Poke Futa

by Jokiba

Random futa Pokemon skits

6. Empty nest

Empty Nest

ThatLewdWriter

Summary:

Ash is leaving on his Pokemon adventure with Serena, leaving both of their parents with a strong case of empty nest syndrome. Grace and Delia are struck by just how much they miss their kids, and there's only one solution to that - make more kids. It just so happens that Ash has the odd ability to collect girls on his travels, leaving many empty households with lonely single mothers and guardians - people whom Delia is happy to support.

Chapter 1: Grace - Longing Mother

Chapter Text

"I can't believe they're gone," Delia bemoaned, sounding extremely off-put.

"I know," Grace agreed, a similar tone of longing in her voice. She seemed just as put-out, her chin flopping down into her hand.

"Off, without us," Delia continued, more to herself than anyone else - but Grace knew the situation just as well as she, and was of the same mind.

"And we'll be alone while they go off and have their journey." Grace sighed. "While ours are done..."

Delia knew it was an inevitability from the get-go, and she didn't have any actual issues with it - she knew even when Ash was young that he would be off on a Pokemon adventure, and she'd have to say her goodbyes as he made his way through the world. It was an entirely good thing, too, but her motherly instincts didn't like the idea of parting with her child - it felt like he'd grown up so fast, and all the old adages of motherhood and parting came to mind as she sighed. They'd only been gone for a day, and somehow, Delia already felt a longing for his return.

Grace was the same with Serena, of course, and even more vocal in her sadness than Delia was. It was regretful for the both of them, but their shared company was enough to take the edge off the sadness they felt at their children's parting. Both of their children had hit it off remarkably well, and had been together with one another since - to an extent that it made Delia's heart swoon at how close they were. It did, however, fill both mothers with a strange mix of emotions - while they were glad that the two were getting so close and that they wanted t adventure together, it did mean that they spend an inordinate amount of time with one another, leaving both mothers alone and isolated.

Delia still remembered the first time they'd all met: Serena a polite and pretty teen, a scant few months younger than her Ash. The two had met previously at Professor Oak's Pokemon Camp, and it was only after that they'd all met together in person properly. The two children gushed and went out playing pretend Pokemon trainers, while Grace and Delia had tried to get to know one another. Delia was instantly delighted, because Grace was quite the beauty, with her well-done makeup, short brown hair, and a killer finger wrapped up in a tight shirt blouse and jeans.

They had never actually done anything in the brief time they'd known each other, however. Delia hadn't done very much with girls since she'd taken on a more motherly approach to things, and with Ash as her priority, sleeping around didn't seem like a good idea anymore. That, and she didn't want to get back into the ways of her younger self, who'd been more than happy to sleep with pretty girls if she was able. Grace seemed like much the same, though the topic had never really been broached by either of them; Grace had been a celebrity, however, and Delia doubted that she 'got around' for risk of causing scandals. Still, was always a delight to talk with a beautiful woman, and with Grace being a rather famed Rhyhorn rider, simply being able to spend time with a celebrity was fun.

As the months of the camp passed and their two children began to go through more formal Pokemon training, they got even closer. It was quite touching, really, what with how sweet the two were for one another. It didn't go unnoticed by their parents, who watched the not-so-subtle changes in their interactions with amusement and interest. It was sweet, really, to see them get so close, and it was really no surprise, since they were both teens of the age where they would naturally be interested in one another.

Their kids didn't realize that they knew, however; they thought they were subtle in their little crushes, but the two mothers knew very well how things were between them - it was hard to keep a secret from motherly instincts, after all. The two spent lots of time together, and therefore so did the mothers, becoming better and better acquainted as time went on. Even when Serena and Ash's relationship got a little more frisky the mothers knew about it, despite their attempts at hiding it; but at no point did they let on that they knew, though, and both of them approved of their relationship.

Honestly, the time they all spent together seemed like a very short amount of time, all told. It was only a few months, but half a year of their Pokemon training camp, yet it felt like a few scant weeks - and more so, to the both of them, it felt like only a couple of years since they'd both been little six-year-olds playing pretend Trainer out in the low grass. Their minds were playing tricks on them and condensing things down in that maternal way, and that was a difficult thing for them both to break. And, with Ash and Serena taking so much time to themselves, Grace and Delia were left to their own devices - namely, one another.

It wasn't hard to find comfort in each other's company. Much as Ash and Serena had hit it off, so to did Grace and Delia - Delia was a rather smooth talker with women, and it certainly helped that they were both extremely attractive, with looks that could put some youngsters to shame. They were both in their primes, really, and while the adventuring life had never really found root as it did in their children, they weren't passive. They enjoyed one another more than enough to spend their alone time together, which grew increasingly frequent as their kids spent their time out and about.

Soon enough time their time all together had drawn to a close, as it was meant to from the start. Both kids were set on starting their Pokemon adventure, and both mothers had been more and more put-off by the impending departure date. They put on their smiles and their happy dispositions for their children, wishing them well and handing them gifts like new running shoes and sets of pokeballs. Not only was it going to be the start of their lives as Pokemon Trainers and adventurers, but of a relationship between the two; or so the mothers guessed, as their kids were ever tight-lipped about the subject.

Their departure didn't do well for them, and just a day later, the two felt the loneliness deep in their bones. It was a textbook case of empty nest syndrome that the parents of so many trainers felt, only it was, perhaps, more keenly for them, in their single relationship status. The first solution to their problem was easy enough, and Delia and Grace had soon piled into the same house together, intending to soothe their sudden loneliness with one another's company. Grace, being the experienced rancher and rider she was, had a few fingers worth of whiskey on hand for both of them, allowing for a tiny amount of reprieve.

But not by much, to Delia's regret.

She sighed again. "Yes, it's… Ah. It's only been a day, and I feel so - so - empty. It's odd. It's odd, right?"

"Yeah, and I feel the exact same." Grace pouted and set a hand on her chin, leaning into her arm contemplatively. The motion made her navy shirt stretched around her impressive chest line, and allowed the side of her breast to push into her forearm in a rather pleasing way to Delia's eyes. While Delia would hesitate to admit she was staring, Grace was an absolute babe for her age - a veritable 'mother she'd like to fuck.' "And it's not going to just be one day - this is the start of… months? Years? Who knows how long they'll be away?"

"The house is going to feel so empty with Ash gone," Delia bemoaned. "I mean, it already does, but - "

"-Yeah, I know." Grace nodded a few times, her short fringes of chestnut hair bobbing. She drained her second glass of brown liquid in one go, thoroughly impressing Delia. "We've got one another for company, of course, but, well -"

"-It's not the same as our kids?"

"-Yes, that's about right." Grace puffed out a breath. "Gosh, this is silly. I'm too old for this."

"Hardly," Delia snorted. "We're both young, really. We've got so much more we could do, but we're just - you know, hung up on this."

Grace's lips pulled down. "Yes, but -" She stopped and sighed. "Ah, well. At least the two of them are going to be having the times of their lives with their Pokemon, and each other."

At that, Delia's lips pulled upward. "Yes, at least they'll be content. I do wonder if the two of them know that we know what they've been up to."

"Definitely not," Grace retorted, a bit of mirth inflecting itself into her tone. "Serena's far too oblivious to such things."

"Oh, Ash is no better at all," Delia assured with a small titter. "It's funny that they even got together."

"Nice, though," Grace agreed. "Very nice. Makes me think on how things used to be."

"...It does, doesn't it?" Delia mused. "Hm… Young love is quite the thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Grace's plump lips curved into a wry sort of smile, somewhat hesitant and a bit distant. "It's funny, because I never expected to take to being a mother quite so readily, and now here I am, pining over my daughter."

"Oh?" Delia raised an auburn eyebrow. "The wild sort, were you?"

Grace shrugged with amusement. "I was a Rhyhorn racer - I was focused on that more than raising a family. And, you know, the fun that came with it."

"I can't blame you," Delia chuckled. "...I imagine you wouldn't go back to that, though -"

"Oh, definitely not," Grace snorted. "But… maybe I should get back into Rhyhorn racing, for the distraction."

"A distraction sounds good right about now," Delia agreed, her eyes flicking over to Grace's womanly form. "Perhaps you could, ah, show me how to ride one, sometime? Give me a personal lesson with the famous racer?"

Grace laughed. "Of course! It would be my pleasure."

The conversation died down for a brief moment, with Delia's angle of conversation burning out as her mind lingered on the empty nest feeling inside her. It seemed to be affecting Grace as well, who gnawed on her plump lower lip anxiously. It seemed like it should have been a comical thing for the two of them to be in such a state over such a normal process in the Pokemon world, and yet, neither could shift the feeling - not with company, or talk, or even the little bit of whiskey they'd had.

Though that little bit sooner turned into a bit more as Grace downed another tumbler, and then offered some more to Delia who, despite knowing her own limits with drink, gladly took it. She'd always enjoyed a drink with a hottie back in the day, which, when she mused, wasn't so different from then and there - though it would typically involve stumbling back into the girl's room afterward, which didn't seem that plausible here. As she mused on her past encounters, thoughts of the ensuing baby-making sex filled her mind - which inevitably made it turn toward Ash, and her lack thereof.

Sighing, Delia flopped back, a hand running through her auburn hair. "This feeling is impossible to shift, isn't it?"

"Definitely," Grace sighed, puffing out her cheek. "This is going to sound silly, but I feel as if I should have just had more children to begin with, to prevent this feeling."

Delia raised her eyebrows. "More kids to give yourself company?"

"...That's silly, isn't it?" Grace laughed nervously to herself, and then gestured to her significantly more empty glass. "Geez, I shouldn't have had so much to drink. Now I'm just talking silly."

"It's not that silly," Delia mused, humming in thought. "More children would get rid of this rather loathsome feeling, I think."

"Yeah?" Grace smiled, and let out a breath. "I can - I can get rid of this empty nest feeling by just having more kids. "It's… a very attractive thought, the more I think about it."

Delia nodded, but sighed all the same. "Too bad it's a little late for that, now."

"Is it?"

"Well, I've certainly had no other kids," Delia laughed. "At least, not that I can find, and I don't exactly have anyone around anymore, so…"

"Exactly," Grace said, her eyes coming alight. "We're alone, and we don't have any partners."

Delia looked at Grace intently, her tongue running over her lips carefully. "That's true."

"So… why don't we solve the issue ourselves?" Grace said eagerly, her pupils getting wider. "It's just us, together, and we're both lonely without our kids, so -"

"-We should make more of them to feel better," Delia finished, coming to the exact same conclusion. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea!"

"Isn't it?" Grace replied quickly, bouncing up in her seat. "I mean, it makes sense, right? We can solve the empty nest issue by just filling it up, me and you!"

"That'd work," Delia nodded happily. "Our children are leaving us alone and making us feel lonely, and they're certainly already having sex already, so - so we should just make more kids to make ourselves feel better."

"It's the perfect solution," Grace agreed, flashing her gorgeous, celebrity smile at Delia. "I mean, it's a bit odd, but if we're going to be alone for so long…"

"It is a bit crazy," Delia said slowly, grinning just as wide as Grace, "but very, very appealing."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yes."

They tumbled into Grace's bedroom somewhat awkwardly; both of them were clumsy and rusty at lovemaking, as it had been some time for either of them. That wasn't a real deterrent to them, however, for the admittedly silly but incredibly attractive and arousing idea was enough to spur them onward. Delia had been particularly insistent, because it had been some time she'd slept with a woman, and she was, in part, a little jealous that their children were getting more action than the two of them. Another purely silly thought, but it was a night of silly things, and her lusts were at an all-time high at the idea of hot, baby-making sex with Grace.

She hastily tugged off Grace's shirt, peeling the clinging navy-blue fabric off her torso with swift motions. Her lips were down on the bared tracts of skin that had been kissed by days in the sun, and Grace groaned at the touch of her mouth. It had been as long for her as it had been for Delia, and so the stimulation, slight though it was, worked perfectly on her. She moved along with Delia's hands, helping her pull off her tight shirt while her mouth planted kisses up the long, lean expanse of her torso, her tongue sweeping through her navel in a shudder-inducing lick and her mouth planting itself on each taut line of skin.

Her shirt, once peeled off her body, was tossed aside, leaving only her bra-covered breasts. Delia didn't fail to note that they were quite a bit larger than her own - a cup size, maybe, and they looked positively delicious in the dark bra they were contained within. Her lips planted a trail of kisses as she worked her way up to those big, lush mounds, while Grace hastily worked at her lingerie, arms stretched back as she furiously snapped at the metal clasp keeping it in check. It popped free once Delia's mouth found her ribcage and, with swift, smooth motions, Grace unravelled her arms and flung her bra off to the side.

"Oh, my," Grace sighed the moment that Delia's mouth latched on to her nipple. The auburn-haired woman went straight for the gold, and pulled the rubbery protrusion between her lips in the way that she so often liked herself - or had, back in the day. Her other hand went up and caressed the underside of her plump breast, picking it up and hefting its weight in her hand gently, a tad nervously; this was, of course, Grace, her friend, and the awkwardness of the situation stopped her from going all-out too quickly.

They were moving more out of the heat of the moment than passion, and both were trying to get back into the swing of things, and the result was a little clumsy. Delia's teeth grazed a nipple a little too hard and made Grace yelp, while her fingers pushed into the expanse of her titflesh with a pinch of her nails; but Grace was eager, and she drank in the sudden display of affection like a woman dying of thirst. It had been long enough for her that even the light, fluttering kisses and suckles was enough for her, and she cooed as her hands wrapped around Delia's auburn hair.

"That's nice," Grace groaned, her shoulders rolling as Delia sucked at her tit. They were a mid-sized C-cup, or a bit larger, if Delia had to guess, and made for nice, plentiful handfuls with lots to squeeze and kiss. "Mmmm - Oh, that mouth. "

Delia smiled against her mouthful of titflesh, her lips hungrily moving up further and further. Her lips sank into the plush skin, dipping down as she kissed eagerly, her mouth leaving sloppy little marks wherever they touched. Her hands caressed Grace's other fleshy mound, bouncing it upward in her hand. She hefted its considerable weight from the underside, letting the skin dip in her palm, and sliding herself around the perfectly rounded curves with her long fingers. She squeezed it firmly, feeling the plush skin dip around her fingers, and tweaking her rubbery nipple with thumb.

Her mouth trailed higher, kissing over the slopes of her tits, and rising up to her clavicles. She sucked at the sensitive flesh there hard and quick, teasing it with the line of her hard teeth, suckling firmly enough to leave little marks on the skin. Her hands had let go of her breasts to sweep down the slender curves of Grace's sides, moving down over her hips and to the line of her tight jeans. Her lips kissed further up as she teased Grace's jeans, sweeping up the curve of her gorgeous neck and leaving little red marks in the shape of her lips as she kissed the sensitive flesh hard enough to make the woman moan.

"Can I?" Delia asked, her breath misting out against Grace's neck, and the woman nodded her head.

"Yes," she husked in return, her tongue running over her lips. "Gosh, yes."

Her hands were immediately at the fly of her jeans, hastily working at the metal zipper and the little button that kept them sealed. She was still kissing the underside of Grace's angular jawline as she tugged her jeans down over her ample hips, aided along by the brunette's eager side to side wiggles. She peeled them down her long, lean legs, dragging them down as best as she could while her lips remained latched on her neckline. It soon proved impossible to get them any lower in her standing, kissing position, but Grace did the rest of the work herself, peeling her pants down and kicking them off with her feet.

"I'd forgotten how good this feels," Grace husked a moment later, her hands around Delia's shoulders. She tugged her back with her, pulling her toward the bed with confidant motions. "You're so good with your lips, Delia."

"I'm good with more than just my mouth," Delia giggled, allowing herself to be tugged on.

Grace fell back against the bed, her ass bouncing down upon it, tugging Delia after her. With the same vigour that the auburn-haired girl had stripped her down, the brunette returned in kind, roughly tugging on her neat pink blouse and causing the buttons to pop before pulling off the yellow shirt beneath. Delia raised her arms to get the shirt off, giggling as it tangled with her ponytail of well-kept hair.

Unlike Grace, she only had a modest, clinging sports bra to cover her comparatively modest chest; and unlike herself, Grace didn't stop to play with them. She tugged Delia down further, coaxing her down with eager, yet tentative hands, pulling Delia down atop her. Her hands drifted lower, caressing Delia's smooth backside carefully and cautiously, as if unsure of how to properly feel up another person after so many years of just not doing so.

Delia was no less cautious in her approach, despite the eagerness with which she committed to kissing Grace's gorgeous, toned body - all of her action was spurred on by the feelings in her cock, which urged her onward to greater lengths out of desire; thinking with her dick had always been a tiny bit of a problem. Her hardness was already straining at her skirt, tenting it out rather obscenely and hanging down thickly. It pulsated with repressed need, but Delia wasn't sure how to properly proceed. Worshiping Grace's body was easy, but going that extra mile was not quite so simple.

Their lips finally met as Delia's kissing reached its crescendo. it was careful, tentative, and not quite with the same level of heady passion that Delia had shown moments before. It was like the contact of their lips was something different, and they responded accordingly, slowing their movements to a sweeter and more careful pace. Delia was a pretty good kisser, or so she liked to think of herself, and a part of her wanted to impress Grace. However, it had been some time since her kissing days, and her first attempts to get back into it were rather clumsy, all told - though Grace was little better.

Her hands roved down lower, down Delia's sides and toward her skirt, while their lips remained locked. It wasn't quite soft, but it was probing and careful, though their lips pushed together firmly. It got deeper gradually as their heads tilted and moved, lips sliding against one another like lewd puzzle pieces, fitting together smoothly. Delia didn't beg for entry into her mouth yet, but she suckled carefully on Grace's lower lip, pulling it between her lips as they kissed and suckling on the fleshy mass. Grace groaned into her mouth, her hands finally alighting on Delia's skirt and beginning to push it down.

When her hands bumped against the turgid length of Delia's cock, there was a brief pause; a moment of hesitation, where the kissing stopped and the unconscious undulations of their bodies ceased. They looked at one another for a long moment, panting hard, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. Grace's right hand drew circles on Delia's hip while the other cradled her cock, making the organ pulsate with sheer need.

It was Delia that spoke up first. "Is this - Is this okay?"

"I don't... know if this is the solution to our problems," Grace admitted moments later, biting her lip. "I mean, it feels like it, but -"

Delia ran her tongue over her freshly swollen lips, her desire thrumming through her hard. "We don't have to -"

"I mean - damn." Grace's voice came out in a husky growl that made Delia's cock throb painfully hard. "It might not be the practical solution, but it's been forever since I've been with someone, and I want out of this dry spell as much as I want a kid back."

She tugged at Delia's skirt with a sudden fit of passion, and Delia was far too horny to resist. "So let's get to making babies, gorgeous."

Delia laughed throatily, her desire rising up hard. "Now that's what I want to hear."

Her cock didn't need much help to be freed, and her skirt was left discarded like the rest of their clothes. Grace's panties were still an issue, but the brunette had a handle on those, too - she dragged them to the side, revealing her surprisingly wet pussy lips, while her other hand kept a firm grasp on Delia's cock. The touch of her hand was enough to make the auburn-haired woman groan with delight, for even the simple feeling of a hand was enough to make her swollen cock pulsate with satisfaction. Grace aligned the cock with her lower entrance as Delia settled down over her, aligning her paler, less fit body with Grace's taut and sun-kissed form.

"Just - Just be gentle," Grace groaned, "It's been some time for me."

"Me too," Delia sighed through her teeth, feeling the crown of her hard dick rub against Grace's spongy lower folds. "We'll relearn this together."

Delia pushed down, guided into Grace's tight cunt by the hand on her cock and the other on her waist. Grace hissed as her cockhead pushed into her spongey outer lips, the bulbous head grinding up against the squishy mass. It made them both groan a little louder, the feeling of it foreign to them after so long, and each of them took pleasure in it. The warm heat of Grace's snatch was immense, bathing Delia's sensitive head in a pleasurable haze that sent her cock trembles and a shiver running up her spine.

Her cock pushed through the outer lips that squished wetly around her encroaching cock, and a heady sigh left Delia's lips. The inward push of her cock was slow, her angle not quite accurate enough for a proper entry, and her dickhead clumsily slipped off as it failed to find purchase against her inner hole. Delia groaned as her cock slid down, which was mirrored by Grace's hot, heavy moan. Her hand was quick to readjust, angling Delia's fat shaft upward, guiding her smoothly into her core and holding fast in lewd guidance.

" Damn, " Delia groaned as her ruddy-tipped cock finally pushed into Grace's velvet warmth, guided inside by her tight hand. It was hot and tight, despite being the first little inch of her pussy, and it was just a promise of more to come.

"O-oh, god, yes, " Grace moaned, her cheeks flushing through with colour as Delia's cock began to fill out her inner warmth. A hot, heavy breath left her lips as she groaned a bit louder, her hips rolling around the first inch of hard dick, creating a rubbing friction that thrilled Delia.

Delia drove herself inside with a downward push of her hips, trying to fit more of her cock inside as smoothly as she could manage in spite of her years of inactivity. Grace's hand remained clamped around her cock, feeding the dick into her sopping warmth just as eagerly as Delia was moving, her hand periodically getting tighter and tighter as the sensation wafting through her body made her tense up. Inch after inch filled out her cunt as the turgid girldick pushed on through, sliding into textured pink walls and struggling to force them apart. Grace was tight, and her inner walls thick and clinging; it took some effort for Delia to push them aside, and was lucky that her cock was both broad and dense to serve as a battering ram.

She grunted with each inch that she was able to push inside Grace's warm pussy, feeling her cock sing at the pleasure of being so tightly wrapped up in pink flesh. They groaned in unison as Grace was filled up with hard dick, her tight snatch rippling as it was stretched out for the first time in recent memory, and by a truly impressive cock, nonetheless. The pleasure of being buried inside such a tight and perfect pussy was immense for Delia, who eagerly pushed herself in deeper, seeking more of that velvety contact around her iron-hard rod of dickmeat.

Bottoming herself out just wasn't a feasible thing to go for, however, not with their mutual inexperience. She had to stop after only pushing a third of her long, dense cock inside, her dick pulsating as the vice-like tightness of Grace's pussy became too much for her forward pushing; her hips faltered and stopped, a groan leaving her lips. Grace was in the same state, her face tight as she tried to cope with the big dick a third of the way inside her, her hand nice and tight around the hard dickmeat. Soon Delia was tugging herself out, extracting her cock at the same slow pace that she had pushed herself inside, feeling the inner walls bend and tug at her bulbous dickhead.

"You're so hard," Grace groaned, biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes squeezed down just a bit, almost in time with the clamping of her fingers.

Delia grinned. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yes. "

She pulled her hips further back, drawing out the length of her broad slab of dickmeat out between her spongey outer lips. Her hips rolled clumsily as she tried to pull herself out of the grasping embrace, her motions a tad jerkier than she would have liked, but soon only her bulbous head was caressed by her wet pussy. She groaned as she started to drive herself right back inside, the pause between her exit and entry only a heartbeat long. The cunt accepted her just as before, wetness gushing out under her approach, the thick shaft pushing through the tightly gripping walls with a bit more vigour. Grace moaned sultrily, hand tight around the dick that she was trying to feed into her sopping slit.

Her thighs were wide around Delia's hips, her calves bent downward and feet hanging over the edge of the bed. It gave Delia plenty of room to maneuver her hips, though getting into the actual motion of it wasn't easy. It was as if trying to relearn how to ride a bike, and getting into the old acts and motions wasn't easy - but Delia was intent on trying. She rolled her hips and her stomach flexed, sinking her cock deeper on each clumsy thrust, her repetitions lacking in accuracy but making up for it with eagerness. Grace's cunt squished wetly as the cock jammed tightly into her core, shifting her tight walls through the dint of her girth with difficulty.

"Oh, yes, Delia," Grace sighed, biting her lip.

Delia's hands grabbed at Grace's hips as she withdrew her cock again and again, using the handholds of Grace's body to steady herself. Her hips descended with rolling thrusts, jamming her cock in as deeply as she could manage on each go, seeking to go further each time. Her motion was a bit clumsy, and with Grace's rolling and bucking hips, her thrusts were hardly straight as an arrow - her cockhead was sent bumping into inner walls, distending them outward as she drove into them at awkward angles, and the rest of her dense cock bounced against pink flesh before she was able to right herself.

It only heightened both of their pleasure, for any amount of stimulation was enough for the both of them in their current state. Her lack of accuracy worked out well as she slammed into sensitive spots and nerves, making the cunt around her spasm with need and cause Grace to moan out contentedly. Delia breathed in hard and quick as she slammed down, more than half of her cock sliding into the sodden channel, her cock working in and out at awkward, cyclic angles as she tried to match the rolling of both their hips. Her hands roved up higher along Grace's body as she felt her up, eyes ravenously travelling over the former rider's gorgeous body.

" Ungh - this feels so damn good, " Delia sighed, leaning over Grace.

The muscles under Grace's sun-kissed skin flexed subtly, showing off how athletic she had been in her younger years, and how little that had faded over time. Each jab into her cunt made her stomach tense up and her shoulders quiver, her sizable bust wobbling as the increasingly heavier force of Delia's thrusts rocked through her. Delia's hands were soon roving over the curves her eyes so greedily examined, fluttering over her taut, yet smooth, abdomen, and up around her torso. She grabbed hold of her fat breasts as she thrust, rolling her palms over stiff nipples and holding fast; she squeezed down on them as her hips came pounding forward, her almost full embedded in her tight snatch, with Grace's hand finally forced out of the way to make room for her hips.

"I'd - I'd forgotten how amazing this feels," Grace agreed, hands sliding over Delia's backside. They trailed up and down idly, stroking at her creamy skin, caressing her sides and massaging her shoulder blades. On deep thrusts her hands squeezed at Delia's plump ass, tugging her in deeper, almost happy when her cock brushed against her deepest spots. Her thighs hugged her hips and her calves bounced around her legs as Delia hammered into her, the missionary position offering her a great deal of leeway, but still leaving that need for a bit more.

Delia squeezed her breasts while her hips hammered down, nailing Grace's cunt with increasing intensity. She was gradually getting a hang of the old motions, relearning how to properly move and buck her hips, meeting Grace's rolling pelvis with harder downward jabs of her own. She pounded into her cunt with force, jamming Grace full of hard dickmeat until there was no space left in her pussy that wasn't filled with her cock; it was a constant, forward pounding, her hips mashing down tight against the athletic older woman, her cock delving into her tight cunt with quick, clumsy thrusts.

She didn't withdraw the full length of her cock on her thrusts, rather using sections at a time, driving down a third of her dickmeat through the silken channel before extracting it and going again. She was rather large and maneuvering wasn't so simple, but she made do. Her girldick slammed into Grace's aching slit as their hips rolled in unison, the cunt squelching around her fat slab of cockmeat as it shifted and squirmed. The walls rippled as they greedily took in every inch that was driven inside and, though Delia wasn't using her full length just yet, it seemed to be enough for two women out of the game.

The same went for their stamina, however - their inexperience meant that they didn't have the ability to maintain their sexual bout for long, especially for Delia. She could already feel the tell-tale ache in her swollen balls and a desire to cum, with the very potent words of let's make babies together hot and heavy in her mind. Her cock had already swollen up, filling out beyond its normal size until it was a veritable log of dickmeat sheathed within Grace's tight, clamping cunt, each thrust spreading her nice and wide. Her groans got deeper, her breath puffing out of her mouth as her strokes grew deep and pronounced, the shallow beat of her hips clapping down against Grace's core.

"I'm close," Delia warned, groaning and grunting as she worked herself through her tight cunt. Her pace didn't slow despite her mounting orgasmic release, and her pace only got harder. "Really close."

Grace grinned, her pleasure writ large across her pretty features. She grabbed Delia's face, tugging her down toward her. "Then fill me up so we can get to filling this empty next, Delia."

"With pleasure," she responded, grunting fiercely. She only managed a few more clumsy thrusts, seeking to bury her cock in as far as she could physically manage. She hit rubbery walls and bounced off tender pink flesh in her reckless movements, before her cock finally slammed into the hilt. Her cum-swollen balls pressed against her lower lips, grinding down against them and drawing slutty whimpers from Grace's plump lips. Her cock engorged and swelled up, balls thrumming with need, and Delia's face grew tight.

They both cried out in bliss at the same moment, for Delia's own orgasmic release triggered Grace's, just like clockwork. Her cum went surging through her meaty pipe in thick rivulets, with what felt like years worth of pent-up seed releasing itself into the warm embrace of Grace's pussy all in that single moment. It was beyond possibility, but as Delia unloaded load after load of cum, her dick pumping and pulsating with each throb of her plentiful balls, it certainly felt like it. Baby-batter came sweeping out with surprising force to hose down the other older mother's womb, and the bliss of cumming was enough to make Delia's mind teeter over the edge.

All that hot cum was rushing through Grace's spasming snatch, while the woman herself moaned in ecstatic bliss. Her hips rolled with jerky motions as her orgasm washed through her, uncaring - or, perhaps, extremely content with - the cum pouring inside her fertile pussy. Pink walls were slathered over in white, the clinging, viscous substance clinging to her folds with tenacity as they lathered over every single inch in reach. Her womb was given the most preferential treatment, with Delia's heavy load of thick baby-batter pouring straight into the baby-making cove like a flood - string after string of warm, gooey cum, sloshing inside and claiming it thoroughly.

"Yes!" They groaned, and Delia wasn't even sure who had spoken at that moment.

Grace cried out harder and louder, tugging Delia down to crash their lips together in a messy, clumsy kiss. They suckled at lips and cheeks, tongues messily pushing together and wrapping around one another in a way that was far lewder than it was passionate. It was a fitful display that well suited the fact that they were engaged in intoxicating, baby-making sex, and it was like nothing else mattered at that moment but that. It went on, and on, and on, with Delia pouring out every last drop of cum contained in her fat balls inside Grace's womb as if it belonged there.

Delia kept herself firmly impaled for many long moments, uncaring of the very real possibility that she'd just planted a child in Grace's womb - and the possibility was very real, given the size of the load she'd just unleashed. She grunted and jerked her hips a few final times as her cock pulsated and dribbled out a few last drops, her body shaking as the orgasmic bliss of the moment overwhelmed her; overwhelmed them both, really. It was the kind of intoxicating intensity that would have left two people tired, sweaty, and satisfied, but not Delia. She felt invigorated and eager, her body rearing at the ability to get back into proper sex.

It seemed like Grace was, too.

"That was amazing, " Grace purred, a light burning in her eyes. She had hold of Delia's face with her hands, her palms cupping her chin, and the intensity of her gaze was enough for Delia to shiver with lust. " So good."

"Yes, it was," Delia agreed, her voice low and husky. She pressed a quick kiss to the gorgeous mother's lips, relishing the feel of her mature body against her own, and made a noise.

"I know that kids are known to go at it like rabbits," Grace drawled moments later, running her tongue over her freshly-kissed lip, "and that our kids almost certainly are… but do people our age still have it in us?"

Delia gave her a lopsided grin. "Want to find out?"

"Definitely." Grace winked. "Plus, we need to make sure the kid takes, no?"

--

As it turned out, two gorgeous milfs did have it in them to fuck. They had a lot in them, in fact, and as the years of inexperience melted away and the rigors of sex were cemented in their bodies, they went at it hard. They didn't get adventurous yet, but things got hot and heavy remarkably quickly, and Delia was in love - with the situation at hand, with Grace and her body, all of it. It soon became less of lovemaking and far more fucking; more primal, more like two hormonal teens working off their lusts, though the two were mature mothers.

"Fuck!" Grace groaned, actively thrusting her body backward onto Delia's rapidly approaching shaft. "Yes! You're so deep -"

Delia had Grace on her hands and knees, her body rocking against Delia's cock. It was a lewd position and not suited for gentle lovemaking, but there was nothing gentle about the way they threw themselves into their fucking - it was babymaking sex of the most primal sort, and both loved it. Their inhibitions were running low, and not out of alcohol or lamentation after their kids, but out of pure lust. As Delia's cock slammed into her cunt the mother pushed back and greedily accepted the hard thrusts, her considerable mass of well-toned assflesh clapping against her pelvis. Her cunt squelched and rippled, previously deposited cum and girl juices slurping free of the tight channel as it was reamed out, flying out onto the bedding below.

"Enjoying yourself, Grace?" Delia husked, her voice teasing and lilting. Her hand delivered a resounding slap to the woman's backside, causing her hips to jump and twitch, and her assflesh to ripple outward.

"Goodness yes, I am," Grace replied, tossing her head back and blowing a few strands of brown hair out of her ravenous eyes. She looked back at Delia's bouncing breasts, tongue running over her lips, before another groan ripped through them. She pushed back with her hands and knees to better impale herself greedily on the shaft of cockmeat slamming inside her, taking every last inch of the hard dick like a woman possessed.

"Good, because I am, too," Delia grunted as she slammed into Grace's pussy with jackhammer thrusts, her fat cockhead bashing into the deepest portions of her cunt with ease. Her womb was rutted into by the hard cock and the bulbous head, making the cum-filled cavern shudder from the intensity of her blows; on each such thrust Grace's cunt would squeeze down like a vice and her fingers would tighten in the bedsheets, her pleasure visible and clear. "I don't know why we waited so long to do this, honestly -"

"O-our kids hadn't left yet?"

"Yes, but you're so damn hot, " Delia admitted, leaning in to press a kiss against her shoulder blades before pulling back again. All of Grace's backside was gorgeous, the toned and athletic muscles under the skin working hard due to the strenuous fucking and making a visual treat for the more dainty auburn-haired woman. "A real mother I'd like to fuck, and we could have been making babies so long ago."

"Y-yeah?" Grace grinned. "I can't think of a better person to fill me up with another baby - now get to it, you stud."

Delia hauled on Grace's ass as her hips came pounding forward, making the fleshy ass ring and clap. The sounds echoed through the bedroom and, if their kids had been in the house, they would have totally known the lewd acts going on under the roof. Assflesh rippled out from the point of impact of Delia's pelvis, the flesh cratering inward as she impaled the snug sheath right though. Her fat ballsack swung pendulously, hitting her aching slit below and drawing out sloppy wet noises from the engorged lips.

Her cock was constantly in her tight chasm, filling her aching cleft with rock-solid meat on every tremendous, full-bodied thrust. Delia used as much of her cock as she was able, pulling out the entire length before sending it slamming back inside with body-shaking force - there was nothing to hold back, no clumsiness to prevent her from moving badly, just a thorough reaming that would have put teens to shame. The force of her blows made Grace rock forward and caused the bed to squeak, unable to handle the stresses of Delia's all-out sex, and the brunette was left groaning constantly.

Grace's breasts bounced underneath her body, wobbling back and forth as the exertions sent them swinging lewdly. Her spine dipped to cope with the stresses of the hard doggy-style fucking, her ass thrusting out in needy acceptance of the pumping girldick. She was vocal in her pleasure, letting Delia know constantly how she felt about the situation and whatever words were on her mind; her tone had grown increasingly lewd and slutty as her pussy was reamed out and stretched, the pink walls filled to the brim with dick, and she was enjoying it immensely.

"You're so tight around me," Delia grunted, driving herself in with hard and resounding impacts. Her pelvis clapped down, the force of her thrusting hips making Grace's body dip down for brief seconds before it came bouncing back up. Her cunt squelched and clenched down, liquids bubbling up around Delia's cock and through her folds, bathing her many inches of pale cockmeat in warmth.

She slapped the generous curve of Grace's ass once more, watching the flesh bounce and rippled, before one of her hands pushed up her backside. There was a very gentle sheen of perspiration on her skin, and Delia's hand slipped through it happily, tracing the muscles hse could see working beneath the skin. She followed the curve of her spine before rising up to her firm shoulders and grabbing hold of one of them, and her fingers fastened tight as she used it as another handhold. As she drove herself in she tugged at Grace's body, alternating between holding her still and tugging her back as she fucked her spasming pussy with body-shaking force.

Delia slammed in with intensity, her hips moving in pendulous arcs that ended with great, slamming thrusts. Her hips clapped against the generous curve of her rump, which pushed her body forward as assflesh dipped inward like a cushion. Pink inner walls bent around her bludgeoning girldick, the walls rippling in a similar manner to her assmeat as the cock impaled it right through. Grace sighed and moaned happily, her spine arching whenever Delia made it particularly deep and slammed against her needy cervix with enough force to send electric bliss surging through her body.

It was a hard fucking, with both of them active participants, throwing their bodies into the sex happily. When Grace pushed back she got the cock in deeper, sometimes hilting it within her of her own accord, squishing her ass backward against Delia's matronly hips and grinding down. The aching rod filled her cunt in ways that thoroughly pleased the buxom brunette, who chased more of that pleasure with each thrust and buck of their bodies - and her desire only seemed to grow as the minutes passed, getting needier and needier.

Bodies rocked and rolled, flesh going red from the repeated impacts. Both of them sighed and moaned as their hips moved back and forth, flesh wobbling and quivering as vibrations surged through them. Muffled claps rang out as Delia smashed against the plump curve of her ass, and her cunt below popped wetly as her fat ballsack came swinging forward. They were once more swollen and filled with rich baby-batter, ready to unleash yet another impregnating load directly into Grace's pussy - and as the moments wore on, it became increasingly clear it was coming.

"F-fill me up, Delia," Grace groaned, her head rolling as she tried to make eye contact and failed. "I'm so damn close -"

Delia worked herself hard, putting her body into a series of crashing thrusts that used up the last reserves of her stamina and sent her cock through tight walls. "With - ungh - pleasure -"

She didn't even stop her thrusting as she came again, the march of her hips too fast and intense to readily stop. She was still moving as the first jet of warm semen splashed into Grace's womb, and each successive thrust saw more and more of the thick load pour into her vulnerable cunt with growing intensity. It did not all make it into her womb, not with the back-and-forth motions forcing her cock away from her slick core, but cum was sent surging through her already cream-filled tunnel all the same.

Rich, gooey waves were seeded within her, finding purchase in tight walls and hidden crevices that had been untouched beforehand. It surged through her and filled her with heat, the thick cum pouring into her cunt in waves of warm silk that set her body alight with pleasure. Though Delia never stopped her thrusting, more than enough of her potent seed was deposited into her filled womb, as if to ensure that enough swimmers had the chance at knocking her up with her child - and there was more than enough to guarantee that already, but neither milf cared about that aspect. All Grace wanted was to be filled with hot, thick baby-batter, and Delia was happy to oblige.

They didn't even stop after the last pulse of cum left her shaft, not with their bodies still moving and thrusting, and not with Grace on the verge of her own orgasm - and still, the brunette managed to cast a look back and grin her teasing smile, enough to will Delia's cock back into its rock-hard state. "Want to go for triplets?"

"Fuck, yes!" Delia groaned, reaching back to slap at Grace's wildly bucking ass. "Ride my like a Ryhorn, Grace - show me those celebrity moves."

Grace bounced up and down on her swollen rod of fuckmeat, her body writhing and hips rolling. She showed off every bit of dexterity and skill she'd learned in her years as a professional Rhyhorn rider and performed it all for Delia, right on top of her fat girldick. Her body moved back and forth and up and down in cyclic, mesmerizing motions, her breasts bouncing and her hips twerking, her pace and control so perfect that it left the futa constantly groaning and moaning. It was like getting a dance from a stripper in a club, only so much more intense that it left her breathless.

Grace rode her cowgirl like a woman possessed, slamming down hard enough to make her ass clap before rising up again. There were side to side wiggles and up and down twerks of her hips, her ass rising and falling smoothly. Her cunt squelched as it was rolled along the hard shaft, her outer lips clinging to it firmly and her inner, pink walls tugging at the pale skin of it. Her stomach flexed hard as she paced her reckless movements, her taut abs becoming firmly pronounced as she worked herself into a hard, brisk pace that was far better suited for riding and racing atop a hardy rock-type than some milf's dick.

Though, it is fitting enough, Delia supposed amusedly - something with which Grace agreed, as she voiced moments later.

"I am good with rock-types," Grace giggled, her breath leaving her in pants as she worked herself hard. Sweat flung off her body from the intensity of her motions, and her muscles rippled all across her body. "And this dick is close to one."

Delia's hands were on her hips whenever they weren't slapping her meaty ass, clutching tightly and spurring her onward. She let Grace do all the work, however, content to just sit and watch the woman ride her like she was a toy for her pleasure. They had transitioned from the bedroom to the hallway, then the kitchen, and then the living room, and they were back in the chairs that they'd started in - only, with Grace bouncing up and down in her lap. True to her earlier words, they were going at it like rabbits; two mature, older mothers, fucking one another into sweaty, well-bred messes, and they were loving it.

"N-no wonder you were s-such a f-famous racer," Delia groaned, "The w-way you ride cock is fantastic."

Grace rode her hard and fast, like Delia was her mount and the two were in a race. Her hips rolled smoothly, hips waving from side to side and back and forth in hard grinding motions that made her inner walls squish and bulge outward from the weight of the cock. Her ass slammed down with loud, meaty claps, her toned thighs tensing around Delia's legs. The twerk and bounce of her ass was incredible, the up and down motions so smooth and fast that it left Delia breathless with pleasure. Grace's hands rested on her shoulder blades, keeping the woman planted as she worked herself into a frenzy of motion, every line of her body tensing.

"If I knew I had such a stud next door," Grace husked, "I'd never have stopped my riding career."

Delia's slab of dickmeat sheathed itself inside as Grace drove herself downward, her stomach flexing as she pushed onto her obelisk eagerly. The dickhead pushed out her pink folds to make room for the rest of the dense cock following behind, which impaled her core on the pale log of flesh. Delia's hands had soon moved up and planted themselves on Grace's tits, which bounced and bobbed on her chest as she rode hard and fast. Her hands squeezed at the handholds of her partner's tits, holding onto them as they jiggled. The skin started to bulge out between her fingers as she groped them tightly, the strain of the fucking translating through the tightness of her grip and the hisses of her breath.

"Can't wait to see these get bigger with milk," Delia husked, "once you're knocked up with my kid."

"Y-yeah?" Grace's lips pulled into an intoxicating grin, her hips continuously rolling and bucking. Her inner walls bent and distended around the bludgeoning girldick, bulging obscenely as the dense girth stretched her out. It made Delia moan and groan, her eyes fluttering and her teeth digging into her lower lip.

"Keep moving those hips," Delia sighed, mauling the wobbling mounds of titflesh in her hands. "J-just like that."

Grace was riding herself to her own climatic release, rather than for Delia's - the pace was in her hands, her control, and she ran a mile with it. There was no timidness of clumsiness from earlier, and certainly no reservation - she was a sexy milf riding another milf for their own mutual pleasure, working away their needy aches and lusts in furious displays of passion. It was beyond just baby-making sex now, and they certainly weren't fucking to soothe their longing for children - though Grace was taking enough loads to ensure impregnation, they were fucking for the sheer pleasure of it; and what pleasure it was.

"Yes," Grace moaned incoherently over and over, her words punctuated by harsh grinds of her hips. "Yes, yes, yes - "

Grace's moans rose up in lewd crescendos as her peak hit her hard, her belly rolling and flexing so hard that each abdominal on her belly was stark and pronounced. Her cunt squirmed and rippled so hard that it was like a vice had clamped down on her cock, a glove of roiling pink flesh that embraced every last inch of her cock. It made Delia hiss and groan between her teeth, unable to handle the intensity of Grace's orgasmic release. A waterfall of wetness bathed her cock, juices slurping out around the silken pussy as it bucked and rolled, for Grace's movements never once slowed - she continued to ride Delia's dick right through her release, her bucking hips moving with extreme control as she slapped down over and over again.

It felt so good that Delia couldn't resist her own climax, which came surging from her cock at the same time that Grace's cunt clamped down and milked her meat for all it was worth. Gush after gush was emptied out into her wildly spasming snatch, filling her to the brim with warm, white baby-batter. It sloshed through her silky tunnel of pink flesh and mingled with the copious amounts of released girl juices, turning it all into a slick, frothy mixture that was running down their nethers and over their thighs.

And still Grace didn't stop, riding hard and fast, and Delia was happily slamming upward into the plush tunnel with bucks of her hips. It was impossible to match Grace's effortless cowgirl, but she tried anyhow, impaling her snug snatch on her impaling rod of cockmeat. It didn't matter that both had just cum again - they just kept on going, and going, and going, for the rest of the night.

And it was a long, long night.

"Hey, mom, is everything - everything okay?" Ash asked, concern in his tone, and Delia started up. The Pokegear dulled his voice, made it a bit sour with static, but his tone was otherwise perfectly clear to a mother.

"Of course," Delia replied smoothly, the Pokegear held close to her mouth. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"You made a noise, is all. I thought you, like, dropped something?"

Delia laughed. "N-not at all, nothing like that."

With her free hand, she tapped on Grace's head, trying to urge the brunette to work a little slower. The gorgeous milf didn't seem to want to comply, and was shoving her mouth down on Delia's fat cock with eager rolls of her head, dipping down and taking the throbbing inches into the warm heat with gusto. Every time her bulbous prickhead slipping into the back of Grace's throat her concentration lapsed and she stuttered, drawing the concern of Ash. However, pulling at Grace's head did nothing, and the brunette merely looked up with her pretty blue eyes mischievously.

Oh, I'm going to get back at you for that, Delia promised internally, shaking her head at Grace.

"I'm so glad things are going good for you," Delia told her son, the Pokegear held close to her mouth. "For the both of you. It's so sweet that you've managed to keep up with each other, you know."

"Yeah, well, Serena and I - we're, uh, good companions," Ash replied, a bit of an anxious laugh in his tone. His voice was slightly distorted through the device, but that didn't hide Serena's little voice in the background.

"That's nice," Delia replied a little vaguely, her free hand bobbing up and down. She guided Grace's head down on her cock, her own insistence for the brunette to stop moving and distracting her falling away as the pleasure of her mouth against her cock wore down on her.

"It is, yeah," Ash said, and Delia blinked. She wasn't even sure if she had been speaking to Ash right then or complimenting Grace's maneuvering with her mouth, and it struck her that it didn't even matter right then.

"Y-yes. Yup." She cleared her throat while Grace slurped on her cock, her warm throat massaging the throbbing length. "So - where are you headed next?"

"Saffron City," Ash said boldly. "We're just waiting on Misty to finish up with her sisters. They're really sad that she's leaving to come with us - kinda like you guys, actually."

"A-are they?" Delia looked down and locked eyes with Grace, whose lips were stretched wide around her girth. "I imagine they're sad that their youngest sister is leaving, and, well, who knows when they'll see her again…"

"It's an adventure, mom," Ash chuckled, "that's what happens."

"I know, I know," Delia giggled, her voice a little breathless from the relentless blowjob - but Ash didn't seem to notice. "I'm just concerned, is all. They might need someone to… comfort them during such times."

"She's got a bunch of sisters," Ash protested. "They can't be lonely - right?"

"Oh, they might feel some longing," Delia said vaguely.

"I guess." She could practically hear Ash's shrug through the Pokegear. "Anyways, we'd better get going. Uh, tell Serena's mom we said hi, okay? Maybe, message us when she's out of the shower, and we'll call back if we're not on Route five."

"Y-yup, once Grace is -" There was a loud slurp as Grace licked her cock with the flat of her tongue, and Delia hastily set her hand over the receiver to muffle the noise, "-done. With her… shower. Ah, I love you, dear."

"Yeah, same, love you. Talk to you later."

He hung up, and Delia let out a loud groan. "Oh, you tricky minx…"

Grace grinned. "I just can't resist, Ms. Ketchum. "

Delia snorted, hand tangling in Grace's hair. "I'm surprised they didn't hear your sloppy sucking, Grace. You were so loud."

"Oblivious, like I said," Grace chuckled.

"My, and you didn't even say hi to your daughter," Delia berated kindly, "Just so you could suck my dick, instead."

"What can I say? I'm a romantic."

Delia laughed, and then locked eyes with Grace. "You heard them, right? That young Gym Leader from Cerulean - Misty? She has a bunch of sad, lonely sisters, apparently."

"...Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Delia grinned. "Most definitely." Her hand pushed Grace's head down instantly. "But first, I'm going to fuck that slutty throat of yours, Grace."

Grace's head went down eagerly, embedding her cock into the warm tightness right up to the base, and Delia tossed her head back to let out a full-bodied groan.

Chapter 2: The Sensational Sisters

Summary:

Delia meets up with the Sensational Sisters after she figures they would be lonely with Misty gone.

Innocent things occur.

Chapter Text

Delia didn't know who Misty was. She didn't really follow Gym circuits all that much, and she knew little of her beyond what Ash told her, so the Water-Type Gym Leader was an unknown factor to her. Her sisters, however, were an entirely different story. Delia knew The Sensational Sisters pretty well, as far as anyone who watched their television shows went - their water acrobatics and dance routines were a marvel to watch. Though, admittedly, Delia was a little more interested in the Sisters themselves than their dance, because each one was a very attractive young woman that made Delia tingle in all the right ways.

She never expected to be mingling with celebrities like them, young women in their prime, stars at their craft; and yet there she was in their living room in Cerulean City, listening to Daisy sob about how much she missed her younger sister, how it felt like she was gone too soon, and all the other things that Delia and Grace had already covered. The Sisters were happy to talk with the pair of them after hearing that they were the parents of the trainers that had 'stolen' their Misty, but it quickly turned from 'talking amicably' to 'listen to them cry about Misty.'

They were very distraught over losing their sister, to a very vocal degree. They were happy to find the two sympathetic mothers, and told them their troubles at the cafe where they met, and now, their home, when they still hadn't shaken loose the sad feelings. They were suffering from having an empty nest just as much as Grace and Delia, and being the younger, less mature women they were, they didn't know how to handle it as well - not that Delia and Grace had done so in the most professional manner, however.

Delia found it vaguely amusing that Ash had managed to charm away Misty from such a tight-knit family, and wondered just how good her son was with girls his age to be so good at it. She supposed that the skills of her younger years had rubbed off on him, and while it wasn't the kind of thing a mother would normally be proud of, she did feel a flash of pride for her son - and it certainly wasn't like she wasn't benefiting from it, either. Sure, Ash might not have known he'd leave a distraught family behind by taking their little sister, but Delia was more than happy to sweep in and 'help' them get over it.

And the Sensational Sisters were very vocal in their sadness; Delia safely concluded that they were the emotional sort, but she didn't mind it all that much. Well, at least the two that were present; Lily had yet to appear from her photoshoot, or so they were told, but it was fine. Being in the presence of two very pretty celebrities was more than enough for them, that was for certain. Daisy was gorgeous, with honey-blonde hair and a well-proportioned figure that was all soft curves and modest swells. In her tight-fitting and almost slinky red dress she looked like a lounge singer, and it outlines all of her curves just perfectly.

Violet was slender and willowy by comparison, though with her own handful of pretty curves that filled out her tight, green dress just right. Both of their dresses didn't go very far down their thighs, leaving the majority of their long, lean legs on full display, and Delia wasn't shy to say that her eyes wolfishly roved over them whenever she could, stealing glances at every opportunity. It was hard for her not to think what those legs would feel wrapped around her, tight against her waist, and she mused on it while smiling and nodding.

She was the perfect shoulder for them to cry on, so to speak, all comforting and knowing, using her years of age over them to act motherly and soothing. Both she and Grace had a good amount of years on them, and though they weren't children, they were very receptive to warm words and an open smile, and they took full advantage of it. Granted, it made Delia feel a little bit predatory, but she was just lending a helping hand - one they were very receptive to.

"She's gone," Daisy sobbed, "gone and never coming back!"

You poor thing, Delia cooed internally. I guess it's best not to mention that Misty's probably hooking up with my son right now...

"Oh, that's not true," Delia murmured, leaning in and holding Daisy close. Over the course of their 'conversation' Delia had managed to get herself in comfortably close, but that was because the Blonde was very touchy-feely, and craved physical contact; a hug from Delia had been exactly what she wanted, and she leaned happily into it. "They'll be back, once they're done their adventure."

"But who knows how long that could be!" Violet bemoaned. "They could go to other regions and other continents and totally forget about us and -"

"Hey, it's fine," Grace cooed, pressing in against Violet. Grace, surprisingly, was the far better sweet-talker of the two of them, her words both soothing and flirtatious, complimenting the girls as often as she comforted, to Delia's awe. "We can't say what will happen, only that we'll make the best of it. Chin up - two gorgeous women like yourself can't be all teary-eyed."

Her hand had, at some point, crept onto Violet's thigh, and she was massaging circles into the creamy, smooth skin, and the Sensation Sister didn't make any comment toward it. She didn't seem at all troubled by the hand sweeping along her thigh, gently rubbing along the inner curve, always straying higher and higher with each word.

"But, we just - we just miss our little sister so much," Violet murmured dejectedly, and Grace smiled kindly - though with a hint of something else behind it.

"Hey, we know how it is," Grace told them, her other hand gently stroking at Violet's long curls of navy hair. They cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in rich, ocean-like waves, and Grace combed through them as if she were brushing through Serena's hair. "We miss our children so much, too - You've just got to look for other ways to cope, you know?"

"How are you two dealing with it?" Daisy questioned, her lower lip practically quivering. Delia tugged her in even closer, firmly wrapping her arm around her slim shoulders, allowing her matronly chest to push into her shoulders. "It must be sooo much worse when it's your kids."

"It's certainly heart-wrenching," Delia sighed, nodding sagely. "But Grace and I came to the conclusion that when there's a child-shaped hole in your life, it's not that hard to fill it in with another."

Daisy blinked up at her, putting their faces dangerously close together. "Like… what?"

"Well," Delia purred, leaning in just a fraction. Mirroring Grace's initiative, she set her hand down on Daisy's well-formed thigh, gently caressing the milky skin. The skin was soft and appealing, and it sent tingles down to her lower body. "Grace and I were missing our children so much that she and I got into bed, and made some more."

"For a long, long time," Grace added, leaning into Violet.

"So you - oh. You - Oh. " Violet bit her lip, cheeks tinged with pink. "Wow."

"Mm, yes," said Grace, "very wow. Delia's very good at making babies, let me say. I still miss my Serena terribly, but now that I know that I have another on the way, well…"

"Fills up that longing and sadness, " Delia drawled slowly, eyes locked with the gorgeous blonde. Her hand slipped into Daisy's bare inner thigh, tenderly stroking and rubbing. "Amongst other things…"

Daisy's eyes flicked down to the hand on her thighs, and then back up. She licked her lips quickly, her pink tongue slipping and out of her mouth. "Is that so?"

"It is," came the older woman's smooth reply. "I mean, can't be sad about your sister if you've got another little sister on the way, no?"

"I mean." Daisy looked up intently, her teeth briefly nipping at her pouting lower lip. They looked so soft and inviting, the pink lipgloss just slightly glistening, and Delia stared. "It makes sense."

Delia grinned. "Doesn't it?"

"And you're good at that?"

"I'd like to think so."

Daisy let out a soft breath. "Maybe you'd give me a taste-test?"

Violet breathed in sharply, and Grace giggled softly as Delia's hand went up to Daisy's chin and pushed it up, tilting her head in-line with her own. Her lips descended just moments later, pressing down against the softness of the blonde's mouth, firmly capturing them between her own. Daisy's lips were larger, softer, and plumper, the feel of the tender flesh akin to silk. Delia pushed down, moulding their mouths together, feeling the spongy skin dip comfortably. Her lipgloss tasted of strawberries, filling her mouth with a sweetness that was hard to get enough of.

The hand wrapped around Daisy's shoulders moved up, her hand reaching to tangle in the unbroken wave of golden hair. Each glimmering strand of her luxurious hair was smooth like velvet, and it flowed through Delia's fingers like water. Her other hand was still rubbing at Daisy's thigh, now fully resting in the middle of her inner thigh, inching ever closer to the young woman's core. Her slinky red dress rode up rather high as she sat on her couch, leaving almost all of her thighs bare to ogle, and soon Delia's fingers were able to prod and caress at all of it.

Daisy was happy to engage in the kiss, leaning into it and maximizing the contact of their lips. She was, amusingly, the more ravenous of the two of them, and as Delia pressed in she was already trying to deepen contact, her tongue pushing against her lips and her teeth moving forward to graze soft lips. She wasn't some passive maiden ready to be taken, but someone with an urge that needed scratching and a needy brain that wanted to fill the void in her life left by her younger sister - and Delia could offer both.

Daisy bit her lip, nipping more than digging in, but it made Delia groan all the same. She scratched at her fleshy lower lip, teeth tugging before slipping off, and then the blonde's head surged forward in a deeper lip-lock. Her head tilted, tongue sweeping out to swipe against her mouth, almost demanded entrance, and Delia gave it to her happily. Her mouth parted, and in an instant Daisy's tongue was slipping inside, plunging into the warm, damp cavern. Their tongues quickly found one another and immediately set into a lewd dance, twirling and twisting around each other.

Saliva squelched out as their tongues slipped against one another, tangling together so thoroughly it was difficult to figure out where one started and the other ended. Their lips pressed tight together, with their heads tilted and locked in a position that offered full access to their mouths, and saliva was fully and happily exchanged between them. Delia's hand pressed in tight against the back of Daisy's golden head, keeping her firmly pressed in place, while the other continued on its upward crawl along her thigh. Her skin was soft and smooth, and Delia's hand practically glided as she rose up, much to her enjoyment.

Just like a dancer's skin should be, Delia thought happily.

"D-Daisy!" Violet gasped, staring with wide eyes. Delia only spared her a glance, too caught up with the gorgeous, willing blonde that had crawled halfway onto her lap. Grace, on the other hand, directed her full attention on her, her slim lips pulled into a grin.

"She looks like she knows what she wants," Grace chuckled, hand rubbing up and down while the other stroked her hair.

"She shouldn't be… doing that," Violet protested, though it was half-hearted at best. She bit her lip as she watched her sister make out with a woman she'd just met that morning, but she didn't seem all that repulsed or concerned, really; no woman in the room could miss the way her legs pressed together firmly, her thighs touching and trapping the hand rubbing between them. Her eyes widened as she looked down, almost as if surprised to see it, but she said nothing at all as it continued to move between the seal of her legs.

"No?" Grace leaned in, her lips trailing down the slender curve of Violet's neck. "She's just taking care of those urges. Empty Nest Syndrome is no joke, after all."

"I - well…." Violet bit her lip.

Grace's lips plucked at the sensitive flesh of her neck, getting bolder and firmer as she swept over the unblemished expanse. Her hand brushed at the hair flowing over her shoulder, granting herself access to pepper it with kisses, her lips leaving tiny, minute wet marks as she moved. Her hand slid further up, groping the depths of Violet's tightly-clasped thighs, making the navy-haired girl shudder.

" O-oh, " Violet exclaimed softly. "That's…"

"You have to make yourself happy, too," Grace purred into her ear, while Delia happily made out with her sister just meters away. Delia couldn't spare much attention for them, but her eyes flicked up with each movement Grace made, briefly taking in how quickly and efficiently the former professional Rhyhorn rider moved and acted. "Get your mind off of Misty for a bit. Trust me; spend a little time with us, and you won't be sad anymore."

She chuckled, nuzzling her neck. Her hand pushed right up into the crook of her thighs, slipping under her green dress and making a bee-line for her undergarments. Violet gasped and shivered, eyelids fluttering, while Grace kissed her neck softly, but hungrily. Delia didn't expect to see Grace get so into it, but she was almost happier than Delia was to be there, playing around with the two supremely attractive women. She didn't know if that was a result of her less than active years as a celebrity racer, or some other latent desire, but it was extremely arousing for Delia to watch.

"And maybe," Grace drawled in her husky, throaty voice, "by the time we're done, you'll be begging Delia to give you a new little sister."

"...Maybe," Violet repeated, her voice almost distant-sounding, still watching as Daisy and Delia made out on the couch, the blonde now fully sitting in the auburn-haired mother's lap. She was grinding herself back and forth against the bulge in her dress, making Delia groan into her mouth each time the friction sent pleasure-waves through her body. The hand between her thighs had long since fled and set itself on the curve of her ass, tugging her in closer and closer with each lusty exchange of spit and each squelching rotation of their tongues. "Maybe that could be good. For - for a little bit."

"Delia! Oh, Delia!"

Violet moaned as her hips were brought backward onto Delia's impaling slab of girlcock, her cute, plump ass colliding with the older woman's smooth hips with fleshy smacks. Her hands were tight around her svelte waistline, using them as the natural handholds they were to really bring the young woman back against her thrusting dick. Her dress, though now haphazardly resting over her modestly curvy body, remained tight and firm around her, hugging the natural contours as if it were a second skin. As sweat beaded on Violet's skin the green fabric grew damp, clinging so closely to the skin that it left nothing at all to the imagination - which was just as Delia Ketchum liked it.

The ends of the dress were flipped over her lower back, though, leaving her plump, bubble-butt on full display, and Delia hammered into it on each thrust. It clapped and bounced as her hips smashed against it, the flesh rippling outward from the point of impact, and it was a gorgeous sight to behold. While it wasn't a very large or doughy ass, it was the perfect size and shape, a plump mass that was just oh-so-tantalizing to slam her hips against and use as a cushion. She couldn't restrain herself as she worked her huge tool in and out of Violet's tight snatch, and she constantly thrust into her with deep strokes that sent her all the way through her tunnel and allowed her hips to rest against the curve of her ass.

It wasn't a brisk, rough fucking, but a thorough and measured one that allowed her to really fill out every inch of her tight sheath and then some, her throbbing dickhead sinking into her steaming depths on each go. She rested herself against her bubble-butt whenever she hilted herself, her heavy, pendulous sack coming to a rest against her spongey, liquid-soaked folds, nestled up against her clit for many long seconds before she pulled her entire shaft back out and tried again. Violet moaned and sighed each time, her fingers digging into the bedsheets underneath her, while her knees left imprints in the mattress.

"That feels so good!" Violet moaned, her head rolling and tossing aside her gorgeous blue hair. "Oh, gosh!"

There was nothing like the timidity or hesitance that Delia and Grace had shown, before. The two sisters were young women with all the accompanying needs and wants, and while they might not have been expecting such a thing to happen, they didn't shy away from it at all. Violet proved to be just as needy as her sister, if not more so, what with how eagerly she got into it all - clambering onto her hands and knees after Grace had prepared Delia with a throat-clogging blowjob, spreading her legs for the big-dicked MILF.

She wasn't quite as active or wild as Daisy seemed to be, but her shameless indulgence was a gratifying thing to see, especially as Delia pushed hard into her cunt and was rewarded by an eager buck of her hips. The girl's body was smooth and slender and tight in all the right places; her body type was similar to Grace's, but with none of the maturity and underlying athleticism. It was a body that Delia was well-equipped to handle, and she happily worked herself in and out of the soaked channel, the size of her shaft easily stretching her out around her.

"Gosh, you're a sexy little thing," Delia cooed, leaning over Violet just a fraction as she took her in the doggystyle position. She wasn't even sure whose room they were fucking in right now, and it was all colourful and girlish, and she half-imagined it was Misty's room, though she was inwardly sure it wasn't.

That would make this poetic, she thought. Using her room to fill the nest and make more little sisters.

Her hands drew lines in her sinfully soft, sweat-stained skin, pulling her nice and taut against her pumping cock time and time again, the power of her thighs and hips sending her thrusting forward with enough force to rock the blue-haired woman forward. Violet moaned happily as the cock plunged into her warmth, her insides rolling and quivering around the cunt-clogging shaft. Violet seemed like she was too tight and narrow for any kind of dick, much less Delia's, and it effortlessly filled her out with each pump and thrust. it wasn't quite so effortless for her to get it inside, however, and she had to push past vice-tight walls and the contracting tunnel with each entry.

"You're - you're so deep," Violet gasped, her body writhing on the impaling slab of dickmeat, her inner walls clamping down hard in glee. She wiggled her sexy hips from side to side whenever Delia pulled herself free of her grasping warmth, making her inner walls bend around the shape of her dick. Her thick cock-tip was sent rubbing up against inner walls, the texture and suppleness of them making Delia groan loudly. "Oh - oh my goodness -"

"And you're taking it all," Delia husked, dropping her hips down firmly and sheathing herself inside. "Such a good girl."

"You look so hot like that right now, Violet," Daisy purred, her voice thick and throaty. She sat on the pillows near the headboard, practically sitting in Grace's lap, her fleshy body held fast against the other MILF's sun-tanned skin. Her dress had been stripped off long ago and decorated the threshold of the bedroom, while her lacy panties were strewn over a bedpost. Grace had full access to her body, and was actively feeling her up as her hand played with her sopping snatch, fingers drilling inside at a slow, deliberate pace. "You're both so hot, wow -"

"You like seeing your sister getting filled up?" Grace asked, pulling her lips away from Daisy's well-marked neck. "Seeing Delia's big dick stretch her out?"

"Oh, yes," Daisy sighed, her breath hiking in her pleasure. Her large breast was groped by Grace's firm hands, kneaded and rolled between her dark fingers like it was the softest of doughs. A pink nipple was flicked and pinched, drawing a louder yelp from the honey-blonde's lips. "It's just - wow. Just perfect."

"Imagine how much hotter it'll be when she's filled up with Delia's cum," Grace followed, her words teasing and enticing, almost as indulgent as the sex Delia found herself in. She spoke in alluring, seductive tones that teased and edged, just as effective as her exploring fingers and hands. She got into it more than Delia expected her to, and it seemed at-odds with her personality - whether it was because of some latent desires or expression, Delia didn't know, but it was damn hot. "When she's got a nice, new little sister for you, hm?"

" Ngh - Yes -"

Delia lowered herself over Violet a little bit more, her hips clapping down against the rounded curve of the younger girl's ass. The flesh bounced and rippled like a doughy cushion, perfectly suited for taking her pelvis, just as her juicy snatch was perfectly suited for taking her dick. Her large breasts hung down just a fraction as gravity played at them, and they bounced and wobbled back and forth in time with the movements of her body. Her pendulous balls swung back and forth, slapping up against her sopping slit, collecting beads of feminine arousal that dripped from her core.

"Doesn't that sound nice, Violet?" Delia asked, suppressing a groan of desire. "We'll get a baby in you -"

"Yes, please," Violet groaned, bucking her ass backward onto the thrusting shaft. Her pussy squelched and her inner walls bulged outward as the dick hit her at a rough angle, making her voice rise up in a shriek. Her blue hair bounced around her shoulders and along her backside, whipping and twisting as her body shook and rolled. Her fingers tightened on the bedsheets, head lowering and legs widening, her stance becoming more and more accepting.

Delia grunted, gripping her waist tight as she fucked her soaking channel with broad, deep strokes, her pace becoming firm and pronounced. Her cock slammed in right to the hilt, filling her out fully and wholly before extracting again, shifting aside walls that clamped against her with elastic intensity. The vice-tightness of her cunt was almost too much to bear when she was in such a sensitive state, enough for Delia to moan and grunt, her desire rising hot and fast. Her hips descended with ringing claps, adding a bit more force on each go, pushing Violet forward across the bed.

Her balls throbbed and her cock swelled, her desire rising with each pump and stroke of her hips, her body descending and clapping against the proffered backside time and time again. Her fingers clasped her waist tightly as she worked herself to her peak, her cock constantly delving into the warm heat of her cunt, sending liquids gushing out with each impaling thrust. Violet writhed on her cock, whining needily, while her cunt spasmed and rippled along her entire cock to Delia's delight. The other two women stared at her with undisguised arousal and lust, trying their hardest to match her tempo with their hands and fingers and entirely failing.

"I'm close," Delia husked, her tone little more than a whisper. Her hard, pronounced thrusts struck Violet's squirming depths, taming them with the force of her blow and the intensity of her movements. "Are you ready for a little sister?"

"Please!" Violet gasped happily, a delirious look on her face. "I'm so ready -"

"Then - here you go." Delia groaned, her balls tensing up and her cock swelling up comfortably large. "Let's - ngh - fill you up."

She slammed in one final time, using her grip on her waistline to pull her back onto her engorged cock. Her cock drove into her silken channel right up to the hilt, every last inch of pale cockmeat buried deep inside; there was nothing between her and the Sensational Sister's vulnerable womb, which suited Delia perfectly. Her shoulders tingled and her jaw clenched as she began to unload her balls of all their seed, feeling them tighten and throb with surprising potency. Pearly-white seed was sent rushing forth into Violet's needy pussy in a thick, gooey wave, the thick seed quickly claiming the untouched portions of her body where no cock had gone before.

The navy-haired girl moaned like she was in the throes of pleasure, her head tossing back and her ass arching into Delia's pelvis, spine dipping and fingers clenching. Her legs nearly collapsed from underneath her from Delia's last thrust, and the weakness surging through her body as a result of the orgasmic bliss compromised her stance even further; she looked like she was about to topple, only barely maintaining her stance as Delia filled her up with her rich, impregnating load. It filled her in waves and spurts, with thick ropes of hot baby-batter seeping into her womb and more of them plastering against her spongy cervix, all seeking the same goal of knocking Violet up.

With how much Violet received, with how much Delia let off inside her, it was essentially a foregone conclusion. The thick waves off virile goo plastered her insides in layers of white, draping across every plush inch of her tunnel and beyond, ensuring that not an inch of her well-fucked fields weren't seeded. Delia's cock pumped and throbbed as if it was trying to get rid of every last drop - though she knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon - and her orgasm lasted longer than Violet seemed to expect, and every new spurt of the hot, warm, and creamy cum sent her into greater heights of delirious pleasure.

"That is so hot," Daisy was already gasping, eagerly pulling herself forward. Grace chuckled, curling up on her side, watching as the blonde reached toward her sister and pulled her face into a rough, messy kiss that she didn't seem to be expecting. She groaned in equal parts surprise and lust, eagerly allowing her sister to plunder her mouth while her snatch was filled with pump after pump of potent cum. Her cheeks bulged out as her sister's tongue swiped at them, groaning and moaning all the while.

Daisy pulled back, leaving her sister a flush-faced mess, a few strings of saliva connecting their mouths. "Is it my turn? Please tell me it's my turn."

"It's your turn," Delia chuckled, slapping Violet's bubble while pulling free her cum-stained rod. It took a few tugs to get it free of the tight warmth, and it pulled out with a sticky rush of cum and juices that slurped down obscenely. Violet moaned, further overwhelmed by that, too, much to her amusement. "Don't worry, there's -"

"Oh, thank goodness," Daisy pressed, eagerly sweeping around. She rose up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Delia, as if she was unwilling to wait even a moment longer. "I can't wait another moment."

That explains that, she thought with amusement, giggling. "My, you're an eager minx, aren't you?"

She reached behind the blonde and slapped her ass, which was significantly meatier than her sister's, offering plenty more to play with and grope. The blonde yelped and giggled at the rough touch, which turned into a satisfied moan when Delia's fingers sank into the pliant assflesh with hard fingers, squeezing and rolling it in her palm.

"This is just so exciting," Daisy breathed against her lips. "We needed to let loose, and I really want a little sister -"

"Well, it'll be your daughter," Grace remarked, but Daisy didn't seem to care.

"-So bad, and you're so sexy and mature -"

Delia giggled. "Then let me show you how this is done, hm?"

She pushed down against Daisy, hands gripping the plentiful globes of her ass as she bore her onto the bed. The blonde had set herself flush against Delia, her body braced on her knees, and it was a simple thing to push her down on the bedsheets by shifting the weight of her body. Daisy was happy to be toppled over and pushed down, almost gleeful for it, and she dropped down near her already fucked and cream-filled sister - but with far more gusto and desire, for her legs whipped up and wrapped around the futa's waist with surprising speed, and her arms tugged at her neck.

"So eager," Delia praised, her hands sliding over the wide berth of Daisy's hips and grabbing at her thighs. She spread them apart, pushing them parallel to her body, forcing them toward the bedding as she lowered herself down. Her cock was as frightfully hard as ever, pointed downward like a spear, and it slid up against the puffy mound of her labia. Juices slipped free as her dickhead ground against the spongy lips, her arousal clear, and it made Delia laugh softly.

"Of course," Daisy giggled, flashing her a wink.

Her head pressed down, connecting her lips with Daisy's. Her torso lowered down, her breasts bobbing down and rubbing up against the blonde's larger pair. Nipples brushed as she pushed herself into position, drawing a little groan from the younger's mouth, and Delia smiled against her lips. Her tongue pushed into her mouth, her tongue slapping against Daisy's, her cock bearing down with firm motions. The first thrust saw her rub up against her pelvis, her alignment just a little bit off, but Daisy moaned all the same as her bulbous cock-tip rubbed across the open lips of her vulva and brushed her clit. Her hands gripped tight, hips bucking, practically begging Delia to impale her.

Delia was only too happy to oblige. She adjusted herself before pushing down, her cockhead slipping into her sodden outer lips and causing a rush of juices to well up around the throbbing tip. As she pushed into the tight, pink flesh beyond, more liquid came bubbling up around her pale length, greeting her like an ocean of warmth that Delia was terribly happy to push her dick into. She sank down with a firm motion, successfully pushing a few inches of her cock inside the blonde's comforting warmth, her cockhead practically popping inside. Walls immediately began to hug her length, holding fast to the first few inches pushed inside, and that was only the first of many.

More inches sank into her tunnel, filling her out just as she had to her sister. Her inner walls pushed outward as the cock sank inside them, pushing through the liquid arousal coating them and bathing her girldick in a sticky wetness. She wasn't as tight as her sister, her tunnel less narrow and more accepting of her girth, and she seemed far more eager to be filled up with a hard, long cock. Her hips bucked upward with each inch that was pushed inside her, happily impaling herself on the descending rod of cockmeat. Her lower lips greedily gobbled up whatever was thrust inside them, holding fast to the thick pole and practically tugging it inside.

"Oh, wow," Daisy groaned. "You feel amazing -"

"So do you," Delia replied, her voice far less praising and deeper, huskier, the timbres of her tone dropping. "So good."

It was true, especially with how eagerly her pussy was gobbling up her large shaft. Everything she pushed into her was greedily accepted, tugged into a warm embrace of flesh and silky walls that hugged her wonderfully, almost moulding to the shape of her cock. She couldn't help but slam herself inside without any sort of pacing, just eager to bury every last throbbing inch into her warm, accepting snatch, and Daisy seemed to absolutely adore it. Her hips bucked as she moaned happily, making her inner walls stretch as she pushed them against the dick, grinding and rubbing. Her arms pulled Delia's face in, ensuring that her lips were in each reach for kissing, while her legs tensed against Delia's hands that pushed them down.

Her hips were soon rubbing up against her pelvis as she reached comfortably deep, her hips brushing up against soft, plump thighs. Daisy's body was well-shaped and toned from her water ballet, but she had a softness to her curves and a squishiness in all the right places, making her a delight to be on top of. Delia couldn't resist pulling her hand off her thigh and reaching up, sliding it along the ample curve of her waist and over the well-formed curves, rising up even as her cock was sliding in. She pushed down firmly, pushing through the tightness of her pussy and sinking most of her dick inside, enjoying the inner play of her muscles.

" Nngh - yes," Daisy purred against her lips once she started to pull her cock free. Her hips moved firmly, bringing out her large shaft, but she was pushing it back inside just as quickly, seeking to get the last handful of inches into her warmth on the second go. " Yea - just like that, Delia -"

Her hips rolled as her cock sank back into her cunt, sliding through her sopping walls and making it into her steaming depths. She didn't go all the way again and pulled out quickly, extracting her large dick from her tightness with a firm tug. Walls pulled at her cockflesh, lips hugging her close, and the spongy flesh of her vulva followed the movements of her cock as she pulled it out as if it didn't want her to leave - and judging by Daisy's words, she really didn't. Delia was chuckling as she dove down for another kiss, pushing their lips together and locking them fast. The kiss was hot and steamy, briefly silencing the needy blonde as she shifted her cock, bringing it in and out of her soaked channel with firm, strong motions of her hips.

Daisy kissed her hungrily, tongue stroking at her cheeks and teeth before turning to tangle with her own tongue. They slipped and slid within the damp cavern of her mouth as her cock sank into the softness of her cunt, her hips working back and forth in a smooth, cyclical rhythm, her cock pulling free before driving back inside. She drilled through her tight lips and into her welcoming sheath, feeling the flesh tug and grip her delightfully tightly, making her cum-stained length throb and pulse. She added more force on each repetition, pushing herself down harder and faster, sliding her engorged cock into her body hard enough to make Daisy moan into her mouth.

Beside her, Grace had slid down from her position at the head of the bed and quickly tugged Violet into place before her, coaxing the blue-haired girl into burying her face into her pussy. Even though Violet looked worn out and sweaty, she was entirely happy to lean into the older woman and set to work, pleasing her with quick flicks and prods of her nimble tongue. Sun-kissed fingers buried into her waves of silky hair, tugging her in close as she worked, and soon sloppy licking and slurping noises were added in among the noises of clapping flesh and squelching fluids.

Grace locked eyes with Delia and smirked, a wink soon following. "Ever had sisters before, Delia?"

Delia pulled off of Daisy's lips - or she tried to, because the blonde was insistent, and tugged her back down with the arms around her neck. She submitted for another long moment with the softest of rumbles, kissing her long and hard, pulling her fleshy lip between her own and sucking hard. Her hand rose up at the same time, moving over her chest and groping one of the blonde's full, plump tits, squeezing it between her fingers before caressing it with her palm. She moved over the pale, rounded curve, feeling out all of it, pushing against her swollen sideboob and bulging undertit, testing the heft and pliability of the soft mound.

"Never," Delia finally responded, pulling away with a wet smacking of her lips. "And I have no idea why I haven't."

Grace snorted in laughter, as did Delia. Daisy, on the other hand, moaned loudly and lewdly, and pulled at the older woman's body insistently. "Keep going, please -"

"With pleasure," Delia purred, a mixture of motherly soothing and throaty lust. "Let me take care of you, Daisy."

Her cock drove into her pussy with broad strokes and deep thrusts, every last inch making it inside. Her balls, which had just emptied out a thick load moments before, were just as swollen and needy as ever, and clapped against the bottom half of Daisy's slit and the rounded curve of her ass with each inward slam. They plopped down, resting against the spongey, liquid-soaked lips and the softness of her assflesh, which had mashed down flat against the best sheets. Her ass was forced down flat as she was fucked down into the mattress, the squishy mass used as a cushion, and it was a delight to feel each time she hilted herself inside her.

"You're so deep, " Daisy moaned, biting her full lips. " Yes, yes -"

Delia positively purred as she worked her fat shaft in and out at an unbroken rhythm, pushing and pulling, hips dropping with resounding claps and smacks. She was matched by Daisy's own rough thrusts, her pelvis rising up to impale her slick snatch on the thrusting shaft time and time again, sending inner walls bulging outward as the cock slipped in at odd angles. The stimulation was high, the friction intense, with each jab sending her dickhead rubbing up against pussy walls and hitting sensitive spots that sent the blonde groaning and rolling, her cunt quivering around her dick.

"Oh, baby, yes," Daisy husked, running her tongue over her lips. Her hands grabbed at Delia's neck and roved down her smooth back, feeling the smooth skin under her palms. Both of their breasts bobbed and wobbled as they fucked; Delia's motherly pair hanging down under the weight of gravity, making full contact with the younger girl's and brushing up against the curves of her chest with each repetition; Daisy's, on the other hand, slightly splayed out to the sides, gently sloping. Their tits rubbed together as Delia rammed her cock into her hot, clenching cunt, sliding smoothly like silk on silks, nipples occasionally grazing one another and sending tingles of electric bliss through them. "You feel so good- "

"Yeah?" Delia smiled, her pleasure rising. Her hips descended in pendulous arcs, slapping down against Daisy's hips in full-bodied smacks that made their flesh ring and tinge red from the impacts. Her plush thighs and soft pelvis greeted Delia's, making a perfect place for her to rest against each time she hilted herself inside her sopping warmth. With only one thigh being pressed down the other sprung up to greet Delia, caressing her hips and waist with soft, toned dancer's legs, hugging her tight and almost trying to pull her in firmly.

"Yeah," Daisy gasped. "Yes, goodness, soooo deep -"

"Daisy," Violet started up, pulling away from Grace, lips wet. "Let me -"

She rose off and pushed over to her sister, tugging at her head of blonde hair with almost frantic motions. Delia wasn't sure what was happening, only that it was, and watched as Violet tugged her sister's head around and quickly pushed their mouths together. It was a wet, slurping kiss, all messy and hot, and Delia could only watch with wide eyes as the two of them made out. It was ravenous and quick, and she could see their tongues moving inside their mouths, pushing out cheeks as they kissed. It didn't stop the tempo of her hips, however, and they came crashing down with the same amount of vigour, making Daisy groan into her sister's mouth each time her cocktip kissed her womb.

Minutes later, Delia's hand snapped out and grabbed Violet's wavy blue hair, and pulled her off her sister. She, instead, claimed Violet's lips, tasting both of the other women on her mouth. Her kiss was quick and brief, but no less intense for it, and when she pulled away Delia found herself craving more. But she had Daisy to concentrate on, and the tingling in her lower half that only got needier as she rammed herself into the girl's soft cunt. Her hips came crashing down against her pale core with enough force to make their curves jiggle and wobble, the bed sheets beneath them becoming increasingly tangled as it went on, and on, and on.

So busy were they in their frantic lovemaking that they didn't hear the sound of pattering feet, the measured steps toward the bedroom, or the appearance of the third sister in the doorway. Delia was still thrusting into the blonde sister, fully engaged in the up and down movements of her hips and the rubbing of their bodies, that she didn't notice the pink-haired woman standing at the entrance of the room, and an unreadable expression on her face as she looked it all over. It made have made for exceptionally lewd sight, what with one sister fucked and seeded, the second in the throes of ecstatic bliss, and the two women the last sister had only spoken to briefly at the cafe fucking both of them.

"...Daisy!" Lily half-shouted, half-berated, her voice girlish, but firm. Hands moved down to her ample hips, her pink tails of hair bouncing around her shoulders. "Seriously?!"

"H-huh?" Daisy squinted up at her sister, even as Delia continued to pump and thrust her cock through her silken channel - though, her pace slowed, her strokes not quite so forceful as the pink-haired sister stared them all down. "Oh. Lily - Geez, you're so deep, Delia - h-hey!"

"Again?" Lily shook her head. "You can't be doing stuff like this, Daisy - oh, Violet, you, too?"

"It's just so much fun," Violet drawled, sliding off the bed and padding toward her sister. Grace blinked, watching intently, before grinning a cat-like smirk. "Delia and Grace have been so nice to us, sister. Oh, and they're so good with their hands, and their bodies…"

Lily licked her lips. "I'm not in the mood for any fun, with, well, Misty gone -"

"But that's the best part," Violet told her, wrapping her arms around her sister's shoulders. The orange of Lily's dress contrasted with the green of Violet's, and it was made all the starker when the two were set side-by-side, with the Violet's being totally soaked through with sweat. "Delia's being super nice, and she's giving us new little sisters to make us less lonely."

Lily's eyes went wide. "You - ah -that's -"

"And she's so good at it, too," Daisy groaned, her body still writhing underneath Delia. " So good - Keep going, Delia, I'm so close-"

If Delia was being honest she'd have to say that she wasn't sparing much thought for Lily; while she wanted to comfort all of the Sensational Sisters - and by that, she wanted to get laid with all of them - she was currently buried balls-deep in a gorgeous blonde, and it took up pretty much all of her attention. She didn't stop thrusting, and as the novelty of the situation wore off, she started going harder and faster. Lily was left watching as her cock plunged downward with great, hammering strokes, flesh clapping as her dick sank in down balls-deep into the blonde sister's cunt, her balls swinging pendulously and slapping loudly.

She groaned as she leaned into her, laying into her cunt with had jabs and thorough thrusts, her dick reaming out her insides with force. Daisy squealed as she was impaled, her body rolling along with Delia's in a lewd synchrony, matching her beat for beat with ragged bucks and thrusts of her pelvis. Her pussy pushed into the dick as it raced into her depths, meeting her with satisfying claps that enabled all of her cock to find a home inside her body. Her bulbous cocktip just barely brushed up against her womb, drawing more vocal groans and yelps from the blonde. Her limbs tightened around Delia, her one free leg wrapping around her hips and tugging her in more firmly, forming a soft cage of limbs.

"So am I," Delia grunted, biting her lip. Her hand squeezed at the blonde's tit, her eyes staring at her flushed face. Her wavy blonde hair formed a halo around her, messy and unkempt amidst the equally ruffled bed sheets. "So - ungh - close - Just a little more -"

She slammed herself inside one final time, and let herself go with a low moan and a hard gust of air. Her cock spasmed hard, surging with life as it began to pump cum into the blonde's body as if she hadn't done so minutes beforehand - how long, it was hard to say. Her meaty pipe throbbed as ropes of semen spurted from her tip, spitting into Daisy's insides in strings of white. It sloshed into her tunnel in a thick, hot heap, slathering across the roof of her pussy before beginning to slip down - but there was plenty more to come, more ropes racing after the first as if trying to outdo it, and the thick strings of cum were soon plastering themselves all over her walls.

Her pinkness was drizzled over with white like frosting, latticed through her inner tunnel in thick criss-crosses - but as more was added any sort of pattern was lost, with it all mixing and pooling down into a frothy mixture that mingled with the already generous amount of lubrication and liquid arousal contained inside. It was frothy and sticky and messy, sticking to her cock like lewd webbings, and it squelched and shifted with obscene pops as her cock throbbed and pulsed. More of her rich, impregnating baby-batter was sent shooting into Daisy's welcoming womb, lathering up the narrow channel with enough of her seed to fill it to the very brim, like an overflowing glass.

There soon wasn't an inch of her tunnel not overflowing with cum, every bit of her pink walls lathered up with the virile jizz that all but ensured impregnation, and Daisy took every last drop with a happy, needy look on her face. It was like the indulgence of the situation was too much for her, enough to tip her over the edge, and as her cunt began to contract and pustule around her still thrusting cock, it was clear she'd reached her own peak. It made Delia sigh and gasp weakly, her dick aching from how hard the inner muscles played at her dick, and she was forced to ride out the entirety of Daisy's release as she held her in nice and tight.

"There we go," Delia sighed, bucking her hips a few final times. She squeezed Daisy's breast with a firm hand, relishing the touch and squish, before pulling back to pat the girl's flat stomach. "That's it -"

Delia pulled back, shifting her large cock free with a wet slurp. She quickly ran a hand over her brow, swiping at the collected sweat. "So -"

"Oh, me next," Lily said in a rush, eyes wide and brimming. She practically pronounced over to the bed, whipping off her orange dress in less time than it took to blink, her bikini-top-slash-bra coming off in the same motion. She left her bottoms on, but they were tiny, insubstantial things, something that Delia would imagine was meant for suntanning than anything else. She hopped onto the bed and onto Delia as if she were her lover, arms wrapped around her and lips colliding with hers, making her topple over Daisy in a comic heap. The blonde giggled by their side, watching amusedly, and rolled over to make room for the two new lovebirds.

Are they all like this? Was all Delia could think as those lips pressed down against hers, kissing her as passionately as the other two sisters. She was less thorough and lusty in her tongue action than Daisy, but quite a bit more nimble, like a girl that was well-versed in making out - in fact, between the two girls, they probably had more effective experience then Delia and Grace. It suited her just fine, of course, to be treated to the skills of the pretty celebrity sisters.

Her cock was gripped by a firm hand that moved as if it knew exactly what it wanted, tugging and pulling at the cum-slicked flesh. Up and down it went, stroking her as Lily tried to clamber atop her body, somehow managing to multitask the many actions all at once - and she did it all with a dancer's grace that surprised Delia, but was welcome. Her own arms, at first, came down, her elbows bracing up her torso while her legs crossed underneath her, not quite lying flat and not quite sitting up. It was a mixture of the two that let Lily fall into her lap, and made for a perfect seat.

Lily's pink pigtails pooled over Delia's breasts as she pressed up against her, lips still locked together. Her pelvis rose up as her legs settled into her lap, her hand briefly leaving her cock to brush at her bikini bottoms before returning back to its place. She pumped at the hard length even as she aligned it with her lower entrance, finding the perfect angle for entry. Delia sighed as her bulbous tip brushed up against her entrance, feeling the soft skin press against her sticky head which was lathered up with all sorts of fluids.

"Look at you go," Delia laughed, after her lips pulled away.

Lily very quickly started to push herself down the moment the cock was in the right spot, and did so gleefully. It was like her protests had been just a facade to make herself seem a little more proper than she actually was, because there was nothing innocent about how eagerly she wanted to ride Delia's cock - not that the auburn-haired woman minded in the least. Her hands slid up Lily's waist as the younger woman settled into position above her, rubbing her snatch against the vascular underside of her cock - back and forth, up and down, not penetrating herself yet but merely stimulating.

"Oh, that's nice," Lily purred, biting her lip. Her hips moved from side to side in mesmerizing patterns, her outer folds rubbing up against the full meat of her dick. Her own sticky juices were added to the already lewd mix staining her length, and as she ground herself up against Delia's dick, it only seemed to get thicker, more coming out. The pinkette smiled through her lip-biting and locked eyes with Delia, slowly bringing her hips further upward. "But let's see how it feels, yeah?"

Delia laughed. "Go for it - oh - "

Lily wasn't taking it slow, that was for sure, not as she pushed herself down with speed and satisfying force, her white teeth digging into her plump lower lip as her cunt was impaled on the throbbing shaft. She pushed down on many inches of hard dick all at once, practically dropping herself down with the aid of gravity and the use of her toned hips, getting the hardness deep inside her cunt. They both groaned as the pale, white shaft pushed out her inner walls, stretching her in ways that were terribly comfortable and pleasurable, and she wiggled her hips in an attempt to chase more of that feeling.

Her pink walls bent and flexed around her dick from the side-to-side grinding, and Delia sighed happily. Her fingers dug into her plump thighs, squeezing the soft, white skin as Lily worked herself back and forth, grinding down on her vascular shaft of cockmeat. She resumed moving sometime later, after she'd all but stretched herself out around the dick, taking an imprint of its shape. Her lower lips caressed the hardness as she pushed herself the rest of the way down, prying loose the rest of her narrow cunt as she worked herself down, allowing the bulbous tip to push into her sodden depths and pierce her right through.

It wasn't slow going at all, because Lily was quite literally soaking wet, and Delia's dick was well-lubed with cum and juices. Her inner walls bent and flexed as it took in a great deal of hard, dense cock all at once, but each inch that pushed inside Lily seemed to make her happier and needier, content to be filled up with the dick. Her pink insides hugged everything that fit into her, holding fast, soaking in all the lubrication that coated it. Delia sighed happily as she sank into the clinging heat of yet another girl, her body already anticipating the feeling of being able to cum inside the third sister and -hopefully - knock her up.

"That is good," Lily sighed happily, rolling her head back. Her pink hair bounced as she moved, her shoulders rolling forward and making her plump breasts bob. "Wow - I'm almost jealous they got to you first!"

"Best for last," Delia complimented, laughing under her breath. Her hand came up and slapped Lily's ass - not fast, not too hard, but at just the right speed and intensity to make the girl yelp pleasantly. "Let's give them a show, hm?"

It was Lily's turn to laugh. "For sure - I am one of the better dancers."

Her hips began to move, but it wasn't a straight up-and-down movement; she had a wiggle to her hips, a grinding motion that made her inner walls squish and squirm. The delightful friction bathed all of her cock, working at her entire rod. Muscles flexed and rolled as her body bucked up and down, her pelvis thrusting as she brought them up and down. She immediately threw herself into the action, needing nothing to start her up or get her into the mood - it was all instant gratification and speed, enough to throw Delia for a loop.

She didn't expect it, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it. It was immensely satisfying, in fact, to have a girl get so into it so quickly, mounting and riding Delia like they were two women in a bar going for a quickie, and it was damn amazing. Lily happily bounced herself down, moaning with each downward drop of her hips, using her muscles and gravity to slam herself down on the thick, turgid rod. Her lower lips hugged the shaft as she bounced along, her pelvis slamming against Delia with hard thumps. Delia's fingers groped at her thighs, squeezing the toned, taut muscle, body shivering from the inner play of her strong, firm cunt muscles.

"Damn," Delia groaned, a smile on her lips. Her hands slipped up Lily's bouncing thighs, her eyes glued to the sight of her bobbing breasts. "Look at you go."

Lily just sighed happily, her pink hair flowing around her face. She worked herself surprisingly hard, all of her muscles bent toward the purpose of driving herself up and down, working the obscenely huge shaft through her cunt at a hard, brisk pace. Legs bunched and flexed while her pale, flat tummy rolled forward, sliding the long cock through her silken channel at a brisk and needy pace. Electric bliss-filled Delia each time she was buried into the hilt, her dickhead reaching comfortably deep with each repetition. She pushed out pink walls, making way for the rest of her girth to follow, ensuring that there was none of her left outside.

Grace and Violet crashed down beside them, falling into a heap with Daisy. Delia was only dimly aware of Grace making out with the blue-haired twin as she fully stripped her down, and as they fell onto the bed, their limbs were thoroughly tangled together. Once Daisy threw herself into the mix they were a mess of limbs, pale skin, and mismatched hair colours, so thoroughly pressed together that it was hard to tell who was who. Wet noises rang out as the three of them made out and touched one another's sweat-slicked flesh, fingers probing sensitive spots and tender points.

Delia briefly locked eyes with Grace and grinned, which was just barely matched before her face was tugged into another kiss. Delia turned back toward Lily, her hands roving all the way up and grabbing at her heart-shaped ass. She groped the plump mounds with firm fingers and pushing palms, pulling Lily down as she bounced up and down. It certainly wasn't necessary with how happily the pink-haired sister moved along her shaft, but Delia couldn't help but help her out just that little bit more, adding a harder edge to the fucking.

"Yes," Lily sighed, "Just what I needed."

Delia squeezed the soft masses of her ass as her hips rose up and down, adoring the way that Lily moved her hips from side to side and back and forth, making her pink walls bulge outward under the weight of her girth. Every inch pushed through her sodden folds and drove hard into the depths of her cunt, aided by jabbing motions on Delia's part. Her hips bucked upward to meet Lily, their flesh clapping together with satisfying, ringing claps, flesh bouncing. Inner walls clamped down hard around her, squishing around her and hugging her tight.

"That's it," Lily sighed, "almost there -"

Delia grinned. "Let's get a bun in that oven hm?"

Lily smiled, eager and horny. She slammed down harder and harder, working herself face, her riding reckless and needy. She was full of self-indulgence as she slammed herself down on the hard pole, chasing her own pleasures and desires, and Delia was really just taken along for the ride - but she hardly minded. She let the pinkette work herself hard on her cock, fingers squeezing her ass and helping her out by tugging her down firmly and deeply, while her hips bucked upward to clap against her pelvis. Her cock squished and squelched as it shifted her inner walls, and juices dripped from her lips.

Her riding was rough and ragged, her pacing hard and eager, and above all, terribly needy. It was no surprise when her peak hit her harder and faster than Delia could have anticipated, as if Lily was a girl that hadn't been satisfied in far too long - or she was just so riled up she needed the relief. Her voice began to cry out as her fingers tightened and her hips tensed, her cunt quivering and rolling, her release hitting her in a powerful wave that was too intense to handle. It made Delia moan in turn, and with the firm contractions and milking motions assaulting her dick, it was too much for her sensitive pole to bear.

"Oh, fuck," Delia exclaimed, eyes squeezing shut as her own peak hit her. Her cock began to pulsate in time with the contracting, milking snatch, thick ropes of semen surging from her tip and surging into the sopping, rippling tunnel. It was drawn from her in gushes and ropes, effortlessly coaxed free by Lily's grasping pussy, which all but begged for her load. The warm baby-batter flowed through her spasming snatch, filling it up just as thoroughly as the other two sisters. "Wow -"

Cum swept through her insides, the sticky ropes plastering themselves over her walls. It coated her walls like it was paint, making them all go white as they were hosed down by virile seed. Her vulnerable channel was stuffed full of cum, baby-batter sweeping through every last inch of her insides, finding purchase in every nook and cranny. She was pumped so full of rich and creamy seed that her walls bulged out around it in random sections, forced outward under the weight of all that semen. More still was pumped into her womb as if straight from the tap, enough to utterly fill her up until there was no space left inside her.

"Oh, that's hot," Grace purred from beside them, having rolled herself around and pinned Daisy underneath her. Violet's lips were on her neck and shoulders, just idly kissing the comparatively most muscular of them, and she made for a very attractive sight when hanging over the former rider's sun-kissed skin. "Watching you fill her up…"

"Isn't it?" Delia giggled, and slapped Lily's ass for good measure. "I think we'll have a new trio of Sensational Sisters soon enough, hm?"

"Yes! Oh, I hope so," Lily exclaimed, still riding the high of her release - it was quick and fast surprisingly so, but the girl didn't look tired in the least.

"We're glad you think so," Delia laughed.

"But, as hot as all this is," Grace purred, once again drawing the elder Ketchum's attention, "I do hope you have some left in you, because I think it's about time for my turn."

"I'm ready to please all my girls," Delia winked, and was still smiling as she sat up, rolled Lily over, pulled her cock free with an obscene slurp, and got ready to go at it all over again.

Chapter 3: Daisy Oak

Summary:

Delia seduces a lonely Daisy Oak. You know. The usual.

Chapter Text

"I'm happy that Ash is doing well," Daisy Oak said, shuffling along the table as she organized a selection of equipment that Delia had quite literally no knowledge of whatsoever, but the young woman handled deftly. "It's good that you two are keeping in touch, you know? Makes the adventure seem more homely, I feel."

"It is, yes," Delia replied, smiling kindly. She drifted along with Daisy, watching the much younger woman go at her work with professionalism and grace that was delightful to behold.

Professor Oak was out of town, and had left the Pokemon Lab in his granddaughter's very capable hands. It wasn't the first time it had happened, of course, and Delia always liked to visit Daisy and give her a little company in the big, empty Lab when she was by herself. She was nice company, and she was quite the looker, too, so it was a win-win in Delia's book. Daisy was long and slender, her body lean and svelte, wrapped up tight in a turtleneck and an unblemished white lab coat. Her brown hair was parted at the center of her forehead in a side-sweep, curling over in a perfect wave with hints of a curl to it. The rest fell down on her shoulders, contrasting neatly with her outfit.

It wasn't just the Professor that was missing, though, but Daisy's brother, Gary, as well. Her little brother was also off on his Pokemon adventure, as Ash's proclaimed rival in arms, and he struck off entirely on his lonesome. It left Daisy alone in all the years that Delia knew her, and she was taking it with mixed results, to say the least. She was lonely, something that Delia - and all of her new girls - were now very familiar with, and not in any good way. But, where Delia and the others had found ways to soothe their emotions, Daisy was still moping around. She didn't show it, to be sure - she was far too kind for that - but it was telling in the lines of her face and the neglected tea on the counter.

It was something that Delia hoped to rectify.

"He recently got his Rainbow Badge," Delia expanded, watching as Daisy shuffled around unused Pokeballs. The life for Pokemon in the labs was transitory, with many coming and going weekly. There was plenty of storage on hand for all of them, and lots of categorization and maintenance that went on. "And Serena is trying at it, still."

"Celadon City already, hm?" Daisy examined a Pokeball intently before setting it down. Her lips were set into a kind grin, the light application of makeup making them sparkle. All of her makeup was tastefully done, with a modest layer of eyeliner and eyeshadow, along with blush and lipstick; enough to be alluringly womanly, but very sparing all around. "That's good progress!"

"Oh, yes," Delia said. "Faster than I'd have thought, but then, they are rather dedicated."

"And he's still with that girl he picked up in Cerulean, yes? Misty?"

"That he is." Delia's eyes drifted down to Daisy's long legs poking through her short, almost clinically professional skirt, and admired the long, supple curves.

"It's so nice that he's able to make such good friends," Daisy said earnestly, and Delia's grin widened knowingly. "Serena and Misty seem like very nice girls to adventure with!"

"They are," Delia replied with a measured tone, trying not to let her amusement show. "The companionship is nice for him, I imagine."

"Yes, It would be quite lonely out there by oneself," Daisy commented, and again, Delia tried not to laugh. She knew, of course, that Ash was almost certainly sleeping with both of them, and if he had half of his mother's genes he was doing so on the regular. Daisy, though, thought it was all on the up-and-up, and she'd keep it that way.

Switching tacts, Delia started up with something else. "I think they'll be stopping there for a bit, staying in the hotel and running around the big city - you know how it is."

"Well, I never spent long there," Daisy hummed, "but I get it - I totally would. The department store is to die for, I have to say."

"That it is!" Delia laughed gently. "Though, I'm sure Ash will be much more fond of the Game Corner -"

"-Oh, yes, that's for sure," Daisy agreed, nodding sagely. "He'd love that."

"I'll see if I can get him to take some pictures," Delia suggested. "It could be fun."

"It would be nice to see him in some capacity." The brunette remained focused on her work, but her actions were measured, her thoughts catching up to her no matter how she tried to bury herself in work. "It's… funny. I've known him for so long that I'm missing him, too."

"Funny, perhaps," Delia giggled. "It's normal to miss people you're close to, and I know for certain that I've been missing Ash something terrible."

"I… do imagine it's worse for you, since he is your son." Daisy smiled. "I suppose I just miss the old days when we were all together, you know?"

"I understand fully," the older woman replied, setting a hand on Daisy's arm and squeezing reassuringly. "Hey, maybe next time I can catch him over the phone, I'll let you talk to him?"

"That would be nice, yes." Daisy brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, and Delia followed the motion.

Delia didn't consider herself a predatory person - that was, she wasn't there to dine and bed anyone she could get her hands on - but Daisy was sad, lonely, and she felt honestly bad for her. A cute young woman like her didn't deserve to be all alone, and she not only needed comforting company, but something to take care of and hold on to - she needed a family of her own. At least, that was what Delia told herself, and she was in the prime position of providing her with that.

"So," she started tentatively, "how's Gary doing?"

At that, Daisy's composure cracked, if only slightly. "I… don't know. I confess that I - I haven't heard from him."

"At all?" Delia frowned.

"Not since his last match with Ash, and that was just because, you know -"

"-I told you, yes." Delia bit her lip. "Ah, I'm sorry. I know how much Gary means to you, but he is fiercely independent-"

"I know," Daisy lamented, "but I've basically raised him, so it's - it's not very nice. I miss him terribly, just as much as you miss Ash, I'm sure, but he's too headstrong to want to call."

"He cares about you, too."

"I know," Daisy repeated, "and he's not doing it on purpose, but he's just so focused on the goal and the adventure that I feel…"

"Left behind?" Delia suggested, and Daisy nodded reluctantly. Her palms were flat against the table and her head hung down, hair flopping forward.

"Yes." She shook her head. "I just - I miss him. I hope he's doing well, you know? And that he's having as much fun as Ash is. He's just all alone, and -"

"He's got his Pokemon," Delia assured her. "He's not alone."

"I barely even know who's on his team," the young woman lamented, and Delia patted her shoulder reassuringly. Her other hand squeezed at her arm, unsubtly feeling her up.

"It's okay, Daisy," Delia cooed, and tugged her in closer for a full hug, arms wrapped tight around her body. Daisy settled into it easily, because she and Delia were comfortable and close, as neighbours were. She'd known Daisy since she was young, and she'd watched her blossom into a gorgeous young woman. She wouldn't deny that she'd had one or two thoughts about her before, but she'd never taken them seriously - not until now. "It's fine. He's just busy being the best he can be, and I'm sure he's doing great."

"I know, but -" She stopped, and sighed. "I'm acting silly. I'm sorry, Delia, this is unbecoming of me."

"Not at all," Delia chirped. "It's natural for you to long for your brother, when you've essentially raised him. I was the same with Ash, Grace was the same with Serena, and I know that Misty's sisters are in the exact same boat as you - but we're coping."

The brunette licked her lips. "...May I ask how? It doesn't seem… easy."

Delia's lips twitched. "It's just longing, you understand, for your children - or siblings, in this case. But they grow up, and you have to let go - and find something else to focus on, to make up for it. Fill the void, as it were."

Daisy frowned. "I don't know if I quite understand, Delia?"

"Ah, you know - adult things."

Another frown. "I... still don't follow, Delia."

Delia chuckled under her breath. "Adult things - bedroom things, Daisy."

"You -" Her eyes widened fractionally. "Oh. You - oh."

She smiled. "Grace - you know Grace, yes? - She's had some rather clever ideas. The intimacy of another is quite soothing, you know?"

Daisy blushed. "I confess I don't, Delia."

"You don't?" Delia blinked innocently, trying to hide her grin. "Ah, that's a shame, Daisy. You really should try it; it's extremely comforting, and it really soothes all those longing aches."

The blush got a little more fierce. "O-Oh. Is that so?"

"Mhm." Delia smiled a little wider. "Say - have you ever heard of Empty Nest Syndrome?"

A brief frown passed over the young woman's face as the analytical part of her mind kicked into gear. "I - well, yes. It's when a parent of young feels loneliness after their children leave home for the first time, common amongst humans and certain Pokemon species -"

"Just like us, huh?"

"I -" Daisy paused again. "I - well, I suppose so."

"And you know what the solutions for Empty Nest Syndrome are, don't you?"

"...Keep in contact?"

"Yes, but -"

"Ah - find a support group?"

Delia chuckled under her breath. "Yes - a nice, supporting group. That's what Grace and I have been setting up, you see, because her ideas are really rather soothing. It doesn't make one feel so alone when you've got intimate company, you see."

Daisy swallowed thickly. "But that's not really helping the issue, is it?"

"Isn't it?" Delia still had Daisy wrapped in a hug, and she brought the girl closer still, gently rubbing at her flanks. "What more could one ask for? All you need is someone to take your mind off things, make you feel good for a bit. As the Professor's helper and such a vaunted Pokemon aficionado, surely you know that one can't go without intimacy and loving care?"

"That's… partially true, yes." Daisy bit her lip.

"It's like raising a Pokemon's affection," Delia purred. "Requires a loving touch and lots of physical activity. And, really, is that such a bad solution?"

Daisy ran her tongue over her lips, right over the spot she'd been biting. "I… suppose not. Theoretically."

"Does it have to be theoretically?" Delia wasn't really hugging her, not anymore. Her hand was lightly caressing her sides and rubbing over the flat plane of her tummy, her movements both motherly and sensuous, making Daisy shiver. "You're always so kind, taking care of other people and their Pokemon, making sure they're happy - you should let yourself be taken care of, for once. Get rid of that ache, that loneliness, you know?"

"I…" She sucked at her lip, this time. "Well, I suppose so…"

"And I'd love to help you," Delia purred, her voice thick. "I'm good at taking care of others - as a mother, you see, and I'd love to help you relax." Her hand stroked at Daisy's hair, gently guiding her until they were face to face. "How does that sound, Daisy?"

"Maybe," was what Daisy settled on, after a few tense moments. "Maybe - maybe later, we could, uhm, reconvene at my place - for tea! For tea, you know -"

"Later?" Delia giggled. "Why not now?"

Daisy gasped. "This is the Pokemon Lab -"

"-And no one's here but us," Delia followed up, her hand tracing along her body. Her hand rose up, sliding up the length of her body, and she felt Daisy squirm.

"...My Grandfather wouldn't be happy."

"No one would know," Delia followed. "Big place, thick walls… it's just us, and just you time."

"Well, maybe…" She looked around. "Just for a bit…"

--

Daisy was soft and earnest, and above all, quiet. She shuffled and shivered against Delia as she tugged her turtleneck off, the girl anxiously looking left and right and trying not to make a sound - even though there was quite literally no one else around at all with Professor Oak gone, and she had all the real authority in the place, anyhow. It was extremely cute to Delia, and she couldnèt help but chuckle as she stripped the younger woman's torso bare.

"Cute," Delia commented, plucking at Daisy's flowery green bra, and the slender girl shivered.

"Delia," she pouted, "don't tease."

"I'm not teasing," Delia giggled, leaning in. Her lips went down on the curve of Daisy's neck, landing with a soft whisper of skin and pressing down firmly. She felt Daisy's breath hike as her mouth landed firmly against her white skin, and with a smile on her lips, Delia planted a soft kiss on the unblemished surface. It was light and soft as befitted a girl like her, but it didn't lack intensity at all. Daisy mewled, and taking it as a good sign, Delia continued on her downward crawl, sweeping down the curve of her neck in a series of fluttering kisses that teased her smooth skin and left her whimpering.

"Delia," she sighed, her face scrunched up and tight, and the older woman merely smiled. Down she went, leaving little wet marks against her skin, but it wasn't a sloppy make-out session with her neck at all; it was light and tentative, easing Daisy into it one kiss at a time, working at the sensitive spots instead of going all-out. It bore fruit with each little sight and whimper, and as Delia laid in closer, firmer, her lips suckling at the smooth, white skin, the sounds got more intense.

Her neck was long and narrow, and it offered a decent canvas to work on as she steadily made her way downward. Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, she made Daisy's flesh prickle and the little hairs stand up, her arousal flaring - but it wasn't even close to how hard Delia was at the moment, how her stiffness strained at her dress. Just the thought of being with a cute girl like Daisy was enough to make her cock ruse and fill out, her desire evident, but Daisy's eyes remained locked upward, not even noticing the stiffness poking into her thigh.

Delia's hands danced on her skin, her lips moving down to suckle at the crook of her neck and over to her slim collarbones. her other hand moved back and snapped at the lines of Daisy's bra, the movements, at first, careful and probing. She tested Daisy's limits, growing bolder the further she travelled, and soon her fingers were plucking at the clasp of her bra. It didn't take long for her to pop it open and make the bra bounce, and just as quickly she stripped it off the girl's slender frame, leaving her torso entirely bare.

"O-oh!" Daisy stuttered. "Y-you're quick."

"Plenty of experience," Delia hummed. "Now, let mommy take care of you, yes?"

Down her mouth went, kissing over the teardrop-shaped slope of her breast while the girl murmured a, "sure."

Her lips were like fire on Daisy's skin, making the girl squirm as they danced over the soft mounds of her breasts. They were only modest handfuls, but perky and with rosy nipples, and then ran her mouth over them firmly and openly. She didn't use her teeth, only the softness of her mouth and the velvet length of her tongue, and quickly wrapped both around one of the satisfyingly stiff nipples. She tugged it into her mouth with a lewd slurp and suckled hard, her cheeks hollowing out. One hand came up and planted itself on her other breasts, her intention to give them both equal treatment, and Daisy squirmed.

Her other hand slipped down the length of her torso, over the flat plane of her stomach and toward her abdomen. She felt Daisy's breathing jump up even higher, a whimper in her voice, and as Delia's hand probed at the entrance of her skirt, it got even louder. Delia was bold, the touch of her hand reassuringly firm in a motherly sort of way - something Daisy sorely needed right then, and she was acceptant of her touch, even when it got scandalously low. She didn't protest as it slipped under her skirt, the fingers probing her smooth, dainty skin, getting lower and lower.

Delia's mouth switched nipples as her fingers plucked at the waistband of her panties and slipped under, and Daisy's face turned a cute shade of pink - but she said nothing, and her moans only rose up in higher and higher lilts the lower she went. Her mouth sucked hard on her nipples, her mouth pulling at more breastflesh and tugging it into her mouth as best as she could, while the other squeezed and caressed the firm, dainty mound. Daisy made cute little noises the longer it went on, and once Delia's hands prodded at the top of her pussy, the girl positively squealed.

"Oh!" Daisy moaned. "D-Delia -"

Her fingers drove in deeper, sliding down through the plush outer lips and sweeping through the soft, spongy mass. They ran through the girl's petals, running along the vivid, flushed folds, and she was pleased to find them engorged with arousal. They squished wetly under her probing fingers, getting wetter the harder she moved, and so the more she pressed down. She didn't do much more than prod and rub, exploring the length of her slit while her mouth played with her breasts, but it was more than enough to leave the brunette moaning.

"A-ah!" Daisy bit her lip as the older mother's fingers pushed in firmly, grinding against her lower lips. She circled through the fleshy hood surrounding Daisy's clit and applied a modest amount of pressure, and it was more than enough to make the girl jump up and whine, much to Delia's enjoyment. But still, even as pleasure rolled through Daisy, she was calm and measured, her voice quiet and low - or so she struggled to keep it so.

"Let me hear those sounds, cutie," Delia purred, leaning in comfortably close. She'd pulled off her breast to admire her expression, and she had a pleasant grin on her lips. "Don't be shy, now."

"W-what if someone - ?"

"There's no one here," Delia assured, making herself sound as confident as possible. Her voice was comforting and smooth, and she had enough inflection in it to make the girl shiver - she was clearly susceptible to a firm, motherly touch, and with a MILF like Delia working at her, she was positively helpless. Each touch made her moan and groan all the more, though she tried to keep it under a reserved whimper - and Delia enjoyed teasing it all out of her with each touch and prod.

She worked at her body like it was a harp, stroking her body with firm fingers and strong touches, running up and down along the length of her body and through the plump slickness of her folds. The pink flesh was caressed as she pushed into it, driving her fingers through the softness and into the tighter sections of her petals, seeking to make Daisy moan louder. Her mouth once more latched itself into the crook of her neck, her nose practically nuzzling into the flesh as she licked and kissed, running her tongue over the wet patches her mouth left.

Daisy sighed and whimpered, one hand bracing herself against the table and the other reaching up to lightly grab at Delia's auburn hair. She clearly wasn't sure what to do with her hands when her body was being both kissed and touched, and so Delia - like the kindly mother she was - grabbed the hand on the table and brought it up to her own chest, allowing Daisy to palm her chest through the cloth. She was still hesitant, but Delia kept her hand set against her chest, squeezing down on the back of her hand and guiding her along, letting her squeeze her properly.

"How does that feel, Daisy?" Delia cooed against her jawline, and the girl shuddered out a sigh.

"Nice," she said. "Very nice."

Delia ran her tongue over her lips. "Would you like to make me feel nice, too? And then I'll be nice and ready to take those aches away from you."

Daisy blinked in a moment of confusion, but it was soon quickly clear when she noticed Delia's raging hardness in her dress, and a soft puff of excitement left her lips. "I suppose I should… to help you, you see…"

"Of course," Delia assured with a purr. "You're terribly kind, Daisy."

Daisy bit her lip, lowering herself to her knees as the older woman's hands retracted from her body. Cautious though her words were, she was clearly excited to go along with it, to throw herself into the pleasure that Delia was offering her - or maybe, she was just so craving of companionship that she needed it. Delia could not recall seeing the girl with... Anyone, in a very long time, and as kindly as the girl was, it was the kind of thing that certainly left her tightly-wound. Delia was just the perfect person for her to unwind with, and she was clearly realizing it.

"Good girl," she cooed, watching intently as Daisy dropped down without anything close to hesitation - modest though the girl was, she was horny and needy, and Delia was willing to let her - let them both - indulge.

Her staring was broken for a brief moment as she quickly tugged at her dress, tugging it up and over her head. She tossed it to the side without a care, watching as the brunette beheld her cock with wide, impressed eyes. Delia was large and thick, and it certainly appeared to be a surprise for Daisy, and not one she was quite accustomed to seeing. She didn't look like she was perturbed by her size, though, and she didn't shy away from it at all - in fact, she looked fascinated.

Her hands tentatively touched the throbbing surface, and Delia let out a soft sigh. Her hands were smooth and delicate, and the skin felt delightful against her cockmeat. As her palms settled in around the fat spear of a cock the sensation was heightened, feeling as if she was wrapped up in silk that caressed her evenly. She sighed as Daisy settled in with her tentative, probing hands, her cock fluttering in her grasp, watching as the girl wrapped her fingers fully along the engorged girth.

"That's it, Daisy," Delia urged. "You've got it…"

Her hands wrapped around it entirely, surrounding it in a cage of milky white fingers and smooth palms that moulded to the flanks of her girth. Her face looked concentrated as she beheld the shaft, and when she slowly ran her hands up and down in a tentative motion, taking in the feel of her length. She was testing it, working its heft and size, watching the slab of cockmeat roll between her fingers as she stroked it. Delia moaned at her touch, as even though it was simple and easy, it was more than enough for her to take pleasure. Daisy, though, saw it as a task, and as her brow furrowed in concentration, she worked at the cock with broad strokes of her hands.

"It's so big," the girl marvelled. "I didn't know that - well -"

"It is," Delia groaned, "and it'll be all for you, Daisy. I'm going to make sure you feel very nice with it, trust me."

"Yes," Daisy sighed, "please."

Her hands stroked firmly, her fingers wrapping tighter as she understood the weight and heft of the cock. She moved from the throbbing midsection along to the tip and back again, not quite travelling the full length but doing a remarkable job with what she could manage. She moved along at a quick pace, her hands gliding along the many girthy inches, the veins throbbing under her palms. Down she went, her hands rolling, her eyes widening with fascination as her head dipped in closer.

"That's nice," Delia groaned. "But maybe you should wrap those lips around it, hm?"

"Yeah," Daisy murmured, almost distantly. She looked utterly fascinated, and it sent tingles through Delia. "Let me just - taste it, for a bit -"

"That's all I can ask for," Delia cooed, her hand coming down to brush at the brunette's side-swept hair.

Daisy's lips brushed up against the side of the cock, and Delia sighed again. Her lips were as soft as her skin and remarkably plush, and when they pressed against the side of her dick, it pulsed with satisfaction. She groaned aloud as Daisy pushed against her a little more solidly, rubbing her mouth against the side of her shaft, the soft lips squishing down - and then she pressed harder still, as if reservations were slowly crumbling. She ran down the length of the dick just as her hands had, and where her hands were now secured around the bottom sections of the fat meat, her lips now had free reign to slide along as she wished.

Her lips puckered out as she began to kiss along the shaft, moving down with intense concentration. Her lips flattened as she pressed in firmly, clearly not holding anything back as she suckled at pale, dense cockmeat with surprising intensity. Her hands pumped up instead of remaining still, and Delia sighed at the unexpected but satisfying combination of hands and lips. Daisy wasn't sloppy in her work, not yet, but she eagerly kissed along the vascular cockmeat, getting further and further into it the longer she worked. Her nose soon nuzzled in, scraping against the topmost sections of the beefy dick, while her fingers wrapped tight and pumped hard, enveloping her shaft in a clamping embrace that sent a tingle down to her balls.

"Oh, my," Delia moaned, her hand stroking tenderly at her brunette hair. "You must be a natural, Daisy."

"You have to know how to give people proper affection," she whispered against the slab of cockmeat, her breath washing over it in a spine-tingling huff. "Make them like you more."

"And you're amazing at it," Delia giggled, biting her lip and staring down.

Daisy's tongue poked out from between her pretty pink lips, and tentatively licked the shaft - a soft and fluttering lick that barely covered an inch, but it did feel nice, and Delia wasn't shy to show her appreciation by moaning. She wasn't sure if that gave her confidence, or the simple act of licking instilled something in her, as her next lick was fuller, bolder, running the slimy muscle over a larger section of cockmeat. She licked across the heaving flanks, running the flat of her tongue over it in a sweep, and then did so again, swiping up along the shaft as if she were a Gastly.

She dove down almost hungrily, and it surprised Delia just how eager she was in so short a span of time. She went down on her with greater intensity, sliding her tongue along the fat shaft, working it with her tongue and rising up the length of it with licks and slurps. She ran the broad flat of it over the vascular underside, sliding across a large swathe of the dick and leaving it dripping with saliva . Delia's hand stroked at her hair as she laid into her dick with lewd slurps and licks, her tongue lapping at it eagerly, occasionally punctuating it with kisses.

Her hand stroked at the same time, sliding along the hard slab of cockmeat with a strong grip, such that saliva was sent squelching through her velvety palms. It bubbled up in her grip, slurping through her fingers and dripping down, and as Daisy licked and ran her lips over it, she left more saliva in her wake - and it was all swept up by her pumping hands. Her tongue almost wrapped around her girth as she licked it, her lips moulding to the throbbing sides, her pace hot and heavy and above all, needy.

"Ahhh… that's it…" Delia sighed, still stroking her brown hair. "Good girl…"

Daisy moved up toward the tip of her obelisk, rubbing her mouth against it. At first she just rubbed her lips against it, her tongue running across it in a long, lewd lick, but just as quickly her laps were wrapping around it. She secured herself around the thick ridge with her plump lips, her mouth surrounding it in a pleasantly warm haze. Down she went, her head diving down on the thick cockmeat inside her mouth, taking it into the warm cavern with her tongue ready to greet it. She was so heartwarmingly eager that Delia was taken entirely back, but she cooed contentedly and stroked her hair, gently reassuring her as she gobbled up her hard cock.

Saliva squelched within her mouth as cock pushed through it, sliding it over the carpet of her tongue. Her tongue never remained still, though, and it was like she was trying to lick the cock and caress it at the same time. Her hands stroked at the same time, tugging and pulling at the hard cock, her palms rotating around the girth and making the creamy skin stretch. Her head moved down toward her rising hands, more of the dick stretching out her cheeks and making her jaw stretch, but her lips remained tightly wrapped, like two soft cushions.

"Mhmmm…" Delia hummed. "That's amazing, Daisy - oh -"

Daisy took a handful of inches into her mouth, easily a third of the hard cock, her tongue twirling and stroking all the while. She licked idly at the skin, no rhyme or reason to the motions she made, but sweeping along it eagerly all the same - she was just moving to move, licking because she was hungry for it, running over the many throbbing inches happily. Her mouth sucked all the while, pulling in the saliva she was depositing with vacuuming slurps, and the rumbling of the act made her girldick flutter.

Still, saliva drooled down around the fat head and over the creamy girth, and while some it began to drip down to the floor, a large amount was swept up by her pumping and stroking hands. It didn't make much of a difference, amusingly enough, but the sounds began more obscene - lewd squelching and rolling, a shifting of liquid and juices that were loud to the ears, and it bubbled out thickly. Her head bobbed at the same time, pulling off the fat shaft before sweeping back down again, her hands moving in rough timing with her head - rotating and pulling, stroking in a cyclical rhythm, tugging all the while.

Her hands were tight, squeezing comfortably tightly, and her lips were wrapped so tight that it left Delia breathless. Her head dove down again and again eagerly, her mouth slurping up the hard shaft and making her jaw stretch out wider and wider as it shoved in deep. Her tongue lapped at the hard, dense flesh, drawing random patterns into the creamy cockmeat, with saliva dripping from her lips all the while. She gobbled up as much as she could, diving down at a brisk pace that didn't seem to fit the kindly girl, but Delia wasn't complaining as she simply enjoyed it.

She continued to pet her hair, fingers scratching her scalp, while her other hand quickly and deftly unhooked her own bra. Her larger, motherly mounds were allowed to bounce free, and they rested heavily on her chest as she breathed in and out with almost panting breaths, her teeth digging into her lower lip. She watched as the girl on her knees bobbed her head, watching as her lips stretched wide and her cock disappeared between them, and listened to the wet slurping and squelching that rang out louder than any moans she might have made.

It was oh-so-satisfying, but it made Delia's balls ache with another desire - one to bury herself balls-deep inside a girl, to slam herself inside and just let loose, and she didn't want to wait any longer. "You're so good at this, Daisy."

Daisy gurgled around her cock, and Delia smiled. "You're making me feel really good - but allow me to return the favour."

She brushed at her head as Daisy pulled off with a wet pop and a shifting of too-thick drool, and made a lewd slurping noise as she tried to suck up all her saliva. "Please - yes, please."

"Then get up on that table, Daisy," Delia murmured, "And let me take good care of you."

"Yes," Daisy panted again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand with haste. She rose up far more eagerly than Delia could have predicted, but then, everything had been more eager than she could have predicted, and quickly hopped up onto the table carrying lab equipment and Pokeballs - some filled, some not. "Yes -"

Strangest place I've ever fucked , Delia chuckled internally, her hands tugging at Daisy's skirt and bringing it down her long, slender legs. Guess I'm fucking my way around Pallet Town…

She was still chuckling as she brought Daisy's panties down her legs as well, leaving her flushed and aching folds bare. She licked her lips at the sight of her naked petals, admiring the juice glistening on them, and knew that Daisy was just as ready for this as she was - and Delia certainly wasn't going to disappoint. She slapped her now glistening slab of cockmeat down against her spongey folds, and the younger girl almost instinctively yelped - but she also spread her legs out wider, her hands grasping the edge of the table and wrapping firmly around it.

"Here we go," Delia murmured, setting her thick head against her slick lower entrance. Daisy whined as she applied pressure, grinding her head against the wet petals guarding her inner tunnel, and gradually pushed on through them. Warm, clinging lips hugged the head of her dick, and as she drove herself into the warm tunnel beyond, her head was soon caressed by even tighter and firmer walls of soft pink. "O-h, yes -"

"G-gosh," Daisy whined, her pink lips parted in a gasp.

"I'm going to make you feel good, Daisy," Delia promised, setting her hands on the younger woman's hips and holding her close. With the brunette sitting upright on the table the two were face-to-face, their bodies not that far apart at all, and the older woman had a good view of the blush on her cheeks and the rise and fall of her chest.

Daisy didn't respond, but she gasped as the cock slid in deeper, her hips pushing in with a strong motion. Her hips rolled, her stomach flexing, her cock pushing through her slick folds and pushing on through. She delved into her inner warmth, and the older MILF sighed with bliss as the comforting heat assaulting her cock like a bath of warmth. The velvety tract of her pussy greeted her hungrily, her walls caressing her dick and fluttering around her length. Delia was so wet from the blowjob and Daisy was so needy that there was no trouble in penetration, just a smooth, easy push into her body. The girl groaned as she was filled up, her cunt contracting down around the meat-log driving inside, and soon liquid was bubbling out around it.

"You're so wet," Delia praised, leaning in and smiling. Daisy flushed, but didn't at all seem displeased - nothing seemed to displease her. "See? You needed this, Daisy, and I'm so glad I could help."

Daisy panted as the cock pushed into her warmth, drilling through her velvety walls. They stretched and bent around her as she pushed in deeper, driving her shaft like an iron-hard spear, impaling her with her cock. She used the handholds of her hips to drag her back, steadying herself as her hips rolled and sent her cock through her tight walls, parting them with liquid ease; juices and saliva dribbled out around her, creating a slick pool underneath her vascular shaft. The deeper she pushed the more came bubbling out, until a few thin streams slipped over her wide-stretched pussy lips, as thick and generous as honey.

Delia was soon pulling back out, her hips jerking as she extracted her cock. She had no wish to shove her full of cock all at once, and she wanted to work at her evenly and fairly - and so she did by bringing her hips backward and letting her cock slide out of the juicy snatch, letting the liquid follow along in a slurpy rush. The tight, warm walls hugged her evenly, gripping her throbbing meat and caressing her even as she tried to pull out. Her inner walls clung to the cock desperately, having gone for too long without something big enough to stretch her out, and Delia was proud that she was the one that could help Daisy with that need and longing.

She was also happy to just be fucking the gorgeous young neighbour, though, so Delia was sure she was biased. All the same, her hips pushed back in once her head was the only thing left inside her spongey entrance, the test of her girth hanging outside and dripping with liquids. She pushed back in smoothly, her girldick pushing into the pink channel that was waiting for her, and the flesh squished wetly around her. Her snug walls gripped her firmly as she drove herself deeper than before, spearing her folds and spreading her out nice and wide, with her bulbous cockhead leading the charge.

Her cock was as hard as a Steel-Type, so thick and meaty that Daisy's inner walls could barely cope. They squished down around her, clamping tight and shifting wetly, doing little more than clinging to the meat as it pushed on through. Every vein throbbed and pulsed, and Daisy could feel all of it - every last sensation emanating from her girldick, and it left her sighing. She was more liberal with her moans as the cock was tugged back out, the pliable cunt bending and shifting with lewd, wet noises, liquids gushing out as she worked herself back and forth.

"You are a tight little thing," Delia groaned, biting her lip hard. "You feel so nice around me."

"Yes," Daisy gasped. "You feel so much nicer, D-Delia - you're filling me out so well, I - I can't believe how much - !"

Delia grunted as her hips rotated smoothly, working her cock back and forth through the snug expanse of her sheath. Daisy's body shifted each time her cock slipped in and out, with her outer folds hugging tighter and tighter with each repetition. Her bulbous head slipped against the textured walls of her cunt, slipping and sliding at angles that made her coo and cry, and soon Delia's hips were clapping against Daisy's core with satisfying thwaps and slaps. Her thighs caressed Delia's thicker ones, eagerly accepting every hard and firm push of her hips that slapped against her core.

"So hard and thick," Daisy was soon gasping, her eyes almost hazy. Her arms, which had been bracing her upper body by grabbing the edge of the table with a white-knuckled grip, soon tossed themselves around Delia's neck in a Pokemon-like hug that tugged her in closer. " Ngh - yes, yes -"

Delia was chuckling even as she shoved the girl full of hard, dense cock, adoring the way her snug snatch so tightly gripped onto her. She drove herself inside with full-bodied thrusts, her thick balls swinging and clapping down against her lower entrance with loud, satisfying smacks, while her hips met the younger woman's with the same ringing force. The smacks of flesh on flesh echoed out as the hammered into the younger girl, her buxom MILF frame sent into smacks and trembles, the curves alight with motion as her body rocked forward. She eagerly drove herself into the tight cunt that was so willing for her, driving it in as deep as she could manage, groaning all the while.

The brunette wasn't taking it lying down, not at all. Her pelvis bucked and rolled, smoothly impaling herself on the hard, fat cock, despite her relative lack of experience - compared to Delia, at least. She was almost actively fucking herself onto the descending slab of cockmeat, her hips moving up and down and side to side, rising up to meet it. The thuds that echoed out when their flesh met took on a harder edge as Daisy slammed herself onto the pistoning shaft of cockmeat, her insides fluttering and rebounding as the hard strokes stretched her out to the point of bulging.

Soon Daisy's legs were wrapped around her hips, having been thrown up in a fit of effort and matching her wrapping arms. She held Delia in a tight embrace, and each time the older mother slammed into her needy cunt and speared her hot folds wide, her legs tightened and pulled her in deeper. The combination of Daisy's bucking hips and pulling legs left Delia in a haze of delight, her cock tingling and burning with sensation that was only heightened as it dragged on. The brunette's insides shifted wetly as the ragged jabs of her hips made them bend and fold around her throbbing girth, and the pleasure of all that warm flesh wrapping around her cock and squishing down was enough to wear her thin.

Daisy wasn't done with that, either. Their positions set Delia's breasts almost at eye-level, and soon the call of the tantalizing mass of breastflesh was too much for her to resist - after all, Delia's breasts were large and motherly, dipping under their weight, and the flesh was as soft as sin. The brunette's head leaned in and, just as Delia had done earlier, her lips wrapped around a hard nipple hungrily; but unlike Delia, when she began to suck, she did so furiously, her cheeks hollowing out as if she were sucking cock. It made Delia gasp and groan; it was like she was trying to draw out milk with how hard she suckled, as if she were a babe drinking from her breast, and it left her in shivers.

"Fuck," she swore, watching as Daisy sucked at her breast while her hips rolled and her legs pulled - she was an expert multitasker. "That is so hot."

She slammed in with force, her hips bouncing off Daisy's pelvis. The silken embrace of her cunt was delightful, each thrust greeted by her tightness, and she worked herself grader and faster, her strokes long and deep. They weren't even strokes, not when she was captured in the cage of limbs, but as she plunged her cock into the sopping heat of her pussy over and over, it proved more than satisfying. The breast not captured between the girl's lips bounced and jiggled, and occasionally the plump mound even slapped against the side of her face as it bounced too far, but Daisy didn't even seem to notice it.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Delia drawled, a husky moan in her voice, and Daisy nodded while still suckling at her tit. Her hands wormed around her shoulders and kept Delia secure, and with her legs locked tight and her ankles digging into the small of her back, she felt like she could barely shift free. "I've always thought you were gorgeous. I've wanted to nail you for a little while, now."

Daisy popped free of her nipple with a wet noise, and ran her tongue over her lips. "And I've always wanted to come over to your place and let you take me in your bed."

Delia's heart thumped, and her lips split into a grin. "Naughty girl."

"I can't help myself," Daisy gasped, her mouth travelling over to Delia's other breast in a series of wet kisses. Her words were muffled as she tried to both kiss and talk at the same time, but she was still perfectly audible. "You're beautiful, and you're so… potent."

Ah, Delia thought with self-satisfaction. Good old Ketchum genes.

She worked her cock in with greater force and intensity, her balls thrumming with need. She slammed into Daisy's body with full-bodied thrusts that made her jump up on the table and sent the objects on top of it into a shaking frenzy, and the risk of something falling became high - but Daisy didn't seem to mind, because she was riding along with it actively, her hips bucking in turn and her limbs squeezing. She kissed and licked at Delia's fat breasts, making out with them actively, while her hands pulled at her shoulders to bring her in deeper.

Soon, it was too much for Delia to bear, and sweat prickled at her eyes. Her face was a mask of concentration as she slammed herself inside with deep thrusts and meaty claps, both of their skin getting red under the relentless fucking, while her balls began to pulse with the overwhelming urge to let loose inside the tight cunt - a call that she was hard-pressed to resist.

"Can I tell you another secret?" Delia groaned into the younger girl's ear, "About how all of us oh-so-lonely guardians have been dealing with the loss?"

Daisy nodded happily.

"We've been making plenty more babies to make up for the children setting off on their adventures," she explained in ragged tones. "I've been knocking up all the needy, lonely mothers and sisters - breeding new children in their nice little wombs."

She leaned in even more, her cock hammering in mind-numbingly hard. "How does that sound, Daisy? Want me to fill you up with a nice, new little brother?"

It might not have been exactly fair to ask Daisy when she was so lost in lust and desire, her own body running dangerously hot, but regardless of the reasoning, her question was met with clear, gleeful approval. "Yes! Oh, yes, please, Delia - !"

That was all Delia needed, and soon she was slamming herself in balls-deep with a lusty groan on her lips. "Then let's - Ah! - get rid of that empty nest of yours - Ngh !"

Daisy cried out in glee, her own cunt soon clamping down violently hard as Delia's orgasm triggered her own. All it did was provide a new level of tightness assaulting her cock, but the MILF was so focused on her impregnation that she only dimly registered it; she held herself firm, fingers tight around her waistline and her cock buried in to the hilt, her fat sperm-factories swelling and rising up, tensing with churning seed. Her cock throbbed and spat out semen, all thick and hot and warm, coming out in an impossible intense rush of fluid that instantly battered Daisy's womb in a deluge of white.

The girl's cries got louder, now shamelessly filling the Lab with her exultations of pleasure. Her hips were still bucking and grinding as Delia held still and pumped her virile seed deep into her cunt by the loadful, emptying out every last drop that was contained inside the swollen sperm-factories until her pussy was choke-full of the potent, impregnating liquid. Every last bit of it found purchase inside of her vulnerable body, seeding itself into her womb and flowing through her inner tunnel until there was no space left; she was utterly filled to the brim with seed, her snatch full of gooey, white fluid.

Still her hips rolled and bucked, churning the virile substance inside of her into a sloppy mixture as she tried to ride out the after throes of her own release. She didn't even mind that Delia had just pumped enough cum inside her to give her twins; she took it all with a needy smile and an eager display, and Delia was left grinning and panting in equal measure. She wiped the sweat from her eyes as her fat chest heaved up and down, the sight of her mewling conquest so cute in front of her, and ran her tongue over her lips.

"How was -"

"Amazing," Daisy interrupted, her body still quivering, despite it all. Her teardrop-shaped breasts were heaving just as much as Delia's, and she reached out to grope one while imagining what it would be like when full of mother's milk. "Just - wow, so amazing -"

The mother grinned self-confidently, but the younger of the two wasn't done.

"But maybe," she panted, "We should go again, just to make sure it took?"

Her grin got wider. "Most definitely."

Chapter 4: Nurse Joy

Summary:

Delia fucks a Nurse Joy.

Chapter Text

The Sensational Sisters really were sensational, Delia soon learned. They weren't all hesitant to throw themselves into the heat of sex, and as befitted girls their age, they were firecrackers between the sheets. Delia could barely keep up with their stamina, even though she visited them once a week - Grace tagging along, of course - for a little 'soothing session' where they talked and bonded over their missing youth - and then messily made more of them all over the house.

A month in, and both they and Grace were starting to show. It was a cute thing - little bumps, but well on their way to bearing Delia's children; a thought that got her hot and bothered without fail. It was a sexy sight, and the Sensational Sisters didn't disappoint whenever she came around. They couldn't seem to get enough of her, and it left her almost feeling winded each and every time. Sometimes, she liked to stay the night - sometimes even fucking through it, wasting away the hours with indulgent lovemaking.

On this night, however, Delia was out and about, leaving Grace in their careful company. Grace, though lacking the dick they seemed to crave like it was a Poketreat, was more than capable of working through the girls, and she handled it like a stud put out to pasture - it was amusing, but just as sexy to watch. Delia, however, had errands to run, and had spent most of the evening searching around Cerulean City for the stuff she needed - goods, items, a few cooking implements, and the like; stuff she could only find in a City.

She reckoned that they wouldn't be heading back home, but that didn't mean she could be efficient. She was an older woman, after all, and with a good head on her shoulders - she'd had some fun, and now it was time to be practical. With a few bags in the crook of her arms she walked down from store to store, working her way through the list of 'things she needed', while playing the gorgeous scenes of sex over in her mind.

Ultimately, it let her right outside of a Pokemon Center. The recent trend of stocking them up with goods in the vein of the slowly lessening Pokemarts was a good way to save time, even for someone who didn't focus on Pokemon battling like Delia. There was stuff on her list that Grace had wanted, and a few basic supplies she could make use of, too, and so that was her next stop for the night.

It was with a curious eye that she looked at the we're open! sign on the door, and the hours of operations set right beside it. A curiosity, because she was under the assumption that the Centers were open twenty-four hours - but she pushed it aside as merely a curiosity, and stepped inside. It was arranged exactly as any other Pokemon Center was, with clean tiles in the shape of a Pokeball on the floor, bright lines shining over the cream and white tiling, and shelves set up in crisp lines. The far end was the infamous counter itself, lined with a red and washed in white, and beyond which were the marvels of machinery that restored Pokemon to full health.

There was no one else in the building, a cursory glance revealed. No one, save for the long Nurse standing dutifully behind the counter, her face bright and peppy but with a strange puffiness to her eyes that made Delia's brow furrowed in concern. The woman smiled brightly on her arrival and bowed her head, but, thankfully, didn't shout out a greeting - that was always awkward, in her opinion.

Delia didn't think much of any of it. She moved her way to the aisles and quickly collected what she needed - a few Medicines here, some Salves and Proteins there, and a few other things besides - and set it all into a neat basket that sat at the foot of each aisle in a nice compartment. She hummed to herself as she went about her shopping, and was still humming as she stepped up to the counter, a bright and earnest look in her eye.

"Hello!" The Nurse Joy said amicably, bowing her head for a second time. She looked exactly as all the other Nurses did, to a truly uncanny degree. Her hair was pink and bundled as seemed to be scripture in their Region - the same shade and the same style, down to a T. Her face was round and beaming, her cheeks shining youthfully despite clearly being of a similar age to Delia herself, and her chin was neatly pointed.

Delia, against herself - or, perhaps, in line with her hungrier, hornier nature - scanned her eyes down the bits of Nurse Joy that weren't masked by the countertop. She was an older Joy, which wasn't out of the norm, but it meant that she filled out the pink-and-white uniform more than the younger ones did. Her chest was a tad larger than Delia's herself, fitting neatly against the front of her poofy dress and the white tunic set over it, with just enough side-boob present for her to be appreciative. Her waist was wide; soft-looking, if she were to put a word on it, and flared into nice-looking hips.

Her eyes flicked back up before the moment could get awkward, and she smiled. "Hello!"

She deposited the contents of her basket out on the counter, in front of the smiling Joy. The woman's smile was unfailing, but there was a tightness to the curve of her lips and the crinkle in her eye that made it seem less than genuine. Delia was concerned, and her interest piqued - but the Nurse merely inclined her head in a dutiful and business-like manner.

"Is this all?"

"Er - yes." Delia crinkled her nose. Without anyone else manning the registers it was left to the Joy, who was seemingly Nurse and cashier both. Nurse Joy nodded, and began to somewhat haphazardly swipe at the objects, running them through. "...Forgive me for asking, but I normally don't, uh, see Nurses doing check-out?"

"We're understaffed at present," said the Joy, her voice bright and bubbly but somehow wavering.

Delia pursed her lips. "That's the reason for the, uh, sign in the window?"

Nurse Joy peered over Delia's shoulder before nodding. "Oh. Yes, we're not open twenty-four hours. It's - it's just me working! So I can't stay all day."

"Just you?" Delia frowned. "For the entire shift?"

"Yup!" The Nurse nodded a tad too cheerfully. "Just me."

"That sounds... lonely," Delia ventured carefully, and Joy's face almost seemed to freeze.

"Oh, it's not - not really." Joy smiled brightly. "I get to see all kinds of nice people." Her eyes drifted down for a brief moment. "And I like what I get to see."

"That so?" Delia propped up an eyebrow, with a curious tilt to her lips.

"Mhm!" Joy chirped, still scanning her goods somewhat absently. "We all gotta take our little pleasures somehow, and I can't help it if my eyes wander when a good-looking person walks up to my counter."

"How very forward of you," Delia purred, pushing herself up against the countertop, a smile playing at her lips. She set her bags down off to the side and watched Joy scan through the other items, noticing the similar smile on her own pretty lips.

"Gee, I haven't said anything yet!" Joy giggled, inclining her head and sending her loops of hair bouncing. "Just speaking generically."

"Generically," Delia parroted. "Of course."

"So," Nurse Joy continued, a smile on her lips. "What brings you to Cerulean City?"

"Oh? You can tell I'm not from around here?"

"I'd definitely recognize someone as -" Her eyes flicked up and down again in a very unsubtle manner "- noticeable as yourself."

Delia smirked. She could have played it safe, or just played it normal - but she opted not to. "I confess, I'm here on a booty call. A trio of sisters called me over for some fun and games in the bedroom, and I don't leave ladies waiting."

"My," Joy enunciated, shock in her voice. "How scandalous."

"That's one way of putting it," Delia chuckled.

"Three on one?" Joy continued, a smirk on her lips. "That sounds hard. Were you up for the challenge?"

"It's the other way around," Delia purred gently, "They needed to be up to the challenge of doing me. "

Joy stopped scanning products, and put a light hand overtop Delia's. "Were they?"

"No," the auburn-haired woman replied calmly, eyes glancing at the hand so boldly set over hers.

Joy ran her tongue over her lips. "You're not tired at all?"

"What can I say? I've got pretty good stamina for my age." Delia let out a hearty chuckle, leaning even further against the countertop. Her breasts pressed against a forearm, and bulged out tantalizingly against it.

"Even with three strapping girls bouncing on you?" Joy hummed, fingers stroking at the back of Delia's hand. "I'm surprised you're not tapped out already, to be honest."

"Why?" Delia drawled, leaning in just a little bit further. The fact that she was in a Pokemon Center and very intimately flirting with the Nurse on shift didn't phase her in the least, and she didn't even try to stop it. Sure, she'd just had quite the romp with four sexy women, but she was still thinking with her dick - and it made quite the convincing argument: Nurse Joy was hot, and her belly was looking rather flat. "Do you get tired quickly, Joy?"

"That's a very personal question to be asking," Joy tutted, "especially when I don't know your name."

She smiled charmingly in response. "Call me Delia."

"Delia," the Nurse mused, as if tasting the name. "A nice name for a pretty woman. Well, Delia - I don't know. I haven't had a good fuck since my Husband passed, bless his soul, and that was so long ago…"

"Now that, " Delia drawled, "Is a terrible shame. A woman like you should never feel neglected."

"I know," Nurse Joy lamented. "That's why I enjoy the attention of all the pretty women and strapping men that come through - make me feel a little excited, if I'm allowed to say so."

"Say whatever you'd like, Joy," Delia laughed. "I'm not immune to flattery."

"In that case, I have to say you're really pretty, Delia," Nurse Joy purred, running fingers over her hand. "And considering your business here in Cerulean, I can only assume that you've got the right equipment downstairs?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'right'."

Joy smirked and glanced down, over the counter. "Well, you see, my last baby girl has gone off to Med School to become a Nurse, and I'm so lonely at home. And, you know, I've got the perfect baby-room set up, and I was waiting for a nice, strapping, and charming individual to help me out with that."

Delia's eyes twinkled. "Help you finish the baby-room, as it were?"

"Yup!" Joy smiled prettily, cocking her head like a maid. "And, hey - maybe I can even throw my employee discount code on all this stuff, as a bonus."

"Oh, I don't think I need the incentive for someone as pretty as you," Delia husked, smiling down at Joy like a predator with prey in her sights.

"That's reassuring," Joy said in turn, somehow bearing the exact same expression as Delia, "because - well, as I said, I'm the only person on shift right now… and I can close and open the Pokemon Center as I please."

" Kinky, " Delia drawled. "I've never done it in a Pokemon Center before, you know."

"I don't know," Joy chirped, all bright and bubbly. "But I'd be happy to let you join the club."

Delia's grin got wider. "What if someone walks in?"

Joy hit some switch under the counter - maybe an emergency alarm, maybe a simple control to manage the building by herself, but the glass doors clicked shut and iron shutters fell from the ceiling to mask the opaque material. "No one's gonna be coming by, Delia."

"Perfect," she said, lust dripping off her words, "because I'm going to take my time with a beauty like yourself."

"Then let's not wait," Joy giggled, rising up onto the counter, clearing the high top with a little jump. Delia watched with a grin as the Nurse set herself on her hands and knees right on the shiny, plastic countertop, setting herself face-to-face with Delia and hovering a few inches above her with the extra height. Her rather large bust pressed against her uniform, straining the neat, pink blouse and the white apron over it.

"You move fast," Delia noted, not at all guarding her words, and Joy laughed.

"When there's something I like, I can't help but want it." Joy leaned in and over Delia, and settled herself back on her knees; thighs touching against the back of her calves, her body leaning forward. She grabbed at Delia's face with both hands, cupping her jawline with her soft palms, and pulled her head forward.

Delia only chuckled as their lips were pushed together firmly, her mind not at all lingering on just how fast things were progressing - how this horny, needy Nurse Joy flirted her up with the express purpose of getting in her pants just as she did the same thing in turn. She was a horny Nurse, and Delia felt in as their lips were sent smooshing together, the plump muscles ground down as Joy applied pressure. Her hands cupped her chin and her mouth pressed firmly into hers, a hum leaving the pinkette's lips as she moved in.

She kissed Delia with a hungry, unexpected passion. It was a hungrier kiss than Delia received - it was all need and passion, a kiss that very much told her just how deprived the Joy was, and just how much she needed relief and satisfaction. Delia didn't know if this Nurse Joy was often the type to put out for strangers she found hot, or if she was really just that lonely and horny; her words might have indicated that she slept around a lot, and had plenty of girls go off to Medical School.

I suppose there is a need for lots of Nurse Joys in the world, Delia mused, letting Joy kiss her. Maybe they've all got high sex drives?

The reasoning, while amusing, wasn't necessary - Delia didn't care why she was getting lucky, only that she was. She didn't feel tired in the least, despite the day's events, and her cock was already hard under her dress as she kissed the pink-haired Nurse full on the lips. Their mouths made full contact, with Joy pressing into her lips with a needy noise and a subtle groan. Her head tilted and her hands grabbed at Delia's cheeks, holding her steady as she adjusted their faces and aligned their mouths better.

Their lips pushed in firmly, the plump masses sinking inward as Joy applied more pressure. They parted subtly, allowing their warm breaths to pass between the pink masses and into one another's mouths. The more space there was the hungrier that Joy seemed to get, as if she were the hornier of the two of them. Her lips clamped down around Delia's lower one and suckled on it hard and fast, drawing a little groan from the mother's lips, before teeth came nipping down.

Delia nipped in turn, kissing back with as much experience as she could offer, hoping to twist the situation by skill alone. Joy matched her, though, making Delia wonder just how true the thought of her not being sexually active since her husband truly was; but she kissed back, all the same. Fingers stroked at her cheeks as they kissed hard and fast, exchanging spit without any qualm and letting their plump tiers run together in soft whispers. Lewd noises began to fill their ears as saliva was swapped freely, with tongues prodding and poking.

Joy's tongue pushed out and into the seal of her lips even as her hands swept down Delia's face. They moved over her jaw and down her neck, drawing shivers from the auburn-haired woman, and then further still; over her shoulders, down across her collarbones, and sweeping around her side-boob. As their tongues began to prod and dance together in a lewd display, hands cupped her modest side-boob and pressed in; Nurse Joy boldly applied pressure, pushing in on her breasts from the side, and admiring the way the flesh bent inward.

She laughed softly into Delia's mouth even as their tongues tangled and twisted, while her hands moved further still. As she swept down Delia's womanly sides she was pulling at her dress, hiking it up by the inch - fingers twisting in the fabric, almost messily forcing it to rise. She went down and the dress went up, with more and more tangled between her fingers and bunched up above her palms, while their tongues wetly slapped together.

Her body dipped down as they kissed, and Joy slowly lost her height advantage. She dropped down with her torso, almost following her hands which continued on their downward crawl, the dress hiking up by the inch. Delia's head was forced to follow the Nurse to keep the kiss going, and she did so happily, using her own hands to tilt Joy's face up toward her. Hands moved around her waistline, bringing the dress up around her womanly hips and leaving her undergarments bare - and then, without even looking, Nurse Joy tied the bundled hemline of the dress into a side-knot just above her wide hips, securing it in place and making sure it couldn't be an obstruction.

It was Joy that broke the kiss with a wet noise, but Delia that spoke first. "Clever."

"What can I say?" Joy shrugged. "I wanna snatch you up before someone else does."

"Four people today already have," Delia laughed, and the Nurse pouted.

"I thought it was three?"

"I came to visit three - I had another with me."

Joy smirked. "I didn't know I had such a stud with me." She lowered herself down further, getting closer to the counter. "Lucky me."

She got down all the way, adjusting her body and letting her knees slide back until she was lying flat on the countertop - her breasts acting as a pillow for her chest, squishing out before her, the rounded peaks of her cleavage barely visible beyond her collar. Her legs, instead, kicked up behind her as her knees hit the other edge, and her calves rose up into the air in an almost dainty and girlish pose.

"I might be fifth," Joy purred, her hand reaching forward and setting her hand on the bulge that was even then tenting out Delia's undergarments, "but now, you're all just for me."

Delia laughed, even as Joy's hand applied pressure to the bulge of her cock. Her head was already poking an inch free of the waistband, as she was just as hard as ever - arousal burning hot in her veins. Joy was looking down at it with ravenous hunger, a desire that shouldn't have been present in the dainty Nurse's eyes, but was very much present. She licked her wet lips as fingers hooked into the waistband and dragged it down, revealing Delia's thick, turgid cock, inch by inch of it pushing up and out of the cloth.

It was as long and wide, visibly engorged with desire, and the more cloth that Joy tugged out of place started to compromise its stability; the cock was soon flopping forward under its own considerable weight, right toward the face that was even then leaning over the counter to get a closer look. She was quick, though, and her pale hand snapped out to catch it, letting the throbbing girth hit her palm with a smack - and from there Joy cooed, wrapping her fingers around it neatly, while Delia let out a groan.

"Wow," Joy purred, "You're a big girl, huh?"

"I've been told," Delia said, a cough and a moan in her voice. She tried to play it steady, but Joy's fingers felt nice as they wrapped around the base of her cock, holding it steady.

Joy wasted no time at all. The cock was offered up to her mouth, held firm in her hand, and she didn't waste the opportunity set before her. She leaned in, her tongue reaching out, and she delivered a quick like to the rubbery head of the shaft - dragging the soft pink along the rounded mass, soft and fluttering, and Delia moaned contentedly. The motion was repeated a second time, with the tongue lapping at the underside of the head, reaching up the thick crown, and then over the ridged top.

Joy's mouth opened and lips parted wide, and she surrounded the head of the cock with the softness of her mouth in a mere moment. She pressed her lips down around the thick head, wrapping around the heavy ridge, and closed tight. She sucked on it for a long, thorough moment, letting her mouth lavish it with attention, before pulling off with a roll of her head and a slide of her lips - the plush tiers slipping off the rounded tip with a soft noise. She smiled and licked her lips, then applied the edge of her tongue to the throbbing dick-head once more; she traced around it, teasing it with the motions, before settling in again.

For a brief moment she smiled up at Delia, with the cock-tip poised against her lips. A needy smirk rose to her lips before she was diving back down, her jaw stretched out wide. The cock delved into the warmth of her mouth, her head powering forward without touching the cock before her lips closed down around an area just above the throbbing midsection - several inches down from the crown.

Joy let out a subvocal moan that sent vibrations running through her shaft, and Delia bit her lip in reciprocation. The lips clamped down tight as the Nurse slurped on her cock, audibly and palpably sucking on the thick shaft of cockmeat, her cheeks hollowing out. Her tongue lapped at the many inches jammed into the damp heat of her mouth, tickling the stiff and aching flesh, and Delia moaned louder.

Joy shifted back, her head rolling and her lips pulling at the stiff, white flesh. She rolled off the cock with an eager glimmer in her eyes, moving until only the tip was captured between her lips again. She pulled off with a wet pop, and her hand rose up to grab the cock just a little bit tighter. It squeezed comfortably, applying a delicious amount of pressure to her aching rod, while her slender tongue came lapping out once more. This time she dragged it against the underside of the vascular cock, running in a straight line from where her lips had touched down and toward the tip.

Her tongue moved smoothly, and her hand pushed the cock along to bare the many girthy inches up to her mouth. She swept in, licking around the girth in a long swipe, before her lips pressed in with a hungry kiss. her head pushed further over the counter as she tried to get to grips with the fat girldick, and she did so eagerly - letting her breasts flatten further, the rounded peaks popping a button off her blouse, while hair sloped over her neck. She kissed at the cock before running her tongue around the head, before, once more, taking it into the damp heat between her lips.

"Oh, wow," Delia groaned. "That's a great mouth, Joy."

Joy didn't respond, because she was too busy slurping on cockmeat. The head was clasped between her plump lips, and she suckled hard, her tongue teasing at it. The cock shivered and pulsated as her head slipped down, forcing an inch through her soft lips, letting the head rub up against her coiling tongue, before she shoved another inch into her mouth. She suckled on it, the noises loud and lewd, before she pulled back and off with a slurping pop. She smiled up at Delia as she kissed the head, then stretched her lips wide and went down on it.

"Damn," Delia swore, running a hand through her auburn hair. "You're a needy woman, huh?"

Joy slurped her way down the half of cockmeat, her free hand moving down to cup one of Delia's big, swollen balls. The other gripped the base of her cock and kept it steady as Joy went down on it, her head rolling and her neck bobbing as inch after inch sank into the delicious heat of her mouth. Her tongue slurped and lapped at the cock, working at the inches thrusting through her drool, and Delia moaned happily.

The pinkette slipped further over the counter as she sucked on the dick, until the edge was digging into the midsection of her bust and forcing her creamy titflesh out in tantalizing swells. Her head bobbed down on the top half of the cock, her lips gliding along the soaking inches of dickmeat, while her hands tugged and pulled at the rest. She worked it quickly and efficiently, her mouth sucking hard and fast, her movements eager and hungry.

"Oh, Nurse," Delia sighed. "The way you work on cock is wonderful."

Joy smiled around her thick, throbbing girlmeat, but still sucked and slobbered over it. Her head bobbed over the counter, her neck extended and body haphazardly placed, with her calves kicking up and over her body in a girlish manner. She couldn't take more than half of the meaty girldick inside of her mouth at any one time, but that was more because of the position rather than her limit - but she worked at it eagerly all the same, rising and falling with quick and needy rolls of her neck, letting her lips slip along it in full.

The vascular girth glided between the soft cushions of her mouth, while her tongue bombarded it with sensation. The woman let out a low groan as her dick was sucked by the Nurse, not at all caring about how she was standing at a counter while the Nurse layed down on top of it just to suck her off - she only admired the lewd sight, and enjoyed the sensations of warmth and texture. Her tongue worked wonderfully, slipping and sliding, curling and coiling, while her lips maintained a tight seal that left her throbbing.

"If your mouth is this good," she groaned, "I can't wait to try out your pussy, baby."

Nurse Joy dipped down again and again, her head bobbing and rolling, rising and falling on the thick, turgid shaft. She sucked on it hard, her cheeks hollowing out, making it halfway down the cock from her precarious position before pulling back again with a slurp. Saliva soaked the upper half of the rod, coating it with a thick layer of drool and it slipped down to the squeezing fingers below. They caressed the throbbing base of the girth, and teased at the heavy balls beneath; rolling them and pushing into the bulging masses as if testing them.

Suddenly, the pink-haired woman popped off with a messy sound and a string of saliva. Ropes of the stuff connected her mouth to the cock, but a quick swipe of her tongue broke them all in quick succession. She smiled up at Delia as she licked the head once again, drawing out another moan, before stroking at the stiff midsection with two twisting hands - one rolling hard flesh to the left, and the other to the right.

"Why wait?" She asked, a giggle in her words, and Delia flashed a proud smirk. She was already pulling at Joy as the pinkette was clambering off the counter herself - she was pulled across it, body sliding, before her legs kicked out and she swivelled herself into a more proper position. She dropped off the countertop and into Delia's waiting arms, and now things were in the auburn-haired woman's terms.

"Let's get this all off you," she murmured, but was already tugging the dress up and off of Joy's head - the pink blouse, the skirt, and the apron all at once. The pinkette didn't stop it, and only helped Delia strip it off her body in a single hard tug and a rush of movement, not at all caring that she was nude in her own Center.

Mostly nude, at least. Her undergarments weren't what Delia expected at all - white garters and solid lingerie, a combination of straps and lace connecting to stockings and plain white undergarments cupping her modesty - though, perhaps a size too small, given the tightness around her bustline. It was a tantalizing sight, and one that made Delia's cock throb.

"Prepared, were we?" Delia teased, spinning Joy around without a care and bringing her hand down on the fat curve of her ass. The pinkette let out a happy moan as the hand sank into her heart-shaped rear, the squishy flesh bending in just a fraction, and wiggled her hips teasingly.

"I don't know when the next stud will pass by," Joy chirped, clearly teasing her on for the heat of the moment and not speaking the truth, but it didn't matter - Delia drank it up.

"It's your lucky day," she said in turn, grabbing Joy's ass with both hands and roughly jabbing her hips forward. Her cock pushed up between the seal of her asscheeks, sliding through the heart-shaped cleft, and Joy let out a little groan. Delia did as well, because her ass was soft - but not as soft as the tantalizing pussy on offer, and the auburn-haired mother-to-many didn't wait any longer than she had to.

She pulled the Joy forward again, and the pinkette giggled as she braced herself against the counter. Her loops of hair fell over her creamy shoulders as she glanced back, watching as Delia's cock sank down and the crown pressed itself against the plump mound of her sex. A coo left her lips as Delia applied pressure, moving with desire and arousal, intent on fucking the horny Nurse as quickly as she could.

"Oh, wow," Joy cooed. Her hips wiggled as Delia's thick, rubbery cockhead breached the sanctity of her cunt with almost single-minded intent, driving up and parting slick folds with power and force. Delia didn't see the need to hold anything back - Joy was as horny as she was, and her insides were wet, too. She was almost sopping, and it made penetration trivial and oh-so-pleasurable.

"Wow, indeed," she purred, "You're dripping wet, Joy."

"I know," Joy chirped, almost gleefully. "Please help me with that, Delia."

The Auburn-haired Milf chuckled. "Of course."

She licked her lips as she bucked her hips, sending her thick, throbbing length of cockmeat sliding up into the velvet embrace of Joy's cunt. She was slick and wet, and her cock glided through her pink walls with nothing more than a liquid slurp and a bubbling of juices. Her thickness pushed at those walls, stretching them out around her girth by just a fraction - enough for Joy to really feel it, and bite down on her lip. Her backside arched as the cock drove through her snatch, inches shoving her full, drawing a groan from her lips.

"Oh, that's nice," she groaned, biting her lip, and Delia laughed.

"It is, sweetie," she husked, hands groping her heart-shaped ass. She said nothing further as she arched her hips hard, sending her thick head into the upper walls of her cunt in a way that made the Nurse whine. She drew back with a wet noise, letting her vascular girth rub across her fluttering walls in full - allowing inches to rub and grind, before shoving it all right back inside with an eager buck.

"Ah!" Joy yelped. "Yes!"

Delia thrust her hips with force, pushing the thick line of her cock into the wet tunnel that was positively begging for her attention. A groan was on her lips as she shoved her pale length right on through, and felt walls flutter and grip on nice and tight. They caressed her as her cock pushed through their tight embrace, stretching her out for more dick to follow, and Delia adored every moment of it. Really, she couldn't think of a moment where she didn't like being buried inside soft, female flesh, but she wasn't judging.

"Nice," she groaned, appreciating the feel of it. Her hands kneaded the soft ass set before her as she worked her hips back, extracting inches of glistening dickmeat, before sending it barreling inside with a brisk movement that saw her head pierce deeply inside. Joy moaned happily, her hands set flat on the counter, and her head eagerly looking over her shoulder to watch Delia's work.

"Just like that," she purred, and Delia, suitably spurred on, thrust again. Her stomach rolled and sent her cock ramming forward, thrusting through the silken tunnel and driving in deep, shoving it as far as she could manage before pulling back smoothly. Liquid bubbles up around her cock, and was forced to squelch as her cock rammed through it all in her desperate bid to ram more of her futa cock inside.

Joy was braced on her hands, her body well above the countertop, and she looked content to be in so lewd a position: bent over, ass offered up to Delia. Delia took it without hesitation, plunging her cock into the waiting, needy folds, feeling them accept her like a long lost lover, and adoring every inch of their textured length. She didn't slam her full length inside, however, but worked it in gradually, with each thrust and buck seeing another inch fill out Joy. The pinkette looked in awe at just how much Delia had to offer, and bit her lip as she felt it come ramming through her insides, making them shift sweetly around the hulking length.

"Yes," Joy whined, plaintive and happy, and Delia smirked,

"This is what you wanted, Nurse?" She asked, chipper and throaty, and Joy nodded happily.

"What I needed," the slutty Nurse amended, and Delia laughed.

"Then let me really give it to you," she replied, her voice dropping an octave.

Her hips thrust hard, drawing out a louder, more breathless moan, and at the same time, she sent one hand slamming against the back of her ass and the other pressing against her upper back. It forced Joy down, preventing her from remaining upright, and made her torso slam down against the countertop in a far lewder and more submissive position than before. Bent over and with a cock in her cunt, she looked as if she were at Delia's mercy - and she looked happy for it, settling into her new position with gusto.

"Fuck me," she cooed, and Delia's cock throbbed. "Fuck me good, and make me a mommy, okay?"

"With pleasure," Delia husked, and slammed down. The turgid length of her cock hammered into her folds, forcing them out wider, her stomach rolling and her hips driving forward with far more force than before. She leaned over Joy just a fraction, but kept her pinned with the hand on her ass and the other on her upper back.

Her hips swing down, driving her thick cock into her sweltering depths with more and more force, stretching them out around her. She pushed her cock in hard , letting it sink down into the waiting depths with a firmness that made Joy moan. Delia's hand moved up, securing around her shoulder, hooking into the crook of her neck, and held fast as she pushed herself down even harder. Almost all of her cock delved into her insides, stretching them out just that little bit wider, and Joy tossed her head back. She moaned happily as the cock almost hilted inside her, and shivered when it was retracted - and when it slammed in again with that same body- tingling gratification.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Joy groaned, her cute voice rising up in a moan. One of her hands grabbed at the other end of the counter, securing itself there, while the other stretched back and did the same at the opposite end - almost hugging the desk, securing herself as Delia began to work back and forth with eye-watering thrusts. " Yes. "

Delia groaned as she grabbed a palmful of fleshy, creamy assflesh, and squeezed into it as her hips pumped forward, driving the iron-hard length of her cock through gushing folds. Her hips bore down with powerful movements, working the broad stretch of her cock in and out of the tight, clamping hole, nearly hilting it each time she pushed forward. Her pelvis rubbed against Joy's ass before she pulled back and dragged part of her cock free, before slamming it forward in shallow and messy strokes that had the pink-haired girl squealing.

"You feel wonderful," Delia groaned, rolling her neck and sending her auburn hair fluttering over her shoulders. Her hand clamped down harder on the fleshy ass before her, squeezing it until the skin bent between her fingers, before pulling back to deliver a ringing and resounding clap to the fleshy mass. In the next instant she was roving up, hooking fingers into the white garters that composed her lingerie-slash-uniform, and tugged hard enough to draw lines in the white skin.

Her hips swung forward even harder, her hips soon ramming into the plump, heart-shaped mass set before her, and a throaty growl left her lips. The flesh clapped as she laid into it with hard, firm strokes, sending it into gentle jiggles, while her cock stretched out the clamping cunt. Each stroke saw her go balls-deep, and the round orbs clapped just as loudly as their connecting flesh - swinging back and forth in arcs, ready and willing to deliver a potent and impregnating payload once Delia reached her peak.

"Yes," Joy moaned happily, still eying Delia over her shoulder. "Oh, yes!"

Delia's hand was tight around her shoulder, and her hips swung forward with potency, smashing into the heart-shaped ass hard enough to send it bouncing. The flesh clapped in the empty Pokemon Center as she rammed her cock into the plush folds before her, stretching them out nice and wide and sending juices churning in her wake. Sloppy, sticky noises could be heard, just under their panting and the slutty words spilling from Joy's lips - each moment a new opportunity to tease and arouse, and Delia loved it.

"Yes, yeah -" Joy let out a throaty moan. "Just like that, Delia, mhmmm - "

Delia chuckled even as her hips swung down, plunging the thick length of her cock as deep as it could go before shifting back with a wet noise. Juices churned and were extracted, but she cared nothing for them as her hips swung forward again and hilted her cock inside the steaming, churning depths. Her strokes were shallow for the most part, but her cockhead was kissing Joy's womb with each balls-deep thrust, and the way her hips clapped against her ass sent the pink-haired Nurse howling with joy.

"Harder!" Joy moaned, and Delia was far too happy to comply. Her hand was tighter around her shoulder and her hand pushed down on her lower back as her hips thrust forward, driving every last inch of her stiff cock deep into Joy's pliable cunt. The flesh rippled and moved out of the way as she hammered into it, reaming it out around her length, trusting in her size and heft to perform its allotted task. Her cockhead kissed her womb with intoxicating frequency, leaving the Nurse moaning for more.

Delia ramped up the pace moment by moment, furrowing her brow as she added more to the movement of her hips and the thrust of her cock. Her hand slipped off the curve of the ass she was pounding into and grabbed at a smooth, fair, and lean leg, and with a huff she hauled it off the floor; Joy yelped, surprised, but went along with it, groaning not even a few moments later. Delia pulled her leg up and pushed it onto the table, leaving Joy to almost straddle the top of it; her leg set against the edge, pushed into place, her ass presented like a shelf of bubbly flesh.

Her hips worked back and forth with hard, hammering strokes, driving the rock-hard length of her cock into the Nurse's dripping pussy. Her hips clapped against the hill of her ass, sending it clapping - the pale flesh rippling. She pulled back, applying pressure to Joy's leg, keeping it firmly set against the edge of the countertop in a lewd and dismissive display while she fucked her hard and fast.

Her other hand grabbed at the back of Joy's neck and pushed down, breaking eye-contact. Joy let out a deep, throaty moan as Delia took control, and her body shivered in appreciation for it. She yelped happily as the cock hammered into her cunt, and seemed to enjoy the way her body was stretched and folded over into such a lewd position. She took it all with relish, greedily accepting every last inch of the thrusting girlcock with vocal cries and praises, spurring Delia on.

Delia's cock jammed in with hard and pronounced strokes, using every last inch to fuck the Nurse's brains out. The cock hammered through her hot, clenching depths, ramming into her cervix with each balls-deep thrust. Her balls clapped loudly as she ran wild, thrusting hard and fast and briskly before drawing her cock out and doing it all over again - a senseless rhythm of pure need, her hips bucking wildly and eagerly. Nurse Joy wanted the hard fucking, and Delia was happy to please; she held nothing back in those final, frantic moments, simply running wild and extracting every last ounce of enjoyment she could.

"Yes!" Joy cried out, her insides clamping down hard. "Yes - yes, mmmfh -"

"Just a little more," Delia groaned throatily, biting down on her lip.

Her cock plunged down with ever-increasing force, ramming into the Nurse's sweltering snatch such that she was practically rearranging it around her. Walls stretched and shifted obscenely, going wide as she fucked down, each impact sending her ass clapping. It was a hot, needy rhythm, and each hilting thrust drew tears to Joy's eyes and a cry to her lips.

"F-fuck," Joy whined, her sweet demeanour melting just as easily as her insides melted around the cock. "I can feel you thro - oh, fill me up, Delia, please - "

"Yeah?" Delia's voice was almost breathless. "Would you like me to knock you up, Nurse? Right on top of your count-"

"Yes!" Joy whined. "Please!"

"It'll be my pleasure," Delia moaned, and drove her cock down hard - hard enough to make Joy toss her head back, only for the hand on the back of her neck to force her down again. Hands tightened and her hips slammed into the plump ass with a loud clap, and then all was deadly still as Delia held herself balls deep and let go.

Her cock immediately began to pour out her thick load of cum. It had been there, waiting, her release and desire for relief bubbling up behind her movements, and now she was able to indulge in the raw bliss of letting out the contents of her balls inside a soft, fertile pussy. With it came that more primal, and far more satisfying, understanding that she was knocking a girl up; filling them with enough potent seed to pump a bun into their oven.

Her cum was certainly up to the task, as it swept through Joy in a thick, creamy wave of white, a deluge that battered her cervix and rushed along fluttering pink walls. Joy moaned with delirious pleasure, happy and content, her eyes almost rolling back as she got her wish and desire. She felt the cum rushing through her in minute detail, such was its quantity - a hearty, potent load, for a particularly virile MILF. Joy squealed and shivered against the countertop as the seed sloshed through her insides, flowing along pink walls and invading the hot cavern of her womb, all as if belonged there.

The Nurse's snatch was filled up quickly and easily. Delia remained hilted the entire time, sighing each time her balls pulsed and throbbed, signalling another gush of her thick load pumping into her insides. She made sure to hold herself down and empty out every last drop of seed into her body, ensuring the conception of another little Joy. The Nurse's cunt helped out with the task by milking her cock, roiling and shifting in increasingly lewd ways, drawing out thick slurps of semen even as her womb greedily gobbled it all up.

"Yes," Joy cooed, her eyelids fluttering and drooping with a lazy sort of contentment. "Oh, yes... That's wonderful..."

"Yeah," Delia agreed throatily, biting her lip and bucking her hips. A stream of seed shot out of her tip, and was squelched into the white pools of impregnating fluid in her pussy. "Gosh... I didn't realize how badly I needed that..."

"Yeah?" Joy smiled lazily over her shoulder. "Your girls not up to the task?"

Delia inclined an eyebrow, even as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Why?"

"Just wondering if you still have another round in you," Joy purred. "I mean, we are closed for the rest of the night..."

Delia slapped Joy's ass, sending the pink-haired mother cooing. "I think I can spare the time, Joy - but only if you promise to make a bunch of little Joys for me."

"That's the plan," Joy said, wiggling her ass, and Delia grinned, already rearing for another round - or three.

Chapter 5: Aya - horny ninja

Summary:

Delia feels like someone is watching her. But really, that's crazy. No one's gonna break into her house and demand that she fuck her, right?

Chapter Text

Delia wouldn't exactly say she was the perceptive sort, and she wasn't particularly conscious of her surroundings when she was doing something far more entertaining than sitting around - namely, banging the brains out of Grace. She had the tan-skinned woman on her back in the living room, legs wrapped around her waist, and the auburn-haired MILF was very enthusiastically driving her cock down into her tight embrace with deep, full-bodied strokes that left her partner moaning.

Grace could take a pounding far better than most, what with her well-built body and toned figure - far better than Daisy Oak, who was panting over on the couch, body matted with sweat. She tapped out only after the third round, while she and Grace were still going at it, much to Delia's very physical enjoyment. The woman had a sex-appetite to match the voracious futa's, and despite her own pregnancy, she wanted a good fucking as frequently as Delia wanted to get her dick wet - and that made for a good time, in her opinion.

Bodies bounded together as she rammed her cock into Grace's silken depths, filling the rooms with dull claps and fleshy smacks, intermingled with the sounds of their groaning voices. Delia laid into the other mother with hard strokes and penetrating thrusts, reaming out her tight snatch with hard strokes that used as much of her power as she could manage. She wasn't some muscled stud that had boundless stamina, but she had the experience that they didn't. She knew how to use what she had, and went for it with her skill.

And, despite the hard pounding, the clap of flesh, and the press of bodies - so close that sweat mingled and dripped from one to the other - she felt something. The best way for her to put it was a 'presence', and even that didn't encapsulate what she felt. It felt like someone was watching her, and it made her spine tingle and prickle; and, so, even as she was thrusting into Grace, slamming her into the carpeted flooring, she glanced around her own house as if there was an intruder present.

As fast as she could tell, there wasn't. A look out the windows, long and thorough though it was, revealed nothing. She even peered at the hedges and trees, but no figure lurked out of sight, nor was there even the indication of one. And, still, she felt like she was being watched, and the strange sensation of standing hairs and her prickling spine didn't abate - but, where she would have been concerned on her lonesome, she was not in the there and then. After all, she had Grace squealing out her name, her body thumping up to meet her descending hips with muscular contractions, and the softness of her body and the warmth of her cunt had Delia sink down happily.

"Something wrong?" Grace asked abruptly her tone throaty and thick, a hand moving to rest on Delia's chin.

Somehow, something told Delia that she should have been worried about what she was feeling, but she wasn't - especially not as she stared down at Grace. "Nothing."

"Then pay attention to me," the other woman purred, "and only me."

Delia laughed softly as her hips arched, grinding her cock inside of her velvet tunnel. "I can do that."

She thrust down, hammering away at her delightful cunt, enjoying the way that flesh squeezed and rippled. Her mind, though, drifted to the strange feeling of being watched, and, again, instead of feeling fear for it, or some measure of normal concern, she only felt… smug.

Go ahead and watch, she thought to herself, almost giddy. After all, she had two pretty girls to fuck, with one almost passed-out and the other groaning happily at her touch - it was hard not to be smug with that sort of prowess on display. I'll give a show that'll leave you blushing.

Odd though it was, the thought of her being watched was really turning her on. Maybe it was some latent voyeuristic kink or simple indulgence, but she wanted to show off. Whether there actually was someone or not didn't matter, it was the thought of it - and it had her pushing down harder, working her cock in and out even faster, pounding Grace down into the carpeting with as much strength as she could manage. She put her back into it, driving down in impaling thrusts that left Grace moaning with delight.

"Oh, that's it, Delia," the woman moaned into her face, "keep going like that! "

Delia kept thrusting as if she were putting on a show, letting bodies slide together, rubbing away with slick noises, while her cock thrust down and churned the juices soaking her partner's snatch. Hands roamed, caressing sweat-laden curves and cupping chests, squeezing and tightening. Grace's legs clenched around her waist as if tugging her inside deeper, while hands idly roved down to grab at her flexing ass and just squeezed. Delia, groaning, purred her assent, and thrust down harder, displaying her prowess to a person of her own imagination - the watcher she imagined was hiding just out of view.

At least, Delia thought it was in her imagination - but she missed the tell-tale signs that she wouldn't recognize until hindsight kicked in, and simply indulged in her voyeuristic tendencies for as long as she could manage, showing off that, yes, she was a woman still in her prime, a perfectly fuckable MILF with the genes and skill to back it up.

Exactly what her unknown watcher wanted, in fact.

Delia wasn't the most perceptive sort. She knew that, and it was made all the more clear when, in a blistering display of speed, she found herself made dizzy, suddenly assaulted, and tied down to a chair. Even when she attempted to rationalize it out in her head, it didn't quite mesh: She remembered drinking from the water she'd left out on the counter, and then found herself weak in the knees; then, she recalled the shadowy figure launching itself from the wall, as if she'd been camouflaged there the entire time; wrestling with her, weaving around her vaguely protesting limbs as if she were a clumsy child, and then forcing her down into a chair.

Then? She recalled the rope coming off and tying her wrists behind the back of the chair, leaving her a thoroughly flushed, panting, dizzy mess of a woman. Ostensibly, she realized that she'd been drugged with something that left her head spinning, then attacked by an assailant - that much was obvious to her. Really, it only confirmed her suspicions of the last week, where she'd felt as if she was being watched. Turned out, she had someone invading her house.

Which should have concerned her, so she supposed, and, yet, what she had now was a member of the Ninja clan sitting right there on her lap, straddling her waist, with hands set on her shoulders. A full-bodied woman with an attractive and narrow face dusted with a faint layer of makeup to make it a tad pale and red lipstick. Green hair was bundled in a high ponytail, which cascaded down her back.

She was a woman around Delia's age, and she had similar curves, to boot - certainly something to appreciate, and all accentuated by her outfit. A pink kimono-like outfit - perhaps a gi, but Delia wasn't sure - that was cut extremely short on the legs, rising to barely mid-thigh before terminating. The rest of it was kept in tight by well-fitted belts, designed for physical activity, leaving arms bare and a slender neck exposed. Her legs were totally bare as well, and despite her tall boots, Delia was painfully aware of them straddling her.

She was also painfully aware that the ninja-stranger that had assaulted her and tied her to her kitchen chair was also grinding away in her lap, rubbing herself back and forth with a stoic expression plastered on her face. She made no effort to mask her movements whatsoever, leaving Delia in the rather incredulous position of connecting it to a lapdance at a stripclub - it was exactly the same as one, after all, down to the 'handcuffs'.

"Big," the stranger was murmuring to herself, hips bucking back and forth. She rubbed herself against Delia's crotch without any regard to - well, anything. She actively searched out the bulge and pressed herself against it each time she found it. It made Delia want to groan, but her tongue felt thick; clumsy. "Good. Physical assessment never lives up to visual, but..."

"Excuse me," Delia managed anyhow, leaving the stranger to raise an eyebrow. "But -"

"Stronger than expected," the Ninja said wryly. "Stronger dosage next time, I suppose."

"Next - " Delia blinked. "I - hello, excuse me, but what is this? Who are you?"

The Ninja wrinkled her nose. "I'm Aya, of -"

"Is this a stripper gram, or something like that?" Delia asked, narrowing her eyes. "I've heard of those, I think."

The Ninja blinked. "What?"

Delia pursed her lips. "Are you a stripper, or - who hired you? One of the Sisters, I bet, because only they'd think up of this -"

"I'm - what?" The woman shook her head, her jaw tight as she hissed out her response. "I am no hooker ."

"You're not?" Delia frowned. "The, uh, lapdance isn't really... normal? For a home invasion."

The stranger squinted at her. "This isn't - no. I'm not explaining myself. My name is Aya and I'm here to use you to give myself a child. That's all you need to know."

Delia blinked. She then blinked again, slower. "Uh... What?"

"That was perfectly clear," Aya sighed, rolling her eyes. She was, still, rolling her hips forward, rubbing herself against Delia's hidden cock. Flushes of heat ran along the futa's spine, stiffening the bulge under her dress.

"You're right," Delia said sarcastically, "it's very normal for someone to drug someone else, invade their home, then tell them they're going to impregnate themselves."

Delia wasn't sure why she felt so loose with her lips or so... unafraid of the strange woman who was clearly a fully-fledged Ninja, but she suspected it had something to do with whatever she'd been slipped. It was making her feel lax, calm, and perhaps that was the effect - prevent her from being obtuse or too scared to be unable to provide what the woman wanted. It was strange, though, and her brain was more than aware of that.

"Whatever," Aya sighed, shaking her head. "If you must know, it has recently come to my attentions that you Ketchums have unused potential in lineage -"

"I'm sorry," Delia interrupted, very much not sorry at all, and Aya's eye twitched. "But what do you mean 'us'?"

Aya sighed yet again, sounding very much annoyed. "Your son, Ash Ketchum, has considerable potential in his blood, and an impressive sensitivity to Aura. That was detected by Janine, daughter of Koga, who is the master of our Clan, and she is also my niece."

The woman paused to clear her throat, but her hips never stopped rolling up and down in her lap. It made Delia hiss and wince each time, for the pressure exerted on her cock was too much to bear. "Such potential is useful, so she decided to tag along in your son's adventure. Naturally, she has also been seduced into his bed. That is good - it is, obviously, of good use to our clan to have genes with such potential."

Delia squinted up at Aya, not really understanding what she was saying. "What? That doesn't make -"

"Of which I approve, naturally," Aya continued as if she hadn't spoken, nodding more to herself than Delia. "You Ketchums clearly have much unused potential in your lineage that would be put to far better use in the ninja clan than going to waste with your usual fare of sexual partners."

Delia blinked, lost. "...Clearly.."

"Exactly," Aya agreed stiffly, not catching the sarcasm. "My theory was that if the son had such potential the father would as well, or, as things appear, the mother, instead. So, here I am, for the good of my clan, to put your Aura to good use instead of letting it go to waste."

The auburn-haired mother just stared up at the woman grinding in her lap, pressing against her cock, her face stoic and stiff. She stared some more, until Aya furrowed her brow in confusion. "Is that not clear enough for you?"

"...So you came here," Delia said at length, slow and measured, "to get laid?"

"W-what?!" Aya baulked, a scoff in her throat "A-absolutely not. I came here to ascertain, for the good of my clan, if you had the same potential as your son. Now, for the good of my clan, I'm going to ensure that's put to good use."

"And that's not because you learned my son is a good lay and wanted some of your own?"

Aya flapped her lips like a fish out of water. " Absolutely not, Delia Ketchum. This is purely for my own good - the good of my clan, I mean to say. And one that I'm sure will be mutually beneficial for yourself, too, yes?"

Delia cocked her head. Her brain felt pretty fuzzy still, but none of what Aya said would have made sense even if it wasn't; Delia didn't know what Auras and potential meant, especially not in the context of rearing children. Good genes, maybe? She didn't know, and, sure, she could acknowledge that the Ketchums had a few very good genes, but that wasn't something that a ninja would come around to her house to sexually assault her for, right?

The way that Aya was rubbing her crotch against Delia's crotch indicated that, yes, it very much was. Her cock was alright frighteningly stiff under her dress, actively worked up until it swelled out to its normally impressive length, and the words of what the heck is this and this is totally wrong failed to come to mind once her arousal started doing the thinking for her. Really, she had a woman grinding in her lap, telling her that she was about to get laid, and she was dressed up in a skimpy-looking kimono that would be so easy to slip off her creamy skin and -

Her cock throbbed, and Delia licked her lips. A tiny whine left her throat, and Aya, hearing it, smirked. Well… guess that's that.

"I'll take that as a yes," Aya said smugly, lips curved up. She still looked stoic, impassive, like she was just performing her job, but there was an unmistakable sign of satisfaction lingering in her eyes - but it was quickly blinked away as her hands started to slide down Delia's body, caressing her motherly flanks and making a beeline toward her lap.

"Now," she said very curtly, her smug demeanour dropping into something professional, "Let's get to it. This will be brief, and then we'll part."

Her words were matter-of-fact, but Delia couldn't be bothered by how clinical Aya acted. Really, all she could care about were the hands suddenly pressing down against her cock, outlining it through the fabric of her dress. They clenched around fistfuls of cloth as her hips rolled forward, lifting up with a muscular contraction to allow her enough room to start tugging it up. She pulled the dress up to Delia's waistline, quick and brusque, showing both no reservation and more care at all for propriety and modesty.

She quite literally intended to be in and out, get what she wanted and leave Delia alone, and that was increasingly clear as she hiked her dress all the way up and quickly tied it into a knot around her waistline. She prevented it from being pulled back down or getting it in the way, and then immediately pulled at Delia's undergarments. Her cock was already pushing halfway out of the waistband, and Aya's eyes were shining with very deliberately disguised arousal as she looked it over.

Her hand cupped the head, drawing a whimper from Delia's lips. The ninja hummed to herself as if acknowledging something, but quickly returned to fishing out her cock. The waistband was lowered and her undergarments dragged down, all in a bid to get her thickness out of them as quickly as possible - and with her being so hard, the dick sprung up in an instant. Hands were ready to greet it, quickly pushing palms into place around the girldick, accepting it in a strangely professional manner.

Delia quickly groaned as her length was held firmly in two strangely rough hands - having gone through considerable work, clearly - but stroked with a deftness she hardly expected. Wrists rolled along and fingers nimbly tapped along the girth, caressing veins and poking into the stiffness in ways that had her throbbing. Aya was very firmly staring down at the cock as she rolled it between her hands, moulding palms along to the shape of it, ensuring her fingers had a tight hold at all times - concentration written large across her features.

"Responsive and big," she said curtly, her jaw subtly tensing. "That's… good." She cleared her throat, as if thick. "Quite good, yes. Excep - adequate. It's an adequate dick for myself."

Delia raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't given leave to comment on the incredibly stilted words. Aya's fingers squeezed along her cock, clenching it tightly, while her hands rubbed along the engorged flanks. Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip adorably as she concentrated on the pull and push of her hands, clearly attempting to work with such a large, stiff dick. The flesh was rolling along with her fingers, preventing her from rising up high enough or dropping low enough, which had her twerking her wrists with even more ninja-like nimbleness. She sent them gliding across her cock with just a little more effort, and the sensation left Delia feeling weak in the knees.

"Wow," she breathed, tilting her head back. "You Ninjas are good with your hands…"

"Thank - tch. " Aya cut herself off almost physically, which Delia found odd and cute at the same time - like a rebellious kid. "Just hold back and don't spend yourself too quickly, Delia Ketchum."

"You don't have to use my full name the entire time," Delia offered, watching as the woman began to raise her hips up in her lap. Pale thighs glinted beckoningly, and with her dress cut so short, rising up like that was both risky and arousing - perhaps almost calculatedly so.

"This is business," Aya insisted as she sniffed imperiously. She brought her hips up quickly and braced herself with her thighs. Delia watched as the slender limbs tensed with hidden muscle, holding the woman's body up without wavering - freeing up her hands to start pulling at the folds of her pink kimono.

She didn't strip if off as Delia was so eager for, but pulled at the bottommost sections and peeled them aside to free up her pelvis. It was a simple thing meant just to free up her lower half, and that was exactly what Aya did. Her undergarments, equally simple pink silk, were flashed to Delia's eyes for barely a heartbeat before her hands were tugging at it, dragging the strap aside to bear the slick folds of her cunt. They were shiny with arousal, almost sopping wet, showing just how eager Aya really was - in contrast to her impassive words.

"There's a quote about business and pleasure," Delia said, voice hiking, watching as Aya quickly lowered herself down to press her cunt against the MILF's towering slab of a cock. Her breath sighed out as the Ninja moved without a single regard for her, just acting of her own volition and desire. Her hand moved down to grasp the base of the shaft, and she held it steady as she rubbed her hips backward and forward with muscular rolls of her stomach.

Outer lips grinded against the head of her shaft, drawing out whimpers from her lips. She groaned under her breath, face tight, as pleasure surged along her cock, and her body began to ache with the desire for sex. She knew what she wanted and it was all there on top of her, waiting to offer pleasure, and Delia didn't even care that her hands were still bound behind her back. She cared even less that this was a total stranger that had invaded her home just for something as strange as 'obtaining her potential'; she was attractive, and Delia was susceptible to all of that.

"Nice and hard," Aya murmured, her voice almost distant as she rubbed herself back and forth. "...This better be as good as it looked…"

"What?" Delia questioned, voice hitching briefly, but Aya didn't acknowledge her. She just shook her head as she pushed herself along the stiff cock, rubbing back and forth with ever-increasing pressure, beginning to push herself down as she moved forward. Her hips bucked with strong contractions of her waistline, and with her body currently braced on her knees and thighs, her athleticism was thrown into stark relief - something that only Grace could attest to, out of all of her partners.

"Time for the main event," the woman whispered entirely to herself, voice filled with repressed desire. It was a quick and brief thing, and before Delia could even think to comment on it, Aya was driving herself down with a hard roll of her hips and a firm press of her hand - and any attempt to speak was stolen from her.

The woman shoved herself down onto her cock, and Delia instantly released a throaty groan of pleasure. Warm, tight walls surrounded the head of her shaft and a few inches below, just a fourth of her shaft but more than enough to feel the soft, silky tunnel that Aya had graced her with. Her lashes fluttered as her already hazy mind was sent rushing with tingles of delight, and her dick throbbed happily. Aya's hand tightened around it in reply, squeezing down gently on the hard shaft, holding it tightly as she sank her cunt down onto the tip of it.

"Oh, gosh, " Delia groaned, a sigh leaving her throat. Aya made a breathy noise herself as she pushed down, taking inches of cock into her tight embrace without a signal noise of protest. Delia wasn't massive, but she was bigger than the norm - enough to give a girl pause, certainly. Aya moved past that without difficulty, however, just dropping her hips at a steady, measured pace, kept perfectly even with her athletic body, never letting up for a moment.

"Feels as good as it looks…" Aya told herself, again under her breath. Her face was tight, brows furrowed, and she had a mask of concentration on as she worked herself down. Her free hand moved to set itself on Delia's collar, hooking itself there as if to brace itself. The other adjusted around the base of her shaft, pushing it upward and letting it rub through the silken seal of her cunt just a little bit better. The vascular cock dragged up along the bottom of her soft tunnel, grinding along sensitive spots, and she watched as Aya's brows twitched in something like pleasure.

"Wow," Delia sighed, biting her lip before letting it pop free. "Never had a woman go down on me this quick, I have to say."

"This is purely business, so there's no point wasting time with foreplay," Aya told her curtly, but her breath was coming out too quickly for someone so apparently professional.

Delia raised an eyebrow. She wasn't one to be teasing, especially when she was currently bound and at a Ninja's mercy, but she couldn't help herself from saying, "Are you sure? Because with the way you're acting, I think you do want to -"

"Shush," Aya scoffed, a childish and petulant look on her face.

Delia raised both of her brows this time. Questioning the green-haired woman was on her mind, but not something she had the leeway to achieve; not with her hips still descending, gobbling up inch after turgid inch, causing eyes to roll and groans to rise in her throat. While she'd fucked plenty of girls before and no small amount of women in the last bit, it didn't mean she could have someone just drop down in her lap, enfold her hardness in soft, wet insides, and it not affect her. It left her sighing with pleasure as her cock was wrapped tight in a brand-new pussy, and it wasn't something she could easily fight off.

Not that she wanted to, of course, even though it made her fingers stab into her palms. They wanted to be wrapped around the hipline accentuated by the pink kimono, gripping tightly as the woman thrust herself down onto her cock; instead, she could only fidget and groan as Aya sank down to the midsection of her shaft, filling out her tunnel with inches of broad cockmeat. The woman sighed through her nose and let her eyelids dip briefly before rolling her hips again, halting all forward motion and allowing her insides to bend wetly around her stiffness.

"That feels…" Aya stopped her words before they became more than a whisper, but the way she was gnawing on her lip indicated just how she was feeling about the cock lodged inside of her. Her hips twitched back and forth, grinding on it like a toy, and each movement drew similar twitches from her face. At Delia's questioning look she just tightened her face and looked stoically onward, dropping back down the rest of the way, letting the remainder of the thick rod to slide through her wet insides until her pelvis thumped against the mother's lap.

"Damn," Delia groaned, feeling a shudder pass through her spine. "That's - that's tight, Aya. You feel... great. "

"Th -" Aya stopped, again, and shook her head. "Irrelevant. Just take pleasure in it, and be ready to spread your lineage."

The woman blinked. "That is very awkward -"

Aya rolled her hips, cutting off Delia's words with clearly calculated movements. The Ninja looked on with cool smugness as she shifted her inner walls around the stiff cock, letting the soft pink squish wetly, before her hips twitched up with a muscular roll of her stomach. It was, as Delia noted, just her hips that rose - her ass almost twerking as her lower half rolled up the cock, powered by the movements of her stomach and the strength of her thighs.

Her pace was smooth, not rushed at all. She drew up the shaft with a roll of her backside, letting her spine dip into an inward-facing curve and jutting her ass out as she brought it up. Her cunt dragged off the thickness, leaving a trail of shiny wetness as she retracted. Inches of it pulled free of her grasping embrace, highlighting just how much she'd had shoved inside of her moments before, and she did it all without a hint of effort. Her hips just continued to roll, her face nothing but a mask of concentration as she moved along.

Delia groaned, unsure of what to say. It wasn't as if her words meant anything to Aya, and the woman seemed to want to maintain her businesslike demeanour. Her hips just pulled their way up, dragging her cunt up toward the tip with a sticky, wet noise, and a shifting of her copious juices. She rolled her way up, her pace languid and unrushed, until she drew up toward the tip of the cock; just the head nestled in her tightly-clinging folds. With a low sigh she rolled herself back down, maintaining her momentum with a smooth downward drop.

Her hips rolled forward, grinding the cock in her velvet depths as she pushed back down. Her stomach flexed with motion and her spine dipped, all to better move her ass down the cock - making sure that there was never a moment where she slowed. Her hips dropped at that steady, groan-inducing pace, not quite fast enough for the friction to drive Delia crazy but neither slow enough to leave her wanting more. Her cock throbbed within the sheath of tightness, pushing at tight walls, and each time it happened it made Aya's eyes squeeze.

"Remarkable," the woman sighed under her breath, biting down on her lip. She rolled her hips the moment she was flush against the base of the cock, again grinding the hard pole inside of her clamping tightness. It made Delia hiss and clench her hands, wanting very much to just grab her hips and go at it, but she couldn't. She could do nothing at all as the woman calmly brought her hips back up, the pace as measured and precise as before, not increasing nor decreasing.

Her hips worked up and down at that steady pace with precision; each movement measured and tight, maintaining the same pace the entire time. She never faltered, and each movement was smooth and rolling, her ass rising and falling along the cock with deft twerks. Her spine dipped and undulated as she threw her lower half into movement, rising up and dropping down on the hard, stiff cock, but her upper body never did. Her hands, both of them free, held onto Delia's lapels, and she held fast as she fucked down.

It made Delia breathe hard, but she was watching Aya's face more than she was relishing the feel of her around her shaft. It clenched tightly as she delved down and then twitched in pleasure as she rose up, with each movement drawing more out of her. She reigned in her emotions, though, each time she moved, making sure to keep it all down. Each time Delia tried to comment on that her hips would roll in just the right way to leave her sighing, inner walls fluttering around her hardness, making her feel nothing but bliss.

Still, she tried. "You feel great, Aya," she groaned out, letting her breath spill from her lips. Aya stared at her mouth as she talked, and, subtly, licked her lips. "So tight. And the way you move your hips? Incredible."

Aya furrowed her brow and shook her head. "Just take pleasure in it so we can both go our separate ways, Delia Ketchum - "

"That's not what you want," Delia pressed, not sure why she was pressing at all, but just doing so.

"That doesn't -"

"Come on, Aya," Delia pressed, "Let loose. I know it feels as good for you as it does for me."

Aya's brow furrowed even more. Her pace was still measured, still precise, her hips rising and falling in tight, lean arcs. Her athletic prowess was shown with each pump and pull of her hips which sent her cock sliding up the broad haft of cockmeat before descending once more to gobble up inches at a time. Delia struggled not to groan and moan as soft walls embraced her cock over and over again, taking it into the base before sliding back up with a wet noise.

"It's fine," Aya hissed, not quite committing one way or the other. Her face got tighter, though, her concentration strained. "It's - it feels fine."

"Not what your body is saying," Delia husked, trying to lean up from the chair. It didn't quite work with her hands bounced behind the spine, but she had enough slack to rise a few inches, at least.

"My - what would you know?" Aya scoffed, but her words were stammering, almost faltering.

Delia thought clumsily. "...Aura?"

Aya puffed out a breath. "That's not how it works. I - I think..."

She bit her lip, musing, while her hips rose and fell. Her pace was getting faster, though, and it wasn't as if it was because Delai's words were taking effect. Rather, they were distracting her for long enough for her body to do what it naturally wanted to do, breaking down her businesslike and precise riding and letting her hips delve down faster. Rises were more brisk, the twerks of her waistline more eager, each thrust letting her pump and pull at the cock lodged inside her with inner muscles.

"You've been watching me for a week," Delia insisted, speaking out words between grunts. "You want this, don't you, Aya? You're talking about 'the good of your clan' and stuff, but I bet your niece wasn't thinking about any of that - and you're not, either."

Aya rolled her hips powerfully, making Delia grunt. Her words died on her tongue as firm inner muscles stroked her cock, making her feel faint. Her dick was pulsating violently, her balls aching, and it was made worse as the woman deliberately rolled her curving hips forward, ass planted firmly in her lap, and grinded her cock with her insides. Sticky, wet pops filtered out as juices slicked along her length, with some of it bubbling out of her wide-stretched folds that were stuffed to the brim with hard cock.

"I am not so low," Aya told her, eyes hard.

"But you can take some pleasure in your work," Delia countered.

Aya hesitated, eyes shifting left and right. "I'm here on business," she insisted, "not because I'm lonely with my niece gone and my brother at the Elite Four -"

"I never said anything about being lonely."

Aya froze. She stopped moving entirely, just holding herself down all the way to the base, with fingers clenching tight around Delia's collar. The lack of movement was even more stressful for the Ketchum, and she resisted the urge to buck her hips and attempt to fuck upward - she just took the nerve-wracking stillness as the Ninja wrangled with her thoughts.

"Fuck it," Aya hissed, and lowered her head down to Delia's.

Delia wasn't sure what she expected out of that, but all the green-haired woman did was set her forehead against hers and hold it there - skin against skin, and nothing more. Then, with faster speed than before, her hips rose up. Her ass twerked up the cock at a blistering pace, sliding her sopping snatch off the towering length with twice the speed of before, dragging cunt walls along it with such intensity that it had her cock throbbing. She moved right up to the peak before descending with a downward drop of her ass and a forward roll of her pelvis, sliding the vascular rod across the length of her insides.

"Damn," Delia groaned directly into Aya's face, and she found that the Ninja's expression was alight with intense, if reluctant, passion. Now she was the one watching Delia's expressions, and as her hips clapped down against her lap and her ass plopped down, she smirked.

"That's it," Aya hummed, bringing herself up with a liquid roll. Her insides gushed along her shaft, and walls pressed in tight - moulding to her. She moved with smoothness, her stomach contorting and her hips grinding back and forth, sliding herself up to mid cock before instantly reversing course and slamming right back down. She impaled herself with a loud clap and a ringing noise, hips wiggling left and right, stirring up her insides with Delia's cock before bringing herself up again.

"I knew you wanted it," Delia groaned, unable not to comment, and watched as Aya's face twitched with amusement.

"You're quite the virile woman," the green-haired Ninja told her, hips a blur of movement - rising and falling on her cock with hard and fast movements, her pace needy and quick rather than measured and paced. She worked herself up and down with vigour, fucking herself on half the cock at a time as if desperate for the heady clapping of their joining hips. "It was fun to watch you fuck all these other women over and over again. I'll take a bit of that for myself right now, thank you very much."

"Go for it," Delia grunted, trying not to let her cock throb too badly. The way Aya was moving was groan-inducing and heady, and her balls were already starting to ache for it.

She was a Ninja, and she really knew how to move her body. She learned that very, very quickly, as the sudden increase of pace and the riot of motion was throwing her into a fit. It was made more intense when Aya rose up onto her knee, planting it securely against Delia's, and kicked her other leg out - setting it on the table behind her in a ludicrous display of flexibility, then began using that as leverage to push herself up and down. She was no longer bouncing, but fucking herself down with her thighs, flexing them as if she were doing squats onto her dick.

She went up and down with hard, fast motions, briskly pushing herself onto the tall, jutting spear. It was totally abrupt and not at all what Delia expected to see, but what she expected didn't even factor into Aya's plans. She moved entirely of her own self-desire, pushing herself up with flexes of her thighs, legs tensing with effort, showing an extreme measure of control despite the awkwardness of her position - and then dropping right back down with a hard, ringing clap, slamming herself down against Delia's pelvis.

"Wow," Delia whined, unable to find words for what was happening. "Aya -"

Aya breathed to herself as she pushed herself up with strong rolls of her thighs and then pushed herself right back down again, rising and flailing onto the cock with a shocking degree of finesse. The leg stretched out beside Delia tensed hard, muscles stretching at the smooth skin, while the other caressing her own thigh tensed hard. Her stomach rolled as her pelvis pushed forward, dragging her snatch off the cock, before driving herself right back down again with a resounding thud.

Words had no place in what Aya was doing, Delia quickly realized that. She moved like a hellion, almost, riding Delia with sudden speed and ferocity that left her feeling dizzy - though, granted, that might have been because of whatever drugged her. It left her wincing and reeling, her head spinning with each drop of her hips, drawing out hard whines from her lips. She gasped and grunted as her throbbing cock was caressed by velvety tightness at a speed that was too fast to honestly follow, and when compared to before, it was almost too much for her.

She gasped as Aya threw herself into a fit, clapping down again and again. She slammed onto her cock without any attempt at measuring or pacing herself, just moving, and time and time again Delia was left groaning. It felt good, and she was already strained - holding out wasn't even a possibility at this stage. Sighing, she could only attempt to take Aya's ferocious approach to sex, admiring the way her body moved even as it made her ache.

The Ninja was hot and needy, fucking herself down with near-wild abandon, her breaths almost growling out. She shoved herself down again and again, leaving the kitchen ringing with the sound of the frantic fucking. Her face tightened and tensed, but it was her own way of expressing her pleasure. Delia could tell, as she'd seen it more than enough to know. It was surprising, and Delia was left wondering just how true her words had been - how close to home they'd struck. Just how needy Aya truly was, and how lonely she must have been back home to do something so lewd.

Thought, though, wasn't something she could manage - not as her cock swelled out more and more with each passing moment, her orgasm approaching. She tried to warn her with whispered words, stammering out an, "I'm close," but Aya didn't even falter. Naturally, she would not. It was her intention the entire time, and so she only leaned in, letting their foreheads roll together, and grinned victoriously.

"Don't hold back," she said, a command and an order rolled into one, and Delia could only shudder.

She was quickly shuddering for an entirely different reason. Her cock throbbed within the velvet sheath of Aya's cunt as she rode her hard and fast, and quickly she was tipped over the edge. She ground under her breath as her cock began to unload directly into her body, showing not an ounce of restraint - Aya wanted her cum, her body knew what was on offer, and every bit of her was eager to take it. If the woman wanted her child, she was sure to get it. The load that spilled into her was big - maybe more than the Ninja herself predicted, as she, too, was soon sent groaning.

Cum plastered her insides in rich waves of seed, all of it splattering across the length of her cunt. Walls were sent squirming as they were coated over in white, thick droplets of seed finding purchase in the fluttering pink. More of the virile fluid bombarded the entrance to her baby-making in slick waves of forty heat, and that had Aya rolling her hips and whining under her breath. More and more rich fluid entered her by the moment, with the Ninja quickly rolling her hips as if to milk more out - pumps and pumps of the stuff, happily taking everything she could.

Baby-batter coated her insides, filling her up to the brim. At least, so it felt to Delia; all she knew was that the hole she was buried within was utterly filled, liquid sloshing around her cock, and the sounds leaving Aya's lips were thoroughly satisfactory. Delia's head spun to feel it, and her body tingled as the woman continued to roll her hips and ride her shaft, gently coaxing out more - more than Delia thought she could offer, but her balls felt limitless. If the woman wanted to be carrying her kid by the time she was done here, well, she was almost certain to have achieved that.

Aya was soon panting, head lowered, eyes almost glazed. She breathed as hard as Delia had, but there was something else in her voice besides tiredness. Eagerness, perhaps, or something else besides, but it left her cheeks ruddy and her lips parted.

"So," Delia said at length, very much taking note of her still-rolling hips caressing her cock, "you got what you came for."

"Yes."

Delia nodded. "And now you can untie me."

Aya inclined her head. "Yes."

There was a pause.

"So," Delia repeated, "you, ah, up for a little bit more fun ?"

Aya gave her a look.

--

The loud, fleshy claps echoed out, reverberating across clean tile and glass, and mingled with the sounds of rushing water. It rained down onto thrusting bodies in a warm haze, making skin go slick and slippery. Not slippery enough, however, for either of them to lose purchase, and Aya resolutely clung to her like some tree-frog or Toxicroak. She didn't even seem bothered by the rushing water, and just continued to force herself onto Delia's cock again, and again.

Their bodies were set together closely, both of them standing upright and pressing into one another. Delia's hands were tight around her hips, grasping at wet curves, and her feet were planted. Her partner, om the other, was not. She stood on only one leg, as the other was thrown up high in a remarkable and envious display of flexibility. Her foot pressed into the cool, wet tile just above the mother's head, with her calf lightly resting on her shoulder. The limb was almost in-line with her head, making it look more like a ballet maneuver than a sex position.

One of Aya's arms was thrown around her neck, the back of the elbow clenched tight around the back of it, and her hand lingered around her collar. That was all the woman had to brace herself - a wrapping arm and a planted foot while her body pushed itself into some facsimile of a split. And, yet, she made it work, with her pelvis somehow moving with just as much skill and finesse as Delia's was. As she thrust forward and into the tight embrace of her snatch the woman pushed back to meet her, filling the shower with thick, resounding claps. Her stomach flexed with remarkable motion and her legs tensed with strength as she matched the futa beat for beat and thrust for thrust, showing off just how athletic she could be.

Better, she was ravenous - hungry for the sex. It was like Delia's first time with Grace and her insatiable antics, but taken to a new, nerdier edge. Aya clearly didn't get out much and had entertainment even less, and it was as if she were making up on lost time. The auburn-haired woman could not complain about that whatsoever, and just enjoyed the way she fucked back against her, hips clapping and pelvis slapping.

"Fuck me," Aya growled, face nuzzling into and nipping at the crook of her neck, making her moan.

Her response was to move her hips firmly, thrusting forward through her standing position, working her cock back and forth. It drove into sopping depths with a quick rolling movement, grinding her many inches across tight cunt walls, before retracting to the sounds of raining water. It smacked against the shower all around them, throwing up mist and steam, but it went ignored as they fucked like animals. She pumped forward over and over, and found hips descending to match her - slapping against her core, producing wet claps before they pulled away.

"I told you that you needed this," Delia purred into her hairline, and was matched by a groan-inducing bite to her neck.

"Time talking is better put to fucking," she husked against her skin, her own hips pulling back with a strong flex of her core. Delia could feel the muscles of her leg tense against her shoulder and her arm tighten around her neck, and it made her groan each time. "So fuck me, you Ketchum stud."

Lustful words were matched by eager bucks of her hips, which saw her cock glide through the velvety seal of her pussy. She drove into it with hard thrusts and eager rolls, moving with mostly half of her cock at a time. Aya was impaled through and through, and her insides continued to happily wrap around her hard slab and stroke away at it - almost milking it. She groaned into her as the two fucked in tandem, bodies moving against one another and producing a lewd beat.

"So good," Delia grunted, hips swinging back and forth in tight, thorough arcs. Her hands slipped off thighs to grab at Aya's hanging ass, and she squeezed down with a groan of relish. It was nice and plump, but tight and toned- she could even feel muscles working under the skin as her pelvis rocked forward to meet her thrusting shaft. Finger dug into the taut skin as she fucked, using it as a handhold with which to swing Aya onto her cock.

Aya matched it with a buck of her pelvis, grinding inner walls against her hardness, and drawing out yet more moans. It felt amazing, and Delia struggled to hold on against the athletic onslaught. Despite that, she wasn't afraid of them slipping - though shower sex was notoriously fickle and difficult, Aya held everything in the palm of her hands. There was no risk, and the Ninja put all of her talents to good, if far too lewd, use in slamming their nethers together.

"Fuck," Aya hissed, face tight. Her hips worked back and forth with considerable force, slamming herself down onto the thrusting slab of cockmeat without much difficulty - her flexibility truly awe-inspiring to the homely mother. "That's…"

"Good?" Delia offered cheekily, and received another nip to her neck.

"Don't be cheeky," the woman said, but her false-reluctance had melted away entirely by now. There was no hiding how horny and needy she was, and it was all just an act, if that. She went at it happily, thrusting in time to Delia's pumping hips, matching her beat effortlessly. Her pelvis slapped against hers with satisfying claps and the muscles of her body all flexed in unison, working her just as actively as her partner - maybe more so, in fact, proving that she was anything but passive.

Hips rolled into one another as they fucked at the same time, working in a lewd harmony that left them gasping. Breathlessly, Delia laid into the woman with hard jabs and rolls, fucking into her velvet quim with force. No matter how hard she was she never threw Aya off balance, and the woman continued to match her thrusts with eager ones of her own. She matched her with effortless ease, her stomach rolling and her leg tensing high above her shoulder, foot remaining tight against the tile despite the raining water.

Delia squeezed her ass and hauled her onto her thrusting slab of cockmeat even as it began to pulsate. There was no attempt to stop and no word of warning; they both knew what they wanted and went right for it. Her throbbing cock slammed through her tight pussy with hard strokes as Delia used up whatever stamina she had burning in her limbs to fuck as hard as she could; driving her cock up in hard, gasp-inducing strokes. Aya took them eagerly, slamming right back against her, letting water splash off her creamy body and fling outward like rain hitting an umbrella.

"Give it to me," she groaned senselessly, wholly indulging in the lewdness of what they were doing and not at all caring about being the professional Ninja she'd introduced herself as.

Delia thrust up hard and let herself go, once more allowing her cock to release her load into the green-haired woman's tight channel. Aya moaned loudly as her cunt was filled up with another warm batch of baby-batter, her insides relishing the feeling of the thick fluid washing through her just as much as her face showed it. Her eyes rolled and her teeth bit into her lip as she pulled back, eager and groaning, happy to have more of Delia's child-making seed drenching her womb.

It wasn't enough for her to get her to stop, though, because Aya was still thrusting back against Delia, fucking herself against her throbbing cock. She took the release hungrily, voice groaning out in bliss, her head rolling and whipping around her water-logged hair - but her hips kept rolling, legs kept tensing, and even as Delia squeezed her ass it was still flexing with motion. Aya fucked her right through her orgasmic release, taking the womb-filling load without pausing, needier than Delia could express with words.

"Lean back," Aya ordered before Delia's cock had even finished its intoxicating release, and, groaning, the woman could only obey.

She leaned back, shoulders pressing against the wall, and she just watched as Aya repositioned her risen leg without trouble - setting it down, instead, right by her hip, planting the foot flat against the wall. The arm around her neck tightened as the other reached up to grab the silver metal that marked the top of the shower, and her hand clenched tightly around it; using it, almost, as one would a hanging bar. Her other leg rose up at the same time and planted itself down to the other side of her hips, leaving Aya without a single limb touching the ground.

It was an incredulous showing, and Delia doubted anyone else she knew could manage it. Aya had just hefted herself into the hands clutching her ass, settling some of her weight there, while the rest of her was braced on the feet planted to either side of the wall and her arms were keeping her steady. If Delia wasn't leaning, she was sure they'd topple over - but as it was her body was now locked into the awkward, backward lean, with Aya set on top of her like a girl riding cowgirl. Against a wall, granted, but something like their earlier position.

Delia was not about to sweat the details, though. All she knew was that her still-throbbing cock was caressed by her fluttering insides, which were still being dragged along her cock as she pushed herself away from the wall. Her legs bunched tightly before pushing up with muscular contractions, showing the power of her limbs and the strength of her body. She was holding onto nothing in particular and simply using her natural Ninja skills to cling to the wall like a frog and fuck herself down onto the woman's cock, and Delia didn't have a single thing to do or say edgewise.

She really didn't want to, either.

Aya maintained her rough riding, keeping up the intense beat she'd shown throughout the entire shower. Her legs pumped and pushed her along, bringing her lower half up and down, somehow bracing herself with her feet alone. Hands gripped tight and her arm tensed, holding her steady against Delia, all to bounce along the cock. She moved with single-minded intent, and all the auburn-haired woman could do was hold onto her ass and try to remain upright as the woman bucked and writhed against her, slamming down with hard, ringing claps/

"Fuck! Yes!" Aya moaned, her voice hard. She didn't seem to have any problems in swearing and voicing out her pleasures, and was quite happy to raise her voice above the sound of the water. She pumped up and down with hard rises of her hips, letting herself delve onto the hard cock - taking it as deep as she could on each go before trying again. " NNngh - yes - "

"Keep going, Aya," Delia urged, more to say something than to help the woman along. Her hands gripped her ass and squeezed, kneading the plump flesh as it tensed under her palms. It bounced along, and she could barely adjust and keep it in her hands, such was the speed with which Aya brought it up and down. "You're going - fuck - great."

Aya moaned out her approval as she took the cock into her steaming depths again and again, slamming down onto the engorged shaft. Her pelvis swung in hard arcs, rising as high as her athletic body and firm muscles would allow, and then using all of that to send herself crashing down with fleshy thuds. Each movement had the water spraying off her body in new and inventive ways, from a high spray to wide-reaching waterfalls. The droplets hit everywhere with little patters and plops, and Delia was happy that the shower door was closed - as, otherwise, the entire washroom would be wet by now.

"Fuck," Delia groaned under her breath, attempting to bounce Aya along in time with her movements. She couldn't properly thrust in the position she was forced into, because she was afraid she'd loose her footing and fall; already she had to brace the woman that was clinging to the wall, and the awkward lean she found herself in was only just keep them aloft. Anything more was risky for her, and so she could do nothing but take the strange, almost surreal riding as it went on. "Fuck, Aya…"

"Such a good cock," Aya praised, not really listening. "Mmmm… I understand why Janine… h-hah…. "

She rutted against her with hard and fast rolls of her hips, letting her pelvis rise and fall in great, ringing arcs. She slammed down with an echoing force that was louder than the shower itself, and the vibrations sent curves wobbling. Delia's heft chest bounced high while Aya's firmer pair wobbled gently on her chest, and all of the rest of her curvature shook with gentle shudders. Groaning, Delia gripped her ass tighter as the woman bounced and bucked, biting her lip as her cock was enfolded by the tight, clinging cunt over and over again.

"Just keep yourself like that," Aya told her, not really speaking to her. "Just -just stay like that, Delia -"

Her hips pushed up and down at a frantic, breathless pace, her face tight and twitching, her eyes rolling and lashes fluttering. She bit her lips and ran her tongue over them in equal measure, doing so almost in time to the rise and fall of her pelvis. She worked herself up and down with brisk, hungry movements, dragging her velvet quim off of the thick mast and shoving herself back down onto it again. It was clear just how needy and hungry she was for a good banging, and any attempt at being modest was well and truly gone.

Delia supposed the shower sex was enough for that, but even so, this last little bit reinforced it. It was nothing less than hot, baby-making sense, pure indulgence at its best, and that was it. Which, she also supposed, was all it needed to be, and she had no problem in holding herself still and allowing herself to be ridden like a Pokemon for the second time that day. It was supremely delightful, and she just let her head rest against the wet tile as Aya threw herself up and down, dragging herself along the cock and slamming down with ringing claps.

Her ass clapped against her pelvis, shaking in her hands, before tensing with motion and pulling herself up again. Her legs bunched and flexed as they worked hard; like doing squats, she pushed herself away from the wall and then let a mixture of gravity and momentum send her pelvis swinging forward. She was like a pendulum, and her cunt was able to gobble up inches of hard cockmeat at a time. Her snatch gushed around it, dripping with wetness and seed, and walls clenched tight. They held her cock firmly, grasping onto it hungrily, before shifting with wet pops.

" Fuck, " Aya sighed hard.

Her athletic body twisted and turned as she fucked herself against Delia, legs constantly working hard to push her away from the wall. Delia leaned into it more and more by the moment, clutching the taut, curvy ass in her hands, letting her hands be pulled along as Aya fucked. It was pretty much out of her hands, and she didn't mind or care - it was fun, and this was a level of control she'd never seen before. Girls rode her, played with her, showed her things, sure, but this…

As far as Delia was confirmed, it was delightful. She lost herself in the moment, enjoying the play of their bodies and the sight of muscles working underneath of smooth skin, adoring the heat of the water and the way it sprayed out in amusing arcs. She watched with groans on her lips as hips rose and fell, and shivered as her cock was sheathed again and again and again within the Ninja woman's tight, clenching snatch, driving through layers of wetness and clinging warmth.

Her dick was swelling out again in no time at all, and Aya only took more pleasure in it. She groaned and moaned as she bucked her hips and worked herself back and forth, driving down onto the swollen rod. The vascular cock ground against her soft, squishy insides, bending them around haphazardly - searching for more, moment by moment. Delia moaned loudly with each drop of the Ninja's hips, gripping her ass tightly, and squeezed her eyes down into slivers. Her cock throbbed harder and harder, almost as intense as the drops of Aya's hips until, for the third time, it exploded.

Aya still didn't stop, not even with the third load plastering her insides over in white. She was relentless, and her hips continued to rise and fall even as another helping of rich babybatter was sent pumping into her insides. Walls fluttered and bulged out as the weight of the dense fluid pushed against it, which were, in turn, was churned by each pump of her pelvis. Cum was shifted and squelched by the thrusting cock, which seeded her potent fluid along the length of her tunnel - each thrust packing it in deeper, more thoroughly, ensuring that each velvet inch was soaked over in impregnating seed.

Hips dropped with loud claps, with the only pause in Aya's movements being the twitches and shudders of her pelvis. Even when the Ninja-woman was taking pleasure she didn't stop; clearly she was so pent-up and needy that the act of stopping wasn't even a consideration, and she just kept going. She fucked herself against Delia with low growls and needy groans, letting seed fill her up to the brim, pushing past the guarantee of pregnancy and into something that was nothing more than pure, lustful enjoyment.

"Aya," Delia groaned, trying to grab the woman's attention by slapping her ass. "Aya."

"What?" Aya asked, sighing.

"I have more comfortable places than a shower," she said, noting very clearly that Aya still wasn't stopping.

Aya stared at her. "...Good. Tell me where, and I'll carry you there."

"Not how -" Delia stopped, biting her lip as her cock was shoved unceremoniously into an inner wall. " H-h-hah… down the hall, to the left."

" Perfect. "

Chapter 6: Wicke

Summary:

Wicke is on Pallet Town working with Professor Oak! And look, she's staying at Delia's house. How nice.

Chapter Text

Delia Ketchum did not personally know the woman that Professor Oak introduced her to. She had never met or seen her before, but by that point, such occurrences were about par for the course. He was always doing stuff like that, bringing people over to their little Town to work with him at the Lab for a few weeks, then seeing them off. She understood the nature of Pokemon research and the scientific method, and it wasn't as if she had any problems with his business.

Rather, it was that she was always the one to end up helping to orient the new Professors around, letting them get their bearings in their Town. It was her that ended up hosting them in her own home half the time, which, while nice for the company, did act as an otherwise bothersome little niggle with Oak's collaborative work. It was just a tiny bit awkward for her to host a stranger every now and then, personable though she was.

It was just that tiny bit more awkward given that she didn't actually want to host anyone. She'd come to appreciate having her house to herself over the last few months, and if she were being quite honest with herself, the freedoms of being able to call over and host fuck buddies and sex friends and engage in hot baby making sex was purely indulgent. Being asked to host someone meant all of that had to end for some time, and that was more than a tiny bit miffing.

Of course, she could not tell Oak that. Neither would she ever be rude and say no, so locked into hosting a stranger it was. There were other venues and homes for sex, at least. It just would not be as free or as shameless, perhaps, but that was okay. She was not some rampant horndog of a teenager, and she could control herself for a few weeks.

Or, at least, so Delia thought, but that lasted up until Oak turned the other person around and introduced her.

"This is Wicke," he said, "a research assistant from the Alolan archipelago."

At once, Delia knew that hosting the woman would either be more troublesome, or more enjoyable, than she'd anticipated. Sure, her big shock of purple hair drew the eyes, but the expert-mother-maker only had hers trained on the frankly fantastic body in front of her. Large, heavy tits strained at the front of a diligent and respectable outfit, hips were nice and wide against a neat pencil skirt, and her backside could only be described- in Delia's humble words, at least - as an ass that just wouldn't quit.

Not an hourglass, perhaps, but a curvy, thick display of womanhood, all width and substance. Normally, Delia could pride herself on being a bit more tender and composed. As it was, she felt a touch flushed as she stared at hips that would serve well during childbirth and a stomach that, though gently soft, was just begging to be filled up with a baby. And, perhaps she knew her thoughts were more depraved than they should have been, but damn, Wicke looked good enough to fuck and conceive with.

Delia cleared her throat. "Wicke? What a wonderful exotic name. I'm Delia Ketchum, the resident single mother and primary caretaker around these parts."

She offered her hand and grinned jokingly, and to her credit, Wicke did huff out a laugh. Clearly baffled by her words, sure, but that was the easiest way to laughter in Delia's opinion. "That's quite the list of titles, Ms. Ketchum. Pleased to meet someone of your unique qualification."

Wicke's tone was jovial and tender, like a babysitter or a mother. Soft, kind-spoken, and earnest. All of that was good by Delia's books. It meant a nice woman to host, and someone enjoyable to tease and seduce. Not, of course, that she only thought with her dick when it came to women, but she'd be otherwise disappointed it Wicke did not leave Pallet Town a bit heavier around the midsection.

"I'm typically the one hosting the Professor's guests," she explained jovially as she shook the buxom woman's hand. "And a lot of the other lonely women around here, so I've gotten a great deal of experience."

"Ah." Wicke sort of nodded in thought. "Do you actually caretaker, then? Some sort of a boarding house?"

Delia thought on her words, then laughed. "I didn't mean to implement something so literal, sorry. More that I'm everyone's prime source of, shall we say, entertainment around here, so I'm often hosting people in my home."

The purple-haired beauty's eyes widened with understanding. As she adjusted her glasses, she said, "ah, I see! Then you must be the perfect host for me, then."

Delia laughed amicably. "So I'd like to think." Her wink was sly and subtle. "I've gotten very good with women, in fact."

"Quite so," Professor Oak rumbled, and Delia had to actually remind herself that she was not, in fact, alone and seducing her way into Wicke's skirt. Luckily, understanding was not evident on the aging man's face. "Delia often hosts people at her home, and everyone appears to leave satisfied. So, despite the cultural difference and regional disparity, I believe you will enjoy your time in Pallet Town."

Delia nodded and smiled reassuringly.

"Oh, I believe so," Wicke said with the utmost kindness. "So long as I am able to assist your research, Professor, and we can help all these darling Pokemon, I know I'll enjoy my stay."

The Professor smiled. "A scientist after my own heart."

Oh, Delia thought. A really kind and earnest one, huh? Just like… Hm… I can work with that…

"And thank you for agreeing to host me," Wicke thanked, almost even dipping her head at Delia. Though she frowned in puzzlement, the woman appeared entirely earnest. "I promise not to be a burden, of course -"

Delia reached out to scoop up the woman's hand, then tenderly squeezed. As she made full eye contact, she smiled charmingly. "Don't worry, I'm positive we'll get along great. You'll have a lot of fun with me, Wicke."

Wicke beamed. "I look forward to it!"

"So do I," Delia assured, and kept on smiling.

Maybe hosting a stranger wouldn't be such a downer after all….

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"You're really quite the cook," Wicke complimented. She ate her food with an almost kind hand, which Delia found amusing. She did not know a person could eat like that, but it was rather amusing to see. The woman was kind through and through, even in the cant of her words. Heck, Delia almost felt bad for just ogling her chest from across the table, honestly.

Though, when she considered how much there was to ogle, she did not really feel all that bad. Wicke had removed her strange cloak-like shawl to leave herself in just that big, fuzzy pink sweater Delia found so charming, leaving bare that steep curve of her tits - a very steep curve, her mind continually noticed. She had to be in the E-cup range at least, and maybe more. She was really stacked, and the woman just could not resist something like that.

Of course, Wicke wasn't there just to get dicked down. Delia seriously hoped so, of course, as it would make things significantly more interesting, but she was nothing if not a good host beyond that. Licking her lips and eating just as calmly, she winked across the table at the well-groomed purple-haired woman and made every attempt to be as charming as possible.

"I've had a lot of practice," she replied. "I've been cooking for my son for a long time, of course, but a lot of others besides. Friends, family, other guests…"

"Your son is the trainer, right?" Wicke asked between bites, making sure to chew and swallow each one carefully. She was polite and had excellent etiquette, though Delia was more focused on the plumpness of her lips.

"Yes," she confirmed. "He left some time ago, but that's a long time to perfect my cooking."

Wicke nodded. "Your food does have that 'home-cooked' charm, I'll confess. It's quite nice."

"You flatter me," Delia drawled.

Wicke smiled and adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses. "I do.'

"You might not mean it, though." Delia winked playfully. "Could just be complimenting me to get on my good side."

Wicke pouted. "I'd never. I mean it!"

Delia grinned. "The earnest type, are we?"

"I'm always truthful," she told her, voice firm and earnest. Delia just licked her lips and smirked.

"I can see that." She inclined her head and scooped up some of her salad. "You seem like you're a very honest woman, Wicke."

"I mean, I'd like to think so." Wicke, again, only spoke between mouthfuls, never really going for much more than that. Her etiquette was precise and pristine, and Delia enjoyed it. "So, I mean it when I say this food is good."

Delia laughed and brushed back auburn hair. "Glad to hear it. When a woman like you compliments me, I always feel rather… hm, proud."

"A woman like me?" Wicke asked, purple brow raised.

"A beautiful woman," Delia explained, firm and even. She didn't shy away from the bold remark, and Wicke only blinked with both brows raised in brief surprise. She did not reprimand her, and Delia supposed it was because she did not understand if it was her being hit on or just complimented. It was likely a bit hard to tell at first glance, and surely didn't realize that Delia was packing - or she did, and didn't care. Either way, it worked to the Ketchum woman's advantage. "And… I have been meaning to ask, what brings a beautiful woman to a town like this?"

"I mean, objectively, you're a beautiful woman in a town like this," Wicke pointed out, to which Delia, again, laughed.

"You have a point!" She cheerfully agreed. "But I'm not talking about boring old me."

Wicke smiled kindly. "I doubt you're boring."

"You'll have plenty of first-hand experience to confirm it," Delia assured with a wink. "So?"

Wicke ate methodically. "Professor Oak is helping me with a… rehabilitation regime for some injured Pokemon. There's some research to be done, some of the finer niggles in my work to be sorted out, and the Professor had a handful of Pokemon of his own that needed help."

Delia just frowned. "I'm not quite sure I understand?"

"Ah, yes." Wicke cleared her throat. "I've been trying to heal an injured and… somewhat traumatized Pokemon, and I thought some fresh, foreign air would do it some good. The Professor expressed interest in my research and my work, and with a need for such help for his own Pokemon, here I am. I'm here to help rehabilitate them so they can be released back into the wild."

"Oh." Delia still frowned. "So, you're like a Nurse? You help injured Pokemon?"

Wicke laughed gently. "I suppose you could think of it that way. Injuries, for sure. Trauma, too, and other different conditions that might make cause them too much trouble for them to survive in the wild."

"I think I get it." Delia thought about it, then shrugged. "Well, it sounds like quite the noble calling. Certainly, empathetic. You're into healing Pokemon, then?"

"Not just Pokemon, but yes." Wicke shrugged. "Call it Pokemon Conservationism, I suppose. It's not my main job, but it's what I enjoy doing."

"Not your main job?" Delia's lips twisted into a grin. "This seems like a main job. What do you do?"

"Ah, just managing and scheduling things," Wicke said dismissively, her hand waving. "Right now, this is what I do."

The auburn-haired woman chuckled softly. "Understood. For what it's worth, I think that is an awesome thing to pursue. Certainly, it takes a very empathetic and kind person to want to do that kind of thing."

The purple-haired woman gently blushed. "Oh, I don't know about that. It's just something I care for."

"A caring person, then."

"I - perhaps!" Wicke laughed, all friendly and calm. "Though I wouldn't want to oversell it."

"Hey, I think it's okay to oversell." Delia winked. "Besides, you're a beautiful woman with a caring job - that's worthy of appreciation."

Wicke shook her head, sending well-coiffed hair bouncing. "When you put it like that…"

"Oh? Did I sell you on it?"

Another laugh. "No, but it proves you're very kind, too."

At that, Delia rolled her eyes and laughed. "I don't know about that. I'm nowhere near as kind as you, Wicke."

"You don't know that," the woman very kindly pointed out. "But, you have opened your doors to a stranger, so you must be."

Delia waved her hand. "I do this all the time, it's fine. You're really not the first person I've hosted on behalf of the Professor."

"You could say no, I imagine."

"I wouldn't," she replied. "That'd be rude."

"Ah," Wicke hummed, a glint in her eyes. "So, you are kind."

Delia stared. Then, she laughed. "Ah, I see! Well, I guess you've caught me out."

Wicke smiled.

"At the very least," Delia said some moments later, "I've had enough people over at my house to be a good host, so do let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, alright?"

Wicke nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you. I won't be a bother, however, so don't worry about me."

"Trust me," she drawled, "I couldn't keep my mind off you even if I tried."

"You seem to have a lot of friends over," Wicke noted some days later, staring at her curiously from the couch. Delia only smiled; She'd just seen Daisy off, patting her on the shoulder and urging her off of her body. She'd clung to her in the doorway after their little impromptu - but very much masked and hidden - makeout session, and all Wicke had seen was them embracing. Nothing but two girls acting all friendly and close, and nothing more.

Of course, it was more, but she didn't have to know that Daisy had come over for a little booty call that Delia was, unfortunately, forced to decline given her guest. An unfortunate little outcome, but she wouldn't be a bad host by fucking someone under her roof when she was hosting someone. Definitely a regret, but it was what it was and she had her eyes firmly focused on the future - namely, the fun she might have.

"I do," Delia confirmed. Daisy hadn't been the only one, and the rotation of girls she talked with at her door, had inside, or otherwise talked to seemed to draw attention. Nothing happened, of course, but it went past that line of 'very friendly person in town' to something more. If Wicke knew what that was, though, she did not show it. She just seemed curious, and the Ketchum woman only smiled. "They like seeing me, and I like seeing them.

"You really are a busy body."

"You're saying that," Delia laughed. "But you're the one helping your Pokemon all day."

She sat on the couch beside Wicke and returned to the little chick-flick she'd put on to entertain them both. Though, mostly, it was so that she could sit near the busty woman in her high-waisted skirt and fuzzy shirt and begin to lay the moves on her. Either Wicke didn't realize she was being more than friendly or she was receptive to it, and neither impeded Delia's progress.

"It's busy work!"

"I believe it," Delia hummed. She nudged herself into place beside Wicke and rubbed their thighs together. "You're a real hard worker, aren't you?"

"I suppose." the woman dismissed.

Delia winked and chuckled. "Ah, that's the voice of someone who is."

Wicke laughed amicably, but softly. "It's a lot of work to help all these poor Pokemon, and I just want them to be nice and safe."

"I understand." She nodded her head a few times. "It's very noble of you."

"It's not meant to be noble…"

The auburn-haired woman clicked her tongue and set a hand on Wicke's thigh. "It's definitely kind."

"Well, the point is to help the Pokemon."

"I understand." Delia nodded twice. "You're helping them heal and live their lives. Move on, in a way."

Wicke considered her words for a moment. "Yes, I suppose so. Moving on, at least."

"Mhm." Delia winked. "I know a thing or two about that. It's hard when your son leaves you after so long - you know, empty nest syndrome, all that. Lots of mothers around here that feel the same."

Wicke considered her words. "Ah, is that why you meet up with them so often?

She nodded. "Yeah. You know, keep each other company, scratch those itches in any way they might need… get over that trauma. "

The busty woman snorted. "I see."

"Us lonely mothers crave the intimacy, and I provide that." Another smile. "Intimately."

"You seem like a very intimate person," Wicke said matter-of-factly, clearly not quite getting it - and that made Delia laugh. "W-what?"

"Nothing at all." Delia winked again. "I'll happily show you how intimate I am some time, I think."

Wicke shrugged, sending her impressive chest bouncing. "Sure! I imagine it'd be quite fun to hang out with the other women around town."

Licking her lips gently, Delia squeezed Wicke's thigh. "Oh, it's very fun. Trust me on that."

"Sorry about that," Delia hummed, her hand effortlessly hooking the towel around her modest chest - at least, in comparison to Wicke's, that was. "I was all sweaty, so I needed a shower. Terribly sorry about that."

"Not at all, not at all," Wicke dismissed happily as she dumped her groceries on the kitchen counter. Delia had been too busy in the shower to help her, which she felt modestly bad about. It was better, though, than walking down with her hair mussed, makeup smudged, and sweat dripping off of her motherly body. "I'm not here to be a bother."

"Never a bother," Delia reassured her, fingers trailing over the back of her hand. Wicke stared, then flushed just a touch - but not much. "What did you get? This is a lot."

"Oh, I just wanted to cook an Alolan dish tonight. To say thank you." Wicke picked up some vegetables Delia did not recognize. "Taste of home, and all that. Not quite everything I need, but it's something!"

"I'm sure you'll make do." Delia regarded the spread. "Alolan, huh? Never had that before…"

"You'll like it," Wicke assured. "It's very good, and I'm a good cook."

"Oh, I bet you are," Delia purred, and again, trailed fingers along her bicep. Wicke stared, but it didn't last as she began to pull stuff out of her bags.

"I ran into that, hm, Violet girl outside," Wicke hummed conversationally. "She seemed in a bit of a rush."

Delia paused, and she tried not to laugh. It was true, of course. She had been in a rush to get back home, especially given that Delia had a guest over. That hadn't been enough to stop either of them from getting a good quickie in, though. It was why she found a shower so necessary: the only way to wipe away the evidence of sex.

"She had to get back home," Delia said neutrally.

"Ah." Wicke shuffled through the stuff she'd bought. She was slow and methodical, but tender even with the fruits and veggies. "Does she live far?"

Delia shrugged. "You could say that, yes. Not too far, but not terribly close."

"Quite the trip," Wicke said observationally.

"It is. We're good friends."

Again, Wicke hummed. "Well. That's nice!"

"Yes, it is."

"She was quite familiar, too. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before?"

Delia grinned as she wiped her hair down. She was still in her towel, but Wicke didn't really stare at her. Of course, it'd make the situation more than a little bit too friendly for anyone, so she imagined that the woman was just playing it cool and trying not to stare at her host in a strange state of dress.

"Yes, she's been on TV before. One of the Sensational Sisters? They do concerts with Water-Type Pokemon."

Wicke's nose scrunched up. "Hm... The name might be familiar, but I'm not sure. The face is, though."

Delia shrugged. "Maybe I'll show you something of hers, later."

Another hum. "You have a lot of people coming around. Have you noticed?"

"I daresay I have," Delia laughed.

Wicke flushed. "Oh, I did not mean to seem, ah -"

"There was no offence taken." Delia inclined her head. "It's just that I have, of course, noticed. I'm quite happy about it, too. I enjoy seeing everyone."

"I see." Wicke frowned gently. "I suppose I never expected just how popular you'd be with women."

The auburn-haired woman smiled. "I am. Like I said, everyone's getting lonely around these parts; I just offer company."

Wicke carried her stuff over to the kitchen counter. "For tens of minutes at a time?"

"Keeping count?"

"Observing."

Delia left her hair in a fuzzy heap that spilled down her shoulders. "Sometimes, it only takes a good half hour to make you nice, comfortable, and full, you know?"

Wicke seemed to think about it. "I can't say that I do, no."

"Well, now, isn't that a shame?" Delia came up beside her and set a friendly hand on her lower back. Wicke squeaked just a touch, barely noticeable. "I'd love to correct that sometime, Wicke."

"I-Isn't that what you're doing by hosting me?" Wicke asked, eyes wide behind the rim of her classes.

"No," Delia said bluntly, a grin toying at her lips. She didn't let the moment linger for much longer than that, however. She knew when to press and when to prod, and that was the limit of what she thought would work. "Sometime, though."

"A=Alright," Wicke replied thickly. She looked down at her food, then back up.

"Anything I can help with?"

Snapping out of a trance, Wicke started pulling the cutting board and other utensils toward her. "Oh, no, it's quite fine."

"Nonsense." She clicked her tongue. "I'm not about to let a beautiful woman do all the work herself."

Wicke rolled her eyes in a friendly sort of way. "You're half-dressed. You're going to catch a cold."

"Not the first time a pretty lady has stared at me like this," she laughed boldly, again catching Wicke off guard. "Now, tell me what I have to do?"

Wicke licked her lips. "Only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." Delia knocked their shoulders together. "Oh, and why don't you tell me about the Pokemon you helped together? You know I like listening to that sort of thing."

Whether she did or did not like listening to that sort of thing was an entirely moot point. Wicke enjoyed talking about it, and as her eyes lit up, Delia knew she'd scored a win for herself. She got the purple-haired beauty to launch into a lecture, and she listened to it intently. They started to work together, side-by-side, hands brushing and bodies touching, with Delia taking every opportunity to let her presence, and her body, make itself known.

She was sure she caught Wicke's eyes wandering once or twice, and considered that another win on her end. If the woman wasn't curious by now, Delia was doing something very, very wrong.

When Delia found Wicke, she was sitting on the couch in an almost listless daze, her lower lip pouted out and a tub of ice-cream at her side. She watched the television without really watching, and though Delia could not say she understood what the issue was, she understood sadness when she saw it. Wicke was down in the dumps about something, and the Ketchum woman was in the perfect position to offer some comfort.

"What's wrong?" She asked, padding across the room and setting herself right down on the couch. She smoothly, easily settled into place beside her, not wasting one single moment. She slid an arm around her shoulders and leaned in, offering some warmth, solidarity, and softness to comfort her.

"I had to let him go today," Wicke sighed in a voice like a sob – though she wasn't, not really. It was a kind of bittersweet emotion that Delia didn't really understand, but at least knew about.

"The... your Pokemon?"

"Mhm." Wicke nodded sadly. "Mr. Feather. The Pikapek."

Delia tried not to laugh at the name, just as she'd tried not to the first time she had heard it. "You've been working on him for a few weeks; that means he's all better, right?"

"Yes."

"That's good!" Delia grinned and squeezed her shoulders. "Now he can, you know, live his life out in the wild, or, uh, become partners with a great trainer."

Wicke pouted. "I know. It's for the better. It just feels so... so sad to let them go..."

Again, Delia squeezed. "I know, darling. It's how all us mothers feel when we send our sons and daughters off for a trip around the world. Empty Nest Syndrome."

"I've done this before, though," Wicke sighed. "It never gets easier. I feel like I'm emotionally tearing myself apart..."

Delia clicked her tongue sympathetically. "Ah, that won't do. You're doing good work; you should not take it too hard, Wicke."

"I get invested, " the busty woman bemoaned.

She patted her back. "There, there. I understand. It's the nature of things; I feel it often myself. But you're doing very good work with these Pokemon, Wicke. It's a very amazing thing that you do."

"Compliments won't help," the purple-haired woman said glumly.

"No, perhaps not… but still, you're suffering from the same thing I did, and the benefits of your work are incredibly valuable."

Wicke eyed her. "How did… how did you get over it?"

"Me?" Delia laughed softly. "As I've said, physical intimacy. Really makes up for it."

"I don't…." Wicke bit her lip. "Oh, it's just so sad."

Delia laughed softly. "You're a good woman, Wicke, with a good heart. Honestly, you'd make a wonderful mother yourself. You're so caring… "

She rubbed her hand along Wicke's thigh, gently tracing out the plumpness of it. Wicke didn't seem to notice; or, if she did, she did not say anything to stop it.

"Oh, no, being a mother is a lot of work…"

"More than caring for all these Pokemon?"

Wicke thought about it. "Well, no."

"Honestly, it might get rid of all these feelings of yours," Delia cooed sympathetically. "Having a child to take care of for, you know, eighteen, twenty years at minimum… really gets the mind focused. Never a better experience."

"I feel like I'd be substituting Pokemon for Humans…"

Another soft, gentle laugh. "Trust me, there's no better feeling than it. You'd be helping all these Pokemon, and you wouldn't feel bad because you've got a little one of your own to take care of, too. It'll get rid of all these glum feelings of yours, too."

Wicke shook her head. "I don't know about that. I mean, you said all these other women in town feel the same after, right? So…"

"They feel better now, though," Delia purred suggestively.

"Sounds like a substitute," Wicke laughed gently.

"I just don't like seeing people sad, including you." Delia squeezed her leg and shuffled in alongside her, pressing breasts against her shoulder. "I offer them comfort in all ways, Wicke. And if what they want is to be a mother again after waving their child off to grow up… then I help them with that, too."

"Oh." Wicke's eyes widened behind her glasses. " Oh. "

"I comfort them in any way they want," Delia drawled, voice low and throaty. " However they want, Wicke. A nice little baby to keep them comfortable, or just lots of physical intimacy… or anything else. Take their minds off things, make them feel nice and warm."

She cupped the back of Wicke's head and leaned into her. Wicke did not shy back, though she could have. She seemed more perplexed than anything, as if failing to understand that Delia was, in fact, coming on to her. Or, she was, and just stared with wide eyes as a face leaned in against her, rapidly invading her personal space.

"I could make you feel comfortable," she continued to purr. "If you're feeling so down, a little bit of physical intimacy might help." Eyes flicked over. "More than the ice-cream."

"S-so that's what you were doing with all those other girls?" Wicke asked in a soft, tentative squeak, and Delia smiled.

"Of course. I've gotten rather good at it, too." She rubbed Wicke's inner thigh, and the buxom woman did not pull back. "Would you like to see?"

"I suppose… I can't lie and say I'm not curious," Wicke replied thickly. "B-but…"

"I'll take your mind off releasing that Pokemon," she purred lustfully, fingers running through purple hair and down along the slope of an inner thigh. She went under her skirt to touch bare skin, and heard Wicke's breath hike. "It's entirely up to you, though."

"Well…" Wicke bit her lip. "I suppose some, uhm, creature comforts wouldn't necessarily hurt…"

"I was hoping you'd say that," Delia breathed, and lunged.

She would not say she'd approached Wicke with the intention of fucking her right then, but it seemed like the perfect opportunity to offer her some carnal passion in exchange for sadness, and it bore fruit right there on the couch. Delia didn't waste time once she had what she wanted, either. With the desire to impress thick in her veins and the demand to fuck thick in her dick, she sprung forward and pressed their mouths together in a sudden, intense kiss, locking soft lips together in full.

Wicke squeaked in surprise, but she did not shy back. She let Delia kiss her, and that was a great sign. Delia, of course, had no intention of slowing down once she'd started, after all. She kissed her hard and fast, showing off the depth of her passion and the skill of her mouth, but keeping it just tender enough so that she didn't hurt her or disturb her with her passion. It was intense, and it carried just that right amount of pressure to make anyone groan.

Wicke most certainly did that and more as Delia kissed her full on the lips, letting their lips squish together in the best of ways. She leaned in and rubbed noses together as she made sure to close the gap, and without any serious distance between them, she kissed her with lustful passion. One hand rose up between her legs to cup and caress her thighs, but very quickly reached her core; she did not shy away from priming Wicke and making sure she was rearing to go, and quickly began to apply smooth pressure to her.

Naturally, the purple-haired beauty gasped. Delia used that to her advantage and pressed in all the deeper, her tongue smoothly working in and out of her hot mouth to really kiss her. Her hand applied pressure with subtle bucks and smooth presses, but it did not linger for long - it was fleeting, tentative, only there to get her in the mood. She wanted to really work at the woman's gorgeous body, and she very happily did so as she pulled back, moved in, and kissed hard.

Her hands cupped Wicke's thick waistline and happily pushed into the fuzziness of her sweater, bending it around her fingers. It only got in the way, though, and the cuteness of it was a non-concern. She, first, rolled down the wide waistband of her very high skirt, and flipping it end over end, peeled the first few inches of white cloth down around her waist. There, she started to tug the pink sweater up, drawing it out of her professional attire and up her body.

She made out with her the entire time, and maintained control over the pace and flow of the kiss. Her tongue made short work of her mouth and easily tasted every last crevice of it, and still had the time to dance lustfully with Wicke's. Their lips touched and mashed down tightly as saliva was swapped, with mouths barely parting the entire time. She kissed her passionately and smoothly, showing off her raw skill, and made sure to tease out little moans from her each time she touched and licked and slurped.

Her hands pulled her shirt straight up, dragging it up and over the admittedly massive swells of her breasts. She did not bother to do more than that, for she was nothing if not absolutely horny. She immediately started to grope the purple bra that surrounded the white, fleshy peaks, all without so much as looking at them. She dug fingers into the stiffness of the cloth and bent it around to her satisfaction, and drew out little whines from Wicke's plump lips. The material was hard, but her eagerness was harder still - enough for her to shift it around, bend it, and knead it.

She squeezed her bra and sent it rippling, much to Wicke's strange satisfaction. Though not an inherently pleasuring move, the friction it caused seemed to be enough to set her off just that little bit more. She dug in and squeezed while making out with the other woman, working tongues around and swapping spit without a care in the world. She kissed her lustfully, working her tongue around in dizzying arcs that was sure to convey her talents, and Wicke just kept moaning. Soft at first, but with growing enthusiasm, to be sure.

Delia kept on going. She kissed her full on the lips while sliding her hands along her bra, moving toward the center-clamp that was in such a convenient position for her. She unhooked it deftly, and the purple fabric sprung to either side as immeasurably large, soft breasts were allowed to bounce free. Thick mounds of white flesh as heavy and smooth as nothing else Delia had ever seen, they wobbled to a doughy stop and hung there proudly on her chest - and so were in the perfect spot for her to grab and grope.

Wicke moaned even more enthusiastically into her mouth as she pushed on her tits, bringing them up and squeezing softly. Their weights were as immense as their size, and it took no small amount of effort to bring them up. She did so anyhow, loving how they pooled in her hands, and groaned against her lips as she squeezed down hard. She dug fingers into the doughy flesh and kneaded firmly, bending and shifting it around in soft rolls of white. There was just so much to play with that Delia could do whatever she wanted, and she loved that.

She kept their mouths connected and her hands on her tits as she pushed her down on the couch, slowly getting her onto her back. She moved with her, keeping tongues twisting and lips squishing, and made absolutely sure to grope and knead her chest like dough. She squeezed down, making the creamy skin bulge between her fingers, then pulled back to stretch it. She pushed down and caressed it all with her lustful fingers, loving how all that fat, squishy skin felt beneath her hands, and groaned.

Wicke moaned more than she did, though, and that was nice. She purred against her mouth as she flicked her nipples, drawing out wetter sounds from her mouth, and dug fingers in around the sensitive nubs to squeeze flesh. She played with her chest while pushing her down flat onto her back, head resting on a cushion, and left Wicke to adjust her glasses and brush at her bangs awkwardly for want of something to do. Once she was on her back, though, her hands left her tits and her mouth pulled back with a wet noise, much to their pleasure.

"Delia," Wicke gasped all too suddenly, but that was it - Delia did not really give her time for more. Her hands pushed her tits up to the underside to offer them to her mouth, and she took immediate advantage of that as she swept down and started to plant sloppy kisses against her cleavage. She ran her mouth over the white flesh without a care in the world, suckling and tugging with firm lips and roving with her soft tongue, quite literally holding nothing back.

In a fit, she worshipped Wicke's immense breasts with all the lust her mouth could offer - a great deal, apparently. She suckled at white flesh and licked a clean path along the heavy slopes with her hungry tongue, sliding along to taste her skin. Hands groped at the flesh undersides which seemed to spill over, and they wobbled pleasantly around. As they quivered, she suckled along the inner slopes of her cleavage, worshipping her perfect skin with her mouth and leaving it stained with her saliva.

She did it all shamelessly, and she drew out moans from Wicke's mouth - more and more by the moment, each one thicker and happier. She pressed in, dotting her cleavage with kisses, moving up and along the immense slopes while her hands kneaded and pushed them both up to her face. As her body rose to force a gap between thick thighs, her mouth clamped down on a nipple and quickly suckled as if to draw out milk; a rhythmic motion that had Wicke gasping lewdly.

"Oh, yes," she sighed. "A-ah-h, that's n-nice…"

Delia popped off her nipple to swirl her tongue around it, licking gently and sloppily heaping drool upon the rubbery nub. She made Wicke gasp and writhe beneath her as the sensitive nub was treated so firmly, and the auburn-haired woman continued to do just that as she leaned in to start suckling on it all over again. She kissed it, then tugged it into her mouth. She licked, then started to pull at it with her tongue licking; drawing out thicker and louder moans all the while.

"Delia," she groaned out softly. "Delia, oh…"

Delia's hand started to move down, letting tits flop against her face. Still, though, she peppered the fat smoothness with her mouth, moving from one nipple to the other in slurping kisses that were all wet and lustful. Hands roved and pulled at her skirt, tugging it up in the same way as her top; and, as fuzzy pink had been hiked up around her shoulders to bear her immense breasts, so, too, was her skirt rolled up around her incredibly wide hips to leave them exposed.

Like the lustful woman she was, Delia made short work of clothing. Shifted out of the way, hiked out of position, she moved with sureness and hunger. Undergarments were tugged down along thick legs to be sent aside, and she did not care one single bit. Already, Wicke's hips were bucking in desperation for stimulation, and the other woman was happy to provide. She bore down, fingers probing her exposed slit to cause wet mewls and whining gasps, then smiled around the nipple she slurped upon.

Staring up at Wicke, she grinned. "I'm going to fuck you."

It was a promise, but it was also a warning. She offered Wicke that time to process and understand what was being said while she extracted her thickness from her clothing, letting it spring up and flop down. Thick and heavy, it was more than large enough to be daunting to the eyes - but Wicke could only feel it, not see it as she laid flat and had her tits in the way. Of course, it didn't matter, because all the flush-faced woman did was buck her hips and groan.

"Yes," she agreed hoarsely. "Yes, please."

It was as easy as that, and suddenly Delia was upon her, mouth once more kissing her breasts and her hands guiding thighs apart. Her cock pointed down like a spear, and though they were both in some state of dress, it did not matter. Her dick throbbed as it was guided down, and breath hiked as the head was sent prodding against wonderfully wet folds. Wicke whined at her touch, and she bucked her hips to eagerly search out more of it. Delia was happy to feel that, and was more than content to be able to lay a woman as hot as her.

She pressed down without hesitation, not waiting to start romantically taking Wicke on her couch. It was a moment of comfort, but also of heady passion - and that was the only thing that guided Delia in those moments. Her hips speared down all too suddenly, jamming a smooth portion of her cock into tight cunt walls, and Wicke moaned enthusiastically. Her hips rolled, grinding soft pink along the throbbing girth, and pleasure filled both women at a blood-buzzing rate.

Delia slurped on a hot nipple and moved a hand up to grope another fleshy mound of titty as her hips dove down, spearing an inch of her hardness into her tight, womanly cunt. Her hardness sank down easily, such was the bubbling wetness of Wicke's cunt. She penetrated pink walls in a rush, filling them out with the hardness of her shaft, and easily diving into the hot, buxom woman. Her dick was large and thick in all the right ways to make a girl feel pleasantly full, and the purple-haired foreigner most certainly seemed so.

"Oh, wow," Wicke sighed. "That is - that's nice."

Delia purred around her breast as she thrust into her, hips diving down to fill her aching slit with inches of rock-hard girlcock. She pressed in smoothly, surely, showing off the skill she'd learned and excelled at so many times before. An easy downward sweep saw her vascular hardness slide against the lining of a clenching snatch, rubbing in all the right ways to make toes curl and a pelvis to buck, then a hard, downward push that filled out inches of her at a time. The head ground against rubbery walls to send stimulation shooting through the buxom woman, and her cries matched the stimulation.

Moaning out words and little praises, Wicke sighed happily and rocked her hips as she was impaled full of hard, dense cockmeat. The thickness plunged down and worked into her, stretching walls out around the size of her shaft. Pink parted smoothly and stretched in accommodation, and that thrilled Delia to a new degree. She huffed gently as stimulation rocked her, the squeezing of tightness against her walls making her throb contentedly. It was terribly satisfying to be burying herself in such a hot woman, and from the feeling, Wicke had not been stretched out in some time.

That was something she was looking to fix. Delia suckled on her nipple, pulling on it with her lips and her writhing tongue, all while sending her hips down in one unbroken push. She filled her up with inch after inch of rock-hard girldick, penetrating her up to the midsection, then rolled her hips. Wicke moaned and rolled hers in tandem, sending walls squishing and squelching against her, then pushed down more firmly still. She filled her with a few more stiff inches of white meat, jamming her full with just that little bit more, and listened to the musical moans she earned.

"Fuck, Delia," Wicke whined. "That feels good. "

Delia purred around her breast, then against flesh. She kissed it lustfully, powerfully slurping on the soft skin she buried her face in. Her head was almost swallowed up by her cleavage, and she loved that. It meant there was lots of jiggling flesh to worship, and she did so with almost depraved lust while hips pushed down. In harmony, her lips kissed and her cock sank down, but not to the hilt; she stopped, rolling herself, and began to tug back, only really holding herself for long enough for Wicke to truly feel it.

"You're so big," the purple-haired woman husked, her hand idly fixing her glasses and her fingers awkwardly raking through her hair as she tried to do something. There was precious little she could do, however, as she was filled up with rock-hard cockmeat, her body prone on her backside and her legs spread for Delia to do as she wished.

That was something she quickly did, too. Her hips pulled up, extracting a broad portion of her shaft, and it did not remain exposed for long. Moving just far enough to get herself out, she quickly pushed right back down with an eager, lustful breath and sank down, driving inch after throbbing inch into her tight pussy. She sank down and filled her walls out with her girth, and her body desperately craved the stimulation that was so suddenly sent washing through her in bounds and leaps.

She groaned happily as she sank herself down, filling soft pink walls with her shaft. They clamped down and milked her rhythmically, such was their desperation for attention. She loved that sort of thing, and it made her smirk and licked a swathe of fat titflesh - then, again, move up to start pulling on a nipple. She worshipped the woman's amazing breasts with her mouth and hands, eagerly groping them and bending flesh around like putty, making Wicke feel even hotter with each passing moment.

"So good," she groaned, proving Delia's thoughts. It was a nice thing to feel; pleasuring a woman like that was no small thing, and being on top of her even better still. With her face buried in her chest and her hands working hard her hips rolled and dove down, digging deeply into her pink cunt to make toes curl, and then dragged back to realign herself. Smoothly, easily, she thrust into her waiting core, impaling her neglected snatch with the hardness of her cock, and drew out thicker moans still.

She thrust down, filling her up with her hardness in a rush of motion. Wicke squealed happily at her power and ran her hands along her backside as if to encourage it, but Delia did not need anything of the sort. She thrust down into her at a quick, brisk pace, her hips swinging as she sent her cock plunging inside, then tugged back with a wet squelch. Though the woman was not exceedingly wet, it was more than enough to make for an easy back and forth rutting of her hips -and it only got wetter as the fucking progressed, with more juices soaking into her girldick by the moment.

"Big and thick," Wicke gasped happily. "Bigger than I'd expected, I - oh - "

Delia thrust down, smooth and easy. She impaled her sodden core with rising force and hunger, her movements changing from easygoing to a more proper rhythm of fucking. Shallow though the buck and thrust of her hips were, she sent inches of cockmeat gliding through her sodden cunt to reach toe-curling spots before reversing course to drag it back out with a dizzying grind. She stoked inner walls with the length of her cock, thrusting in then drawing back in a smooth, lewd rhythm, unabashedly fucking the woman she'd just seduced right there on her couch.

Her head pulled away from her tits with a wet noise, and she moved in to kiss Wicke full on the lips. She settled against her as she suddenly, forcefully made out with her, stopping her moans and mewls and praises with her lustful tongue. The wet muscles slapped and made out with one another, changing a healthy amount of saliva between them, all while her hips pressed down and sent her many throbbing inches delving into the hotness of her cunt. Back and forth rotations had her working in and out of the spongy embrace with vigour, and it only picked up by the moment.

Down her hips went, sliding between thick thighs, and sent her dick down far. She did not bottom out, but she did not have to for Wicke to moan into her mouth. Anything she did seemed to just be enough, and the skill she applied in the smooth thrusting was almost overkill for Wicke. Her shaft pounded down, pressing into her with dizzying force, and it kept the other woman moaning into her mouth - more and more by the moment, as if the simple act of thrusting left her senseless with pleasure.

She drank up those sounds through their wet, steamy kiss. Her hips moved in a never-ending beat, thrusting in and out, back and forth, coring out her sodden cunt with the force of her pushes. She filled her up with dense cockmeat, making walls flutter and squeeze around her. Wet noises churned and squelched as she pressed in and pulled out, stimulating Wicke to the brink. Her tits even began to wobble as Delia enthusiastically pounded away at her, and the jiggling was so lurid she just wanted to see more of it.

She pulled away from the steamy lip-lock with the bottom lip captured, and she suckled for a long, groan-inducing moment before popping back. She husked as she pulled back and stared down at Wicke, and watched her face contort and shudder with pleasure. The purple-haired beauty cried out and moaned more and more as she was slammed into, and Delia kept at it without stopping. She thrust away at her sodden core, filling her up with hard cockmeat and railing her missionary-style.

The woman groaned and moaned, much to Delia's relish. She stared and huffed as she watched her tits bounced on her chest, seeing them ripple and wobble in the most lurid of ways. They bounced up high and rocked down as she sank down over and over, the sheer force of her blows enough to make them quiver, and adored it. She would have worshipped them more, but the sight was breathtaking - and she could not deny that she fucked her even harder just to watch them clap.

"Fuck!" Wicke moaned, cursing as if it did not matter. "A-ah, that's so deep. You're so deep, Delia."

Delia didn't speak as she kept on thrusting into Wicke, penetrating her over and over and making her sing. Hips bucked, squishing a wet cunt against her, and tits bounced majestically. Her bra, still slumped against the flanks of her chest, flopped around a lot more comically, but Delia didn't mind that. The semi-clothed sex was hot, and she enjoyed it as she kept on pounding the buxom lady right there on her couch. It was a lewd thing to do to a house guest, but it was oh-so-pleasing.

"So hard, so - ah, Delia, Delia -" Wicke's face tightened. "Ah, ah - "

"Like that, baby?" She drawled, casually dropping the pet name.

"Oh, I love it," Wicke groaned, her head tilting and her teeth digging into her lip. "Ah - oh -"

"Want me to flip you over?" Delia leaned in and thrust down harder and faster, almost ramming her cock inside. "Want me to get you on those hands and knees and just pound you, Wicke?"

Wicke seemed to find her questions hot, because she let out a throaty gasp. "Oh, please. "

Delia was all too happy to oblige. From missionary to doggy style, she did not skip a beat. Her hands were all over Wicke, and in a moment, she started to tug; hiking her up, hauling her against her, bringing her around. She twisted on the busty woman, and she groaned messily as the cock still buried within her rotated along with the motions. The stimulation set her off hard, and it was all too pleasing for the Ketchum lady to watch it.

Large tits wobbled and quivered as a shapely body was tugged around and urged onto hands and knees. Delia enjoyed the sight, but just as much enjoyed the way that the woman's ass was so magnificently presented to her in the next moment: a fat, jutting curve, one that begged to be mounted. Her cock had to tug free so that she could push into the proper position, but the moment that the woman rocked forward and was sent into the pose she wanted, Delia was slamming forward.

It was quick and easy and without care; she rammed her cock in and slammed her hot cunt full of rock-hard dickmeat. She penetrated her with that brutal push and filled her up, and as Wicke moaned throatily, so, too, did Delia. Grunting fiercely, she rolled her hips, spearing into her sodden snatch, and stretched walls just that much more. She went in as far as she could go, and her hips quickly pounded against the jutting curve of her ass: a sweep so thick, doughy, and plentiful that pushing into it was sinfully indulgent.

"Oh, that's good," Delia grunted, hips rolling. As Wicke moaned she tugged back hard and quick, pulling herself free with an obscene slurping, then rammed forward once more. Brisk and fast, she impaled herself into her tight pussy and sent walls swelling outward in accommodation, much to their joy. Another hoarse moan left the purple-haired beauty's lips, and the other woman took advantage of that as she thrust in as far as she could go and rolled her hips.

"So deep," Wicke huffed, face tight and teeth deep in her lip. "S-so - so big, damn -"

'"Fuck," Delia huffed. Her hips speared forward and slammed her cock into Wicke's tight cunt, nailing her with passion. She loved the feeling of it around her just as much as she loved the feeling of sex, and being able to pound a woman as gorgeous as her was a real pleasure. Her pelvis rocked and her thickness hammered into her tight snatch, penetrating her nearly up to the hilt and then drawing back with a wet slurping noise. "So tight…"

Pounding into her, she slammed her cock in further and further - or, at least, she tried. Force did not accommodate for the sheer shelf of assflesh in front of her, and those gorgeous hemispheres of white impeded the full range of motion she could offer. It did mean, however, that her hips began to satisfyingly clap against it, and the sensation of pillowy skin slapping against her own was so pleasing as to be delirious.

"Yes!" Wicke moaned enthusiastically. "Ah - yes - !"

Flesh clapped loudly as Delia's smooth pelvis slammed against her ass, sending the skin into bounces as mesmerizing as her breasts. The doughy skin all rippled out away from the point of impact in the lewdest of ways, and better still, the pillowy flesh absorbed each of her thrusts in a purely indulgent way. Pounding into that amazing curve was a heady pleasure, and Delia groaned more and more as it clapped against her, smacking in a horribly satisfying way and then quivering outward in a gorgeous display.

"You're taking it so well," she groaned, mostly just to speak through the sound of clapping skin. Breasts wobbled beneath Wicke's doggy-style body, and they swung in the most appetizing of ways on each forceful thrust - more than enough to draw Delia's eyes. "Just what you needed, Wicke."

Wicke moaned enthusiastically as she was fucked. She rocked forward on her hands and knees as she took the pounding, and her ass clapped more and more. Flesh jiggled away as Delia thrust and hammered into her soft snatch, producing all sorts of wet noises from top to bottom. She didn't stop for a single second, and the purple-haired woman seemed to love it more and more. She shook deliriously as she was taken on the couch, practically panting her lust, and the auburn-haired woman adored it.

"Some comfort for this gorgeous body," she husked, hands reaching around. She grabbed Wicke's fleshy, hanging tits and hiked them up, drawing out a moan from both of them; Wicke from the sheer stimulation, and Delia from raw pleasure. She squeezed her bouncing tits and captured their heavy weights entirely, much to her joy; all the while she thrust into her cunt enthusiastically, pounding her ass in the process.

"Yes!" Wicke moaned. "Yes, yes, yes - !"

Delia fucked her from behind, sending her body rocking. Her balls bounced and hit her wet snatch, and her thick dick pounded into her soft cunt hard and fast. She thrust away at her, penetrating her in full and making her ass clap. She did not stop, did not relent, and kept on going even as her dick started to throb more and more. She eagerly sheathed herself into soft female folds and made sure to fuck Wicke as best as she possibly could, and as the woman moaned out louder and louder, the enjoyment thickened.

"I'm going to cum," she announced once the throbbing became too much. Sweat clung to her again, caused by the dress she still wore; without disrobing, the heat built up fast and quick for both of them. It made it hot as sin, though, and she enjoyed it. "Going to fill you right up, Wicke."

" Yes," Wicke groaned, lustful and content. Maybe she didn't think about what Delia had told her before, or maybe she did and was just too well-fucked to properly think about it, but it did not matter. Delia was not about to stop, and with a content breath in her voice, she prepared herself to fill the beautiful Alolan woman up with a Ketchum baby.

When it happened, it did so with the same lewdness as before. She rammed into her tight snatch, hammering forward and sending assflesh clapping outward. Pillowy flesh caressed her pelvis as she hilted herself into her hot, writhing tightness, and without a care in the world, she squeezed down on fat tits and held herself down; she grunted, and her cock throbbed with finality. The entire girth engorged and, as if sensing another woman to fill up with another Ketchum, it explodes violently.

Wicke's moans reached a new, delirious height as she felt hot strings of fertile seed spill into her. It almost seemed like she hit her peak, too, but Delia was too focused on her own pleasure to properly notice it. She just groaned out loud as her cock throbbed and sent thick streams of white into a woman's unprotected snatch, hosing it down with strings of her virile warmth in mere seconds. Her face lightened up and her breath panted in blissful relief as she unloaded herself, finally satiating her dick with the gorgeous tease she'd had under her roof.

Moans were thick on the air, but the gushing of seed even thicker still. Ropes and strings and wet noises rang out as a hot cunt was seeded all at once, like a farmer tilling their fields; Wicke's were plowed and bred right then and there on a couch, with hot ropes unceasingly sloshing through the soft pink and pooling against her cervix. Baby-batter spilled into her womb right then, or so Delia wanted to think; really, it did not matter.

All that did matter was that she emptied out her balls, and that was what she did as she held herself down and slammed her full of hot, gushing white. The baby-batter drenched her cunt, spurted into her womb, and stained everything in a virile baby-making shade; both of them moaned in tandem as Delia unloaded herself, dumping every last hot, gushing drop of seed into her, and then rolling her hips to make sure her folds were comfortably stuffed up with her release.

Then, only then, did she reached forward, stroke a smooth face, and husk deeply. "Feel any, hah, better now?"

"Oh, yeah," the woman groaned. "So much better."

"Good." Delia panted and licked her lips. "You took it well, babe. Really well."

Wicke panted. "There's… so much. It's… so thick…"

"Yeah," she agreed hoarsely. "Just what a beautiful woman like you need." As Wicke kept on panting, Delia husked out a breath and rolled her hips. "...Say, why don't we get these clothes off and take this upstairs, hm? I'm sure I could offer you a lot more comfort than just this awkward couch…"

Wicke considered it for all of three seconds. "I'd like that. A lot."

Delia smiled. "Wonderful."

She'd never knocked up an Alolan woman before, and she found it totally gratifying.

Might even have to thank Oak for the opportunity, she thought with a little chuckle.