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Clonesome	By : Redfields Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 24584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next morning was brief. Very brief. A glance at her omnitool had sent Jane sprinting for the door with a muttered swear word, and that was the last I saw of her for a while. During that day, I got a short note simply saying “Sorry for this morning. Emergency at work. Thanks for last night, it was great.” What do you say to that? I wrote a short note back saying thanks and that I understood.

A few days later, a slightly longer note saying she was still being run off her feet, but that she’d like to get together again some time, if that was alright. At her place, this time. I desperately wanted to, but I was also scared of coming off as clingy and needy. I sent back a message saying that’d be great, whenever she was free would be fine.

And then I waited. Construction did a little to keep my mind busy, but when I got home, I found myself anxious and stressed, waiting for her message, wondering if she’d just blown me off. I found myself masturbating a lot more, remembering that wonderful night we’d had together. Finding similar porn on the extranet, even one starring “Commander Shep-Hard” getting nailed aboard a spaceship obviously made of cardboard. Good for a laugh, but not much more. I knew what extra equipment she was packing, and I wanted it badly.

Two weeks later, I got a message just after I got home from work. “I think I’m finally getting some down time. I’m going to eat at the office, but I should be home later this evening. Would you like to come over?” My heart pounded and my fingers were shaky as I typed out a yes. Nothing. I started to making supper when my omnitool dinged a new message. Her address, and a single line. “Get ready for sex.”

That sent my mind in all sorts of wonderful directions, and I immediately got hard. Which presented its own problem, of course. I couldn’t go walking around town sporting a massive erection. I briefly thought of wearing a dress, no underwear, but again, erection. I didn’t dare do anything with it, although it was aching to cum. I had a quick supper and a rather cold shower, and put on my normal clothes.

I took public transit there, doing my best to think about anything but what was to come. Construction work, mostly. What we had coming up next week, whether we’d be able to build anything comparable to the rather upscale section of town the bus dropped me off at. I checked my omnitool to see if I had the right place, and remind myself of the apartment number. Past security, a few dozen floors up, and a rather staid door. I pushed the button next to it.

“Jenn?” came the voice.

“Yup.” I replied, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves.

The door swooshed open, rising quickly into the ceiling to reveal a very naked Commander Shepard. My jaw dropped, and I just stood there, in the hallway, stunned. Shepard reached out and grabbed my hands gently pulling me in as my legs remembered how to move.

“If you’re jaw’s open like that, mind putting it to good use?” she smirked at me.

My mouth snapped closed, but I nodded vigorously.

She let go of my hands, reaching up to my shoulders to gently push me down to the ground. I sat, back to the door, as her cock advanced. I opened my mouth, and she thrust in smoothly. It tasted … fleshy, but then it quickly slipped down my throat.

I’d been practicing for this moment for two weeks, in case I got the chance to repay her. I used anything I could find: pasta, pencils, even a sex toy I mini-factured. Now the actual test – an oral exam, if you will. All of it paid off, barely. My eyes watered, but my gag reflex held firm, and soon her balls were resting on my chin.

I tried to swallow, but it just didn’t work. Saliva ended up dripping down my chin. Jane pulled out most of the way out, then thrust in again. It was a little harder than the first time, since I wasn’t really expecting it, but my gag reflex stayed under control, and her cock slipped down my throat, as smoothly as before. The next one was easier, and the one after that, and the one after that. By the time she started picking up the pace, I was used to having it down my gullet.

The pace got really quick, really fast. She didn’t even have her hands on the back of my head, merely hammering it into the door I was sitting against. I pressed my head against the door or the back would’ve been battered by Shepard’s pounding rhythm.

I held out as long as I could, but eventually my lungs started screaming for air, blocked by the appendage skewering my throat. My hands tapped her thighs, and she pulled her cock completely out of my throat.

I gulped air, swallowed, gulped air again, panting. Shepard wasn’t idle, slowly rubbing her cock, her hand sliding along its wet length, coated with my saliva. I took a deep breath and nodded, opening my jaw as much as I could. She slid her entire length down my throat in one smooth stroke, and picked up where she left off.

She hammered me, again, relentlessly, her balls slapping against my chin as her dick repeatedly violated my willing throat. Her pace was impossibly fast, barely getting out of my gullet before pounding back in. It felt like it reached down into my stomach, tapping against my intestines before rushing out, only to come thundering back in, merciless.

I could hear the gagging sounds reverberating around my skull as her tool stretched my throat, her cock rubbing back and forth across my tongue. It tasted delicious, fleshy. It tasted like her.

Again, I wanted it to last forever, but my lungs disagreed. I saw spots before I tapped at her thighs, and it took a few moments before she pulled out. She had a pained looked on her face, and her hand was frantically jacking off her cock.

“I’m so close.” She begged.

I panted quickly, desperate to get air so I could finish this, to please her. I wetted two of my fingers and nodded at her again. She slammed into me again, roughly, pace just as quick as before.

It didn’t take long. A few rapid thrusts, and then one more deep one, slamming down my throat as she came. I jammed two fingers into her ass and she yelled, a cry of pure ecstasy. Her back arched, her whole body straining, every muscled tensed in pleasure.

Her cock erupted, pulsing in my throat as it sent stream after stream of cum into my stomach. I swallowed instinctively, my throat milking her cock, and she groaned, pleasure increasing even more. Her balls twitched, practically dancing on my chin as they emptied themselves, sperm jetting from her cock deep into me.

Eventually the jets turned to dribbles, then stopped entirely as I drained her dry. Her legs, already weak, gave out entirely. I supported her as best I could, but she stumbled backwards, tumbling gracefully to land on her back. We both panted from the exertion.

She had on leg folded up, her knee in the air. She propped her head up on one forearm and looked at me with a smile. “Wow … that was … whew!” she sputtered. I was no better, only able to respond with a wide-eyed nod.

Then I burped. It tasted like semen. I covered my mouth in embarrassment, but she just laughed. Well, I supposed if she thought it was alright. I giggled at the humour of it all, then just leaned back against the door, recovering.

“Sorry about that. I haven’t cum since we were together.” She said.

I did the math in my head. “Hang on, don’t you masturbate like, twice a day?”

“Yeah, so that was probably about 30 orgasms, right there. Like I said, sorry.”

I waved away her apology, but the forcefulness of the thrusts and the speediness of her orgasm suddenly made sense.

After a while, she slowly got to her feet, then held out her hand. I took it and she hauled me to my feet. “Time you got your fun too. Follow me. And ditch the clothes.” She sashayed away towards an open door, her naked rear end swaying beautifully.

I practically tore off my clothes, stumbling and nearly falling, trying to take off my pants, not helped at all by my raging erection getting in the way. I left a trail of scattered clothes on my way to her room, a sock here, my bra there. I managed to discard everything as I reached her door. She was naked, bent over her bed, waiting for me to fill her luscious ass. Oh, what a beautiful invitation.

She looked back at me, then pointed out a jar of lube. I hurried to it, prying open its lid and quickly sliding a handful onto my cock and another into her crack. It was almost mesmerizing, sliding my fingers back and forth across her hole before sticking some in. Her back door stretched easily around them as I fit three inside of her, swirling them around slowly. She moaned in approval.

I pulled my fingers out and rested my dick on her rosebud, my cockhead already leaking precum. I pushed in slowly, watching myself disappear within her. It was incredible. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her ass was like a magnet, drawing me further in, until I was completely buried in her welcoming warmth. The sight was stunning. Her smooth skin, her hips flaring out, rounding back to form her perfect bottom, her cheeks coming together around my cock, buried inside her.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her smooth skin on mine, breathing in the scent of her. We lay like that on the bed for a long time, just enjoying the intimacy. Well, I certainly was, content to be with her, buried in her.

“You’re … a little bigger than I was expecting.” She chuckled. “Pull back a little and get started.” She instructed, so I obeyed, pulling my hips back, pulling my cock out of that wonderful ass. I didn’t want to, I wanted to stay in her forever. Pulling out, even just a little, caused an ache in my soul. I pushed back in, feeling her warmth envelop me again.

“See? Not so bad. Keep that up, you’ll be an expert in no time.” Her encouragement was all I needed to pick up the pace, pulling out and thrusting in to that beautiful back door. I kept myself pressed against her, my nipples rubbing against her back. I kept kissing her neck, pulling out and pushing back into her.

It wasn’t the passion of a tryst, or the wildness of porn, but it was … intense. It was making love. I peeled myself back from her, only to slam into her again. My hands snaked under her body, grabbing her breasts to pull me in tighter. I practically mauled them as I got less gentle. She was thrusting back to meet me, our hips meeting, crashing together faster, faster.

Her ass wasn’t tight, but Jane certainly knew how to use it, milking my cock every time I thrust in, making it so hard to pull out and so good to push back in. I slammed into her again, again, always more. My pace got more frantic as I lost control, pounding her senseless as my orgasm approached.

My toes went numb as a tingle started at my feet, then rose quickly up my legs. I slammed into her one more time, burying my entire length into her in one vicious thrust, and stayed there as my climax consumed me. My cock erupted in a fountain of cum deep in her guts as overwhelming pleasure exploded through me. My body tensed as my muscled strained, seizing against impossible signals as my brain went haywire, overloaded with pleasure.

My vision darkened, greying at the edges as my orgasm continued onwards. Her ass clenched in waves around my cock, draining me as I shot jet after jet of cum into her, like she was sucking the energy right out of me.

It was hard to think about anything other than how perfectly amazing I felt, how wonderful my cock felt, emptying its load inside her. I never knew how much cum I had, how much I desperately needed to get off, despite my recent forays to all things sexual. I emptied myself into her, draining what felt like my entire essence into her being.

It had to end. I wouldn’t have wanted it to end, if I had any realization at all, if my mind functioned at all, but it was lost amidst the haze of my climax. After what felt like an eternity at the peak of pleasure, I gradually came back to earth. My eyes, blurry, gradually focused, my sight filling with her red hair. My other senses came back, feeling her skin against mine, smelling something wonderful, sexual. I kissed her neck, tasting our sweat mixed together.

My entire body trembled, lying atop her, too weak to move after such a powerful orgasm. Carefully, she rolled us over onto the side, and I realized how sensitive my penis was. I squeaked. She chuckled, curling up slightly so my cock slipped out of her ass. I rolled onto my back, panting, still occasionally shaking, unable to find the words to describe what had happened. She just kissed my cheek and held me.
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