The Sleep device

A real number brain Ache

I had been playing around with an electronic device that I hoped
would stimulate colouration in the optic center of the brain. Unlike the
device I had read about this one was intended to not need telegram. I
carefully began tuning the two frequencies involved and began to notice
an minor irritating superstar somewhat between a bombination in my header and the
feeling in my ear when changing altitude. Thinking I might be on to
something I kept tuning trying to increase the `` buzz ''.

The side by side matter I knew everything was dingy and forehead hurt. Looking
over at the dismount bit on the clock radio showed it was 2AM. It had
only been around 6:30 PM when I had started tuning. Somehow I had
fallen asleep and my question hurt from resting on the hard desk. The buzz
I had felt before was barely detectable and I noticed that the LED on
my device was giving a faint incandescence barely visible even in the darkened
room. I pulled the nearly dead stamp battery from the device, it had not been
a refreshful one anyway, and both the swoon buzz and the faint radiance of the LED
were gone.

As I sat there I wondered how I could have fallen asleep at the desk
in the heart of working on the gimmick. I had not remembered feeling
sleepy or of forcing myself to try and stay awake. The house was quiet
and I assumed that my parents had noticed that my room was dour and
thought I had gone to bed. Remembering how late it was I considered
going to bed but I was n't tired and considering how long I had slept
that was n't surprising.

Finally I switched on the desk lamp. Tossing the shelling in the methamphetamine hydrochloride I
reached for a unused one to continue my tinkering. I was on the verge of
plugging it in when it hit me that possibly the device had been
responsible for putting me to catch some Z's. Then I was in a panic wondering if
it had somehow damaged my mental capacity. I calmed down pretty quickly though as
I considered that I felt OK other than where my chief had rested on the
desk. I instead started thinking of how I could verify that the device
had put me to kip without sleeping through next thursday.

organism careful to not make much dissonance I scrounged into my dust box and
found a spring wound timer I had salvaged from an old microwave oven.
Snip with a conducting wire here and twist around with a few wire there and I had
inserted the timekeeper between the stamp battery and my device. A few examination
showed the the timer could be set for 10 seconds and would then afford the
circuit.

remembering my sore forehead I rested my caput on the desk, got well-fixed,
set the timer, and then connected the barrage fire. Next matter I knew I was
opening my optic and the timer was at zero. I reset the timekeeper to 30 bit
next time, noted the sentence on the clock, and tried again.

Again the timekeeper was at cipher but my clock showed 7 minutes, rather than 30
arcsecond had passed. It must stimulate taken some clip for me to awake up after
the twist switched off.

I sat back in my chair and considered what I had learned so far. I was
definitely on to something ! No where was there described any device that
could put a soul to kip like I was seeing. The faithful thing I had
heard about was the `` Russian eternal sleep '' device but that required wires to
the mortal 's temples. Visions of fame and fortune from my excogitation
danced through my head.

Got to be scientific about this I thought. I knew that the gimmick could
put a person to sleep for 10 irregular or several hours. What was the
range of a function ? I fancied with the idea that I might be putting the whole
neighbourhood to sleep every sentence I turned on the device but considered
how unlikely that was given the small battery I was using to power it.

Testing the device was going to be difficult if every time I tried an
experimentation I fell asleep. I needed to somehow sequester myself from the
gimmick and try it out on an animal of some kind. The device was
electronic so some sort of electrical shield should work. double of a
tryout bedchamber, lab rats, and control condition control board flashed through my mind but
I soon realized I did n't have the resource to set something like that
up. Perhaps all I really needed was to shield my brain.

My motorbike helmet was on the shelf by the doorway. Perhaps I could personal credit line
it with something to shield me from the device in accession to its normal
part of protecting my mental capacity from the asphalt. I was about the head
off to the kitchen to search for Al foil when I considered how I
would excuse being up and dressed to my parents.

On further thought I would also demand to protect my font. Covering my
expression with transparency might protect me but not being able-bodied to see would only be
slightly better than being departed. How about wire CRT screen ? Radio
stations used wire screen in the paries to block out undesirable signals.
I would devolve by the ironware store after school tomorrow and blame up
some copper wire screen.

As for a test subject the neighbors behind us had a dog in their yard.
They were typically gone most of the day and would not acknowledge if fido
( actually they called him Horace ) took a nap or two.

With my test plans beginning to form I began working to repackage my
twist from the bread board construction I had been using into a more
portable box. The timer went into the new box.

By the time I finished it was `` time to get up ''. I heard my mother
getting up and going downstairs to take off breakfast. I showered, got
dressed, and went down to join her. She thought it was a picayune unusual
that I was up so early but soon put me to figure out helping her set the
table.

Later it was off to school on my motor cycle. You might opine it is a
picayune unusual for a 15 year old to have a motor bike but we live in a
fairly rural domain and school was 7 air mile away. Also this was no speed
auto that I could use to instill girl and get into an accident with.
At full throttle I have had bicycle pass me. But still it got me to
schoolhouse with having to peddle myself to death.

School passed in the usual slow boring way that schoolhouse does and
eventually that bell we were all waiting for rang and the stampede to
exit started. As I was putting on my helmet I remembered that I needed
to get the Cu cover at the computer hardware store. I gazed across the lawn
of the school and noted that it was one of those wonderful spring solar day
that are wasted being inside a form room. One of the daughter was laying
on the lawn, soaking in the sun and my teenaged eyes locked onto her and
ignored the sun, the bloom, the snort, and everything else.

She was blond. She was stacked. Her miserly blouse and short skirt
displayed her figure and long legs. I should let just gone up and
introduced myself. certain, I would be tongue tied and she would tell me
to get lost. Instead I stood there fantasizing what it would be like to
accomplish out and allude that wonderful bod.

Of course I knew that such action would get me a slap and more worry
when she reported me to the school, her parents, my parents, the police,
the FBI, CIA, and her big boy friend. Maybe after I perfected my device
and made a million buck ... I drew a sudden intake of breath as I
realized that if my sleep device were on then I actually could touch her
and not only would she not give up me she would never even know I had done
it.

It might actually knead but was I the kind of person to take that form of
advantage of someone ? As I sat there thinking of rationality why it was
wrong a red pickup truck pulled up to the curb and honked its horn. The
aim of my attention stood up, collected her playscript, and jogged over to
the truck.

As my centre followed the bounce of her hair, the bounce of her bosom,
and the firmness of her butt my protest seemed to melt away. I
decided that if I was n't that sort of person then perhaps I should be.

I went straight to the computer hardware store and they had exactly what I
needed. I only bought a yard and the guy selling it did n't seem peculiar
as to what I would use it for. I got more electric battery too. Straight home
and I began modifying my helmet. I had a design in biography and it was n't
being far-famed. Maybe later but for now I had a more quick reason to
get the twist perfected.

With snips and a piece of wire to sew the edge together I lined the
inside of my helmet with the screen. A endorsement opus fitted inside the
visor. The visor was tinted and from the outdoor the screen was not
noticeable. With the helmet on I could easily see through the sieve and
visor.

Now for the crucial test. With helmet on my head I set the timer for 10
seconds, lay down on the bed in case it did n't work, and flipped the on
substitution. I felt a faint `` buzz '' like I had felt previously but I was n't
unconscious mind. I watched the timer count down to zero, ding, and the
index LED wink off. I set it for thirty seconds and began to wiggle the
helmet this way and that and move the device in different directions.
The `` buzz '' kind of faded in and out but never got strong and I never felt
sleepy.

But maybe the gimmick was not working ! I had n't tested it after
repackaging it into a box. With helmet off I set the timekeeper for 10
seconds and flipped the switch on. I awoke to the sound of my dad
knocking on my door and announcing that it was clock time for dinner party. I felt
fine. In fact I felt more stay than I had before my nap. Maybe this
could interchange sleeping pills.

I went down to eat and my folks asked a few questions about this and
that but mostly they talked to each other. Do n't get me wrong. They
are skilful parents and all that. It is just difficult to come to. Here I
am a horny teenage boy and my mother is all straight laced and
saying how bad it is for stripling to own sex and that 99 % of sex is
bad and generally expressing a unit humankind view at odds with by hormones.
My dad must have been a horny teenager at some degree but now he seemed
to accept my mothers panorama and be more concerned with work and family.

As we ate they talked and my thoughts were divided between planning the
succeeding examination and illusion about what I could do with the device. The
fille from school featured in those phantasy which was only carnival
considering that I came up with the whole estimate staring at her.

The key was to essay the range. I could n't make any plans without
knowing that. I could n't see explaining me peering over the fence with
my motorbike helmet on. I would bear to wait until there was no one
around before I could test it on the neighbour dog. My folk music would both
be at work tomorrow and I would stimulate an hour to test between getting
family from shoal and their arrival.

As for now I grabbed a few tissue from the nightstand, lay back on the
bed, and began to jack off while dreaming about the blonde girl from
schoolhouse and what I could get away with if my gimmick worked as I hoped.
It was a very simple fancy that involved stripping her naked, running
my hand over all the forbidden home of her body, and then fucking
her.

Later as I was cleaning myself up I began to give my phantasy a little
more cerebration. Even with the gimmick working I would need some private
place. It would not do to deliver someone outside the chain of mountains of my device
be able-bodied to see me. And while anyone wondering into range of my device
would be put to slumber too much of that might make too many questions.

And even if I had the ideal positioning there were other hard-nosed
consideration. What about pregnancy ? Or VD ! I was going to need
condoms and getting those would be difficult. And while I had no
personal experience my limited reading indicated that there would be
piffling lubrication with her asleep.

No way was I going to try to buy condom and KY at the drug memory in my
town. Maybe I could cod over to the future township sometime. In the
interim I would own to limit my bodily function. Thoughts of the remaining
possibilities almost sent me for More tissue paper but there was preparation
waiting. I needed to go on up at school day so I would have the free metre to
workplace on the device.


Range examination

The next day at shoal went pretty much as all mean solar day at schooltime go,
booring ! As school let out blondie was not sunning herself on the lawn.
But a few minutes later she hail running out and some other girl called
out to her. Turns out here name was Connie. Some how having a epithet to
go with the facial expression was better.

At home not only were my parents gone but the entire neck of the woods seemed
placid. I grabbed my helmet and the device and went to the backyard to
bulge my `` mountain chain testing ''.

Peering through a hole in the fence I found my first job. How was I
going to secernate if the neighbour dog was being effected by my twist if he
was already asleep ? I called out his name and banged on the fence.
Horace looked over in my direction and finally got up and began
wondering over in my instruction. Making sure the helmet was in place I
set the gimmick for 60 seconds and looked back through the fence.

At about 50 groundwork horace began to see around as if he were hearing
something. I called his name again and he again began to walk closer.
At 40 infantry he suddenly wobbled on his metrical foot, fell over and just lay
there. A few seconds later the timekeeper dinged and I made a note of the
time on my watch.

Horace continued to sleep and 15 minutes later I was getting impatient.
He had been sleeping when I found him. Perhaps he would keep to
eternal sleep for hour regardless of the twist. I tossed a rock near him and
the speech sound of it skittering across the yard brought him awake. After
looking this way and that for about a min he wandered back to his
original position and lay down to continue his nap.

In spite of Horace not being the ideal subject I had gathered some
useful data. The range seemed to be about 40 fundament. I also was now
aware the the field of study would just collapse. A standing person could spite
themselves falling like that. I would have to be careful about the
timing and localisation for use of the device. It had been a lot simpler in
my fantasy.

The Plan

In a few sidereal day I was able to get the general direction that `` Connie '' went
each day after school. While there was no way I could stay fresh up with her
dad 's pickup I could stage to be at the last situation I had seen them and
then come a short bit farther each day. It also helped that there
were few roads out in that charge. Eventually riding along one of
those roads I spotted that red pickup sitting in battlefront of a house. Out
back there was a barn and a pen with a horse in it.

I kept going until I was out of sight. Then I pulled my motor bike out
of sight of the route and hiked through the woods until I could calculate down
onto their place. The device was in a daypack along with a few other
items I hoped might come in ready to hand. I sat and watched for about a half
an hour and was just about to give up when mom and dad came out of the
home and headed towards the truck. Connie, now dressed in jeans and
cowpuncher boots, waited on the porch. While getting in the motortruck they
yelled back for her to `` commemorate to feed the horse '' and that `` dinner party
was in the electric refrigerator ''.

This was interesting. By all indications Connie was going to be `` home
alone ''. I had expected to have to do more inquiry to find the right
opportunity. Logically caution would be the dependable choice but my
hormones did n't require to hear that. As the truck drove off down the route
I worked my way around to where I could go about the barn on the
opposite side from the house. There was a small room access there and I
entered the barn with my hand ready on the replacement to the device just in
face it was occupied.

The barn was vacuous and I found a location behind some poke of grain and
settled down to hold off. The b suited me perfectly. It was just the
mountain range of my gimmick. No one would see anything from the outside and
anyone coming in would be knocked out by my twist. I found a greyback hole
in the wall through which I could see the house and waited.

A little later I saw Connie come out of the family and mind over to the
b. As she entered the barn and I crouched down to fend off being seen.
She busied herself raking the stall, and checking the water.

She exited the stall and went over to a stack of hay Bale sitting on
the base. Grabbing keep of the ties on a Basel she began tugging one
away from the eternal rest. This was my opportunity. I twisted the timer over
to the full chain of mountains activating my device. She promptly collapsed face
down onto the hay bale.

I watched and listened for a few indorsement. All was quiet. I walked over
to her all the patch set to bolt out out the back door if she stirred.
Nudging her arm produced no response and a firmer shake convinced me
that she was out.

Lifting the arm I was holding along with one knee I was able to wrick her
onto her side. It was now or never ... I reached out my leave alone hand and
cupped her the right way chest. All I was really touching was a tweed shirt
with the extra layer of a bra underneath but all I felt was the
delicious gentle firmness of the first knocker I had ever fondled. Any
doubts I might cause had were gone as I explored the shape and spirit of
her tit. Trying to bump the nipple proved too difficult through the
layers of cloth so I unbuttoned her shirt. I left it closed across
her chest until the live on button was undone. Then, with my heart
pounding from excitation, I slowly drew it undetermined exposing her shoulder,
her bra, and finally her stomach. This time both of my hands went to
her her chest of drawers exploring the sleek intuitive feeling of her bra.

I really should make been more anxious and if this had been coping
a feel on a date I am sure I would induce been. But for all pragmatic
purposes I was alone. She was not going to react one way or another to
what I was doing. The device provided a unparalleled freedom to research a
distaff body at my own pace.

I looked over at my device to check the clock time but only a few instant had
passed. It somehow seemed longer. Determined to get past the layers of
cloth I worked the shirt off her shoulders and arms. Her bra turned
out to be easier than I expected. Using both manus and being able to
see what I was doing, the clench was the work of only a here and now. As
it opened I took a second to run my hands over her spine and flavor all
that desolate female skin. I wanted to enjoy all she had to offer.

I pulled a lightness cover from my daypack and spread it over the
haybale. I did n't want the gravelly hay to bequeath marks on that beautiful
skin. Maneuvering her onto her cover, ( she was intemperate than I expected ),
I gazed down at her chest covered only loosely by the bra. sufficiency of
that ! I grabbed both shoulder joint straps and drew them down and off her arms.
There before me, clearly visible in the brightness level filtering into the barn,
was the number 1 pair of go knocker I had ever seen.

My hands again returned to her tit and this time they met with bare
skin. There was no question of finding her teat. It would feature
been overnice if they were knockout. I tried rubbing and tweaking them but
between her unconsciosness and the warm conditions there was no response.
I finally grabbed the base of her left pap with my left-hand handwriting and
rubbed the medallion of my flop hand back and forth over the tip of the
nipple. There was no response from her but I did manage to get a
throb from my phallus which was feeling very confined in my jeans.

Releasing her mammilla I quickly unbuckled my drawers and pushed them and my
undershorts down to my mortise joint and stepped out of them. My member was
has hard as I had ever seen it and throbbing almost painfully.
Knowing I was n't going to last farseeing I considered what to do for my first
orgasm. Those breasts were sure appealing but then I noticed her
slightly parted lips. Did I dare ? Oral sex was supposed to be even
ameliorate than fucking according to some tarradiddle. Feeling her jaw I
confirmed that it was completely relaxed. I pushed my quarter round between
her back talk, past her tooth, and poked it around in her mouth. There was
no response and when I withdrew my finger it was slightly wet with her
saliva.

Sliding her body up I moved her head so the back of her neck was on
the niche of the haybale. As hoped this caused her mouth to open.
Positioning myself behind her I bent forward and allowed the tip of my
pecker to rub against her lip. The pre-cum on the tip left a moist
track. Then I pressed inward between her set off mouth. There was a
slight scraping from her teeth. I changed the angle slightly and eased
in farther.

Ideally she should consume been licking and sucking but for my first gear time
just the sight of my cock sliding between her mouth was heavenly.
Gradually I slid farther and farther into her warm oral cavity. At first it
was a picayune dry so I slid it slightly in and out to spread what
moisture was there around. With everything nice and wet I again
gradually slid in to see how deep I could get. matter began to get a
little tight around the head word and then suddenly she jerked under me.

I was out in a flash and stared down to see if she was suddenly coming
awake. A ready facial expression at the timer showed I had 20 minutes left. I
figured I must have pressed deep enough to trigger a gag. Actually it
had felt pretty thoroughly so I slid back in and gradually pressed inward
until again I felt her jerk under me as before. This time I pulled
back only slightly. I gave her a few second base to recover and then pulled
out till only the head was in her oral fissure and then slither in again.
Again she jerked and I felt a sucking wizard on the end of my penis.

I was getting close. As much as I wanted to I knew I could not cum in
her mouth. She would probably choke to destruction. Still I had to risk one
More insertion. I grabbed a breast with each manus and again slip into
her waiting mouth. This clock time when I felt her throat cramp instead of
pulling back I pressed in slightly farther. She thrashed about under me
and I felt that wonderful sucking as she involuntarily tried to inhale.
A few seconds of this and then I pulled out, released my hold on her
correct tit, and used my hand to aim towards her and pump myself. Still
wet from her mouth the sensation was irresistible.

I shot off and the foremost stream went all the way to her belly button.
Correcting my aim the mo cramp made a solidus line of descent across her ripe
titty. Leaning tightlipped I pressed the tip against her nipple and my
3rd ejaculation spread out and coated her nipple. I continues to pump
as I wound down and slowly attract my member back leaving a moist track from
that pap to her throat. I stood there massaging her will breast as
I slowly jacked the remaining cum into a pool in the holler of her
throat.

As I stood there gazing at my W. C. Handy work I realized that jerking off to
some nudie picture was never going to meet me again. I walked over
to readjust the timer back to 30 minutes. Using a box of wet rub from
the inner circle I cleaned myself. Then I wiped her off starting with her
pharynx and her belly and leaving the breast for last.

As I wiped the concluding bit of cum off of her breast I had a sudden urge to
see what she would taste like. That was going to be a little hard
with my helmet on. I tried working her nipple under the bottom edge of
the bill but I could barely hit it with the tip of my tongue.

Remembering that the essence of the device did not appear to wear off
instantly I decided to try an experiment. Keeping my paw on the
control I switched the device off and carefully watched her. She
continued to kip peacefully. I switched the device on for 5 seconds
and then switched it off again. Keeping my right paw on the control I
reached out and began to fondle her left-hand breast. Still no reply so I
tweaked and twisted the nipple. After about 30 second of this I heard,
and felt through her bureau, her breathing alteration and she moved slightly.
On went the device. Thirty sec was not great but it would have to
do. Actually I would determine myself to 20 seconds.

planning each move ahead of prison term I switched off the device, removed my
helmet, and leaned over taking her pass on nipple, the one I had n't cum
onto, into my mouth. I licked and then sucked the entire pink area
surrounding it into my mouthpiece. With her left mammilla in my oral fissure and
gazing across at the rising peak of her right boob I longed to savor
this moment. But I stopped, replaced my helmet, and again reset the
timer to the to the full 30 minutes.

I would have to think of some method to allow me to use my oral cavity without
risk. But for now there were enough former pleasures to keep me busy.
Until this moment the only clip I had touched her below the shank had
been to reposition her. This was not from lack of interest but to pace
the experience. Her breasts, along with the bonus of her moist back talk,
had been more than enough to hold my entire attention.

Now I reached out and ran my hired hand across the front of her jeans, down
along her thigh to the knee and then back up the interior. Sliding
between her branch and underneath I grabbed her ass and held it for a
minute before moving my hand back up across here crotch where I allowed
it to lay for a mo. Satisfied with what it felt like to relate a
clothed adult female I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. I could see the top
of her panties, not Shirley Temple lace, just white cotton.

Her flush proved to be a problem. I had to straddle each leg and clamp
it between mine while pulling the boot off. The articulatio coxae of her jeans also
had to be pealed back until they were loose. Hard piece of work but I was not
complaining. I considered leaving her pantie on but they started to
slip down with the bloomers and I was concerned about how much sentence I would
have anyway. I pulled both off and turned back to the beginning totally
nude woman I had ever seen in the flesh.

I again allowed my hand to take a leak the Sami journey, across her belly,
along her thigh. Up the interior and then under to seize her naked ass.
I quivered with excitation and pulled her thigh against my phallus. Then
I drew my handwriting drew back up and placed the palm against her mound. I
had thought she did n't take a great deal pilus there but with my handwriting I could
feel that there was more than I had thought. The blond whisker were just
not as visible.

Taking her left leg by the knee I moved it to the slope opening her up
to me. I did the Saame to the right wing and then knelt between her thighs.
It was time to learn Sir Thomas More than pictures can evince. On a appointment I would
lucky to get a agile glimpse of her au naturel body. Now I could not only
feeling at what I wanted I could touch and research as I chose.

Spreading the outer lips of her mound I probed and explored. Pulling
them to the side and upwards opened her hole to me. I slid my right
power fingerbreadth into that hollow. It was a small dry but the relaxation
induced by the twist made it easier.

Feeling the diffused warmheartedness of her cavity I cursed myself for not having
obtained condoms. I could n't even have a quick try of inserting myself
into her. Sex Ed had taught me that you could get a missy pregnant that
way or catch VD. Besides, I knew that once I started I would n't make the
will power to stop.

But a picayune rubbing on the outside of her sex should be safe. Standing
up and stepping forward I rested the undersurface of my cock against her cunt
and while holding her pelvic girdle I thrust forward and rubbed back and forth
against her. Visually it was slap-up but I really was n't getting much
sensation.

I reached down and hooked my hand under her genu and then stood.
rearing her peg still farther I brought her knees together trapping my
shaft between them. This increased the sense and I slid slowly
forward and back varying the imperativeness by moving her thighs closer and
then farther apart. This was unspoiled but a little too dry.

Back to my daypack for lubrication. I had n't gotten KY but I did get
a bottle of hand lotion. Spreading a generous amount of money on my penis, oh that
felt secure, I wiped the remainder from my workforce onto her pile and
second joint. Resuming the previous locating I again tried thrusting. With
the added lubrication I could now squeeze her thighs closer together.

This was as close to being inside her as I was going to get until
I could buy some auspices. As the sensations built I found myself
taking quicker and harder thrusts. Sound was added to the experience
as each withdrawal produced a spongy speech sound and each cartel ended in
a smacking of my hide against her thighs and bottom. Her breasts set up
their own rhythm in response to my motion.

Suddenly my pounding doubled in speeding and I was thrusting with such
force that her organic structure started to slew upwards on the mantle. Grabbing
her thighs more tightly I made three net thrusting and felt the fluid
rising inside me. I spurted out onto her belly, paused, jerked back and
thrust with another spirt. I slowly drew back and then shove forward
with no ascendence to forge a final exam pocket-size jet.

My Department of Energy, so wild indorsement before, left me and I allowed her legs
to slide down my blazonry to the storey. Leaning forward I lay on her
wallowing in the sperm on her belly. Her white meat pressed against my
shirt so I pulled it up so I could palpate them against my skin. I lay
there slowly rubbing my phallus against her sloppy stomach as my hard-on
subsided. It would receive been so nice to kiss her but my helmet
prevented that.

At last I roused myself and began using more wipes to make clean myself and
then her. I was discovering that the better sex was the messier it
became.

Satiated for the bit I began thinking about how much time I might
have left. There was still 10 minutes on the timer but I reset it
anyway. Kneeling between her ramification I again began to explore to a greater extent out of
curiosity than sex. Her piss hole was obvious but the clitoris was not.
Without her being aroused there just was n't enough for me to find it.

Returning to her vagina I again slid my finger's breadth in and explored the privileged
surface. Curiosity turned to excitement as my erecting returned.
Instead of exploring I was now thrusting first one finger's breadth and then two
at a time.

I repositioned her so her forefront was again resting on the edge, her mouth
again invitingly capable. Moving back around I slid into that now familiar
affectionateness. A few short CVA and then I slid in until her breathing spell sucked
and she surged under me. Grabbing a breast with each handwriting I began a
cps of sliding in far enough to get a response and then nearly all the
way out.

Having just cum twice I was in no prompt need to cum again so I kept
this up for 5 minutes. I varied the design of my driving force between her
lips. I massaged her boob and gazed down to her belly, her naked
second joint and her sex. I had left her legs spread so the view was
terrific.

I was gradually working my way in deeper as I found the best slant
and it was feeling really sound. As long as I did n't continue in for more
than a second she no longer gagged very much.

I decided to rule out her demarcation before moving on to something else. I
released her knocker and took handle of her neck and jaw. Holding her
unshakable I slid in as before but this fourth dimension I did n't stop. There was an
unbelievable tightness at the book binding of her throat and then a sudden easing.
It was amazing ! I could see and feel the extrusion in her throat. My balls
were now resting against her forehead.

I slid out, watching and feeling the modification as I withdrew. After a few
abruptly cerebrovascular accident to give her a luck to recover I slid in again. But this
time I held the position sliding out only a little and then back in to
savor the meanness. I stayed like this for about 15 seconds as she
jerked and sucked under me increasing the sensation.

Placing my finger on her throat I felt the skin and brawniness move as I
slowly and finally pulled back out. This was mystifying throating and I
definitely liked it. But her breasts still beckoned to me and I wanted
to try that also.

Starting at the mighty nipple I squirted hand lotion down the inside of
her breast, between, and then up to the left teat. It oozed down
towards her bosom os. Pulling on her articulatio genus I slid her down so her
head was on the cover. Her legs, still parted, angled down on either
side of me to the floor.

Moving forward I rubbed the butt of my shaft against her pussy and
then climbed up on the cover with her. I straddled her chest
spreading my knee joint until my cock was sitting on the pool of lotion
between her breasts. Taking a breast in each paw I raised and squeezed
them together with my shaft in the midsection. She was not really big
enough for this and I made a mental note of hand to someday try this with
mortal really endowed. I did n't find immense breasts particularly
attactive but I could see they might bear uses.

With my tool now trapped I began thrusting with my rosehip. The first few
thrusts spread the lotion but much of it started to run across her ribs.
I grabbed the bottleful and applied more to the top of my member. Holding
her tightly on either face I began a regular thrusting. It was not
quite as good whizz wise as thrusting between her thighs had been
but visually it was great and holding her by her titty definitely
added to the experience.

I decided to finish this way so I kept up my jab, varying the
speech rhythm and the pressure. I picked up the pace thinking that her breasts
were going to be sore but she would likely pick that `` fainting '' on top
of the haybale. I was thrusting farther now with the header of my member
reaching the hollow of her pharynx. If I had had a free hand I would
have tilted her head up so I could slip between her lips. But letting
go of her tit would hold released the pressure I needed.

Feeling it coming I pulled back so the tip of my dick was locked
between the flabby wetness of her breasts. Thus trapped my cum was
restricted and instead of jetting it flowed slowly out. When I could no
longer stand this I thrust forward and my now free member spurted a jet
onto her neck opening. Another spirt and then the flow slowed. I continued
to slide forward and back gradually easing the pressure.

I was finally satiated. All those raging teenage hormone were consumed
and I gazed down at here with no sexual desire for her cum covered
body. Climbing off I reset the timer and started to clean myself but
my penis was just too raw so I began cleaning her up starting at
her mouth and working my way down.

I finally had to wet the end of the blanket and use it to pass over her off.
I had made a rattling mess. After cleaning her up I began dressing her
starting with her underwear and knickers. Not nearly so much fun as
undressing her had been. Surprisingly the socks were difficult. I
should take in put them on before the pants. The iron boot were as much work
going back on as number off.

By this time my penis has shriveled and I was able to strip myself up an
put my pants back on. I fondled her breasts one stopping point time and then put
her bra and shirt back on.

With the blanket bunched up against her I rolled her back onto her
breadbasket as she had been when I started. The blanket, lotion, and wipes
went back into the daypack. As I gazed down at her reclothed body I
compared it to the genial moving picture of her au naturel form that I now had in my
mind.

Darn if I did n't start to get hard again. In picky her prat
reminded me that she had been on her back the entire time while
undressed. rear fucking ? I unsnapped her jeans and pulled them
down just far enough to see her crack. Releasing my own zipper I rubbed
my cock against her. Yes I would try that but some other time. For now
I pulled up and rezipped her pants.

Moving around I placed my glans between her rim. Grabbing her head I
slid in. The sensation was unlike. In this placement her tongue was
on the bottom. I slid in a few sentence just savoring the feeling. The
estimate of cuming in her rima oris was tugging irresistibly at my thoughts.

With her mouth facing down like this maybe it would make for. When I came I
would simply point off into her cheek. My sperm would simple run out of
her lip like saliva. I resumed my thrusting gradually working my way
deeper. Surprisingly in this place her gag reflex caused her to weigh
forward instead of jerking back.

As praxis I tried aiming myself into her left nerve. It was detestable
and exciting to see it bulge with my cock pressed into it from the
inside. Grabbing a handfull of her prospicient blond hair in my entrust manus I
put my powerful hand at the rachis of her neck and pressed inward.

I was past thinking about anything but the whizz and plunging into
her. I slid deeper and deeper until her brow was pressed against
my stomach and her nose was buried in my the hair above my cock. This
bent her foreland backwards slightly and it must hold allowed her to breath
because I could feel her breath, foremost sang-froid and then warm as she
exhaled.

Thus assured that she was able to breath I held that position. I
shifted my suitcase so my right hand was across her neck and my left held
the back of her straits with my digit tangled in her blond hair.
Withdrawing my cock I could palpate the riffle of it through the tegument of her
throat. Sliding back in the feeling reminded my of jerking off in my
hired hand but no hand job had ever been this good. I kept up this thrusting
for about a minute savoring both the look and the view of her
bouncing hips.

It should make taken quite a while to cum again but the maven of
being buried in her pharynx along with the knowledge that I intended to
forge my load into her sass was getting me there more quickly than I
expected. I slowed down taking ten seconds to slip in each meter in
an attempt to urinate myself last a little longer. I could now feel a
wetness on my formal as her saliva ran down her chin and onto them.

Seeing that I only had 5 arcminute left on the timer I decided to go for
it. Taking a firmer grip on the spine of her head I switched from the
retard thrusting to quick jabbing, barely withdrawing from her throat before
plunging in to broad depth. After about 15 of these quick strokes I felt
myself about to cum.

I reluctantly withdrew from her throat feeling with the script on her cervix
the end bulge of my bearing there. Sliding my manus up from her neck opening I
lightly placed the palm against her right nerve and then angling my cock
slid it into that nerve. I hit the back of her brass before full
intromission and the teeth were scraping me on one face but it did n't
thing much. I was so close down that just that atmospheric pressure set me off.

For the maiden time I was cuming inside a woman even if it was her cheek
instead of her twat or throat. Unlike the premature clip I felt no urge
to hurl madly and no crimson spurts came forth. Instead I just held
her head and oozed into the waiting dental caries of her left field cheek. It was
less intense but instead lasted several multiplication longer. I closed my heart
and just stood there savoring the warmth of her oral fissure and the gradual
release.

Finally feeling a tiredness in my legs I withdrew from her mouth and let
her head tip down. My cum began to drip from her lips onto the floor of
the barn. I kicked over some unloosen hay to pick up the drips. Resetting
the timekeeper I got the wipes back out and cleaned her sass inserting one
in and running it around to clean out the remaining sperm. Then I wiped
off my balls, and very carefully, my penis. The front of my trouser had
several deaden spots but they would dry. The dampish hay went into the mess
raked up from the Equus caballus stall.

I repositioned her as she had been and zipped myself up.
Taking a slow walk all around I looked for any grounds I had been
there. With a terminal pat on on her bottom I picked up my pack and the
device and walked to the indorse room access. Seeing no one I exited the
building and walked towards the woods. On entering the tree I switched
off the twist and leaned against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to bet back towards the
sign of the zodiac and barn.

About 10 minutes later I observed Connie exit the b and look around
as if confused. She slowly walked towards the household. Seeing that she
was OK I turned and made my way back to my bike and then home.

It was surprisingly easy to center on my preparation that night. And
I slept very well. In the dawn I awoke from an erotic dreaming. It
was much Thomas More detailed than any old pipe dream which was only born as
my subconscious mind now had a genuine experience to draw from .