On to pattern three. I again sucked my tongue dry and again touched the flat of my tongue, a quarter inch back from its tip, to her clit. This time I wriggled my tongue from side to side across her bud - rubbing up along each of its tiny sides. Byers's sharp intake of breath signaled a winner. The breathy "Just like that!" exclamation that followed was unnecessary but sexy as hell.
I started a lazy rhythm of half a dozen side-to-side licks followed by a pause to let Byers's pleasure sink in. I still adhered to Sabi's pussy eating commandment.
Lick-lick-lick-lick-lick-lick. Pause. Lick-lick-lick-lick-lick-lick. Pause.
"Mmmm.... Mmmmm..." Byers moaned after a little while, getting more excited. I glanced up over the huge swell of her chest and could see her eyes squeezed shut.
Her one foot slipped from the edge of the table to rest on the arm of the chair I had been sitting in. Her other foot slipped off the table too and I gently brought her leg up and onto my shoulder. Her knee bent over my shoulder and her muscular leg hung loosely down my back.
After a minute, I connected more side-to-side tongue swipes, maybe 8 or 10, before each pause.
"Yeah-huh." Byers squeaked. I watched her tanned, flat stomach roll. The motion shifted her gigantic tits up then back down. I reached up with one arm, the one whose shoulder held her knee up, and laid the warmth of my flat hand across her taut young belly.
I continued my assault on her teenaged clitoris. Every minute or so, I added a few more licks to the sequence. Byers made little mewling sounds.
I reached my free hand up, under my chin and teased the drooling entrance of her vagina with the flat pad of my thumb. I pressed and withdrew just at her opening, feeling her young cunt suction onto my finger.
"Ooooh." Byers moaned as her legs gave a few little involuntary shakes. Her orgasm was on the way.
I cocked the shoulder holding her leg up. It tilted her hips back and her pussy up. Sliding my slickened thumb downwards, I blindly confirmed with a soft brush that it also gave me access to her tight upturned asshole. I pressed my thumb to it. It was slick with her juices and pulsing with her impending orgasm. I gently teased her little nether hole.
Byers registered the lewd contact and drew a sharp breath. "Muuuhh," she moaned and pressed her tiny ass down against my thumb until it just began to slip into the hot tight flesh of her sphincter. She froze for a few seconds, accommodating the intrusion, then rocked her ass back and forth slightly. My thumb tapped just inside her tight bung.
"Yes! Yes!" Byers sat up, gasping, and grabbed the back of my head with both hands. Her taut belly rippled under my palm. Her young face squeezed tightly in concentration. With both hands, she pressed my face to her crotch.
My side-to-side licking became an uninterrupted blur. No more teasing or pausing now. She rocked her hips more savagely. The tip of my thumb fucking into her tight teenage ass. Once. Twice. Three times.
Byers came with an "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" and writhed on the table. Her ass clutched and sucked on my thumb. Her free heel kicked at my back involuntarily as I continued slowly and gently licking her bud through her orgasm to keep her riding high. I gently wiggled my thumb in her tiny butt for the same reason.
We went on like this together until, with a sighed "Wheeeeew," she collapsed back onto the table and released my head. I gently pulled my thumb from her ass and leaned back. I kept my palm on her stomach and circled her belly lazily.
"That... was... amazing!" she gushed. "We are definitely even."
I dropped her leg from my shoulder and stood. "Uh-uh." I disagreed.
"Are you kidding? That was fantastic". She picked up her knees and rolled sideways into a partial fetal position, exposing a round, tanned butt cheek. "I came so hard I'm actually kinda dizzy."
"Yep. But that orgasm was yours. Note mine. You got yourself three quarters of the way there from sucking me off. The way I see it, I only get 25% credit. That's a failing grade." I crawled up on the table and spooned in behind her. I wrapped an arm around her waist. "You going to keep that top on all night?" I asked the back of her neck softly.
"I think I'd like to. Is that weird? You're not obsessed with my boobs and I like that. I mean, you look at them but you don't watch them. You see but don't stare. It's nice."
"You're giving me too much credit. Maybe I'm too busy peeping at your ass."
"An assman huh?" She laughed. "Well, even if that's the reason then I'm enjoying having someone look somewhere else for a change."
"There's plenty of nice things about you to see, girlie. Seriously, aside from my healthy fear of rejection and a hesitation to pick someone up at work, I think I've been a little scared of you. You're young and beautiful. You're bright and a hard worker too. If we can just get you to buckle down at college when you start in the fall..." I tickled her ribs. "...you're going to go far. You're a complete package, Peaches. Your superboobs are just the bow on top."
"A big bow?"
"Yeah, a big, big bow."
"You're already in my pants Hero. You don't have to..."
"Maybe that's why you should believe me. Now, I think it's time for me to finish making good tonight." I slid off the table.
"More?"
"Yes, more. If you're ready, that is."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Depends on how much you trust me. Do you trust me Peaches?"
"That's easy, Hero. I trust you."
"Then scoot that Grade A, barely legal tush over here and bend over this table."
She complied, scooting across the table and bending her delicious ass across the maple surface. Her round, juicy little cheeks were pressed together into a tight cleavage. Below that I could make the mound out her hairless pussy. "Hero, do you have a condom?" she asked softly.
"Nope." I answered, stroking her ass gently.
"I'm not on the pill." she cautioned
"Not what I had in mind." I explained, parting her asscheeks to reveal her miniature sphincter. It blended in smoothly with the paler skin in the cleft of her butt that was covered by whatever skimpy bathing suits she wore.
"Uh, I've never had it back there and you're really, really thick so..."
I reached a hand beneath her ass and into the delectable keyhole space between her thighs. I stroked her clitoris gently with my thumb. "Hush Peaches. Nobody is going to get hurt."
"You're such a goofball. I don't understand what..." I interrupted her again by pressing my face to her ass and lapping gently at her little rosebud with the tip of my tongue. She jerked then relaxed with a sigh, "Uh... Uhhhhhhhhhh.."
I backed out from between her smooth buns. "That OK for you?" I asked. Peaches' earlier reaction to my thumb in her butt had suggested, but did not guarantee, that she might like this sort of attention.
"That's fantastic. I've never... well... I've just never. Keep going." She reached back and ran her fingers through my hair briefly, then made herself comfortable on the table.
I circled her clitoris lazily with my thumb and at the same slow rate I gently circled her crinkled star with my tongue. I wanted this to last for her and for me; I had fantasized about doing this to her. I took my time, circling and circling her sphincter. By minute degrees, I increased the pressure of my tongue against her butthole. It began to loosen under my patient treatment. I continued to swirl my thumb against her clit. When her ring had relaxed a bit more, I began to pause periodically in my circling to press the tip of my tongue to her opening, wedging it just a tiny bit into her tight ass. Each time I did this, Byers's knees quivered a little and she moaned a quiet "Oh!" into the table top. Then I would pull back out and continue my patient circling. I started pausing more frequently and pressing my tongue to her asshole more insistently until more of it slid into her barely expanding hole. Byers's knees shook a bit more with each thrust of my tongue. This continued for several minutes before I swirled my thumb more rapidly around her clitoris and pressed my tongue completely into her rectum and held it there a moment. Still playing her clit, I began to
saw my tongue slowly and deeply in and out of her ass. I was tongue-fucking her butt now and her knees buckled partly in response. I panted through my nose and continued sodomizing her and circling her clitoris.
She pawed at the table top and began a low whining "Haaah haah..." deep in her belly. Her knees partly gave way and I pulled them both backwards into my chest with my free arm, locking them in place. I began curling my tongue every which way inside her now and laving the delicate inner flesh of her rectum with each inward stroke, circling her clitoris all the while. Half a dozen of these deep searching licks later and Byers's knees completely gave out. She shook all over and grunted a deeper, loader "Eeah... Eeah.... ," her asshole snapping shut on my tongue. She came violently and each time her butthole clutched and released my tongue, her cunt dribbled clear girl-cum. I felt it run down my hand and onto the floor.
I barely held it together until she started to wind down from what looked to be the orgasm of her life. I jumped upright and pressed the small of her back down into the table. Behind her I fisted my leaking dick rapidly until I came a moment later; the first shot dribbling onto her ass cheek, the next three arcing onto her yellow silk top in the middle of her back, several more pouring down her ass crack.
I released my pressure on her lower back and we both slid to the floor weakly. She wiggled her way to lie beside me and dropped her head to my chest.
"Oh dear god that was good." I rasped.
"Errr.... shouldn't I be the one saying that?" She asked
"Well, obviously it was good for me too." I gestured down at my shrinking, cum-coated dick.
"Probably not as good as it was for me." she panted. "Holy crap, I've never come so hard. And I've definitely never err... leaked like that before. Did that gross you out?"
"You kidding? That's what pushed me over the edge to come again with you." I beamed.
"You're a dirty old man." she blushed, leaning up for a kiss.
I leaned away for a moment and warned her "Ah, I've just been in your..."
"I know. I was there silly." She leaned further in and kissed me sweetly.
"You're a dirty little girl." I teased when our kiss ended.
"Yup."
In a few minutes we reluctantly got to our feet, got dressed and cleaned the place up as best we could. Then we both fell into fitful sleep, in the master bedroom. I was comfortable, next to Byers. It was pleasant. We both had played our roles, and now we could rest.
FIFTEEN
The droid woke me up.
It was a humanoid model, a little less that six feet tall. It had large round yellow flashlight eyes, and a small rectangle below it for a mouth. It was skinny and covered in exposed wiring. Somehow it seemed to excuse a sense of servitude.
"Greetings." it said. "I am Anth0nCy DaMi3ls, human-cyborg relations."
"Okay." I said.
"Would you like to have relations?" It asked.
"What?"
The droid bent over, and a port opened up in its ass. "I am specialized in male-male pleasure."
Byers woke up, and rubbed her eyes. "Why is that droid bent over?" She asked.
"Stop doing that." I said, and it stood up. "What are you doing here?"
"I was programmed to deliver a message from my master." It said.
"Who?"
"A very unpleasant fellow. He calls himself the Scrivener."
"Hold on." I told it. I got up, and looked in the other room.
My Power Armor was gone. Along with my Gauss rifle, and Byers weapons.
I ran back to the bed. "Wheres my Armor?" I demanded.
"I'm afraid my Master has taken it." The droid said.
"You mean stole it."
"Im afraid so. I tried to interject, but Master shut down my speech functions. I do hope this hasn't inconvenienced you in any way."
"Get dressed." I told Byers. "They took your stuff too."
"And I'm afraid Master has also abducted your companion."
My heart sunk into my gut. I went over and shoved the droid, sending it sprawling.
"My word! No need for violence." It hobbled back to its feet. "How rude."
"It said it had a message." Byers said.
"Yes, thank you." The droids eyes gleamed, and a blue holographic projection appeared. A grizzled face appeared.
"We have your weapons and your man." The projection said. "Follow the droid if you want them back." The projection winked off.
"Shit." Byers said.
"Thats about right." I added.
We followed DaMi3ls. Byers found a shirt and shoes to match the slack, first. I was acutely aware of how vulnerable we were. I had a makeshift club in my hands made of rebar and concrete that would most likely be useless. We went into the sewers, following the droids lead.
Byers talked to it. DaMi3ls was chatty as hell. It turned out that he was an unauthorized replica of an old Lucasfilm object, with a sexual subroutine. A businessman with a fetish had brought him to the hotel, and left him their when the Chimera came and all hell broke loose.
I tried to probe the droid for information on the survivors, but he kept insisting that his files had been shut down. There was nowhere to go from that. At last we came to the prison.
The survivor in front of the prison was profoundly ugly. His face seemed to shrivel up in front of itself. On his forehead a simple fish was tattooed, to curves meeting.
"The faggot droid came back." He remarked.
"I prefer the term 'human-cyborg relations." The droid bristled. "Faggot is a term reserved for homosexual human beings."
"Fits you good then." The survivor eyed me up and down. "In you all go. Scrivener wants to have a little talk."
We were quickly surrounded by men dressed in rags and armed with automatic weapons. They hurried us along the corridors, shoving us one way or another. Finally I was shoved hard in front of a cell and fell to my knees. In front of me was a Bald man with a cross tattooed on his bald head. He glared at me. In his hands he thumped a heavy index finger on a book.
"Where." He asked. "Did you get this?"
I looked at the book. It was the Message/ REMIX from the compartment in my armor.
"It was given to me."
"By who?"
"A man of God." I said.
"String em up now, Scrivener!" One of the survivors leered. "String em up and let the wild Chimera's eat their hearts."
Scrivener waved his hand. "Patience." He said. "Its one of the virtues."
I stepped to my feet.
"It is the Word of God." He continued. "An old translation, but still reasonable. Have you read it?"
"Yes." I said.
The Scrivener smiled. "Then you have blasphemed. Surely, you are aware that all divination must come from the priests?"
"Yeah! Priest like Scrivener!" The crowd howled.
"I am a Priest." I said. I heard a collective hush, and an intake in breath.
Scrivener clapped his hands. "Well, this makes it easy." He said. "Lets have a test." I was dragged out of the room, and a pillowcase was thrown over my head.
When the bag came off I was in a damp cell with Tims.
"Your a fucking idiot, Corporal." He said.
"Yeah." I said. "I guess I am."
"These people are lunatics." He said. "Were in some deep shit."
"I get that."
"You know what you remind me of?"
"No."
"Every FAB Ive been to, theres been a cheap-ass Kindle reading pad loaded with the Longarm book series. You remind me of Longarm."
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Longarm is this wild west cowboy dude that goes around shooting bad guys. Except when he sniffs out some poon. If there's a female around, Longarm stops everything to fuck her."
"That sounds about right."
"Yeah. Except if you do it in real life, in a fucking war zone, you end up where were at. Locked up or dead."
"Its okay." I told him. We'll get out."
Tims shook his head. "You dont
even know whats going to happen."
"So enlighten me." I said. "Whats going to happen."
"This place?" Tims said. "This city? Its infested with Wild Chimera."
"I heard one of them talking about that." I said.
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