Uneasiness comes to take over the emptiness left by the orgasm just now, and it grows when I feel something foreign, bigger than a finger against my wet lips below. It parts them just as I come back to myself, and pushes itself against the hole Emmie has taken pleasure teasing.
My eyes open wide when the object starts pushing itself in. I look at Emmie. She smiles at me, full of excitement and anticipation. I look down, and my wide eyes open even further.
"No! Emmie, wait!"
But her smile spreads wider, with a glint of someone sharing something fun, or even a toy with her best friend.
"Don't worry, Max. It won't feel painful."
With that, she pushes until the long, thick foreign object mounted on the belt? the harness? she has worn over her flooded panties while I was out of it.
She doesn't stop, and calmly pushes the object made to resemble the fifth member I used to have in the past life I got the revived echoes of. I can't have the leisure to protest anymore as I feel the tearing sensation from below.
It is painful, but the calm the object slides in me with makes it bearable. I finally understand what Emmie meant. I feel fortunate I don't have the thicker kind of hymen like an impenetrable barrier. The object fills me up as if to my throat, getting my breath stuck.
I open my mouth, and look at the ceiling. The foreign sensation assaults my brain. It leaves me unable to process it. It is something I have avoided thinking about, having something go inside me. At least, apart from tongues, Emmie's and Liz's.
I have even less considered getting in a sexual relationship with a man. And now, it is my best friend in this life, a girl like me, who is fucking me.
I don't know what to feel, but when the tip of the foreigner inside me touches my womb, a jolt passes through my body, like the ultimate reminder that I'm a girl in a this life, a woman to be, or one already, depending on how I decide to see it. It is like the ultimate cry to my past life to remain just that, a far away past.
While both my mind and my body are struggling to react, the lubricant that has already been flooding my cave makes the foreign object inside slide down, or out, I can't tell anymore. It vacates the space it has conquered, as if it is leaving after the job, only to stop at the edge, to tease my nerves into reacting, and my body into desiring it, wanting it back, and contracting to call it back.
And it comes back indeed. It responds, and comes back, then leaves again, then comes back again. The back and forth becomes a cycle that continues not once, not twice, but with a feeling like it will keep perpetuating itself, like a planet revolving around a star.
I don't know when it started, but air began to leave my mouth at some point. When I realize that, I'm already panting from the sensation rewriting my being, erasing uncertainties and nailing my identity in this life at the top.
Then Emmie accelerates, slowly, but unrelentingly. She takes me on the kitchen counter like she is not doing something like that for the first time. She uses my breasts as handles, squeezing them while going in and out of me with the accessory she was wearing.
I can almost picture my walls spreading under the push of the battering ram reaching for my womb, my most womanly core, and narrowing down after its passage. My folds are being remolded, and I make the action easier with my legs far apart, one foot trembling on the countertop.
My hands lose strength, and the silent exhales change into sounds that leave my chest as I lie down under the squelchy work being done on my body. I bring one arm to mouth to block my moans, and let myself go.
I let go of everything that has been creating a haze in my life, whether my parents' situation, my grandparents', what Liz might be hiding, and even the monster of a predator we have a teacher.
For the first time, I am unburdened. It is just me and my body that is shaking, pushed upward and pulled down. It is just me and my jumping chest, my blouse open, my bra pushed up, my skirt relocated to below my belly button, and my panties… that I lost at some point, cloth, liquid and all.
Even the cold of the countertop failed to contend against the heat I'm generating. I override its existence when I cry through the blockade of my arm, and soil everything below me.
"HMMM~~~!!!"
I didn't just clench onto the object spreading me apart. My folds shake as they excreted even more of the lubricant of my trademark. My body shakes, and the consequence of not going to the toilet for two hours straight makes itself known.
"Hahaha…"
Emmie laughs despite having been pissed on. I exhale as she pulls out of me. I finally look down at her sweaty form. The red hair pasted against her skin because of the sweat makes her… sexy.
Yeah, it seems my orientation is now set. Her flushed face shows more than exertion. It also carries an excitement that makes me think that it is no wonder she has pulled me to her place. The fire from my wounded hymen burns, but I recall someone saying she will pay back from taking my virginity.
"How is it? Not back, right?"
Her bright smile doesn't diminish my desire for revenge. I sit down and take her by surprise. I kiss her more fiercely than ever before, like a battle instead of a dance. I pull her into my rhythm, while searching for something which I soon find.
I ignore her surprise when I unhook the accessory she is wearing. I slide out of the space between her and the countertop of the kitchen, and bend her over it, her big breasts against the now warm surface.
*Pa*
"Ah! Hahaha…"
While she laughs at the slap on her bum, I wear the accessory and pull down her soaked, last piece of clothing. Her red lips below are already slightly parted in a welcoming gesture.
*Pa*
I add another red signature on her other cheek, then I accept the invitation of her dripping folds. I slam myself inside her with vengeance, straight to the peak, without any resistance along the way at all. And for the first time, Emmie's mind flares up so brightly that I catch her thoughts without even trying, despite having avoided them until now.
'FUCK!!!'
"ANH~~~!!!"
It is like I parted myself when her mind resonated with mine. And I latch onto it without any conscious thought, without the desire to let go.
Feeling everything Emmie is feeling is even better than being on the receiving end, almost.
I push onto the beautiful back full of sweat before me, flattening the big mouthwatering ball on the countertop, then… I start fucking Emmie, and myself, like a horse unleased on a race track, without any gentleness at all.
"MAX~~~!!!"