"A Soldier's Life is One of Service"
by Rysler
06/25/06
Summary: Sam gives Janet a blow job, and all the crass sex that implies.
:D
* * *
Sam was curled on the couch with Cassandra on a rare night at home, helping her with her homework.
"Math is hard," Cassandra said.
"Don't say that. What are you, a Barbie doll?"
Cassandra stared at Sam.
"Nevermind."
Janet was watching from the kitchen doorway. She laughed. "Feeling old, Sam?"
Sam rolled the back of her head on the couch. She looked upside down at Janet. "Yes. Can I go back to work, now?"
Cassandra jabbed her in the ribs.
"Ow, brat. Factor that." Sam tapped the paper.
"Factor this."
Sam tugged on Cassandra's hair.
"Argh! Fine. There are parentheses, right?"
Janet, still chuckling, walked to the back of the couch. She dropped her hand onto Sam's shoulder. "What am I going to do with you two?"
Sam blushed. Janet saw the red color of the back of her neck, and she cupped the skin, kneading the tendons at the top of Sam's spine. Sam moved to gain more of Janet's touch, grunting, and Janet watched her muscles shift under tee shirt and parted her lips slightly. Sam grinned widely, craning her head up to look at Janet, who leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Ew, gross!" Cassandra socked Sam with her textbook, since Janet was out of reach. "Parents should never do that. Ever."
Janet raised an eyebrow. "Did you want to have dinner at the Carlsons tonight, or did you want to watch us make out on the couch?"
Cassandra flew off the couch. A moment later Janet heard the front door slam.
"She wasn't done with her homework," Sam said.
"I'll send a note with her teacher." Janet squeezed Sam's shoulder, and then turned back to the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready."
* * *
Janet found Sam's harness in a box in the closet. She dug it out, along with a long velvet bag she tossed on the bed, and then spent a few minutes untangling the leather straps. From the bag she pulled a dildo, which hooked easily into the harness. Janet blushed as she dropped her pants so they pooled around her ankles. The harness fit loosely, and she had to tighten the straps to hug her hips instead of Sam's. She turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror behind the door.
The harness did look sexy, she admitted. The leather criss-crossed her skin, curving along her thighs and waist. The toy that stuck out from it made her feel slightly embarrassed. If Cassandra ever walked in on this, Janet would die. Hell, if Sam walked into the bedroom, she'd be mortified. She would instead approach Sam on her own terms,
And Sam was waiting.
Janet tapped the end of the dildo. It bounced slightly, and the resulting vibrations tingled against her crotch. "Oh." She turned and looked at herself in the mirror in profile. The flesh-colored cock protruded from her red curls. Sam had wanted purple, but Janet hadn't wanted something grape sliding in and out of her. The pale color was practical, rather than realistic. Seeing Sam's lips around it would make a pretty picture. Janet felt a shiver crawl up her spine. The first time she had this desire to see Sam on her knees in front of her was in a staff meeting. Hammond and Sam had been going back and forth about configuring an electromagnetic pulse to take out a Jaffa command center, and Janet had been taken by how much power Sam wielded. Janet suspected her sun-destroying lover had no real idea of how much strength was in her brain, not to mention her lean, muscled body. Watching Sam's lips move as she spoke, meeting her eyes whenever Sam stole a shy glance at her, the vision had hit. Sam, on her knees, licking her. No, not just licking her, sucking on the toy they'd got in the little shop in Denver.
Janet had tried to squelch the thought. They'd never done that with the dildo. Nothing more than a few squeezes along the shaft before guiding it inside. Janet had worn it once, but Sam didn't like penetration the way Janet did. Janet liked to be filled, and surrounded, to have her lover use her strength against her, rough and strong, demanding physical submission. Sam needed a more delicate touch, more psychological finesse. She needed to submit mentally, to have the choice taken away from her intellectually, not physically. She was the ideal soldier, because the enemy, when beating her, didn't know that if they just talked to her, just asked, Sam would do anything.
Sam might even submit enough to suck on silicone, Janet thought, but it was tricky. Sam came from a decent, Midwestern, Protestant family. She was raised in the military. There were things a good little girl did not do. That had made up Janet's mind. She would talk Sam into playing around. Janet had spent the rest of the staff meeting aroused and trembling. She'd had Sam rub her off in the bathroom outside of medical. Sam had been confused, but eager to please.
Sometimes, when Janet was making love to Sam, on top, thrusting her fingers deep inside her lover, she felt the way Sam was responding and knew she could push Sam further. She could dictate when Sam came, or cooled down, whether Sam would cry out or be silent. Janet experimented one night, requesting that Sam remain quiet as Janet licked her. When her tongue curled over the swollen clitoris, Sam gasped and cried her name. Her hips had bucked, twice, as she came in Janet's mouth. Before Janet could raise her head, Sam had started apologizing, begging Janet to forgive her for speaking, telling Janet she was sorry, that she wouldn't do it again. Having Major Samantha Carter apologizing to her, a woman half her size, of less seniority and less command status, had aroused Janet so strongly that she'd straddled Sam's thigh, kissed her open, wet mouth, and ground herself to an orgasm that left her shaking.
The second test had come in the infirmary. Sam had been sedated overnight after an infection from a plant the natives had fed her. She had awoken blearily at 0403 hours, and Janet had been at her side.
"Good morning, sleepyhead."
Sam had turned toward Janet with sleepy eyes. "Hey."
Janet tousled her hair. "You're fine. We were just keeping you for observation."
"Did you observe anything?" Sam ran her tongue over her lips to dampen them, and Janet found herself unprofessionally entranced.
"Not yet." Janet slid her hand under the blanket, along Sam's hip. "Patient needs more stimulus."
"What?" Sam blinked. She shook her head, her tousled locks shifting on her forehead. "I don't think..."
"Shssh." Janet moved her hand under the hem of Sam's gown. "I want this."
"But I don't--" Sam looked wildly from side to side. "Someone will see."
"No one will see. I promise." When Janet's hand cupped Sam, she found her wet. She'd stroked Sam to orgasm, commanding her to lie perfectly still on the bed. When Sam had jerked against her fingers, Sam reached for her skirt, and Janet pulled away. "The patient needs her rest."
"But..."
Janet withdrew her sticky fingers and bent down to kiss Sam. That was the first time they'd had sex on base, and it had been a very bad idea, since every time after when she saw a healthy Sam stroll into the infirmary, the memories raced back to arouse her.
With one last glance in the mirror, Janet pulled her pants back up. Simple khakis, domestic evening-wear for a night after work. The cock bent slightly, pushing up against her stomach as she worked her zipper. She wondered if she should push it down her thigh, rather than have the tip protrude over the top of the pants, but she decided she liked it up. She liked it hard. She'd get her point across more quickly.
Janet went downstairs and into the kitchen, where Sam was washing the day's dishes. She saw Sam lift her chin upon hearing her footsteps. "Don't turn around," Janet instructed.
Sam stayed still, looking straight ahead. Ever the soldier. "Keep washing the dishes, Sam. Don't stop. No matter what?"
"What if I finish?" Sam asked, as Janet approached her from behind, settling her hands on her hips.
"Smart ass."
Sam picked up the next plate. Janet slid one hand between her legs, from behind, and felt heat radiating through the crotch of her sweats. "Been thinking about something?"
"I figured you left for a reason," Sam said, dunking the plate in water.
"That's true, I did." Janet squeezed Sam, feeling Sam squirm against her hand, trying to get the stimulation to hit the right spots. Janet slid a finger forward, finding a hard bump, which she idly stroked. "Would you do anything, Sam?"
"Yes."
"Do we need a safe word?"
Sam nearly dropped the plate. She recovered, and set it on the drying rack, before bracing her hands on the kitchen counter. "No."
"Are you sure?" Janet freed her hand and moved forward so her crotch pressed against Sam's ass. Sam felt the dildo in Janet's pants and froze, her back becoming rigid. Janet saw beads of sweat on the back of Sam's neck. "Last chance."
"I'm sure."
Janet ground against Sam, closing her eyes at the pleasure the pressure against her created. She gave into the urge to hump Sam, rubbing herself against her lover and the hard shaft between them that had her throbbing already. Working herself against Sam, she could come like this. No penetration, no degradation, just the toy aiding all the right stimulation. "Is this what you anticipated?" Janet asked, surprised to hear her voice already hoarse.
"Not in my wildest dreams."
"Come with me to the living room," Janet said, running her hand down Sam's arm, and clasping her fingers.
"I'm not done with the dishes."
"I've changed my mind." She led Sam to the living room, and took a throw pillow from the couch and tossed it onto the carpet. Health first, she thought.
Sam looked at the pillow, and then at her. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything.
Janet smiled. "Take off your clothes."
Sam shoved her sweatpants and underwear down her legs and kicked them off. She pulled off her tee shirt, and then her sports bra, the one she'd worn at work all day, revealing her sweaty and creased breasts. Janet indulged in the view of Sam's lean, hard body. Her nipples, hard from anticipation, or maybe being exposed to the air-conditioned room, pointed up from her breasts. Her firm abdomen convulsed with each heavy breath. Her legs, sleekly formed, seemed to spend forever reaching the floor. Janet sucked in her breath. She glanced at the pillow. Sam knelt. "Sam, I want you to... to...lick..." She found herself blushing in front a fully naked woman.
"I want to," Sam said. She smiled at Janet, craning her neck to meet Janet's eyes, and settled her hands onto Janet's hips.
"What?"
"I've been wanting to do this for so long," Sam said, running her hands up and down Janet's thighs. "But you're a doctor. A mother. A lady. You don't do this sort of thing. I thought you'd think I was..."
"Sick? A nasty girl?" Janet cupped Sam's head, threading her fingers through short blonde hair. She pulled Sam closer. "No one's going to find out what we're doing."
Sam moaned and pushed her face against Janet's crotch, rubbing her cheek along the protruding bulge in the cloth. She exhaled, and murmured, "Janet," before running her tongue over the stretched fabric.
"Cassandra could come at any minute," Janet pointed out.
Sam merely moaned, opening her mouth and wetting the front of Janet's pants with her lips and tongue.
"So, you like exhibitionism?"
Sam remained steadfast in her work.
"Maybe you're a danger addict. Adrenaline junkie. Or maybe you just like being naughty."
Sam shuddered and closed her eyes.
"Take it out, Sam." Janet squeezed Sam's hair.
Sam slid down the zipper of Janet's pants. Janet nearly came, hearing the sound, and the promise it signaled. Sam pulled out her cock. She held it in her fist and looked up at Janet. "Condom?"
"I want it raw," Janet said. They'd always used a condom when fucking, and had washed the dildo in the sink immediately after use, and ran it through a dishwashing cycle whenever Cassandra was out of town. Janet didn't like unsanitary conditions, she was a doctor, but today she didn't care what the rough silicone did to Sam's mouth. Holding Sam's head, she pushed the tip of the cock against Sam's lips. Sam, toying with her, kept her lips tightly sealed, shaking her head. "Don't play games, Sam. I know you want it. You've been wanting it. I know you've been thinking about my cock in your mouth. Here's your chance." She pressed forward, forcing Sam's lips apart, the tip of the cock disappearing into her mouth. Janet moaned.
Sam's expression became smug as she sealed her lips around the cock. Her mouth moved slightly, and Janet felt the manipulation of the shaft against her inflaming her clit and lower lips. She ground herself against the base of the cock, wanting more pressure, and Sam complied, taking more of it into her mouth, sucking more firmly. Janet moaned, rocking her hips. She pulled off her blouse, tossing it onto Sam's head. Sam laughed and slid back, exposing the saliva-coated cock, licking the tip, before going down on her again. Janet unhooked her bra and let it slide from her arms. When she looked down, she could see her breasts, the rosy aureola bouncing slightly with her thrusts, and below, past the slight curve of her belly, the cock sliding in and out of Sam's mouth.
"You're so good at this, Sam," Janet said, sighing and stroking her hair. "You're a good little cocksucker."
Sam pulled back, and grinned at Janet. "You'd be surprised to know this is my first time."
"God." Janet tossed her head back. She felt, rather than saw, Sam sucking her again, as the pressure returned to her clit. She rocked forward. "More. Use your fist, sweetheart. Give me more." She looked down to see her cock enclosed by Sam's hand, pushing it into her, and Sam's head bobbing up and down. Why hadn't they done this sooner, Janet wondered. The cock was just a toy, nothing to be afraid of. "Make me come, Sam," Janet said, panting. "I know you can do it."
Sam slowed, using deliberate, hard strokes. Just the way she used her tongue on Janet when she was close, knowing just what Janet needed. Janet gritted her teeth, knowing any stroke could push her over the edge. "Give it to me, baby." She pushed back against Sam, forcing her cock further into Sam's mouth, and she came. She shuddered, hunching forward, bracing herself on Sam's shoulders as the orgasm crashed through her. "Yes... Sam..." When she was spent, she drew back, seeing a thin tendril of saliva connecting the cock and Sam's lips. She shivered. "Off the pillow, Sam." Sam scooted back, and Janet lowered herself onto the floor, resting her head on the pillow. The cock stuck straight up from her torso, but she'd forgotten it. "Sam..."
"Hm?" Sam reached out and stroked her hair.
"I want you to sit on my face."
* * *
Sam was draped across Janet's lap on the couch, reading Newsweek, when Cassandra appeared. "How was your night, guys?" She frowned. "Nevermind, don't answer."
Janet rolled her eyes. "How was yours?"
"Fantastic. Fried chicken." Cassandra grinned, and said, "Since you two are hogging the TV, I'm going to go upstairs and play on the internet."
"Shouldn't you do your homework?"
"Did it at the Carlsons."
Sam blinked. "You what?"
"Well, I was helping Annie with her homework, since her parents didn't understand it and she really has to get a C on this next test or she's going to flunk, and while I was helping her, I realized mine was pretty easy to do alongside it, and..." Cassandra shrugged.
"You not only did math, but you taught it?" Janet was astounded. She poked Sam's shoulder. "She takes after you."
"Guys, it's not a big deal." Cassandra shifted uncomfortably. "It's just one assignment. Why are you sitting in Mom's lap?"
"It's cozy." Sam stretched, like a lioness, extending her body the full length of the couch. "Didn't you ever sit in her lap?"
"Dude, I was 11 when I got here. I was taller than her within a year."
Janet scowled. "Don't remind me. Go to your room."
"Thank you." Cassandra escaped.
Janet heard the bedroom door slam. "Finally."
Sam grinned and slid off the couch, and buried her face in Janet's lap. Janet sighed and held her head, loving the way Sam's jaw worked when she was sucking her. She watched Sam, and suddenly imagined someone behind Sam, maybe fucking her, or licking her, while she serviced Janet. Maybe Teal'c... strong and silent, sharing a knowing grin with Janet as they both used Sam for all she was worth...
Janet shook her head. She wondered where these ideas came from...