“So, Dr. Lawrence, how successful would you say this observation task has been so far?” Elise asked.
“Incredibly successful. We’re getting great data on hybrid behavior, especially with people. The way you love and care for your pets really tells me that human-hybrid cohabitation if possible on a wider scale. Tomorrow, we’d like to start testing their intelligence.”
“I was planning on teaching Jenny how to read tomorrow,” I said.
“That’s perfect, the learning process would be amazing to witness.”
I turned to the girls. “Oh, you are going to have fun tomorrow.”
The girls and I were just about to climb into bed when the knock came. I cursed in annoyance and pulled my pants back on. I went to the door and opened it, finding Betty of all people. She was wearing only a couple towels, one around her waist and the other around her chest. Her hair was wet and there was a sultry look on her face.
“I was thinking about you while I was in the shower and decided my fingers weren’t good enough.”
I looked back at the girls on the bed, all of them naked and eager to play, and then back at Betty. “From now on, don’t bother knocking.”
She dropped the towels, exposing her sinfully sexy body and followed me into the bedroom while I ditched my jeans. We both climbed onto the bed and I moved back to the headboard, surrounded by my harem.
“Now, I promised Leah the first turn. Come here, sweetie.”
She crawled towards me, the same smile on her face that Betty had. Rather than kissing me, she started down below, running her tongue up the shaft of my member. It entered her mouth, being drowned in her saliva while her tail swung from side to side. She then released it and began to move up, running her tongue across my chest, but once our lips met, her fingers returned to my cock. As she rolled her tongue in my mouth, she stroked me with masterful skill, using both her saliva and the moisture on her hand as lubricant.
The rest of the girls watched eagerly, waiting to see what would happen next.
Leah moved off to the side as if she was sliding off, but I knew she was up to something. I then shuddered as she began moving her leg, finding myself blindsided. Instead of going for insertion, she was using her turn to try a new level of foreplay. My cock was being squeezed in the back of her knee, the rises and falls of her leg mimicking the movements of a handjob, with the slipperiness of her skin removing all friction. Only with her could such a move be possible. There was no flaw in her movements, she had mastered the technique immediately, and she was heightening the experience by continuing to run her tongue and lips across my chest.
I found my defenses broken, having never experienced something like this. I had built up an immunity to most sexual acts, a means of self-control so that I can last until the girls finish. Handjobs, blowjobs, intercourse, I had become accustomed to the sensations enough that I didn’t need to think about baseball to prevent a premature release, but this new feeling was completely new to me. My amazement as to her ingenuity and imagination was mixing with the incredible physical feeling, as well as an almost masochistic thought of deprivation to be denied her depths. I can’t believe it happened, I’m ashamed that it happened, but I came after only a minute, splattering semen onto her leg. The girls stared, astounded by Leah’s feat. She gave me a loving kiss and moved off me, beaming with pride. No wonder she wanted to play so badly; she wanted to try out her new trick.
Now I was stuck here with my first shot gone after the first round and I had five more girls to satisfy, not to mention Leah would probably go again. Wait a second, hope wasn’t lost.
“Chloe, I promised you you’d go second, and I’ll do that in a minute, but first, there is something I need to do. Betty, I need an energy drink.”
I then pushed her onto her back and got on top of her, sucking gluttonously on her breasts. She panted from the pull of my lips as I sucked her dry, filling my stomach with the nectar of the gods. Cue the Popeye theme, I was back to full rigidity and my strength had been restored. The girls watched in curiosity, wondering what I was doing. This didn’t seem like regular foreplay. When I switched from one breast to the other, they realized what was happening.
“Master, is something coming out of her boobs?” Jenny asked.
“Milk. The milk we drink comes from cows. Technically, all mammals are capable of it, but Betty here is the cream of the crop, pardon the pun. You girls should try this. Thanks, Betty.”
“It’s my pleasure, Master,” she purred, “but don’t be afraid to get a little rougher next time.”
I moved back over to Chloe and brushed a lock of white hair out of her face. “You are just too cute.”
We began to kiss, our tongues filling each other’s mouths. Behind me, Jenny and Sonja were sucking on Betty’s tits, giving it a try and immediately becoming addicted. Betty couldn’t help but play with herself. Momo was with Leah, not just licking the fluid on her skin like she normally would, but also slurping up the semen I had left on her leg. Leah began to pant as Momo raised her leg, her tongue moving from the back of her knee, down her thigh, and finally arriving at her slit.
I soon broke my kiss with Chloe, busying my lips instead with her nipples, while my fingers explored her interior. Like Betty, she couldn’t help but whimper in bliss to the sensation of her breasts being kissed. I spent more time than I usually would, licking her porcelain skin and making love to her petite shelf, but that was for her sake. She was the flattest of all the girls, and now with Betty here, I had to remind her that I loved her small breasts.
At last, I rolled onto my back and picked Chloe up, sitting her on my face. Her whimpers became moans as I licked her out, tracing the alphabet with my tongue against her pink labia.
♫ A B C D E F G I’ll make Chloe cum for me. ♫
Her small body trembled and her voice cracked as if in pain, her cheeks becoming wet with tears as always. I held her hands, keeping her steady as I brought her through the threshold. She squeaked like a whistle and collapsed on top of me. I gently laid her on her back and got on top of her.
“Master, I love you,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me.
“I love you too,” I said, kissing her head and smelling her silky hair.
I pierced her in a smooth stroke and she dug her nails into my back. I began my movements, diving into her again and again while holding her in my arms. Her voice never left my embrace, but I could feel her kissing my chest the way Leah had. I brought up my speed, finally letting her moans be heard.
“Master! Master! Master! Master!”
She cried out to me again and again, finally culminating in a moan of sexual bliss.
I stopped my thrusts but didn’t move off her, keeping her wrapped up until her breathing had calmed. “And I’ll always love you.”
“Master…” Her tears were no longer from carnal sensations after hearing those words.
I gave her one last kiss and then moved on to Momo. She didn’t see me coming and I took her from behind. But rather than simply drill her in the doggy style position, I kept us both lying down, me on top of her. She purred as I nuzzled her ears and shivered as I penetrated her. I was gentle with my thrusts, moving my body as little as possible to keep us from separating, but strangely, Momo was moaning as if I was going all out. At this angle, my cock was rubbing hard against the front wall of her interior, rather than simply shooting past it.
She stretched her arms out in front of her and raised her hips, her purr deepening. There was a crease running up the sides of her head, down from the edge of her feline ears to where her human ears would be, and my lips on that line of cartilage made her shiver from head to toe. I whispered her name over and over while I slipped one hand under her and cupped a warm breast.
“Master, please make Momo cum,” she begged.
I sat up and grabbed her hips. Rather than lifting her up onto all fours, I kept her flying flat and simply stayed on my knees. I increased the strength of my thrusts while trying to keep the angle, working a firm grind in her sleeve. I looked down on her, mesmerized. I had always found a woman’s bare back to be sexy, to see the ridges of her spine and the trembling of her muscles beneath a canvas of smooth skin, to watch her shoulder blades rise and fall as I penetrated her. In this category, Momo beat all other women. Every stretch she made drove me wild, the lightest film of sweat catching the light, the contrast of her raven hair against her alabaster form. I wanted to paint a picture of her in this position, an elegant portrait to hang over a fireplace or in a museum.
A climax swept through her, a primal call escaping her throat as she succumbed to bliss. She became limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. I pulled out of her, moved into her view, and stole a kiss. Three down, three to go. I could no longer ignore Betty, still on her back with her legs spread, pinned down by Sonja and Jenny using her breasts to indulge their gluttony. But before penetrating her, I wanted a taste. I lowered my head between her legs and began licking her out like I was eating a tub of ice cream without a spoon. She began to moan, overwhelmed by the feeling of three mouths on her bare flesh. She was soaking wet, her body begging for my cock, but I wasn’t ready to indulge her just yet. To further stimulate her, I pushed my thumb into her anus and began stirring it around.
“Ah! Master!” she called. I waited until she was about to cum and then stopped. “Master, please!” she cried.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good. Sonja, Jenny, I think you’ve drunk enough.”
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