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Code-Shark — Did You Bring The Oil?
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Published: 2018-06-30 18:15:19 +0000 UTC; Views: 2405; Favourites: 77; Downloads: 0
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Linda is waiting for a good massage. Nothing feels quite so good after a long and stressful day than having someone work oil into your fur. Fingers finding the knots in your back, and slowly working them out with steady kneading.
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**Ker-blush**
"Well your muscles... are so firm..." I say sheepishly.
**squeezie-squeezie**
"It's just... just... uh..."
**brain crash. Critical information overload.**
The cheeks turn beet red.
"Too much..."
He passes out before falling on your chest.
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Eyes going wide, as you suddenly face plant directly into her cleavage. 'Oh! Oh no...'
Not quite sure what to do, Linda allowed herself a micro panic. She had expected you to move up to her breasts eventually, the sudden groping had taken her by surprise though.
Though you brought that on yourself. A small voice inside her chided her, and now look he's all burn out!
Not quite sure what to do, and with your face still smushed into her chest, Linda gives your limp form pinning her to the floor a little shake. No response...
Out cold.
...
And just like that another more sinister voice whispered in her mind. You know we could move, so he wakes up between our legs...
Linda's face burned a bright red at that thought.
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**out to lunch... out to lunch... ooo, look at the pretty birdies...**
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'Oh no... Uh, oh...' Beginning to panic, Linda rolls you over then, straddling your body with her own begins to perform a very dramatic version of CPR, though without the chest compression part. 'No no no... you got to wake up.' Her hips grind into yours as her weight settles on top of you.
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**Critical Information incoming: Awkward chest compressions in progress and increasing weight on crotch!**
One eye opens.
**AH!! Death by hotness!!**
Ker-blinky-blink
QUICK! Say something clever!
"You're getting your coconut oil on my peanuts."
**Mental face slap!**
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There is a long and awkward pause as Linda digests that.
'Uh...'
She replies, giving you a quizzical look, her hips still resting on you for support.
'You are okay?' She adds. 'Your face is all red - oh no! Your not having an allergic reaction are you?'
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"Nothing a dip in a bathtub full of ice water won't fix."
**If you're out there, god, then don't let her notice what she's sitting on!**
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That causes Linda's eyebrows to rise, she quickly places a hand over your forehead. 'Oh you are all hot... Maybe a cold damp cloth.' twisting to look behind her, she inadvertently puts more weight onto your lap.
'You sure you...your face it looks a little...stressed?'
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Sitting up, I put an arm about her back to keep her from toppling over. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
"I... I... uh... get leg cramps if I sit around too much!"
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"It's... old tackle football injury from back in middle school."
'Oh no...' Linda, still seated on your lap, twists, accidentally grinding you as she does, to look at your poor leg. 'You've been working on me - maybe you would like a chance for me to do the same?'
This close, you can pick up so many details about her, her scent that seems to linger in the air, a lot and hard to define, the deep green of her eyes, that are in fact flecked with copper. The soft fullness of her breasts, as each breath causes them to rise and fall, her black nipples hard and erect protrude from those white mounds like little black hills in a sea of white.
'Oh...'
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"It... ah... well..." I muse as I hug her tight, "Sitting up like this... it goes away after a while... That and the meds I'm taking... I can take a cold shower... later on... It would be rude to... leave a guest so... uh... unattended." 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
"Uh, how can you be a guest in my house?!.." she asks.
"Actually, that's all... a matter of perspective..." I verbally stumble, "I live a few houses down the way... so we're in the same community... so it's being a communal host..."
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Still trying to puzzle out your verbal puzzle, Linda just shakes her head, noticing you trying to free your leg.
'Here let me help.' And without warning she begins shifting her weight, hips gringing into you in a tight circle. 'There - I think you almost have it free.'
She give another quick rotation the opposite direction just to be sure. A devious twinkle playing in those green eyes. That vanishes in a second behind a look of concern.
'Are you sure your leg is okay... Your face, it looks like your under a lot of pressure.'
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"Actually... You're crushing my dongle... and my I-phone..." 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
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'Oh no!'spring up, Linda without warning jams her hand down into your pocket feeling around.
*Squeeze squeeze*
Her fact takes on an expression of confusion as she searches.
'Is that it, it's hard to tell...'
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Fortunately, dongles are really hard to break, but I-phones... not so much. Half of one comes out of the pocket as the battery pack falls onto the floor. The bends indicate that it was almost bent in half before finally snapping.
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'Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!' Linda's face is one of shocked horror as she looks at your destroyed phone. 'First you leg and now your phone - I'm so sorry!'
Then, as though realizing a detail of the importantance she grabs your pants and begins trying to rip them off of you.
'There will be broken glass in there - we need to get these off of you!'
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"It's a plastic touch screen. Don't worry about it. I mean, it's gonna set me back twenty dollars to replace that... Not that I can't afford it!" 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
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Of course, there is the bits of broken circuit board laying about and the other bits like very tiny screws in the pocket. Nothing life threatening, but still it could cause some skin damage.
Still struggling to remove your pants despite your assurances otherwise. 'It's like their stuck in something...' she begins to fumble with your button above the zipper. 'Maybe if -'
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*crunch*
"Welp. there goes the fortune cookie I was saving for later..."
*pop*
"Ah, the Twinkie!"
*splorp*
"Ack! I think that was the mustard packet! I should really stop carrying that stuff in my pants!"
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About to wrestle you pants off, LInda fixes her gaze first at your groin, and then back up at you, now a little concerned about what you keep in there. 'Just what do you...why...' She looks half bemused, half horrified.
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"Diabetes..." I sigh, "I'm supposed to carry sugar wafers for when my blood sugar gets low, but you know how much those things cost?"
After an awkward moment, I add, "So I keep odds and ends with me... free stuff I pick up during the day. Even the mustard has some sugar in it..."
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Shaking her head, Linda looks at you, locking her gaze with yours and then with a triumphant RIP pulls your pants away. 'There!' She declares as though she has just won a hard fought battle. 'And the shirt too. That has to go.'
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Flipping over, I suddenly gain great interest in the fibers of the carpeting.
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Now more confused than ever Linda just looks at you, then with dawning comprehension she let out a little 'Oh...' as she works to relive you of your shirt as well.
Before you can move there is a swish of air currents, the only warning you get before you feel her warm legs press against your sides. Oiled hands move to find your shoulders and begin to work.
'If you wanted me to work on you all you had to do was ask...'
And to get a better angle, Linda tucks her knees allowing her to transfer some of her weight to her booty as she sits upon you, kneading your back.
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"Well... I uh... hate to both such a pretty lady... about such seemingly... petty things..." 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
Still, the back flexes as you work it with your hands and a deep, deep sigh is heard.
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'Am I pushing to hard?'Linda asks, noting your grimace of discomfort. 'Here, roll over and I can work on your chest instead.'
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"Ohnonono!" I reply, "You're doing just great on my back muscles! I haven't felt... so loose back there... well, in years... thank you..."
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'You sure?' Linda protests, not quite sure what is going on but willing to let her suspicions slide for now. 'You arn't trying to hide anything are you? Let me guess you got a new tattoo?' she asks laughing, and gives your rump a playful smack.
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"Tattoo?" I muse, "Ah, if it was only something as not as embarr..." Pause as I suddenly shut up.
"It's not a..."
"It's not important!" I respond, "Really."
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'Really?' Linda's brow arches. 'Now your just playing with me. Now roll over!' She gives your side a hearty push, not serious enough to roll you over if you don't want to be, but enough to make her intention clear.
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I meep as I roll over.
"AH! Don't stare!" I moan as I cover my loins with both hands, "When I was younger, I wanted to impress the ladies so I got... an implant down... there... It's too big and I can't... Now I'm too embarrassed to let anyone see it!"
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Eyebrows going up into her brow, Linda gets a terrible smile on her face. 'Well with a story like that - you've got to let me see now!'
She half heartedly makes to pry your fingers way, hthe stops seeming to get a better idea.
'Well if you aren't going to show me...' she straddles your body, slowly bending down low to kiss you. 'Then I guess I'll just have to improvise.'
And with that she begins to lower herself down upon you. Soft fur brushing against your fingers, softer than baby corn silk.
'And so will you.'
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Putting my hands around her back just above her butt, I sigh, "You can probably do much better than a pathetic fool like me..."
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Eyebrow arching she looks at you in confusion for a moment. 'And what,' she says, slowly pushing herself down onto you, before giving her hips a playful wiggle. Knowing full well what the result will be. 'What if I am perfectly content with who is before me now?'
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"I would be... honored beyond belief," I sigh as I feel the enhanced tool coming up for a salute.
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And so does Linda, her eyes going wide. 'Oh my...' as you press against her. Slot rising as to not pin your tool, she positions herself like a diver ready to take the plunge. With your hands resting on her back she awakes your guiding touch.
'Then, let the fun begin.'
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At this point, I think the censors are about to have a cow, so we switch to a pleasant scene of birds, bees, honey nut cereal and the like.
((Wow, I'm used to writing explicit stuff, but I'm not entirely sure how DeviantArt looks upon it))
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Linda's ears perk up. 'Do you hear that? Are those birds?...'
((Not to worry, so far the powers that would be have not come down on me and those who have chosen to take a more, potent, story telling. I suspect the higher ups have not made an effort to find such things.))
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"I hope those aren't pigeons," I moan as my foot long rubs against you stomach.
You know, some women are actually frightened by such over-sized things, especially considering that they're wider than normal as well as longer too.
Sure a baby's head is bigger, but it really takes hours of time to widen the vagina compared to the few minutes a woman has to prepare to take a thicc cock.
"Ah..." I moan, "When I get too worked up... it hurts..."
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Linda taking a moment to examine the beast of a package you have been hiding is reminded by of several old idioms. 'Be careful what you wish for.' and 'TO much of a good thing.' Both come to mind. That and as you begin to go into birth and stretching of the vagina walls...
Swallowing she looks again at the monster.
Maybe with some lube...
But that was way back in the bathroom, and hearing the last part about you hurting makes the decision for her. Tensing Linda sets her face, and spreads her legs straddling you she plants one hand on your chest and reaches between her legs with the other. Her hand closing over your thicc cock, and biting her lower lip begins to guide you up to the tight slip between her legs.
The result is almost comical, if she were not serious about trying to take you. Bracing your head against her slip she slowly arches her back driving her hips downwards. To Linda's credit she makes it almost a solid inch, though her lips are struggling to open enough just to admit your head.
'Aaaah... AAaahhhh.... AAAAAAH!' Linda tries one, two, three times, to insert you inside her cavity, before she pauses her face screwed up in pain. 'It- it's no good - I...I'm just...I'm not wet enough... She looks at you sheepishly. Slowly sliding down and sitting on your cock like a plank between her legs. 'But maybe if you were to... she gives her hips a little wiggle. 'Play with me a little more...'
So many ways too...
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I realize that another tool is called fingers, so I slip two of them up into Linda's vagina to work her tight little birth canal. Perhaps with a little finger flexing, it might be easier to get Linda and her bits into a better mood. It doesn't take very long to slips a third finger in as well, almost making a cluster fuck.
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As you make your insertion Linda let's out a little gasp, her tail flicking once, twice , and a gain as you begin to probe her depths. Loving the attention you are giving her, Linda easeus herself herself into a better angle to let your fingers work their magic.
As you slip a third in Linda's sides contract around you and she inhales sharply. Her own instinctively snatching out to grasp your wrist halting your penetration.
For a second she just holds you, as though debating. Then her grip begins to slacken, and with a gentle guiding force she let's you slip the third finger into her tight folds. Her tail going crazy as you push into her, dancing around her butt like it is trying to escape.
Linda's face tightening, her eyes closed and mouth open as she let's out a strained. 'OOoooooooohhhh...'
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Continuing my handiwork, I use my fingers to tease Linda and get her muscles to loosen.
"Feeling more at ease?" I ask.
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Still struggling a bit with the third finger, Linda manages a little nod - though her face is more of one trying to hold back just how good it feels to have your fingers working her over.
Biting her lip she, let's out a little moan. 'Mmmmhhh...mh! Much - much more.'
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I work in the last finger (but not the thumb) getting my hand in to the crook where the thumb and palm meet. Now it's in deep enough to really work the vagina and seek out the G-spot in the process.
"I can tell you're getting more at ease," I purr.
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If by at ease you mean mouth stretching in an 'O' as Linda's black lower lip trembles. Never having having taken so many fingers before, or had them wedged so deeply within her.
Vaginal walls clamping down around your hand, her whole body gives a little shiver as your thumb comes to rest on a very sensitive little nub just above her slit. This is enough to shake Linda out of her silent stupor and emits a sharp yelp of pleasure as her walls again close tight around your probing fingers.
Already her inner walls have begun to weep, as her body makes to lube the massive protrusion inside her. The sticky fluids seeping between your fingers, warm and wet.
Moaning Linda's only response is to grip your chest while biting her lip.
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"I think it's going according to plan," I muse as I keep wiggling the fingers and seeking to push on the G-spot.
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As your hand goes deeper still, Linda's expression stretches until your fingers brush up against a small nub of soft flesh just at fingers reach. Linda's reaction could not be more profound, her whole body seems to jerk as though she has just been struck by lightning! Letting out a gasp Linda's vaginal walls slam closed round your hand, squeezing you like a tight glove while Linda emits a sharp gasp her head rearing back.
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I deduce that I've hit the sweet spot as I focus my fingertips on that one spot. Linda's juices flow freely around my hand as they empty out onto her inner thighs.
"Oh yeah," I moan, "I think that's working."
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'GguuuUUUUHHHhhhh!' Linda agrees, her inner walls still trying their best crush your hand while her mouth opened and closed in a series of short gasps. Her tail seems to go while every time you make contact, and, if it had a voice the little black and white bit of fluff would be screaming 'G!'
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