Let the redhead up so she can get the car
From Create Your Own Story
For a moment, you hold your arms where they've crept around her. Then you go cheerfully limp, limbs flopping to the ground. "Okay."
The redhead gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, says softly Thank you, ducky, and pulls off you, entirely too quickly, though she moves with care.
Staring up into the golden blue sky, you wistfully expect the euphoria to dissipate, but oddly you do not feel any less happy. The golden blue stays, coralesces overhead. A moment of sweet, mild agony buzzes over your stomach as your cockhead pops out of her, then smooths out like a swimming pool, hovering above your gladly splayed limbs.
"Tell you what, sugar," says your departing cock to the redhead's bottom, "You be the backside. I'll just be back."
"You say the cutest things when you're able to talk," says the redhead's bottom in a dulcet voice.
"Stop it," says the redhead. She stands gingerly, being a redhead, and limps a step. "Oog. First I twist my ankle and now this. What next? Crutches?"
You shift your gaze from the supercromulent sky to the redhead's body. You are about to imagine her with crutches but first you will merely soak her in. Her dress is pretending to be an ass-skirt, her thighs descending from the frilly hem like UFOs, twin shining proofs not only of intelligent life on other planets, but that they play games like Twister; her exposed boob orbiting her dress, the sleeve clinging to her bicep like a daffodil; her shoulder as white as a pearl; her cheeks and green eyes glowing through her mussed locks like confusticated crossing lights.
Then you imagine her naked in a plaster cast, leaning on crutches. It is totally badass.
"Ducky, what? I'm going."
"If you need crutches I'll carry you wherever you need. Long as you don't mind being buck naked."
A softness passes over her face. "You are way too happy." Then she freezes, looking down between your legs. Your cock still pokes up, the cornfield wind teasing it, but that's not what she's looking at. A smirk eases itself across her lips like Barry White. A mirroring one dreamily syncopates along yours like Barry Manilow. "Ducky! You, ah.." She starts to laugh, her words dissembling into giggles like senators caught with their pants down.
"..You have a cob in your ass!"
You smile. It all makes sense. It doesn't make any sense. And then you realize, that's what makes it make sense. She slips her breast back inside her dress and pulls up her sleeve. She kneels over you, stops giggling for the moment that she takes your chin in her hand, kisses your mouth. "I did feel.. it, ducky. I don't know what it was but I did.
"Maybe it was.. aliens?" she says gleefully, twiddles her fingers at you, and hops off toward the road.
You reach your hand past your cock, brushing it slightly with your fingers, then tenderly between your legs and past your balls. There is.. indeed something hard there.. in your ass. You prod it ever so lightly, and gasp as stars are born deep inside your hippocampus, and race or jump or vibrate back and forth through the hyperspace between your temporal lobes, singing like angels.
Ooh. You are going to be useless to reality as long as you have that in your butt.
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| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
