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Broken Window
by High School Sweetheart

Copyright 2007 Rebecca Stancil all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.
This is a continuation of Broken Window and you should read the
chapters in order for maximum effect.
H.S.Sweetheart@gmail.com
Story Codes; MF/m, Pedo, SciFi, TV, Oral, Anal, Public, Violent,
Caution


Broken Window
Chapter 5

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Somewhere nearby an alarm went off, or maybe some lights blinked, it
didn't matter. I was barely three meters through the door when a large
black man with a dragon tattoo flying around his massive bald skull
stopped us.

"Excuse me miss, would you like to check your purse?" He was polite
about it anyway, and I had little choice in the matter.

"Whatever." I shrugged, slipping my purse off my shoulder.

Ransom and Viv exchanged looks, but didn't say anything. I seriously
doubted either one of them had ever touched a gun in their lives. This
was just the price of being strapped and I'd gone through it before
plenty of times. Most clubs had detectors and they'd hold it for me
until I was leaving.

"Just put your thumb there." The girl said, a cute little coat check
girl, pointing at the pad on her counter.

And just like that I was unarmed.

"Don't lose it." I told her, knowing she wouldn't.

"Thank you. Have a good time." Baldy said and I gave him a grin, like
why wouldn't I?

"I want to dance." Viv was taking me by the hand. "Ransom, find us a
place to sit. I want to dance with Bingo."

"I guess I'm dancing." I giggled and Ransom just rolled his eyes.

The place was crowded and noisy, filled with smoke and flashing lights
and all the stuff to make the brain go a little numb. A lot of off-
worlders were drinking at the bar, but even more citizens sitting at
tables and booths, talking and watching and getting high. The place
wasn't real upscale, not like some of the tourist clubs, but decent
enough to be respectable.

It was nice playing citizen, and a little freaky too, cause nobody
gave me a second look, just like nobody completely ignored me. I
didn't feel invisible anymore, like a ghost the way I would have been
around a bunch of real people. The dance floor was packed and
ponygirls were prancing the edges of it, hooking shots of synthetic
adrenalin mixed with Biox for twenty credits a pop.

Dancing is dancing, like the way people been doing it since the dawn
of time, probably. A lot of jumping up and down, grinning, and
generally bumping into hot sweaty people who were getting warmed up
for some good sex later. Like everyplace on Broken Window, that sex
usually happened in the middle of the dance floor, just cause it was
easy and convenient, and nobody really gave a shit. It was why half
the population had a virus, of one kind or another, most of them
harmless enough, but a few carried bugs that would put you in an
incinerator eventually.

That's what the Biox was for, a super cocktail of antibiotics, RNA
sleepers, and gene triggers that put a body's immune system into orbit
for about an hour, maybe two at the most depending on how much
adrenaline you pumped. It would kill just about anything you might
catch, except maybe a cold. Nobody had figured that one out yet. The
problem with that shit was if you did too much too often it killed
your normal immune system. And too much could be a single shot, or a
hundred shots, nobody knew for sure cause everybody was different that
way.

There were a lot of people addicted to it, not cause they wanted it,
but because without more Biox they'd be dead in a week. It was illegal
on every other planet in the galaxy, but not on Broken Window. Here it
was just another risk in the big game of fun. I stayed away from that
shit and Viv did too, which meant we had to watch our asses,
literally, cause there were some horny bastards on the dance floor and
it was like joining an orgy; once you were in you were fair game.

We did all right though, staying close together and ignoring everyone
else for the most part. I liked to dance and Viv was good at it,
getting both of us worked up sweet and hot until she ended up bent
over with my hard little cock in her pussy. She was hot and wet
inside, and a little too big maybe, cause my dick isn't much more than
an oversized clit so far as I'm concerned. But it was dancing, not
fucking, so it didn't matter anyway. We were laughing and just
grinding away like regular people having a good time out on the town.

"You all pumped up?" Ransom had been watching us dance from a table
upstairs, on the big balcony circling the dance floor.

"Fuck." I grinned and me and Viv were both pink and breathless.

"Yeah." Ransom grinned. "Come here..."

He pushed his chair back and I could see he had his cock out, all nice
and hard and already wet with precum just for me. He'd been stroking
himself, or maybe one of the ponygirls had been giving him some head,
cause they sold that too. Lots of people were having a good time on
the balcony, like what was the point of living on Broken Window if you
didn't fuck in the clubs?

I didn't mind, I was seriously hot for it, just being in the middle of
the dance floor with all the sights and smells and sounds filling my
senses was enough to jack up a eunuch. I pulled my tight black skirt
up, and my thong to the side, straddling Ransom's thighs with my back
to him while he guided his cock inside my tight little ass.

Viv watched us, smiling and nodding and licking her lips. She picked
up the drink that Ransom had waiting for her, some smoky red champagne
in a fluted glass, and sipped it slowly.

"Oh yeah..." Ransom was pulling me down and I winced as his big dick
split my ass wide, driving deep into my rectum until I was sitting on
him, his cockhead touching bottom with that pleasant discomfort I'd
long ago learned to love.

We didn't fuck, I just sat there with every inch of Ransom up my butt,
leaning back against him with my skirt covering us. Not that anyone
would care. Ransom kept one arm around my flat chest and used the
other for drinking and talking. He liked to gesture, you know those
kind of people, and him and Viv were talking some boring citizen
stuff, while I was figuring my plans.

It was a good way to kill some nervous time.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You don't lose my stuff." I smiled up at Viv and she wasn't happy I
wasn't coming home with her.

"Why do you have to go tonight?" Her green eyes were dark and I was
waiting for my purse.

"Viv, she'll be back." Ransom rubbed his jaw, he had to go to work
too, but he'd see Viv home first.

"I gotta see a guy about a horse." I giggled.

"Here you are." The check girl was all smiles and I looked inside my
purse, just make sure my stuff was all there. She didn't even frown.

"You had fun, right?" I looked at her after I was satisfied with my
quick inventory.

"Yeah." Viv smiled, cause she was a good salesclone and she knew I
didn't owe her anything.

"Give me a kiss, mommy." I said in my best fucky girl voice. And she
did, she gave me a nice one, sweet and I felt bad almost.

Ransom gave me a dirty kiss, fucking my mouth and fingering my ass
while we stood by the entrance of the club, that bald bouncer watching
me close cause I was armed now. He didn't like that and just wanted me
out the door.

That was about all the goodbye I was good for and I left them there,
gone out to catch a shuttle cause it wasn't much slower than a taxi
and it cost a lot less, it was just uncomfortable cause of all the
assholes. Mostly off-worlders and tourists, on their way down to the
Gutter, since it was getting on midnight and Valence hadn't done it
for them. They were the hardcore people, the ones who wanted to get
fucked up.

"Yam Zabbit Vlamp!" Some computer was saying on my phone and I hated
that hacker shit.

"Whatever, it's me." I said and disconnected.

I dropped my phone to dangle around my neck as I sat down between a
couple space marines, there was like two dozen of them packed onto the
shuttle with everyone else. Some cruiser was in orbit, and so there
were jarheads running around on their three day passes or whatever it
was they got. They'd be drinking and fighting and spending all their
money a long time before they spent all their time.

"You talk to god on that thing, honey?" The guy on my left asked me
and he was one of the small ones, only like three times my size.

"I only talk to god when I fuck." I glanced up at him.

"Well, shit maybe you could introduce us then." He licked his lips. He
was black as coal, but his tongue was shiny and pink like a baby.

"You wanna meet god?" I gave him a coy look.

"I wanna meet you." He had a deep voice. "I'm Jeremiah Jericho..."

"Leave her alone..." One of his friends was saying.

"...They call me J.J. for short."

Bip-bip ... Bip-bip

My phone was ringing and I gave the marine an apologetic look.

"God's calling me back..." I stood up, squeezing past two giant
jarheads, which gave me a little privacy actually. "...Yeah?"

"Fuck...I knew it was you!" Stan always sounded surprised, but he knew
everything.

"I gotta see you." I told him.

"How do I know it's really you?" He asked, because he was paranoid
too.

"You know where I am?"

"Almost...in the air someplace, hold on..."

"Well, if I wasn't me I'd be someplace else, wouldn't you think?" I
laughed and then waited about twenty seconds, listening to Stan's
heavy breathing. "You jerking off?"

"...shuttle, oh one one five nine, bound for City Center, six minutes
out..."

"Took you long enough."

"I'm burning cycles on a sqwack." Stan's voice shrugged. "What do you
want?"

"Magic."

"Go to the circus."

"Stan...You owe me." I reminded him, and he really did.

"I got a lot of heat on me. I shouldn't even be calling you, but..."

"You love me, I know. About an hour, okay?"

"I'll call you." Stan promised.

"Sixty minutes, I'm serious."

"I'll call. Don't hang up for ten seconds."

"Why?" I narrowed my eyes, but Stan was already disconnected. I
counted to ten slowly and then thumbed my phone off.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The Virgin Mary stood about five feet tall, naked with a swollen belly
and small, sagging tits. One hand cradled the Fetus Jesus from
beneath, while the other was outstretched towards the stained glass
dome high above her. She was looking up, naturally, like she was
asking God how the fuck she was supposed to explain this to her old
man.

Immaculate Conception was probably so original, old Joe might have
believed her for about three seconds before kicking her ass.

Beneath the statue, I found my drop. There were seven Cards, each of
them bright green with a holographic likeness of a player and a name.
Mine said "Bingo" and I thumbed it, finding the menu easily enough and
I checked the odds real quick, cause I was so curious it hurt. The
data was updated continuously and factored by stuff like how much was
being bet and who was still in the game. I was the long shot, as I
expected, paying at fifty to one right then, which seemed almost
insulting; the favorite was six to one.

Nobody had ever heard of me before though and being a thirteen year
old fuck toy wasn't much of a resume for murder.

There was a background option and I looked at that too, just to see
what they had on me and I giggled when I saw they had me down for
blowing the skull off that Domme in the trolley. That had knocked me
down a little probably, since they knew I wasn't a virgin at least.
Other than that it didn't say much and all they'd have on anyone was
whatever was public knowledge, whether it was true or not. Rumors and
street talk had a way of becoming the truth after awhile.

I didn't want to spend long in that church, cause it was after
midnight and I was playing now. The other players would be getting
their drops though, so it wasn't too likely I'd run into one sitting
there, but you couldn't know til it happened either. Least I was in a
pretty good disguise, I didn't look much like my card at all. Behind
me there was maybe a half dozen people, most of them sleeping, but one
guy was praying hard, on his knees jerking off, and he must have
fucked up bad the way he was going at it.

I had about ten minutes until Stan was going to call me and I didn't
want to leave the place til I knew where I was going so I slipped into
the pew behind Praying Man. Not for any real reason, but he was
mumbling and I wanted to know what he'd done. I got right behind him,
kneeling on a cum stained knee-bench, padded and sticky. I glanced up
at Jesus, nailed to the wall behind the altar. His big hard cock was
dripping and he smiled down at me, forgiving me with his eyes, and he
was a pretty good one.

"What did you do?" I asked the man, since I couldn't fuckin'
understand a word he was saying.

He shut up quick, going stiff and lifting his head without turning it.
He was busy looking for God and maybe I was too. I needed something to
reassure me cause fifty to one was a heartbreaker, though I mighta
expected it.

"What are you praying for, man?" I asked again.

"Forgiveness." He jerked at the word and his voice sounded confused,
like what else would he be wanting?

"What did you do?"

"I..." He turned his head, looking at me and he had red rimmed eyes,
puffy from crying. "...Fuck you."

He turned back around and he'd probably thought I was one of the nuns
who took care of sinners like him, but they were all off someplace
else and it was probably happy hour downstairs. Lots of people liked
the Dungeons of St. Peters and the Sisters were always busy punishing
the sinners. Priests would hear confession and mete out penance,
administered with whips, and crops, and the occasional hammer and
nail. That's where tonight's Jesus had come from, it's where they
always came from, the penitent faithful who wanted to bleed for their
sins.

"You think God can hear you?" I asked him softly and the soft fwap-
whap-slapping of his fist along his dick was echoing through the
church. Masturbation and prayer were the same thing to a lot of
people.

He was mumbling again and I was in a church, which I liked for some
reason. Maybe it was the smell of cum, I don't know, but that place
always got me off and I opened my purse, pulling out my seventy-seven
and I pressed it to the back of his head. My arm was straight and he
didn't even flinch. Whatever he'd done it had been bad. Probably sold
his kids, I figured, maybe his wife too. Sold to a snuff gang for fun
fodder kiddie vids, lots of money in that for addicted daddies with
the need, but he coulda done anything really. It didn't matter a whole
lot to me anymore.

"Maybe you need to be a little closer." I suggested and I squeezed the
trigger slow, introducing the guy to God with a soft pop.

My phone was ringing a few minutes later and I was relieved, cause I
didn't really know for sure if Stan was going to call, but he did love
me. I knew that much, he was weak that way.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Anybody follow you?" Stan wasn't joking, but he shoulda been.

"No." I shook my head and looked around. "What happened to your old
place? I liked it."

"Me too." Stan was sealing the door behind me, which had opened from
an alley behind a cockfight arena in Chinatown.

"Poor Stan." I smiled petulantly, twirling a bit on my hips cause he
was looking at me now.

I was still wearing that red lace bra over my flat chest, slick and
translucent like oil, and the black skirt all tight and short around
my soft thighs and sweet ass. My black thong crossed my pink anus and
split my balls, holding my small cock tight against my pelvis. Two
inch heels, red like my bra, propped me up to five feet tall.

My hair was auburn now, pinned back with a sapphire hair clip like a
kid would wear, and I had freckles and cat green eyes, all of it
painted with a cosmetic virus. Pink finger and toe nails and bubblegum
lipstick. I was a ten year old girl standing there, the most beautiful
little girl in the world, and Stan loved me. Sally too. They were like
Ransom and Viv that way, like I was adopted, and that was my talent,
finding parents to fuck me.

"You look good." Stan turned his head a little. "You still got a
dick?"

"You wanna find out?" I giggled and he nodded so I crooked a finger at
him. "Come here then."

"You clean?"

"Cleaner than you." I laughed.

"Shit, I haven't fucked anybody since...Sally, when's the last time I
got laid?"

"One hundred twenty-seven point four days ago, darling." The
disembodied voice of his computer replied.

"See?" Stan held out his hands. "When was the last time Bingo was
here?"

"Bingo has never been here, Stan." The computer giggled softly.

"Yeah yeah yeah...The last time I saw him then?"

"One hundred twenty-seven point four days ago." The computer replied.
"It's nice to see her again."

"He's not a her, Sally." Stan rolled his eyes and I smiled at him,
knowing I had to indulge the man.

"She is to me, baby." The computer was Stan's ex-wife, who'd been a
righteous hacker and all she'd ever wanted to be was a machine.

"Nice to see you too, Sally." I said, being polite. She always sorta
freaked me out a little, but I didn't trust computers anyway.

"You want something to eat? Drink? Snort? Shoot? Fuck...What else? I got
some suppositories around here someplace." Stan shrugged. "I don't
know what they do, but if you like chemicals up your ass..."

"Maybe later." I played my tongue across my bottom lip. "I need
surveillance, six people. I gotta know where they're at every fuckin'
minute."

"Six?" Stan stuck a finger in his ear, wiggling it around. "That's a
lot of cycles, kid."

"You owe me."

"Yeah, a pink soda fizz and good fuck, sure." Stan wasn't smiling.
"But even one person eats up five percent of my clock, probably more.
Hey, Sally, what's the usage on consurv..." He narrowed his eyes, "...City
wide?" I nodded. "City wide for oh, three days?"

"Gee Stan, that would take seven point three three percent of my
primary CPU functions." Sally said.

"What about six people, simultaneously?" Stan was nodding, cause he
could do the math in his head.

"Sixty-eight percent, Stan, plus or minus three." Sally replied
immediately. "Power summing's a bitch, baby."

"Yeah, I have a lot of clock too." Stan told me. "I could do one,
maybe, but I got work to do. I got business to take care of."

"Make me your business." I told him. "I'll cut you in."

"Cut me in on what?" Stan laughed. "Last I heard you were working as a
milker for Maspeth"

"I quit that gig." I grinned at him. "Too many bites."

"You're too small for it anyway."

"No shit." I nodded.

"So what's the score?" Stan asked, and I looked at him quick,
wondering if he was fucking with me. "What?"

"Nothing." I laughed at my own paranoia and I wondered if it was
infectious, cause Stan had a bad dose of it. "I'm playing cards."

"Fuck." He stared at me for a long second. "Hey Sally, what's the odds
on Bingo?"

"First kill fifty to one, second kill..." Sally said, after a few
seconds while she scanned the ether.

"No, just to win." Stan cut her off.

"Fifty to one, darling."

"I got four hundred on myself." I grinned. "We do this, you can get
Sally one of those fancy projectors."

"I got one." Stan rubbed his jaw. "It's in the bathroom."

"I bet." I giggled.

"He's so perverted." Sally sighed theatrically.

"So, yeah, we need...Where's your cards?"

Stan could see the potential, cause that was a lot of money for just
whacking six people and probably I wouldn't have to do that many, but
it would pay better if I did. I didn't know what the other players
would be doing, but I was pretty sure they had their own ways of doing
things. None of us were going to make it easy to be found, but at the
same time we had to look for the others. It was the ultimate game of
hide and seek and the counting part was over. Ready or not, we were
all coming.

I gave Stan my cards and they were all green, nobody was dead yet, and
he looked through them with a shrug.

"You know any of them...Whoa, I know this guy." Stan grinned and held
one up. "He's a collector for the Garbage Man."

"The garbage man?" I scratched my head.

"Capitalized." Stan was nodding. "He runs a bunch labs, you know,
cooking up garbage for the fiends. Problem is dopers tend to forget
how much they owe if it ain't cash up front."

"I never heard of him." I said.

"He's pretty low, way down, but this boy..." Stan was waving the card. "...
He collects, I've seen him."

"What's he like?" I took the card back, studying the guy's face. He
looked like melted vanilla ice cream, all pasty white with loose jowls
and a weak chin. Droopy eyes too. He looked like a grade-A fuck perv.

"He's dopey." Stan told me. "Not fucked up dopey, but like retarded
sorta. He likes the hurting part."

"Oh yeah?" I smiled at that. "Weak that way, eh?"

"Fuck yeah." Stan nodded. "He'd be an easy score, you want him? He's
probably too dumb to hide, but the Garbage Man's gonna be his angel."

"I got my angels too, right?" I gave Stan a sexy smile.

"Yeah, baby boy, you got angels." Stan looked down at me and his dick
was hurting, I knew. "Sally, look for this numbskull."

"Feed me, Stan." Sally purred and looked around while Stan scanned the
card into Sally.

"Where's your bedroom?" I asked.

"Down the hall, look for the slut on the bed." Stan said without
looking for me. "Don't fuckin' untie her, whatever you do!"

"Heh." I laughed and started heading that way.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey Sally." I grinned when I saw her and she was tied up on Stan's
bed, just like he'd told me.

"Hi Bingo." She was smiling at me, bound spread eagle with her head
lifted like she was expecting me, which she was.

She looked sorta like she had in life, which was pretty hot. She'd
been a hacker, like Stan, just as good as him too, or maybe even
better. She loved computers so much she wanted to be one and they'd
made it happen, putting her brain on the ether cause they didn't build
hard drives that big. She was the first and only sentient being to
exist nowhere and everywhere all at once, except maybe God, and she
didn't believe in him anyway.

Sally was still bound though, and I don't mean on the bed, cause the
Ethernet was like limbo, heaven and hell all mixed up without any
direction. Stan's computers gave her sanctuary, like a place to live,
a safe place where she wouldn't get lost. It was where she kept her
soul, Sally said, and she believed in that just fine. I didn't
understand it, nobody did except her and Stan, but that didn't matter
none. She was like a genie in a bottle, Stan gave her a rub and she
appeared like smoke on the ether. That's all the explanation I ever
got. Stan and Sally speak a different language than me sometimes.

"Untie me, Bingo." Sally wiggled her fingers. "I want to fuck you so
bad. Stan ain't gotta know."

"Heh." I laughed at her. "So this is where all those cycles are going,
huh?"

"Bingo." She pouted.

Sally was shaved; her head smooth and pale where she'd once had hair,
but it didn't look bad. Her face was beautiful and the lack of hair
just drew her features more attention. She was all face now. And body
too. The rest of her was brown, dusky maybe, like she was from Central
America or something, Brazilian possibly. Her skin was smooth, not a
scar or scab that I could see and she looked warm. Like the color gave
her a warmth, I mean. She belonged on a beach someplace, wearing a
tiny bikini and soaking up the sun all oiled up and teasing.

"You look good, Sally." I walked towards the bed and I could see she
had a big vibrator shoved between her pussy lips. A thick red one and
it was humming softly. She had a puddle beneath her and I thought that
was pretty cool.

"You like my eyes?" She asked me as I sat down on the bed next to her
waist and I leaned over so I could look down at her face. She had
amber eyes, like a dog, but they were beautiful crescents beneath her
black pupils, and I nodded.

"Yeah." I said. "I like your eyes, Sally."

I turned my head a little and I could see the wires, a twisted strand
of a dozen, maybe two dozen, like a rainbow helix plugged into the
back of Sally's head, just at the base of her skull. Whoever this girl
had been before, she was part Sally now, possessed and giving the
woman a home until her cerebral cortex melted down, or whatever it was
that happened. I knew it didn't last forever, not even close to it.

"You should untie me, Bingo." She whispered. "I'll give you what you
want."

"You need to control yourself, Sally." I giggled, cause that was the
other girl talking. Not Sally.

"She's strong." The woman closed her eyes for a moment and frowned and
when her eyes opened again, Sally smiled. "She's asleep."

"She looks like you." I reached for her left breast, which was full
and heavy, even on her back with her arms spread, she had great tits.

"Yeah." Sally nodded and then sighed as I massaged her tit. "God, that
feels so good."

"You miss it?" I asked her, playing my thumb against the turgid flesh
of her nipple. "Being human?"

"Sometimes." She licked her lips. "It's cold in the ether."

"Is it?" I moved my hand to her other breast and then decided just to
sit on her stomach and play with both of them.

"Cold like when you close your eyes. You know what you see when you
close your eyes, Bingo?"

"What?" I was holding both of her breasts, those magnificent round
lumps of hot fat, squeezing them hard and moving them around cause
Sally was liking it a lot.

"Infinity." Sally nodded up at me. "You see everything."

"I see black." I giggled.

"That's what it is." She said. "Try it, close your eyes...Now look at
it, pick a spot way, way off in the distance, at the edge of all that
black and focus, Bingo. Look at it."

"It's making me dizzy." I laughed and opened my eyes. "It hurts."

"Yeah. That's what I see all the time."

"Poor Sally." I leaned over her, pressing my body against her tits and
I kissed her mouth tenderly.

"Poor Bingo." She breathed and her tongue was tickling my lips,
pushing lightly into my mouth as I opened it for her.

It was what she needed; like all genies, she needed a master. Someone
to touch her and tell her she was still real because she was a ghost
in the machine now. A spirit in the material world and it had made her
a little insane. This was how she kept her humanity, by stealing a
body for a few days, bound to Stan's bed, and being touched. That was
probably making her crazy too.

"I'm gonna fuck your face." I giggled and sat back up, still
straddling her tummy.

"You still have a penis?" Sally smiled at me.

"The same one." I giggled. "It ain't ever gonna grow."

"Like you." Sally sighed, but she was happy with that. "Do you think
about it?"

"About what?" I was moving now, turning around and I didn't bother
undressing at all.

"If you made the right choice or not." Sally shifted her body
slightly, not that she had a lot of room to play with. Stan had tied
her down good.

"I'm just me." I slid backwards, over her tits and I was on my tummy,
pressing my thong covered cock and balls against her mouth so she
could eat me.

"And now you're you forever." She giggled and then I felt her mouth
open as she worked my small hairless balls between her lips. She was
so soft and warm and I sighed happily.

"Yeah." I breathed, wriggling my ass and getting comfortable atop the
woman as I reached for that scarlet vibe, feeling it tickling my
fingers as I grabbed the base of it.

I started sliding it in and out of Sally slowly, watching her thick
brown labia clinging wetly to the smooth plastic. I kissed her soft
belly, low between her belly button and the swell of her vulva,
because I was just a little too short to sixty-nine with her. That was
okay though, I made her feel good, kissing and licking and biting at
her skin. She tasted like a salty peach, kind of, and she was warm and
damp with sweat. I pushed the vibe deep and thumbed the woman's clit,
a long hard piece of flesh that brought Sally's ass off the bed.

Beneath me, Sally was fighting with my thong, working it with her
teeth and tongue to free my hard little cock and I giggled at the
sensations. It felt good and sexy and I was rubbing my balls all over
her face as I couldn't stay still. It felt good, like a real tease,
and I was almost tempted to help her, but that would have spoiled the
fun. She got it eventually, biting my thong and jerking her head to
the side so that my penis finally fell free and she attacked it then,
sucking it hard into her mouth and I pushed down with a gasp.

I was fucking her mouth, or she was fucking me, it was all the same to
us, and the point was to get me off. Sally was hungry for my sperm,
begging for it with every breath as I dig my teeth into her soft
tummy, sucking so that she'd have a nice bruising love bite later. I
pulled the vibrator out of her completely and used both of my hands to
dig into her cunt. Sally had a nice one now, small and open from that
vibe, wet with juices and hot inside. I pulled her lips apart and
shoved my fingers inside, working them around to feel the soft
contours of Sally's hole.

I felt my balls tightening and I squeezed my eyes shut, just like I
was squeezing my ass, trying to hold back. Sally knew I was close
though, and she was washing my cock hard with her tongue, a talented
wonderful worm with a mind all its own, flicking and licking and
bringing me to a sudden and desperate orgasm inside Sally's hungry
mouth. I groaned as my cock spurted hard and fast, filling the woman's
mouth to overflowing even as she tried to swallow my orgasm down. It
was so good like that and I could barely move for several minutes
while Sally nursed on my little penis as it grew soft between her
lips.

For a machine, that girl really knew how to fuck.

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end of ch.5
Continued in ch.6

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