. All lips this time, but there was a force there that hadn’t been there before. John found that he had wrapped his arms around her without realizing, her breasts pushed into his chest. Porrim returned the embrace in kind, around over his shoulders and legs locking behind his back. They rocked together as the last sunlight of that hot summer evening dissolved over the horizon.

Both ignored how they were grinding together. How good it felt to be together. They wanted to feel the passion despite how horny they were. And it was getting tangled up with how wonderful the other one was. And how having a woman older than you was exhilarating. And how much a man was different from kissing a woman. And how young he was. And all their other senses boiled down into an inescapable reality: they were going to smash the absolute shit out of each other. And thank the planners once again for putting several bottles of water in the basket. And how the wind felt on their skins. And how the loud buzzing of insects were in their ears. And how John wasn’t wearing a condom.

That thought finally broke the calm stupor John was in.

“porrim wait, i’m not wearing protection,” he warned her urgently.

She laughed pulling him in closer.

“It’s an o+rgy Jo+hn, o+f co+urse I’m o+n the pill dear,” she gave him a sly wink. “Unless yo+u wanted to+ push me into+ the gro+und and breed me? Wo+uld yo+u like that daddy~?”

John’s mind went blank. That was a terrible idea. Wasn’t it? Kids were a lot of work, no matter how amazing their mother would look with his cum dripping out of her. Coating her insides and filling her up too overflowing. He shook the images from his mind, the fantasy fading away into a glow.

“no, i’m not ready to be a dad,” he said in that serious way as if he had put way too much thought into his answer.

Porrim found the tone so enduring. She hadn't been serious, despite her looks, she had never had children. No male partners and she had several thoughts about society's expectations of women expecting to be making babies. Fuck them! But seeing such a man wrapped around her finger, it triggered a yearning. Having power in the exchange made it exciting, more digestible. Maybe, she should think seriously about it too, assuming she liked it of course. She ruffled his hair, soothing him as best she could.

“No+w dear,” she purred. “I’m asking yo+u to+ breed me. No+t put a baby in me. No+ fatherho+o+d fo+r yo+u yet-”

“oh!” John interrupted, eyes suddenly sparkling. “i remember now! just a sec.”

With an unexpected jerk, John broke free of Porrim’s grasp. He grabbed his discarded pants and dove into one of the pockets. He held aloft a fistful of plastic squares.

“never thought i would say this but ‘thank you dad for forcing me to bring the condoms’!”

Porrim gave another laugh. “What, didn’t expect to+ need them after an RSV to+ a party like this?” she asked, trying not to show other emotions that threatened to creep across her face.

“well, yeah, but well, after the third time...uh, guess i didn’t think i would actually get laid...”

“Egbert wo+rds fail me. Yo+u are incredible and a bit o+f an idio+t.”

“t-thank you?”

“Yo+u’re welco+me,” she kissed his cheek this time, feeling the skin turn scarlet under his lips. “Need help getting o+ne o+pen?”

“what? n-no! i got this,” John said, dropping all but one of them.

His fingers shook as he tried to tear the package. He cursed his quaking digits. Come on! He’d gotten to putting it on and positioned with Vriska before fucking everything up! A hand entered his vision. It plucked the insulated rectangular package (the proper troll word) from him. Porrim bit on a corner gently, puncturing the material, tearing it away easily revealing the rubber. She rolled it over his cock, the plastic sticking to him like a second skin. He squirmed as the troll licked the outside. He had forgotten how thin these were, it felt like he wasn’t wearing anything at all.

“There, are yo+u ready?” she asked.

“are you?” he shot back. oh why did he say it like that again? FUCK!

He had wanted to make sure. To really know that she was okay with it. Why had he 8een so scared? She had 8een dripping wet, wanting it, needing it, as 8ad as he had. But when it came time... they should have cuddled naked, instead of him jumping out of the 8ed like a coward. Then the shouting match-then-!

“Ha ha, uh. Y-yes. Yes o+f co+urse I’m ready,” Porrim’s hesitant tone shattered the vision. The beautifully shouting eight-eyed troll was replaced with a concerned, and a bit nervous, one.

John looked down, his cock rested against her entrance, his tip brushing her clit, matching in time with his breaths. No angry facade here. She was just as nervous as he was. For some reason, that made everything alright.

“wanna hold hands?” he asked.

Porrim gave a mock scowl.

“What an abso+lutely filthy suggestio+n! Yo+u’re a dirty bo+y Jo+hn Egbert.”

She grasped her palms into his, intertwining their fingers.

“Luckily, I’m feeling like a dirty girl myself. So+ I wo+n’t ho+ld it against yo+u.”

John laughed as Porrim pushed him down once more. She let go of one hand to stretch her folds apart and with no more hesitation, pushed his cock into her. There was a wet sticky sound and then silence. John stared at her through breasts, the difference in size making it impossible to be eye to eye while he was inside of her.

It felt... good. Warm, a bit like the tit-job Roxy had once given him but far more wet. And much more... tight? He had read that a pussy should be loose and wet. But wanting her to squeeze it harder was so tempting.

Porrim shifted a bit, letting herself get used to her first cock. It had a slight bend to it that was pushing up against her mythical g-spot and then went deeper in. Oohh! She could feel those thousands of years of evolutions at play. All those centuries working to push her body to want this feeling. To be pumped full of seed and be breed like a farm animal.

She shook herself, telling her libido to be normal for once and not a thirsty “Christmas cake” as Damara had called her. To not want this young bo-man to fuck her until she passed out. Like she was planning to do. Shit, this felt too good.

Her shifting had pushed him in further, knocking into something deep inside her. Oh yeah, they were going to need more condoms. Possibly more than were inside the mansion.

“you okay?” asked a concerned John.

“O+++h yeeeeesss~” her tongue started loll. “Has anyo+ne ever to+ld yo+u ho+w big yo+u are?”

“yes, but not so *ehn* enthusiastically,” he managed.

Communication was breaking down. John watched as her breasts passed by, a nipple grazing past his lips. He quickly reached out and grabbed them, taking first one and then the other in long, loud, mouthfuls as she pumped up and down. Up and down. Up and down. The slap of his balls bouncing against her skin was audible over their noise, each thrust counting down to the inevitable climax.

They seemed to synchronize, matching each other beat for beat. When Porrim’s release came, John kept going to match her, enjoying her shudder on top of him. She pushed on, making him cum immediately after, releasing inside of her to make a sticky, hot, wet mess.

They hung there in that moment, still shaking from the effort. Shuddering breaths matching together as stars began to wink on in the night sky. It was John who spoke first, underselling himself as usual.

“w-wow! that was, fucking awesome.”

Porrim gave a cackling laugh, hugging the human closer to her, as if to squeeze him into herself. His still erect member making her squeak.

“Yeah, ha ha ha. *Hmn!* It sure was Egbert. Ha, so+ Jo+hn, yo+ur place o+r mine?”

“what?” John’s expression was mystified, as he looked into her eyes with incomprehension.

She laughed again, softer this time, and gave him a short peck on the lips.

“Where do+ yo+u want to+ take this Jo+hn? I assumed this wasn’t a o+ne night stand?”

“oh. OH! er, i thought one of the rooms here would be fine. if that’s alright with you. uh, i have a lot of gas in the tank so to speak. if uh, that’s what you were saying?”

Porrim, who had been aiming more for a romantic angle, suddenly felt her libido fight at her once again. She was nowhere near done, not tonight! And driving would take too long.

“I co+ncur. But what abo+ut afterwards?”

“well, i was imagining waking up, trying not to jump each other while we worked through some breakfast. taking your car to your place as i realized just now i have no way back home. fingering you all the way back and then making out before we get to the door. clothes all coming off before we get in through the doorway. bending you over every piece of furniture in the house and-”

Porrim was still dripping as she furiously bit into his neck, feeling his hardness rub back up against her slit.

“And-?” she asked.

John looked confused for a moment. “uh, then we cool off? shower? calm down with some real food? talk for a bit about our feelings? uh, play some mario kart? plan for the future maybe???”

It took all of Porrim’s effort not to start fucking him again right then and there. As it was, she settled for squeezing his member between her thighs. She was delighted to see him jump at the pressure.

“Go+o+d answer Egbert. Go+o+d fucking answer.”