Chapter 35: Clay Pipe Girls Part 2

I was screwing Rebecca, and I think my recent hydraulic dick mod might have been overdone.

Rebecca loudly wailed, “What...” and she froze up.

Ox said, “Aaaaand ... she’s out!”

I looked down at her, and she had fainted.

“Jay-zus, Ox. this isn’t baseball. WTF was that?”

He said, “An unknown byproduct of your hormones? Rebecca was exceptionally hyped up. What we don’t know is whether this was due to her unusual ancestry or if it would affect all women this way. It needs some more experimenting.”

“Fuck Me!”

He said, “Aww ... Sucks to be you - NOT! You get more pussy than any 25 guys your age.”

I cleaned Rebecca up with a washcloth and some water.

I dressed and went downstairs. I needed to take a walk and think about the recent changes to my junk. I know it’s for the entertainment channel, but it’s my junk, damit.

I walked down one avenue and back up another until I neared the new house. I was not sure what to make of this change in my sexual equipment. I realized Pippa and Paloma had encountered the new cock in the environs of the pool. If my pheromones were too strong, the pool would probably have alleviated the effect.

I turned around and headed for Amiyah’s office. She was not in. She was out with clients. Mariam took me by the hand and took me into the special hanky-panky office.

She was not going to pass up an impromptu session with me. I shucked my shirt and kilt. By the time I had my kilt off, I saw she was naked and lying on a comforter.

When she saw my dick was bigger, her eyes grew large. Then, they glazed over. I nuzzled myself into her split peach and slowly slid myself into her. With the hair gone from her labia, her pussy looked like a split peach.

Exos make my women always damp enough to fuck. I reached the end of her tunnel and pumped it a few times, hoping the magic would happen. As I continued to saw back and forth into her, I felt just the pointy tip of my glans slide into the hole in her cervix. For some reason, it had opened for me. Another change by the Exos?

Does the tip of my glans have some kind of hormone-driven key?

Mariam’s legs came up behind my hips, and she almost mechanically started to control my motion.

“Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh,” Mariam repetitiously muttered into my shoulder. I looked down; her eyes were glazed.

After a while, I realized she was stuck. Mariam was not cumming.

With every movement we made, my glans kissed her the exact right amount. I had to order my cock to not instinctively cum in her. I wanted her to cum with me.

I looked down at her, and her body now looked quite lovely. She was no longer the skinny, sickly, pale-looking woman she had been. Her face and body had filled out. Her complexion looked great, and her pussy was just the right amount of plushness.

Her outer labia were puffy-looking from our sex, and it was like I was pushing into a very welcoming place. My cock was home.

With each stroke, I nudged just the tip inside her cervix. I was winding up again. I noticed she had a steady stream of tears running down her cheeks.

I had had enough of her whimpering. I grabbed her nipples and turned them side to side as she thrashed and screamed out.

FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK ME BILL, Fuck me all to hell and back. WHAAA~!!!! Uumm, uumm...”

Ox said, “And ... She fainted too.”

I said, “Just great, Ox. I didn’t get myself off. She was too quick.’

Ox said, “She must have really needed that.”

I heard a quiet whine and turned to see a girl standing there with glazed eyes.

I said, “Who...?”

Ox said, “That’s Iona McCay. She’s 15 and does the message and mail runs for the office.”

An up-skirt view showed she still has her V card. Yuck. Her top was too tight to see her breasts. I moved Mariam onto a chair. I lay down on the comforter and wagged a finger at Iona. After I briefly kissed her, she moved mechanically to my side.

She hesitated, and it wasn’t fear. She stood looking right down at my cock like she didn’t know what it was. Did I want a 15-year-old concubine? I saw her nostrils open wide as she huffed more of my new and improved hormones into her nose.

I pulled at her top, and she wiggled it off. Her small titties were about 2 1/2 inches wide and came out to rounded points an inch and a half out. She has perfect, little, pink, puffy cones on the tips. Iona’s teeny tiny nipples did pop out.

Iona has a light sprinkling of barely visible pubic hair. She’s old enough to bleed - therefore, she’s old enough to breed here. She knew instinctively what she wanted. She lay on top of me and moved around until we were in the approximate position. She must have seen someone doing it at some point.

I used my hands to position her, to get my pointy member where it needed to be. “Thank you, Ox, for the close-up view of Iona’s little vulva.”

“It’s OK.”

I smeared myself at her point of entry until I knew the Exos had done their thing. I slowly entered a brand-new pussy. I slid right past where the hymen had been. The Exos had removed that pesky issue for me.

A very new, ultra fucking tight pussy. Even with the hydraulic action toned down, I was only partway in her pussy. Iona is maybe 15, but she’s tiny, weighing in at around 90 pounds at best and standing inches shorter than 5 feet tall. She could only take half of my length.

I pulled her down so I could kiss her.

She has brown hair, and the pubic hair is so thin that it’s almost not there at all. Her little girlie parts look cute. She did take my width with no problem, but the depth was a whole other thing.

I used my hands to grab her little bum cheeks. I helped her move in short, gentle movements to establish an easy rhythm.

We moved together for a while. Iona started moaning quietly, a constant “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...”