This choice: becoming a sex slave of the stud. | Go Back Chapter 29: becoming a sex slave of the stud. (ID #729741) an addition by: David Argall ![View davidargall's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author While Pam is considering this, you march up to the little geek. Saying "Hi", you bounce Pam up and down a time or two. His eyes follow her nipples, and his head bounces up and down too. "Like them?" His lips manage to move, but no words make their way out. "Well, maybe you would like a closer look..." And you step closer as his eyes continue to bulge almost as large as his other bugle. He looks unsure whether he is about to die of happiness or should run away for fear you will do something terrible, like not taking advantage of him.
He is pretty much turned to stone, one part of him anyway, and he still can't speak a word, or even a sound. "I bet you would like to touch them, wouldn't you?" No use waiting for him to stammer any answer. He can barely get his jaw to work. Instead you take his hands and put one on each of those monsters of yours. Now your hands reach down to his soldier where you start to caress, "Now this is nice, isn't it?"
The nerd manages to finally react, giving your sensitive breasts a squeeze, which starts them sinking into you. For a moment, he looks startled and about ready to flee, but you smile, "That feels nice." Instead, he squeezes again, a bit difficult to do when his hands are already engulfed, but somehow it works. "Now just rub a bit..." He does as told, somehow caressing your outside from the inside, all rather pleasantly.
Even more pleasantly for him. Your stroking of his tool causes a major explosion before his arms are in up to his elbows. And even as his face makes contact with your waiting mounds, he climaxes even harder. It is all too much for Pam, who goes over the top too. And that is enough to set you to gently shuttering.
You keep on caressing his member, and he continues to come, until his hips start to slip into Pam and you need to let go. This isn't the end of the fun for any of you, but his legs are sliding in pretty fast, and soon the last of him is sinking out of sight like Pam was a mountain of quicksand. You pat Pam, whose skin is now firm and solid, "Good job. We've got ourselves a nice little study aid now."
"I've got something better." you hear as two large hands reach around you and starts caressing Pam. Managing to look over your shoulder, you see the stud that Pam had been admiring. You struggle to get loose, to no effect.
"You let go!" you demand. "You can't just molest girls in the hallway like this."
With a cheerful grin he responds, "maybe not, but I can do something else..." With that, he opens his mouth wide, and engulfs your head.
You have time for "Hey!" but he pays no attention. Your head is quickly into his throat and you can feel his maw expanding more to take in your lovely shoulders. You try to fight, but with your shoulders swallowed, it is hard to do much.
Then it becomes worse, or better, when his lips reach your tender breasts. Pam is just too sensitive. She, and of course you, explode in sensation from the first touch. When he reaches your rock-hard nipples, it's an intolerable pleasure, and as he glides down the curve of your breasts, Pam finds what she has been seeking, and you both explode into a thousand pieces, leaving you, if technically aware, quite unable to act. Your trim torso is soon inside him, and so are those fine hips. And just as you become somewhat rational again, his lips on your most sensitive spot trigger a final shattering release that puts you out until you find yourself a ball of flesh in his belly.
"OK, I guess you can eat me and digest me..." you admit.
"Oh, my plans are a lot more elaborate than that. You are going to be my property from here on out."
"What? You can't do that!"
"Wait and see, my love, wait and see." You feel him walking somewhere, somewhere you doubt you will want to go. "My name is Samuel by the way. Sam if you like. What do you want to be called? Other than delicious? Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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