I opened up the door, tummy churning. My sand dropped as Serah saw me and smiled, widely and broadly.

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the way with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must deliver felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smiling began to blow over. Her sass still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to occupy with worries.

`` We need to blab, Serah. ``

separation are nasty. I did n't need to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me untimely : around 5'6 with a voluptuous consistency that was pillowy and soft around the tits and arse, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, smooth legs, and a pussy she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the girl had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the night with the impulse, I could bet on being able to awake her with two finger's breadth between her leg and get a good reply.

You can probably tell, I have some regrets. Or rather, some misgivings. But personally ? The fille was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any variety of running gag she could give. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the green-eyed case. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to take a shit you jealous. Not lusting after somebody else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well shot of Serah, but I knew there were going to be some things that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a coup d'oeil of her dresser heaving through sobs, some of living 's not-so-little sumptuousness.

I 'll save you the emotional contingent. I was cold, while she tried to wrestle some kind of affection from me, some kind of apologia perhaps. I should really own walked out after delivering the dissolution, but perhaps my boldness failed me. At any pace, it left me stood here like a gimp while she cried. The emotions were n't hitting me yet- perhaps they never would- so I was stood instead wondering if her housemates were getting back soon, and if it would be awkward trying to go away once they were. If they 'd take up a scene too. This was where matter got a fiddling strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a daydreamer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this insulation I 'd been feeling recently was in division from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My daydreaming were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to imagine them, vividly. I imagined the smaller of the two, porky trivial Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some meter before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale lilliputian boob knotted and her plump tail up and on show ... I imagined her upstairs from this very room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some mingled formula of disgust and confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a boner while breaking up with person ? No, no- I was stood just as Stoic and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched look in confusion, her lugubriousness apparently briefly set aside. `` naught. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my little castle in Spain ? No way. I thought about it again, about piddling Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue oculus ... Proportioned like a round, chubby baby, but with none of the innocence ...

Serah was watching me with that same uncanny manifestation. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a fiddling innervation into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't know. I thought you ... I thought you said something. ``

`` Yeah ? I did n't say anything. '' She looked back up at me, and when she met my oculus again I raised one eyebrow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three dactyl. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my mind ? Was I projecting my thoughts ? This was insane.

`` I need a swallow. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the room purposefully. Once I was out on the hallway with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a piddling nervous, if Serah was developing psychic top executive ... there were definitely things from the hold up twosome of weeks I did n't want her to know about ! But I felt weirdly convinced.

I leaned over the little swallow hole in her bathroom and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little water at a prison term between my lips. I wanted to try out with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the room. Serah had composed herself back into her masquerade of sadness. I wondered how much of it was genuine now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to work ? I had a feeling, a kind of working theory based on instinct. A mates of times since my reverie had gotten out of manus, I had noticed other people gazing glassily at wherever my care was focused. I 'd observe it to be a strange co-occurrence, but now those little recollections were exciting and a little scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the Saame time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't need me to go. I imagined the interior of her mind, and something crazy happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her idea. I felt her relief at my going away, because whatever she had just seen or heard or ... or experienced, about Sam ... it had shaken her, and she needed to think about it ... she wanted me to go, I could experience that ...

But then I felt the other view, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, you want him to stay. I licked my sass.

`` What is it ? '' I said aloud.

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to stay, I broadcast. You want me to persist, and you will do anything to realise sure as shooting I do.

`` stay, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an eyebrow again.

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and more desire for me to stay. I started building a scenario in her mind, some melodic theme to try and keep back me here.

`` Please ... please stay. I 'll, '' she hesitated, and licked her lips lightly, `` I 'll do anything to hold you here. ``

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't sleep together what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and confusion. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't want this to be mussy. ``

`` No strings, '' she said in an almost whisper. I felt a stirring of guilt, seeing how run afoul she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my program notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could bide just a fiddling piece, then. '' I said, letting the shade of a smiling touch my lips. I continued to broadcast, letting the building heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some uncertainty in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to demand to drive her to do something way out of character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking unsealed. She was wearing a denim annulus that buttoned up the incline, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a Light flannel shirt in blues and Bolshevik. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now large dark pools over a small-grained face and juicy red sassing.

She began to blunder at her button on her shirt. I closed the space between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to manage the shirt. Her knocker were hanging out visibly, barely held in office by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the pantie she had on. I tugged the panty down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her keister cheeks and found her slit sass, two thick lines that pursed almost like a Ameiurus Melas. I leaned in end and inhaled, then darted a tongue over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made short work of her bra holdfast, and had those soft build free and bouncing in mo. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my dick, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her pussy, and she shuddered. I could still sense how conflicted she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a little, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping hole all over her private parts, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my tool inside.

Warm, wet and delicious. Serah panted like a dog in estrus, while I reached around and fondled the top of her Monday and her clitoris, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingers still moist with her succus, I spread her cheeks to look down at her little brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm channel that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over meter that short hole, so penny-pinching and yet so far, had become a Sangraal for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger heading close to it, just graze the alteration in grain and brush against the puckered little maw. She 'd always squirm away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in fascination as it almost breathed in response, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could feel, from the strange little corridor into her thinker, that she was terrified of giving that component of herself over.

`` Do you desire this ? '' I asked, as my finger pressed a little more firmly against that little knot of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should respond.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her judgment doing incredible acrobatics around me to rationalize that short answer.

I poked my finger into her defecator slowly, feeling the little band contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's mind was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The taboo she had built up for herself, the release of control- even if she did n't realise it was me taking the ascendence away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the solitary one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her kitty gripped my dick and my finger reamed her little asshole, blowing away much of the resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a lot, that I was about to lose mastery and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a safe on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to blow my load and take her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't need the tortuousness of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast idea without me saying a Book. She had never wanted to suck dick, our entire human relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her articulatio genus and lunged, wrapping her lips around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the totally length and working the shaft, bobbing her head along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her cunt as she started to wax onto the balls of her base. Once she had headroom from the flooring she went for her buttocks as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go nuts like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her capitulum off my peter, then watched rope after rope splatter out all over her human face and those great soft tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my think broadcast, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my judgment was different now though- the changes I had made were there to stay, it seemed.

`` I 'm going. '' I said. `` But I 'll see you again soon. ``

Serah looked up at me, confusion there on her side alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .