Virtually Anything

A wide grin appeared on his face as he closed his eyes and savored the glorious feel of the silky strands between and under his fingers. Her love mound was soft and warm and inviting. His hands dipped down further. As the fingers of one hand stroked and teased her left inner thigh, the other lightly touched and explored the soft, moist folds of her pussy. She moaned and leaned back against him. Her hips thrust forward, pressing herself harder upon his fingers.

“Tell me how you feel.” His words were soft and broken, for all control had been lost at this point. Terrence feared she would not respond as anticipated.

“My pussy is so hot and creamy. I feel an intense tingling all over. My legs are so weak I can barely stand. Your fingers feel…incredible. The way you touch me makes me feel so sexy and hot.”

The tips of his fingers traced along the moist folds and were smeared with her lubricating nectar. A middle finger pushed between the folds and dipped into the narrow canyon within. Her body twitched as he explored the length of her juicy slit. When his finger neared Jasmine’s enlarged clit she moaned loudly. He teased the flesh around the clit and she melted in his hands. Another finger pushed into her slit and rubbed at the opening of her canal. As her hips frantically thrust against his hands Terrence gently pushed the tip of his finger into her hole. The doorway reluctantly opened and sealed around its circumference. It oozed with wetness and was steamy hot.

“You like this.” Terrence spoke in a weak and broken voice. His blood-engorged penis throbbed in his pants and his semen-filled balls ached for release.

“I love you touching me like this. Rub around my clit faster. I’m so close.” Jasmine pleaded with him in a breathless whisper, eager to savor a wonderful orgasm that wasn’t self-induced.

He complied. His fingers pushed and held the folds apart and his middle finger rapidly stroked around the hooded clit. Her body twitched and writhed against him and his erect prick. The stimulation teased his penis as the head rubbed against her lower back through their clothing. The semen in his balls started to rise.

Terrence looked at her gorgeous reflection in the window. Her half-unbuttoned blouse revealed perky breasts that jiggled with the motion of the train. He stared at the supple mounds and nipples as he fingered her wondrous pussy. More of Jasmine’s creamy wetness seeped from her crotch and coated his fingers. He wanted to be inside of her so badly that it hurt.

Jasmine reached her left hand back and looped it around his neck for support. Her sweet voice groaned louder as her slender frame twitched and jerked in sheer ecstasy. She ground her body against his as an orgasm approached. When she climaxed her whole body tensed and jerked wildly in uncontrollable pleasure. Her throes excited him as well as her lower back rubbed on the tip of his penis harder and faster. Terrence tried to hold back but couldn’t, and as her gyrating body quieted his balls released their contents. Thick wads of milky semen was ejaculated into his underpants and quickly soaked through his clothing.

They were both shaken and breathless after their sexual release. Jasmine withdrew her left arm and leaned against the glass window. Her gasping slowly ebbed and her gorgeous body quieted. 

“You’re awake.” 

A look of fear and confusion appeared on her face as if she had awakened from a dream and discovered it to be true. She tried to hide herself as much as possible and refastened the bra and blouse buttons. Terrence watched her reaction and disappeared into the crowd. Once she was dressed she turned and looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Had she done this herself or had she been some pervert’s victim? Jasmine still felt dazed as the train squeaked to a stop. She tentatively stepped from the train after the doors hissed open and joined the throngs of other commuters. 

Despite what had happened, a feeling of intense pleasure lingered. Jasmine knew she’d been fondled and had climaxed into her black lace panties because the crotch was wet and sticky. She couldn’t remember the details, but that wondrous feeling of having an orgasm stuck in her mind. It had felt so incredible. But the thought of having lost all control like that frightened her, as well. Was she being stalked?

Part Two

Terrence recognized the sound of Jasmine’s apartment door being opened. He listened for her footsteps and when he knew she had walked past he stepped from his apartment and trailed his neighbor. A load of clothes filled a plastic hamper that she carried in both arms. A small cloth bag dangled from her right wrist, bulging with several large bottles he guessed to be laundry detergent and fabric softener. She was casually dressed a pair of denim shorts and a white pull-over T-shirt.

Four days had elapsed since he’d approached her on the train. He constantly replayed that first encounter like a video tape. He watched it over and over in his mind; the look and feel of her sumptuous breasts and juicy pussy. He had been waiting for another opportunity to be with her in more private surroundings, and hoped this might pan out. He wanted to be inside of her so bad that his intense need caused physical pain.

He followed her to the basement, where two washers and dryers were set up in a small laundry area. Jasmine opened the door and walked inside. She placed a load of clothes in both washers. As she added soap and softener Terrence silently moved in behind her. He closed and locked the hollow wood door.

“Raza.” He carefully repeated the phrase he’d implanted in her mind and hoped that the door would be opened.

Jasmine had just closed the washer lid and stood upright, frozen in position. Terrence waited several seconds and realized that she had fallen into a trance-like state, exactly as he’d intended. He filled with excitement and wondered which approach should be used.

“Your T-shirt is soaked.”

She glanced down at her completely dry T-shirt but in her mind she saw and felt wetness. Her fingers un-tucked it from the shorts and she slipped it off over her head. She bent down and tossed it into a dryer, where it would be joined by other clothing later.

“Turn towards the voice of your trusted friend.” 

Jasmine turned around and faced him. His eyes drank in the beauty of her bare perky breasts. They silently beckoned. A quizzical look appeared on her face, as if she was aware of what she did yet failed to grasp the reasoning. When he stepped forward she made no defensive retreat. 

Instead, she placed her palms on the front of the washer that stood directly behind her and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Once seated her luscious lips formed into an alluring smile, her creamy thighs slid far apart, and her hands reached out and drew him forward. 

She softly sighed as their lips met. They kissed lightly and drank in the fragrance of one another. When Terrence’s tongue pressed against her lips they opened, and her own tongue temptingly lured it deeply into her wet mouth. The sweet taste and warmth of their oral embrace sparked passion. The smooth muscles entwined, teased, coaxed, probed, and skirmished in battles of dominance. When his tongue thrust fully inside, she wildly bit and sucked.

His hands eagerly cupped and caressed the wondrously soft breasts that had captivated him moments earlier. The feel of her warm, quivering flesh beneath his palms and fingers stimulated him in a way that sucked the blood from his rapidly beating heart and forced it into his penis. It arose like a mighty lance, prepared to punch through any armor and deeply into flesh. It could not tear through the fabric that confined it, so it pressed against the cotton wall, madly pulsated, and impatiently waited.
Jasmine offered no signs of protest as his hands reluctantly released her breasts and descended. He anxiously tugged at the fastener of her skimpy shorts and was filled with a surge of excitement as the denim yielded to his efforts. She groaned aloud as the shorts loosened. An insistent tugging followed, and once the zipper had been pulled down its chrome track fingers urgently pressed against her lower belly and moved beneath her clothing.

As the tips of his fingers touched her pubic mound she was overcome by a brief wave of dizziness. She instinctively reached out and grabbed his shoulders for support as her voice groaned in pleasure. She felt his fingers sifting through the soft curls as he explored the richness of her sex. A fire erupted in her loins and her thighs parted further still, wanting him to touch her. 

When his fingers sank deeper still and touched the top of her swollen lips, her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body rejoiced in powerful shuddering. His fingers found the moist, supple folds of her pussy and lovingly rubbed on the velvet-smooth flesh. His filled balls ached for her, and his lance leaked with seed in anticipation. 

A finger worked between the folds and descended into the valley of love. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Jasmine tensed, leaned her head back, and cried aloud. Her hands reached down and madly tugged at the front of his pants. Their lips and mouths rejoined and were as one, with no beginning or end, and devoured one another in a sudden fit of hunger that neither could satisfy. 

Her persistence was rewarded as a metallic clicking announced the fastener of his pants had opened. She blindly groped for the zipper and anxiously jerked it down. Now it was he that felt fingers on the lower belly. Jasmine grasped and jerked the front of his underpants down far enough to expose what she so badly desired. The fingers of one hand cupped and fondled his balls as the other gently rubbed along the shaft and mentally mapped an image of its appearance.

Terrence stepped back from between her thighs. Her legs closed as he pulled her shorts and panties off, and then eagerly reopened. The auburn curls and moist pink folds silently beckoned. She reached out and drew him near.

His hands moved beneath her knees and lifted up. He cradled her knees so that they were supported by the crook of his elbows. She placed her hands behind her, palms down, on the washer frame. Terrence lifted her body up and she supported most of her own weight on her hands. With her gorgeous body levitated, he moved forward and pressed the tip of his penis against the delicate folds that flanked what he most desired.

Jasmine looked down in admiration. She eyed the swollen purplish-pink head, watching as it seeped with milky seed. The hardened shaft was threaded with veins that visibly pulsated with each beat of his heart. She shuddered as the tip pushed into her slit and slid up and down as he searched and prepared for entry. She groaned aloud when he pressed at the threshold of her pussy. A rush of adrenaline and intense excitement filled her body when the bulbous tip thrust in and forced her tight walls to yield to its attack.

It retreated as if repulsed, regained momentum, and surged forward a second time. Jasmine threw her head back and groaned in delight as tingling warmth rippled through her body. A second, momentary retreat, a third swift attack, and the lance drove deeper still. The hot, luscious walls of her pussy yielded more, but were not finished defending what lay beyond. 

There was a third retreat. Strength was reformed and a fourth furious attack followed as the lance gathered up momentum and pushed past the walls that had previously repelled its forward advance. The defiant spirit of her flesh crumbled and the round tip burrowed completely inside. She groaned loudly in sound defeat. Her supple body twitched and writhed in awe and wonder of the struggle.

Their rocking bodies fell into a natural rhythm that was joyously exciting for them both. Her pussy oozed with wetness as it fully accepted his penis into her womb. Each thrust of his was greeted by hers and their bodies noisy slapped against one another. The grinding of the washer drowned out much of their moaning and sighs, and the smell of detergent camouflaged the stench of sweat and sex. Droplets of perspiration quickly formed and dripped from their bodies as they passionately mated.

Her breathless moaning slowly increased in volume and frequency. For Terrence it was a meter of excitement, and the faster and louder it got he knew the closer she was to climax. He was on the verge himself and fought back against the rising of his semen. The hot liquid insistently grew higher and higher as his balls demanded release. The only way he could possibly delay orgasm was to withdraw from the pussy he filled, but in so doing would deny her as well.

He shifted gears in his mind, thought of his mother and sister, but his body would not be denied. He thrust fully into her pussy and grunted in glee as sensations of powerful delight filled his flesh. A brief flood of seed was released and ejaculated into her belly. 

As he twitched and thrust in the final moments of release, Jasmine’s body momentarily tensed and erupted into wild gyrations of heavenly pleasure. Her body uncontrollably twitched and shuddered, and her loud cries could not be stifled. Her climax outlasted his and despite the pain caused by the tightening of her pussy walls around the sensitized tip of his penis, he remained inside until her jerking body finally quieted.

Terrence gently placed her back down on top of the washer in a sitting position. She leaned forward and tightly embraced him.

“How did you like that?” a voice sounded.

“It was great!” he exclaimed. 

“You’re impressed; excellent.” It finally dawned on him that it was a man’s voice that was speaking.

The vision of beauty before him froze, flickered, and disappeared.

“Press the red release button when you’re ready,” the voice instructed.

A light turned on and he removed the electrode-laced skull cap and placed it on a holder to his right. He reached down, activated a release handle, and slid his seat back. This action removed his softened penis from a fixed cylindrical steel chamber. Every action he took echoed in the small, enclosed plastic capsule.

A motor softly whirred as a long, thin finger within the cylindrical chamber pushed a pliable, semen-filled baggie from within. A trap door in the floor of the capsule opened and it fell harmlessly away with surgeon-like precision.

A small flashing light to his left caught his attention. A plate beneath the lamp read “For the safe removal of body fluids from genitalia, please wipe.” An antiseptic cloth was dispensed through a long, narrow slot. 

As he performed these actions, an automated voice advertised the unit. “Virtually Anything is the perfect high technology solution for all your personal and business needs. We can offer child and adult education, family and adult entertainment, rehabilitation, and are currently providing effective treatment for phobias. The possibilities are endless. As an investor, you will be…”