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Sometimes My Elastic Lover Dreams Of Me
by Paullywog (paullywog@canada.com)
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Some days I wake up barely able to believe my good fortune. Since
I have discovered my lover's incredible secret, nothing has been
the same. It still remains a wonderful mystery, how it is that she
can make herself so wonderfully pliable. This "superpower" has its
practical application in our mundane routine; for example, her
shelves are never too high. We never get locked out of the house
or the car, but she uses the utmost discretion in public. I am
sure that the sight of a woman who could lengthen herself, squeeze
under a tiny crack between a door and its threshold, would, well,
attract the wrong kind of attention. Besides, she has no intention
of creating an identity to become some kind of fantasy crime
fighter or anything.
Of course, the sex is fantastic! To very literally stretch the
imagination means no end of variety to our lovemaking. The
intensity of pleasure becomes surreal; if I were religious in any
way, this kind of fuck would be declared a miracle.
The whole experience of our sex can be exhausting at times; we
find other ways for each other to still feel our pleasure when the
other is just too tired. Like when she has a hard day at work, I
am content to play with her feet like Silly Putty (she knows they
are my favorite); kneading her soles as if they were fleshy
elastic dough, pulling & knotting her pretty toes into warm,
wiggly strings. Or, when I am beat, I will simply watch as she
twists, bends, flattens and defies the fantastic with the
impossible shapes she can make on her own.
The stretching, she says, makes everything come alive in her, each
pull is akin to an orgasm in itself. And, to behold her pleasuring
herself while she stretches, well, it is quite amazing to see my
"rubber girl" transform into a moaning, quivering, spent puddle...
Friday, 11:00 pm...
"I have something new for us to try. I've been working on it all
week." "Really? I have been so looking forward to this weekend", I
say, glint in my eye. "Come, I'll show you part of my secret." So,
off to the bedroom we go.
The bed has been pushed off to the side of the room. In the
centre, what seems to be a turntable, with two straps like you
might find on a sailboard. The corners of each wall have been
outfitted with large hooks, like the kind you hang your bicycle
on, only much larger. And, in the middle of the open wall, there
is a handhold, placed vertical.
"So this is the secret? It looks devilishly wonderful, my sweet,
but I'm not sure how it will work." Smiling, and stretching her
neck over to give me a kiss, she says, "No, silly, the secret of
MY secret..." and off she goes to her little cabinet atop her
dresser, unlocks it, and takes out an iridescent vase-like bottle.
It looks very old, and seems to glow with blues, greens, reds and
yellows. Cupping it in both hands, she carefully carries it over
to me and simply says, "This..." "What is it?", I ask. "Something
I am very lucky to have.
When I was in Africa doing that relief work, we came across a
tribe of people in the jungle who deliberately shunned
civilization and the West. They have been practitioners of magic
for 5000 years. They used some of it on us, to frighten us away,
but somehow, it just didn't work on me.
I stayed with them for a few days; I can't even begin to describe
what I saw and experienced...but as I saw them transform into
their elastic state, I knew I just had to experience it for
myself. Such incredible joy and ecstasy! It took a lot of
convincing, but eventually I got the shaman to give me some of
their ancient concoction for myself.
In the end, he decided I was strong enough to be able to handle
it. And, you are very lucky to be sharing this with me, since it
works best only with the people you trust."
With that, she pours a fair amount of the slightly luminescent,
pearl coloured potion into my cupped hands, and says "Okay, time
for you to give me that massage that you do so well."
As, she stands before me, I begin to rub the potion onto my lovers
body beginning with her lustrous, dark hair; down her face, neck,
shoulders. I proceed to her chest, her lovely breasts, all the
while kneading it into her body, which contorts under my grip, and
continues to awaken her pleasure. "Mmmmm....", I hear in quiet
anticipation; I move down the hips; her vagina; her legs. There is
a little giggle as I finish at her feet; I watch the toes curl &
flex, and I am surprised that the magic lotion has covered her
entire body in one dose, while disappearing completely out of my
hands.
"Now for you...I hope this works!", and she kneels in front of me,
pouring a little more of the lotion into her hand. I am already
quite stiff in anticipation, with a light touch, massages the
cream onto my dick with her fingers, making it tingly, and making
it grow a little more. "This may not work right away, so I won't
ruin the surprise for you", she says, and grinning, give the head
of my penis a sharp tap, which makes it sway back & forth a
little, and gives me a shiver.
My lover then grabs hold of the vertical bar, and with a wink,
says "C'mon you pervert, grab hold of my ankles."
So I do, and I begin to pull. Now, I have figured out what the
hooks are for, so I stretch her to the corner, and pull her legs
around the hook. I then continue on to the next corner, and then
the next; pulling, stretching my girl into a long rope; she begins
to moan, eyes closed. When I return to where her hands are, she is
pulled out about 40 feet long; two inches thick. She is a little
breathless, but whispers loudly, "Now, get on the turntable..."
I get on, still pulling, and slide my feet into the straps. I see
a switch at the base, and surmise that I must flip it to proceed
with our adventure. And so, I stand, rotating, we rotate, and my
beautiful lover starts to wind around me, binding me. I am the
spool, and my lover is the rope. Eventually, she covers me, from
my ankles to my chest, but my arms are free. Finally, she lets go
of the bar, and with a swoosh, her arms fly around the room,
wrapping me up tight, her hands whack my ass and then grab tight.
After she catches her breath, she lengthens her neck until she can
face me; "Oh baby, get inside..."
I have to explore the rope body stocking, which is now undulating
and warm all over me, to find my lover's pussy. It is now very
long; my left hand finds the bottom of the slit near my hip, the
right finds the top near my chest. I start to tease her pussy open
with my fingers; I am getting so hot to please her; then I start
plunging into her warm moistness with both hands; her sharp inhale
says I've hit the right spot.
Rubbing, massaging, I feel myself through her skin; this makes us
both moan. My right hand has found her clitoris; my fingers try to
gather up as much as I can, I pull & stretch it; pull and stretch.
It slips though my wanting fingers; it feels incredible for both
of us.
"Oh, yesss..." her orgasm is so intense the pulsing nearly makes
me fall over, I am breathless myself. Suddenly, I feel such a
power in my groin, as the magic takes effect and my dick starts
growing all on its own. By now, we are sitting down. Three feet
long, and getting longer, I think I will pass out from so much
pleasure. My lover can see this, and she smiles. I don't know how,
but now her feet have my cock, they stretch and contract, pulling
it even longer. Her dexterous toes direct this snake towards her
own sex, so now her feet, her cunt, her whole body are making me
so high. I am plunging deeper, longer inside; surrounded by &
enveloped by her.
At last, I come. She does too; again. In the ensuing explosion, I
disappear from myself. I have become an orgasm. I am her orgasm. I
am my lover, and she is me...