I opened up the door, stomach churning. My catgut 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 have felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to fade. Her mouth still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to satisfy with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

breakup are nasty. I did n't need to offend Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrong : around 5'6 with a juicy body that was pillowy and easygoing around the tits and arse, but still some form of taut around her waistline. Long, polish legs, and a pussycat she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the daughter had an appetence. It used to be that if I woke in the nighttime with the impulse, I could bet on being able to come alive her with two finger between her legs and get a well reaction.

You can probably evidence, I have some regrets. Or rather, some qualm. But personally ? The girlfriend was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any form of running put-on she could show. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching person trying to make you jealous. Not lusting after someone else, but rather just pretending to, for a response. 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 glance of her dresser heave through whoreson, some of sprightliness 's not-so-little sumptuousness.

I 'll spare you the emotional details. I was cold, while she tried to worm some variety of affection from me, some kind of apologia 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 claudication 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 part a scene too. This was where things got a little 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 part from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My daydream were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to reckon them, vividly. I imagined the belittled of the two, porky trivial Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale little titties knotted and her plump arse up and on display ... I imagined her upstairs from this very elbow room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

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

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched face in muddiness, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my little 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, blue eyes ... Proportioned like a round, chubby baby, but with none of the innocence ...

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a minuscule irritation into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't do it. 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 optic again I raised one eyebrow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three digits. Serah audibly gasped.

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

`` I need a drunkenness. '' 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 little nervous, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely affair from the last yoke of workweek I did n't want her to know about ! But I felt weirdly sure-footed.

I leaned over the little swallow hole in her bathroom and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a picayune water at a time 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 mask 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 mold ? I had a feeling, a kind of working theory based on instinct. A span of clip since my daydreaming had gotten out of deal, I had noticed other masses gazing glassily at wherever my care was focused. I 'd found it to be a strange concurrence, but now those piddling recollections were exciting and a little scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

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

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. I felt her relief at my departure, 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 feel that ...

But then I felt the former thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a unlike texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, you want him to stay on. I licked my brim.

`` 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 stay, and you will do anything to make certain I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast Thomas More and Sir Thomas More desire for me to persist. I started building a scenario in her psyche, some idea to try and keep me here.

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

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

`` No drawstring, '' she said in an almost rustling. I felt a stirring of guilt, seeing how infringe she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my broadcast notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could ride out just a little piece, then. '' I said, letting the ghost of a grinning bear upon my lips. I continued to circulate, letting the building heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some dubiety in my creative thinker that this was me affecting her. I was going to want to push her to do something way out of character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking unsure. She was wearing a jean skirt that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a light washcloth shirt in blue devil and red. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy dark pools over a powdered look and juicy red lip.

She began to fuck up at her push button on her shirt. I closed the aloofness between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim dame, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to manage the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in shoes by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the step-in 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 nerve and found her pussy sassing, two thick lines that pursed almost like a moue. I leaned in cheeseparing 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 abruptly work of her bra fastener, and had those balmy physique free and bouncing in moments. 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 prick, and she shuddered. I could still feel how contravene 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 genitals, 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 mons and her clit, still driving away at her with wildness. With my digit still moist with her succus, I spread her impudence to look down at her little Robert Brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm line that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a affair denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that slight mess, so near and yet so far, had become a Sangraal for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger drift close to it, just graze the change in grain and thicket against the puckered little hole. She 'd always twist away artfully.

This time I brushed one digit 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 experience, from the strange little corridor into her mind, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my finger's breadth pressed a little more firmly against that little nautical mile of hers, and my mental imagery broadcast what it was she should answer.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her idea doing incredible acrobatics around me to justify that trivial answer.

I poked my fingerbreadth into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring declaration 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 expiration 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 only one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her pussy gripped my dick and my finger reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the resistor in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too much, that I was about to mislay ascendance 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 satiate her up. I wanted to provide her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't need the complication of a sister.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my programme idea without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck dick, our intact relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her stifle and lunged, wrapping her lips around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the shaft, bobbing her drumhead along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a mum programme, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her slit as she started to climb onto the Ball of her feet. Once she had clearance from the floor she went for her bum as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

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

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my ideate broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my creative thinker was different now though- the alteration 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 face alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .