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.