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Airyprince:
i almost 4get smartestpopqueen was writin a stowie here anywayz gud job stl followin

I guess that absolutely proofs how boring have made the thread to become, with my 'Phcn like' updates?.... Pls bear with me...

Botaflica:
Bonjour Monsieur et mademoiselle...... Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! and taking my already reserved seat..... Bless you all.

really ecstatic to have yhu back on the thread dear.... Thanks...

PreciousRahl:
*teleports into present*

Finally here

*drops vaseline*

great story SmartestPopQueen

thanks sir. I really app the compliment....

Mrlemuel:
cc: SmartestPopQUEEN
Bae, U Really Dey Mk Me Vex O, I Will Sha Forgive U This First And Last Time, Period!!
Next Time Enh, I Will Show U That I Am Worst Than Nick...

oh! Pls, I seriously hope Yhu don't become a Nick or somthing worser than him... A white Nick is way more easy to bear than a Black or Negro Nick.,..... Pls Nigeria has got a lot of detrimental Issues on her front burner right now..... And I woun't be responsible 4 adding another 'HMmmmnnn' to her list of worrie's..... Pls bear with me dear ...

fobiflex:
#SPQ u are now looking for my trouble o, hv been quite since, tinkin u wil update as usual buh u now update ones in 3days. U dnt knw hw much am waiting 2 read

oh dear... Pls, have even ran out of words to use as excuses for the recent 'once in a while' updates.. Pls I promise to finish this Story Asap.,. We are already getting to the grand finale of the story.... Pls bear with me... Pls....

ewawumi:
Wow! Dis is surely breathtaking

are yhu saying?

Tara........... Am watching yhu..... Kill Henry and I will Show yhu My real colors.... [size=30pt] BE WARNED!!![/size]

Well, well, well. Here comes Larry again... (can I call yhu a GENIUS?.... Sure, thats what yhu are.. Pls ride on Like [size=30pt] KWARAPTION [/size] in our country.... Weldone Larrymoon...

fiyah:
Welcome on board Ma'am. You are so very welcome

my very pleasure

TheBlessedMAN:
This fantastic Piece made it to Front page.... Congrats Fiyah.... Girl yhu are gud...

Make i Run go call my bosses...

(at SmartestpopQUEEN's doorstep)= boss, abeg, i know say u no too undastand Pidgin, buh abeg, follow me come and av a taste of this ogbonge tori by Fiyah, boss, that girl is gud.....


Mr T.gold1, pls cum and c this fantastic piece by Fiyah, and wen u ar coming, don't 4get 2 drag, Rohy, and Mrlemuel along o... Make we rock this thread together...

TEAM HERO...

well, well, guys, 1stly m sorry 4 coming late, I was kind of stucked in traffic. #pleading...

Having said that, let me check, if there's any vacancy in the front row? (long neck activated)... Oh... Oh my,!.. No empty seat available...

What am I even saying?
How should I expect any vacancy on a moving thread like this... Just let me go nd give my freshly spanked buttocks a nice resting at the back...


Fiyah mate... Ride on..

TheBlessedMAN:
Smartestpopqueen, this boredom is killing na.. Kum update, abeg...

yea. I've been kind of busy lately. Pardon my negligence pls...

Nogodye:
Much love i gat for you SmartestPopQueen .Keep it up dear coz i dey you back dey follow you.

thats nice... I app it dear

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]
“Of course,” I repeat Stacy's words.

“We all wanted to talk to you,” Stephanie tells me, and I turn to see all three women looking seriously at me.
This can’t be good.


Stephanie leads me to a couch, and has me sit in the middle. Mary sits next to me, her leg touching mine, and Stacy sits across from me in a matching loveseat. My girlfriend sits on my free side, and clasps my hands, looking deep into my eyes.


“We’ve been talking,” she starts, and her hands give mine a gentle squeeze. She already knows I’m not going to like whatever she’s about to tell me. “We want to help you fight the bokoharms.”


Yanking my hands from her, I almost yell, “What? No! I won’t have you getting into any more danger than you will be, just by being on that ship. I wouldn’t even let you up there, if you hadn’t forced a promise out of me.”


Stephanie looks hurt for a moment, before replying, “I didn’t force it out of you. I just gave you your options, and you chose to be with me.”


“We really think we can help,” Stacy steps in.
I feel Mary’s hand on my thigh, before she says, “Please. This is our planet too, and we should be able to defend it, also. What makes you think we want you to be in danger?”

We?
Her question strikes me oddly, and I look at her, confused.

“Look, Stephanie loves you, her sister cares for you, and I. . . Well, I care deeply for Stephanie. If you’re going into danger to fight off these Bokoharms, then I say you get all the help you can. Maybe in Doom one man can fight off an invasion of bokoharms, but you can’t respawn.”


She’s right, of course, but I can’t have more people getting into a fight they can’t win.

“But you can’t fight them. I at least have my switches, and my sister, Loveth makes me stronger. No offense, but what can you do?”


“I won’t sit on the sidelines, and be your cheerleader,” Stephanie says heatedly, and I turn to look back at her. Her blue eyes are smoldering icicles (I didn’t even know that was possible), and her wonderful lips are compressed into a tight line. “I’ve been talking with Rukky, and—“


“Wait, what? What does she have to do with this?” I splutter.


“You didn’t let me finish,” Stephanie complains. “She’s an expert martial artist, and I think,” I raise my eyebrow at this statement, and she rushes on, “that with your help, we could be trained and be able to fight as well.”


Well, that would explain how Rukky was able to so deftly dodge me the other day. . . Or was that this morning? Anyway, that doesn’t really help.


“How do martial arts, or Rooney arts, even whatever arts translate into a space battle, and how am I supposed to help you get trained in only a few days?” I almost feel smug in my bit sarcastic logic. There’s no way they’ll be able to answer those questions.


Why are they all smiling?


“Away teams, of course,” Stacy says, at the same time her sister says “Your switches, of course.”
I look back and forth between the twins, trying to figure out which one to answer. I turn to Stacy first.

“How do you expect to board their ships? Vage doesn’t have shuttles. And no amount of Ibra, I mean martial arts training will stand up to a gun. Besides, you’ll be outnumbered.”


“Rukky already thought of that,” of course she did. “She’s already recalibrated the teleporters, and is fairly sure she can get us onboard one of their ships. Then we can take it over, and use it against them.”


“Fairly sure?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. With Rukky’s super genius and conceited personality, if she’s only fairly sure, then that can’t be good.


“Vage’s been talking with the other aliens, and they’re going to try some practice runs with inanimate objects tonight,” Stephanie’s eyes grow distant, and she smiles. “Or rather, they just completed the trials, and were successful.”

Apparently she is communicating with someone on the ship.


“That still doesn’t answer the question about you being outnumbered on their ships,” I remind them.


“Oh, come on,” Mary says. “Haven’t you seen enough of Epl dramas ? A small team, like Leicester, well prepared, and well armed, will stand a better chance of getting the Trophy, and taking over any opposing team, just like we witnessed last season.” I look at her a with a 'are you really serious?' look, before she continue. " and like wise in Stargate episodes, a small team, and well prepared stands a better chance of taking over the Bridge".


“Weren’t you the one that just used Doom as a bad reference for why that wouldn’t work?” At least she has the grace to look embarrassed.


“We’ll have weapons,” Stacy says, “and we can use these light-suits, my sister’s told us about, for protection.”


“Those suits haven’t helped too much in the past, against the bokoharms,” I point out to this obstinate ladies that are desperate to join me on my mission to save the world.


T.b.c. I app everybody. PamelB, thanks 4 the Humor. [/b]

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[b][color=#009900]I’m broken, I think to myself, and turn to flee. Outside the window I can see the bokoharms ships landing, and watch in horror as they start ripping into people, eating them raw.


“You’re going to have to kill them,” Lydia Scott says right behind me.


“No!” I yell. “I can’t do that again.”

“Kill them like you killed the old me,” the one time man says as he grips my arms and shakes me.


“No,” I deny what he’s saying, “I didn’t kill you!”


“Nick!” A sharp pain against my cheek brings me back to reality, and I see Dennis standing above me, Rose on my other side. “Dude, you were having a nightmare. Sorry for slapping you, but you wouldn’t wake up.”


Groggily I nod at them, and sit up. My bed is a rumpled mess, and sweat is dripping from my brow. Looking to the clock, I can see that it’s six pm.


“We’re heading out,” Rose tells me, as she gently places her hand on my shoulder. “We have a couple rifles, and there are a number of us heading for the mountains.”


“We wanted to ask if you have any other advice for us?” Dennis asks, and I can tell he’s still worried about me. A small inner part of me laughs at that. A few months ago, he would have called me a derogatory name, and otherwise ignored me. Now he’s a friend.


“Avoid them if they make it past us,” I tell them. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to go up against them, if you can avoid it.” Like I’m going to do in a couple days. . .


“Any chance you wanna fool around one last time?” I grimace at the redhead’s choice of wording, and shake my head. One last time? The parts of my dream where I can’t get it up flash back through my mind, and I’m almost afraid to even try.

They help me out of bed, and I say my goodbyes, hoping that they’re not permanent.


I jump in the shower, and enjoy how refreshing a true shower can be, rather than the Jetson’s style cleansing stations on Vage’s ship.


I notice I’ve a missed call on my cell when I get out, and see that it’s from Stephanie. I’ve not seen my girlfriend in a number of days, and smile as I call her back.


“Are you back on the ship?” I ask as soon as she answers.


“No, I don’t want to be in the way. I take it you’re not on the ship then?” Her voice is musical, and soothing to my raw nerves.

“No, I came back to my room to get some real rest,” I tell her, and shudder as I look at the mess of my bed. That dream had been a real nightmare.


“Do you mind coming over?” Stephanie asks next, and I groan inwardly. It’s not that I don’t want to see her, but that dream. . .
No, I need to get over that!

“Sure, be over in a few,” I try to say cheerily.

“Is everything alright?” I guess there is something in my voice I can’t hide.


“Sure, sure,” I reassure her. “Now you live over in Detroit, right? It’s been so long. . .”

“Ha, ha,” she fakes a laugh. “Now hurry up and get your a** over here.”


“I’ll try not to make a wrong turn in Albuquerque,” I say in my best Bugs Bunny voice.


I finish getting dressed, and head out into the cold air. I debate on taking Vage’s ship, but decide to drive my car. Somehow, the feeling of my hands on the wheel, and the road beneath my tires comforts me. Maybe it’s just another one of those familiarity things.


Popping in a techno CD, I get myself pumped on the awesome beats. My sound system isn’t the best. Well, okay, maybe back in the twenties it would’ve sounded great, but my speakers can’t faithfully lay down the base.


Not yet. . . A few switches later, I’m struggling to keep my car on the road, as each low note shakes my car. Maybe I should turn it down a little.

“Damn,” Mary meets me at the door, “Was that your car? We could hear you a mile away!” She greets me with a warm smile.

I wasn’t expecting her here, and in truth had completely forgotten about Stephanie’s one-time rival.

“Yeah, I should probably tune that down some more,” I answer as she leads me inside. “I don’t need anyone calling the cops on me.”

“Oh yeah, I heard they arrested you.” Inwardly I flinch, remembering the situation at the police department after I’d taken down the twins.

“You’re a real bad-boy now. That’s so hot!”


“That wasn’t my fault,” I defend myself. While I don’t mind her thinking I’m hot stuff at the moment, I don’t want her getting any ideas. Stephanie is my girlfriend, and I don’t want to hurt her.


“Oh, I know,” she tells me off-handedly.
“Steph explained everything to me. You’re a real bad-a** superhero!”

I stop, stunned by her revelation. Is there no such thing as a secret identity anymore?


“Sorry,” I hear Stephanie’s mellifluous voice, and I turn to see her walking down the hallway, “I had to explain where I’ve been lately.”

Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I can’t help but forgive her. “I take it Stacy knows too?”


“Of course I do, you rogue!” Stacy says, entering from the kitchen. If it weren’t for the switches in my girlfriend, I’d never be able to tell the identical twins apart.


T.b.c [/b][/color]

Tgold1:
Lolz.... HoW I Wish That's An Update.....


Thanks Anyways Madame, You're Too Much..

thanks man... I can try and slot in one update this night... Just stay tuned folks.....

hey Nick! Com'on get yhur ugly a** down here right away... Seems like the switches yhu created in T.gold, Mrlemuel, Theblessedman, and Rohy have started working in an Usain Bolt's velocity.......


I don't mind yhu teleporting their A**es down to Vage's ship, so that they will be on board when the battle begins... lolz...


[size=30pt] yhu guys have been wonderful.... [/size]

Mrlemuel:
Enh!?, Chineke forbid o... No O! I Can Never Cheat My Bae O.

ok. Dude.... Play wisely

Tgold1:
Hehehehehehehe, so fear Of impotenCY dey catch you too?

am not a guy, buh, I know, being Impotent is worse than death itself... Dnt blame the guy... For fearing it...

[size=30pt]Contd..[/size]


[b]“I don’t hear anything,” Loveth says, as we look down at my six half-human children. They’re sleeping peacefully right now, and haven’t made any more sounds after that one sentence.
‘You will do fine, father.’


That one sentence still reverberates around in my head. Sometimes it drowns out all other thoughts, even though they only spoke to me that one time. It leaves no room for doubts, and somehow I know I will be able to defeat the bokoharms.


“They’re too young to talk,” Loveth continues. “You must be exhausted from working with your ability so much. Why don’t you go get some rest? Using the healing light without any true rest can’t be good for you.”


Nodding, I leave the room, and mentally ask Varand to take me home, since Vage is still on one of the other aliens vessels.


There is just something that helps reset your frame of mind, when you walk into someplace that is as familiar as my room is to me. A feeling of nostalgia sweeps over me, even though I’ve only been gone a couple days. For a while I stare at my large Naruto poster, hanging on the wall opposite my bed. I’d picked it up a couple years ago at one of the local cons. On my desk is a figurine from Sword Art Online, which I special ordered from Japan. My TV, not as big as Stephanie’s and Stacy’s, has spent countless hours helping me grind through various levels of various RPGs. There just seems to be an energy that permeates the room, and calls it mine. An epitaph of who I am, as though some future archeologist is going to look at it, and say, “This was Nicholas Smith’s room. The savior of the human race.”


There is no longer any doubt that I’ll succeed. Not after my kids told me I’ll do fine.
I just wish I knew how I was going to do fine. . .


Plopping back on my pillow, I’m soon passed out.


In my dreams, I’m sitting at a desk, in nothing but my injured Cr7 underwear. Professor Jane stands before an old-style chalkboard, wearing black shiny leather, and a whip in her hands.


“Answer the question,” my teacher instructs, and I look down to see a piece of paper that’s blank.


“Wh-what question?” I ask, confused.
Janet cracks her whip at me, and I hear it snap right next to my ear. “The one before you. What are you going to do?”


“What are you going to do?” The question gets echoed as Stephanie walks into the room, and stands next to our professor.

“How are you going to do it?” My girlfriend is wearing an oversized Tommy shirt, and something tells me, nothing else.


“I’m curious to hear how my little brother is going to pull this off too,” Loveth says, startling me as she bends over and whispers into my ear.


“What trick are you going to use?”
The whip cracks again, and I see that Janet and Tina have been joined by everyone else in my life. Even Lydia Scott, and my dad are there.


“Answer the question,” they all say in unison, and I tear out of my desk and start running down the hall.


“Quick, in here,” a voice says, and grabs my arm. I’m pulled into darkness, and suddenly I’m falling. Tina still has a hold of my arm, and she doesn’t seem worried about the fall, so neither am I.


She pulls me to her, and I feel her lips against mine, as her arms wrap around my body. I notice that she is only in her underwear as well.


Somehow, despite her advances, I’m not growing hard. “Well, drat,” she pouts when she notices, “I wanted to fool around. Oh well. How are you going to do it?”


I don’t understand. Looking around I see that we’re no longer falling in darkness, but at my mom’s house.


“How are you going to defeat the bohoharms?” Tina asks, and I look back at her, worried. Her grip on my arm tightens, but it doesn’t hurt. I still don’t know the answer to her question though, and go running upstairs.


(Okay, okay, Readers) I know, when you’re running away, the last place you go is upstairs. But that’s what I did. I tried to go into my old room, but somehow end up in Loveth’s bedroom instead.


“Quick, get nak*ed,” Summer tells me, and I see she’s already in bed. “The bokoharmss are coming, and we need to get ready.”


Looking down, I see that I’m now completely nak*ed, and I go to my lovely sister. But when we touch, nothing happens. My senses don’t expand, and I can’t feel any of my switches. Worse, even though Loveth is sucking hungrily on my cork, it won’t grow hard.... Whats happening? Am forced to voice out..


T.b.c [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd..[/size]


[b]Rukky cums again, and when she recovers, she’s fully engaged in the kiss, moaning and humping her slim and asian body against mine for all it’s worth.


Rukky's enthusiasm finally does it for me, and I begin firing my wad against the back of her womb, making us both cry out in unison.


Gravity slowly reasserts itself as we come down from our shared ecstasy.
I find that I’m still hard, but Rukky gingerly gets up, and grimaces. She notices my pointing bazooka, and weakly smiles.


“Looks like the light did its job. The true experiment is a success. Unfortunately you’re going to need to have someone else take care of that. I’m going to be sore for a week!” Rukky shakes her head, slowly. “The things I do for science.”


Rukky starts to head for her clothes, but thinking fast, I turn the yellow light on her, and she freezes in mid step. Standing up, I wait until I’m certain she’s fully healed, and enter her from behind. Rukky moans in pleasure, as her hand goes to the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers.


“I’ve created a monster bazooka,” I hear her say, before we begin forking in earnest. My hand on her cl*t easily notices how large it’s gotten.


* * *


“Where are Vage and Varand?” I ask my sister as I walk into the compartment the two aliens are usually in.


“Vage is talking with the other ship captains, and Varand is taking care of your kids.” She pauses and looks at me for a bit, sucking in her bottom lip, and I know she wants to say something.


“Out with it, Loveth. If we can’t be blunt and honest after everything we’ve done, then we’re more screwed up than I thought.”


“You never really spend any quality time with your kids Nick.” The words are out of her in a rush, and now I understand her trepidation. I have been avoiding them.


It’s not like I’ve left the room when they’re there, but I haven’t gone out of my way for them either. I have spent some time with them, but she’s right about it not being quality time. They are from my flesh and blood. Sure they’re not entirely human, but doesn’t that mean they need both parents all the same.

Ha! Rohy, did I just say both parents. As if I know anything about that. My dad had never been there, so what do I have as a role model? Jack Bauer, Detective Joe West? What about Clark Kent’s dad? Oh, sure I know they’re all fictional, but those are all I have. I know nothing about taking care of babies. Maybe they’ll be better off if Vage takes care of them.


“No, Nick,” Loveth says forcefully. Damn my broadcasting mind! I’ll bet the Green Lantern never has these problems. Well, maybe when he’s— “And don’t change the subject. Those are your kids in the other room. I’m not going to let you be a father like ours was. Now march your ugly a** in there, and get to know them.”


To say I feel shame, would be to call the Atlantic a pond. Loveth’s right of course (I’m making sure my thoughts are my own). Just because I had a bad example, doesn’t mean I can’t make a better one.


Varand is rocking one of the girls when I walk in. She only glances at me for a moment, then returns to her task. I remember how Vage had told me that her race doesn’t care for their kids the way humans do, and I can see that in the clinical way that Varand manages them. I think the only reason Vage takes such care with them, is because we made them together, rather than them being made on her.


“Can I have a moment with them?” I ask, and Varand lays the girl down on the soft blankets. She leaves the room, and I just stare down at the six half-human babies. I don’t know what to say. Can they even understand me? Of course not! They are too young.

I pick up one of the boys, this one with hands like his mother’s, but skin tone more like mine. He is small enough to fit comfortably in both of my hands. His head as big as Botaflica's, He opens his too large eyes(the same as Rohy's), and looks at me intently for a few moment, then reaches his tiny hand out to me, and smiles.

My heart melts, and I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur. “I should have come sooner. I should have spent more time with you. The bokoharms are coming next week, and I don’t know what to do about them. I brought you all back to life, and for what? To witness your father’s failure?” I shake my head, and the tiny boy looks at me confused. “And here I am, talking to a baby not even a month old as if you can understand.”


The baby boy reaches out his hand again, and this time grips my thumb.


‘You will do fine, father.’


The words don’t appear like when the wangers are used, but seem to enter my mind with a chorus of voices, all speaking in unison.


Shocked, I look at my other five children. They’re all looking back to me, with a very serious look on their faces. I can't help but wonder why these odd stares are coming from this tiny future Nairalander's..


T.B.C [/b]

ROYH:
Who Is Doing Who?
na She Own Ur Data Abi, Yeye Boi...

HOLY SUNDAY TURNS SEXY SUNDAY,Tgold Abt 2 Kick On

thanks for the rescue mission... Mr Rohy...

Uncleluke1:
Damn!!!! This Nick is good

......

Mrlemuel:
Please dearie, Undo The Switch O, Don't Want To Start Telling People What I Did.

will what yhu did, get yhu the same purnishment Nick gave his Old man? Constant arousal/Constant impotency.......

Tgold1:
SmarteStpopqueen, today na sunDay o, and You made me read thIs In the Church

Can't believe it......

what! Yhu read this in church?..... This is serious... I hope yhur trouser is thick enough to withstand the pressure posed on it by yhur .... Bzk?.......

[size=30pt]Contd..[/size]


[b]Why is a virgin coming onto me like this?


‘Because in a week we may all be dead,’ Rukky’s words appear to me, and I realize I was broadcasting again. ‘You are apparently good at what you do, so I figured I would give you a shot.’ I nod, though that almost makes me feel like a piece of meat. ‘But I didn’t take into consideration the size of this thing. It barely fits in my mouth.’


I attack her c*nt with renewed vigor. This female version of Spikedawson isn’t dying a virgin, not because I’m going to fork her as soon as I can cram my meat into her, but because I’m not going to lose next week!

Rukky starts making squealing noises when I nibble on her cl*t, and after only a few seconds of this, she has her first orgasm. I try again to fit a finger into her, and slip my middle finger up to the second knuckle. My finger feels like it’s in a vise, but I use this leverage as I continue to play with her cli*toris, and rub her inside walls.


It takes two more orgasms to get another finger into her, and on her fifth, she is no longer trying to give me head, but just moaning and enjoying the sensations I’m delivering to her body.


It’s been about twenty minutes, and there is still no way I’m getting my bazooka into her Aso rock. I decide to change tactics, and pull my head from between her legs.

And hit my head on the ceiling. Damn, that hurts!

Rukky doesn’t miss this of course, and starts laughing at my misfortune. Growling, I pull her body down stopping her legs with my thighs, my cork nestled between us. This also sets us slowly spinning in the zero G’s.


I pull her back up just enough to start rubbing my cork along her slit, and slip her other ni**le into my mouth. I use my free hand to hold her in place against me. I really enjoy the way her slit feels as it slips back and forth along my tool, and occasionally make pokes to see if she turned on enough.


“One minute left,” she murmurs, her voice husky and shaking. Dammit, I can’t lose! I try to enter her again, part of me wanting to just shove forward as hard as I can, but another knowing that you can’t treat a virgin that way.


“Time!” She crows triumphantly as yet another orgasm takes her. I expect her to pull away, but she surprises me, as her legs wrap around my waist, my cork poised at her too-tight entrance, and gravity returns.


My back hits the floor with an audible thump, and Rukky cries out as the force of the impact drives my bazooka into her sheath. I’m only in her about half-way, but it feels like the end of my dickson is being squashed by a black hole. I’ve never felt anything so tight.

There is a fire burning in this woman, and I think the pressure is going to destroy me, but after a couple seconds it lets up, and Rukky looks down at me, panting.


“Looks like you were right. Now fork my tiny pussee. I understand the pain will go away shortly.”

Hey Readers, that’s Rukky for you. Even when screwing, she stays analytical.


I laugh. I can’t help it. Don’t get me wrong, I use my hands on her hips to start her moving, but I laugh all the same. I think if I live to a million years, I’ll never fully understand this woman.


I continue the slow movements, waiting for her to get accustomed to having me inside her, and after a couple minutes she takes control. As soon as she does, I lift my head to her small chest, and suckle in her ni**le again, feeling the sensation go straight to her c*nt by the way it starts to milk me.


“I was. . . right to choose you,” Rukky gasps at one point. “You’re determined, and strong. Ungh, you are great at what you do. Umm, ahh!” Gravity flips off again, and once more we’re floating free.


I decide to take control again, and judging by how much her pussee has loosened up, while still remaining almost unbearably tight, I pull all the way out except for my head, then drive it back into her slight form. It only takes three thrusts like this before she is having her first intercourse orgasm. I have to stop when she does, out of fear that her inner muscles will rib my rod off.


“Damn, that was good. Is it always like that with you, or are you using your ability on me?” Rukky's tone is half breathless, half clinical.

I can’t figure her out!

“I haven’t used a single switch in you, I promise.”

Rukky's eyes grow large as I tell her that.
Rukky looks down to where we’re connected, and I do too. I can see some slight blood from where we’d broken her hymen, and a fair bit of her natural lubricant. “Then how. . .?”
I know what she’s asking, and instead of answering, I kiss her. It’s our first kiss, and despite the fact that we’re already in the act of consummation, she’s hesitant. I don’t let up though, as I press my tongue against her lips, and after a second, she allows me passage, but only to the front of her teeth. I pull a trick and I use my hips forcefully against her pussee, and when she moans, my tongue finally makes it into meet hers..


T.b.c[/b]

Mrlemuel:
@SmartestPopQueen, Bae U R Too Much O, Seems Like Nick's Switch On His Dad Is Working On Me Too, Can't Help Telling The Truth.

hahahahahahahahahahah

Tgold1:
Yes Nasty!!!! And am suRE he Can't deny thaT!!!!

hmmmmmmm..... Really?....

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[b][color=#002200]Rukky's clothing is modest, but even so, I know she’s not well endowed, and her a** is a little flat, but when she’s smiling, she really is beautiful, and she’s rather slim as well.


I use her distraction and lunge for her, but she’s quicker than she looks, and dodges away at the last moment. How did she move like that? I thought I had her.


“You’re no slouch when it comes to intelligence either, Nick” she compliments me, “but even you should know that you can’t fit something the size of your wrist through something the size of my little finger.”


The thought of her with her little finger inside her tiny kootchy makes me even hon**ier, and she doesn’t miss the bit of precum that escapes my tip.


“Perhaps not, but Rukky, anything can be stretched when it gets warmed up,” I throw physics back at her.

Rukky ponders my words for a moment, and I’m able to get close enough to grab at her, but somehow she bends out of my way again. Is she some kind of martial artist? Growling, I continue with my advance, as she sidles around the room.


Rukky remains silent for a bit, and the only sounds that can be heard are our footsteps as we move.


“Do you have the tools to warm it up, though?” She asks solicitously, and this time it’s me that stops, wondering if she’d just insulted me. Then I catch the gleam in her slim eyes, and see my chance.


“Then I propose an experiment,” I remain still, and she raises one slender eyebrow, inviting me to continue. She also stops moving away. “You allow me to try, and we’ll see whose hypothesis holds true.”

Rukky pretends to take that under consideration, but I can already see the answer in the way her hands fiddle with the hem of her shirt.

“Shall we set a time limit on that? There becomes a point when no amount of effort will give results.”


This time I consider. How long will it take to get her warmed up enough? “Shall we say, thirty minutes?”

That should easily be more than enough time.


“Done!” Rukky states, and lifts her sweater over her head. I’m right about her br**st size. She’s lucky if she’s a full a-cup. After being with such busty women as Stephanie and Tina, it surprises me that I’m turned on by the appearance of her fake chest. Her bra hits the floor next, and I command my light-suite off. With her br**sts now completely free, I can truly admire the way they sit on her chest, with no sagging.

Their soft curves round out nicely with her thin frame, and are topped with the smallest ni**les I’ve ever seen on an adult.


Stepping up to her, I pull her body to mine, just as her pants hit the floor. They tangle around her feet, and she has to catch herself against me. Not giving her any time to catch her balance, I bend over, and lift her into my arms, immediately latching onto one of her tiny ni**les. From her gasp, you’d think I’d sensitized it with a switch, but with her, apparently I don’t have to.


The gravity in the room unexpectedly terminates, and I find us floating freely. Looking up her chest, I can see Rukky smiling dreamily back down at me. I have to wonder what’s changed since the last time I’d seen her.

Rukky’d been so calm and reserved, and conceited, but then when she is alone with me. . . Maybe that’s it. She has an image to maintain when in front of the other women. Conceited, conservative, and intelligent. I wonder which is the true her?
With gravity no longer a concern, I allow my right hand to slide down her back, through her butt-crack, and up to her slìt. She’s already wet, and I play with her labia while I continue to enjoy her miniscule ni**le.


I try to slip a finger into her, but she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was the size of her pinkie. I’m going to have to seriously warm her up, if my enlarged bazooka is going to make it into her.


“Ready to concede the experiment?” She asks, apparently figuring out what I’m thinking.

“After only two minutes in?” We’re in mid-room now, slowly wending our way to the ceiling, and I use the hand that’s been failing to enter her, to flip her up to my mouth. I like to think I have a skill in this area, and it’s sure to accomplish my goals. Of course, I could just use a switch to make her looser, but where’s the fun in that?


Her pussee has a sweet and tangy flavor to it, as my lips begin their work on her labia. Not even my tongue can gain entrance to her hole, but if I can get past Varand’s and Vage’s outer barrier, then I can get past Rukky.


My cork is engulfed in a warm wetness, and I moan into this Asian vag*na, even though she isn’t very talented. I’m beginning to wonder how many Bjobs she’s given, when something else strikes me, and I blurt out without thinking,

“You’re a virgin!”
Rukky's mouth never leaves my Bzk, but I feel her nod. Holy fork, this is going to be harder than I thought.


Why is a virgin coming onto me like this? Eh?.. Hope my buddies, on NL, Spikedawson and Tgold can help me out on this...


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Botaflica:
Ever present just silent. Kinda Quiet

thanks for that dear... Thats soothing