Chapter 10

For some reason, I dreamt of the movie "Amistad." I couldn't remember the particulars when I awoke in the pre-dawn hours, but whatever the dream was about kind of shook me up. I was sweating.

Maybe it was the R-Bliss. Maybe it was my body reacting to a lack of nicotine. I didn't know. Maybe it was this warm feminine body with its legs wrapped around mine.

It was my playmate of the day. Her name was ... shit. I couldn't remember. Sandy?

"Sandra" she replied. I must have said "Sandy" out loud.

Sandra was all legs. Beautiful, muscle-toned legs. A dancer's legs. She rolled on top of me and kissed my lips. My morning breath didn't seem so bad today. That was probably because I hadn't smoked yesterday. But I still wanted to brush my teeth.

"Hi Sandra," I said, as I felt her pubic hairs tickle my privates. She sat up, straddling my hips and in the dim of the morning light, I could make out a dark thicket of pubic hair between her legs. Jean also been unshaved (the rest of the girls were smooth), but Sandra's pubic region was downright unkempt. I guess scissors hadn't been invented back in the 1950's.

Her pussy, however, felt wonderful, as it slowly encompassed my turgid meat.

"Oh golly," she said, as she began to ride my hips.

I pulled her down so I could suck on her nipples, and my fingers ran through her long black hair. Or rather, attempted to, but her hair was matted with hairspray. She had a 1950's hair "do" — the sort that was styled by a beautician and then set so that the hair wouldn't budge. I could instantly see why that went out of style.

"Do you like that?" she asked. She had reached behind herself to cup my balls with her hand.

Before I was completely overtaken by lust, I decided to do something about this girl's hair issues. "Could it be possible to change your hairstyle to something a bit more ... natural? I'd like to run my fingers through it."

Instantly, her hair, still in the same style, was freed from the bondage of Aqua Net. A large black strand fell over her face, and she smiled. "Done," she said.

"And, all that pubic hair down there is kind of turning me off. Can you trim it up?"

She asked, "Would you like to watch me trim it? Or would you just prefer that it just looked trimmed?" Her cunt muscles were still clenching and releasing my member, but she no longer was bucking up and down during our conversation. "Or would you prefer no hair at all down there?"

"Just so it looked trimmed would be fine." And poof, they were so.

She seemed to enjoy the fact that I was customizing her body. "How about my tits? Would you like them bigger? Perkier?"

Her tits were natural C-cups with just minimal sag. "They're great as they are." I replied.

She leaned forward, and those tits were in my face. I figured she wanted me to kiss them, so I did. But she was just reaching for the lamp on my nightstand. The lights came on, and she leaned back again. "How about my legs? Do you like my legs?"

And then she did something that was pretty damn cool to witness. She leaned back further, so that her arms were between my knees and she was resting her weight on them. Then, still with my cock impaling her, she pulled her legs up from under her and lifted them high into the air, forming a "V" with her legs.

"Wow. No, your legs are fucking perfect." I said. My cock slipped out of her grasp in this angle, but no matter; I wanted to get on top.

I pushed her onto her back and got on my knees.

"I'm a ballet dancer, you know. I'm very flexible. See?" said Sandra as she gracefully stretched her legs back behind her shoulders and head. Her toes were pointed. Her wet pussy gaped open inches away from me.

I plunged in, grabbing her ankles and pushing them back toward the mattress. Her pussy didn't seem to have the same clenching strength in this position, but the visual more than made up for it.

She had a dreamy smile on her face. Her gaze was fixed on my eyes. I only half-noticed, since I was busy pounding the shit out of her pussy.

"I think I know another position you may like," she said. I reluctantly let go of her ankles after a few dozen more thrusts.

"Yeah?" I asked as I pulled out of her.

Sandra positioned herself so that she was halfway through a backward summersault. Her feet were flat on the mattress, her head was on the mattress, but the pussy was up above. From this position, she'd have a good view of my balls slapping her clit as I entered her.

It was one of those positions that looks really cool, but had Sandra been a real woman, would have been totally uncomfortable after about 20 seconds.

But, she was a Metacompanion. So I stood on the bed, grabbed her ass in my hands, and pushed my cock into her lewdly displayed pussy.

Sandra seemed to cum instantly, and her spasms milked my cock to an orgasm as well.

I sat down beside her as she disentangled herself. "I love that position," she said, "although I was hoping you would have pulled out so you could cum all over my face."

The conversations I'd been having over the last couple of days were freakin' surreal. "Well, the day's still young. I can cum on your face next time, if you'd like."

"Oh yes, please." She said, and she leaned over to take my flagging penis into her warm wet lips. She licked me clean, causing my body to spasm whenever her tongue passed over the ever-sensitive tip.

After a half-dozen spasms, I said, "Okay okay okay. Too intense."

My cock had begun to swell again, and she looked up at me, her lips obscenely still wrapped around my prick. She let me go with a pout. "Can I at least wash you in the shower? Or are you content to have those twin bitches clean you up?"