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Trial 1717:



“March 20th, 2315, Trial 1717. Though with no successful attempts so far, we continue experimentation. Uh…. With only four samples remaining, we’ve decided to test more drastic theories…. And uh… we…”



He didn’t know I was watching. I’ve grown more and more concerned for him over the years. Now that we’ve pretty much run out of subjects, he was getting worse.



He switched off the microphone and yelled out of frustration, “FUCK.” Sweeping his arm across the surface of the table, some papers and other small objects fell onto the floor, also throwing the mic down to join them. Practically on the brink of tears, he yelled in frustration, his words indiscernible, aggressively pulling at his short, curly, dark brown hair.



I was torn, however, because I’ve had a crush on him since we met; it made work difficult sometimes. I first met him when I was 47, and my 64th birthday is coming in less than a month. I may have been 64, but I didn’t look a day over 25, compared to people from a few centuries ago. We tried to make a go of it four years back, but it was too hard on him because of the pressure of the trials. We have stayed close ever since though, still teasing and flirting with each other. I would never tell him, but it’s been hard on me too; not being able to explore a relationship with the man I loved. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also so cute; about 5′ 11′, 175lbs and as fit as anyone could be. He has broad shoulders and tight abs that I just want to wrap my arms around.



In 2097, Doctor Mel Stoddard discovered a way to reduce the effects of aging greatly. It wasn’t cosmetic surgery or anything to make us “look” younger; it actually just slowed, almost stopping, the aging process, and you can choose when to make the effects kick in. Some people have bitched about their lives “dragging on,” but not me. I’ve been a young adult for the better part of four decades, though I guess I was fortunate enough to have a body that I could play to my advantage in life. Even still, I’ve never thought that I was as pretty as other women told me I was.



Physically, I’m 5′ 1”, with what people have described as a “thin” body. My hair is golden blond with white highlights and comes down to the lower slope of my breasts, which are on the high end of a C cup. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve used my body to get what I’ve wanted many, many times. My eyes I often bitch about however. They seem too large for my head and my head seems too large for my body. Others around me disagree though.



The effects of the anti-aging drug become more long lasting with each successive generation. My mother gave birth to me at the age of one hundred and thirteen and lived to be one hundred and thirty nine. Tests show that both Cameron and I will live to see our 250th birthday. A blessing or a curse; I’m not sure which yet.



The trials were hard on Cameron. Hell! They would have been difficult on anyone. He was special, the only person born with thirty one chromosomes, who actually lived. The poisons from earth made countless genetic changes; one of which was tissue regeneration with thirty-one chromosomes. Cameron’s grandmother was exposed while living on earth. She was one of the lucky ones who were fortunate enough to have been evacuated early enough before the toxins got worse. She got pregnant while living in one of the ships in the fleet and died on the table when she gave birth to his mother. His mother suffered the same fate when Cameron was brought into the world, err… space… whatever.



Of the 26 billion world population, less than 1% was left behind due to extreme exposure causing death before the evacuations were complete. Thinking we were all safe having left earth before death, our people were surprised when over 70% of the population in the fleet suffered delayed and gruesome effects of the exposure, eventually dying. The population has grown since then, but we are nowhere close to the numbers from before.



The ships were soon absorbed into the fleet allowing people to spread out, giving us an entire ship to ourselves for scientific study. It wasn’t just us though; we had an entire crew for support. A lot of responsibility fell on Cameron when it was discovered that his genetics were the key. This was a problem for him, since the trials and experiments were done on fetuses that had to have his genetic code. We tried artificial insemination but his seed has different properties that won’t allow them to survive more than millisecond if exposed to the air or environment. Even then, only half the sperm survives when done properly; they’re very delicate.



It took its toll on him though. I do everything I can, but sometimes it’s just not enough. The subjects have to be alive, and since we don’t really feel like “rape” is an appropriate method of scientific study, we sedate the patients. We joke every once in a while about him being a necrophiliac, but it’s lost its humor over the years.



Standing there watching him I almost fell over, catching myself in a daydream. I dreamt of him a lot actually; whether day dreams or when I was actually asleep. I woke this morning drenched in sweat and my own nectar. There was just something about him, though I could never put my finger on it.



I’ve been with countless partners, both men and women, and never once did I allow them any power over me, whether emotional or physical. I’ve always been the one in control, no matter what circumstances I found myself in. I think that’s how I stayed alive and more importantly been as successful as I have. But there was something different about Cam, he’s sweet, kind and actually spoke his mind, not caring what anyone thought of him. Moreover, he was strong, not just physically, but he had a strength of will like none other, that made me want him even more.



In my life, I’ve always held the power, but with Cameron I actually wanted him to grab me forcefully, overpower me, bind and abuse me for nothing more than pleasuring himself. I wanted him to make me feel helpless, out of control. He didn’t notice me behind him, and I caught myself thinking about the dream I had about him last night.



In my dream he was a stranger. When I met him for the first time, something fell over me, some sort of power, something deep inside me. I don’t know how we made it to his house, but once inside, he stripped down in front of me, revealing a massive cock, hanging down to his knees, swinging between his thighs. But I was okay with it, just staring at it, wanting it.



He didn’t even bother starting out slow, but that’s what I wanted, he got into it quick and before I knew it he was finished with my pussy and went straight for my tight, little ass. On my back with my legs over his shoulders, I looked him in the eye as he lined up with my rosebud and in one fierce stroke he was inside me, buried all the way to the hilt.



Normally I would have cried out for help, but I didn’t care about my safety, I didn’t care that he was hurting me, but at the same time, somehow, no matter how much pain he dealt, I felt it as pleasure. My eyes opened wide, and I screamed so forcefully that my voice was cut off and I went silent. Before I could catch my breath he pulled out till just his crown was inside me and forcefully thrust into me again; my face showing the signs of pure agony with a silent scream of pleasure and terror. Before he could even think about his next actions, I finally gasped, “More… fuck me more.” This was the best sex I’ve ever had.



He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, this time without hesitation, continually thrusting in harder and faster each time, his thighs slapping my ass. He leaned forward, my legs almost touching my chest, and kissed me roughly while he pounded my tight asshole. He pulled his hands from propping himself up, and grabbed my neck.



He grasped my throat with one and then the other; putting all his weight on me and squeezed with all his strength. At first, I went along with it, grabbing his ass pulling him into me faster and harder. Then my skin began to turn blue; he looked me in the eye, lips perched out grasping for air, pushing lightly on his arms and chest for him to stop. He kept squeezing and I turned from blue to purple. I began fighting him, pushing him more fiercely, clawing, and prying at his hands, but he wouldn’t stop. The fighting intensified, but he didn’t care; he kept at my ass, over and over, plunging his length as far into me as he could, my tits shaking back and forth; then he leaned in and kissed me on my near-death, purple lips. He pulled away for a moment then back in, this time making out with me. On the brink of unconsciousness I lost control, my arms went limp, dropping to the side of me flat on the bed; but he kept kissing me.



That was the point I woke up… but Lord knows I didn’t want to. My dream left me confused; I’ve never felt like this about any one. I was angry with myself for waking up. I tried my best to return to slumber land, but it wasn’t happening. Instead, I had to settle for finishing the job myself. My thighs were dripping wet with my own sweetness, still flowing out of me, giving plenty of lube.. I laid on my back, reaching down with one hand, dipping two, then three fingers into myself, using my thumb to work my clit My other hand, I brought up to squeeze and massage a tit, causing me to moan. It didn’t take long to reach fruition after that dream.



Another swing of his arm took the monitor and everything else on the desk, with it; startling me, bringing me out of my trance. He caught a glimpse of me in the corner of his eye, “Oh shit, I didn’t know you were there, sorry.”



I walked toward him speaking softly, “Now what would you possibly have to be sorry for?” In my own head, I added the thought “Other than that thing you did to me last night,” recalling my dream.



“I shouldn’t act like this; it’s unprofessional.” He took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair as I placed my hands on his shoulders, gently massaging. “I just want this to be over. Seriously… I can’t, for the life of me, remember the last time I threw it in someone that wasn’t unconscious.”



I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Then stop, let’s take a cruiser and just go, doesn’t matter where. Let’s just get out of here…” He rested his hands on my arms, turning his head toward mine, kissing my hand. “…Get your mind off things, Lord knows you deserve it,” I added.



He sighed, “We have to get this done….” He placed his hand on my cheek, causing my mind to wander. “…only four left.”



Wanting him to wander other places with that hand, other than just my cheek, I continued, “Yeah, you’re right, we have only FOUR tries left. As a scientist and someone who wants one of them to be a success, shouldn’t you take a step back clear you mind and come back to finish this with fresh eyes?”



He sat quietly for a moment; I thought I lost him. “You’re right. We’ve been at this nonstop; we haven’t taken a break in a few years.” Holy shit, it worked. He let me go and spun around in his chair, “Are you going to be okay if I can’t… you know?”



I took a seat in his lap and gave him the tightest hug I could and whispered in his ear, “I don’t care if we have sex; I just want you to be happy.” I paused a moment and pulled away to look him in the eyes, “But mostly, I just want to spend time with you, to be with you.” I kissed him on the cheek, “I don’t care about the other stuff.” I haven’t lied like that in who knows how long. It almost made me vomit. Of course I cared, it was all I could do not to rip his clothes off and mount him right there, and if he refused? Well, we have a whole lab full of tools and medications for this very thing. I’m not above drugging a friend for sex.



While I would never admit to their contents, he would often catch me daydreaming about him, being taken fiercely right here in the lab, knocking tubes and other lab equipment off the counters just to have a place to fuck. When he would ask, in my sweetest voice I would reply, “Oh, just thinking about earth, and what it must be like now.” Or some other such bullshit.



“Really?” he asked, turning his cheek away from my lips and retuning a kiss of his own on mine. Fireworks exploded in my brain sending shivers throughout my body. My legs quivered as a wave of pleasure rushed between my thighs. I had to hold myself back from moaning, trying not to show my weakness for him.



He pulled away just enough to say that our lips weren’t touching, and then stopped. I didn’t move either; I just sat quietly taking in the moment. Cameron sighed, breathing into my mouth as he processed in his mind what was happening. He leaned in until his lips barely grazed my own, and then pulled away again. “No, I… I just…” he mumbled a few more times then slowly moved in closer.



I held as still as I could, which was difficult considering I could already feel that my panties would have been wet, had I been wearing any; all I wanted to do was fuck him. His lips touched mine once again, softly, gently. I breathed heavily for a moment causing my lips to rub against his, not kissing me, but just holding still.



“Oh my God! I can’t take this anymore,” I thought to myself, “I’m about to explode!” For a second, I thought I actually said that out loud. He wrapped his hands around my body bringing me in closer, lifted his chin and moved his head toward mine, closing the gap between our lips. I responded in kind. I’m not sure what it was, we’ve kissed and made out before but never like this. I have to wonder if it’s because it had been four years since we last engaged in something like this, though all the while since then flirting and teasing each other every day.



Our tongues pressed against each other, moving one another from side to side, from my mouth to his. Not too much tongue that he was gaging me, but just enough to get me going. I moaned into his mouth and pulled away embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to care. Without skipping a beat, Cameron pulled me back in; the old metal chair squeaking, more and more, the longer we went.



Then, out of nowhere, like being woken up with a pitcher of ice cold water, he panicked, “No I… can’t.” Pushing me off his lap, he stood up as fast as he could, like there was a fire. And there was; a fire of lust and passion that was burning inside me. My lips were so sensitive that when my leggings shifted as I stood, I nearly came. A rush of pleasure surged all over my folds, up my mound, and through my tummy. I squeezed my legs together and shivered trying to hold it back.



“FUCK!” I yelled, stepping back from him.



My anger snapped him back to reality and an apologetic look appeared on his face, “Oh shit, I’m…” He paused for a moment, “Oh God, I’m… I am so sorry. It’s just that these…” He looked around at all the bodies of the dead subjects, “I just…”



My body was still shaking, but I realized he was right, “I guess we could have picked a better room to fool around in.”



He interrupted, “I want to, I really do just… we did picked a bad time.” He took a breath and sighed, “Don’t hate me?”



I stepped back again until my back side found a counter to lean against and gave him a smirk and giggled, “No, I could never hate you.” My strength came back to my legs, and I pushed myself off the counter toward him, walking slowly, “It’s just… honey you know how to get a girl riled up, and I was up there.”



He lowered his head and stared at my crotch taking notice of my tight white leggings, “Yeah…” he scratched his head and then pointed at my thighs, “I uh… I can see that.”



“FUCK!” I screamed again placing my hands between my thighs and turned my body away from him. My face instantly turned red with embarrassment, making it warm to the touch, “Oh God, sorry.” I wasn’t wearing any panties so my juices went straight through the only layer of clothing I had. To make matters worse, I had made it a point to wear leggings three times smaller than I usually wore, to showcase as much of me as I could.



Cam laughed as he walked toward me, the space between us disappearing, “Oh darl’n.” Still laughing, he reached a hand out toward me, grabbing my arm, turning me to face him. My body turned, but my face did not; I didn’t want to look at him, my hands still covering the wet spot on my pants. He noticed my hands weren’t moving but he didn’t care, he just wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.



“The last thing you should be is embarrassed,” he said. “I should tell you, that actually just turn’s me on even more.” He kissed me on my cheek to make me feel better. It worked and my embarrassment subsided. I moved my hands up his body, rubbing his back as I went. “Plus, your pants being wet right there, just make it easier to see your… well… you know?”



I leaned back slapping him on his chest, “You fucker… what a dick.” I saw a chance to move things forward without any pressure, “Now you HAVE to make this up to me.”



Suddenly he pushed my body away from his, taking hold of only my right hand. When my body was extended all the way out from his, he pulled me toward him, spinning me around until I rolled up, cuddled close to him. He leaned me back until my hair was falling away from my body, and then leaned in to kiss me, “Deal.” He then quickly pulled me up, glanced suspiciously around the room, and said, “But… we gotta get out of here… this shit’s creeping me the hell out.”



I laughed and hugged him but was interrupted by him before I could even speak, “And, you’re right, we need to get the hell out of here. All this shit can wait. Well, I guess it CAN’T wait, but it’s going to have to.”



“That’s a good idea; plus I need to get out of these clothes.” I smiled then leaned in, kissed him once and starred into his eyes, “Come on, I’ll let you watch me change.”



We made the call to requisition a cruiser while we packed, giving them enough time to get it ready before we left. He decided to return to his own room to pack, leaving me alone for a moment. I tore off my wet pants and tossed them in the hamper. They hit with a splat.



I took my shirt and bra off and caught a glance at myself in the mirror just to make sure everything was in the right place for our trip. As I checked myself out, I couldn’t help imagining Cameron standing next to me naked, and all the places on my body he might touch. I caught myself breathing heavily as one hand made its way to my most private area.



I snapped back into reality and finished getting dressed, though part of me wanted to rub one out while he was still on my mind and my nerves were still on fire. “Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time I finger fucked myself while thinking about him,” I thought out loud, hoping he might actually be standing close enough outside my door that he could hear it.



I found myself struggling to get him out of my mind, but he had a special gift. More than just his genetic code, Cam had the gifts of sense and selflessness. Even though it may have been a burden at times, he had the sense enough to get an extra-large cock during his anti-aging therapy. Sadly, the main beneficiaries of that are all dead.



Doctor Stoddard’s discovery was based on the changing of ones DNA. This change in DNA structure allowed other chemicals in the process to take effect. During this time, depending how long their bodies take to change, we have a period of time that we can make changes elsewhere in or on our bodies. I chose intellect (how much of my brain I can use) giving me a huge advantage in education and employment.



I also chose attractiveness that enhanced all of my secondary sexual characteristics. No matter what I eat or do, I can’t gain weight excessively or at all for that matter; and when I try to lose a pound or two, I shed it almost instantly, with only one trip to the gym. It also enhanced my breasts, making them larger and fuller, as well as causes me to produce more vaginal fluids which allow for more sexual activity. My body also changed inside to allow for larger objects including the men who had the good fortune to choose a third enhancement. I definitely need to get some good use out of that one. Sadly, my body finished the anti-aging process before I could pick a third.

Cameron got lucky, his body took long enough in the process for him to choose four. There used to be no regulations on anti-aging, but when we lost 70% of our race the government put a limitation on what you could choose. Men could only choose attractiveness for a third enhancement, and since men’s bodies rarely took long enough to finish the anti-aging process, there were very few men who had larger than average members. Lucky for me though, Cameron was one of them.



He chose intellect, productivity (effects your concentration), strength (that one’s obvious), and attractiveness. Attractiveness in men effects their secondary sexually characteristics the same way; making them more appealing to the opposite sex and increasing, the size of their cocks. Also, they too produce more sexual fluids, in this case cum and precum. God! I wanted him to drown me in it.



I dropped my bag at his door as I knocked. I knocked again, and then several more times when it hit me. “He’s in the lab,” I said aloud, picking my bag up off the ground and heading toward the lab.



I stormed through the doors, “WHAT THE HELL!!” I yelled with a half-smile, “Are you not going to get ready? They called and said we can head down to the dock.”



“Oh sorry, I just had to…” I interrupted him on purpose, not letting him blow this off. “You just had to what? I’ll tell you! You just have to get your ass on that ship and come with me.” With lab supplies in hand, he turned to find me half smiling and half pissed.



The work he was concentrating on took a back seat once he saw what I was wearing. Another pair of leggings, this time black capris and, once again, a few sizes too small, showing him every curve of my legs, ass, mound and even my lips moving side to side as I walked. My top was a tight white tank that was clinging to my tummy and chest, stretching around my tits, showing I had no bra or undershirt in use.



He dropped everything in his hands, speaking at the same time, “And just like that I have reason to take a vacation.”



I stuck my chest out and turned to the side laughing, “Dam straight you do!”



He ran into two doors and a pipe overheard in the hallways, distracted, not being able to take his eyes off my shapely round ass. We finally made it to the ship; Cameron took our stuff to the main living area while I finished all the release paperwork to take the boat out. I found my way to the pilothouse, talking with Cameron the entire time, using the ships intercom, teasing and joking with each other. This made me want him even more, making the small distance separating us seem like the distance separating galaxies. Autonomously, the cruiser disengaged the clamps and slowly floated away from the dock until it could engage its engines and shoot us out into space.



We spent the first 12 hours apart. He was in engineering, setting up life support and battle and defense grids, while I was cooped up in the helm, programing navigation and the rest of the systems. I set a few destinations up for some of the more well-known places that ships dump their trash. I figured we could collect as much as we could and then just dump it in the nearest sun. Sometimes, I felt like we were the only ones in the human fleet that seemed to care about the environment, even if it wasn’t earth.



70% of your race dying at once makes a lot of room for the other 30% to move around in, but it I also means the 30% have 233% more work to do. A cruiser of this size is manageable for just two people, but it takes a lot longer to get things running smoothly. Thankfully, we had the ships intercom to communicate.



“Hey,” he said over the intercom partially truthful, partially gauging my reaction. “We might have to just stay out for a week instead of a whole month.”



“What the Hell!” I shouted, echoing through the empty ship. “You know what? That’s it; I’m setting a month long course and locking you out of the controls.”



I shut off the intercom and worked as fast as I could, knowing he’d be running up here as fast as he could. Sure enough, he pounded on the door but it was too late. I hit enter and locked him out just as he barged through the door. I screamed in laughter and turned around to see his face. He was serious, but once he saw me laughing he calmed down knowing that if he really wanted to go back that I wasn’t that mean and would probably give in.



Cameron looked around, taking in his surrounding, noticing of the giant red nebula that was in front of us as the engines spooled down, dropping us out of hyper space. I could see his brain working as he finally came to grips with the situation. I wanted to look at the marvelous view that he was privy to out the window but couldn’t take my eyes off him.



Blocking the only exit to the room, he walked toward me slowly, grinning from ear to ear, “You… little brat. I’m kind enough to come on this trip with you and maroon me like this? Stuck on this Godforsaken ship,” exaggerating for effect. As he stood above me, I screamed with delight, trying not to laugh.



He towered above me, masculine and strong, “And what are you going to do about it?” I said smirking, using one foot on the ground to twist myself in the chair from left to right. I didn’t want to force him to go faster than he could, but I also knew I couldn’t wait. Cameron was large, his member was soft, but I could see it outlined where it fell on his pants; extending down to just above his knees. I took my eyes off his face, just to look at his cock. “Holy fuck,” I said quietly, making sure he heard what I was talking about.



I bit my lip and slowly reached a hand out, thinking of all the things I wanted to try with this thing. I’ve been with a lot of men, but none who had ever been lucky enough to pick a third or even a fourth, in Cam’s case. My body responded faster than I could, I just put on a new pair of pants and already I was leaking through them. But if you were looking for someone who cared…you wouldn’t have found her in this room. I didn’t look up; I just stared, wondering if he was as on board with this excursion of sexual exploration as I was.



Without asking the question, I received an answer when I felt his cock twitch shooting a large bolt of precum the rest of the way down his pant leg. My breathing picked up and my smile faded as I ran my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I could feel the blood rushing through it, becoming harder and harder. “You’re going to have to take those pants of soon,” I thought to myself.



Not wanting to replay the event from before, I pulled my hand away and looked up at him, “I know you might not be ready, but…” I was cut off as he kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs, moving his eye’s from looking at the wet spot on my crotch up my body and staring me in the eyes. I started breathing even heavier; wanting him, needing him. My pants getting wetter and wetter as the my slit became more sensitive, taking notice to every movement of my pants as I shifted in my seat.



“Oh God,” I thought to myself, “I really hope you’re ready, because I don’t know what I’ll do.”



Now at my level, he looked me I the eyes, “We’ve talked before but… I don’t think you really ever understood.” He took my right hand with his left, and embraced my cheek with his other, “I have always loved you, ever since we accidentally killed that guy on Kantor.”



I blushed and put my head down meeting his gaze; I was nervous but this was the thing I hoped for most… above all things, and it was good. “I know you’ve been patient with me for… way too long. You did the right thing getting me off that ship, I couldn’t get mind off the work.” I just smiled and giggled, still twisting myself from one side then the other, waiting for it to hit him.



“Huh, oh my God, you knew.” I didn’t say a thing. I just grinned from ear to ear, still staring him in the eye. “That means… huh…” It all came rushing to him. “Thank you for waiting,” he leaned in, placing his head on my chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling my in tight and I ran my fingers through his hair letting him take his time. I spent the better part of two decades loving and caring for this man, and finally, his heart opened and let me in; I wasn’t about to ruin that. We stayed like this for a while, taking it all in.



He pulled his head away and looked me in the eye, “Fuck, I love you.” I smiled wide, trying to hold back the tears. He placed a hand on my cheek and moved his head closer to mine. He took a deep breath and almost yelled, “Race ya to the forward deck,” pushing me, and the chair I was sitting in, back as hard as he could. It rolled on its rusty little casters till I smashed into the wall and he bolted for the door.



I screamed while laughing, “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” I jumped to my feet running, swearing I’d defeat the bastard. “I’m coming for you bitch.”



I rounded a corner leading into the large hall just before the viewing deck. Halfway down the hall, Cam jumped out, yelling, “AH.”



I jumped back, almost hitting the wall and screaming, “YOU FUCK!.” He stepped forward, tickling me and laughing. I wanted to be pissed but I couldn’t. I hit him playfully on the chest letting him tickle me. We slowly made our way to the viewing deck; as we entered, my mind was blown. He had been busy not only setting up the outer parts of the ship but also this room.



Rose pedals thrown about the floor, candles burning throughout the room, glowing ominously, and a bed right in the middle. He’d moved in from one of the rooms on another deck. My breath was taken away, I just couldn’t believe it.



I stopped just inside the room and he kept moving till he reached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Do you like it?” He asked as I reach a hand up to place on his cheek. The other, I placed on his hands caressing my tummy. I was speechless; all I could do was to stare in amazment.



After a moment, I turned around and kissed him, not saying a word. Our lips stayed locked, our tongues fighting for ingress into one another’s mouths. I held his body close to mine as I led us slowly toward the bed.



Just when I thought I’d have to lead the entire way, which is what I was used to with the quality of man during this day and age, Cam stopped me from moving and took his time kissing me. He spun me around, out and then back in, then out again landing me on the bed. My unleashed tits flopping about under my tank; I felt everything. My nipples were rock hard and just as sensitive as the pedals between my legs, brushing against the material of my tank causing me to moan as I hit the bed.



He moved closer to me as I lay in wait, my ass barely on the edge with my feet on the ground. My pants began riding up my legs, pulling tighter on my mound and pussy. Normally, women dress this way for their man or to get attention, but I have to admit, this one was for me. The material pressed against my skin was making me squirm in place causing my leggings to rub against me. This sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.



I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to me with the monster hanging from his body. I kept picturing his massive shaft that he used to pound me, over and over from my dream. He stepped over my legs, his knees touching my thighs. I could feel my pants getting wetter, but it just turned me on even more. My pussy grew more and more sensitive, preparing to take him entirely.



Cam leaned over, ran his hands up my thighs and tummy and kissed a nipple through the fabric of my top. He continued up my neck, and then nibbled on my ear. I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander and let out a little moan.



He slid his hands up my belly and chest, bringing my tank up at the same time, exposing my tits. My nipples were rock hard and he took one into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair as he clamped onto my nipple with his teeth, moving his head away from my chest, lifting my tit with his mouth.



I moaned at the pain, but just like in my dream, it wasn’t painful at all, it was beautiful, pure pleasure. He brought a hand up and wrapped it around my neck, slightly squeezing. “Holy shit,” I thought to myself, this seems eerily familiar. It worried me because I wasn’t dreaming, but come to find out, even in real life, it’s what I wanted. Just as things picked up and his cock began to grow hard, He pulled away from me, stepping back.



Breathing heavily he blurted out, “No, I can’t.” Oh God, here we go again.



I pushed myself up on my elbows, my pant so wet; my fluids began dripping on the floor below me. My slit was sensitive and burning up, I could almost see the heat rising. “Are you okay?” I asked not really caring. “I hope I’m not pushing you.”



He rushed back to me and sat on the bed beside me and took my hand, “I’m Fucked up.”



“Duh,” I thought to myself.



“When I told you I loved you,” you’d best not be lying to me, you ass. “Well it’s true; I love the shit out of you.”



I sat up ready to demand answers, “Well then what’s the matter?” It may have sounded insensitive, but I deserved to know.



Calm and quiet he finally spoke, “Well, I wasn’t joking, I really am fucked up. I think it has to do with my chromosomes, but… all my life I’ve dealt with dark sexual thoughts of everyone, women I don’t even know. Evil, almost.”



“Go on,” I thought to myself.



“I’ve tried my best to curb these thoughts, but then these trials brought everything back in the worst way.” He took a deep breath and slid a little bit away from me. “Even right now it… it just scared me. I finally learned to control them even with the trials and everything, but then…”



He trailed off and went quiet, “Then what?” I asked sincerely.



“But then you”… he looked me in the eyes, “You happened… and for the life of me I can hardly control these feelings anymore.” He looked apologetic, “I’m so sorry, but… whenever I’m with you and we’re doing things like this, I… I just. Something deep down, something primeval, innate, wants to take over and the only thing I want to do is, tie you up and fuck you un-mercilessly.”



You have my attention. My eyes lit up and I tried to hide my excitement as he continued, “I want to choke you with my… you know. And if you get out of line I just want to… punish you in the best sort of way, making you do what I want.”



“Houston…. We do NOT have a problem!” I thought. I almost exploded in my pants right there.



I didn’t know how to tell him that he just described the perfect date, so I just did the only thing I could think of to show him it was okay. Without saying a word, I just looked him in the eyes and scooted closer to him on the bed, placing a hand on his leg. I sat quietly staring at him for a moment then reach my arms up around his neck, slowly turning my body toward his, hugging him tight as I laid us both down on the bed. I lifted my head up just enough to kiss him and stopped just before our lips touched and breathed into his mouth. I closed the gap, letting my lips gently caress his then made the full connection.



I pulled my lips away for a reason, “Then do it.”



Cameron looked confused, “What do you mean?”



I kissed him once on the lips, “Make me do what you want. I mean… I don’t want you to go to far or anything but, as long as you control yourself enough.”



A small smile appeared on his lips, “Really? But the last thing I’d want to do is hurt you.”



I smiled back even bigger, “Hell yes really, you can’t even imagine the fucked up shit I’ve dreamt of you doing to me. I’ve always wanted to tell you but, I didn’t know how.”



He giggled; it was so cute, “Are you fucking serious? But what if I go too far?”



“Then stop, you’ll know when.” I placed my hand on his cheek and kissed him, forcing my tongue inside, moaning into his mouth.



I lay on top of him, pressing my tits into his body, grinding my hips on his leg. I could feel his member slowly getting hard, moving upward, and pressing against my leg. “Come on, let’s let that thing loose… unleash the fury.”



I stood up, stooping over him, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them downward as he lifted his hips. As I pulled them down I could see his secret being revealed. First his clean shaven mound, then the base of his shaft. “Man that’s thick,” I thought to myself as I kept going revealing more and more of his length, no matter how far his pants came down, his cock just kept going. I thought to myself again, “Holy fuck, I can’t even find the tip.” Thinking this was going to take a while, I knelt down between his legs.



His pants finally made it to his knees and his crown fell from the edge of his pants and flopped on the bed. I placed my hands over my mouth and gasped, “Oh fuck.”



Flexing those gorgeous abs, Cam sat up to look at me with a smile, “What? Is something wrong?”



I shook my head and laughed, “Oh God no… nothing wrong at all.” I just stared at it, not knowing whether or not I should touch it.



Finally I reached out a hand, running my fingers over his tip and asked, “How the fuck do you even move with this thing in your pants?”



He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, I don’t really notice it.”



Well I sure did, “This is incredible,” I whispered, placing my other hand on his shaft, rubbing his length hopping to God it would fill up with blood fast. Still fondling his tip, it started to flow with precum. His shaft twitched with the beat of his heart as blood rushed through his body. Harder and harder it grew, with more precum flowing; as was I.



Still stroking his shaft, it raised straight up then flopped down onto his chest, throwing precum up onto his neck. At full length, it reached just above his strenum. I leaned in and kissed the base of his shaft. Still stroking him, I kissed up his shaft till I reached his chest and licked his fluids off his neck as I laid next to him on the bed.



He wrapped one arm around me while I used my free hand to stroke his length. Gathering up some precum off his chest to use for lube, I slowly stroked him from root to tip. I took a small break to rip my clothes off and then resumed my position at his side, kissing up his neck, nibbling his ear. His cock twitched and with my hand at his root I felt the precum rushing through him. I leaned up, placing my face in front of his, taking a thick rope of precum in the mouth…. And it was good. Not like any precum I’ve ever tasted. I can’t wait for his actual cum; I wanted more.



I moaned and kissed his tip, “God,” A girl can get used to this. I kissed his tip again and slowly wrapped my lips around his swollen crown. It barely fit, just enough room to run my tongue across his slit causing him to moan, sending another amazing shot of precum in my mouth, hitting me in the back of the throat. I swallowed greedily, wanting another. I tried to put more of him into my mouth but was unsuccessful. I felt him place a hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me forward; I could still breathe through my nose, so I let him. He kept pressure on me; his tip sliding deeper into my mouth till is stopped, hitting the back of my throat. “This is amazing,” I thought, “I need more.



Keeping my mouth on him, I knelt on the bed straddling his chest, repositioning myself for a better angle.



“This was amazing,” I thought. “I barely even have to bend over”.



With a better angle, I bobbed up and down on his cock, hitting the back of my throat over and over, praying for more precum.



Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, he finally reached a hand around and rubbed my pussy, slowly dipping a finger in, then two. I scooted back, lining his mouth up for entry. My hands flying over the length of his shaft, his cock twitching with delight. His tongue was flying over my clit, making me moan. I didn’t know how I was lasting this long. I was getting closer but he beat me too it.

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