Author: Erato Title: The Book of Azan Universe: Azan Keywords: MF, Msolo, F1st, cons Language: English Part: Chapter 3 of 11 CHAPTER 3 It was Friday evening, after Anne had started her first night shift, when I finally got a chance to look through the bag that Jessica had given me. All the things I'd been looking at were in there - the lube, the blue vibrator, the skin-coloured dildo, four pairs of handcuffs with keys, including the pair I'd tried on, and a brand new, clean love egg. There were a few extras too. There was a cock ring - a sort of tight rubber band that you can wrap around your dick to delay ejaculation. There was an unlabelled bottle of pills which I assumed were Viagra or some kind of cheap imitation - after all, what other type of pill would a sex shop keep in stock? There was a wooden paddle, presumably for disciplinary purposes - sex shops don't normally sell boating supplies, and this one was far too small to be of any practical use when rowing. Lastly, there was another dildo - of the unnaturally shaped variety, which looked like it was designed to be inserted into a woman's pussy and butt simultaneously. The was a vibrating mechanism attached to the smaller, anal part, and the vaginal part was interestingly hollow, perhaps for the insertion of a separate vibrator into that part too. I ran my finger along the inside of the hollow part and felt its softness, at once realising that the receptacle was not designed for a vibrator, but for a man's cock to thrust into, adding human power to the sex toy, using it as a sort of techno-condom. "Oh well," I thought to myself taking a pill, "might as well try one of these." At the bottom of the bag I found another couple of presents from Jessica. There was a photo of her, naked on a white bed spread, I hadn't gotten to see any of her most private parts at the shop, but she looked just as I'd imagined. She was leant back on both arms, smiling at the camera, her right leg spread out straight and her left leg also spread but bend at the knee, giving the photographer a tantalising glimpse of her pretty, shaved pussy. Her pert breasts displayed nicely, with large pale brown areola. Judging from her erect nipples, she didn't have the heating on. Also at the bottom of the bag was a pair of white women's knickers. They weren't particularly lacy or fancy - just plain underwear, not a million miles from the type I normally wear. They smelt strongly of Jessica. I drew them close to my nose, taking a deep breath and was instantly back in that loading bay. In my mind's eye, I could see that cute little blond teenager's head bobbing up and down on my cock; I could feel the cold air from the alley behind the shop on my naked flesh; I could smell the sweet aroma rising up from Jessica's hot snatch as she fingered herself, getting off on the excitement of sucking off one of her customers. They must have been what she was wearing that day. My erection pressed uncomfortably against the inside of my jeans, snapping me back to reality. I stripped down and lay back on the couch, her photo propped up beside me and her knickers draped over my shoulder, supplying me with a steady supply of her scent. As I slowly stroked my cock, I began to imagine what Jessica and I would have done if we hadn't stopped when we did. After cumming all over her face and having been uncuffed and de-egged, I would have pulled her plain white t-shirt over her head and yanked down her blank denim jeans. Jessica would have been stood there dressed in her plain white matching bra and panties. There'd be a little ribbon bow on the front of her bra - baby blue, to complement her eyes. Her pants would be wet at the front, as she'd spent the last few minutes rubbing her clit and pumping her deep cunt with her fingers. Because of the haste I'd used tearing down her jeans, her knickers would have slipped down a bit on one side. I'd throw a few old, damp, collapsed cardboard boxes on the loading bay's concrete floor, creating a makeshift bed and I'd lead Jessica to it. She'd lie back on the cardboard and I'd get down on my hands and knees to pull off her panties, revealing her smooth, hairless crotch. Without hesitation, I'd part her legs and go down on her, heading straight for her clit. Her clitoris would stand proud and I'd flick it and lick it with my tongue. She'd moan, while I felt around the floor to locate the used love egg. Specked with traces of my own shit, I'd push it quickly into her rectum (forget safe sex - this was fantasy), eliciting a squeal of delight. Turning on the egg, I'd press my lips against her sex and gently suck at her clit. The blond teenager would moan as I kept flicking at her button with my tongue, tasting its salty sweetness. She'd be squeezing her big breasts through her bra, pulling at her nipples through the soft fabric. Sucking harder and licking faster on her clit, I'd turn up the egg before inserting one and then two fingers deep into her vagina and thrusting again and again and again. She'd sigh, and I'd feel the walls of her shaved cunt contracting around my fingers as she gave in to her second orgasm. I'd turn the egg back down to a low rumble and kiss my way up her toned body to her round breasts, unfasten and remove her bra, already half-undone due to her own fondling and suck on her left nipple. I'd suck hard, my mouth enveloping more and more of her breast until I had half her left tit in me, and with my fingers still slick with her pussy juice, rub and squeeze her other nipple. Then my hand would feel its way back to between her legs, pausing only for a moment to increase the egg's power again before plunging three fingers deep into her wet pussy. My mouth would move to her other tit, tasting the pussy juices my hand had left behind. Over and over, my fingers would work their way into her depths. As my index, middle and ring fingers slammed her cunt harder and faster, my thumb would smack against her erect clit. She'd arch her back, thrusting her ample bosom into my face as she came for a third time, her tight pussy walls massaging my fingers, milking them, the strong muscles of her young cunt trying to pull my fingers further up, further in. I imagined how after withdrawing my hand from her hot pussy, I'd ramp up the power on the egg to full, and kiss my way up her lightly freckled neck until we were face to face. On the couch I was now stroking my erect cock hard and fast, while in my imaginary cardboard bed I was gazing into the big blue eyes of a horny blond teenager, recovering from the throes of her third orgasm. I'd hold both Jessica's hands down on the cold concrete floor and ease my engorged cock into her warm pussy. I'd move slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of the egg's distant buzzing, transmitted from her rectum, through the flesh of her abdomen to my dick, now buried right up to the hilt in her wet cunt. As I slowly started thrusting, I'd lean forward and kiss her hard on the lips. Our tongues would writhe around each other and I'd taste the faint bitterness of my own cum in her mouth. We'd roll over and Jessica would now be doing the driving, her strong thighs straddling my hips, raised vertically above me, with my butt against the damp cardboard surface. She'd moan while rocking slowly on my cock, undoing my shirt and running her hands over my chest. She'd get up onto her knees for a moment and my dick would be standing erect in the cold air. I'd notice a thin line of dripping juices still hanging between my cock and her pussy lips, only to be broken by her thigh as she turned around. She'd squat back down, this time facing towards my feet, using her hands to guide my cock as it impaled her from a different angle. She'd lean far forward, wrapping her hands around my ankles, doubled over with her head almost to the ground. With my dick buried deep in her warm cunt, bend downwards slightly by the new position of her body, the tight brown eye of her anus would be pointing right at me with the thin cord of the egg trailing out. I'd lick my thumb and hear her grunt as I pushed the moistened digit up her tight arse, forcing the pulsing egg even further up her tight rectum. She'd moan as she started to rock back and forth. As she moved backwards, her butt would push against my hand, forcing my thumb in deeper. As she thrust forwards my thumb would come half way out again, and my cock would drill further into her warm pussy. She'd shift backwards again and my cock would withdraw half way, as my thumb once again plunged into her rectum up to the hilt. When she moved forwards once more, I would move my hand forward too, keeping my thumb firmly lodged in place. As my cock was driven further into her cunt, my thumb would feel its journey. Penetrating her deeply from both front and back, my thumb and dick would be divided only by a thin wall of her flesh. I'd feel a hand disappear from my ankle and appear on my balls, her gentle fingers cupping them upwards towards her pussy as she rocked backwards and forwards and back and forth. As she massaged my scrotum with her little hand, I'd begin to feel the familiar build up of tension deep within my loins. After a few more rocks, she'd reach her fourth orgasm and collapse backwards onto me, totally drained. I'd be able to feel the sweat on her back as she lay on my chest. Having removed my thumb from her arse; her muscular cunt walls would be rhythmically milking my cock. With one arm I'd grab her breasts and I'd feel the trickles of sweat on her skin. With the other I'd reach for her clit, flicking it with my fingers and gently slapping it, selfishly keeping her at climax level for a few more seconds, as I knew I was almost ready to cum too. I'd bend my knees and thrust upwards into her pulsing pussy, holding the moaning and exhausted teenager steady with my arms and pushing up into her with my hips. Suddenly I felt a wave of release and gobs of sticky cum started pouring down my hand, coating my fingers. I opened my eyes and looked at her photograph, breathing in her scent from her pants. I lay there catching my breath and then looked for something to clean up with. *** Half an hour later I was alone in bed. My dick was still rock hard. After a masturbation session like that, it would normally be flaccid, and I'd be able to get some sleep. Was it the pill that was keeping me hard, or just the thought of what was going to happen the next day? I was going to have trouble getting to sleep that night.