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Subject: {ASSM} Me and My Zapper 06 (MF, oral, toys)
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Those following my "Me and My Zapper" stories, here is the next chapter.
This is also on my website 
atwww.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter-06/
Chapter one is at http://www.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter-01/
Chapter two is at http://www.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter-02/
Chapter three is at 
http://www.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter03/
Chapter four is at 
http://www.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter-04/
Chapter five is at 
http://www.johndstories.co.uk/me-and-my-zapper-chapter-05/

I ventured into the garden long enough to retrieve my shorts and 
T-Shirts; I could not find my underwear and assumed that some wife had 
taken them as a trophy, and left the fucking to find Number 8. Rebecca 
answered the door the moment my clammy fingers touched the doorbell and 
she looked at me with concerned eyes. "What's going on?" She asked, her 
blue eyes piercing into my flushed expression. "Two car loads of guys 
went to your sister's house and ..."

"Can I come in?" I interrupted. "I can explain all but it's not pretty." 
I felt as though I needed to explain to someone else the heavy burden I 
was carrying. I needed to tell someone I felt I could trust, but who 
would give me an honest opinion; that person was Rebecca. I bit my lip 
as Rebecca invited me into one of the giant lounges that made up her 
sister's property; I wasn't quite sure how to explain something so 
ridiculous, but I followed her to the leather couch and sat down, taking 
a deep breath.

"What is going on?" She repeated. "It looks like bedlam 'round there and 
... well, those women did not look normal. It was like a spell had been 
put over them and ..."

My heart pounded in my chest. "I invented something. Or discovered it," 
I told her, holding my hands tightly together. "That when particular 
energy is fired at women, it causes deep and uncontrollable arousal for 
around an hour, and my friend thought that they would use it and ..." My 
voice trailed off as I mumbled and looked at the classy girl, gauging 
her expression as she fiddled with her hair.

"Don't be ridiculous," she exclaimed, laughing. "Seriously though, they 
looked weird and ..."

"I'm not joking!" I scowled as I snapped at her and withdrew the zapper 
from my pocket, putting it on the table. "There you go. It's dangerous. 
That makes all the girls horny."

She snorted and giggled. "Yeah, right. I'm not that gullible. So what 
happened? Seriously, tell me!"

"I've told you," I replied, slightly aggrieved that my concern at 
telling her the truth seemed to be woefully unvalued. "I have this 
invention and ..."

She held her hands out and shook her head back, moving her brunette hair 
from her face, and looking at me with a wild glint in her eyes. "Use it. 
If it works I'll become crazy, right?" I hesitated and shook my head; 
there was no way I was going to overdose the pretty Rebecca on lust. 
"You won't, because it won't work," she sang and giggled. "But it's a 
good idea. I mean, if only you had invented that, you'd be super rich."

"I have," I implored of her, and gestured towards the zapper, lying on 
the table. She reached forward and picked it up, my heart missing a beat 
and I pleaded with her to put it down, but the twinkle-eyed girl ignored 
me and rotated it in her hand. "Please, don't press anything."

She cackled as her thumb closed over the button, as it pointed towards 
her; I cried out, but it was too late: her laughter, turned to a 
startled gasp and her spare hand delved into her short shorts, groaning 
as she located her slit. "Fuck," she cried between pants and stared at 
me with a lustful sparkle, throwing off her T-Shirt.

"Rebecca," I cried, watching her drop the zapper onto the thick carpet 
and shudder as she discarded her shorts in little more than a heartbeat. 
"Rebecca!"

Rebecca couldn't listen to me; her brain wouldn't function on banal 
subjects like logic, reason and safety. It needed sex. Wild, rampant 
sex. Every fantasy Rebecca had ever had, but never indulged in was about 
to surface. Sex was about to become an unstoppable urge and she was 
about to experience horniness that she had never comprehended or 
imagined before. All because the woman wouldn't listen. "Oh fuck," she 
gasped, spreading her legs so her fingers could reach her shimmering 
slit easier.

Her stance afforded me an excellent view and I met her eyes across the 
luxurious room. She breathed loudly and quickly, groaning noisily and 
staring at the ceiling. She bucked her hips wildly, roughly rotating her 
finger over her wet clit; it was a scintillating show and my cock tented 
my shorts. It wanted more, and Rebecca squealed passionately into the room.

"Fuck! Christ! Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her eyes met mine and she 
clenched her fist, tightening over the leather armchair. "Film me," she 
squawked, grunting as I located my camera phone and pointed it towards 
the orgasming lady.

She slid her finger into her cunt, and stared at my phone, withdrawing 
it to lick it clean of her juices and groaned loudly. "Give me that," 
she ordered and gulped. "Get fucking naked," the mild-mannered girl 
demanded and squealed as her fingers found her sopping pussy. "And ... Oh 
God!"

My shorts and T-Shirt pooled on the shagpile carpet in seconds as I 
passed my phone to Rebecca and she pulled my face into her crotch, her 
legs leaning over the arms of the chair and shrieking as my tongue 
located her clit.

"Look at him," she told the camera, aimed at me licking her 
hypersensitive folds. "Fucking ... Ah God! I love this ... I fucking love 
this and ..."

She gripped the back of my head with her left hand and bucked her hips, 
screaming profanities as the brunette lurched into a plethora of 
continuous orgasms. I slid my finger into her quivering cunt, and it 
effortlessly glided to her G-Spot, pressing against her contracting muscles.

She yelled; declaring to the world that the well-behaved woman was a 
"slut," a "bitch" and a "fucking whore." My chin was soaked from her 
juices and I hummed, causing her clit to vibrate and rubbed my fingers.

I loved it; I loved turning beautiful, respectable girls into wanton 
sluts, desperate to have their lustful thirst satisfied. I loved feeling 
a quivering cunt, or a girl so overtaken with intense pleasure that they 
wouldn't even be able to remember their own name. And while I hadn't 
pressed the button, Rebecca had, it was my invention taking her to paradise.

She dropped my phone and gripped her thighs, roaring as my fingers shook 
her throbbing cunt quickly; she was engulfed by a euphoric bliss that 
bubbled from her G-Spot, but gushed throughout her body, overwhelming 
her senses and submerging her with intense and constant waves of sexual 
ecstasy.

She flicked the top of my head as she trembled and panted; she had 
soaked the leather chair and she gulped, staring at me with a beaming 
smile. "Wow!" She cried and rubbed her hands over her body, shivering as 
they touched her radiant skin. "Just ... wow!"

I sat looking up at her and she held out her hand to me, begging me to 
pull her from the seat. I smiled into her blue eyes and had to help her 
get her balance, but she dragged me to the master bedroom and pushed me 
onto the bed as she rummaged around the bedside table drawers.

"Is this your room?" I asked, but knew the answer.

"Ever since I was little," she cried. "Elsie was the favourite. They 
paid for her to go to private school not me. She got dancing lessons, 
gymnastics and university. I got fuck all," Rebecca spat and showed me a 
glass dildo. "She loves this toy."

"Rebecca," I muttered, trying to sound a word of caution but my new 
lover wasn't listening and generously lubricated the blue glass, before 
launching herself onto the mattress beside me. She looked insatiable and 
with sparkling eyes, pressed the bulbous tip of the glass toy against 
her anus. She gasped as she slowly rotated it into her butt, breathing 
deeply as she pushed it deep into her rear.

"Fuck me," she whispered and slid her slippery hand down my body to 
glide over my erect cock.

"In your sister's bed?"

"Yeah," she muttered, and groaned as my fingers danced over her clit. 
"Properly!" There was a panic in her voice, and she gripped my arm, 
imploring at me. How could I refuse a damsel in distress and I knelt up 
and pulled her legs further apart.

Sliding into her gushing pussy was heavenly, for both of us. Rebecca 
nearly came as my cock pushing into her well-lubricated cunt, delighting 
in her double penetration and the sordid vengeance of our lust-soaked 
union. She gripped my buttocks and squeezed them as I slowly rocked back 
and forth, pressing my cock deeper into her and feeling the hard glass.

She bellowed, screaming a battery of obscenities and profanities about 
her sister as the angry woman neared her umpteenth climax; I saw her 
cheeks redden, and felt her cunt tighten. Her ankles, held upwards by 
myself started to quiver and her breathing became loud and ragged. But 
most of all, she told me. She told the room, her sister and anyone who 
would listen that the genteel and polite girl was coming in her sister's 
bed with a stranger and a dildo up her ass.

I delight in fucking orgasming women; the squeezing of my cock as they 
lurch into a euphoric and intense climax is a matter of pride and an 
extremely deep rush of vibrant sexual gratification, unmatched by almost 
anything else.

And Rebecca orgasmed: a tidal wave of pleasure ripped apart her 
desperate body as the young lady bucked and wriggled, barely able to 
cope with the torrent of violent lust. I would not stop ramming my prick 
into her tight cunt and felt her nails dig into my buttocks as her 
sex-crazed body staggered from one ferocious orgasm to another. She 
squealed and yelled; cried, bellowed, roared and thundered, as her 
climaxes smashed from her cunt and flooded through her.

She loved it; her hands gripped me tighter and tighter as I rammed my 
cock deep inside her and began to thrust forcefully into her slippery, 
spasming cunt. I was there, and squeezed onto my orgasm, slamming my 
erect dick deep inside the waitress with wild abandon. I could not be 
slowed or stopped and watched as Rebecca was hit by her strongest, most 
intense, most powerful orgasm.

I felt it; her cunt squeezed so tightly around my cock I am surprised I 
managed to squirt anything inside of her at all, but I felt waves of 
delightful relief flooding into me as my cum filled my partner. She 
cried, slumped against the silk sheets and purred; hyperventilating.

"That thing is amazing," she said as she regained use of her voice. "Can 
I have one?"

"You want one?" I asked and she nodded; her brown hair knotted but her 
skin radiant and glistening.

"Of course," she panted and gulped. "Nothing has ever done that to me." 
I rubbed her skin and she shivered, sighing as I held her tight to my 
body and rolled from her, watching out of the window. She removed the 
glass dildo from her butt and smirked at the huge wet stain on her 
sister's silk sheets. "Nothing has ever done this!"

"But, but, but," I stammered. "It turned you into a ..." I wasn't sure how 
to finish the sentence but I didn't need to as Rebecca just shrugged.

"It was fun. I think I could go again though." I looked at the 
well-fucked woman, surrounded by soaked sheets and a shit-stained dildo 
abandoned on the floor and was tempted, but spied Rebecca's sister 
staggering into the cul-de-sac, looking very much like Rebecca did and 
looked across at my partner for the last 45 minutes. "I better go," I 
muttered and reached for the door to the bedroom to frantically retrieve 
my clothes.

Although judging by Elsie's demeanour, it might be worth hanging around 
for a little while longer!

To be continued ...

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