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

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the room with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must take felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to fade. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to fill with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

Breakups are cruddy. I did n't desire to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me amiss : around 5'6 with a voluptuous torso that was pillowy and cushy around the tits and rear, 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 dark with the itch, I could count on being able to wake up her with two fingerbreadth between her wooden leg and get a goodness response.

You can probably tell, I have some regrets. Or rather, some misgivings. But personally ? The missy was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running gag she could establish. I never minded her flirting with former Guy ; I 'm not the jealous eccentric. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to get to you jealous. Not lusting after someone 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 glimpse of her chest heaving through son of a bitch, some of life story 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the emotional details. I was cold, while she tried to worm some variety of affection from me, some form of apology perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the breakup, but perhaps my nerve failed me. At any rate, 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 leave once they were. If they 'd take up a scene too. This was where things got a short strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a woolgatherer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this disengagement I 'd been feeling recently was in component part from that strange percentage of me suddenly doubling down. My daydreams were out of paw : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to imagine them, vividly. I imagined the smaller of the two, porky piffling Samantha. I surmise Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale lilliputian titties knotted and her plump buns up and on exhibit ... 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 facial expression of disgust and mental confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a boner while breaking up with mortal ? No, no- I was stood just as stoic and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched case in disarray, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` zippo. Wyrd. ``

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

Serah was watching me with that Sami weird expression. I met her regard, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a picayune soreness into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't recognize. 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 eyes again I raised one brow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three fingerbreadth. Serah audibly gasped.

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

`` I need a drink. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the way purposefully. Once I was out on the hall with the doorway closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a little nervous, if Serah was developing psychic power ... there were definitely affair from the last duet of weeks I did n't want her to recognize about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the little cesspool in her bathroom and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little piss at a time between my rim. I wanted to experiment with this. I had to experiment with it.

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

How was this going to knead ? I had a spirit, a kind of working theory based on instinct. A couple of clip since my castle in Spain had gotten out of hand, I had noticed early multitude gazing glassily at wherever my care was focused. I 'd found it to be a strange coincidence, but now those little recollections were exciting and a piddling scarey. I was broadcasting thought !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's center. At the same time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't require me to go. I imagined the inside of her idea, and something softheaded happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her head. I felt her succor 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 conceive about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the other thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a unlike texture, but they were simple- check, stop, 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 appease, and you will do anything to pass water sure I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't mean I should. '' Again, I broadcast Thomas More and more desire for me to stay. I started building a scenario in her thinker, some approximation to try and go on me here.

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

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't have it off 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 rustle. I felt a inspiration of guilt, seeing how run afoul she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the accuracy of that, built up of my broadcast notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could last out just a minuscule while, then. '' I said, letting the wraith of a grin touch my lips. I continued to diffuse, letting the building heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some dubiousness in my brain that this was me affecting her. I was going to postulate to push her to do something way out of character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the incline, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a sluttish tweed shirt in blue devil and reds. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy shadow pools over a powdery boldness and juicy red lips.

She began to muck up at her buttons on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the prison term it took her to manage the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in spot by a lacy minuscule bra that I could see matched the panties she had on. I tugged the panties down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her arse cheeks and found her twat lip, two thick lines that pursed almost like a pout. I leaned in close 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 body of work of her bra fastener, and had those balmy shapes absolve and bouncing in moments. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my gumshoe, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her dent, and she shuddered. I could still experience how infringe 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 cakehole all over her genital organ, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and delicious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her Mon and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my digit still moist with her juices, I spread her cheeks to look down at her short browned rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm blood line 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 fourth dimension that small hole, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a digit trend close to it, just crop the change in grain and brush against the tuck piffling cakehole. She 'd always wrestle away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in enchantment as it almost breathed in reaction, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could experience, from the foreign little corridor into her mind, that she was terrified of giving that character of herself over.

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

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her mind doing incredible tumbling around me to justify that little answer.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring declaration tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's intellect was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The tabu she had built up for herself, the red of control- even if she did n't realise it was me taking the control away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the exclusively one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her pussy gripped my gumshoe and my fingerbreadth reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the impedance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too much, that I was about to lose control condition and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to blow my lading and fill her up. I wanted to lead her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the oral contraceptive, and I did n't call for the complication of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my programme idea without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck pecker, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her human knee and lunged, wrapping her lips around my hammer. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the hale length and working the dick, bobbing her school principal along it. Another approximation occurred to me.

Again prompted by a soundless broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her pussy as she started to climb onto the nut of her feet. Once she had clearance from the story she went for her arse as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go nut like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her head off my dick, then watched rope after rope splatter out all over her face and those cracking soft tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my think broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my mind was dissimilar now though- the modification I had made were there to stick, it seemed.

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

Serah looked up at me, discombobulation there on her face alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .