“Oh, gawd,” Stephanie moans, with her hands on the back of my neck, and our foreheads touching, “I never knew anything could feel like this!” Stephanie presses her lips to mine, in a hungry kiss for a few seconds, when I feel her legs wrap behind
me, and pull me into her even deeper. Once
more I feel that strangling circle engulf my rod, and moan with her at how good she feels.
“Fvcck me, Nick. Fvcck me hard, NOW!” Apparently we
are done with ‘Fraking,’ and now it’s time to ‘Fvcck!’
I pull out until I feel that ring slip loose, and then drive back into her, making us both grunt. She’s so wet and hot inside, it feels like my hotdog is in on oven getting cooked, but it feel so good, I don’t want to stop, even if devil himself comes to tell me its time to go to hell.(ZUBBY’s tone)
I roll us over, and get fully seated inside her
womb again, as I pull her chest to my lips and suck hard on her sensitive nip.ple. Her hips start rocking back and forth with a fervor that will soon have me coming, as it whips my ccck around inside her womb.
I can even feel a steady stream of them
running between my balls and thighs.
Suddenly Stephanie yelps, as her c.unt clamps down harder than ever before on my meat, and I start to c.um with her, shooting my seed deep into her, filling every bit of her veegee.
Stephanie’s still breathing heavily, when she collapses on top of me, her cheek pressed to mine, and it takes me a moment to realize that she actually passed out.
I soon follow her into slumber.
* * *
We’re in my car, driving, the moon already sitting high in
“You don’t have to come with me,” I tell Stephanie.
I’ve tried to talk her out of coming, without trying too hard, and making her suspicious, but it hasn’t worked. “I promise you, that I plan on breaking it
off with Tina.”
“I know,” she tells me calmly, her hand lightly resting on my thigh. “I just want to have a small talk with Tina, too,” she tells me. “I trust you.”
I wonder at that, wondering if she’s playing some game or another, but she’s assured me she’s not.
Calling Tina over the phone to break it off isn’t an option for me. I feel like it’s the chicken Shtt thing
to do, and know that the blonde deserves better than that.
Stephanie insists on coming with me, and
I’m just not up to arguing with her anymore.
“Now, you told me that Tina knows about your ability, but not how you got it, right?” Stephanie
asks me, her tone curious. “And not about the alien?”
“Yeah,” I answer, wondering what Stephanie is
planning on talking to Tina about, “she knows nothing about Vage.”
“Vage, yes. What about her mom?” she asks next.
“To the best of my knowledge, Nancy doesn’t know about any of it,” I tell her.
“You know, you can make her forget all about you,” Stephanie tells me solicitously, and I glare at her. She knows how I feel about using my power like that. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Sheesh, you’d think I asked you to rob a bank of something.”
“Not a bank,” I mumbled, “just someone’s mind and memories.”
“Well, I guess if you put it that way. . .” she says quietly. “But how do you explain what you did to Tina and Nancy, then?”
“I was still learning, and made mistakes,” I tell her defensively. “That’s why I’m so careful about using them in people now.”
“Okay,” my girlfriend finally relents. And then changes tactics. “What about me?” She asks, and I’m thoroughly confused. “Can you tell if I have
the magic gene? Maybe I could magnify your power, so you won’t have to lay with your sister.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” I try to let her down softly. “Everyone seems to react differently to the
gene being activated. In some, nothing happens.
In others, they simply die. Only a few gain
[size=13pt]‘She doesn’t have the gene.’[/size] Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that Vage is watching us at the moment. I decide against telling Stephanie the news.
Stephanie remains silent for the rest of the drive. I can
understand her drive, though. She now sees me as some mythic person, and is trying to find a level ground to stand on.
Stephanie isn’t the type of woman to stand behind a man. She wants to be right next to me.
When I ring the doorbell, Nancy answers the door.
“Oh, Nick! I didn’t expect you. Come in!” She’s cheerful as she greets us. “I’ll go get Tina.”
“That’s okay, mom.” Tina says at the top of the stairs, “I’m here.”
She looks at Steph for a few seconds, her mouth tight, before looking back to
me. “I wasn’t expecting you either, and by the look on your face, I can guess why you brought
Stephanie. . . Or is it Stacy? I can’t tell you two apart,” this last bit’s directed at my girlfriend.
I’m not aware of any look on my face, thinking that I’d kept my features calm, but I guess Tina knows me too well to fool her.