Texas hold’em

TexThis picture was the product of a smoke’n hot role play session I had with cerebral a couple weeks ago. He intends to make it into a fleshed out story but until then I will post the RP that we had for your enjoyment soon.  This big guy “Tex” so named for his nose art (Texas Hold’em) befriends 3 women who become his ground service crew and they all Lust after him.

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[1/2/15, 3:57:26 PM] RATBAT: it was a calm spring day on the tarmac, This place was the Littlefield military history museum’s Aerial wing and it was closed for holiday. Only technicians (machine doctors) and the machines that lived there in the compound would be sunning themselves on the tarmac. The place was far away from the freeway and from most prying eyes, but not far from the touch of the few devoted humans who volunteered themselves to the old veterans now awakened as living machines in the world
[1/2/15, 3:59:02 PM] RATBAT: The place housed 40 residents not including the tanks/trucks/half-tracks and other fighting vehicles who had free run of the other side of the long airport-like museum.
[1/2/15, 3:59:59 PM] RATBAT: everyone here , got a stipend from the government if they greed to remain as living museum pieces to educate the remainder of the human population about early technological advancements and the horrors of war.
[1/2/15, 4:01:11 PM] RATBAT: none of these machines remembered there time in that war over a hundred years ago by now.. but they were knowledgeable none the less of maintained service records and kills, miles flown, paint schemes in old photos.. the works
[1/2/15, 4:03:09 PM] RATBAT: Living and working at the museum was often boring.. that is, until someone got frisky. no one was spared the insatiable desire for physical contact, not even the old bombers who hung low on there landing gears hoping the people would give them a rubdown over sensitive wiring and panels.
[1/2/15, 4:04:48 PM] RATBAT: it was so bad sometimes the machines would beg the humans to stay the night.. watch movies with them… sleep with them.. anything to break the monotony
[1/2/15, 4:07:48 PM] RATBAT: in the breezy morning on the tarmac, an old brown B-17 sporting vintage decals raised his body up to feel the air and prepared for a wash down by a defacto “pit crew” of weekend technicians who flocked to this establishment just to be close with a living piece of history
[1/2/15, 4:10:05 PM] RATBAT: when one got close.. hed bend his frame to meet their small wonderful bodies and brush against them in some way. The girls knew he had “habits” but he was a really nice guy, so they set about encouraging his excitement with kisses and provocative body motions.
[1/2/15, 4:10:11 PM] RATBAT: mmm..
[1/2/15, 4:10:20 PM] RATBAT: (I don’t even have a name for this guy)
[1/2/15, 4:17:04 PM] CerebralError: (Tex. His nose art is of a pinup girl with two decks of cards covering her ‘modesty’ with the words Texas Hold’ Em! So, Tex for short.)
[1/2/15, 4:32:19 PM] RATBAT: (girls moaning huh yes Tex! fuck me please! yes Tex!”
[1/2/15, 4:32:28 PM] RATBAT: and him smiling
[1/2/15, 4:33:09 PM] RATBAT: (the machines aren’t modest about sex like humans are, for them.. its a natural thing even if they aren’t exactly natural)
1/2/15, 4:39:14 PM] CerebralError: (Okay, let me read over your post again. What are the names of the girls?)
[1/2/15, 4:40:00 PM] RATBAT: “April, may, and June”
[1/2/15, 4:40:01 PM] RATBAT: lol
[1/2/15, 4:40:31 PM] CerebralError: (XD Alright.)
[1/2/15, 4:41:07 PM] RATBAT: pretend they are nicknames
[1/2/15, 5:00:40 PM] CerebralError: Tex sighed pleasantly from the combination of warm sun on his broad wings and tail and the feeling of the three beautiful women that graced his old fuselage with their presence. He could feel the brushes and rags scrubbing along his old airframe, cool water trickling down onto the warm tarmac, evaporating under the sun. Every now and then one of the girls would steal a kiss along his body, April placed one along his cockpit housing as she stood on his wing. May stood on a stepladder beneath him, sneaking in a little kiss on the flat side of his chin turret. June was down by the ball turret, just behind his bomb bay. Of them all, her touches were by far the most stimulating, and made him grunt and wiggle his massive tail. “Now, ladies…” He spoke in a pleasant southern Drawl, giving his full name ‘Texas’ a bit more weight behind it. “Ahm sure y’all can’t wait to get your hands on all this, but there’s plenty a’ me to go ’round…” He growled playfully, those massive, turbo supercharged engines on his wings giving a firm cough. His whole airframe vibrated slightly, the plane shifting slightly on his landing gear, grinning as he looked out at his trio of caretakers. And they -were- his. They were only assigned to him, he’d checked that. He was also sure that they didn’t have any boyfriends or husbands on the side – he’d made a favor of one of the helicopters that still made regular flights to check up on them. These were -his- girls, and he’d treat them like he’d once treated his old crew, putting their lives ahead of his own if he had to.

[1/2/15, 5:11:37 PM] RATBAT: Between Kisses, the lovely June had glided her fingertips into his delicate crevasses. Her, like the other women.. couldn’t understand this lovely attraction to the bigger machines. Something about it still felt taboo even though Tex was legally a “man” . His big powerful body and the strum of his 4 powerful “heartbeats” vibrating through her fingertips. He was right, there was enough of him to go around, especially considering that Tex’s desire was as big as his wingspan. “I love your accent Tex, what was it like over in Houston? ” the girls made small talk and giggled whenever someone touched something they perhaps should touch even more.. The plane folk, like the other machine folk revved up their RPMs whenever excited . April was the tallest and had a little bit of muscle on her, when she stood on his tail she could lean over to meet his side gaze and gauge weather or not the scrub job was sufficient.
[1/2/15, 5:13:42 PM] RATBAT: May could barely hold back- she was the littlest of the 3 and want to put Tex in her mouth, in her body somehow.. She dripped with pheromones but kept as quiet and serious as one would expect of the beefeaters in Britain . before long soap fell upon her breasts and she rubbed her chest against his ball turret and under hull while she kissed. A sponge bath fit for a king.
[1/2/15, 5:14:29 PM] RATBAT: “I hear Bombers got a lot of women back in the old days.. the humans ..I wonder how much you would have gotten.”
[1/2/15, 5:17:20 PM] RATBAT: May was going to refill the bucket with soap but she dropped the bottle of solution and leaned over provocatively grinding her ass against his glass. One would think that deep down everyone was both excited and terrified, maybe even a little bit lonely. In the future they lived in, it was hard for anyone to find a date..
[1/2/15, 5:19:08 PM] RATBAT: June perked up from pressing her forehead against his body to feel its vibrations, “Tex lemmie.. lemmie please you.” April times in, “Yeah! tell us what you want tex, we’ll do it.”
[1/2/15, 5:21:55 PM] RATBAT: April dropped her workman’s coveralls to reveal what the old Bomber already knew- she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She looked at him seductively and he looked back. The trucks and half tracks would blow their engine blocks with jealously if they ever decided to wheel their lazy asses over her and see what was going on.
[1/2/15, 5:58:34 PM] CerebralError: Tex’s engines coughed again, one of his props blurring into near invisibility for a second, black smoke puffing from beneath the cowling, leaving stains on the freshly cleaned wing. The B-17 shuddered from his plexiglass nose to his towering tail fin as June slipped her fingers in the seam between the ball turret and his fuselage, and he was very careful to keep from moving it, not wanting to catch her fingers in there. He panted, his hot breath washing over May’s soapy breasts. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could sense her, feel her, -smell- her. The woman was practically gushing with lust, the scent driving the old bomber wild. “It was much warmer than it is here, and Ah didn’t have y’all lovly ladies to take care a’ me there…” He said, a panel opening just in front of his bomb bay, the familiar sight of flexible manipulator arms sliding out, the moving towards May, who was the closest to them. “A’course, Ah could fly y’all there…find some ol’ private runway, spend the rest a’ our lives there…” He closed his eyes and let out a hearty sigh at the thought of the girls in Daisy Dukes and bikini tops…or even less… He glanced over at April as she undressed herself on his wing, his eyes sparkling eagerly. His engines roared again, scattering dust behind him on the tarmac. “Well, y’all could start by followin’ April’s lead here…” His manipulator hands slip up to May’s shoulders, metallic fingers pinching the straps of her coveralls and tugging them off the sides of her shoulders and down her arms, letting her hefty chest come bouncing out. Down by his ball turret, another port opened just in front of it, the plane’s shaft starting to emerge. It was already dripping with excitement, silvery droplets pattering on the tarmac beneath it. Smooth and metallic at the tip, it became more mechanical near the base, almost becoming a series of pipes and wires as it disappeared inside him. “June, darlin’, would ya’ mind takin’ care of that?”

[1/2/15, 6:03:45 PM] CerebralError: (Fun fact, the B-17 was dubbed the ‘Flying Porcupine’ by the Luftwaffe because it had so many guns.)
[1/4/15, 10:03:53 PM] RATBAT: [1/2/15, 6:20:38 PM] RATBAT: ;;June didn’t skip a beat. she practically stumbled over herself to get at his most sensitive metallic parts. remembering all of those lovely pictures she had scene of him flying and bombing and his lovely southern drawl she wanted nothing more then to hear his engine sputter and roar. The old prop engine folk tend to spin there props full speed causing a gale force wind before they climaxed- it was the most exciting part and all 3 o them knew the sound would be utterly deafening. ;;she took him into her warm slick hands and felt the aliens of his heavy machine cock. the segments, the indentations and coils, the tubes.. she caressed it.. felt it.. needed it. It throbbed in her hand- all 18 inches of it. the most these girls could take was 7-8 inches, but it still felt tight and hot to ol’ Tex who passionately coiled a tendril around the back of Junes head while she palmed him. “Oh tex.. you’ve spring a hot leak. We’ve gotta do something..”
[1/2/15, 6:24:16 PM] RATBAT: May now freshly naked dragged her tongue along the underside of his wing headed to his ball turret almost shaking with joy. Tex’s tendrils where especially attentive to the “small one” and wrapped a mechadendrite or 4 under her heavy breasts to feel the softness and the weight of them. she leaned down next to June and took the B-17’s big tip into her mouth. It oozed with silvery heat and she struggled to suck and stroke him into her little mouth.
[1/2/15, 6:26:45 PM] RATBAT: ;;her hands glided up his segmented shaft as if to feed him into her lips. when she couldn’t handle it anymore she got on all fours next to June and pushes her face down on the wet tarmac with her ass in the air. ;;Junes own hand ventured down south to touch herself till tex’s own tendril coiled and pulled her fingers away from her flush bead- her clitoris. (no- that would be saved for him.)
[1/2/15, 6:27:39 PM] RATBAT: Like all machines, they didn’t like their mates to masturbate next to them. it was like ‘stealing their job away from them. their personal pleasure.
[1/2/15, 6:30:54 PM] RATBAT: April got naked without a moments thought and climbed over the bombers canopy to kiss around his eyes and mouth his rivet lines. her thighs and butt were so toned for a female, it was unusual but nevertheless Te had tasted and drank from her sweet waters many times before. the thought made his tail rudder wiggle like a dog wags his tail
[1/2/15, 6:32:22 PM] RATBAT: “I love you Tex” ;;she moaned and sucked on his armor, positively drowned out by the increasing rumbles the wily old bomber torqued up.
[1/2/15, 6:34:06 PM] RATBAT: May spread her cheeks apart and backed into Tex’s flared tip. He was so big it would take additional effort from the large machine to make things more comfortable. She was the smallest and tightest.. but her opening quivered to feel stretched around him. she moaned. “Please tex….please…”

[1/2/15, 7:02:47 PM] CerebralError: Tex groaned as June’s hands grasped his shaft, her hands instantly getting covered in the thick, silvery fluid. Both engines on his right wing were roaring away now, propellers spinning at idling speed, pressing his right tire against the pavement as it tried to push him forward. “Ah’ll have to leave it in ‘yer capable hands, June…” Tex grinned, baring his sharp teeth for a moment. While he wasn’t as nimble as one of the fighters, he was still one of the sky’s predators, and the numerous gun turrets he sported proved to give any fighter plane a run for its money if it chose to tangle with it in midair. His cock throbbed and spurted softly, spattering warmly on May’s face as she kneeled down to service him. More dendrites spooled down, wrapping around May’s breasts and thighs, a hand stroking June’s back. A plane of his size was able to produce plenty of cum, leaking down May’s chin and splattering heavily on her breasts. The bomber creaked and groaned as he felt her little tongue flicking against the tip of his shaft, and then she pulled away from him. But he knew what she was doing, and soon he felt her hips pressing against his tip, wriggling with need. Any human would find himself overwhelmed, but even at his age Tex had no problem with handling all three of them. He probably could have handled a few more, to be honest, but this way he could give loving attention to all of them, without anyone feeling left out. He snatched June’s hand away from her pussy, even as April climbed up on top of his nose, straddling him. His eyes were drawn hungrily to the slit between the toned woman’s thighs, a few more dendrites curling up from beneath the chin turret to slither up her legs.

With his wings clear, the remaining two propellers blared into motion, the old bomber straining at his brakes, also serving to press his heavy shaft against May’s tight, wet cunt. The dendrites around her legs tightened slightly, a pleasant squeeze, as two thicker hands emerged to grip her waist, pressing her back further onto his shaft. One inch, two inch, deeper and deeper. Slowly at first. Another dendrite slithered between June’s thighs, teasing the sensitive nub of her clitoris, as the hand on the back of her head pushed her face close to his shaft again.

April continued to grind herself against his cockpit, right in front of his eyes. Tex panted lewdly now, his gray tongue hanging out slightly as he picked April up with ease. He maneuvered her body down, pressing the cool glass of his nosecone between her thighs, before he swung her underneat the chin turret to his mouth. Without waiting a moment longer, he slathered his tongue between her legs, up her stomach, and to her breasts. More manipulators held her comfortably in place, as his tongue slurped back down, beneath her ass, and then plunging the tip – just as thick as his cock – into her pussy.

[1/2/15, 6:20:38 PM] RATBAT: ;;June didn’t skip a beat. she practically stumbled over herself to get at his most sensitive metallic parts. remembering all of those lovely pictures she had scene of him flying and bombing and his lovely southern drawl she wanted nothing more then to hear his engine sputter and roar. The old prop engine folk tend to spin there props full speed causing a gale force wind before they climaxed- it was the most exciting part and all 3 o them knew the sound would be utterly deafening. ;;she took him into her warm slick hands and felt the aliens of his heavy machine cock. the segments, the indentations and coils, the tubes.. she caressed it.. felt it.. needed it. It throbbed in her hand- all 18 inches of it. the most these girls could take was 7-8 inches, but it still felt tight and hot to ol’ Tex who passionately coiled a tendril around the back of junes head while she palmed him. “Oh tex.. you’ve spring a hot leak. We’ve gotta do something..”
[1/2/15, 6:24:16 PM] RATBAT: May now freshly naked dragged her tongue along the underside of his wing headed to his ball turret almost shaking with joy. Tex’s tendrils where especially attentive to the “small one” and wrapped a mechadendrite or 4 under her heavy breasts to feel the softness and the weight of them. she leaned down next to june and took the B-17’s big tip into her mouth. It oozed with silvery heat and she struggled to suck and stroke him into her little mouth.
[1/2/15, 6:26:45 PM] RATBAT: ;;her hands glided up his segmented shaft as if to feed him into her lips. when she couldn’t handle it anymore she got on all fours next to June and pushes her face down on the wet tarmac with her ass in the air. ;;Junes own hand ventured down south to touch herself till tex’s own tendril coiled and pulled her fingers away from her flush bead- her clitorus. (no- that would be saved for him.)
[1/2/15, 6:27:39 PM] RATBAT: Like all machines, they didn’t like their mates to masturbate next to them. it was like ‘stealing their job away from them. their personal pleasure.
[1/2/15, 6:30:54 PM] RATBAT: April got naked without a moments thought and climbed over the bombers cannopy to kiss around his eyes and mouth his rivet lines. her thighs and butt were so toned for a female, it was unusual but nevertheless Te had tasted and drank from her sweet waters many times before. the thought made his tail rudder wiggle like a dog wags his tail
[1/2/15, 6:32:22 PM] RATBAT: “I love you Tex” ;;she moaned and sucked on his armor, positively drowned out by the increasing rumbles the wily old bomber torqued up.
[1/2/15, 6:34:06 PM] RATBAT: May spread her cheeks apart and backed into Tex’s flared tip. He was so big it would take additional effort from the large machine to make things more comfortable. She was the smallest and tightest.. but her opening quivered to feel stretched around him. she moaned. “Please tex….please…”
[1/7/15, 9:34:15 PM] RATBAT: Tex groaned as June’s hands grasped his shaft, her hands instantly getting covered in the thick, silvery fluid. Both engines on his right wing were roaring away now, propellers spinning at idling speed, pressing his right tire against the pavement as it tried to push him forward. “Ah’ll have to leave it in ‘yer capable hands, June…” Tex grinned, baring his sharp teeth for a moment. While he wasn’t as nimble as one of the fighters, he was still one of the sky’s predators, and the numerous gun turrets he sported proved to give any fighter plane a run for its money if it chose to tangle with it in midair. His cock throbbed and spurted softly, spattering warmly on May’s face as she kneeled down to service him. More dendrites spooled down, wrapping around May’s breasts and thighs, a hand stroking June’s back. A plane of his size was able to produce plenty of cum, leaking down May’s chin and splattering heavily on her breasts. The bomber creaked and groaned as he felt her little tongue flicking against the tip of his shaft, and then she pulled away from him. But he knew what she was doing, and soon he felt her hips pressing against his tip, wriggling with need. Any human would find himself overwhelmed, but even at his age Tex had no problem with handling all three of them. He probably could have handled a few more, to be honest, but this way he could give loving attention to all of them, without anyone feeling left out. He snatched June’s hand away from her pussy, even as April climbed up on top of his nose, straddling him. His eyes were drawn hungrily to the slit between the toned woman’s thighs, a few more dendrites curling up from beneath the chin turret to slither up her legs.

With his wings clear, the remaining two propellers blared into motion, the old bomber straining at his brakes, also serving to press his heavy shaft against May’s tight, wet cunt. The dendrites around her legs tightened slightly, a pleasant squeeze, as two thicker hands emerged to grip her waist, pressing her back further onto his shaft. One inch, two inch, deeper and deeper. Slowly at first. Another dendrite slithered between June’s thighs, teasing the sensitive nub of her clitoris, as the hand on the back of her head pushed her face close to his shaft again.

April continued to grind herself against his cockpit, right in front of his eyes. Tex panted lewdly now, his gray tongue hanging out slightly as he picked April up with ease. He maneuvered her body down, pressing the cool glass of his nosecone between her thighs, before he swung her underneat the chin turret to his mouth. Without waiting a moment longer, he slathered his tongue between her legs, up her stomach, and to her breasts. More manipulators held her comfortably in place, as his tongue slurped back down, beneath her ass, and then plunging the tip – just as thick as his cock – into her pussy.
[1/2/15, 7:26:08 PM] RATBAT: June positively feasted on the base of Tex bomber cock feeling the throbbing reverberate down his sensitive shaft. She felt him grow hotter in her lips and hands and positively enjoyed laying in the shadow of big dangerous machine silhouette. He wasn’t human- but he was still all man. the women where too drunk with desire to notice he was clenching his breaks to keep from catapulting down the runway from all the expenditure of energy behind his turboprops. “How does this feel tex.. hows this?” Tex’s fluids dripped off her chin as she came up for air. From this vantage point she could see part of tex’s excited member disappear into May who bit her lip and cried out at the slight pain and feel of being pumped full with heavy silvery pre. his own tendrils joined in to spread her wide for him-so he could disappear into and feel her clench around his throbbing mass . When he couldn’t fill her anymore, he would pull back slightly and then force forward to build up a pleasant rhythm.
[1/2/15, 7:29:37 PM] RATBAT: April clenched he powerful thighs against his body while Tex’s tongue venture over and under and between her warm core. She cried out “yes! Oh God! yes”.. to a low moan..
[1/2/15, 7:32:11 PM] RATBAT: with one half of his sensitive probe in the mouth of a beautiful eager woman, and the other half of his cock buried deeply in another- the sheer stink of pheromones overwhelmed his olfactory sensors and the send waves of hot stimulation up into his central core to be enjoyed by his systems.
[1/2/15, 7:35:27 PM] RATBAT: April moans “How do i taste my sweet bomber?” While May, face planted against the ground grits her teeth and pants like a dog at the wonderful pulse pounding speed tex was kicking up against her vagina. it made a wet squelching noise and spurts of silver forced out of her opening when he forced deep inside. a waterfall of steaming silver liquid formed between Tex ball turret and both women. “Please don’t stop Tex. please..”
[1/7/15, 9:34:48 PM] RATBAT: The thick, heavy shaft vibrated inside her, the echoes of 4,800 horsepower feeling better than any vibrator ever could. And no vibrator had Tex’s length and girth, or made her feel so full and warm. Mercury cum spilled from between her legs, squirting around his shaft as he drove it deeper inside of her. The bomber was straining, almost leaning forward into her. Two metal hands spread her cheeks, pushing her a little farther back on his shaft and stretching her as far as she could go. His cum pulsed against the very depths of her womb, gushing out between them. Tex pulled back out almost to the tip, leaving May feeling empty inside again, until his next thrust pushed him back in entirely. There was still ten inches of his shaft exposed to the air, and that was in June’s very capable hands and mouth. Her stimulation to his cock only made the amount of cum pulsing into May’s pussy increase. Both women would be feeling the effect by now, that delightful tingle spreading through their nerves, pulsating in their brains. Even April, who was only being slathered by his tongue, would be feeling euphoric as it seeped in through her skin, and when she suckled on the very tip of his tongue, which was more than enough to fill her mouth. He couldn’t respond to June or April with his mouth full, but the heavy shudders and the howling of his props would be indication enough of just how much he enjoyed it. The wind dried the sweat and water from May and June’s skin, like a giant fan, while the air smelled heavily of his exhaust. Again and again, Tex pulled May’s hips against his cock, pushing as deep as he could. The puddle beneath them was large enough that May’s breasts smeared into it, her nipples leaving little lines in the silvery fluid. He skidded forward on his brakes slightly, managing to slip another inch inside of her, more than she had ever taken of him before. His engines howled at maximum output, the roar given off by those four radials able to be heard across all of Littlefield. Tex howled himself, his shaft throbbing again and again as more and more cum pulsed inside her, more than she could ever hope to contain, and so it poured out between them in messy, silvery ropes.

The bomber shivered again, panting against April’s cunt, his hot breath rolling over her sweaty body, as he gently slipped May off his nearly steaming cock, caressing her with his tendrils, running his fingers through her hair. There was a whining sound of hydraulics, and the doors to his bomb bay popped open slightly. Instead of dropping open entirely, they only spread wide enough for a dendrite to dip inside and pull out a body pillow. Setting it on the tarmac beneath him, he cradled May’s body and set her down on it, rubbing her belly gently as her turned his sexual attentions back to June. The tendril stimulating her clit and pussy was joined by a second, and a third, the dendrites coiling around one another like a cable. He plunged it into her sex, far more flexible than his cock was, able to coil and loop around and do all sorts of -incredible- things that no human could ever hope to accomplish.
[1/2/15, 8:32:28 PM] RATBAT: June looked back at the screaming damn near multi-orgasmic spectacle of what had befallen tex’s lovely assault on May’s pussy and her subsequent tap out as she lay cushioned and caressed gently by the big plane. The B-17’s turned his attentions to the 2 woman warriors who were left to tackle this beast. April had come to really enjoy the articulate flicks and pushes of tex’s bizarre metal tongue as it tasted and exploded her deaths. She felt so full from him , and the muscles in her abdomen pulsed to the delight that was his tip against her G-spot. No coherent words could escape her lips.. she simply remain face and forehead pressed against his glass and tendrils securing her back and arms to her sides. she just had to take it.. to feel it. the heat and devotion coming from ol’ tex. June’s knees weekend and she nearly fell over from the assault on her nethers. His tendril jack hammered and teased so that she would be very wet for him.. this was working to great affect because June could no longer hold her own head and shoulder sup, she was putty in his manipulator arms.
[1/2/15, 8:33:09 PM] RATBAT: F– f.. ;;she hissed and grinder her forehead against the pavement;; “fuck me Tex.”
[1/2/15, 8:33:43 PM] RATBAT: her ass now raised into the air in a similar fashion the way may’s had, throbbing and ready for his girth.
[1/7/15, 9:35:18 PM] RATBAT: Tex teased June relentlessly, using those braided manipulators to bring her to the edge of climax, then stop, only to repeat the process until she was a quivering, almost speechless mess. When she presented her ass to him, he shook his head slightly, pulling the coiled dendrites out with a wet slurping sound, lifting June up off her hands and knees and spinning her over so that she was on her back, laying in the warm pool of silvery cum. A few of his dendrites supported her so he wasn’t raking her back and forth on the tarmac. His shaft quivered above her, another dollop of silvery cum dribbling down onto her belly, pooling in her bellybutton. He lifted her hips up, his shaft pressing against her entrance…but he didn’t push himself inside of her. Instead, he rubbed his tip against her entrance, and then slid it up over her groin and onto her belly, gliding her along until his shaft touched her breasts, leaving a great smear of his excitement along her front. He exhaled, pulling back until he was at her entrance again, rubbing her and teasing her, before he slid his shaft along her belly again. “Ya seem to have sprung a leak yerself there, June…” He rumbled huskily, taking a momentary break from tonging April’s pussy. Her juices dribbled down to the ground, smeared along the underside of his fuselage. “Ah think Ah can plug it, but Ah’m afraid yer gonna have to ask.” He continued to gently tend to May’s body, lightly touching her belly, her breasts, her pussy, drawing out her afterglow for as long as possible as he satisfied these two other women.
[1/7/15, 9:35:27 PM] RATBAT: Tex finally obliged the needy woman, sinking his shaft into her pussy. Hers was more easily accomidating than May’s, and the amounts of lubrication meant that he glided in with relative ease, feeling her walls clenching around his length as he pushed in, five inches, six inches, all the way up to nine inches. He bounced her firmly on his cock, his larger hands holding her firmly as he bore down on her. The ball turret whined, the hefty ‘Cheyenne-style’ tail’s rudder and elevators pivoted back and forth, his flaps and ailerons extending to their maximum positions. His engines howled deafeningly loud, gusting past them as he continued to buck into her, tweaking at her nipples with two of his dendrite tips. He slid into her until she could hold no more of him, their essense mixing and gushing out of her, down her ass, dripping onto the floor. Again, the great bomber grit his teeth and hunched up, empyting a heavy, warm load inside a human’s pussy, filling June up like only he could. Even the bomber was starting to get a little winded, but he still had more than enough energy for April, who was already a quivering mess from his oral attentions during this. As he slid out of June, a thick spurt of his cum jetted from her as her quivering muscles clenched on open air. Again his bomb bay popped open, and he pulled out another pillow, setting it down under his other wing for June, setting her down on top of it and giving her the same tender ministrations he was giving May.

Finally, it was April’s turn, the toned, athletic woman…her skin shining with sweat as he lowered her from his mouth, transferring her from one set of dendrites to the next. He didn’t wait for her to ask, he didn’t wait for her to beg. He wanted her to -scream-. Scream his name so that the world could hear it over his powerful Cyclone engines. Dendrites spread her legs wide, and he shoved his length into her without preamble. He clutched her to his fuselage, humping at her as best as his rigid airframe would allow. Of them all, April had been able to take the most of his length inside her – she’d been practicing for him, after all – and he was going to put that practice to use, fitting in every inch that he could.
[1/2/15, 9:37:30 PM] RATBAT: oh man..
[1/2/15, 9:37:34 PM] RATBAT: this bomber is so lucky
[1/2/15, 9:37:41 PM] CerebralError: (^-^)
[1/2/15, 9:37:48 PM] CerebralError: (He certainly is!)
[1/2/15, 9:43:39 PM] RATBAT: With nothing left to tie back his speech all the women could hear his grunts and moans. most of it translated into engine revs over gale force winds. None even cared who saw, it just felt natural and good. April squeezed the B-17’s pulsing hot shaft within her becoming quite high and tingly . head head flew back and her eyes shut tight. her teeth bared and her tongue stuck out. UAAHH!!! AGH’ she sounded as he pounded her little body against his ball. he could feel from his seniors that her hear beat was elevated, her breathing was sporadic, her brainwave patterns alight. She really Did enjoy him.. and hopefully soon, these women would truly accept him accept a bond with one perhaps.. a family perhaps.. The machine despite just recently being reborn, was still an old and one of the few few of his kind left. This anxiety and desire permitted through much of all post cold war and earlier machines. So he fucked her, fucked her like he hungered to keep her. “My love..” her toes curled.

[1/2/15, 9:45:34 PM] RATBAT: the tendrils that caressed the women, became in turn caressed by the females as well. both tired and panting, they asked, ‘cum for us tex.. ;;pant;; we want to hear your joy..”
[1/2/15, 9:46:41 PM] RATBAT: April nipped at one of his tendrils and kissed his hull. a strong feeling growing in he belly. she would cum soon if Tex’s relentless assault continued on. She could barely endure such power.
[1/2/15, 9:47:14 PM] RATBAT: “I am yours tex. Cum in me.. enjoy me..”
[1/2/15, 9:51:21 PM] RATBAT: May and June raised their arms up to touch his wing, or get him to slower it slightly so they could feel it against them. the sight was went and chaotic and tender. May’s young eyelids heavy and closing.. now she could only hear the crying out of her big compatriot April so assaulted by this loving beast of steel and rivets
[1/2/15, 9:51:43 PM] RATBAT: she whispered to him. ‘we love you just the way you are Tex. ”
[1/2/15, 9:53:04 PM] RATBAT: This is what all machines want to hear.. just complete acceptance of them.
[1/2/15, 9:53:12 PM] RATBAT: not fear nor mistrust..
[1/2/15, 9:53:21 PM] RATBAT: they just want to be loved like humans want to be loved

[1/2/15, 10:09:22 PM] CerebralError: Tex was growling and grunting, thrusting April down onto his cock, nearly a foot of his metallic masculinity buried inside her. Her toned body rippled with pleasure, squeezing down on him firmly, practically milking him. The bomber’s engines thundered, deafening to the girls beneath him, their hair being blown back in the gusts. He was redlining his engines, his throttles maxed out and rattling his whole airframe. His tires strained against the tarmac, the force from his engines trying to push him forward. Tex closed his eyes, holding April tight against his underbelly. He could barely hear the whispers of the girls beneath him, but he -could- hear them. The B-17 clenched, crying out loudly as he spilled his largest load yet, practically exploding inside April’s cunt. The backwash surged out from around their coupling, but not a single inch of her womb had escaped from being coated with his seed. Tex continued to pulse and throb inside her for several long moments as his engines slowly spooled down to more survivable rpms, and then finally puttering out. Gallons of his cum pooled beneath his airframe, the girls bodies splattered with it, their bodies glistening. Tex sagged on his landing gear, panting long and hard. Gently, he pulled April free of his cock, releasing a final spurt that sloshed over her belly and dripped off her firm abs. He reached into his bomb bay and retrieved a final pillow, laying her down upon it and gingerly rubbing her breasts and stomach. All of them were spent, utterly and completely, and Tex felt a great amount of satisfaction inside. “I love you girls…all of you…” He rumbled softly, shielding them from the sun, and continuing to express his love to his lovely ladies.

Of course, they would all have to wash up again when they recovered…

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Avenger

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First off many apologies as my machine story’s mostly just exist in the form of old Roleplays and badly spelled ones at that. This was the story of Kevin and Grace. I rescued it from the archives 6 months ago.

 

[7/1/14, 2:15:20 AM]  walking by the hangar, and admirer’s engine purrs softly…
[7/1/14, 2:16:38 AM]  you turn around, and the “lady” of the hangar makes no attempt to turn her nose away..
[7/1/14, 2:16:47 AM]  but she locks optics with you for a moment.
[7/1/14, 2:17:09 AM]  you think she might ask you a question but she doesn’t.
[7/1/14, 2:17:22 AM] Han: I would probably return the gaze. curious and interested.
[7/1/14, 2:17:42 AM] Han: possibly letting her speak first. it would be impolite to break her thought.
[7/1/14, 2:17:44 AM]  so you walk forward , maybe you say something like, ‘um.. can I help you..?”
[7/1/14, 2:18:09 AM] Han: “Is there something I can help you with?” Id ask in a simple voice.
[7/1/14, 2:18:57 AM]  she wheels closer until her nose is just barely above your shoulder and you can see her optics beckoning you from just beyond her prop

[7/1/14, 2:20:11 AM] Han: My hand would reach up.. not afraid to feel her hull. I’ve danced with big machines.. my step wouldn’t be nervous.
[7/1/14, 2:21:03 AM]  she still doesn’t say anything although it looks like she wants to scream something out. But her eyes soften and close.. enjoying the feeling of your warm hands against her hull
[7/1/14, 2:22:00 AM] maybe you hear the soft whine of air she sucks into her intakes attempting to keep calm
[7/1/14, 2:22:28 AM]  or the whirr of the engine still warm and deep under the airframe
[7/1/14, 2:22:41 AM] Han: My palm would feel over the material, looking at the rivets that hold the metal in place. I feel though as if I shouldn’t inquire deeper.
[7/1/14, 2:23:12 AM] Han: Let the lady lead my mind says.

[7/1/14, 2:23:52 AM] : I wonder what plane she is..
[7/1/14, 2:25:24 AM]  cause I just imagine..
[7/1/14, 2:25:30 AM]  that question never gets asked
[7/1/14, 2:25:38 AM]  and the answer never gets given
[7/1/14, 2:25:52 AM]  she deploys a mechadendrite to move along the length of your face
[7/1/14, 2:26:03 AM]  and pull you beyond her nose to her mouth
[7/1/14, 2:26:16 AM] were she gently steals a mechanical kiss from your lips
[7/1/14, 2:26:39 AM] Han: if everything happened just right. that question might never need pass one’s lips
[7/1/14, 2:27:05 AM]  its awkward, but you feel the sincerity, a bit of tongue against your tongue..
[7/1/14, 2:27:29 AM]  and another dendrite slithers up your right arm pulling you in a little closer
[7/1/14, 2:27:51 AM]  till your practically leaning against her airframe and she cranes her neck to meet you full on
[7/1/14, 2:28:14 AM] Han: I’d ease into a lean against the gal, still rubbing her outside and feeling her.
[7/1/14, 2:28:18 AM] Han: guessing what she was.
[7/1/14, 2:28:27 AM]  maybe its dark..
[7/1/14, 2:28:34 AM]  the lights are off in the hangar for a reason
[7/1/14, 2:28:39 AM]  maybe she’s nervous

[7/1/14, 2:29:00 AM] Han: perhaps he wasn’t meant to be there.. but he went into the hangar anyway
[7/1/14, 2:29:05 AM]  in the dark you can’t read her serial numbers on her tail
[7/1/14, 2:30:02 AM] Han: I would gently reach for the dendrite and feel it.
[7/1/14, 2:30:24 AM] Han: Such a soft, inviting piece of metal. how can it be so tender
[7/1/14, 2:31:26 AM]  you can tell by the slight quiver in her bottom lip she wants to ask a question but it won’t leave her lips.. instead , instead you feel a larger dendrite wrap around your thigh and one behind your back gently tip you over and she pushes her nose against your shoulder.
[7/1/14, 2:31:32 AM] now you are on the floor
[7/1/14, 2:32:05 AM]  and she carefully wheels over you and lowers herself to put her mouth around yours again

[7/1/14, 2:32:16 AM] Han: despite giving a groan from toppling from six foot tall, down to three.
[7/1/14, 2:33:32 AM] Han: easing myself, rubbing her cheeks and letting her lead this.. kiss.
[7/1/14, 2:33:33 AM]  she has lowered you gently.. because now more dendrites have sprang forth to grab at your flight suit and peel your leather skull cap off
[7/1/14, 2:34:00 AM]  all the while tasting the metallic tongue of a large female war bird against your own
[7/1/14, 2:34:34 AM]  she’s so nervous, more and more air moves in through her intakes. in small quiet gasps..
[7/1/14, 2:35:31 AM] Han: I would gently hold her cheek and a dendrite, take in a breath after tasting more of the warbirds tongue. “Breath sweetie. No need to be frightened.”
[7/1/14, 2:36:15 AM] Han: “No need to be scared.”
[7/1/14, 2:36:45 AM] your body gets lifted to meet the length of her under belly. crisp and smooth and riveted. mechadendrits and feelers move up your back from inside the coat.
[7/1/14, 2:37:19 AM]  she’s very warm, and there is no evidence she’s even left the hangar
[7/1/14, 2:38:33 AM] Han: trembles just a little.. the sensation of being lifted into this pseudo hug against the belly and his back getting stroked from under his trench coat and shirt let him take in another breath of air. Now able to easily rub the belly and feel for more signs. Was she a bomber perhaps with bay doors.

[7/1/14, 2:40:06 AM] she gains her composure, but instead of something all important and world view breaking she utters out.. ” i..i.. ”

[7/1/14, 2:42:44 AM] Han: Keeps gently rubbing the belly. ” You?” stops once he feels something and just rubs it soothingly.

[7/1/14, 2:43:55 AM]  oh so timid.. so.. shamed and yet not ashamed.
[7/1/14, 2:44:18 AM] : her eyes close..
[7/1/14, 2:44:40 AM]  and you can feel a deep hum from somewhere deep inside her
[7/1/14, 2:44:41 AM] Han: Im not afraid to show my love and admiration for a machine.
[7/1/14, 2:46:05 AM]  those dendrites they pull your coat aside.. and one wraps around you from behind.. pulling and tugging at the buttons of your shirt..
[7/1/14, 2:46:27 AM]  freeing you from the layers that separate your hot flesh from her cool quivering steel
[7/1/14, 2:47:26 AM] Han: “breath easily.” still rubbing what he thinks is a pitot tube. Still held up to the belly. feeling his clothes removed so his warm flesh could press to the metal.. “Mm.. does.. the gorgeous gal need a belly warming?”
[7/1/14, 2:48:30 AM]  when she feels it, the sensation.. so delicious and soft, sends waves of pleasure throughout her fuselage and she grits her little fang tooth together.
[7/1/14, 2:49:14 AM]  she huffs and her prop spins around once.. you feel tugging at the bottom of your pants
[7/1/14, 2:49:58 AM]  she gasps again through her intakes desperate to understand these things called ‘pants” before someone walks in or she looses her nerve, or worse.. she’s rejected..
[7/1/14, 2:50:12 AM]: she didn’t want this.. she needed this..
[7/1/14, 2:50:43 AM] Han: He slowly hugs onto the belly with his arms. though his exposed chest does do what they do with cold. Looking down and seeing his pants trying to be removed. Still not wanting to question but he then splits the silence. “Do.. you need help?”
[7/1/14, 2:51:58 AM]  with a shocked and somewhat embarrassed expression she shut her eyes tight and lowered her head to see you from the side. “I.. yes.. please help me..”
[7/1/14, 2:53:00 AM]  you could probably scarcely notice but the mechadendrites have already made short work tossing off the offensive heavy coat and shirt..
[7/1/14, 2:53:19 AM]  the metal now traceing the curves around the muscles of your back shoulders

[7/1/14, 2:53:28 AM] Han: His face looked soft, and his voice was still collected. whispering cause he knew it was to help ease the female not be afraid.
[7/1/14, 2:54:03 AM] Han: His body not the prime example of human fitness.. but it was tough when it needs to be.

[7/1/14, 2:54:54 AM] Han: Thin arms that could definitely get the job done. fair chest and a little chubby belly..
[7/1/14, 2:55:05 AM]  she had signed up for everything that was hidden underneath your clothes
[7/1/14, 2:55:22 AM]  and part of that was your humanness
[7/1/14, 2:56:16 AM] Han: He was human after all.. no Olympian god or complete twink. he could be better but he was quite alright.
[7/1/14, 2:56:25 AM]  in the dark she closes her eyes and licks her mouth. her prop spins once around again. and the dendrites slither down stairs..
[7/1/14, 2:57:38 AM] Han: “ooh.. adventurous.. aren’t you ma’am?” he says with a little nervous sound feeling the dendrites slither against his body and down to places few go.
[7/1/14, 2:59:30 AM]  ;;she knods and keeps silent, except for the sound of a whimper. warm silky smooth metal tendrils search for your member wondering if you were soft, or hard.. but feeling the distinct temperature differential between this delightful place and the press of your belly
[7/1/14, 3:01:29 AM] Han: He does seem to blush and warm up all over.. idly shifting his hips once that warm tendril feels its target.. half hard and quite warm still in its pants confines. “Is.. is this what you need sweetie?” he says with a soft squeeze of his hand on her side.
[7/1/14, 3:03:09 AM]  she squeezes your rump firmly for a few seconds.. “I’ve gotten your kiss.. I’ve gotten your touch. i need to feel something warm and good from a human.. I..’
[7/1/14, 3:04:06 AM]  ;;she rubs and caresses and strokes your member softly.. hopping you will stiffen and engorge for her.. but willing to accept the consequences now for overstepping her bounds..;;
[7/1/14, 3:04:35 AM]  “..with a pilot.. i needed.. to be with a pilot, with you. ”
[7/1/14, 3:05:59 AM] Han: Tenses up and does give a sort of ‘squeak’ from his voice.. a useless skill he had learned on his own. His rump was fairly plump in the dendrites hold.. his body only being about two hundred pounds in total.. and most was below his navel. “You, did get a kiss, and I will always give you my touch. If you want more.. then all you have to do.” Pauses his voice, letting her stiffen his four inches up till it was seven..
[7/1/14, 3:06:51 AM] Han: “All you have to do is ask.” he finishes his words, signaling his permission as he also gives a soft and tender kiss to the aircraft ladies tummy.
[7/1/14, 3:10:32 AM]  ;;dendrites knead and softly squeeze you. she can feel your member pulse with the beat of your human heart now. your body giving off a musk she cannot resist. another feeler reaching from behind to massage and knead at your balls hopping to encourages you to stiffen more and enjoy what she must so desperately do to you.;;
[7/1/14, 3:11:11 AM]  one dendrite in your mouth to feel your tongue.. you are moving farther away from her mouth now, and it is impossible to steal a kiss now.
[7/1/14, 3:12:25 AM]  she moves you with her incredibly strong manipulators down along the her undercarriage between her strengthening landing gear her appendages- the color of silvery metal.
[7/1/14, 3:13:25 AM]  she had pressed your burning cock against her belly, which seemed much cooler in comparison until you reached a particular patch of rivets and panels;;
[7/1/14, 3:13:33 AM] Han: His bit throbs and does stiffen at its current size.. seems he was packing something most would be jealous about.. giving a soft sigh feeling another dendrite toy with his sac. A little drop of his pre leaks up and beads at the tip. He just keeps tenderly kissing the craft along her underside as she repositions him further down.
[7/1/14, 3:14:33 AM] Han: Giving a slow gasp with the new patch of metal pressed to his body while his member now does get free’d by his own hands.. letting it press flat and smooth to her underside.
[7/1/14, 3:15:25 AM] Han: Hopefully by now his own eyes have adjusted to the darkness.. where he can see the landing gear glimmer some in the dark light.
[7/1/14, 3:17:14 AM] Han: ( are you doing alright? I wouldn’t want to overstep either )
[7/1/14, 3:17:47 AM]  you feel a little give, the rivets part a little to the side revealing something that felt, very complicated, layered and hot. you couldn’t see it but you could feel it… The large female machine pressed you carefully against the floor and her belly careful so as not to crush you with her weight, and used the manipulation arms to pull you into her.
[7/1/14, 3:19:42 AM]  your rump pulled tightly against her belly, this new sensation enveloping you, a warm, moist and very strong feeling overcame your delicate aching member
[7/1/14, 3:21:04 AM] She gripped you inside her and arched her airframe , pushing her head up to point toward the hangar ceiling and her tail flaps curled to one side.
[7/1/14, 3:22:11 AM] Han: Slowly gasping once feeling his bit being accepted between the riveted panels and gently tugged into the warm insides by this pull and her own weight pushing on him. gripping her sides once more and lightly spreading his legs once laying down on the ground with her now taking lead and arching. “Mmph.. this.. I was.. not expecting.” he whispers as his belly squeezes to give a slow and gentle thrust up into these warm, moist and tantalizing walls.
[7/1/14, 3:22:36 AM] Now you could hear her voice pour from her. she moaned and grinded her body into you, enveloping your rock hard cock and gripping you from your very tip down deep to your base.
[7/1/14, 3:23:41 AM] Han: Gasps and rolls his head back.. lightly arching his spine so his shaft was getting nicely pushed into this amazing grip he felt inside the wet walls.
[7/1/14, 3:26:10 AM]  the suction and the heat of this machine radiated deep into your hips. you could feel the reverberation, the grow coming from her mouth and her engine. she pulled her tail up and grinded against you further. Moaning yet louder this time.
[7/1/14, 3:26:56 AM]  you think you could see her shed a single mechanical tear from the side of her face. it was everything she wanted from this very kind pilot.
[7/1/14, 3:27:14 AM] : she growled.
[7/1/14, 3:27:34 AM]  ;;huff;; ..pilot.. fuck me..harder..
[7/1/14, 3:27:41 AM] Han: His cock does give easily in the pulling grip of this manipulation arm. the skin loose and easily toyed with.. even with him hard. making him moan with as you grind on his size.. pouring this heat into his groin and making him ooze a bit of pre so far.. He saw the little glimmer from the eye before his own eyes shut with a throaty moan.
[7/1/14, 3:27:43 AM]  take me.. she begged
[7/1/14, 3:28:55 AM] Han: his feet do manage to get enough grip on the ground as she begged him.. pleaded with him to do this now.. and he starts to give one thrust.. then another. rolling his hips with a strong bucking motion.
[7/1/14, 3:29:22 AM]  every sensation she could feel from you, you could feel from her. this tight mechanical well of hers seemed to be full of the same neural feedback emitters you had heard of spoken in whispers by other fellow humans who may have dared to do such things..
[7/1/14, 3:31:25 AM] Han: knitting his eyebrows and blushing red.. never having dreamed he’d experience such a pleasure and honor. thrusting faster now as his body gets into this rocking and rolling. Moaning a little louder as the tight walls bring sensations he’s never had.
[7/1/14, 3:31:37 AM]  mecha dendrites caressed your body bait erratically — the pleasure in her air frame building. her prop begins to spin a little more and she growls . “faster sweet pilot, faster.”
[7/1/14, 3:33:26 AM]  like the toes clenching on an enraptured lover, her air brakes open and splay out. she cries out, her mouth open and her prop moving at full speed
[7/1/14, 3:34:43 AM] Han: he doesn’t even have the breath to speak as he thrusts hard and fast.. pressing himself as hard as he can against her underside as he feels himself peaking..
[7/1/14, 3:35:59 AM] Han: “Guh!” blushing red with how he sounds as his shaft throbs hotter with its orgasm.. spurting out a fair sized human load.. perhaps a tablespoon.
[7/1/14, 3:36:42 AM] : her whole body lurches and you hear the creaking of streighning metal and squeak of suspension.
[7/1/14, 3:36:51 AM]  one- two-
[7/1/14, 3:37:21 AM]  three rolls of her airframe into your climaxing member and she cries out in pleasure .. ahhh~~ ahhhh~~
[7/1/14, 3:37:38 AM]  ;;a long, joyful airplane orgasm ;;
[7/1/14, 3:38:20 AM]  you see her shiver and rock her head and nose quickly two and fro before cutting her engines and sputtering out
[7/1/14, 3:38:55 AM]  ;;laying her head against tool boxes and whatever else. gasping through her intakes and dripping with condensation;;
[7/1/14, 3:39:44 AM] Han: his glorious peak ends a little ways into her own.. human afterall. not the longest of endurance. But even after he orgasmed.. his shaft was still plenty hard. “Gnng.. s..sweetie.. y..your voice is so loud.. I.. I was afraid you would have buckled atop me..” he says while rubbing her belly even more
[7/1/14, 3:40:39 AM]  she remains still for a minute- long enough to feel you emptily every last bit out your heat into her.. before she reluctantly releases her grip on your still hard cock
[7/1/14, 3:41:42 AM]  no longer embarrassed , but drunk with pleasure she pulls you up against her belly and slums the debts of your mouth again with yet another airplane kiss
[7/1/14, 3:41:53 AM]  and then lets you breathe
[7/1/14, 3:43:00 AM]  you could see her eyes in a half closed or half open daze as she raised her frame up off the ground in a perfect upright position.
[7/1/14, 3:43:14 AM] Han: Rubs more around her side as she pulls him up again.. kissing just to leave him wiggling a bit till he gasps down a breath of air. “Nng~?!” exhales and breaths. “Ma’am. Do please tell me… are you feeling better? Are you okay?” Reaching out and attempting to stroke her cheek.
[7/1/14, 3:45:48 AM]  ;she smiles and giggles bait;; y-yes I’m alright. thank you pilot. i suppose, the man, normally rides the machine but this time.. it was different.
[7/1/14, 3:46:18 AM]  i got to.. ride you. ;;she licked her lips and closed her eyes;;
[7/1/14, 3:46:42 AM] Han: he does give a shy grin seeing her glow in the aftermath.
[7/1/14, 3:46:59 AM]  ;;your nude body as pulled to your feet and gently as you were set down;;
[7/1/14, 3:47:52 AM] Han: “Different is never bad ma’am.” getting his balance back once the dendrites let him go, able to pull his pants up as his shaft was now soft and dripping a little of the aircrafts ‘nectar’.
[7/1/14, 3:48:05 AM]  She caught a glimpse of your clothes that were so haphazardly kicked to the side. And thought that maybe this would be too much effort to dress again.
[7/1/14, 3:48:25 AM]  She whispers ‘you could stay..’ ;;her tail flaps curling;;
[7/1/14, 3:48:58 AM] Han: He looks around, only in his pants. “I think I will stay here. with you. Its already so late.”
[7/1/14, 3:48:59 AM] But if you can’t– don’t forget me. ..
[7/1/14, 3:49:54 AM] Han: “I don’t think I can ever forget the sound of your voice. so soft and kind. Even if you shared it for a little.”
[7/1/14, 3:49:58 AM]  In one joyous motion, a manipulator arm wraps around your waste and she buries part of her eyes in your chest;;

thank you.. pilot..

[7/1/14, 3:51:09 AM] Han: He gives one short ‘meep, another useless noise he’s learned as she presses her face to his chest. “Oh oh~ its okay sweetie, its okay.”

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Strange story

Sorin and Michie (B2-spirit)

 

“Yeah, you doin’ alright?  I mean iss-iss been like 4 months since ya signed up for dat shit… I dunno, I was just…”

Sorin was so busy talking over the phone that he didn’t notice the timid Vietnamese woman sneak up behind him.  “Excuse me-” she said.

“G-HUECK!” he exclaimed as he fumbled with his phone, which was all the more difficult as his manipulators were much larger than the phone itself.  “S-sorry, lady, could you give me like one sec?”  he replied as he turned back to his phone.  “Yeah, hi, ya there?  Look, we’ll talk later, call me after 9 or sumtin’ tomorrow, I gotta customer over here.  Yeah, you know my number, I don’t know yours, because government.  Okay, love ya.”  He put his phone on sleep, shoved it into a corner and then turned to the young woman again.  “Well, you got my attention; ya want something?”

“I just want to talk with you,” the woman said.

“Lady, I’ve seen you over here for like 10 days straight, after hours.  ONLY after hours.” Sorin’s voice grew louder with each word.  “Iss bedtime!  Don’tcha know what bedtime means?  Means GO HOME!”

“Home is here,” she replied softly, trying to hold back a tear.  “Nowhere else I go.”

“Oh,” Sorin sheepishly said, his volume reverting to acceptable conversation levels.  “You lost or something?”

“No.  Want to be here.  With you.  Want to know you.”

“Okay, that’s nice and everything, but you could have done it while the place was still open.  There’s like, audiobooks and e-books you could borrow.  You could even ask some of them old-ass veterans about me; they probably know more about me than ME!”

“No.  I do not want to know you there.  I want to know the you inside you.”

“Oh.  Ohh.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Sorin was left with no words.  As a retired B-2 Spirit that had been repurposed as an unmanned drone, he was not used to having close relationships with human civilians, especially not with women.  Especially not with THIS type of woman.  “Young adult, cute face, long hair, kinda dirty… MAN, those are some boobies she got on her,” Sorin thought to himself.  After a few seconds, he finally mustered up the courage to say, “Well… whaddaya want?”

“Name is Michie.  What about yours?”

“Well if you were paying attention to the GODDAMN SIGNS ALL OVER THE PLACE… eh, my name is Sorin.  That’s it.  Just Sorin.  Y’know, like a bird?  AH-HYEH-HYEH-HYEH okay I’ll stop.  How’d you manage to stay in here after the place closed?”

“Many planes.  Good hiding places.  Who were you talking to on phone?”

“Oh, that’s no one important, HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH, is just, um… Okay, she’s a friend I know who used to work here, big-ass air-beast like me, but a different kind of air-beast, yanno?  Used to be the only other unmanned airplane exhibit around here.  Heavy transport, VTOL, goddamn heliplane.  Made this museum very popular for a while.  Pro’ly cuz ‘a dem titties ‘n shit.  Y’know, kids love’m.  The titties.  Shit.”

Michie stared blankly at Sorin, confused by his mangling of English grammar.

“Anyway,” Sorin continued, “she got a new job, we said goodbye, she left!  Gone to this super-secret science lab or somethin’; it’s so secret that I don’t even know the name or place, and if I did they’d just fry my brain to make me forget!” Then he added, in a sinister whisper, “Which probably means I had known about it before.  Then the CIA happened.  Straight outta nowhere.  Please don’t talk about it anymore.”

“How long you work here?” Michie asked.

“Well, gee, I’ve been here so long, even I’ve forgotten.  Probably like 42 years; you should check the website, they have more info on the exhibits.”  He paused for a moment, then added, “But that was only the time when this place was a museum; I was here when they still used it to launch bombers, INTO REBEL ASSHOLES!  They’re like ‘this place has rebels out the ass, go shove a bomb down their throats to shut them up!’”

“Woooowwwww,” Michie exclaimed with awe.

“I know, riveting stuff right?  An’ I was like TOP BOMBER, BEST IN CLASS, MEDAL OF HONOR! (The medal, not the game.)  I would go in, when it was night, and I was like “Y’can’t see me, I’m goddamn BLACK AS NIGHT!”  No seriously, they LITERALLY couldn’t see me, not with radar, not with camera, not with eyes on the sky 24-7!  They’d be walking around, chatting it up with their friends, ‘Hey, fellow insurgent!  Nice evening to blow up some children!’  And then suddenly they’d be like ‘OH NO!  IT IS US THAT IS BEING BLOWN UP!  CALL MICHAEL BAY’S GHOST AND TELL HIM TO MAKE A MOVIE ABOUT US!’”

Michie giggled and stroked the edge of Sorin’s wing with her hand, while Sorin was still busy rambling about his life to notice.

“And I was there, when they were still building goddamn land expansions, on this freaking HUGE man-made island, off the coast of New York when it WASN’T scoured off the map by another GODDAMN HURRICANE!  And I was there too; they wanted me to stop a bunch of goddamn riots, so I went in there, and dropped fun bombs!  Y’know, the kind that don’t kill ’cause these guys are OUR GUYS!  GOD BLESS AAAAAAMERICAAAAAAAAAA!!”

The walls of the museum seemed to shake as Sorin’s voice reached a crescendo.  Meanwhile, Michie had somehow climbed on top of Sorin and was now riding him as if he were a horse.  Sorin seemed not to notice.

“And then they recalled me, just so they could put a new brain in my head, ‘CAUSE THE OLD ONE WASN’T AS GOOD!  Then, when they…”

While Sorin was continuing to spew tales of his military life, Michie had managed to lull herself to sleep on top of Sorin.  It wasn’t until Sorin was finished with his tirade (which was about 63 minutes later) that he realized Michie was sleeping peacefully on top of him.

“Hey, uh…” Sorin whispered.  “You- you dead?  Can you hear me?”

Michie didn’t move from her spot, but she was still visibly breathing, which was all Sorin wanted to see.  He carefully scooped her up with his manipulator hand and stowed her in his bomb bay, so that nobody would ask about any uninvited guests when it came time to open up the museum the next morning.

The floors sufficiently clean, Michie silently congratulated herself on a job well done.  Being a janitor was surprisingly easy for her, and the work was interesting enough that she was never bored on the job.  Plus, she got to look at all the exhibits for free.

With the museum closed for the evening, Michie retired to her quarters/janitor’s closet to change into more comfortable clothes.  While she was in the middle of changing, she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she said.

The door opened, and Michie saw the angular face of a Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit bomber (drone variant) outside the doorway to the hangar.  She know this bomber by the name of Sorin.

“Agk, geez!” Sorin yelled as he tried to look away.  “Don’t you know any dignity?”

Michie, having grown up in an environment where clothing was considered a luxury, did not fully understand why the sight of exposed human breasts were anathema to Sorin.  Sorin had been conditioned during his military service to react to the sight of human genitals the same way most civilized humans do–that is, not look at them–lest he be the star of the latest national scandal.

“Anyway,” Sorin continued as Michie finished putting on some decent clothes, “I got you some dinner, since you were so busy with work.  Now, I tried to make that Pho thing that you Viets like to make, but the in-house restaurants don’t serve rice noodle, so I had to improvise.”  Using both of his manipulator arms, he produced a bowl filled with a reddish-brown, murky substance, as if he were presenting it in front of the UN Council.

Michie took the bowl and stared at it, unsure of whether or not it would taste good.

“The FINEST ingredients we could afford–Grade AAA hamburger, lettuce, tomatoes, beans, spaghetti, and vegetable soup mix.” Sorin tried to smile confidently as he said those words, which was a complicated maneuver as his face was shaped the same way as a shark’s.

Hesitantly, Michie took a small gulp of the concoction.  Sorin moved a little closer, eagerly waiting for her response.

“…It’s good,” Michie said.  “Very good.  I like it.”

At that moment, Sorin’s mind exploded.  He awkwardly moved away to hide his expression of pure, childish glee, almost tipping over in the process.  Once he regained his composure, he turned back to Michie and asked, “So how do you like working here?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” she replied.  “Not too hard.  No one bother me.  Get to see many things.”

“Well that’s good, I had to pull a few strings to make it happen.  Did you know that you can win a lot of arguments just by being a goddamn huge black triangle of steel death?  It’s- that’s science fact.”

There was a moment of silence as Michie continued to eat/drink the chunky brew.

“So, eh, you still haven’t told me why you been livin’ here,” asked Sorin.

“Not important right now,” said Michie while she set aside the empty bowl.

“Oh, c’mon, you asked me things that I didn’t think were important, so you could at least return the favor, lady.”

Michie took a deep breath.  “Used to live in small village.  See mommy and daddy every day.  Then bad men came.”

“Oh, I don’t like where this is goin’.”

“Bad men take everything.  House.  Family.  Nothing left.”  Michie was on the verge of crying.  “Had to go to city.  Take many jobs.  Very hard.  Then one day, big plane find me.”

“Ohhhhhh.”

“Plane like you; very nice, very smart.  Take me to this island.”

“Yeah, I think I remember that guy.  He was here for a special exhibition on hybrids and other bigass aircraft.”  The realization hit Sorin a second later.  “Ah, and that’s why you so interested in me is it?”

“No, I don’t like you because you are plane.”  She rubbed the side of Sorin’s wing with her index finger.  “I like you because you are good plane.”

“Well, I ain’t THAT good…”

“Why?  Why are you not good?”

“Uh, listen…”  Sorin thought long and hard about what he should say–would she understand?  Would she think less of him for what he was about to say?  “I’ve come this far,” Sorin thought to himself, “so the hell with it.”  He turned to Michie with a face as serious as it could be.  “I’m a goddamn bomber.  That means I kill people.  All my life I’ve been told to kill people.  And I do that.  Killing people.  You think killing people is a good thing?”

“Killing is bad.”

“That’s right, killing is bad.  But there are bad people who kill other people, so we have to kill those bad people, so that they don’t kill other people.  Get it?”

“I get it.”

“Yeah, I’ve killed a lot of people.  But all of them were bad people.  At least, I think they were bad people.  I might have killed some good people.  I don’t know, it’s hard to remember.”

“Why do you not know?”

“Well, killing people is so bad, even goddamn death machines like me know it.  That’s why they put these filters into our minds, so that we don’t think about it.  I might have said before, all those things about my life, and how they were AWESOME?  Well, in my mind, they were.  In my mind, war is like a goddamn video game; you move somewhere, click the target, ‘n BAM!  Bad guy blows up, YOU WIN!”

Michie started to giggle.

“That’s what the filter does for us.  Without it, war is hell.  Also boring as SHIT!  There’s no bigass cavalry of us coming along to save the day by bombing the shit outta the bad guys; there’s only a target that we have to wait for someone on the ground to confirm BEFORE we can start blasting the shit outta it, even though everyone can CLEARLY SEE ON THE SCREEN THAT THE BAD GUYS ARE THERE, THEY’RE ABOUT TO BLOW YOU UP, JUST MAKE THE GODDAMN CALL YOU STUPID FGGN RRGGFF-”

Sorin stopped himself.  Michie reentered the hangar.

“Yeah, you see why we needed those filters.  ‘Cause apparently, someone decided that freakin’ huge machines that deliver gift-wrapped packages of DEATH should have the same brains as humans, ignoring the fact that human brains are FLAWED AS SHIT!  Iss like that one guy I know: old-as-shit super jet, older than me, baddest ass there is!  CAUGHT A ROCKET TO THE FACE!”

Michie couldn’t help but laugh; not at Sorin’s tale itself, but at his over-the-top delivery.

“They brought him back, fixed his face, but apparently they couldn’t fix his GODDAMN MIND ’cause he started sayin’… a-a bunch of BULLSHIT, something about a ‘World Tree’ like he’s been readin’ Greek mythology or I dunno, then he went rogue, and then he came back and RAPED SOME WOMAN IN FRONT OF ALL OF US!”

Something triggered inside the young woman, as she began to listen more intently.

“So we said ‘Okay, this guy’s crazy, let’s kick his ass!’  But then that woman, that was JUST RAPED, apparently his crazy musta gone over to her, ’cause she was saying shit like ‘please don’t kick his ass!’ and then we were all ‘MOVE, BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY!’ and then we went after that guy… for like TWO GODDAMN MONTHS!”  Sorin took a deep breath.  “Anyway, after that, he just kinda vanished.  That’s the end of that.”

“Vanished?”

“Yeah, vanished.  As in disappeared.  Or flew off.  Or ceased to exist.  Last contact anyone had with him was over Sakha in Russia, I dunno, no one cares anymore.”

There was an uncomfortable pause as both Sorin and Michie looked at each other.

“Well, I guess you better get some sleep then,” Sorin said.  “Another day of work tomorrow!”

“Sorin,” Michie spoke quietly.  “Why do you do this for me?”

“Ah, eh, um, well…” Sorin had trouble coming up with an excuse.  “W-when you’re the star of the museum, ya gotta be nice to everyone, y’know?”

A coy grin formed on Michie’s face.  “Maybe you fall in love?”

“Love?  Like, seriously?  We’re- we’re goin’ in that direction?”

Michie giggled.  “Just teasing.  Don’t worry.”

She kissed Sorin squarely on the tip of his nose.  If stealth bombers could blush, he would be as red as a raspberry.

“Goodnight,” she said as she stepped back though the door to her quarters.

As the door closed and the last light turned itself off, Sorin returned to his proper place in the hangar.  Left alone with his thoughts, Sorin mused on what had transpired in the last hour.

“Love… izzat what that is?”

One of the popular additions to the museum was a kids’ playpen, located in one of the corners of the main hangar.  In keeping with the kid-friendly environment, the playpen contained various model planes and cartoon posters that attempted to teach children facts about aerodynamics and aircraft design.  There was even a wide-screen television mounted on the wall, which was used to play whatever kids’ movie was featured this week.  (It was the third Planes movie.)

This night, however, the playpen was being used for not-very-kid-friendly purposes.

One Vietnamese woman was watching the television from atop a Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit, which was also facing the television.

“DAS IST DER SCHLIMMSTE VERRAT VON ALLEN!” boomed the surround sound system as the constipated form of an Austrian man flailed his fist around on the screen, while the wrong subtitles flashed on the bottom.  “Verrat!  Bringen sie mir Fegelein!  FEGELEIN!!  Fegelein, FEGELEIN!!”

The bomber aircraft nodded his head the only way he knew how. “Masterpiece,” he said with a grinning face.

Using a remote, the woman turned off the television and gently rode the bomber’s curves down to the ground.  The name ‘Michie’ was visible on the name tag affixed to her janitorial clothes.

“Hey, what was that for?” the bomber asked.

A catlike smile appeared on Michie’s face.  “Sorin,” she began, “do you love me?”

“Eeeeeeehhhhhhhh, well,” Sorin said as he tried to stall for time, “I do like you, but more like a friend, y’know?  It’s just- well, I’ve thought about whether or not this ‘like’ translates to ‘love’, and I’m definitely sure I WHOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!”

Michie had somehow removed her entire outfit in the brief moment that Sorin looked away, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath.  Sorin tried to avert his eyes, but Michie kept appearing in front of him, like a cat that won’t go away no matter how many times you throw it out of your house and dump ice-cold water over it.  Fortunately, the museum was closed and no one else was around to watch this spectacle.

“A-ah, ah, but, but, the cameras!” yelled Sorin in a panicked tone.

“Cameras are off,” Michie said confidently as she displayed her breasts to Sorin.  “Nothing to worry.”

“Why… are you doing this to me?” Sorin whined as he shut his eyes.

“You say plane make love to woman.  I want to see how you do it.”

“Hmm, yeah I did say that before… awww, shiet.”

Michie began to rub her nipples on the underside of Sorin’s body.  As she worked her way further down to his tail, Sorin started to feel more and more uncomfortable, until it reached a head when she found a barely-visible hatch in the middle of his lower fuselage just after his bomb bay.  Michie attempted to open the hatch with her bare hands while Sorin tried to grasp at her with his claw-like manipulators, but he began to feel weak and soon gave up on that course of action.

“Ahhh… lady, please, don’t do this…” Sorin pleaded with Michie as he tried to keep himself closed up, but the sensation was too much for him and his hatch automatically opened, revealing a large, phallic extension which sprung out of the opening like a Jack-in-the-Box.  A towering, snake-like mass of metal, it was deliberately designed to imitate a human penis, with an almost-invisible layer of touch receptors that sends pleasure signals to its owner when activated.  To this day, few people know exactly why all male-designated drones are equipped with these devices.  Those people are the designers themselves.

“Wow,” Michie said as she admired her handiwork.  “So this is yours…”

Sorin felt embarrassed at the sight of his fully-erect manhood.  Michie had already begun experimenting with it, touching and rubbing various points on its surface, making Sorin moan and spasm in response to the unwanted pleasure.  She was in control of him, and he knew it, and it was driving him crazy.

After she was satisfied with her examination, she grasped his member firmly with both arms and bent it sharply to the side, causing Sorin to cry out in pain and forcing him to quickly tip over in the opposite direction.  She then pulled harder, which made Sorin hastily push himself over with his manipulators until he was upside-down, giving Michie a perfect view of his underside.

“A-AAAGHH!  Tha… aah… that’s enough!” gasped Sorin, his voice becoming more feminine in response to him being dominated.  The end of his phallus was beginning to leak a clear fluid.

Michie wasn’t done with him yet.  She sat down beside his massive length and put it between both her breasts and her thighs, while her right hand capped the tip to stop most of his fluid from spilling out.  Then she started bouncing up and down, rubbing her body against his sensitive [insert euphemism for penis here].

“LADY!!” yelled Sorin, his eyes diverted upwards.  “Y-you’re too rough!  It- it’s gonna make me…!”

“Yes, very nice!” replied Michie in her native Vietnamese, fully aware of what she was doing to Sorin.

It wasn’t long until Sorin started to convulse uncontrollably.  His fluids desperately tried to escape his body through the only way out, but Michie made sure that it was plugged, causing the pressure to build up inside of him.

“GHHHAAAAGGGGHHH!!” cried Sorin through clenched teeth, his eyes practically gushing with tears of despair.  “Michie, stop it!  HHHAAAAAHHHH!!  I’M GONNA EXPLODE!!”

“Ah ah ah,” Michie scolded Sorin in a playful manner, her hand still firmly covering the end of Sorin’s girth.

Sorin couldn’t take it anymore, his mouth agape as the pain started to impair his thoughts.  “MICHIE… PLEEEAAAAASE!!!”

Michie smiled as he said those words.  “Okay,” she responded as she nonchalantly released him.

“UAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”  Sorin’s eyes went wide as the first wave launched itself out of him like a rocket, gaining around 3 seconds of airtime and performing a vertical 1080 before it landed directly onto his face.  His body continued to tremble as he rode out the rest of his orgasm while he continued to cover the rest of his upper body with his own liquids.

As Sorin finished, Michie looked back at her right hand, which was previously drenched with his fluid, but was now conspicuously dry again, save for a few drops.  Michie looked closer and found that the drops began to evaporate quickly, leaving her with a surprisingly clean hand.  She looked back at Sorin and found that every last bit of his fluid that he squirted onto himself had also disappeared.  His hose had gone limp, but Michie knew there was still more left in him.

“Very interesting,” she mused.

“Are… are we done?” asked Sorin as he gasped for breath.

“Nnnnnot yet,” said Michie as she stood up, picking up Sorin’s member with her.  She then pressed its tip against the entrance to her vagina.  “Now you do to me what I did to you.”

Sorin’s mind went blank for a moment as his robodong [yes you can see I’ve resorted to the crudest of euphemisms now] stiffened up again, threatening to punch itself through Michie’s opening all by itself.  Many things were bouncing around in Sorin’s mind: this woman, she’s done all these horrible things to him; now it was his chance to get revenge.  She wants him, no, she’s BEGGING him to do it.  Everything she did was a buildup to this very moment.  Everything he’s ever done was a buildup to this very moment.  It was ALL OR NOTHI-

“Whoa, whoa, hold on.  You sure?  There ain’t no turning back.” Sorin couldn’t just mate with her just like that; there were a bunch of ramifications revolving around this one act, this unnatural union that could change both their lives forever.  There was no way he would just up and jump her, right here, RIGHT N-

“Please, Sorin,” pleaded Michie, “I am yours now.”

IT WAS HIS TURN.

With newfound vigor in his eyes, Sorin reached out and securely grabbed Michie with his manipulators, turned her away from him, and started lowering her onto his metallic cock.  The first few inches slipped through easily as Michie guided the tip through her moistened entrance with her own hands, but the rest of his shaft found some resistance trying to force itself inside her.  He began to pump her slowly, easing her into the feeling without causing her too much pain.

“Ahn, aah…” Michie moaned as she accepted Sorin inside of her.

Sorin continued to explore Michie’s insides, trying to find ways to stimulate her to the greatest degree.  His mind was also being filled with pleasure, but it was different than when Michie was handling him earlier.  Now HE was in control, and no SHIT he was going to abuse that power however he could.

“AH-AAIIIEEEEE!” Michie squealed suddenly as both of them realized that Sorin had found her most sensitive spot.

His target confirmed, Sorin started to thrust faster, applying more pressure onto Michie’s g-spot.  She was being filled to the point where the tip of his cock was mashing against her cervix; she couldn’t take in his entire length, but Sorin was satisfied with the amount she could receive right now.  With his massive appendage growing wider and refusing to bend, Michie found the sensations becoming more intense as she encountered the feeling of being ‘wrapped’ and stretched around a solid metal pole.  To her, it was both frightening and enticing at the same time.

“UNGH!” Sorin growled as his lover squeezed tighter around his metallic organ.  Now the sensations were becoming too much for him as well; he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to give her a satisfying finish, so he gained speed and tried to brace himself.

“AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHGGHHH!” cried Michie in response to the bomber’s movements becoming faster and more frequent.  “YOU TOO ROUGH, SORIN!”

“YOU SAID YOU WANTED IT,” Sorin yelled back as he felt himself reaching his limit.  “YA WANNA QUIT NOW?”

“DO IT!  POUR ALL YOUR LOVE INSIDE MEEEEEEEEE!!”

The sound of her at his complete mercy pushed him over the edge.  “HHHHHYAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!” he cried out as he rammed himself inside her with one last thrust, forcing even more of his length inside of her than before.

“GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Michie screamed as the two of them reached orgasm simultaneously, their cries echoing throughout the hangar.  Sorin’s fluids started to leak out of Michie like a waterfall as he filled her up, emptying all of his reserves into her uterus.  The force of his ejaculation almost propelled her off his cock, but he held onto her with his manipulators without crushing her.  After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Sorin let go and allowed her to rest on his belly, his manhood still lodged inside of her but no longer as rigid as a steel pillar.  The torrent of synthetic cum that had drenched both Sorin and Michie had quickly disappeared.

“Is it over now?” asked Sorin.  “Are you satisfied?”

“Hmm… maaaaaaayyyyyyybe,” teased Michie as she traced a line up his dick with her fingers.  “Should try again some other time.”

“Oh geez,” thought Sorin, with a sense of worry looming over him.

Michie giggled and kissed Sorin on his underside where she lay, reassuring him that everything will be alright.  Both of them were spent and exhausted, and neither of them felt like getting up at that moment, so Michie decided to fall asleep on top of him with his member still inside her while Sorin whimsically stared at the windows close to the ceiling, counting the stars outside.  Neither of them bothered to notice a tiny, growing feeling deep within Michie…

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