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Stepping Out	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 5951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Stepping Out
- 1
Peach knocked on Daisy's hotel room door. It was still just after ten at night and she really hoped she wasn't waking her up. It didn't matter if it was tennis, racing, soccer, or something completely different. Daisy always went to bed early during the monthly group competitions. She said she liked to be well-rested before her games. Under other circumstances, Peach wouldn't have disturbed her, but the blonde princess was tired of being alone in her room with her own thoughts. She needed to confide in someone.
The door opened a crack and a round face with a pair of turquoise eyes peered out. Errant strands of auburn hair stood out from Daisy's head. “What's wrong?” Were the first words out of her mouth.
Peach bit her lip. Was it really so obvious that she had been crying? She hoped not. “Sorry if I woke you up, but I really need to talk to someone. It's about...” Peach hesitated. Daisy waited patiently, but made no move to exit the room or invite Peach inside. Peach noticed she was wearing one of the hotel's fluffy robes. “Can I come in or something? I'm- I don't want to talk about it in the hall.”
“It's about Rosalina, isn't it,” Daisy said.
“No, I... Well, yes, but...” Peach floundered. Jealousy was such and ugly thing. She hated admitting to it, but keeping her feelings to herself was giving her a headache.
The tomboy princess glanced over her shoulder. “You can come in but you have to promise to keep a secret for me.”
“What?” Confusion dulled the various aches in Peach's head, heart, and stomach.
“Just promise. If you see or hear something, you won't tell anybody.”
“Okay. I promise. Why?” Peach almost tried to look over Daisy's shoulder, but prying wasn't really in her nature.
“One minute.” Daisy disappeared into the room for a few seconds. When the door opened again, she ushered Peach inside and closed the door quickly.
The blond princess checked out the room. The bedside lamp provided the room with a dull, golden glow. Pillows and a comforter littered the floor. The queen-sized bed wore nothing but the pearly silk sheets and a strange lump that looked like... A figure spread eagle under the sheets. An oddly shaped bump rose from the apex of the figure's legs... Peach blushed and turned a wide-eyed look on Daisy.
The other princess seemed completely unfazed. She sat in an armchair at the table by the window and adjusted the robe to cover her crossed legs. “Hm? Oh, don't worry. He can't hear us. Noise-dampening headphones.”
Peach's hand shielded her eyes from the bed as she stammered. “Who is that?”
“Does it matter?” Daisy asked.
“That- that can't be Luigi. He's too tall.”
Daisy looked amused now as she eyed the lump. “Are you sure? You hardly looked.”
Peach sneaked a sideways peek through her fingers and quickly averted her eyes. “Who is that?” She repeated. She had an idea, but it couldn't possibly...
With a cheeky grin, Daisy made L shapes with both of her thumbs and index fingers and placed her thumbs against her upper lip.
“No,” Peach uttered in disbelief.
“Why not?”
“You're a princess! You can't...”
“I can and I did.”
“When? How? Why?” At least the shock had washed out all of her other concerns for the time being.
“Let's see...” Daisy tapped her chin and studied the ceiling. “A couple years ago after a soccer match, I was teasing him about how I won. He stuck his tongue out at me. I grabbed it and told him I'd give him a place to stick it. Post-game trash-talk, whatever. Except he shut up real quick and I saw in his eyes that he's actually kind of intrigued. So that night I went to his room, threw him down on the bed, and sat on his face for, like, ten minutes. If you'd ever had a real good tonguing, you wouldn't need to ask why this is still going on.” Daisy's grin widened, if that was at all possible. “Plus his dick is like-”
“Okay, okay,” Peach cut her off. “I get it. I just...” She sank into the chair opposite her friend. Her anguish came back with a vengeance. “I feel really awful, Daisy. I don't know what to do.”
One tan finger twirled in auburn hair as the princess considered Peach's words. “If you want Mario so badly,” she said slowly, “why don't you just tell him? Isn't part of being a princess taking what you want when you want it?”
“I can't just go around throwing myself at men. It- it wouldn't be proper. If he didn't feel the same way, I would be devastated and humiliated.”
“Oh, please. I've seen the way he fawns over you. He holds doors open for you. He holds your parasol when you need both hands. He gives you his jacket when you're cold.”
“That doesn't mean anything. He's chivalrous. He does things like that for everyone.” Peach sighed. “If he is romantically interested, there's nothing to stop him from telling me.”
“So you think he probably isn't,” Daisy finished.
Peach only shrugged.
“Eh. On the bright side, if he's chivalrous to everyone, that doesn't necessarily mean he's actually interested in Rosalina either. I mean, what's he doing, giving her a tour of a town she's never been in before? Maybe he's just being nice.”
“That's only a little comforting,” Peach mumbled. “It doesn't change that I wish he liked me.”
The other princess frowned slightly. “Are you sure it's Mario that you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“This might sound a little crazy, but hear me out.” Daisy uncrossed her legs and crossed her arms on the table. “You're a virgin, right?”
The blond princess blushed and shot a sideways glance at the bed.
“I told you, he can't hear us. Just forget he's there.”
“Right,” Peach whispered. “I mean, yes, I am, but I don't know what that has to do with my problem.”
“And you don't, you know, take care of yourself?”
The pink on the princess's cheeks deepened to a hue that rivaled her dress. Apparently that was the only answer Daisy needed.
“How do you feel when Mario touches you? I mean, like, holds your arm or whatever.
“Daisy, come on...”
“I'm just saying,” Daisy leaned back in the chair. “Maybe you don't actually want Mario. Maybe you just want, you know, a guy and Mario's just someone you're comfortable with. Maybe if you unwound your hormones a bit you'd get some better perspective.”
“Even if I wanted to do... that,” Peach answered slowly, “who else could I possibly find? I can't... erm... Luigi. He talks to his brother about everything. And he's so nice. Using him like that would be wrong.”
Daisy scratched her chin and then snapped her fingers. “You know who does like being used like a cheap dildo?” She cast a mischievous glance at the bed.
“Him?”
“Why not? It's harmless fun. I know he'll keep the secret. He kept ours.”
Perfectly manicured fingers tugged at the end of a golden curl. She eyed the man's silk draped erection. As they both watched, one of his legs shifted every so slightly.
“Think about it,” Daisy said to Peach. “Five minutes with his tongue'll fix you right up.” Then she stood, walked to the head of the bed, and pulled back the covers. Velcro cuffs secured Waluigi's wrists to either side of the headboard. She removed the headphones from his ears almost tenderly. “Getting squirmy, dick?”
“I thought my leg was falling asleep,” he said.
“Poor baby. Did I ignore you for too long?” Daisy purred. She opened the top of her robe just enough to rub her breasts against his bound hand. “How about your hands? Do you feel that?”
“Yes, your majesty.” His eyes fell briefly on Peach. Confusion wrinkled his brow, but he seemed to dismiss her presence quickly.
Daisy moved around the the bed, checking his bonds and massaging his limbs. Peach wasn't surprised that he was more occupied with the brunette rubbing his foot between her tits than the blond watching them with bashful fascination. “I don't know, Daisy. I've never... No one's seen me naked since I started taking my own baths.”
The brunette placed a finger against her lips as she considered her captive boy-toy.
His gaze flicked from her, to Peach, and back again. “Your majesty...?”
A mischievous leer simultaneously darkened and lightened her face. “Give me your panties.”
“What?” Peach asked.
“Give me your panties,” Daisy repeated. “I have an idea.”
The blonde blinked. “Why mine? Why not yours?”
“Mine are sheer. I'm assuming yours aren't.” Daisy arched an eyebrow.
They weren't. They were dainty yet practical pale-peach silk. Well, if her friend could stand there so confidently in a half-open bathrobe, Peach would survive being a little immodest beneath the folds of her gown. The pink princess shimmied discretely out of the undergarment and placed it in Daisy's outstretched hand. Daisy put the underwear backwards over Waluigi's head and pulled it down to cover his eyes.
“There,” she said brightly as she straightened up. “Now he can't see you.”
Peach giggled in spite of herself. “You are so bad.”
Daisy yanked the sheet off the bed. Waluigi gasped a little at the abrupt rush of air. Daisy sat on the bed and gestured for Peach to lean closer. She didn't need to be told, though. She was already studying the erect member with the same quiet fascination from before, though with a touch less of the self-consciousness. Having never seen one before, she was a bit surprised that they could get so... long. Then again, it was Waluigi. Long in the limb, long in the face, even long in the tongue if Daisy was to be believed. She had no frame of reference for his level of normalcy.
A white gloved finger traced the underside of his shaft from tip to base. Peach had expected the flesh to give a little under the pressure of her touch, but apparently it wasn't called a hard-on for nothing. It felt more like... Like thick, solid rubber than flesh. The princess gripped it between two fingers and bent it slightly away from him to get a better look at the ridge just beneath the head. She traced it with a finger.
Waluigi groaned.
“Tsk,” Daisy admonished playfully. “Dildos don't make noise.”
“Sorry, your majesty,” was the shaky reply.
“I'd rather not gag you. There are much more fun things to do with your mouth.” Daisy traced lazy circles on his chest. “But if you keep making unnecessary noises, you're gonna find out what my panties taste like.”
Peach could tell by the way he swallowed that he honestly wouldn't mind finding out what Daisy's panties tasted like. He probably already knew, but he played along. Getting more into the game by the minute, Peach returned to her exploration of his cock. Down at the base half tucked behind his balls she found a stretchy plastic or maybe rubber band.
“Do you want to try it out?” Daisy asked.
Peach suppressed a smile and hunched her shoulders. She couldn't deny her curiosity, but...
“Come on,” Daisy grinned and nudged her shoulder. “It's really easy. Look.” The robe tumbled off her shoulders and pooled on the bed. She crawled over and straddled the man's hips. “See, you take it like this,” she grabbed his penis as casually as if she were picking up a tennis racket. “Then you aim like this and,” she let out a sigh as the mushroom tip sunk between her dark pink lips, “slide on down.”
The man's pointed chin tilted up toward the ceiling as Daisy settled herself firmly on his pelvis. “I used to shove it in as deep as I could and rub my clit, but you can rock your hips and lean forward or back to see how it feels with different pressure in different places.” She wriggled and gyrated her hips to demonstrate. “If you're comfortable enough, you can ride like this.” Her well-toned, athletic thighs bounced her up and down his shaft like a galloping horse.
His lips parted and he breathed harder, but he seemed determined not to make a sound. She fucked him until he was all but writhing. Then on her last upward bounce she popped off of him as casually as she'd mounted him in the first place. He bit back a moan of frustration.
“Give it a try?” She smirked at Peach.
The carnal display sent shock waves through the blonde's nerves. Her core tingled. “He's not going to... you know, inside of me or anything...”
Daisy shook her head. “He's got great self control,” she whispered. “It's all part of the game. Trust me.”
Peach left her bulky gown on the floor and straddled him the same way she'd seen Daisy do it. Waluigi's cock was sticky with her friend's fluids when Peach grabbed it again. Edging onto it inch by inch didn't hurt exactly. At least not much. She felt a weird stretching sensation and noted once more that a hard cock felt harder than she would've expected. On another level she experienced a relieving sense of... finally. Finally the thing that's supposed to go here is here. That did feel pretty good. When she pressed down as far as she could go like Daisy said, she felt an uncomfortable pressure deep inside of her and winced.
“Rub your clit,” Daisy said. “It gets better, I promise.”
The blond rubbed at the top of her slit with her fingers. There was a pleasant twinge. She pressed harder and tried rubbing faster, but she was too aware of what her fingers were feeling to focus properly on what her crotch was feeling. “I don't think I'm doing it right,” she said.
“Try two fingers.”
To Peach's surprise, Daisy climbed up on the bed behind her. Two tan fingers glided through the nest of short blonde curls and found their way between Peach's intimate lips.
“Like this,” Daisy breathed in the other woman's ear. She lightly squeezed the little bundle of nerves between her fingers and massaged in slow circles.
The sensation hit with a shockingly sharp immediacy. The blonde's hips bucked and her back arched.
“See? You try,” Daisy said. Her hand closed over the other princess's soft, pale digits and folded them into position. Then she pressed them back into Peach's slit and guided them through the motion she'd just demonstrated.
Peach moaned as her thighs squeezed the bony hips that she straddled. “Wow, that does feel good.” The crucible of her inner sanctum heated and transformed the slight pain in that deep, secret spot. It melted and flowed, gooey and hot. She closed her eyes and pressed harder. She writhed and undulated in an instinctual rhythm that lit her nerves up in gold. The crucible bubbled. Boiled. Then popped and exploded over.
Her muscles went rigid and she stopped, shuddering and gasping with her first orgasm. She sighed noisily as she hunched forward and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Waluigi. He mouthed something along the lines of 'holy shit' to himself, but remained silent. Daisy sat on the pillow next to him, with her back settled comfortably against the headboard. She stroked his neck and jaw with light caresses. Her other hand rested between her thighs. Peach couldn't quite see it, but she could guess what Daisy had been doing.
“Nothing like a natural endorphin rush to chase away the blues, right?” Her friend grinned. “You've got a great 'o' face. Too bad some of us didn't get to see it.”
“I don't think I'm ready to stop,” Peach admitted.
Daisy laughed. “If you really want to get into it, we could have him fuck you. I probably should let him get up, anyway. I've had him like this for a while.” She pinched the tip of a pointed ear. “He really is a good dick.”
“If he wants to.” They'd been teasing him quite a bit already, and who knew how long Daisy had been at him before Peach showed up. The poor guy looked close to bursting.
“He's fine. He's just a little stunned that this turned into a threesome, I think.”
Peach considered the offer and then giggled. “You know what? Let's do it.” She dismounted so that Daisy could let him up.
“There's that sense of adventure,” Daisy grinned.
“The underwear stays on his head, though.”
“Of course.” Daisy addressed Peach as she helped Waluigi stand. “Kneel on the edge of the bed and bend over.”
Peach did. She looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of Daisy guiding Waluigi's cock toward her entrance. Then she closed her eyes as he slotted it home.
“Can I touch you, er, princess?”
The question surprised Peach for a moment. Up until that point he'd only spoken to Daisy. Play the game, she reminded herself. “Start grinding and you can touch whatever you want,” she said. She heard Daisy chuckle.
He bent over and his right hand reached across her to grab her left breast. He pulled her upright and his other hand spidered down her stomach to slip between her thighs. They pinched and pulled and circled her pearl as his hips started thrusting. The position caused his cock to rub and poke a place on her front wall that felt incredible. His other fingers strummed lightly at her nipple and she was surprised by how different it felt to have someone else touch her there. The little nerves came alive in a way that her own fingers could never reproduce.
There was a low buzzing sound in the background of Peach's awareness. She was distantly aware of Daisy whispering and gasping encouragement. To Waluigi? To both of them? It didn't really matter. The realization that Daisy was so engrossed in their wanton display made Peach feel incredibly sexy.
“Oh, star haven,” she moaned as she arched into his thrusts. He fucked on at the same steady pace for several minutes. “Right there,” she finally gasped. “Right there, just a bit more...”
He groaned in her ear, but pistoned his hips faster. His grip on her tightened. Peach let out a series of breathy cries that ended in a sharp, “Ah ha!” Her vaginal muscles spasmed with liquid undulations of pleasure. She reached back and grabbed his shoulders to hold herself up as she rode the waves of sensation. “Mm...” She loosened slowly, slipping off of him and unwinding onto the bed.
Waluigi plopped down next to her. He was sweaty and disheveled. “I can't... I can't hold much longer...”
Daisy joined them on the bed and gathered him into her arms. She fondled his balls with firm but gentle fingers. “You are tense, aren't you?”
“Please, your majesty. I need it.”
“All right.” She kissed the tip of his ear. “Since you've been so good, I'll even let you come inside me.”
His expression visibly lit up. Daisy guided him into a prone position on the bed and mounted him once more. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him until the head board slamming the wall completely drowned out the sound of the her ass slapping his thighs. He murmured her name incoherently his hips bucked under her.
“Oh, yeah,” Daisy breathed. “Yeah...That's the... uhn... good stuff... Mm...” She stopped bouncing and ground her hips into his. His head flopped back in the pillows and his hand grabbed her ass, squeezing in time with her undulations. Daisy slowed to a stop and crawled up his body to straddle his face. “Here... open...”
Waluigi opened his mouth. Daisy spread her labia with two fingers. A glob of white liquid slipped from her entrance and landed on his tongue. He swallowed it and went on to lick her clean.
When Peach felt like she could stand, she went into the bathroom to look for another robe. Her reflection startled her. Sweat plastered tangled locks of her golden hair to her neck, shoulders, and back. Dried tracks of salt and mascara streaked what remained of her foundation. Her cheeks wore a high, rosy glow that emanated from somewhere under her skin. An unbidden giggle escaped her throat. She felt as insane as she looked, and she sort of liked it. She scrubbed through the remains the of gooey mask with cold water from the sink.
In the other room, the sounds of sex petered off. Waluigi called Daisy a menace. Daisy laughed. Peach searched the bathroom for a hair brush and tugged at her hair halfheartedly. She felt better, or at least different. More in control of her own choices. She twisted her hair into a bun to get it off her neck and skimmed the counter top for something to fasten it in place. Daisy wore her hair far too short for hair ties. Peach grabbed the complimentary disposable toothbrush and skewered the bun with it. If the toothbrush hadn't been unwrapped yet, Daisy probably wouldn't miss it.
When she finally exited the bathroom, Daisy was back in her robe as well. Waluigi crouched like a spider in front of the minibar. Taking note of Peach's presence, he said, “Don't I get a fancy robe?”
“Nah,” Daisy teased. “You just sit there and look pretty.”
“Probably wouldn't fit me, anyway,” he mumbled.
Silence fell. Peach eyed her dress. She knew she should leave, but she found the idea of zipping herself back into that cumbersome gown extremely off-putting. The robe was so much more comfortable. “You don't think Mario's going to look for me when he gets back, do you?” Peach asked.
Daisy shrugged. “It's like midnight, isn't it? Probably not. Maybe in the morning, though.”
“Would I be... in the way... if I stayed?” Peach asked.
“The next step is usually ordering something ridiculous from room service and stuffing ourselves into a food coma. You can join us if you want to.”
Peach looked to Waluigi for a cue. She still had no idea what was going on between him and Daisy. Maybe nothing. Maybe something one sided. She couldn't tell. He'd perched on top of the mini-fridge with a tiny bottle of some over-priced alcohol clutched in his long fingers.
“What're you, asking my permission? She's your friend...” He answered noncommittally. “Not that I... would complain or anything...” He added in a lower voice. He rubbed his upper arm and studied the floor.
It had been a very long time since she'd stayed up so late. She had things to do in the morning but... Another hour couldn't hurt, right? She'd just stay until she got tired.
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