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The Highway Hypnotist

Part 5

Rose and I moved in different orbits for most of  the  next
day, I with technical  stuff,  she  with  board  functions,
brunch, etc.  I  caught  one  glimpse  of  her  entering  a
conference room in a trim, prim suit, and all I could think
about were her labia, pink and glistening as I'd seen  then
the previous night, encased  now  in  the  fabrics  of  the
working world.  My  own  thoughts  were  unsettled,  almost
furtive, the way they'd continually dart back to  what  for
me had been an unprecedented sexual escapade!   Who'd  have
thought  my   hidden   hypnosis   "fetish,"   nurtured   in
masturbatory moments alone over the years and  years  since
those childhood incidents, would have burst forth with such
ripe, tender fruit?  What would Mother have thought?

I certainly seemed to project enough confidence to  sway  a
mature person, albeit a friend who wanted to experiment, to
the edge of daring and far beyond!

Finally I heard her enter her room next door  late  in  the
afternoon.  There were other voices present and I tuned the
sound out, while remembering the other, late-night sounds I
had last heard through  that  wall.   Now  there  was  good
humor, and even a high feminine laugh, not  Rose's,  I  was
sure!

Then, after a quiet time, the phone rang.

"Hi, it's Rose."

Her new friend Maggie had spirited her away from  the  last
tiresome tea of the afternoon, it seemed, over to a fashion
mall.  They had gotten a little "silly," it seemed...  "but
you'll see for yourself,  if  you'll  come  swimming  again
tonight," she said.  A pause, and her voice  dropped  to  a
more serious timbre.

"John," I've got  something  to  ask  you,  it's  a  little
embarrassing..."  then I hear her cover the phone, and in a
moment her door opens and closes.  "I  couldn't  just  talk
about it with Maggie here...  she said...  she wanted me to
ask you...  it's hard, John!  Listen, you know the  driving
yesterday, and...  well, did...  something happen?"

Damn that Maggie!  She'd gotten to be more than a  nuisance
all of a sudden!

"She said she wanted to try that hypnotism too,  because...
because it was good for...  for...  bedroom things...   and
she said that I showed her...  was I...  damn, it's hard...
was I acting weird last night?"  she  finally  blurted  out
with extreme difficulty.   "I  said  I  was  just  swimming
around, a-and she said 'I'd like to swim around  like  that
too,' and gave me this look..."

"Did she go?"

"Yes.  I didn't drink that much at dinner, I know I  wasn't
even tipsy!"

"Now listen carefully, the only thing  I  noticed  was  you
singing that song, you know...   Twinkle  twinkle?   That's
all I heard, you remember?  Wait a minute, just listen,"  I
insisted and the line was quiet,  as  I  whistled  "Twinkle
twinkle" to her over the phone.

"I did?"  her voice was small.

"Yes,  you  did,  you   sang   "Twinkle   twinkle   in   my
eyes...remember?  try it now."

Her voice came back.

"Twinkle,  twinkle  in  my  eyes,  /  Close  them  and  I'm
hypnotized / Listen to the voice so deep, / Now I'm  -  I'm
drifting off to sleep, / Twinkle, twinkle...  twink..."

She never made it to the last line.

"Try it again," I urged gently, and there it came back over
the line:

"Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them annnd..."

"Again," I said now, flatly.

"Twin...."  and then silence.  I pictured  her,  just  next
door, perhaps swaying on her  feet,  her  eyelids  drooping
down  onto  her  lovely   cheekbones,   the   phone   still
reflexively held up to her ear (I hoped!)

"Hang up and come right to my room now," I instructed.

The phone clicked, and in a moment I heard  her  hall  door
again.  I opened my own door, and there she stood...   eyes
closed, dressed in just a slip, and bare-breasted!

Hurriedly I told her to enter and she drifted with the care
of a sleepwalker past  my  arm  as  anxiously  I  reassured
myself that  there  had  been  nobody  there  to  see  her,
barefoot and bare-breasted at my door!

I obviously had a lot to learn about  discretion,  I  could
have just opened our connecting door, but I hadn't  thought
it through!

At any rate my control was strong enough to flood  out  her
conscious nervousness, because here she was,  arms  at  her
sides, breasts swaying sensuously as she continued  walking
towards...  right towards the bureau!  Before I could  halt
her her leg bumped into the furniture and this brought  her
to a lurching halt.  In the full- length mirror I saw, as I
hurried to her side, muttering as many "deeper and  deeper"
suggestions as I could, that her face looked pale.

What was going on, was she ill or faint?

"Rose, are you all right?  Do you feel well?"

"It feels wonderful," the lips barely moved, the bosom rose
and fell, her eyelids looked almost purple against the  odd
pallor of her face.

"Sit down in this nice comfy chair,"  I  instructed,  "sink
way, way down and be so comfortable that you are just  calm
and relaxed alll over."  With a sigh her nearly  nude  form
was deposited in the chair.

"Now Rose, although you are very deep now, you can speak as
if you were awake, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," she said with a smile!  I breathed  an
inward sigh of relief, I had thought she was ill,  but  her
color seemed to be returning to her cheeks.

"Something was troubling you?"

"Yes, it was Maggie," she responded.

"Go on."

"Yes, she had taken me to  this  store  to  get  a  bathing
suit...  you know,  a  kind  of...   almost  bare  kind  of
suit..."

"I know exactly what you mean," I answered, smiling down at
her, straying another glance  to  her  breasts,  which  she
displayed  openly  and  without  any  embarrassment.   They
really were lovely, slightly  flattened  by  gravity,  with
wide brown nipples and large aureola...  but listen to  her
words, dummy!  I told myself angrily...  there's plenty  of
time to glom her body!  "Did she disturb you?"

"Yes, she did.  We were talking about how  suits  turn  men
on, and she said that they turned on some  ladies  too.   I
knew she meant herself, because she  was  giving  me  these
googly-eyed glances when I tried them on...   but  all  she
talked about besides that was hypnotism."

"Yes.  Be sure you are very  deep,  so  we  can  talk  very
freely."

"Yes,  John,"  she  droned  calmly,  "I  am   very   deeply
hypnotized right now...  it feels good to be able  to  talk
honestly to you and not be embarrassed."

My dick hardened noticeably, and again,  I  gave  myself  a
stern talking-to.

She went on to say that her  companion  had  referred  more
than once to what she implied was  Rose's  wantonness,  and
said she thought that meant that Rose might like  to  be  a
little, shall we say, "experimental" with others.

"...And how did that make you feel?"

"Not good."

"Why?  Be explicit as you can."

"Yes.  I am not a whore or a pervert!"  she said, with some
heat, and I noticed a rouge flush highlighting her  cheeks.
"I-I'm just a sort of stick-in-the-mud, I guess,  but  no!"
she exclaimed, "You know how we have  gotten  into  this...
this oh, John, it's a lovely thing, but I'm nervous!"

I played it very clinically.  "Go on."

"Yes, driving is such fun now, and I'm going to be grateful
forever for your help, but I'm worried...   don't  want  to
feel guilty, and I love Jerome, and I love you  too!"   Her
face had now gained just a little animation,  although  she
was expressing real anxiety.

"When  you  are  awake,  Rose,"  I  said  gazing   at   her
loveliness, "do you feel you have  even  a  tiny  conscious
hint that now I am your sexual master?"

Her bosom  jiggled  enticingly  as  her  breathing  caught.
"N-n-noo...  I'm not aware of that...  I must be sure..."

"Why, Rose?  Do you want very deeply to continue to  submit
yourself to my complete sexual control?"  I  stood  closer,
and her eyes followed me.

"Yes," she said, "yes, oh God, I  do  things...   things  I
never  dream  about...   or  things   that   I   do   dream
about...sexy things..."

"Of course you do, Rose, and remember, it's  only  while  I
have you hypnotized that  you  have  consented  to  let  me
control you.  You wanted to fall deeply  into  my  hypnotic
power in the car, you don't remember it consciously and you
never will, but you can tell me about it, what did you do?"

"I fell into a trance...  I fell and fell and fell..."

"Look at my hands, Rosie."  I held the palms up towards her
face and she smiled.

"Yes, they're beautiful  hands...   strong...   I  like  to
watch you move them around, and just when  they're  resting
too."

"Now my hands are cupped together, Rosie," I  intone,  "and
as  I  slowwwly  draw  them  apart,  look  at  this   huge,
deep-green emerald crystal I'm holding...  it sparkles very
brightly it might make you squint a bit...  annnd there  it
is resting heavily in my hand."

Her eyes widen in surprise, then blink a bit and she  turns
her head a little.  "That's beautiful,  it's  like  magic!"
she says.

"Yes it's magic, but it's real too, very heavy and real  as
I'll let you hold it now if you like..."

"May I?"  and she reaches up toward my hand.   "Oops!"   as
she dropped her hand and caught at  the  "gem".   "Sorry...
ahhh!"  she said, holding it closer and peering at it.

I now "took it back,"  and  said,  "Now,  very  easily  and
totally naturally, I'll just fasten it right up here  above
your head, Rosie, just up there in the air, and in a moment
I'll have you look very deeply into it.  There it's hanging
right up here now."

She nodded, her eyes upturned and blinking quickly  at  the
imaginary "glare."

"Now I'll make it dimmer and its color go  very  very  deep
deep green, a very deep deep green, is that  better?"   She
nodded again.

"When I let it spin slowly you'll be absolutely  fascinated
by the deep, dark sparkles that are lovely to watch.   Here
it goes now."

"Ohh..."  she breathed, and tilted her head back  to  watch
the "show."

"Now in the car you felt you had to do things, yesterday."

She nodded.

"The gem lets you speak.  Tell me what you did and how  you
felt."

"I touched your hand, I stroked it," she  murmured.   "Your
hands...  I imagined you were caressing me."

"Continue.  As you speak you won't even notice my  commands
but you'll obey them willingly.  Continue, and tell me what
you like best about going into trance."

"I couldn't believe how good I feel!  I mean, I  just  feel
like I'm letting go, that I just have no choice, and I love
having no choice...  it's like a warm  bath  or  something,
and I just...."

As she talked, I whispered now: "And you may want  to  play
very lightly and delicately with your  breasts  now."   And
without seeming to notice, her  eyes  still  fixed  on  her
"emerald," Rose raised first one hand, and soon the  other,
up steadily and surely, and touched herself.   Her  fingers
were soon swirling round her mounds as they lay  heavy  and
slightly flattened by their softness on her ribs.

"Then later I touched your penis.  I  was  thrilled  and  a
little scared that I was doing that in public, but  it  was
so impossible to stop!  It was impossible  to  say  no  and
stop, I felt so special and tender, and I  just  sliddd  my
fingersss arounnndd and arounnndd..."

Her voice remained level, but her  hands  pressed  now  and
again against her nipple areas pressing her heavy tits even
flatter, then she might lightly lift one mammary, slide out
from its underside, pause briefly  and  begin  the  digital
flutterings over again.

"I know how turned on you  are  when  I  touched  it,"  she
murmured, because it got so very hard, and my fingers  were
very sensitive...  that's the other thing  about  it...   "
her eyes wider open and more  glassy  now  as  she  blinked
slowly, almost at regular intervals  up  at  her  "target."
"The other  thing...   sometimes  I  thought  I  felt  very
sleepy, but I knew I wasn't asleep..."

"The gem  is  spinning  a  little  faster,  just  a  little
faster," I interjected, still in  a  whisper.   "Deep  deep
green green..."

Her breasts rose into her hands as she sighed  and  settled
back.  I watched her hips under  the  cream-colored  simple
slip, and thought I detected a tiny motion there.

"...But I get so...  so, ummm...  it's like electricity  or
something, I get so sensitive,  like  my  fingers  on  your
penis could feel way inside it, way up inside you,  John...
And...  when...   you  came...   I  never  like  that,  you
know...  to taste it...  before..."

Her mesmerized litany had now raised me  to  full  rampancy
again, my stalk jutted out pointing  at  my  subject  as  I
stepped out of my trousers.

"...And you said  it  was  delicious,  and  then  I  really
thought it would be...I thought how good  it  would  taste,
and I wasn't scared to...  to drink it even,  and  then  it
was all hot in my hands, and I watched it come out and  out
and out..."

Her fingers still  circled  and  her  palms  still  pressed
against  her  soft  hillocks,  but  I  perceived   definite
wrinkles and puckers in her aureola.  Her hips were sliding
back and forth gently across the seat cushion too, but  her
eyes still blinked upwards languidly...

This sight gave me a fiery pang, clear down to the root  of
my penis, buried back in my groin.  It ached!

"And as you talk about the pool, let the gem  pull  you  to
your feet, it stays right there before you,"  I  whispered,
and immediately she hoisted her body, with some difficulty,
up out of her chair.  Her voice  didn't  stop  though,  her
face was now turned up towards  the  ceiling.   I  saw  her
throw her shoulders back, and the breasts were consequently
pushed out and up.  The  hands  circling,  pressing,  their
fingers now brushing directly over the nipple  area,  their
surrounds bulging a bit, and wrinkled and creased.

"In the pool, the pool, oh God..."  she breathed heavily...
"Oh,  Johnny,  the  pooollll...   I  came  so  hard,  never
stopped, felt it would go on and on...  ohhh, I didn't even
think...  I didn't have to think, you were keeping me safe,
Johnny, oh, I loved you so much, and then..."

I had put a soft bath towel on her chair, now I moved  very
close to her voluptuousness, her soft, tender curved belly,
and her fleshy but firm buttocks exposed as I  simply  slid
her slip and panties right down her legs.  I whispered that
she could sit again, and that nothing mattered but her  own
pleasure and release.

She was into it for good now!  "...  And then I drank  your
cream, ohhh, it was like thick thick tangy honey I felt  so
sleepy, your juice made me go to sleep, and then I  dreamed
it all over again!"  Her eyes were almost closed now, but I
still saw her moist pupils under her  sagging  lashes,  and
her nostrils were flared as I knelt in front of her chair.

Now I whispered that the gem was  beginning  to  pulse  and
glow in  mid-air.   "Yes,  right  in  time  with  your  own
heightening,  Rosie,"  I  whispered,   "Growinggg...    and
relaxing.  Growing....  and relaxing, as you  let  yourself
grow and relax too.

"...And I was floating and the water ran all over me,  alll
over me, and I felt so alive..."  she was babbling on,  and
now I saw her fingers stiffen out from her  palms  and  she
brushed their fans over and over the nipples,  making  them
flip rapidly in their erectile state.   "....right  up,  up
between my legs..."

And indeed between her own  legs  now  my  gaze  was  drawn
inexorably.   Her  tummy  wrinkled  and   folded   as   her
abdominals became involved, pulling as  it  seemed  inwards
and upwards.  There was her pubic  hair,  and  right  below
it...  right there below...

The patch of hair extended right down past her labia, right
down and past the  puffy  outer  labia,  which  were  still
closed, there was so much flesh to them that her dark curly
hairs were still dry, and the  flesh  of  the  labia  still
closed  over  her  treasure.   But  her  legs  were   still
together.

I stopped her chanting now, stood  up  and  bade  her  just
listen.  "And my hands want to touch and  arouse  you  more
and more, Rosie," I said.  "Now, look at  my  hands.   Open
your eyes and watch my powerful hands.  Good,  watch  as  I
fold them over this pulsing jewel...closing and folding  it
in, watch every tendon  and  pad  of  flesh  on  my  strong
fingers, my strong strong hands, Rosie."

Her eyes  appeared  almost  in  religious  ecstasy  as  she
"watched" me close my hands.  "And I take  all  the  power,
all the throbbing power in the gem as well now,  Rosie,"  I
chant, and now I suddenly flatten my palms together, and  I
hear her gasp.  "The gem is gone and my hands hold all  the
power, look!"

Her lips part as she stares at my  outstretched  palms.   I
flex my fingers and her breath is louder now, she's  almost
cowering back, pressing into the chair, and her  hands  are
pressing into her bosom, her tits  are  squashed  a  little
against her chest, she is into the "hunted animal  at  bay"
thing, apparently!  The whites stands out  all  around  her
bulging eyes.

"Now, drop your arms away from your hot, heavy breasts!"  I
say sternly, and down they flop, lying alongside her thighs
that are clenched up and tense.  Her breath is  very  rapid
now, rapid and shallow.  "You've wanted  to  feel  my  full
power, Rose, and now you'll hear yourself ask for my  hands
to control you.  You've wanted to, you're thinking about it
now, think about it more and more...  Maggie and  Dan  want
to feel the hands too, and now speak!"

Her trapped gaze follows the path of my hands  as  I  kneel
again, and bring them closer and closer to her  thighs  and
knees.

"Oh...  oh...  oh..."  comes the panting response, and  her
hips lift slightly off the towel as she says: "Part my legs
now, please!  M- make  them  come  ap-apart...   make  them
open, please..."

Another surge of her hips as I rest a palm  on  each  knee,
and slowly draw the thighs, drawing them bit by  bit  wider
and wider, watching her genitalia as I  do  so.   Her  eyes
have closed and her head  rests  back  on  the  chair,  her
shoulders shiver and now those fat lips in  their  nest  of
hair are being pulled too, pulled apart like the first kiss
onto sealed lips that are now only slightly  stuck...   now
only held together by a  narrow  seal,  now  coming  apart;
pushed apart as well, because when  the  seal  breaks,  her
moist, dark inner petals are immediately glistening in full
flower!  Without the puffy thickness of the  majora,  these
would, I was sure, have protruded  and  extended  well  out
from her pussy, succulent and fragrant and oh, so tempting!

She's whispering "Yes, yes, yes..."  hips lifting  more  as
my palms slide  right  up  to  her  pelvis,  right  up  the
quivering flesh of her full, luscious thighs,  pulling  her
forward, she assists me, sliding her buttocks toward me  as
the thighs spread ever  wider,  the  knees  dropping  open,
falling apart...

And then I stand suddenly, raising my hands to  her  sweat-
bedewed face, my cock stuck up thickly and firmly,  pulsing
with its own desire!  and  her  eyes  are  still  wide  and
glazed,  her  fingers,  stuck  alongside   her   hips   are
clenching, scratching the flesh they can reach,  the  flesh
of her hips.

"And now," I say passing my hands before her as a  magician
weaving a spell,  "now  you  feel  completely  open  to  my
penetrating power, you are  an  empty  vessel,  you  are  a
hungering emptiness, a hollow, slick, wet vessel that  only
yearns to be penetrated, penetrated and filled to your very
center."

Her breaths through her nose are short, sharp,  fierce  and
regular, but her mouth has opened,  her  jaw  dropped,  her
tongue licks her lips, her head tries  to  lift  and  drops
back, her eyelids thicken and droop, and I feel as usual, a
dangerous premature *panggg* of sensation along  my  carved
bone.

"As your absolute submission  to  me  deepens,  your  voice
fails."  I don't want too much screaming, and it  looks  as
if she might really let herself  go  this  time!   "It  can
whisper and speak softly, all your energy are  focussed  on
that glorious, tingly emptiness now."

"...yes..yes..yes..yes.yes.yes.yes..."    come   the   soft
sussurrations in response, as now I kneel  again,  gloating
over the helpless desires of my lover.   The  hairs  around
about my target are no longer dry and  smooth,  but  matted
and dampened, the lips between look slickened as I can  see
her  flattened  buttocks  now  gently  humping  herself  up
towards my face, and my palms now slide up her hips, taking
possession of those bulging glutei, holding  her  hips  off
the towel now, my pinky fingers stretched almost  to  where
her anus must be, my shoulders sliding down the tendons now
stretched     and     exposed     in      high      relief.
"Emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty.emp.ty.emp.ty..."

Her face now jerks up into view  as  she  watches  my  face
through the gap in her titties, my face studying her  cleft
as I lift her up towards my lips, I hear a *clunk*  as  her
head falls back against the wall, my  hands  feel  her  own
hands nearby clawing and flexing, my tongue now  extends...
and I take my first taste of Rose.

Her outer labia are the thickest,  meatiest,  firmest  ones
I've ever kissed!  God!  Each one is almost a mouthful!   I
revel in the unexpected thrill this gives me, pulling  them
out individually, releasing them to snap back with  a  tiny
moist "slap"  onto  her  expanded  inner  petals.   Then  I
delicately pull  them  both  back  away  from  her  vaginal
opening.  Her orchid blooms outward,  gleaming  and  itself
thick-leaved, then retracts as the rubbery outer  flesh  is
again let free.  "Slap!"

I must see the clitoris now, before I taste it...   aahhhh,
she has a nice one, though it will always remain buried, it
looks ripe and ready  for  a  thorough  slurping!   Another
opening of the curtain, and now my  lips  take  possession.
Her quiet happy mewling reaches my ears,  and  her  fingers
scratch against my wrists, too strongly!

I pop out from her sodden delta again, remembering  that  I
have "imprisoned" her hands at her sides.  Standing  up,  I
step to her upturned face, cock  nearly  pushing  into  her
ear.

"My.  Hands.  On.  Your.  Jaw," I say theatrically.  "Your.
Jaw.  Drops.  And.  Your.  Mouth.  Opens."  I turn her face
sideways, and my cock feels  each  panting  puff  from  her
flared nostrils.  I slide the glans into the heat, and feel
her tongue drop to cradle the steaming head.

"Open your eyes, and gaze up the length of  my  member,"  I
order her  quietly,  and  she's  crosseyed  as  she  obeys,
humming in her passion.  "The member is firm and hard  like
my hands," I continue, and feel her lips squeeze  down  and
her head nod.

*Panng-g-g!* Have to watch that, I don't want to come yet!

"The member goes on and on, just like  your  emptiness,  on
and on.  Place your hands flat  under  your  buttocks  now,
stop flexing them."  I don't even  have  to  look,  I  feel
another quick nod.

*Pan-n-g-g-g*!

"I will satisfy you now, empty vessel," I say.   And  as  I
turn away to find a condom, "Feel your beautiful  sex  open
and  flower,  pushing  outward  waiting  for  the   gentle,
unstoppable inward penetration...  penetration...  more and
more ready for penetration,  beginning  to  crest  already,
feeling as if you are nothing but  a  hollow,  tingly  ache
now..."

Rolling the condom along my cock, her eyes still  following
it as it jiggles across the room and back,  as  it  wobbles
heavily in mid-air while I toss pillows on the floor at her
feet, as I show her my palms again, drawing them repeatedly
along my spike, as  I  let  it  slide  across  one  nipple,
bumping over the wide brown lump there, as it lowers  below
the horizon of her quivering belly...

As her pelvis jumps in her palms when the penis  bumps  its
questing nose against her thigh, as its heat now lies right
along her cleft...  as I tenderly part her fleshy  curtain,
and affix my bulb at her hungry  gate,  as  she  feels  the
hands urging her knees  wider  and  wider  apart,  her  sex
pouting and parting as here it comes...

The bulb passing into her chamber, her moist walls open and
receptive, the purple flower pressed inwards with the  slow
thrust like the growth of a thick root of  a  tree  in  the
moist forest soil and everything gives way inside her,  and
she knows distantly that her soft belly  is  now  clenched,
now relaxed, always quivering and shaking, the  root  STILL
sliding inward, inward, the intrusion itself now enough  to
grant her a release...

Oh  yes,  fill  me,  fill  me,  I'm  wide  apart  for  you,
ah.ah.ah., there, and oh  now  what's  happening...   those
hands, ah.ah.ah.  yes the fingers they're RIGHT THERE  next
to my clittie,  ah.ah.ah.ah.   too  many  things  to  feel,
almost as I feel a hot little splashy feeling, oh it swells
up,  how  can  it  just  keep  coming  in,  my  opening  is
stretching,            ah.ah.ah.fil.ling.fil.ling.ah.ah.ah.
ahhhhhhmmmm.   Sooo  fulllll...   Sooo  fulllll....   Soooo
fullllll.

But what, my lips are kissing out now, kissing out now it's
leaving, ohno, no, I'm not ready,  oh,  yes  I  am  another
splash, clamp down on it, harder, so it will stay  in,  I'm
turned inside out all my flesh pulling pulling, holding and
splashing...  ohgood ohgood it's stopping, now please  fill
me again, ah.ah.ah.ah.  ohhh, the clittie, oh  the  fingers
are pressing my fat fat  lips  against  it,  what?   what!?
Splash!   Splashhh!   everything's   liquid,   everything's
jerk...ing and  jigg...ling,  big  jiggly  rubber  lips  on
clittie,    here    it    comes,     here     it     comes,
jigglyrubberjigglyrubberjigglyrubber...

...."Ungh!"  comes her grunt as I thrust in  to  my  limit,
soaking in her brine, scrubbing those fat labia against her
clitoris, her mouth wide open, wide, wide open, her  vagina
clamped, her feet leaving  the  floor,  her  head  whipping
sideways now, just holding myself there, letting her  coast
down a little, now  sliding  quickly  out,  rub  the  latex
against her clit, and her feet lift again.

"Holding now, continuous pleasure, my vessel,  you're  Rose
again, you 're coming gently now, look at my penis,  Rose."
I stand up, her eyes shining as they follow my fingers as I
trace my length, standing now  at  her  side,  swarming  my
palms over her tits, the cock almost touching the nipple, I
bend the shaft up, it hurts it's so tight, but  I  draw  it
back above the nipple, up to my belly, and

*SNAP* it down to bat against the nipple.  Pang!

Here's my own limit, watching her gelatinous flesh  jiggle,
sporting her engorged fruit rubbing against my heat...  off
with the condom!  Snap!  Panggg!  Bend down, suck her other
nipple HARD, and another  Snap-Pang!   this  snap  scatters
little droplets over her flushed chest, my free hand slides
down over the belly, and jiggles that clit again,  and  she
gives a "yeep!", I'm leaking onto her nipple now, no,  it's
not a leak, it's...  it's...  a firm driblet, I  have  just
time to bend over and suck her  clit,  then  I  straighten,
arch my back, push my pelvis forward against her  arm,  and
wriggle the shaft over and over the juicy nipple, with  its
own  sweet  little  hole,  spreading  the  fluid,  groaning
mightily, rubbing and jiggling my cock, as my testes fulfil
their function, and my pleasure centers reward  me  for  my
indulgence.  Smear the fluid onto both  her  nipples,  bend
and suck them in, taste my semen.

I rested my palm over her mount, stood up and pulled her to
her feet, she floated up, pressing her belly against  mine,
her eyelids fluttering against my cheekbone, then  into  my
bed, covering up, stroking her sweat-matted hairs,  closing
my eyes, hearing her sigh and coo, and just remembering  to
have her remain in trance until I rouse her,  then  offered
my own sweet surrender to Morpheus.

Blackness.

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