Blue 15

The Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth had turned out to be a disappointment, with the exception of one very sweet, alluring distraction. That's where I met Piper. She'd helped me to get into Diamond City and had later agreed to join me in my travels. She had my back.

She was a reporter. I'd agreed to let her interview me about my past, causing quite a stir in Diamond City. A 200 year old vault dweller would do that. Her newspaper was called

Publick Occurrences

. She ran it with her young sister, Nat.

Piper took to calling me

Blue

. It was playful. She said it was because I was clearly a vault dweller, citing my Pipboy as evidence and referencing the blue Vault-Tec jumpsuits.

Piper would take any suggestion I would offer: which gear she should carry; which armor and clothing she should wear; and even which weapon she should arm herself with. Being playful myself, I chose to have her travel in the blue Vault 111 jumpsuit. The drawback to this, if you could call it such, was that it was form-fitting and it made her firm, young breasts look fantastically sculpted. My eye was constantly drawn to Piper's lithe figure as we moved about the Commonwealth. Let me just add that my keenly-tuned perception was nearly off the charts and, in my judgement, what made me most S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

Sometimes, out in the wastelands for days at a time, it didn't help matters when—right from the outset—my one and only pair of panties were sopping wet from seeing my companion's sweet rack and firm, shapely ass. It didn't take much imagination, given the tightness of her outfit, to picture her sloping full breasts.

Travelling with Piper made me think back to my pre-war student days in law school: one weekend my roommate's Corvega had broken down on a trip to the Big Apple. We'd huddled together in the back seat for warmth, waiting for a tow truck. We'd started kissing. My hand had cupped her large, heavy breasts as her soft lips and warm tongue were expertly introducing me to the joys of lesbian erotic play. She'd had a huge Peizonucleic clear dildo in her handbag that she'd driven into me as my slippery snatch clamped down on it—my moans and cries of pleasure unrestrained on the side of the deserted road. I'd fingered her clumsily in response, taking out my fingers from time to time, sucking at the wet pussy juices that she'd produced in a torrent.

When the tow-truck operator, a woman, had looked into the back window, Kelsey was crouched down between my legs, lapping at my sensitive pussy while I'd tugged at my stiff, bared nipples. The woman had watched, a rough hand stuck down her coveralls playing with her cunt while I came loudly for the third time, my eyes locked with the stranger's. Having someone watch only got me off more, wracking my core with a fusion reaction of an orgasm. Kelsey's looked back at the woman with a grin, my wetness coating her face.

When we finally got the car back to the Red Rocket service station, the three of us had shared a double bed in the back, the old butch dyke mechanic fucking us hard with her legendary strap-on love rocket. Her nine inches of clam jammer was sleek, shaped like something straight off the cover of Hot Rodder magazine. It had Rocket 69 written along its length. When'd she slammed it home—repeatedly—against Kelsey's cervix, every letter on the side of was buried deep inside her suctioning flaps.

My first experience with hot wet snatch aside, Piper's lithe body was stirring some cunt muscle memory in me. And when I suggested that she wear the jumpsuit—I'd been wearing it since leaving Vault 111—Piper stood enticingly in her tattered underwear, sniffing at the fabric of the suit, saying that it smelled nice; that it smelled like me. V.A.T.S. targeting quickly zoomed in on what—for me at least—was a very sexy target: a mass of wispy, curly dark hair that sprouted out from the legs of her worn panties. A line of finer dark hair trailed from her belly button to an unruly pubis that the elastic waist of her underwear did little to contain. I caught her eye, then glanced down at her impressive, razor-shy mound and commented that it was definitely a case of

Pubick Occurrences

. She blushed crimson but nonetheless she was clever and game:

"At least you could buy me a Dirty Wastelander before acting like one."

Before I could even think of a retort, she laid another one on me: "I see you're not one to beat around the bush." I brushed the soft down on her lower belly with the back of my hand, making her shiver.

"Yes, I am."

I didn't know whether Piper was interested in pussy but my V.A.T.S targeting picked up a moistening of her crotch and quickly turned to 100%. I knew I couldn't miss, about to score a critical on her sopping wet box. I knelt in front of her, kissing down her belly. I wanted so badly to see the unshaven wildness of her young, sodden slit. Her pussy smell was musty and strong. I traced her vulva through her panties, lightly pushing the dirty old cotton into the folds of her snatch. It stayed there, sticking in place from her flowing juices.

I didn't want to just dive in, so to speak. That was a serious muff Piper had and it deserved some tender foreplay. She was a talker and urged me on in her sweet, soft voice. I was like a ravenous death claw, hungry for a rad free meal served warm and juicy. I ran my nose and lips against Piper's panties, inhaling deeply while she told me to rub my face in her cunt. When she begged me to use my tongue, I pulled her panties to the side; her pussy lips butterflied out like those of a prewar centerfold. Her piss flaps were prominent, so didn't get overshadowed by her hairy crotch.

"Lick me, Blue. Suck my gaping fuck lips. Suck my hairy twat."

I licked at her hole while my nose pushed against her fleshy button. Her musk had completely covered my face. I nosed at her clit—as if I were Dogmeat tracking down an irresistible scent—slobbering all the while as I spread the folds of her tasty clam with my eager tongue. Piper shuddered with a first orgasm. She had a nose for news and I had a nose for fresh, young pussy. She was almost two hundred years younger than me and I had woken up after years of cryogen with the craving for cock frozen right out of me. I couldn't get enough lesbian rug; I continued to eat her out as she rocked against my face.

"Blue, you're going to make me cum again! Suck on my clit while you finger bang me. No, three fingers. Oh, fuck, fuck... Fuccck!"

She oozed all over me, her cunt a slippery wet invitation that my whole delicate feminine hand couldn't help but take her up on. I fist fucked the sweet young thing until she collapsed, her largest orgasm yet.

"No more... Oh Blue, you fucked me so hard I can't stand up. Let me feel your lover's embrace for a few hours, then fuck me again."

I did, but not until she had her first taste of pure, prewar pussy. She took a bit of convincing to suck on slit, but I told her to think of it as a case of

Pudlick Occurences

. I think—when she was going down on me—that it was the only time when she wasn't talking. She had a gift for the gab but her tongue was even more talented at flicking my tender rosebud and delving deep into my slick snatch.

Just wait until I introduce her to my friend Cait, a really dirty psyhco slut who loves to eat out a girl's ass; I could picture Piper's reluctance to make it a threesome and could just see her telling Cait it was never going to happen. But I have a charisma that's as hard to resist as a short-circuited assaultron with a strap on. Pretty soon both Piper and I—

Blue

as she calls me—would have a face full of Cait's pink.