Just Breed

[intriguess]

Mallory left the library where she worked, feeling the silence of the night descend on her. She was walking home through the park as usual, when she noticed a glint of light reflected off something. She smiled as her inner magpie is drawn to shiny objects. She knelt down on the rocks, as light continued to flicker across something different. She brushed aside smaller pebbles until she uncovered a smooth chunk of something. It's translucent the light making it seem to glow, it looked a like a chunk of Amethyst quartz but she'd never seen such a large smooth example. She picked it up, it has a certain heft to it, more than a soda can, less than a gallon of milk. She considered putting it in her bag, but she found herself stroking the smooth surface, mesmerized by the glow of light. It was seven pm and she was feeling hungry.

She managed to walk home, unlock the door and walk up the stairs on autopilot. She placed the crystal on her kitchen counter as she went about fixing pasta to eat. Mallory kept looking back at the crystal and she decided to open a bottle of wine. She's on her second glass by the time her food is done. She moved the crystal to the coffee table, then returned to the kitchen for her food and wine. Her eyes are drawn back to it, distracting her from eating. She'd turned on some romantic comedy, which she was only peripherally aware of and then a noodle slipped, landing on her favorite blouse. She sighed, put the plate down and stripped off her top. Mallory knew it was better to deal with these things when they were fresh so she went ahead and got up and dealt with the stain. Then decided she might as well throw in a load of laundry. There wasn't quite enough clothing, so she took off her gray slacks, her socks, her panties, and finally threw in her bra, which had been digging into her. She felt much better now that her full breasts were released from the confines of her bra. She was just big enough that going without a bra would be unwise, but during the hot sticky summer months her bras were often discarded when she got home. Mallory had a matronly figure, which meant her breasts and hips looked like she'd given birth, when she was childless, which at the ripe old age of 27, was the topic of much discussion among her family. She sighed, and brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ears. It wasn't that she didn't like men, it was more that she didn't like being viewed as breeding stock.

Mallory lived in a 2rd floor apartment, more of a converted attic really, but it had a private entrance, it was cozy, and it was cheap since the south windows faced out over railroad tracks. Which meant unless an engineer was stopped on the tracks at exactly the right time, no one was likely to see her eating dinner naked in her living room. She poured herself another glass of wine, then sat down to finish her meal, unaware of the changes occurring within her pretty chunk of rock.

Mallory moaned as she ate her last bread stick, swirling it across her plate cleaning off the last traces of the creamy sauce. She loved food, and managed to keep trim mostly by walking to and from work, and taking the stairs at work. She'd managed not to have any more drop on her boobs, and she was surprised to see her third glass of wine had vanished.

She took her plate to the kitchen and poured the wine, thinking just one more glass. Normally she might have one glass, but she felt different tonight, and she stretched out on her couch, slowly drinking the fourth glass of wine, feeling very relaxed, the warmth of alcohol settling in her stomach, barely aware of the rumble of the movie as she drifted off to sleep.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“It’s about time,” thought Tsekir. “I must have been picked up and left behind nearly a thousand times.”

It might even have been more; after all, he’d been on Earth in his crystalline state for decades. But the others were males. Or, if not males, females too young or too old. And, if female of an appropriate age, lacking in the amount of iron he needed.

Yes, Tsekir’s kind needed iron. Iron and oxygen and warmth. And Earth had all three. But that was only sufficient to sustain them. They needed more to grow out of their crystalline state, to become sexually mature, to reproduce. They needed a female of a warm-blooded species. A fecund female, genetically compatible, and high in iron. Humans were the best match on this planet, but the vast majority of their females were just shy of the requisite amount of iron. A few had more in their blood, hoever, and Tsekir was lucky enough to have finally been found by one.

He stirred at her touch and knew instinctively that this, finally, was the one. The warmth of her body and the oscillations of the iron ions within her blood brought his own crystalline structure into sympathetic vibration, and her molecules resonated to jis and his again to hers in an endless feedback loop. And it didn’t take long for him to find the frequencies that brought her pleasure centers to life.

Her unconscious arousal aroused Tsekir quite consciously, and he luxuriated in these long-awaited feelings, enjoying his own pleasure and hers as well. He could sense the changes as the evening progressed. Yes, she was indulging her senses, increasing her pleasure and, unknowingly, his. He could taste the food and drink, feel the lightheadedness that came with the wine, the caress of the evening air on her increasingly naked body. By the time she had finished her meal and drifted off on the couch, her rising sensuality had loosened Tsekir’s crystal bonds enough that he could flow like a liquid. And flow he did.

Down from the coffee table and across the floor to the couch. One of the woman’s legs dangled from the couch, her toe just touching the floor. Tsekir honed in on her warmth, on the pleasure emanating like a rainbow aura from her recumbent form. Up her toe to her foot, then, and her body was his to explore, to assess, to enjoy.

Yes, she had a body good for breeding, a body that indulged in the senses, full with flesh, broad hips and full breasts. Tsekir explored the whole of her; assessing her health as well. He probed her nasal passages and her mouth, aware that his vibrations would give her a soothing pleasure and leave her largely undisturbed in her sleep. He wrapped himself around her breasts. Palpating them with his body to test their fullness. Between her legs as well, behind first, circling round her anus and then probing it with a crystalline pseudopod. She was tight and healthy, he found and was so pleased he glowed even in is semi-liquiform state. As he parted her labia and found his way up to her clitoris and back down to her vagina, his pleasure turned to near-ecstasy and his aura glowed with the full spectrum of visible. infrared, and ultraviolet light. Once inside her, he pulsed with pleasure, expanding and contracting in length and girth, giving and receiving exquisite delight from he hopefully soon-to-be mate.

It was with great reluctance that he finally withdrew from his new-found hostess. And with great exhaustion from his rapid acquisition of reproductive maturity. He returned to his crystal state as soon as he emerged from the woman’s vagina, and he lay there between her legs, dreaming of imminent pleasure.

 

[intriguess]

Mallory

Sexual dreams were not new to Mallory, but this dream was strange.

First she was in a forest and a vine was growing up her leg, and then she was being fed, and inhaling a sweet heady fragrance, and then the vine was growing up to cover her breasts, the tendrils and leaves fluttering against her. She had a feeling she was going to wake up with a wet spot on her bed. She wasn't surprised as before during and throughout her period she was incredible sensitive sexually, and when she masturbated it was almost always during that time. Her period had ended over a week ago, but she didn't keep that close of a track, she merely marked the calendar to indicate when the next one was due.

Then she felt like something was invading her ass, tenderly but insistently, and had she any control over her body she would have moaned. Finally the sensations focused in her pussy, and she was dreaming of Dave, whose cock was the perfect shape to ram against her g-spot. Dave who she'd had hot sweaty sex with at least 3x a week, and often multiple time each day. Dave who after a heartbreaking divorce decided to go back to his wife and play family for the holidays. Dave who had broken up with her in a text, because he knew if they saw each other they would just end up naked.

She woke up startled, her alarm was gong off in her bedroom, the couch was oddly not wet, which simply reminded her that it had all been a dream. She stood up and stretched, went to the bedroom, turned off her alarm, used the bathroom, tossed on a thin t-shirt and fixed herself eggs for breakfast.

Mallory finished eating, made a mental note, to buy a few more bottles of that wine, got dressed and headed to work. She forgot to pack a lunch and she picked up a spinach salad, high in iron, and then added steak, hard boiled eggs, and a chocolate milk.

Time passed.

She walked to the grocery store picking up 2 bottles of wine, a thick steak, and a coconut cream pie. She paid and wondered why she had been so flirtatious with the man at the meat counter. She walked home, glad she lived close so she didn't worry about her groceries getting hot. She put the pie in the fridge and warmed her cast iron skillet for the steak. She took some asparagus from the fridge and decided to make a pitcher of ice tea.

The cold of the freezer reminded her of her bra, and she wriggled out of it. She had already filled her ice tea maker with water. She put the ice in the pitcher, saving one cube which she lifted her shirt and ran over her erect nipples. She decided on mint tea, and hit the power button, and went back to fixing the steak.

She turned the stove top off, added a pat of butter and let the steak 'rest' she fixed herself a plate turned on some jazz music, and went to her bedroom and stripped off her pants and top, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her family was mostly Italian and her olive skin and black hair attested to, she was lucky that she didn't need to wax her upper lip, but she did use a sugar process to remove unwanted leg hair once a month in the summer. It didn't make a huge difference as she mostly wore slacks in the air conditioned confines of the library, but she liked the feel of the smooth skin, and the tingling sensation from yanking the hairs out, usually led to a glorious toy induced orgasm.

"I don't remember putting this here." Mallory spoke out loud moving the crystal from the couch to the table again. She savored each bite of steak, feeling every inch a carnivore. The plates put away she was debating between a shower and a bath.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tsekir spent the night on the couch between the woman’s legs, absorbing what energy he could from her dreamed arousal. He would need a lot more to fuel his transformations and even more for his reproduction. An orgasm on her part would help. Many orgasms would be ideal. But he sensed no sexual activity within her canal. The lingering note of a male human’s presence within was a very distant trace. Tsekir would need her to mate with a male, with many males, perhaps, to find one with sperm compatible to his. The cell membranes of ova were far too resilient for his species’ sperm; like retroviruses, the inserted their genes through cell membranes, and those of sperm were far easier to penetrate than the membranes of eggs. The was another trace there as well, a trace of synthetic polymer. Tsekir recognized it from his time in the park: in recent years, humans had cast of detritus that sometimes fell around him. They called it ‘plastic.’ He also sensed that she was approaching a period of fecundity, far too soon for him to hope for reproduction. All he could wish for was a rapid estral cycle in her species.

For now, though, she was gone, and Tsekir could only rest, retaining his crystalline form to conserve his hew-found energy. He would need it when she returned.

And return she did, though not to the couch. Still Tsekir perked in response to her presence. Her sensual enjoyment in disrobing, in preparing dinner, resonated in his molecular structure, and he couldn’t help but emit a rainbowed glow when she picked him up.

“Another night,” he thought, “another opportunity for exploration and arousal.” and he began to oscillate again, emitting sub-conscious sensations to the woman, sensations that heightened her pleasure in all things physical. And he took pleasure, and strength in her pleasure.

“Maybe tonight I’ll have enough energy to bring her an orgasm.”

 

[intriguess]

"I think I'll take a bath," she said out loud, and unconsciously she picked up the crystal and carried it to the bathroom, putting the toilet seat down and setting it there. It seemed to glow, and she slipped her panties off, draping them over the crystal. She adjusted the water temperature and dropped in some bath oil beads. She stretched her arms above her head feeling her back stretch. She noticed hair under her arms, and turning the water off, she took the time to apply the sticky Nad's secret formula to her armpit, apply the strip, rub until it got warm, and then YANK.

"Ah," she moaned, her nipples perking up at the stinging tingling pleasing sensation. She repeated the process on her other arm pit, feeling her pussy growing wet.

She bent over the sink, her breasts dangling, her pussy close to the crystal. "It's been too long since I've been fucked good and hard and long." She sighed and stepped into the warm slightly oily water, feeling the oil cling to her skin, making it slippery as she caressed her breasts.

Mallory closed her eyes, tugging and twisting her nipples, waiting for the need to build between her legs, feeling the water grow cold. She sighed, masturbating was difficult for her, she preferred to have a helping hand. She stepped out of the tub, wrapped herself in a towel, debating the use of her toy, which now that she thought about it, was almost the same color as the crystal, "I don't remember bringing this in here."

She picked it up and carried it to her bedroom laying it on the spare pillow. She took the towel off and roughly dried her hair, her nipples refusing to relax, and she could still smell the traces of her arousal. She turned off the lights, slipped into bed naked, and rolled over facing the crystal.

"I need to get laid," she whispered before drifting off to sleep.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tsekir could feel the tension in her touch as she carried him into the bathroom, and he could sense it also in her panties. Here was a female, ripe for reproduction, he thought, a pleasure to pleasure as well.

Even under the panties he could feel her frustrated arousal, her desire for sex. Even the sting of her hair removal aroused her, stiffening her nipples. Tsekir new those nipples gave her pleasure, and he knew also that they would nourish her young – his young. No, -their young.

He felt her longings as she bathed, and the sense of her feelings aroused him; he was delighted when she brought him to bed with her and placed him on the pillow opposite hers. And she whispered to him. He had no knowledge of her language, her form of communication, but the message was clear to him. She needed an orgasm, and he would try to take her there. He thought back at her, “yes, my fecund beauty, I will give you what I can,” but he had no way of knowing if she felt the message.

When Tsekir was sure she had fallen into a deep sleep, he began his transformation, his crystal structure loosening and allowing his bidy to flow. He lips were near him, and he had already learned how sensitive they were to touch. Lightly, then, he glided a pseudopod across her full lips, and they trembled at the touch. Encouraged, he stretched down to her breasts and nipples, caressing them all over and vibrating his molecules in sync with hers to intensify her arousal.

She stirred as he stretched over her abdomen, and rolled on to her back, letting her legs spread. Tsekir brought his whole body between the woman’s legs, to the seat of her fertility and pleasure that he had explored the night before.

He had more mass now, more energy, too; he had processed all the fluids that he had absorbed from her before, and they added to his mass and strength. He spread her labia, once more luxuriating in the alkaline juices of her arousal, and caressing her little pearl of pleasure to arouse her. More then, as he spread over the whole of her bottom, a pseudopod oozing lovingly down her furrow to her entrance, and continuing on to stroke her sensitive perineum before pressing once again at he tight little hole.

He could feel her pleasure and emitted his own to her nerves. She stirred again, her hips raising and lowering slightly, and he sent out pseudopods like tentacles to clasp around her hips and her thighs. He held her tight as he protruded his cytoplasm into her vagina, pumping in and out of her, reveling in her pleasure and in the juices she poured out, and caressing her with every projection of his form, stimulating her from ass to clitoris and through every bit of skin he touched.

Her juices filled him, and he enlarged his extension inside her vagina, thrusting and twisting and curling every way possible to raise her arousal to a fever pitch. But he needed to be careful as well; there was no telling how she would react to discovering him copulating with her. Could he bring her to a climax without waking her up? He hoped so, but he hoped that he would at least bring her to a point where she could finish herself.

 

[intriguess]

Mallory

She fell into a deep relaxed sleep, despite her arousal, or perhaps due to it. She dreamed again, this time of being under a waterfall, feeling the warm water cascade down her naked body. She gasped softly, feeling her body begin to float on the water, drifting to lye in the middle of some body of water, the sun shining warm upon her flesh, the water lapping against her body. Not her whole body, just between her legs, and then a welcome intrusion, and her body shivered in delight, accepting the strange sensation of something pumping in and out of her pussy.

It was as if a penis was swinging, the motion so smooth, the angle just right, the feeling...

She would wake up at 2am, panting and gasping mere moments after dreaming of a glorious orgasm. Mallory briefly glanced at the clock, wished the dream had been real, or at least a real cock, before closing her eyes, unaware that something had fed off her while she slept.

When her alarm clock went off, she thwacked it hard, still feeling aroused, the arousal of enjoying an orgasm and wanting more. She bent one knee, and caressed her pussy, feeling it was spread, ready for invasion. It wasn't as wet as she anticipated considering her dreams, but she wanted to feel it while fully aware and awake. She reached into her night stand and pulled out her favorite dildo, turned the vibe up as high as it would go and attacked herself with it. Feeling her pussy pushing it out as her body tightened up, feeling her need build, until she shifted so she was sitting down on the toy, forcing it to stay in while she orgasmed.

"Yes," she purred, and slowly moved, her pussy squeezing the toy out of her vagina.

She glanced at the clock, quickly got dressed, used the bathroom, snagging a yogurt on her way out the door. It was Friday and she was considering going out tonight, maybe she could get lucky.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tsekir sighed with delight – that is, if the expression of satisfaction emanating from a being in a state between crystal and gelatin could be called a sigh – at the woman’s orgasm; after all, with his sensitivity to her arousal it was almost an orgasm for him. But he’d still have to wait for his own, wait until he had grown and developed enough to properly mate. The woman’s pleasure was helping him along that path, providing him with copious fluids to process into growth and sperm. He could hardly wait for the time that he could fully copulate with this perfect specimen of a mate.

He took his place back on the pillow, returning to his crystalline form and trying to look not so much larger than he had when she placed him there. As he lay there sensing the continuing arousal of her dreams, he gave thought to how he could get her to bring males here so he could assess their suitability as vectors for his sperm. He needed her to orgasm for his own development, but, if she were satisfied sexually, would she feel a need to bring males home for her pleasure. He realized it would be a difficult balance: satisfy her enough to gain nutrients for himself while leaving her desires unsated enough to have her seek other mates.

Then her alarm rang.

Tsekir was treated to an incredible outpouring of her sexual urges, her arousal so strong it brought a polychrome glow to his crystal lattice. He sensed the object she drew from her drawer; it was the same polymer he had found traces of in her vagina. As she thrust into her vagina, her feelings almost levitated him from the pillow. He closely followed her behavior with the object, and closely observed the object itself, imprinting its form into his molecular memory.

The orgasm she gave herself was earth-shattering, and her feelings were so strong that Tsekir was able to decipher some of her thoughts. Yes, she had an intense release, but yes also, she remained unsated. He could sense that she’d be searching for a male, and hoped that she would find one. But he also realized that if she didn’t, he could take the form of her device and gain his pleasure and nutrients from her without fear of disturbing her sleep.

He heard her leave, and sensed that the device was still on the bed. He took advantage of her absence to practice taking on the form of the object. Back to his crystal, then, and craving the opportunity to take the object’s place in the woman’s vagina.

 

[intriguess]

Work had never seemed so, not dull, she loved her work, but time seemed to just drag by, each minute feeling like hours. By lunch time she had been just about to crawl out of her skin, and realizing she had forgotten lunch again, she made a quick trip to the nearby bakery style café, and treated herself to a decadent sugar filled lunch.

Mallory found herself fantasizing about Dale at the meat counter as she walked back to work, wondering how his large hands would feel on her body. If his overall size was an indicator of how his cock would be, whether he was circumcised or not. She stopped in the restroom before returning to work to wash her hands, and splash some cold water on her face.

The afternoon didn't drag on nearly so badly, and she dashed home. Mallory changed into the shortest skirt she owned, a flimsy turquoise skirt, and realizing her panties would show through, took them off. She spent some time applying make up and doing up her thick hair. It was too hot to wear down, especially if she hoped to go dancing. She opted for a simple tank top, that clung to her figure, wearing a bra, as she was built generously enough that not wearing one would make dancing uncomfortable, and not caring if her bra strap showed.

She slipped her feet into wedge sandals in silver, and picked up her purse and keys. She drove to the next town over, where there was a million bars as it had a state university. Mallory ordered nachos, and a beer, feeling the ambiance of the room as she digested. Then she was dancing, moving with the sounds, finding no lack of young men to rub up against.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

He stayed in his crystalline form for the rest of the day, absorbing all the sensations, all the traces of the woman, from her room. Her sexual frustrations hung on every item in the room, and Tsekir felt bad for her. He resolved to redouble his efforts to arouse her to a partner, not just so he could reproduce, but so she could feel the pleasure of life again. He realized he was seeing her more as a lover than a breeder, and it left him feeling somewhat uneasy.

Her return, in fact, elated him: he glowed more brilliantly than ever, but tried hard to subdue it so as not to attract her curiosity. He sensed her excitement, and realized also that she was planning an adventure, a mating hunt, if you will. He watched her dress, and vibrated in sympathy with her molecules to enhance her arousal. And then, when she laid her purse on the night table, he impulsively jumped in, leaving the most of his mass behind inertly crystalline.

He was unfamiliar with the kind of a place she had travelled to, but he was amazed at the sensuality of its ambience. Yes, food and drink aroused some passions, but overriding it all was an intense air of sexual arousal. He sensed it, and reflected it. To the woman. To the other women in the place. To the men as well, and he could feel from within her purse the gyrations of the people and the electricity of their bodily contact. Perhaps here she would find a mate to satisfy her needs, and Tsekir’s as well. He did need compatible human sperm to serve as vestors for his retro-semen.

 

[intriguess]

Mallory

They were all so young, and eager, and fun. She didn't need to buy any more drinks, but she did make sure to alternate a non alcoholic one in between. Mallory finally settled in with one young man, he had green eyes, large hands, and curly hair. He seemed relaxed and unfazed by the close contact of dancing, even as she could feel a bulge when he pulled her close to him while he was dancing behind her.

Eventually they took a break, and played a round of pool. She listened as he talked about himself, and felt a smidge guilty that she was more interested in what was lurking between his legs than what was lurking in his brain. She had already determined that he was not a creep, a predator, or gay. Beyond that she didn't seem to care, letting the details of his area of study, job plans, and such drift in one ear and out the other.

They left together, fairly early, before 9 pm. They barely made it to his car, before they were kissing, hungry kisses, promising more of what had gone on while dancing. When his hands stroked up under her skirt, she felt his groan into the kiss as he discovered she was bare to his touch.

Luckily he was parked in a quiet corner and they tumbled into the back seat like teenagers, which he probably was, and she definitely wasn't. Moments later his fingers were questing back up her leg, to stroke the soft warm flesh.

She heard him mumble something about how hot she was, and that he had protection.

It was hard to think with his fingers stroking her damp pussy, and she heard him fumbling with his zipper. She glanced up at him, as he stopped briefly to open a condom and plunk it on. Then his cock was between her legs, and she was softly chanting YES, in his ear, as he kept asking if she wanted this.

She was surprised by how much she felt the condom, it made his feel cold somehow. It was disconcerting, but she understood the need for protection in a situation like this, it would have been alarming if he had not had a condom. Not that she would have been stopped considering her need, but she might have kept to less risky persuasions.

He was young, and she'd been stoking the fire all evening, so it didn't surprise her when he erupted before she managed to climax. He pulled out, removed the condom, and rather than throwing it outside the car, he wrapped it up in a fast food napkin and then put it in an old fast food bag.

She listened as he said wow you were great, and was very appreciative. Mallory was puzzled, she felt unfulfilled, and she slowly straightened out her skirt. She suggested they go out for ice cream so he could recover.

He seemed to sense she was unsatisfied and began to apologize, but finally agreed they should get some food. He helped her out of the back seat and opened the front passenger door for her. Then he closed it after her and dashed around to the other side and got in. He suggested a burger joint and she agreed.

She ordered a bacon cheeseburger and a strawberry shake, and listened to him prattle about how he doesn't do things like that, and how he enjoyed dancing with her. Despite his youthful exuberance, she did wind up in his apartment where he much more slowly, licked her to orgasm, after which he used another condom.

This wiped him out, and she was glad she didn't have to go to work in the morning, even as she decided next time to make sure she had her car so she could make a clean getaway. It wasn't really his fault, he was just much too young, and enjoying him she knew would be pleasant distraction. Nothing more, nothing less, that didn't keep her from rolling a condom on his morning erection and riding it like there was no tomorrow.

She took a shower while he was recovering, and after breakfast he drove her back to his car. Reminding her of his name and phone number once more, she waved at him, as she realized she never told him her name. Mallory waited until he had pulled out of the parking lot to start her car. What had she been thinking? What had she just done? How long were condoms good for anyway?

She didn't tell him the morning condom had failed, and when she got home she was relieved to see she was still a few days from ovulating. She took off her shoes, dropped her purse and keys. Mallory laid on her couch wondering what she had done. Why she felt so empty, why she felt so bad about using that young man who had obviously enjoyed being used.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tsekir was in high spirits when the woman found herself a man. He could sense that the man was young, healthy, and virile, full of lively sperm. He made sure to do his best to intensify their arousal, and he did it so well that they were unable to even get away from the place before he had his organ in her. But Tselir sensed something wrong.

From inside her purse he tried to sense the man’s organ, but there was something else there shielding it. It was swollen and ready to spew out his sperm, but when it did erupt, Tsekir knew that the sperm had been trapped. A disappointment, for sure, but there was still hope. The woman was still unsatisfied. Maybe even more unsatisfied. She’d be likely to mate again, with this one or another. He waited hopefully.

And she did. With the same man. Tsekir noted that she cam closer to satisfaction from the man’s attentions, but when the cock entered her, it was again cloaked, and the sperm, the sperm that Tsekir so desperately need for his own sperm to commandeer, was again trapped.

When the woman and her mate had fallen asleep, Tsekir emerged from her purse and flowed over to the bed. He was careful not to disturb the man as he enveloped the man’s penis to seek out sperm. Thee were traces, but not enough for Tsekir to gauge their suitability. To the woman’s vagina, then, and he found it still aroused, but devoid of sperm. Something needed to be done, and Tsekir had a plan.

He waited patiently until the man and woman had sufficient rest, and then her went to work. First on the woman, flowing between her labia to her now-familiar taste, he gently stimulated her clitoris. Then to the man, wrapping himself around the flacced organ and then pulsating on it, drawing blood into its tissues to arouse it and stiffen it for mating. Back to the woman, then, and he oozed into her vagina, swelling himself to pump his cytoplasm back and forth to fully arouse her desire to be mated. As the couple began to stir, Tsekir hurried back to the purse and returned to his crystalline form.

Success seemed in the offing as the woman awoke first and began stroking herself and the man. She straddled him, but before sheathing his stiff organ, she reached into her purse and took out a little package. Tsekir’s hopes fell as she opened it and he sensed the same material that had shielded the man’s cock and trapped his sperm the night before. And now, again, he sensed the material sliding over the hardened cock, ready to catch the sperm that came.

The woman was vigorous in her mating, riding the man hard, hard enough, Tsekir sensed to his pleasure, to tear the shield. The man erupted, and sperm flowed into her canal. Not much though; Tsekir concluded he had spent most of his cells in the earlier, aborted, matings and hadn’t enough time to produce new gametes. Still, at least there was some there. Now, if only he could get the opportunity to get himself inside her reproductive tract before the sperm became immotile.

The woman was home again soon after this third attempt at mating, and Tsekir slipped back to the night table while she was distracted by her thoughts. A new plan formed in his mind, and he set to work at emitting arousing vibrations again, hoping to turn her thoughts and feelings once again to sex. And he reconfigured himself in the form of that plastic object she used to satisfy herself.

 

[intriguess]

Mallory on Saturday morning

She eventually realized that while she had showered, she'd sweated and fucked in her clothes. So she slowly stood up stretching, feeling the strangest tension run from between her legs, up her spine, and seem to seep into her brain. Sure she'd gotten off a time or two, but it had been for lack of a better word shallow. Especially when compared to the erotic dreams. She stripped off her skirt, top, and bra, dumping them in the laundry hamper in the bathroom.

Mallory stared at herself in the mirror, longer than usual, noticing her nipples seemed unusually responsive, and fondled herself until she realized how aroused she was getting, as she had casually spread her legs and assumed a fuck me position. However she was home, alone, and so with nothing urgent needing to be done this morning she walked naked to her bedroom, stretched out on the bed, reaching for her toy.

She didn't turn it to vibrate, just slowly pressed it inside, then let her body grip it, and push it out. She went slowly, pressing it in with her hand, letting her pussy push it out. She wondered if she should buy one of the more realistic ones, with the swollen tip, as she had a feeling that would be a little tougher for her body to squeeze out.

She gasped, and laughed softly, what she really wanted was a real cock, and the thought of web surfing for a toy, and waiting for it to be shipped when what she really wanted was a thick live warm chunk of cock sliding in and out.

She didn't notice the toy seemed unusually warm, or that it was curving slightly, so it bumped her g-spot. She was just lost in the sensation of sliding the toy in and out, feeling as if it was swinging up into her pussy, and then back out again.

She adjusted her breathing to match her strokes, and eventually sped up as her body wanted more, faster, and she groaned. What she wanted was a living fuck toy, flesh and blood, and warm jism to flood her needy pussy.

She fucked herself through several small tremors of orgasms, letting the g-spot stimulation grow stronger and stronger, knowing she would loose grip of the toy, when her body finally released the pent up emotional and sexual need that had been building up long before she'd gone out yesterday. Her free hand tugging, twisting, teasing her nipples, and he hips jutted off the bed in a strong and long overdue release.

She lay there her breath slowly returning to normal, still wishing it had been flesh and blood of a man between her legs. After she caught her breath, she stretched on the bed, she felt hungry, and horny, and somewhat disappointed.

It was difficult to explain, and so she slowly got up, threw on a pair of shorts, a bra, and a loose t-shirt, and decided to do laundry. While the first load was in, she stared inside her fridge and decided she needed to go grocery shopping this weekend.

 

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A setback for Tsekir; he aroused the woman, but, given her exhausted state after the night’s adventures, it only soothed her, and she fell into a deep sleep. He kept his new form, though, in case she awoke, and kept up his vibratory stimulation. When she finally did awaken, he could sense that she was deeply in need of sex.

He felt good as she slipped him into her reproductive canal. This was the first time he had been used for the woman’s pleasure, and he rather enjoyed the new sensation of being used that way. He noted what pleased her, and modified his shape somewhat to help her pleasure, but as for reproduction, the prospects were worse than poor. Not only was there little sperm from the mating, most were dead or nearly so after the long wait and the homestatic return of her canal’s acidity. Those that remained motile were, he quickly realized, entirely incompatible with his retrosperm.

All that was left was the pleasure of the act, and Tsekir submerged himself in it, arousing her and being aroused. Her manipulations gave him more detailed knowledge of her canal and its nuanced pleasures. He was able to focus intensely on the folds of flesh within her and on the muscular spasms that tightened her around him, almost pushing him out for her to push back in. He knew he needed to reproduce, but he didn’t foresee how pleasurable the act would be with this female.

When she finished, he could sense both her pleasure and her disappointment. She still wanted a real mating, and he wanted - needed - her to have one - or more. He could almost read her mind on it, and he, perhaps more so than she, realized that her interest in obtaining food was not unrelated to some male with large hands.

His increasing ability to understand her thoughts also left him with a very clear impression of what she wanted in her - what was it that man had called it last night? - her ‘pussy.’ He resolved to spend some time when she was gone trying to emulate that form for himself.