1. Love, lies, and the apocalypse


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    a delicious semi-colon. The boiling tube in her half-hand seemed to shrug its tiny shoulders. She twitched her half-ears and giggled. 'Think of it as an experiment.' 'What if it breaks?' 'Then I'll be doubly fucked. And I'll make you explain it to Doc. So make sure it doesn't happen.' Reaching out, I accepted its meagre weight then placed the cold rounded glass against her hot dripping lips. Clenched loins denied entry. 'Hey! I said...' 'Relax! I heard you. Just testing. Lubing it up too. It'll need lube.' As if to consciously substantiate my sexual wisdom, the smooth tube slid into her wet pussy with barely a hint of friction. 'Mmm, yeah. Okay, babe. You know best...' The two cocks - the hot, vibrant fleshy and the cold, unforgiving vitreous - now rested against their allotted orifices. 'Keep still, baby. Dead still. I'll do the fucking. We don't want any,' in they both went, side by side, in one swift fluid motion, 'accidents, do we?' 'Oh, oh, oh, fuck...' Boiling tubes are tough, built for the job, but I reckoned none had ever experienced heat and pressure such as this. With both her holes stretched, her half hand was attending to the more natural of her entrances and tirelessly toying with her clitoris. She maintained that the novelty of her depleted limb somehow enhanced the pleasure it gave, and who was I to argue: I loved to be wanked by it, experienced a similar unfamiliarity that quickly had me teetering on the edge. She suddenly cried out. 'I'm cumming, baby. Don't ...
    stop. Please! Yes! No! Nnggg! Don't you ever fucking stop fucking me!' As her cutting squeals of joy subsided, I whipped out both intruders, pressed the eye of one to the mouth of the other then pulled back on the living flesh and waited for the inevitable. Pleasure momentarily boiled my body to spirit, yet my frozen eyes were transfixed by the throbbing corporeal. Loins pulsed. Milky juice squirted. Five, six, seven times. The slick, wide tube swallowed every drop. When I was certain my balls were empty, I held the glass up to eye-level. 'Fifteen cc's. Mmm. Better mark that on your graph as an anomaly, Doctor Sparrow: it is well beyond the expected range.' 'Then I will fix it, Professor Drake, like I fix everything around here.' After wiping her half-hand on the pillow, she stole the tube from me. I protested. 'Save some for me, honey...' But she wasn't drinking. Not just yet. Twisting her spine, she turned her face to the ceiling and - without spilling a single molecule of its cummy contents - slid the tube deep into her throat. On its deliciously slow egress, smacking lips sucked the fucker clean. Words simply spilled from me. 'I love you, Mia Sparrow.' Smiling, she raised the neck of the tube to her lovely lips and sipped, eyed the contents again then sipped some more, savouring each and every glutinous globule. 'Mmm, fuck. You taste so good. Too good to fucking share!' The glass tipped and in a half-second the bulk of the tube's contents were gone. Rolling over, she lay ...
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