Just Push Play [AKA, "Viewer Discretion Advised"]

Just Push Play [AKA, "Viewer Discretion Advised"]
by AladdinAbu
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NOTE: Set after Brain Scratch, but before Hard Luck Woman... don't really take the movie into account. Basically after most of the important events but the whole crew is still together. Also, this is me trying out a 1st person perspective approach, so here's hoping it turns out well.
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Fucking door locks.

No, that's what I'm saying, here; the locks on the Bebop. They're the problem. They've always been the shittiest locks in the galaxy. Last time we were on Ganymede, I thought about having them overhauled... but Spike said we were out of smokes. Then Faye said our water heater was broken. Then Ed wanted this new upgrade to the computer's memory banks. Oh yeah... and then I said we needed some goddamn FOOD.

So no, the locks weren't fixed. Should have been.

"Jet, I need a favor."

"UH!"

Faye sighed as she sauntered in, stretching like a cat waking up from a nap. "There's this guy who owes me a few thousand Woolongs... and I got this tip that he skipped Mars and relocated to Callisto. I know we're passing right by there, so maybe we can swing ov- WHOA!"

My teeth gritted. "Doesn't anybody ever knock anymore?"

"I'm sorry," she breathed into her hand, green eyes round as dinner plates. Then, as her initial shock began to wear off, she started to giggle. "Uhh... really, Jet, I had no idea you were into spanking."

When she said that, I glanced back at the screen; yeah, some girl was getting her ass paddled. That hadn't been in the description when I downloaded it. "Fine, fine, you've had a good laugh at my expense. Now, as you might be able to guess, I'm in the middle of something."

"I'll say."

"So," I continued, trying not to lose my temper, "if you don't mind...?"

"No, I don't mind."

I turned back to the video, sighing. It was going to be impossible to get off to this now. Maybe I should just get some sleep...

But then I felt the cushions of the couch shift. Glancing over, horrified, who should I see? I'll give you three guesses - and the first two don't count unless you've got shit for brains. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I said I didn't mind," she whispered, those damn mischievous eyes crinkling at the corners as she grinned at me. "Didn't say I was leaving."

"Shit, woman," I growled at her. Moreso than a moment ago, I realized I was stripped down to my boxers. "Uhh, I- wait, you-"

"Don't get excited or anything. Well, poor choice of words - I can see you're excited." The wink she gave me sent chills up my spine. Was she... "But no, I'm just curious, I haven't seen this one."

"THIS one?!" I repeated, eyebrow arching. "Which ones have you seen? Wait a damn minute - why haven't you left yet? What do you want?"

"To get off," she said breezily, not betraying any remote arousal in her voice whatsoever. The vixen was talking like we'd been standing in line to collect a bounty for six hours. However, she had already begun to rub herself through her shorts. "Listen, though, big guy - no touching. Let's just both enjoy the movie, and we'll retire to our corners."

It was totally insane. Like, Pierrot insane. Faye was about to jill off next to me.

Trying to pass myself off as being completely at ease with the idea, I turned back to the monitor, pretending to be engrossed with the couple there and their use of Jell-o. Shouldn't have to tell you that I kept looking over at Faye, though; that was much more entertaining. Ridiculously, I saw she was actually beginning to relax about this; she let her high-heels fall to the floor and lifted one knee up on the armrest. Nothing was exposed, but her hand had slid up the leg of her little yellow shorts, and her head tilted back an inch or two. Chill, like we're watching Saturday morning cartoons.

"RANDY!" the girl on the screen squealed. "I... I don't do toys!"

"Heh," Faye laughed, glancing over at me. "I don't suppose you have any."

"What?! NO!" I blustered, forgetting how cool I was supposed to be about this. "What use would I have for a- a-"

"Calm down, hotshot," she laughed musically, grinning with genuine amusement. "Wasn't trying to say you had a kink. Just wondering. I could use a pocket rocket right about now..."

Despite how hard I'd been fighting the urge, I was stroking myself through my undies. I was full up and ready to blow; somehow, I think I had it worse than if she'd thrown herself on top of me. Hmm... that's probably a lie. Still, having her juicy ass plunked down right next to me on the couch and knowing that we were both going at it... something enticing about that in a whole other way from the "real deal".

The next time I glanced at Faye, I saw her sweater had long ago disappeared, and her shirt (if you can really call it that, since it's like a long bikini) was hanging open at the cleavage. She caught me looking, too, and her lips pouted. "Hmph. If you're just gonna be a perv about this, I can go finish off in my own room."

"No, no, don't mind me," I laughed. I impressed myself by actually sounding somewhat nonchalant; not bad, Jet, ol' boy. A perv? For looking at a beautiful woman? Must be some whole new standards of decency I hadn't heard about.

"Fine. Then I'm about to really get into this. Think you can handle that, or do I have to excuse myself from your company?"

Time to turn it around a little. "Be my guest. But don't start crying out my name or anything."

"HAH! You wish!"

And then we were really going at it, like breakneck speed. Somehow at this point, I really did forget to look at her - but I knew she was there and what she was doing. Once or twice, I did chance a glance, but all I could see was the milky inside of one of her enormous melons and a bunching of her shorts that (damn them) completely hid what she was doing down there. Oh yeah... and her face. Without being able to see much of the rest, the color in her cheeks, the way her lips had fallen open and her eyes were squeezed half-shut was definitely a bigger turn on.

"What's this?"

Both of us froze solid. And I mean like Faye was frozen for seventy-seven years.

"EDWARD!" I shouted, unable to hide how distressed I was. "What did I tell you about knocking?!"

"To," she said simply, elbows leaning on the back of the couch. "Is this porn?"

"Ahh," Faye said, and her eyes were back to being kitchenware. Maybe she'd have shot me for noticing, but her hand was definitely still where it had last been, now still as stone. "Ed, wh-why don't you, uhh... give Jet and I a little privacy with our adult movie?"

"Ed's seen lots of porn," she said blissfully, a big silly grin on her tanned face. That kid... "It's all over the net!"

"Really?" I asked, slightly curious as to what this oddball creature would make of it. "And you watched it?"

"It's funny!" she giggled. "People can put funny things in funny places! Like hide and seek!"

I could feel myself going slightly soft; this was just getting too weird. "Yyyeah. Anyway, it's been nice chatting with you."

"Ed wants to watch!" And, of course, she had vaulted over the back of the couch and plopped down right between us. "What do we do, what do we do?"

"YOU go the hell away!" Faye snapped, losing patience with the girl. "Geez, can't you mind your own damn business once in a while?"

"Nope!" It was blithe, and probably completely true. I think she's incapable. "Oh look; they have no clothes on."

"Goes with the territory," I grunted. "Now, Ed-"

But I stared, transfixed, as she whipped off her bike shorts. Just like that; because the people on TV had done it. Though I was still uncomfortable, I felt my dick snap back to full attention; the discomfort or her nearness was enough to bring that about, even without the lack of clothing. A second later, her hands had gone to her shirt, but I grabbed her arm. "Ed, wait a minute, here!"

"Why, Jet-person?" she asked, blinking as she tilted her head to the side. "You're not wearing a shirt right now. This room is all stuffy."

"Jet, you are touching her while you have a hard-on," Faye pointed out in a voice with no small drop of discomfort. "It's... oh, just let her do it. She'll figure out it's not any fun and go away."

I let go in disbelief. "LET her?! Did you come in here all hopped up on something?!" But by this time, Ed was blissfully naked, wiggling her toes in the air as she stared at the screen. "God..."

"Watch Auntie Faye, Ed," she said in a would-be kindly voice, shooting me a resigned look. Ed craned her neck right into Faye's lap, observing as if this were some infernal nature walk. "This is what one does while watching this kind of movie. Fun, huh?"

"Fun!" Yeah, Ed started masturbating. She was a kid! But I couldn't look away, and I noticed Faye wasn't paying much attention to the film, either. This was one of those weird phenomena you experience, like a train accident or a hot dog eating contest: you know it's sick and disturbed, but you still find yourself watching, powerless to snap yourself out of it. At first, she was just as happy go lucky as she always is, pushing one of her fingers up and down the outside of her labia, exactly how Faye had shown her (I guess, since I couldn't see). No harm in it, I suppose... even though it was ten times more bizarre than anything I'd experienced. And I'm an old dog who lives in space. With these clowns.

"See, Ed?" Faye said, smiling as she patted the girl's shoulder. "No fun for kids, only for grown-ups. Please, can you-"

"Oooh..."

From what I could tell, Ed had just pushed in a little harder, and when she dragged the finger up to the little red clit at the top, it set her off for the first time. "Faye-person... I... this feels strange..."

We both exchanged a worried glance now; this wasn't what Faye had been trying to accomplish and I knew it, but I still felt the tiniest hint of satisfaction that her so-called "plan" had backfired in her face. She tried to smile again. "Well, then, uhh... you can stop now."

"But Ed doesn't want to," she said, her voice as cheerful as usual, but shaky, with that hint of fear of the unknown that children usually reserve for their first swimming lesson. "Ed wants to try more! Will it feel less strange and more good?"

"Christ," she swore quietly, stroking herself again; I could hear the squelching sounds from my seat. "Looks to me like she's joined the party, Jet."

My jaw dropped open. "You don't seriously expect me to finish this with her in the room!"

"Might as well," Faye sighed, moving her other hand along the inside of her thigh. "She's old enough to feel sensation in it. Guess today's the day we teach Edward how to crank one out."

Presented with a solid argument like that, where's the room for debate? So of course, I whipped it out and started beating it again, while Edward and Faye returned to the SCHLIK-SCHLIK-SCHLIK noise they had begun to generate. Now, two women (of sorts) were getting off simultaneously with me. It was like being upside down and backwards, hurtling through the air. But I was beginning to enjoy it; I'd been pretty damn lonely in this department the past few years, save the VERY occasional one-night stand in some port or other. Good to have company, even if I wasn't physically touching them. At least it wasn't another lonely afternoon with JUST my hand.

Then something wet was pressing into my dick. Looking down, I saw a tangle of unkempt red hair. Suppose I wouldn't need my hand anymore tonight... "What's- NO, EDWARD!"

"Oh my God!" Faye shouted, eyes bulging. "Ed, y-you have to stop that, that's not allowed!"

"The lady on TV is doing it," she said innocently, staring up at me with those gigantic eyes. They were amber - exactly like amber, crystalline and reflective... "That other man likes it. Jet doesn't like it?"

"W-ell, that's not- look here, Ed, there's a world of diffNNHH!"

It couldn't be helped; I should have known somehow, some unreasonable way, Edward would have learned to become a world-class cocksucker without ever having touched one in her life. Hardly a minute passed before she was taking me all the way into the back of her throat, no gagging sounds, no teeth. It was as if she analyzed the way the woman in the porno was handling her partner and replicated the actions exactly. And you know what? I wouldn't be that surprised if that's exactly how it went.

"Jet..." It was Faye. There was this alarmed, disgusted look on her face; she thought I was a monster. I glared at her, and she understood my meaning; this was her fault. She'd said Ed could stay, even showed her how to pet the kitty. Shame steadily replaced her outrage as she turned to watch the screen, going back to her earlier activity.

"Mmph," the girl moaned around me as she continued to stroke herself. I saw one of her legs drape over Faye's as she spread out, getting comfortable, and Faye jumped. She didn't like the feeling of leg-on-leg, wasn't prepared to be touching another person, much less a female. But she forced herself to keep digging into her shorts, staring straight ahead. Trembling like she was going through withdrawals, she let her other hand drop down onto Edward's knee - and any fool could tell the noises coming out of her throat were more heated from that point.

"Jet-person," Ed whispered as my fluid-coated dick flopped from her mouth, a string of saliva hanging from her lip. Slowly, she eased back into the crook of my right arm as her hand moved faster and faster, tensing up, straining for breath. "I... I feel weird, in my bottom parts. Wh... what's going to happen?"

That was my limit, right there; I blew, shooting white sticky mess all over both myself... and Edward. As soon as I saw it splatter against her I felt myself cringe, but at the same time, the dark skin of her flat, lean stomach and featureless chest looked good coated in the thick goo. She must have thought so, too, because her moans got louder, her actions more frantic - and so did Faye's. She was staring shamelessly at Edward and me, now, licking along her upper lip as she clutched Ed's knee, her wrist a blur. The mound of soft flesh above Edward's untrained pussy was shaking from the force with which she was attacking it. I could hardly see the rest, it was moving too fast. Then, they both shrieked out at around the same time, going rigid as boards; I could see Edward's toes flexing in the air. Wow - in unison, even. I already felt myself stirring again; that's damn hot.

"Ohh," Faye said, leaning back and fanning herself with the hand that had been up her hoo-hah. As I watched, her shirt fell open more, almost showing off the paydirt but not quite. "That... I hate to admit this, it all f-feels like such a huge mistake, but that was... not bad."

"You said a mouthful," I chuckled. "Speaking of mouthfuls..."

"Edward is... is having fun," she panted, sweat beading on her forehead as she stroked my thigh. "Can we... do it again? I wanna go again!"

Faye and I exchanged a worried glance before I said, "Now, aren't you tired? Maybe you should-"

"No, not tired," she half-giggled. "Thirsty... Jet-Jet, do you have any water for Edward?"

Sighing, I reached down and found the bottle I'd set next to the couch. It was still full, so I took a few good gulps before passing it to her. She drained it almost to the bottom, then held it out for Faye, who gave her an uncomfortable smile before draining the rest. Then, she was kneeling and facing me.

"Again, now! Play more!"

"No, Edward," I sighed, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and trying to remain calm. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Faye jerkily removing her stockings, tossing them aside in disgust as she waved her legs about, glad for the access to the relatively cooler air than had been trapped against her skin. Damn, if she didn't have the finest legs ever made... "That's enough for one day - or EVER, okay? This is a game Edward should be playing by herself, not with-"

"But it's for mixed doubles," she said, pointing to the screen. Unfortunately, there were no less than four people onscreen at the same time. Terriffic. "Like tennis! Edward is good at tennis, she has quick reflexes!"

"Edward..."

Now the girl was sitting back, using a finger to collect all of my spooge. As I watched, horrified, she licked it off her finger, sighing with contentment. Even that?! I knew she had both our full attention now. "Mmm... Jet-person tastes like fish-and-chips..."

"Let me try."

My heart thundered into my throat as Faye crawled right on top of Edward, flattening the girl in her haste to reach me. What?! But I had no chance to prepare myself, so when her lips wrapped around my still-soft member, I shouted, "ALLMIGHTY!"

"I've always wondered how you were," she whispered ashamedly, not looking at me, only stroking me, getting me harder. "You know... boredom. Long hours on the ship. When you think about it, it's almost a miracle none of us have ever... well, before today, anyway."

"Faye..."

"You do taste good. Edward's not wrong."

Then her lips were at me again. I knew it would take me a lot longer to finish the second time, but with the flawless technique Faye had spent a lifetime mastering, I was more than willing to endure the wait. She really knew her shit! It felt like her entire tongue was winding itself around my length, the roof of her mouth pushing down just enough without her teeth touching, both lips forming a tight seal. One hand kneaded into my sack, cupping and fondling as her head began to bob. What a chick magnet I was turning into; from no dates in months to two beejays in one day.

Suddenly Faye let out a high-pitched squeak and withdrew from me. "NO, WHAT THE- no!"

"Mmhh," Edward giggled. "Faye-Faye, you're really tangy!"

"Get out of there!" she ordered, and I felt myself throb. Had Edward really gone for it? "That's- women aren't supposed to have other- MMMhh, cut it out!" She got no reply; there were muffled sounds of pleasure, and Faye swooned, both hands clutching at my legs for support. "Jet... y-you have to stop her... I ca- I can't take this!"

But when I looked down at her flushed face, at the slight glimpse of erect nipple I could see peeking from around her top, I grinned. "You wanted to teach her stuff. So hey, Muff-Diving 101 is in session."

"Uhn!" she moaned, trying to glare at me as I slid her shirt off her shoulders, raising her arms one at a time to let me take it off even as she meant to be angry with me. "You pig! She's just a... and she's a SHE! That's- NNHHH, oh wow, how can she be so good at it?! I've never been with any man who's got skills like hers!"

"Quick study," I chuckled, stroking along her bare back. For a wild, scary moment, I knew she was going to lean up and kiss me, I could see it in her shimmering eyes. Then she blinked, looked so meek and bewildered that I almost asked what was wrong, and immediately lowered those creamy, pillowy mountains to my dick, wrapping it up in them tight. "Mmmhhh, yeah..."

Grinning, I looked toward her shorts and saw Edward's hands were fighting with them, peeling them down and off. Score one for the young phenom! Panicked whimpers issued from deep in Faye's chest, but she didn't stop tending to me - and even when Edward resumed her own oral stimulation, Faye rocked and reeled but did not slow down, pressing her hands into the sides of herself, tittyfucking me with speed and fury. It was like a friggin' dream, I swear!

"This is nice," I uttered as I watched Faye's beautiful round behind swaying and twitching, saw Edward's stubby fingertips gouging into the supple fleshy padding. Letting out a gasp of wanton desire, Faye dropped her boobs and took me all the way to the hilt, gagging from her haste but quickly recovering. Her tongue was a tornado swirling around me, and I began to move my pelvis the slightest bit. Then, suddenly, Edward's legs were around Faye's back. Deciding to take a more active role, I bent over and licked the tip of Ed's toe.

"Jet-Jet!" she giggled. "Silly, silly!' But when I began sucking on the two longest, threading my tongue between them, she took on a hushed, disbelieving quietude that almost scared me. "Jet-Jet..."

At the same time, I forced my arm around her thigh and grasped one of Faye's ample bosoms. It was so firm and pliable beneath my palm, made out of everything good in this universe. Two of my fingers trapped her nipple and pinched hard. For a brief instant, I felt teeth, and then she was over it, bobbing up and down on me, tongue going nuts as she worked at me, building up my second load. This was the way to live!

"Mmmhh! Faye-Faye's hand is- ohhh... it's so happy! My bottom parts are happy now!" Somehow, even these strange phrases were erotic when Ed was so turned on she could hardly speak.

"So why wasn't I invited to this shindig?"

For the second time today, I felt the coming of a new ice age within my quarters. I turned around to see Spike, one eyebrow up, staring at my shocked expression and Faye's nude back. "KNOCKING! Why can't any of you brain trusts remember to knock?!"

"Spike?!" she exclaimed, lips still on my head. "Wh-what's up?"

"Somethin's up," he answered her suggestively. "Or you wouldn't be working so hard on it."

"Listen," she said as she sat up at last, wiping her chin. I noticed she was keeping low enough so that he couldn't get a good look at her unfettered knockers. "This is... it all started out so innocently..."

"Innocently? Like Ed's innocence?" There was accusation in his tone, but I only heard it because we've been in this business together for so long; to your average joe on the street, he would have sounded completely unconcerned with Ed's well-being. "Afraid that's pretty much gone at this point."

"We're playing Porno Actors!" Ed giggled at him, her desire still showing in her words; she didn't understand why the two of us weren't still openly horny like she was. "Wanna play, too? Spikey-Spike should play with us, it's the best!"

Spike seemed to consider this. The more he stared at Faye's disrobed form, the less he seemed to want to answer out of hand. What wheels were turning under that green moptop of his? "Uhhh, I dunno..."

"Come on, Spikey-Spike," Faye echoed throatily. Boy, was she laying it on thick; trying to justify her own actions, maybe? Now she did sit up straighter, showing off her bosoms as they swung to and fro in the air, nipples pointing up toward the lights. She bit her bottom lip for a moment; even I felt my already-hard cock somehow get harder when she did that. Moves, I'm tellin' ya - got 'em all down pat. "Let's all play. Bet I win."

This was a lot for old Spike. "You calling my bluff, Poker Alice?"

"Like you've got a hand. It's as plain as the nose on your face. You have a tell."

Slowly, warily, Spike began to take off his jacket as he paced around to the end of the couch. "Fine, but I call Faye. Not bangin' any kids."

"Thanks, old buddy," I growled. Always has to get his way - and usually stick me with the dirty job in the process. But then Faye's hands were tugging at my shoulders, spinning me in my seat toward her; I had to kneel to accomplish it. "Huh? Hey, watch it, what are you-"

"So you can have Ed," she moaned as the aforementioned hacker continued to suckle her fertile crescent. "When we... well, when whatever happens, happens."

"But that's- come on, I'll get arrested, this is completely bonkers!"

Her eyes smiled, even as they filled with tears. "None of us will tattle. Besides... I know you've always had a thing for younger girls. With Mei Fa, and all..."

My jaw dropped open. What was she insinuating?! "B-but Mei Fa and I, we- that wasn't how things-"

"Don't have to sell us on it, Jet," Spike grunted, already down to his birthday suit. That boy could move fast when he felt like it. "Everybody's got kinks."

Why did they all think I had a bagful of creepy fetishes? Do I really come off as that lecherous?

"Haah," Edward squeaked when she felt me pressing against the back of her thighs. Almost afraid of what I was going to see, I leaned back and looked through Faye's cleavage to her fresh, sweat-soaked face. She was still extremely eager, but there was a hint of fear in her grin. "Jet-person is... going to do to Edward... what they're doing?"

She was indicating the screen, where the couples were going full out with each other. "No," I said, still in denial.

"Yes!" She planted her feet on either side of me and raised her hips up, brushing my rock-hard thing with her untouched opening, leaving a few drips of herself behind. "They like it a lot! Edward is... Edward wants to try!"

As I watched, Faye moved her arms inward and helped Edward brace up for this, elbows against the girl's hips. "We c-can't make her go without now, Jet. It's too cruel."

"The hell we can't!" I blustered, cupping her surprisingly-firm buttcheeks with my hands. Bet you could bounce a Woolong off that thing... "She shouldn't be doing any of this shit in the first place!"

"She just wants to be a woman. Give her that. Let her first time be with somebody she trusts."

"Easy for you to say," I growled. But somehow, with that virgin oriface so lubricated and ready, with Faye's generous boobs swaying and her mouth open in lust so close to me, egging me on, I couldn't put up a fight anymore.

"Oh!" Faye gasped when she felt Spike slide in behind her, shivering. "Sp-Spike, d-don't go there, I'm a lady, I'm not open to that kind of action!"

"Ed seems pretty busy with your clam," he said in rich, bassy tones. It hadn't taken him long to be completely satisfied with the situation. Good for him, the horn dog. "Thought I'd take a stab at the back entrance."

"Stab someone else's back entrance!" she shouted. "Edward... can you let Spike take over?"

"Okay," she said sadly, shifting farther toward me - and I felt my head grinding right into her swollen clit. "Ah! Jet-Jet!"

"Sounds to me like you're getting better acquainted over there," Spike chuckled.

I grimaced. "Shut up, Spike-o."

"J-Jet!" Edward was gasping. "Are you really? Can Ed turn into a woman when you put the willy in her dilly?"

"AAHH!"

That was Faye; Spike hadn't wasted a second. That severely satisfied half-smile a broad gets when she's been penetrated crept into her features. It was all downhill from there.

"Jet-Jet," Edward was whispering. "They're... it goes in so far... will you be going that far into Edward?"

I couldn't reply. I couldn't do anything but watch this scene unfolding before me, feel the young girl smashing her soaked cunt all over my raging erection. Faye raised a shaking hand and jerked my underwear down around my knees, shooting me a brief, snarky grin before Spike did something to wipe it from her features. Cursing my luck, I stood to slide them the rest of the way off and toss them aside - and felt Faye's hand on me, this time gripping firmly. "Hmmh!"

"So huge," she was uttering as her index fingertip slid over the very tip, over Ed's juices on it, fluttering her eyelashes up at me. "Ed will love it. Maybe, some other time I- AAHHH, I told you to stay out of that!"

I shrugged resignedly as I returned to the couch, kneeling lower this time to give myself better access for the nasty thing I was about to perpetrate.

"Ed is ready," she breathed, playing with herself, opening it with two fingers as she pinched her own hardened nipple with the other hand. But when I slid back and put my face into her, when she felt my mouth suction to her clit, she screamed, "ED IS NOT READY!"

"Are you okay, Ed?" Faye moaned with so much heat I almost came from hearing it.

"Y-yes," she said slowly, writhing beneath us, legs encircling my back as I tasted her. She was completely drenched, it was awful... and delicious. "Ed w-want... wants Jet-Jet..."

Scarcely believing my own actions, I resumed my position, grabbed her hips, and began to press myself into her. It was slow going; I spent a lot of time contenting myself with rubbing along her twat, feeling her outside me. There was no rush, really. I kneaded her tight ass with both hands as I did so, loosening her up, readying her for what was about to happen. Then, saying a silent prayer to the gods for forgiveness, I went in.

"AIIYAAH!" she shouted, bucking. "It's so b-big, it feels like- Jet-person is gargantuan!"

"Hear that, Jet?" Spike laughed as he slowly pushed his way in and out of Faye, drawing everything out longer. "You're gargantuan. Isn't that some kind of monkey?"

"That's an orangutAAAAAHhn!" Faye corrected, elbows buckling as she struggled to stay upright and not fall onto Ed.

"Ow, wait," Ed was whispering. "OWOWOWOW HEEEEEELP!"

"Sorry," I choked out, feeling the beginning of tears forming. "But, uhh... it'll feel better in a minute, Ed!"

"Poor thing," Faye managed to tell me as she was being pounded from the back. "F- forgot she's losing her virginity for a m- a minute."

"It hurts it hurts it hurts!" Ed cried from beneath Faye. "Ed doesn't like this anymore, Ed wants to go back to her room!"

"Okay, Ed," I promised desperately, beginning to slide out of her. "You can go, hang on-"

"Don't do that!" This time, the hiss held a hint of desire again. "It's... the pain is gone now... Edward is... oh, Jet-Jet, Edward loves you..."

Blinking, I leaned back to stare at her face again, and saw she wasn't kidding; she really looked like she wanted nothing more in the whole damn world than to be with me at that moment. "You sure? 'Cause two seconds ago you w-"

"Edward is okay," she sobbed, nodding and smiling, those rosy little cheeks bunched up. "Jet-person should... be with Ed-person. Like this, now."

It was too much to believe; she not only had gotten over it so fast, but now she seemed to more understand what was really going on. Before, we were screwing around and playing a stupid game, but now it had clicked, and she still wanted more. Wanted to finish what we started. Me. What was this, exactly? Biting into my bottom lip to brace myself, I slid fully into her again.

"UHHNNHH!" she moaned, butt muscles flexing under my hands. "Jet-Jet!"

"Ooh," Faye intoned as she swayed, head dipping down. "You guys... it's so hot... how is it so hot?"

"Because it's her first time," Spike managed to say; I noticed his head was actually leaning to one side, straining to see what we were doing. What was that he was saying about not wanting to do kids? "Yeah, kinda does make it... mmmmh..."

"Ed," I sighed as I drew back, then assaulted her again, earning a fresh outcry; she was still in agony and I knew it. But the pleasure was slowly beginning to drown out the pain, so she pushed herself farther back toward me, holding me farther inside and for longer at a time. When I glanced down at what I was doing, at the way her fluffy, pristine lips were stretched to their limit around my girth, I saw one of her hands clumsily playing with her clit, unable to do much with all the sensation and movement.

"SPIKE! I said get out of- Oh! OHHHH, OW, AHHHH, NOOO!"

"Yes."

"Get out!" she whimpered, lip shaking as she tried to crane her neck behind and failed. "That is against m-my rules, okay?!"

"Don't bitch so much," he ordered dismissively. "I spat on it first, and it's only a thumb. Barely anything."

"B-but I've never- NNNHHH! Seriously, I know you think I'm some sick slut but I've never done that before!" By the end of it she was screaming frantically, trembling, scared.

"I never said you were. But this isn't sick... and I can tell you'll like it. Loosen up."

"Jet, help me!" she begged, pushing up with great effort to clutch my shoulders, pulling my torso slightly in. "It's too much, I can't take all that!"

"Faye..." I looked at the tears in her eyes, the panic and fear and uncertainty, and my brain automatically told me what I was supposed to do. When I leaned in, her breath caught, but she did not fight me, only clung tighter to my shoulders, swallowed hard, sniffled. And then my lips were on hers, hot breath from her nostrils gliding along my face...

"Jet," she whispered briefly before kissing me again with more force, arms locking behind my neck as I relentlessly pounded Edward down below. When she spasmed against me, I knew Spike was still sodomizing her against her will, but she gave no voice to it as she embraced with me, shifting us oddly from Spike's thrusts. Matching mine and Edward's rhythm to theirs, I continued in my actions, fucking one girl and kissing another. What had my life turned into these days? But Edward was tight and sating, and Faye's mouth was sweet. Her mounds bumped into my chest with each thrust. It would be easy to get used to.

"Edward is- Edward is filling up!" she moaned from somewhere around Faye's stomach; I felt her feet slap on top of mine as she readjusted her position. "It's going to happen, the big jolt from before!"

"AAAAH!" Faye cried as she released my mouth, hugging me to her. "Spike, no, don't put it so far in there!"

"But you do still want it in your ass," he said darkly.

It took her a moment to force herself to reply. "Yeah, just not so far! AHHH! That's n-not so terrible, tha- thank you!"

"Anytime, dollface."

I gulped. "Faye, Edward... Spike... I think that time has come around again. You-"

"YES!" Edward replied first, writhing beneath me, clenching me with her amazing muscles. What did she do all day while we were drifting through space to remain so athletic? "Put that sticky milk into Ed's self!"

"Spike!" Faye screamed, clinging to me as if I were a railing keeping her from falling to her death. "Harder, faster, Spike!"

"You really like my 'swordfish', don't you?"

Her cheeks burned from embarrassment as she panted. "I'll let that one slide if you go faster! And... and please, d-don't make me cum with that in my ass, I c-can't, I won't!"

"Sorry," he told her flatly. "But you're going to."

"Ahh!" For a moment, she started to cry again, but then she took a deep breath and looked up at me. "That's okay! J-Jet will m-make me feel better! Make me feel better, Jet!"

"Make Ed feel better, too!" Edward chimed in, rocking her hips with me. "Please, Jet-person!"

Helpless against their power, I did just those things. Feverishly, Faye attacked my mouth while I breathed my life into her, relishing her nipples stabbing mine. My hands easily encircled Edward's trim waist as I redoubled my attack on her, splitting her apart; and she loved it, calling out my name and flailing; from the way her elbows were bent, I'd say she was playing with her chest again. Good for her. Her toes curled around mine as she struggled to hang on, and somehow the impromptu game of footsie only made me want this more, made me more ready to finish this way. Faye's tongue was trying to ensnare mine when she dropped one of her hands from my neck to play with her sensitive tits again, squeezing and pinching and clawing.

"PAPAAAAA!!!"

Edward was the first to finish; we all heard it, loud and clear, unmistakeable. And she had called me what she had that one time before, when we were undercover. Why? The deathgrip her toes had on mine was startling; how did she learn to use those like that? Running around with no shoes all the time probably factored in - but I couldn't concentrate on any of that. In such a short time, I was ready to cum again, cum inside this young thing with no clue of the ways of the world.

"Spike! Jet! Fuck me harder, Spike - kiss me, Jet, love me!"

LOVE her? What did she mean by that? But when I kissed her this time, I felt it - her desire, her passion. Her nearness. Abandoning all restraint, I drove myself deeper and deeper into Edward as I devoured Faye, and in no time, I felt it release.

"HNNNGGH!"

"AAAAAHAH!" Faye screamed out when she felt my reactions to my orgasm - and released her own, shivering against me, arching her back, neck elongated. I'd never noticed how beautiful her neck was before, kind of like an old Greek statue or something. As I had the opportunity, I licked it, and she twitched anew. Such a delectable tart...

Looking over her shoulder, I saw Spike had also finished up, taking long, slow breaths to calm his heart rate. We were done here... but it felt like just the beginning. Could the crew of the Bebop even continue to function after something like this?

Yeah. I mean, it'd be weird, but I knew we'd get past it. Obviously.

"Edward... get up, Edward, I... Auntie Faye needs to sit..."

Slowly, painstakingly, we removed our various appendages from various places, and managed to sit side-by-side on the couch, Ed just being thin enough to squeeze four into a three-seater. All of us were naked and sweaty.

"Spike," Faye gusted, "do you... have any cigarettes with you? Because I could use six or seven right now..."

He made a face. "Dammit. I only had three left... and I suppose Jet wants one, too. Eh, Jet?"

"You called it - but hang on, I got my brand here someplace..."

"Ed will go get everyone some water," she panted happily, grinning despite how much energy she'd expended. Odds were she had plenty left; that kid is like a fusion reactor. And up she popped, picking up the empty bottle and finding another on my desk, running to the lavatory as I grabbed my cigarettes from the table.

While she was in there and Spike was digging through his clothes for his own smokes, Faye stretched her foot forward and used a toe to shut off the porn. I had the notion she wanted to try heading off any further exploration today. Then, unexpectedly, her hand found my hip and dragged me into the center of the couch with her. Once there, I felt her fingers lace into mine. What was she trying to say? But when I turned questioning eyes to her, she shook her head, smiling a tired, elated smile. Casting a nervous glance over her shoulder at Spike's back, she left a quick peck on my cheek before laying back again. That felt nice. SHE'S nice. When she wants to be.

"Edward found this, too!" she declared, hoisting a bottle of fine Earth bourbon I'd had stashed for a couple years. Damn nosy brat... "We can drink it?"

"NO," Faye told her sternly. "WE can drink it; you stick to water. I'll get the glasses."

And now I was alone with this kid whose honor I had just perforated. Great. But Edward slid her narrow butt into the very edge of the couch, leaning her naked form against mine with a huge grin, and for a fraction of a second I didn't feel so guilty about it. "Jet and Edward are married now."

"Wh-WHAT?! What's that supposed to mean?"

"This is the Marriage Dance! The net says so - that doing these things makes you the husband-person and wife-person! Isn't Jet-Jet Edward's wife now?"

Spike laughed aloud, clear and derisive, taking his place on the couch with the pack of cigarettes and lighter he'd turned up at last. "That's right, Ed."

"SPIKE!"

"Knock it off, everybody," Faye snickered as she squeezed in between the men-folk, holding out two glasses to either side as she rested the third in her lap, cushioned against her violet-black landing strip. I pried the bourbon out of Ed's grip and poured as she continued, "The poor guy had his 'private time' interrupted AND was tricked into committing statutory, so I'd say we owe him a touch of kindness."

"Edward wants to have a cigarette, too," she said firmly. "Because 'it's the best after a good roll in the hay'."

"Where'd you learn that?" Spike asked.

"On TV."

Sighing, I handed her one and the lighter. "Knock yourself out, kid. Just don't complain when you start hacking up a lung." I caught Faye's disapproving glare, and snapped, "Oh, what?! Because it's really any worse than 'Let Auntie Faye show you how to-'"

"Nevermind, nevermind. Cheers, boys - and tomboys. Here's to the Bebop."

And there we all sat on my supposedly-private couch, completely in the raw, swilling down bourbon and/or water and puffing up a storm, contemplating what we'd just done. Both Faye and Ed were leaning into me slightly, sticky flesh on mine, and I liked that. Maybe this would make us a closer-knit crew, too; I wouldn't sneeze at some beneficial side effects. But either way, we'd had a hell of a lot of fun, and I was completely ready for the next time we repeated this "mistake".

Except for the fact that both Faye and Spike knew I'd banged poor little Edward. Crap - now I bet they'd be holding that against me for the rest of my life, calling in all kinds of favors on threat of ratting me out to friends and authorities. What a thing to look forward to.

"EUCK!" Edward coughed, holding the smoldering tube at arm's length. "Edward does not like these - does Spi-Spi's taste any better?"

Motherfucking door locks.


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