DROP FORTY-TWO

 

 

“By Apollo’s testicles, man, you said this was a friendly match?” the mechdoc exclaimed, uttering a sentence completely uncharacteristic of the otherwise respectful doctor.

Hector winced, “It did go a bit out of hand…” They both looked at the girls. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, none of them looked happy.

The Doc went to each of the athletes, spraying disinfectant on the cuts and checking them over, flashing lights in their eyes. “I’m checking their pupillary responses to see if there is a concussion.”

Hector just grunted in agreement and let the man do his job. His robotic mule followed behind, freaking out two of the new girls. Hector found it hilarious, but the mule was freaky in how it moved like a headless quadruped.

“Doc, can I carry your gear for you? I think the mule is making them uneasy,” Hector said, trying to help.

“No, Trevor is bouncing radiowaves and scanning for broken bones while I check them. He’s also monitoring breathing and heart-rate.”

“I see. Sorry, I won’t bother you anymore.” Hector raised his hands and walked backwards.

The mechdoc checked Cherry’s hands, and Hector said, “They always got battered because a qwik blocks with them.” He made a mental note to do something about that fact.

The old man said, “Don’t worry, lad. I’ve seen nothing too serious so far, most of the trauma is either cosmetic or it simply hurts and the athlete will need a little something to sleep it off.”

 

 

They had no reason to celebrate, but they did anyway. Hector went for a booze and snacks run and they all had a little party upstairs, as soon as they were done with the whole patching up. The booze was prescribed by the Doc, so everyone was peer-pressured to have at it.

The girls had somewhat bonded already, and the relaxed atmosphere helped even more. Tony hung around and managed to get through the night without getting an augmented knee in the balls. Pickle and Bobo were dead tired, and it was too late in both time of day and drinks wolfed down for anyone to drive. Cherry offered her bed to Bobo, which she fell on and slept immediately. Hector offered the other two girls his bed and said he’d sleep in the cot downstairs. Tony wanted to hang around but Hector had him fuck off in a self-driving taxi. He didn’t want to have any issues with him.

In the end, he and Cherry outdrunk everyone, and they were left alone in the living room.

Cherry looked back at the closed doors of the rooms, then hopped next to Hector on the sofa. “Seems, we’re alone, Cherry,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yes, we are,” she breathed out, moving a bit towards him.

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her lips tasted young and juicy, like… well like cherries. Must have been the lip gloss she had just applied. Hector smiled at that. She had also changed into towel shorts, light blue, that only made her perfectly toned legs look amazing as she moved. They invited him to feel her skin, and he did, running his fingers slowly up and down her legs. Bruised and battered, they still felt amazing. “Does it hurt when I do that?”

She shook her head, looking dizzy from the attention. “No… Keep doing it.”

“Hey, I need to review something,” he said, pulling back and opening his veil.

“Now? What about?” she asked, taken aback.

He pulled the feed from earlier. The annotation said ‘Boobcam 1.’ He put the stream in front of them both in their Shared Augmented Reality and grabbed Cherry by the butt, lifted her and placed her on his lap, her back on his chest.

She wiggled her butt as soon as she felt his erection and cooed. “Oh, I like this review. What are we watching?”

Hector spoke as if he was serious. “I just wanted to verify the point-of-view from here.” He put his chin on the side of her neck, getting the same view as the video from earlier. Cherry’s breasts under her t-shirt, saggier now because she wasn’t wearing a sports bra, but still young and perky, and what was in front of her.

She laughed. “Enjoying the view from here?” She then pulled her t-shirt off and remained topless on top of him.

“Oh yeah!” he said and nibbled on her neck and ear.

She moaned quietly, her body moving and rubbing on him all over. Rubbing her back on his chest, grinding on his cock with her ass, her hands on him, one reaching back on his neck, the other propping her up on his lap.

The stream played on through their training, Pickle was ordering people around. Cherry was manipulating a q-tip, paired up with Dainty Feet, and their boobs flashed red when hit.

Cherry acted angry, but she clearly was not, “Did you just want to watch Dainty Feet as you grabbed handfuls of me?”

“What? No, I’m looking at you,” Hector said, squeezing her breast and touching her belly. Indeed he was, looking from as close as possible to the point-of-view in the stream in real life.

She chuckled. “I’m kidding.” She reached back and stuck her tongue in his ear, licking for a long moment. “I don’t mind if you watch others,” she whispered.

Hector enjoyed the feeling of her too much but was still surprised. “You’re not?”

“No,” she breathed out huskily in his ear and then wiggled her butt to reach down. She unzipped his fly and let his erection loose, it was becoming a bit constrained. Grinding on his cock, she fished a condom from her shorts and deftly put it on him. Then she pushed her panties to the side and lowered herself straight on his erection, taking it all in at once.

She felt wet and warm and amazing. She stayed still, squeezing her pussy’s muscles.

Hector said, “I love it, but there’s something wrong with what I’m seeing.”

She moaned something in reply.

“These should be pushed up,” he said, squeezing both of her boobs with his arms.

She opened her eyes and moved up and down on his dick. “Oh, yeah, you’re right. Now they look the same,” she said, looking back and forth from her cleavage to the stream.

He bit her neck, ran his hand down to rub her clit and kept both her boobs up with a squeeze of his left palm. He loved how small Cherry was in general, her breasts were big for her measurements but he still could hold them both in one hand. They both had found a nice rhythm now, and Cherry was pushing herself down on him, controlling the flow of their lovemaking.

After a while of smooth in and out, she stopped. “Oh, I remember!” She scrolled the stream forward and looked for something.

Hector grunted. He was near the end now. Not there yet, but Cherry could make him so damn horny.

“Found it!” she said, showing him a bit after the friendly match. They were at the locker room, women all over, and Cherry was helping out Cadena with taking off her Boob LEDs. It was a straight two-minutes of her fondling the other woman’s breasts all over and trying to get the damn thing off. Their words.

Hector felt like he just had a second erection on top of the first one. Biting her lip, Cherry started moving again, harder this time.

“Oh, you’re naughty!” he grunted, now holding her from the waist and pummelling her down on him.

“I am? Punish me then!” she moaned a bit too loud. All this time they were trying to keep it quiet, but now they both were far too horny to care.

The Cherry in the stream released one of Cadena’s breasts and went for the other. Hector was about to burst, he was just straight up fucking her now, no more soft caresses and nibbles.

Then she stopped moving, and Hector grunted his complain. “What happened? Was I too rough?”

She turned her head around and kissed him deeply. “No, I just want you to cum to this.” She scrolled the stream forward and stopped at quite an interesting spot. They could now see Cherry undoing Pickle’s Boob LEDs, and despite it not being as revealing, since Pickle had the torsal exoskeleton that covered her up, it was still sexy as fuck.

“Come on,” Hector panted, “why are you doing this?”

“Watch,” Cherry demanded and pushed his chin up.

He watched as Cherry in the stream ran her hands all over Pickle’s body. The real Cherry currently wrapped around his cock shoved herself down three times.

He shuddered, and lifted her by the ass. She positioned herself with open legs and jerked him off, pulling the condom away with a swipe. It only took one more tug, and he came between her legs, showering her thighs and her belly with his sperm.

He kissed her hungrily while she still ran her fingers up and down his cock. He came down from his orgasm a few seconds later, completely spent.

The stream showed Pickle’s face, distorted at the edge of the frame. “Turn that off,” she said to Cherry. “I need to talk to you.”