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The love and lust of two lovers changed the world…
In 2080 AD, at the end of the 21st Century, after a great and violent shock and reorganization of the human race, all national boundaries and racial prejudices have disappeared, and the earth is left barren. In the moment of artificially created nature, the goal of striving and attempting to create is lost.
The only thing that remains unchanged is lust, which is still growing in the shadows. Thus, a movie disc that synthesizes fantasy and reality brings people back to the most obscure and ancient depths of lust, and in the brilliant vision of technological civilization, the love and greed of a pair of lovers, Will and Jenny, make people rethink about love, lust, and love….
Chapter 1
2080 A.D.
He saw her for the first time in a man’s glowing eyes.
He works at the Zoo, a restaurant that is not open to the public. The rich people in the Joo area, and the jobs there. His name is Caz, and he’s a temporary waiter. He’s waiting on a big, fat, smug man for a drink when he notices that the man’s face changes, his eyes glaze over, his body stiffens, and he focuses his attention behind Kezia.
Caz turned around and he saw her.
When the guests were almost gone and he began to wind down, the woman approached him.
Standing with her mesmerized and amazed him. He felt a shadow of light over her covering him, as if they were the only ones left in the world. She was so sensual that she made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if he had something obviously wrong with him.
“I lost an earring.” She said. He felt dizzy and barely understood what she was saying. Though she wasn’t very articulate and had a longer tail than the others, her pronunciation was heavier. But her heavy voice caused a painful ache in his pubic bone.
“What does it look like?” He asked.
“Like this.”
She wasn’t as tall as Kez, and she lifted her head, smoothing her thick, reddish-brown hair back toward her head to reveal one side of her small, plump, pale ear, on which she wore a diamond earring.
“I’ll tell my boss.” He whispered.
She gently stretched out an arm and walked over to him, taking his arm. She was wearing a pair of long-sleeved black gloves embroidered with lace. He felt this was the best moment of his life. He smiled at her. She had black oval eyes with long lashes that blinked like velvet.
“Do you work here all day?” She asked.
“I’m a college student who only comes to work at night.”
“You work all day and night,” she muttered in a whisper, “it’s good to be young!”
He was probably half her age.
“But it’s tiring.” He confessed.
“Join me in going home to rest and relax.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. He thought maybe he was hallucinating because that’s what his heart wanted her to say. He repeated the words he thought he heard, which sounded slightly offensive to her.
“Rest?”
It sounded rather ambiguous. She smiled flirtatiously at him from his side. “Don’t worry about joining me.”
He took off his uniform and walked out with her. They walked down the sidewalk. Now he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all; he felt both relaxed and powerful. She was quite confident and very mature and sophisticated to begin with, elevating him to the same heights as her, even though he was only eighteen. She took off her long gloves and took him by the arm, rubbing her warm skin against his as she went. She stopped in front of her room and opened the door. As soon as they were inside, he began to kiss her. She tenderly embraced him in her arms, clinging to him, wrapping her arms around him, and slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Perhaps it should be, and indeed it was. This has happened countless times like this; they come to the same place and they meet. Once they meet, the rest of the rest of the world continues to happen. It was a game. His youth and robustness fell into the trap of her intelligence and maturity. Though she was rich and established, and he was poor and destitute, his hands instinctively knew what to do, and he had the kind of nature to close the distance between them.
Her kisses were fervent but slow, carefully savored and experienced. There was no forcing, no greed. Every movement kneaded into one, and that whole was all there was.
He removed her dress and it rustled down to her ankles, she wasn’t wearing any lingerie at all, her fully matured body exposed and naked with intense sexuality. When she was naked she let go of him, then turned around and walked across the living room towards her bedroom, her feet still in her high heels.
He followed her closely, not childish at all, not nervous at all. He was totally attracted to her because she had a delicate and graceful, totally feminine waist, rounded thighs, and wide, firm and very sexy hips between that slender waist and her pubic bone.
There were two soft piles of flesh on both of her ass cheeks with a pair of dimples close together. He stood behind her and pressed his two big fingers into those two dimples, at which point she stopped. He tightened his grip on her hips before he groped her hill-like strands and valley-like ass cleavage. As he began to touch her, she leaned back against him suggestively. Her body odor rushed into his nostrils. Her hair rubbed against his face. The front of her body was a truly bizarre sight as he looked down from above and his crotch between his legs began to burn.
Beneath his chin, her sloping, smooth shoulders were creamy, and the shoulder bones inside felt as slender and beautiful as a horse’s bones. The flesh there jiggled, following a downward trend all the way to the tops of her breasts.
Yes, both her breasts looked like two parallel volcanoes from above, two nipples as pink as craters. He could almost feel the heat they gave off from those cunning, fiery nipples, and his mouth burned and died with them in it.
Beneath her breasts was a godforsaken shadow hidden by her ripe, full breasts. But he could see the white, rounded belly above the wide canyon between her legs. Her bellybutton was like a black jewel, guiding his gaze to the underside of that white belly.
A graceful curve extended to her smooth, wild, curly pubic hair, as cunning and hot as a nipple. He couldn’t see her legs, her feet, or the floor. He couldn’t see anything but the raised, cunning mound beneath her.
His hands slid over her hips, making her feel close to him already. And he himself seemed to feel that she was as much a part of him as his fingers. And now his fingers had landed in the center of the upper part of her legs.
He felt her warm, bouncy hair rubbing against his face all over again. She leaned against him and moved gently, spreading her legs apart.
His fingers kept moving between her legs. He felt the coldness of her round thighs and the wet heat between them. He leaned his head on her shoulder and kissed her neck. His lips could feel the throbbing of her neck, and she closed her eyes and began to let his fingers come to know her, to know her.
It was as if an animal was writhing between her legs. The pussy under his fingers became wet and warm. He felt it twitching. He started fingering her lovely wet pussy.
Her pussy rumbled and quivered under the touch of his fingers. Like a writhing labyrinth confusing his fingers, teasing them. Then luring them closer, into, through that mystery, to the center of that maze. His body tensed, leaning into hers as he kissed the throbbing pulse of her neck while his fingers were kissed and welcomed into her.
He dropped to his knees and kissed the dimple in her ass. Then pressed his lids firmly into her groin again, and he thrust his fingers deeper inside her.
The hot, wet cunt surrounded his fingers, tantalizing him, making him shudder violently. The muscles inside her cunt contracted and spasmed as if they were alive, pulling his fingers in and playing with them, laughing and teasing.
He buried his face deeper into her groin and breathed in her scent. How warm and fresh it felt as he inhaled her body odor deep into his lungs. Her pussy twitched. At that moment he opened his mouth in her groin again, and she tensed her hips to press her lids against his, playing his tongue with her groin. His tongue twisted, tasting her body odor, licking her ass.
She bent forward.
Her thighs clamped around his waist, her pussy lips fully parted while her vaginal opening opened happily, wetly, licking his fingers. He dipped his head down and kissed that tricky little hole furiously, and felt it pucker and kiss him back. He moved his face down a little and pushed his nose into her cunt, his mouth all wet.
He put his mouth to her cunt mouth again, his long, hairy pussy rubbing against his face, needing him, begging him to go deeper.
He moaned as he kissed the glistening, tender flesh of her pussy. He reached forward blindly with another free hand and kept rubbing her pointed clitoris with his palm again and again, rubbing the tender flesh on that side that was seldom touched, making them even more sensitive and tense in the man’s hands.
He kissed her cunt, sticking his tongue inside, and her cunt responded by sucking on it, just kissing sweetly, moaning with pleasure, calling out for him to go deeper, all the while rubbing her pubic hair against him.
By now her pussy was completely wet, and not just on the outside. It was sticky and thick, like a watermelon brew. These fluids saturated his life, his soul, his manly hunger, making him as moist and comfortable as the woman. It was as if he had become the water of the life-giving source of the ocean in which he had taken shape and was now returning to its warm source, strong, beautiful and primal.
His tongue licked her clit until its root began to harden as well. She squirmed, letting his tongue know how much they enjoyed being licked like this. He continued to savor the salty taste of the ocean depths inside her. His hands pinched both of her nipples again and rubbed downward on the ripe, full breasts that were like pillows encased in thin skin, soft and beginning to swell with arousal. He could feel the skin on her rough, uneven nipples rubbing against his palm as he rubbed them.
She moved and stood up straight, disengaging herself from his hands while her pussy left his tongue. She turned her body to face him.
“Go to the bedroom.” She said. There was a slight hesitation in her voice, but it was elegant.
Her bedroom was dark and blurry, like an old diffused movie, only she could clearly identify it, see it, he could only see her bed.
It was a lamp bed and she lay down on it.
The room was warm and the bed was uncovered. As she laid her body down, the translucent sheets underneath her quivered, and the entire bed undulated and shook. Her body rose and fell gracefully as the bed undulated, making every part of her body stand out perfectly.
When everything was ready, she turned on the light in the bed.
The lamp in the bed glowed with a soft light.
The light shone on her body, and since it was backlit, her nakedness was like a negative, emitting a quiet, dark light, and her body seemed to float in the light, like a filament, as she lifted a hand to greet him as he passed.
He slowly undressed. He stood there naked for a moment, letting his white, lean body face her in the darkness. There was a primal hunger in his body. He was still a late-maturing man, his promise unfulfilled, his shoulders not very broad and muscular, lean and thin, his pubic hair as disheveled as a ball of cotton.
But he was handsome and a little bit manly, and his body, though not very mature, had that part of his body that was fully confident of her fulfillment.
She pulled him down to lie down and they intertwined like a speck of dust in the Milky Way.
She happily felt him carefully all over. “I was thinking you look like something.” She told him with a smile.
“What do I look like?”
“You’re strong, sturdy, with little fat, not bloated at all, but you’re not like a cold piece of iron either. You have a woody, hard yet warm texture, bendable as well, and your body draws me to touch it.”
She meanwhile acted on what she said.
“But that’s not all, your skin is soft and fine, you’re soft and hard at the same time, like wood wrapped in velvet.”
“That sounds cozy.”
“I have you now. You are an antler, an antler, my sweet love.”
“I haven’t made love to you yet.”
“Yes,” she said, “is not yet.”
She stroked his heated skin all over his body, then ran her hand toward her groin, grabbed his cock, and stroked it.
“Oh.” He cried out softly in pleasure. At the same time she grabbed his cock, his hands grabbed one of the volcano like breasts hanging from her body in front of him, rubbing the large baggy plump breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth and beginning to suck on it, clamping his lips around it.
That soft skin was like a sheet of paper in his mouth, and as he licked and sucked her, his cock in her hand began to stiffen and harden. Her nipple met his tongue as if it were going to melt in his mouth. He sucked on it, feeling it change, begin to harden and grow larger. His cock was changing under her touch as well, getting bigger, harder, more elastic.
His cock began to feel a painful ache that was going to rise and split.
“Well?”
“I really want you.” He said as her hand was now gripping his cock tightly, applying constant pressure as he restrained himself, trying to keep from moaning.
“Come on then.” She said as he rolled over and climbed on top of her, his mouth right on hers and began to kiss each other. At the same time his solid body pressed against her soft body, rubbing it gently as she spread her legs under his body, and he immediately comprehended that by reaching down with one hand, and kept thrusting his fingers back and forth into her cunt until his fingers were completely wet, and only then did he begin to turn slightly to the side, and slowly insert his soon-to-be-holding-in-cock into her cunt.
He gasped as her cunt tightened around and squeezed his cock, sucking it all the way to the glans. He pushed hard to get his cock fully in, but felt it wasn’t quite at the end, her cunt was like a bottomless pit. As his cock slowly pulled out, her cunt turned up some tender red flesh like the tiles in that ebbing tide. He plunged in deeply again, paused quietly for a few seconds, pulled out again slowly, and then plunged joyfully deep again. All the while he felt her catering to him, her hips rising and falling with his thrusts.
He was about to cum. He was completely aroused. He thrust again and again, moving faster and faster, seemingly deeper, slicker, and more comfortable than ever. It was like his pubic bone was on fire. It was as if a typhoon was rising up inside him, swirling around a shaft faster and faster, more and more violently, as if it would never stop. When it reached his cock, it was like a fire that began to explode outward, and he lay moaning and gasping with excitement on her soft body.
The vaginal walls around his cock contracted and spasmed. He felt her cunt quiver and suck in the last drops of his cum. Then his body loosened completely and she softened her back and dropped to the bed where she let him rest on her body for a moment before pushing him off. He lay softly on his side beside her, kissing her neck as his cock slipped out of her cunt and lay limply at the base of her thighs. From inside her cunt flowed some bright, lustrous, translucent, sticky fluid, the secretions of a woman’s orgasm. His cock was still in the darkness of her body, the two of them snuggled together in the light of that lamp bed.
He kissed her for a moment, then sat up and began to caress her wonderful body, experiencing and exploring every magical piece of her body in detail. He had made love to two girls in college before this, but it didn’t feel comfortable or satisfying at all. Those two girls were students like him, they were too skinny and bony, and they just greedily sucked his cum.
This woman sat up as well, lifting her large pair of breasts to him, offering him her nipples and the tender flesh that looked like pillows under those nipples, rubbing her cleavage gently against his face, placing her nipples in his ears a moment later, and then placing his still, limp penis in his navel, gently touching him with her belly as his penis slowly began to come to life again. So the woman lay down on her back, lifted her legs and bent her knees, spreading them apart, and he was now able to develop her pussy again with his eyes, with his fingers, with his palms, with his cock, with his belly, and with the tip of his tongue, and it was truly a mysterious treasure.
Yeah, tongue.
He put his mouth to her tiny sensitive clit, playing with it, licking it, causing it to begin to harden and swell again. Then he licked her labia minora with the tip of his tongue again, and then outward, licking the two large, plump labia, which shuddered involuntarily every time the tip of his tongue swept over them. His tongue just kept licking, finally his tongue was about to develop the inside of her vagina, his tongue first stirred twice at the vaginal opening, at this point her vaginal opening was completely open and a little liquid was oozing out, his tongue couldn’t control it any longer and started exploring inside. But it was as if he felt as if the tip of his tongue was being sucked in by the walls of her vagina, which clung to the tip of his tongue, pulling and squeezing it. His tongue tasted a salty, sexually charged flavor in her vagina.
He sucked her hard and felt the cunt beneath his lips quivering as if alive, kissing him back. He kissed eagerly and her cunt kissed eagerly back. He kissed frankly. Sticking his tongue into her cunt one at a time. Her cunt quivered and opened like a black rose, welcoming him in. Her hands stroked his body. He felt his cock swelling, puffing up, becoming hard again. Her hands held his balls and gently rubbed them, warming them up again. He lifted his hips and pressed them against hers, thrusting his hard cock into her fully lubricated cunt.
This time as his cock began to thrust, he began to savor every moment and every second. Slowly experiencing the pleasant sensation of his penis in a wet, lubricated cunt that felt like a glove. The walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock, tugging at it, giving it warmth, making it comfortable. It was so ripe and soothing to return the eroticism of her cunt to him, to share it with his cock.
It was as if he had been riding her for a million years, just slowly undulating on top of her for long periods of time, his cock thrusting back and forth, in and out of her vagina, very busy. All of his worries, pain, and confusion disappeared into the cock that was making love to her. He was now completely free of pain, disappointment, and she was getting restless again, and he forgot his worries as he rode her triumphantly, a wave of pleasure making him know that his cock had satisfied her sexual desires. God also knew that he could satisfy a woman.
Her body began to writhe beneath him, moaning softly as his cock pumped into her, her arousal set off by the white light in the bed like thousands, tens of thousands, of red wires, spreading out and scattering across the bed. Her pussy was beginning to lose control, trembling as the cock was fully inserted, begging for his cock to loosen, to pull out, to achieve fulfillment, pleading with him to finish. He had sensed that she was beginning to climax, beginning to go wild. The look on her face was one of lustful excitement. Suddenly he felt a blinding, dizzying heat build around his cock as her cunt contracted and a gush of womanly cunt juice erupted from its depths. He became aroused as well, thrusting even faster and shooting a stream of cum at the same time. She gasped loudly, completely mesmerized by his cleverness and control.
He lay on his back on the glowing bed, filled with arousal. He couldn’t help but fall asleep for a while, and when he awoke, he found his cock in her mouth.
He had his arms open and Tan at his side. He lay flat on his back as the woman leaned over him, sucking on his cock. He felt her soft hair brushing against his thighs and buttocks. From time to time he could feel her face and forehead rubbing against the small of his back as she did this. Her chin rested against his balls and his cock began to swell in her mouth, rubbing against her teeth. Her tongue kept stirring his cock, sucking it deep into her mouth, and it was like a tree, an oak tree with branches and leaves. It was spring and early summer in her mouth, and his cock was growing in her spring with moist new branches and leaves.
He thought his cock was about to split and explode. His hips began to twist up and down without stopping. The foreskin on his cock was pulled back, exposing the tender, blood-filled flesh beneath. Her teeth scraped gently against that tender flesh, causing his cock to swell even more, to swell so much that it had to explode. Her mouth nipped at his hard cock, sucking deeply and quickly. All the while her hair kept sweeping over his hips, waist, stomach and thighs. He shuddered violently up and down, slapping her lids with his belly and balls and shooting his cum into her mouth. He felt her practically devouring his cock as he cock filled her mouth completely, and he squirmed and calmed down.
He lay, eyes wide open, looking into her eyes and face, the bed flooded with a pale white light that made his body glow softly white around the edges as she smiled lewdly and bent to kiss him.
He opened his mouth too, and they kept kissing, lips glued to lips, tongue wrapped around tongue, saliva stirring as they devoured each other.
He moved his mouth, “Please tell me your name.” He gasped, “I don’t know your name yet.”
“My name? Name…”
A red square in the upper right of his field of vision flickered silently and incessantly, and the room seemed to shudder and darken as the pressure of her tightening on him began to diminish and disappear. He screamed and groaned as the room disappeared like a puff of soot. He lifted his head and leaned back in his chair, feeling tears streaming down his face as that projection room went completely dark, the red square still remaining at the top right of the screen.
He had watched his VR disk in a public screening room, which he had put in a video player after paying the rent, and had watched it intently, alone, now that it was finally over.
There was no woman here at all, and this VR disk was different from the ordinary ones he was familiar with, it was like a real scene. He was as pained and shocked as if he had lost a loved one, it was unbelievable.
All of them college students like to watch this kind of VR movie. He’s seen them a couple of times too. But those are very common sex videos, and everyone knows that whether you force yourself to feel, or naturally feel the excitement, you are just in a very happy illusion, a total fantasy world. It’s like you’re experiencing it yourself as you concentrate on watching it. That’s just part of what makes you happy. All human activity is masked except for the darkness, and you can find sweet romance, heart-stopping adventure, thrilling fear, and that seductive sexuality in it. But you always knew it wasn’t real, that it couldn’t happen in real life. But this movie disk is so special.
Completely confused, Caz shakily removed the disk, his body having been shocked by the two worlds of illusion and reality. The experience had been too overwhelming, too real, totally immersive, the sort of thing that would make any eighteen year old’s blood boil and make it hard to contain himself. The seduction of a passionate, experienced, older woman was a little out of place, not quite reasonable, but not impossible. It was all completely confusing to him, and the disorientation was almost too much to bear. Yet he had that movie disk, and he could feel the experience again and again.
He stood up, wrapped his coat tightly around him, and trudged out of that screening room into the wet, cold, windy darkness of the night. He didn’t even know her name, he was so disappointed, and then he thought that she probably didn’t have a name at all, that she was just a character in the imagination of the programmers of this DVD, completely unreal, and that this unreal world of women made him happy.
In retrospect, there was a trail of clues from the world of the video disc, whether he was working as a waiter in a restaurant, or walking on the sidewalk, or making love in her apartment, each episode is a little more blurry. The video disk made those experiences flow over reality. It was almost coherent, without a single block or obstacle. For example, he doesn’t even remember if his boss fired him or just told him to leave. He just decided to follow the woman. Nor could he possibly remember if he had run into anyone else on the way to her apartment. A world in a movie theater is a world detached from the real world, just acting alone. Maybe not, it’s just a matter of intensity of feeling or quality of feeling. The experience in the disk was too real, as real as the disk was being held in his hands.
He strides down the quiet street where the cold wind is blowing, and he hunkers down as he makes his way through the business district. Being too poor to afford a taxi, he had to walk. He passed through the residential neighborhood again, where the windows of the houses showed dim light. Finally he crossed the long, tree-lined road and reached the campus on the hill.
It was ridiculous. He had never been to the district where the “zoo” restaurant was located, where the rich people lived, which had been described in a television program, but he had never been there. He couldn’t have gone in unless someone there had invited him and taken him in, or unless he worked there. Deep in the woods there were rows of apartments where rich people lived, next to sidewalks that led to public places. No one could cross the woods where the fields and animals grew naturally. It was said that the houses and sidewalks were surrounded by walls of glass, so that one could see the mingling of the animals, the tigers walking at ease, the monkeys playing in the trees, the horses neighing happily, all intertwined to make a beautiful picture, and it was indeed like a zoo.
That’s what they all said, and for those who lived outside the Juju, it must have been romantic to go in there. Caz really wondered if his movie disk’s depiction of the place was really that accurate. He climbed that little hill, feeling tired and hungry. He had to have something hot to eat when he got inside. If there was nothing else to eat, there was always “Slagi”. Not everything is suitable for a poor student like him, but there is always a shortage of cheap and coarse food, and all kinds of Slagi are cheap; it is not very tasty, but it is a compressed, nutritious food, which will make you strong and healthy. You can live on them if your dull and impoverished life prevents you from eating any other delicacies. This food is sold whole, and a penny will buy you several pounds, so that you will never be hungry. If you can’t afford it, you can go to the shopkeeper and take a few bites without having to pay for them. But high intelligence accompanied by poverty always produces crime, always.
Finally Kez walked into his quarters, eight feet long and six feet wide, with only his bed and desk in the room, this was his lair. He took off his coat and sat down looking at the VR movie disk in his hand.
The jacket on that movie disk must have been used for a long time and been touched many times. Which was odd, because it should have had a distribution license on it, as commonplace as that was. He had bought it at a thrift store in the afternoon, and it had been tossed aside like a piece of junk by the owner. Caz had gone to the thrift store looking for a used copy because he needed a tape recorder to record his school’s science class, and the VR disk had been in between those broken recorders, and the shopkeeper seemed to have forgotten about it a long time ago. Caz casually asked the store owner, who told him he could take it.
Now Kezia didn’t know what to do, he had come to realize that that experience had disturbed him so badly mentally and physically that he simply didn’t know what to do anymore. That experience was too intense for him, not just its substance or content were not. If it had been a real experience, he would have accepted it happily and would have adapted to it quickly. But that experience just happened in his mind, as if everything had gone wrong. True, the experience was nasty and kinky. But he had watched sex movies before and had gotten a lot of pleasure from them. But this experience was so intense and unusual. It hit him deeply and he felt insulted. The programmer who had made this VR DVD had turned into a navigator. The whole damn thing had been so successful, so exciting, and the privacy of Kez’s innermost being had been violated and completely exposed.
What should he do? He was studying at this college and wanted to be a scientist, so he should be able to handle this problem reasonably well. He thought hard, and finally he came up with his first option, which was to find the person who designed and made the damn movie disk. And figure out how things in real life moved forward under the controlled guidance of a computer. That was something he needed to figure out.
He thought that in computer class he would argue with those being questioned, or even with the professor who taught that computer class. But his question was forced and unreasonable. In order to explain his question clearly, he had to emphasize how to take that real-life experience seriously. Because it was a sexually explicit movie disk, it did seem a little hard to tell. The question would make him sound like a bigot, as if he didn’t know what intercourse was really all about, as if he didn’t know the difference between distinguishing reality and fantasy, and he’d be laughed at and sarcastically trolled.
He found a strange object from his coat pocket. He took it out and it was a black dress-like weave that felt soft, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a glove, which was so strange.
It was a black, lacey, women’s long-sleeved glove.
Kezia took the glove and began to mechanically run his hand over and over it, pulling it gently away again with his fingers, a faint scent emanating from the warm fibers, and the experience in that movie disk came back to him, and he wriggled on the bed, his cock tight and hard and erect, thirsting for the unnamed woman, and after a while he pressed down the strong sexual impulses and tried to think about this strange thing.
The glove, no doubt hers, he must have rolled it up and put it in his coat pocket and brought it back. There was no woman there at all, just the VR disk. He wouldn’t have been caught so easily. There were no gloves there at all either. Thinking carefully about the process, it seemed reasonable, but then again the glove was indeed there.
Caz knew he was going to sleep whenever a problem bothered him.
After that kind of environment, that strenuous nightlife, he was surprised to be able to sleep so well, and… No, there was no nightlife at all, the woman didn’t even exist. Mind you Caz can stand up and verify that with his testicles. Because it seemed that any could feel the change after they made love. It did seem paradoxical that his testicles felt light, and empty, and his penis hung there strong and flaccid from the workout. But it seemed to solve the problem of that glove.
He had found the glove before that and put it in his coat pocket, forgetting that he had picked it up a long time ago, but in his subconscious the glove still existed and that VR video disk used the glove as a prop, intertwining it with the unreal world that was offered to its user. It must be an interactive videodisc that takes the mindsets directly from his mind and reassembles them to present them back to the human mind.
So that’s how it is, and this contains nothing unreasonable about it; the experience in that movie disk is the terrible real world. When he had the strong urge, he wanted to play the disk again. There is no doubt that he will experience every second and every movement more clearly, because he has already experienced it once, and therefore he is mentally prepared for it. The disk will not confuse him a second time, that’s for sure.
Ferma, the cleaning lady in this college, knows all about what’s wrong and what’s right. She is especially knowledgeable about the things that are not right. Ferma knew that her husband’s alcoholism, illegal drug use, betting on horses, and indulging in lustful pleasures were all wrong. Of this last thing in particular, Feyma was sure, and this sense of rightness came from her own personal experience.
Feyma had been doing this lowly work in this academy from a very early age. In a world that is said to be thousands of years old, Fermat has suffered from pain all her life. She lives on the lowest rungs of this radiant edifice, and there is no sexual pleasure there either, none whatsoever. At the same time, she must earn a living.
Ferma was familiar with the lives of all dirty, messy college students, and her profession made her well acquainted with them, their privacy, sometimes to the point of examining the suspicious level of stains on their bedspreads. When Kez was in class, she walked into his room. Rummaging through the mess on his desk. Suddenly she found the VR movie disk. It had a green triangle logo on the corner of the jacket. She knew what the sign meant, it was obviously a sex movie disk. She struggled to make out the words on there, wondering if this movie disk was one of the versions she had spent so long searching for. She wanted to familiarize herself with them so that she could hate them and attack them on the basis of reason, of understanding, and not in mere ignorance. But the jacket was tattered, and the printed words were worn off, and the ones that weren’t were not at all legible, and Fermat thought very briefly about it before putting the disk in the pocket of her overalls. She would force herself to watch that kind of DVD so that she could better understand the ways of those evils, and so that she could properly defend herself, and more deeply realize how sinful the world she lived in was.
When her work was done, she went to the university’s recreation center and rented a screening room, where she pretentiously walked in and closed the door, shutting out the loud noises of the young men drinking heavily and the indulgent banter between men and women. She felt a rush of excitement that she was about to get a dose of the latest sin, to goad her into gnashing her teeth in hatred. Meaning the sin of intercourse, of course, unless this was a movie disk about homosexuality. It’s a damn shame that some people claim that intercourse is a form of entertainment, and they also think it’s a valuable form of entertainment because having sex helps you to fully develop the unpopular subject of human nature. They also think that sex helps you understand the opposite sex better. Fermat had in fact fully understood anything about the opposite sex, she was only prepared to suffer for a legitimate purpose, sometimes even using a woman to stimulate the level of her libido. She put the disk in the video player and pressed the button.
She went first to table thirty-four and stood there, note pad in hand, waiting for the guest to order. She noticed that the guest was fat, with some strange pockmarks on his skin, and his face was oily and shiny. Her eyes stopped at his shorts and she saw a large bulge in his tight shorts between his legs, he must have a large penis. She was turned on by the sight of this because she liked men who were tall and strong, men who were very confident, who had a capital, who had their own way of doing things, and Fermat thought that these men were the strongest sex potion in the damned world, and she needed them.
“What’s there to eat, baby?” He asked.
Fermat smiled lewdly and lifted her ample breasts. She was wearing a corset with some red and black ribbons on the back, made of satin, which emphasized her hard, bulging breasts, which looked as if they were about to pop out of the corset. She shifted her upper body in front of his lids and saw him looking at her greedily, a lecherous grin on his face. Then she moved her pelvis again so that he could notice her bulging pussy under her glistening tight skirt, and she stuck out her round tongue and licked her sensuous lipstick-covered lips.
“The filet was good today, dear.”
“I saw the swordfish.” His hand trembled slightly as he stroked her bare leg, her skin, his palm wet, and she felt his arousal leaking out of her.
She leaned down to him and he could see her deep cleavage. “Any setting for fried yellowtail?” She said while pointing to the dish on the menu while his hand had slid to her inner thigh.
“You think it’s delicious?”
“It is delicious.” Ferma said as she ran her tongue over her lips again, her legs slightly parted as she tilted her chin up and smiled at him again in order to let him know that she was encouraging him to continue.
“Hey,” the fat, pockmarked man said to his partner, an elegant light-skinned woman, “she says this fried yellowtail is delicious.”
“Yes.” She replied, and she was looking at Fermat, who gave her a sly look in return. The man’s hand began to reach all the way up to her strong, rounded upper inner thighs again and she felt him stroking her pubic hair, it was an amazing feeling, she didn’t know him and hadn’t seen him before, but she knew all she wanted to know about men like this. As his hand touched her pubic hair like a knife, she wanted him to continue, to go deeper, to turn her on all over, from the inside out. His mate, the light-skinned woman could see his hand disappearing under her skirt and saw Fermat getting even more aroused as well.
“What if we don’t like what that fried yellowtail is?”
“The locust salad is good too.” His hands were now inside the cleft on either side of her clitoris, touching and feeling the wet part there, and then playing with her labia minora, Fermat had a very special labia, very long and very thin, which made her clitoris hang down nicely below her pussy. She felt the man keep stroking these two labia minora of hers, rubbing them, and then squeezing her clit tightly with his short, thick fingers.
Then it was gently rubbed and gently pulled outward again.
“Do you like locusts?” The man asked the woman.
“I already ate yesterday, would you like some spicy harzi?”
The man reached into her cunt again with his big thumb and kept pressing in, a look of pleasure on Fermat’s face. “Sorry.” She replied, “The chef said there was no fresh harzi today.”
“So what is this?” The woman asked. The man let go of Ferma’s sex and Ferma walked around the table and came between the two of them, she leaned down and looked at the menu in the woman’s hand, trying to figure out what dish she was referring to. As she did so, the man reached out with his other hand and inserted a finger directly into her vagina between her two labia minora. The woman smiled lewdly, stroking Fermat’s upper body with her cold fingers and she realized at that moment that the man’s hand was tickling Fermat’s pussy, which Fermat was causing to move her pussy around. to increase the pleasure.
The man and the woman lifted Fermat’s skirt with their hands and busied themselves with her lower body while Fermat was waiting for them to order. Finally, she proudly crossed the room to the other customers, letting them understand that she could make them both feel good.
She works in an openly pornographic bar where she has to make a living, a girl has to make a living. But Feyma admits she loves the work. She made her money by allowing customers to run their hands over her private parts while they considered what dish they wanted. But from time to time it was only for a moment. Indeed, if they stroked for longer, Ferma felt proud because it meant she was doing a good job, that she was good at what she did, and that she could keep her job and not get fired by her boss. She wanted the owner of this porn bar, Mr. Jackman, to know how much she loved her job, to know that she put her whole being into it. But one of the only downsides to doing this job is that it makes her constantly sexually aroused like hell.
When the job was over she went into the washroom and took off her dress and hung it in the mail locker, after a while she lifted herself up again and pulled her tights all the way down to just below her hips, stroking her bottom, and then what she had hoped would happen happened.
Mr. Jackman, her boss, stuck his head in the door and saw her alone inside.
“May I come in? Fermat.” He asked.
“Sure thing boss, did I do a good job tonight?” She asked with concern.
He walked in slowly and came all the way to her. He was one of those big men she liked, and good looking too, he had a square angular jaw with a shallow notch in it, and his hair was brown and combed back from his forehead. As if suddenly remembering that she was still half-naked, Fermat’s eyes looked sheepishly at the ground.
“Can I get dressed? Mr. Jackman.”
“Not at all, baby, we’re all adults here.”
At that moment she slowly raised her gaze and looked into his eyes, and their eyes met. Then he slowly moved his gaze downward, examining her hot, full, jutting breasts, her beautifully slender waist, and her full, sensual hips. Her belly was covered with thick, fine pubic hair, while her strong thighs radiated intense lust. Fermat stood motionless, letting his eyes take in her body. Slowly, she slid her fingers down to the satin corset that hung over her hips, removed it, and dropped it to the floor, her fingers still sliding slowly downward. She gently pulled her labia majora to either side, then with another finger she flipped her labia minora open to reveal her red clit, and the wet opening of her cunt. In this way her pussy was as much on display as possible, as if she were going to let something big get in there without any obstacles, and Jackman watched with great interest, admiring that masterpiece of God.
A drop of womanly secretion, dripping from her open vaginal opening and landing on the lavatory floor, indicated that she had entered a state of intense arousal.
“Is there anything I can do for you? Mr. Jackman?” She said lewdly, “You know I love working here, you’re a great boss to work for, and girls love guys like you.”
“Fermat, my dear, why don’t you come to my office and we can talk about the organization of work, can’t we?”
“I’d love to, Mr. Jackman, and I’d better put on my dress, unless you prefer me to wear my own clothes instead of overalls.”
“I don’t think your dress is bad, Fermat, you know what I mean?”
“Yes, I’ll be at your place immediately.”
Before she left, Ferma rinsed her bottom off with water, she wanted Mr. Jackman to be able to appreciate what he was about to get because she was a very ambitious girl and she wanted to be promoted. She instinctively felt happy that Mr. Jackman was going to be helpful in her life, and even though what kind of life was currently hard to determine, she didn’t care about that at all, she could only think about the present.
In Mr. Jackman’s office, she felt an indescribable nervousness. She’d already done something for him, and now she didn’t want to over-enthusiastize; later those things would happen, she was sure of it.
“Now, Fermat,” he said a little excitedly, “why don’t you come over and sit on my lap?”
She stepped forward and sat down on his lap in mock shyness as she smelled the wild scent of manhood on him. She felt a slight arousal throughout her body as his hands ran up her thighs. His fingers slid up to the base of his thighs while she smoothed her skirt upwards so that she could spread her knees so that he could better, and more easily, explore that hidden part of her. Then she put her arms around his neck again and slowly pulled his head toward her breasts.
He freed one hand to unbutton the top button of her blouse, then the second, and she felt the hot breath he exhaled on her cold skin, causing her to go all. Suddenly a plump, cone-shaped nipple popped out and vibrated, the dark, aroused nipple seemingly happy to be free of its clothes. Fermat raised one hand, lifted the huge breast, and shoved the nipple in Jackman’s mouth. She felt him begin to suck on it while his fingers were still groping between her thighs. Her hips could feel something swelling and bulging between his thighs.
He is the real man.
She let go of his neck and began unbuttoning the rest of her blouse until both of her beautiful, full breasts were completely bare in front of him. He kissed them and rubbed his nose against them. At the same time his fingers parted her pussy lips and slid inside her tight cunt. Fermat felt the muscles inside her cunt throb and contract with excitement, tightening around his finger, and she wondered if he could feel her sexual urges.
“I’m going to take my dress off.” She moaned loudly, pleading with him. Indeed, they were mostly dressed. She was at the same time eagerly seeking his bare, broad chest so she could rub it and bump it against the soft flesh of her breasts. He stood and held her up so that she could quickly remove the short skirt that clung to her body and let the untucked blouse fall down so that Mr. Jackman could take great pleasure in every part of her body.
He was indeed excited. She spread her legs while he pumped his fingers deep inside her already completely soaked cunt, faster and faster. She could no longer stand, and threw her arms around his neck, kissed him, moaned with pleasure, and began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his head.
She unzipped his pants while pressing her lids to his chest and rubbing them together over and over, a fascinating and aroused look on her face as she became completely intoxicated, her fine hair falling over the firm muscles of his chest. She kissed him and licked his manly little nipples with the tip of her tongue while her hands ran up to his crotch, and finally she triumphantly took hold of his swollen treasure and pulled it out.
He had a very nice cock, big and thick, just like the man’s body, hard, erect and manly and wild. Ferma knelt down almost reverently and took the glans on his cock into her mouth, slowly closing her fiery lips and beginning to suck slowly, the rest of her body struggling to remain calm as she began to suck him off so that she could skillfully apply her extensive technique so that he could be greatly pleasured.
She sucked on his cock with great gusto, swallowing in and out, stirring and nibbling, and Mr. Jackman was so aroused that he kept grunting in praise. Her hand stroked his firm cock, and her balls began to swell underneath. Her other hand was on the front of his thigh, and she kept sucking and licking his cock, tasting and experiencing the intense wildness emanating from it. She felt his thighs begin to tremble and knew he was close to orgasm, so she sucked harder, increasing the pressure as he began to shake, pumping his cock back and forth, his body shaking violently. His balls and penis were also bouncing involuntarily in her hand, and he began to cum, shooting his semen into her mouth and onto her lids. She threw her head back in pleasure, letting the cum flow all over her face, and at the same time feeling her mouth already filled with cum, she swallowed, she was enjoying this and felt honored.
When it was over, he handed her a towel to wipe the cum off her face, and she wondered if he wanted her to stay on and do more demandingly. Requesting him to pump her cunt with his cock would have made her shy, but she longed to be able to do so, and she lustfully imagined his big, tall cock pounding and thrusting inside her cunt until her cunt was completely full.
He was a lovely tall naked real man, as fit as an ox with shoulders full of well-developed muscles and his hair cascading over them. His waist was thin and strong, with no hint of excess fat. Firm hips supported his torso and belly, and to add to her spellbinding beauty, he had a firm and very nice ass. To her, God, he had a very enticing ass, an ass that could seduce any woman, make a woman want to stick something in his tight groin, his ass was very challenging, and it evoked lustful fantasies that made her smile hopefully and lustfully.
At the same time, he’s her boss.
“Come here.” He said, leading her into another room. She suppressed her gasp of excitement. Still wearing her black high heels, which she had never taken off, she stepped into the inner room of the office and when she saw what she saw inside, it almost made her go limp with excitement.
It was a very cozy room with all kinds of kinky devices to assist in sex, which of course made the sex more varied and interesting.
“Get over here.” He said commandingly and she noticed his breathing quicken.
He led her to a shelf, “Lie down on it.” He said again in a commanding tone, a look of determination in his eyes that made her irresistible. She climbed onto that wooden rack and lay down. He spread her arms and legs completely apart so that her body was shaped like a starfish. Then he fastened her wrists and ankles firmly and flatly with ring buckles so that her hands and feet could not move at all.
She kind of didn’t want that.
He began to stroke and rub her fully unfolded body. He started by placing his hands on her breasts, pushing them to the sides, rubbing them, squeezing the nipples on there with his fingers, then he ran his hands over the small of her back again, and pressed his face against it again, kissing it as he slowly moved down, finally stopping with his face against her pussy, and started kissing and sucking on it. He moved his fingers to her pussy as well and began to insert them into her cunt, which turned her on even more and tightened her body. He propped her vaginal opening open with his fingers and probed deeper into her cunt, all the way to the deepest level, causing him to look deeper into her, as if there was a powerful energy in his vision. An even stronger surge of arousal was felt as a result of his control. She looked up to see what he would continue to do.
In front of his naked body, his cock had swollen and hardened again. He now took a large, shapely object in his hand between her legs and slowly inserted it into her cunt. She felt a cold, thick physical object slowly invade. When it was fully in, he began to slowly pump the thick, lustful object into her elastic, taut, wet cunt again and again, deeper and deeper, gradually becoming more and more centralized in speed.
She raised her hips and kept on meeting it so that the big lustful tool could hit the deepest part of her cunt, arousing all her sexual desires as she screamed and moaned with excitement. He finally let go, the lust tool still in her cunt. He stood by and watched as her body, lying on the rack like a starfish, began to rock with it as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Her breasts heaved up and down, her body twisted and her lower belly kept tugging upward. After a while he climbed onto the shelf as well, sat on top of her, took hold of his cock and began to masturbate.
She opened her mouth and begged him to thrust again. She couldn’t stand the idea of him being outside of her body, and she felt the desire to have him. She had this duty to him, and at the same time she had this right to demand it.
He moved his body forward and fed his cock, which had become very large and hard, into her open mouth, and his lower belly began to jerk and spasm violently up and down, just as it did when she jerked with her kinky tool. She looked sophisticated and kept sucking until he reached his climax, and at the last moment he pulled out his cock and squirted his cum like pearls onto her jiggling breasts.
He climbed down from the rack again to pull the lustful tool out of her cunt, and as he looked at the slightly quivering tender flesh of her cunt, she knew that he too was pleased with the discharge from her cunt. She smiled lasciviously, knowing that she was a real woman, sexy and strong, capable of fulfilling a man’s desires, and very happily and without guile cooperated with him and helped him fulfill his delight.
He poured a beer and stood looking at her. In the white light, she looked at him drunkenly as well. She saw that he was enjoying the discharge that dripped down her thighs between her spread legs. Her pubic hair was wet with her too much discharge. It clung to the perimeter of her pussy. She also knew he liked to look at her, her body contorted by the penetration of the lewd tool into her cunt, her flat and taut belly, and she also knew he liked to look at her plump, lewd cum-covered breasts. She knew that normally a woman’s breasts could make a man feel more comfortable during sexual pleasure. When there is no time or energy to have sex or play various sex games, a man can put his hands or face on a full breast to calm their irritation and make them feel good. Many men like to play with a woman’s breasts, and Feyma enjoys having her breasts fondled and rubbed by a man.
She wanted to make him like her looks, and he knew she had beautiful lids. She looked like a woman who was very faithful to her husband, who could keep a man’s secrets, who didn’t talk too much, who didn’t cheat on her husband, and who didn’t tire of making love, and she looked like that kind of woman because in fact she was that kind of woman.
She looked a little tired, but not at all rushed, and she smiled flirtatiously her at him, evoking more of his imagination.
He accepted her idea heartily and leaned down to release her arms and legs, but she didn’t move and continued to lie there, exposing her body to his gaze. He took a leather whip to her, then walked over to an old beer keg that had fallen over to one side, lowered his heavy body, climbed on top, and then turned his face toward the ground.
He heard her slowly descending from the shelf, a clacking sound from her heels.
“I hate to be glad you’re still wearing shoes, Fema.” He gasped and didn’t look back at her, “It gives me a wonderful feeling to see your cloud-like hair flowing over your white, clear stomach and your long, slender legs in heels.”
She pinched his back gently with her fingernails, scraping the skin on his back like a cat’s claws scratching. His words turned her on completely, and the ground thought of him like a poet. His skin quivered violently under her scratches. Then she used the handle of the whip in her hand again, rubbing the spot she had just scratched, and then that whip moved to rub another spot. He was silent now, still and silent.
After a while he began to shake back and forth again, letting out moans of pleasure, and she spanked him gently and hard, a stabbing pain traveling down his back to his cock.
She lashed him hard with the whip again. His body shook, and again and again the pleasure of the pain and ache gathered and passed to his cock, which shook like lightning.
She kept pumping and his cock started to burn as if it was going to burst into flames. She pumped like that, and suddenly he relaxed and moaned loudly, feeling as if a bolt of lightning had rushed through his vas deferens to reach his burning cock, and he ejaculated with pain and pride, the finest essences of his body driven to his cock in a joyful jet. After a moment, the trembling in his body slowly calmed down. He got up off that keg and moved his stiff legs, which bore the painful marks of the whipping and his own spurting cum.
She still stood there, the cum that had come out of him still dripping slowly down her breasts like a crystalline pearl, much to his amazement. Now he was completely satisfied. And she slowly inserted the handle of the whip, carefully wrapped in feathers, deep into her cunt again, and then slowly squatted down in front of him and began to masturbate herself with the thing, which he seemed to have forgotten her name, thinking and watching carefully.
“Do you want me to leave now? Mr. Jackman?” She asked under her breath, while she kept jerking back and forth with the handle of that whip, which was getting wetter and wetter with feathers. He slowly walked over to a chair and unnaturally sat down in front of her. He saw her pumping faster and faster, gasping for air, and gradually she reached her climax. It seemed to her that she was in a public place, selling her sex for money.
After a while her panting stopped and she regained her composure and slowly stood up. The leather whip was still lodged in her cunt, and as she walked towards him, it kept swaying from side to side between her legs, which was very amusing indeed. She came to him and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. There was not a wrinkle on his forehead and it was lustrous. She brought her breasts up to his face and he looked at them for a moment, pressing his hot face into her cool cleavage.
“Feyma.” He called softly.
“Now I’m going to leave you, Mr. Jackman.” She whispered, “I imagine you’re going to feel a little lonely, but anytime you want a crazy, happy time like we had together tonight, or anything else you want, just let me know, honey, okay?”
“Yes.” Jackman replied cheerfully, “About the job, I think you’re suited to a certain job, dear, you’d like it, and I suspect you know the job.”
“I understand anything you say, Mr. Jackman.” Fermat murmured, “I’m yours.”
“So looking for suggestions…”
The red light kept flashing in the upper right corner of Fermat’s field of vision, the naked man in that room, the titillating heat had disappeared, and Fermat was shocked to realize that it was all from that VR video disk, not real life.
She sat in the darkened projection room, the blank screen in front of her flickering on and off. She felt her pussy burning violently between her legs as she gasped for breath and could feel her ample breasts slowly rising and falling up and down.
She vividly remembered the flowing cum roiling over her breasts, the thick, lustful tool thrusting into her cunt, arousing her with fire-like desire. She also remembered the man’s fingers pumping back and forth in her cunt, stirring. She could still feel the pressure of the grommets on her hands and feet, and the whip’s handle throbbing in her cunt. In her mind’s eye she could still see the lash marks that had lined the man’s back Fermat shook her head, “What a heart,” she muttered, trying to remind herself of the conspiracy she had mouthed to change this sinful world, but all of these outlandish thoughts of hers disappeared and became meaningless. She began to cry out, shivering, as if the man was gloating and looking at her with his eyes, and her body was being exposed to him in all its sexual glory, and she seemed to feel honored by the exposure. She bent over, trying to remember the feathered handle of the whip rubbing against the sensitive walls of her cunt, pumping until she reached orgasm and crouched on the floor in front of the man.
She forgot to take out the disk, left it in the player, and stumbled out of that projection room, back home into the arms of her husband, who would help her, free of that strange horror and trouble.
Kezzy lost his temper for a moment when he realized that the video disk was gone. When his anger eased a bit, he sat shakily on his bed and immediately felt the glove that had never left his side.
He would have liked to play that movie disk again, but he didn’t, and whenever he decided to go through that experience again, something stopped him, a wonderful feeling, a completely irrational feeling of embarrassment.
The woman didn’t exist, she was just a figment of the imagination of the programmers of the DVD, he couldn’t have known her, no way, and she couldn’t have intruded into his life or stood up to his inexperience and immaturity in dealing with a sexual relationship with a woman that never existed in the first place. There was only one movie disk.
He couldn’t have behaved that rudely and nastily. He just did what was designed and requested in the movie disk, and so did the woman, who played a perfectly moving lover.
Maybe that’s the problem, nothing is imperfect in the world of that movie disk, it’s just that he can’t possibly be satisfied with his body under her control. However that wasn’t a problem with other ordinary sex DVDs, you could watch the images on that screen and revel in all the weird and strange plots, content that the disk offered. Kez had seen two women in the world of a video disk, but it was just a carefully crafted, two-dimensional, vivid hallucinatory world, nothing else strange.
His lost CD-ROM was different in that, for him, it was another real world. Indeed, he knew that for a theoretical physicist it was what they dreamed of doing, even though it was not an acceptable real world it was just science fiction that appeared on the screen.
Caz was walking around the small room like a beast trapped in a cage simply because for one thing he had no way of using that disk again, and for another, someone had stolen it from him, which left him no choice. He was honest enough to obtain that disk, he could have cared less about the disk between those broken tape recorders, it was so worn out in appearance that it looked like a worthless old glove Kez thought about it, and that glove was still a little strange. He gave up thinking like a running gag, the key point now was that he was sure that the disk must have had an owner, someone who knew everything about it, that the person who had the disk had lost it and Kezia himself had acquired it by chance.
How does that owner manage to get it back? How does Caz get it back? One idea he comes up with is to make a small fuss and suggest to the school authorities that something has been stolen from his room.
Caz lay on the bed, his mind on the woman again, seeing her soft, graceful body coming toward him, kissing and caressing him, she was completely intoxicated with the pleasure of lovemaking, completely forgetting herself, and they were like animals in the act of copulation, sex machines, pumping their penises into their vaginas over and over again, in waves, up and down, round and round, and it never stops.
Caz could be sure that he would get that movie disk back, and it suddenly occurred to him that he should go there and check it out.
Lace’s eyes were closed, their lips glued together, and Lace gently licked her smooth lips and mouth, the girl’s lips parted and taut. Les flicked her lips under hers, and the sweet aroma of that girl’s fine, soft mouth filled her entire mouth. That girl’s thick hair rubbed like black silk against Les’s cheeks, forehead and shoulders. She had silky hair, silky mouth.
Les moaned softly, aroused. The girl put one hand on Lace’s breast and stroked it tenderly. Les was wearing a very thin layer of rubberized tights that were like another layer of skin on her body, clinging to her body so that the graceful lines of her sexy body were fully exposed, as if graciously offered to any girl who liked her and admired her.
The girl was slim and pretty, like a lithe bird, and while teasing Les’s ample breasts, tightly wrapped under her rubber coat, with her slender fingers, she sucked on Les’s mouth, their tongues entwined with each other, churning and stirring, their mouths already full of saliva, as they licked and fed off each other.
Lace felt her breasts begin to heat and swell under the soft touch of that girl’s fingers. The girl was wearing a fishscale suit that glowed a bright silver-white color, and with every movement the suit made a soft tinkling sound. Now Lace put one hand up to the girl’s fishscale suit. When the girl got happy and shook her body gently, the suit immediately made an even crisper tinkling sound.
The girl lifted her head and Les opened her eyes gently, they both looked at each other and smiled. Les was very sexy and attractive, wearing a devilishly tight rubber corset that made her nipples, belly button, and cleavage and groin stand out beautifully. That pussy at the base of her thighs was divinely tucked away beneath the rubber suit, bulging into a small mound that was even more tantalizing. Her blonde hair flowed back tightly, revealing her bare forehead.
The girl in the silver fish-scaled woman made a crisp sound as she twisted her body like a ghost, her long black hair falling like a sheet in front of her lids and draping over her shoulders. Now she was leaning over and kissing Les under her rubber coat, leaving dark, wet marks wherever she kissed. Les found the buttons on her fishscale coat, and as she undid them the girl stood up, and the garment jingled to the floor with a musical sound.
She had one small, pointed breast and a single, unfulfilling ass. But between her legs was a thick patch of black pubic hair as smooth as silk, lewdly letting out a silvery sheen that made Lace gasp with longing. Her breasts rippled up and down as she pulled down the part of the rubberized garment that had been attached to her breasts, and that was only part of it. Now that her breasts were free to jiggle, she was still wrapped tightly in the stretchy rubber garment below her ribcage.
The girl stepped forward and touched Les’s pink nipples adoringly. Then got down on her knees and kissed and sucked on the blazing mound that bulged between Les’s legs, covered tightly by her rubber suit. It made there completely moist and glistening. As she licked and sucked, she lifted her hands and began to rub Les’s breasts, pulling on her long nipples with two fingers again and again.
Les began to pant heavily as she stood there heavily, her legs spread apart. Her thick, round thighs began to tremble gently as she became very aroused. They were turning black where the girl had sucked them. Les’s large, perky breasts hung down, almost to her belly, as the girl’s creamy fingers tugged at them, and they turned red and glistened as Les greased her body before she put on her rubber suit.
The girl let go of her breasts again and hugged Les’s hips, pressing her head between Les’s legs and kissing upward, the heat of her tongue so tremendous that the whip-like, slim body kept writhing between Les’s thighs, her hard, wonderful bones, black, glowing hair, and fiery tongue almost bringing Les close to an orgasm. Those twin globes of hers, swollen, stood up on either side of her breasts. Les began to resist bending her knees and squatting slightly so that the girl could stimulate her mound under her rubber coat even more intensely. With a crunch like silk snapping, a wet wavy line appeared. Her mound stood out even more from the split rubber suit. Her pussy was completely moistened. The sensation that Les started with was a coolness in that exposed mound, and then a heat that came from the girl’s exhaled hot breath. She began to lick it again with the tip of her tongue, then the whole tip of her tongue hard. Then nibbling lightly with her teeth, and finally biting down on the clitoris and gently pulling it outward until Lace’s pussy was fully exposed and pressed against her face.
Lace moaned loudly as she felt as if she were melting into a river of running water that flowed out of the cracks in that rubber suit and into the dark-haired girl’s face. The first time that girl touched her cunt, it made her feel as if an electric current had passed through her entire body, causing her to shudder violently. Les started screaming and started pumping that girl’s penis-like tongue over and over with her cunt. What an intense orgasm as the colorful lights kept flashing in front of her eyes and her movements became faster and more violent.
The red light kept flickering and she felt the whole scene shaking as if they were in a burning furnace. The dark-haired girl suddenly stood up and commandingly wiped away the flickering red lights in front of Les’s eyes. She laughed lustfully with pleasure as she attached the little bulbs to various parts of Lace’s body and began to pump the tip of her tongue into her cunt again.
Except for her head and her hanging out breasts, the rubber suit that was like a second skin still covered Les’ entire body. The large, constantly bouncing breast globes glistened pink and bounced up and down in front of her. Every part of her body began to inflate and swell as the girl pumped her. Lacey’s body began to contort and bulge as the air entered the rubber suit. They squeezed her until she felt a gradual rise and float slowly backwards. Her body pulsed gently, like an eagle at her back, like an invisible woman pushing her breasts up against the air-filled rubber bag.
The dark-haired woman’s tongue stopped twitching as she admired her pussy between her legs. Les felt helpless, her arms and legs stretched out like balloon toys. But she felt that her pussy was still flat underneath and didn’t feel wobbly at all, and that was because that rubber suit had ruptured. Now the girl slid her hands up her thick, firm thighs and stroked upward until her fingertips found the tiny, bare, wet hole and plunged in. She kept stirring inside Les’s cunt, pumping her finger. Then again, she made Les’s vaginal opening open as wide as possible, then inserted a glass tube with two connected ends into Les’s cunt and slid it upward, all the way to the opening of her womb.
After inserting this glass tube, that one girl slid a bunch of thinner leather hoses through that one into her vagina, and then gently removed the glass tubes, but those leather hoses remained there, inserted inside of Les. The girl inserted the other end of those hoses into a plasma test tube and placed it on the table, and when that was in place, she went around Les’s head and squatted down over her face. Les felt her satin-smooth pubic hair fall over her face, rubbing her cheeks over and over, and smelled the scent her pussy was giving off at the same time. The red square began to blink incessantly again and put out a beeping sound. The girl stood up once more, wiping her from Les’s field of vision, and then rode up on Les’s face again, gently and carefully parting her thick, smooth pubic hairs with her fingers so that Les could lick her pussy with her tongue.
Les kept licking her and as that girl started to get aroused, her own pubic bone started to quiver due to the intense sexual arousal and those quivering accompanied by the changes in all parts of her body were transmitted by those hoses to that plasma test tube and now the different colors inside the test tube started to mix together. Les licked and sucked that girl’s pussy while some secretions came out of her own vagina. The fluid flowed along the hoses on those skins, stopping to hang over the top of that test tube, red and green intertwined and shimmering, when another wave of green and blue shot out, shivering between those fluids, and then a wisp of purple slowly dispersed and slowly seeped into the other colors. The whole scene began to twist and shake again, like a flag hanging in the sky. The scene of those two women’s aroused sexuality, the mixing of all the different colors, was constantly marred by the incessant flashing red lights.
The dark-haired girl began to shake horribly, muttering over and over while her body began to freak out.
Then the pressure on Les’s flesh began to lessen and slowly fade again. Those colors began to rise as well.
As these scenes faded away completely, Lace faintly heard a wonderful tinkling sound in the distance, coming from the dark-haired woman’s dress.