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Clonesome	By : Redfields Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 24584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next morning was decidedly slower than the previous time we were together. I was awoken with a chuckle and muttered “damn.” I opened my eyes, blinking against the sunlight filtering in through the blinds. Jane was holding the covers up, staring at a spot on the bed just below her crotch. A wet spot had formed there.

I raised an eyebrow in question. “What …?”

“I thought I got it all out in the toilet last night. I guess you filled me up more than I realized.” She laughed.

It dawned on me what the spot was, and I laughed too. “Sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Guess I’ll have to do some laundry.”

We had breakfast together, then showered. Not together. I don’t think I could’ve gone any more rounds and still been functional at work. As I got out, I looked around for my clothes. I picked them up and gave them a quick smell, then frowned. I had changed after work yesterday, so at least they weren’t too covered in sweat. Sex, on the other hand …

“You can wear some of mine if you want. I’ll toss yours in with my laundry” Jane chimed in. I looked up at her in surprise, then thanks. She pointed me to the closet while she went to the bathroom to prepare for her day.

I picked out some underwear and a sensible outfit for manual labour, then got dressed. Jane emerged from the bathroom and threw on some clothes almost half-hazardly, then we left. She dropped me off at work, then went off to whatever emergency demanded her attention for the day.

I didn’t see her for a few days after that, though I did get a nice package in the mail containing my clean clothes (plus a note saying she wanted to see me soon).

We did manage to get dinner, and a holo, and plenty more sex, over the next few weeks. Somehow, she talked me into all sorts of things I’d never normally think about, let alone try. Toys were fun and all, but we ended up giving each other blowjobs in a mall dressing room. Too be fair, she’d had an erection and asked me to take care of it so no one else would notice.

So it came with some trepidation that I got a message saying “I’ve got a surprise for you.” I mean, I was looking forward to it, but there was always a question in the back of my head – just how far would I go if she pushed me?

I got to her place and opened the door. Jane was sitting on a couch, chatting with a woman near the entrance. We all stopped when I got in. I looked at her and smiled politely, which she returned. It was about three seconds later that it hit me. I knew who this woman was.

Memories from before prison flooded back into my mind. Samantha Traynor, comm specialist for the SSV Normandy SR-2. Previous posting: Alliance research.

I stumbled, falling to my knees. Samantha reached out a hand to help me up, but she peered at me. I had seen that look before. She recognized me from somewhere, but couldn’t tell from where.

“Do I know you?” She asked as I got to my feet.

I took a deep breath. My therapist would tell me to meet this head on. To be honest, and sincere. “Yes. I went to prison after trying to steal the Normandy.”

Samantha’s eyes widened in recognition, then narrowed in anger. Before I could stop her, her hand whipped around and she slapped me. It turned my head, nearly sending my down again. I had to crouch to regain my balance.

“Sam!” Jane cut in. “She’s rehabilitated.”

Sam’s arm was cocked back for another strike. Her hand was clenched in a fist this time, ready to punch me. She paused, still glaring at me. “Is it true?”

I wanted to look away. It would be easier to look away. But I shouldn’t, so I met her eyes, filled with anger. “Well, no one’s really ever rehabilitated. But I’m trying to.” The words from therapy were almost a mantra, but still hard to say to someone I hurt. “I can never make up for the past, or what I did to you, but I’m trying to make amends and work towards a better future.”

She seemed mollified, at least somewhat. She slowly lowered her hand.

“I trust her, Sam.” Jane added.

“Well, okay.” Sam replied, a little reluctantly. She extended her hand, this time in greeting. “Samantha Traynor.”

I eased to my feet and took it, shaking it. “Jenn Sheffield” I replied.

“Uh, pleasure to meet you?” She wasn’t really sure.

“It was for me.” Jane chuckled. I blushed, but Sam was looking over at Jane quizzically. Jane shook her head, waving off the joke.

“So, are you here making amends?” Sam asked, turning back to me.

“Well, I thought it was something else, but I guess.” I replied. Mind you, I didn’t actually think that’s why Jane invited me over. I had a pretty good idea, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. Better to let Jane take control (as she usually did) then risk spoiling whatever she had in mind.

Sam got some beers from the fridge and handed one to me. I followed her to the couch, sitting down as she handed another to Jane. She sat next to me, facing Jane on the opposite couch.

“So, Sam, you remember that time you tried to seduce me in the shower?” Jane asked.

Sam grinned and rolled her eyes “Not my finest moment. But I didn’t know you were dating Liara at the time, or I wouldn’t have tried.”

“If I wasn’t so busy, I would’ve invited you to join in.” Jane replied. She’d unzipped her shirt past her bra by the time Sam looked back. Sam’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What, you’re going to seduce me in front of her?” She nodded in my direction. Her voice was a bit strained.

“No. We’re going to seduce you together.” She responded, winking at me.

I choked on my beer. I mean, this is what I had expected, but even I was taken aback by her blatant come-on. Sam had to smack me on the back to rid me of my coughing before I could recover. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Jane was looking at me and indicating her zipper.

“Oh.” I said, fumbling at my own. I zipped it down as far as hers while Sam laughed.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” She asked, lightly.

“Well, she kinda sprung it on me … ” I replied, trailing off as Sam unzipped her shirt as well, going all the way to the bottom and peeling out of it completely. I think she liked the effect it had on me, because she giggled when I couldn’t take my eyes off her chest.

“You wanna taste?” She asked coyly as she unhooked her bra. Jane and I practically leapt to her breasts, each taking one. It was like Jane’s, but not quite. I must admit, we didn’t really focus on our breasts when we screwed, so this was a nice change of pace. I mean, I definitely wanted to get to her pussy, but I didn’t mind having to work my way down there.

I felt my zipper being tugged down, and my shirt being pulled open. Then my bra straps were slid off my shoulders and the whole thing yanked down. My breasts were fondled, gently, by someone who really knew what they were doing.

Then the hands were gone, presumably to take down Jane’s shirt as well. I pulled back to help, grabbing Jane’s shirt at the collar and pulling it off her. Sam deftly unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Once it hit the ground, Jane pulled back. She held out an arm, preventing me from jumping back onto Sam.

“Pants. Off. Now.” She commanded Sam, who jumped up to obey. Her pants came off, then her underwear, and I saw her beautiful vulva. She had a trimmed patch of black hair above her mocha lips.

I nearly lunged at it, but Sam wagged a finger in my face. “No no. You gotta lose your pants, too.” I eagerly obeyed, as did Jane. It was only when our cocks sprang into view that things went wrong.

“What the fu-” Sam cut herself off before she swore, but sat down quickly on the couch. Her confused look dissolved into anger. Her legs were crossed, arms folded in front of her chest.

Jane just smirked at her. “I thought you might like a try.” She said, then added “You know, attached to a woman?”

I sat back down on the couch again, looking between them, completely confused. Then the pieces fell together. Sam was a lesbian (obviously, given her attraction to Shepard), and was quite displeased and embarrassed that Shepard’s plumbing didn’t match her own. Humiliated, even. Here she was, expecting some nice girl-on-girl, and we came and introduced penises into the mix.

I was embarrassed on her behalf, and even a little angry at Jane for the trick. It was worse than a practical joke. And that was finally getting through to Jane, whose grin slowly faded from her face.

“I’m sorry, I – I just thought … you know, since … there was … uh, what I mean is … ” It was the first time I’d ever really seen Jane at a loss for words.

Well, for once there was something I was better at than the great Commander Shepard – apologies. I leaned over, rested a hand on Sam’s knee and said “Sam, I’m very sorry. We should have told you earlier.”

“I should have told you earlier.” Jane interjected. “I planned this, it’s my fault. I should have been up front with you.” She paused, then added. “But the offer’s still open, if you want. Just, think about it a bit.”

“Shepard!” Sam said curtly.

“Well, you’ve used dildos. This is just slightly more … realistic. Please? Do it for me?” Jane pleaded.

Sam frowned and looked away, still annoyed but clearly tempted.

“Fine.” She finally replied. “But I don’t want to touch it.”

“Not a problem, babe.” Jane responded. It was amazing how soon the contriteness dissolved into a confident attitude. She was on her knees again, holding out her hands for Sam. Slowly, Sam reached out for them, also going to her knees. A pang of jealousy hit me as they embraced, then kissed.

Sam sank onto Jane’ lap, and both groaned as she felt Jane’s cock in her for the first time. It seemed like such a long time ago for me, but that might simply be the amount of times I’d felt it since.

They got into a rhythm, both of them working at it. Jane broke the kiss to nuzzle Sam’s neck. Then, without looking, crooked a finger at me and beckoned me to join. I hopped off the couch eagerly and knelt behind Sam. I pressed my body into hers, running my hands over both their bodies. I kissed the back of Sam’s neck, eliciting more groans from her as Jane kept working herself into the comm specialist.

I knew I shouldn’t try anal with Sam, so I contented myself with rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Hot-dogging, they called it. I’m sure she was aware of me, but too distracted by Jane’s thrusts to care about it.

A few minutes after I joined in, the rhythm had picked up. Jane suddenly pulled out. I stopped immediately, thinking I’d done something wrong. Sam whined in protest, but Jane looked over her shoulder at me. “Her turn.”

Sam spun on her knees and nearly pounced on me. Suddenly I was lying on the floor with her on top. She slowly slid her pussy down my cock, and I nearly came. It was different thank Jane’ mouth or ass, but felt just as good. Like warmth and love, wrapped in a sexy package. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. Sam dragged it out of me.

She grinned at me as she started riding cowgirl. I grabbed her breasts, but she quickly lowered herself to French kiss me. I’m not the best kisser, and Jane and I rarely had long make-out sessions, so I let her take control, and just tried to keep up. Her tongue was darting around my mouth, rubbing against mine.

Then her head whipped around to look over her shoulder. “Hey, what’re you doing back there?” She had an accusatory tone. I couldn’t see, but given Jane’s love of my ass, I could guess.

I reached up and cupped her cheeks. “She knows what she’s doing, trust me.” I pulled her back down into a kiss. She moaned into my mouth as Jane kept playing with her back door.

“Okay babe. Get ready.” Jane instructed, so Sam stilled her movements. My instinct was to take over. I desperately wanted to bury my cock deep in her wonderful snatch, to pound away at that pretty pussy until we both reached ecstasy. I fought down that animalistic side of my mind. I’d get to indulge it in a few minutes, once Sam was used to Jane’s tool in her rear.

Sam face was right above mine. I wanted to see the look on her face as Jane worked her magic. I was not disappointed. Sam’s eyes got wider and wider. She whined a little, and it got higher and higher. Jane loomed over us, rising as she worked her way deeper into Sam. My own ass clenched in sympathy, remembering my own incredible first time with her.

Finally, Jane buried herself completely with a groan. Sam’s eyes were wide, and she let out a cute little “oh!” Again, I reached up to cup her cheeks, bringing her head down to mine, and kissed her. After a while, I felt her body rock back as Jane pulled out a little, then pushed in again. Sam’s grunt was muffled by my lips.

I was having a hard time concentrating. Ever since Jane had begun breaking in Sam’s ass, the brit had been clenching and unclenching her pussy around my cock. Not quite as good as when she was riding it, but a nice massage nonetheless. Pushing me on towards a tremendous orgasm.

It was an orgasm that wouldn’t hold off for long when Jane really got into a rhythm with Sam’s lovely backside. I tried work with the rhythm, to thrust when Jane did. I’m not sure if I was helping Sam at all, but I was certainly feeling it. Not long now …

Evidently, Sam was feeling the same way. Her grunts were turning into squeals of pleasure. She pulled away from our lip-lock to cry out in ecstasy. A series of “Yes!”es, rising in volume, culminating in a scream of pleasure as she came. I watched her, body quivering in pleasure, face pure bliss. She was so incredibly beautiful, and her pussy spasming around my cock, well …

I came moments after she did. A groan from deep within me escaped my lips as I shot streams of semen deep into her. My vision blurred as pleasure overwhelmed me. My thrusts were erratic, my cock still spurting cum into Sam’s welcoming snatch.

It gradually dribbled to a halt, and my senses slowly came back to me. Jane was still pounding away at Sam, who was still in the throes of her climax. The action had carried Sam off my cock, so on instinct, I wrapped my arms around her and sucked on her breasts. Some part of my mind belatedly realized Jane had been holding back, and now her thrusts were more powerful, slamming into Sam and shaking her back and forth.

Then one final massive thrust and a loud groan from Jane. Another cry from Sam, who now had to contend with getting filled up second time. I clung to her breast, trying to keep her orgasm going as long as I could. Jane was doing her part, I’m sure. A massive amount of cum would be pumping into Sam’s bowels.

Sam’s pleasure was too much for her, and she crashed down on top of me. I cushioned her as much as I could, managing to get a glance at Jane’s cock, still hard and dribbling a last few drops of cum onto Sam’s back before her own orgasm ended.

After a while, Sam managed to roll off me, shaky and with eyes struggling to focus. Jane lay down next to her, taking deep breaths. “Wow. I haven’t cum like that in ages!” Sam exclaimed, once her breath finally got back to her.

“Well, I’m glad you came around, then.” Jane replied, snuggling into her.

“Yeah, we’re definitely doing that again.”
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