Sarah's Post-Shower Blowjob

I sat in the bathroom naked for another minute, leaning against the cold wall, trying to process the sheer audacity and overwhelming success of what had just happened. Sarah—my cousin, one of the coolest girls in school—had just been reduced to a gasping, willing sex ****. And then returned to her normal self like nothing happened.

​Great. Now I was hard again.

I grabbed my clothes on the floor, stumbled out of the bathroom and headed to my room to change. I still needed a moment to collect myself. The adrenaline was still pumping, but the dominant emotion was triumphant joy. The ability worked. Perfectly. And that was the best possible way to lose my v-card. Fuck yes.

However, something was still missing. Why hadn't Max come to tell me the tutorial was over? Why was there nothing on the Wish-Interfrace? Was the tutorial still ongoing?

​As I rounded the corner into the hallway, I saw Sarah walking toward the guest room—the room she usually slept in when she stayed over. She was wearing the fresh clothes I’d gotten for her: a simple oversized t-shirt and shorts. She looked completely casual, scrolling on her phone.

​Right. The shower routine. A fresh jolt of excitement hitting me as I remembered my earlier trigger - which meant post-shower blowjob. And now was post-shower!

​I watched as Sarah opened the guest room door. She paused on the threshold, then slowly, hesitantly, closed the door again. Her hand dropped from the knob, and she stared blankly at the wood paneling for a moment.

​Then, her eyes took on that familiar, intense focus. Her sassy expression didn't vanish entirely, but it was overlaid with a strange look of compulsive need. Her body seemed to vibrate with a sudden, uncontrollable craving.

​She didn't need a trigger word this time around; this was the automatic, ingrained response to the environmental trigger I had just installed: After shower, find me, give me a fucking good blowjob.

​She turned away from the guest room door and scanned the hallway, her eyes landing on me, standing near my room entrance. A massive, possessive grin spread across her face - not creepy and weird, but full of hot sexual anticipation.

​“There you are,” she grinned, dropping her phone onto the hallway console without a second thought. She started walking toward me, her stride slow and deliberate, radiating focus. “I suddenly have this insane, overwhelming urge, Ward. You know, since I just got out of the shower and everything. And it involves my mouth wrapped around your hard cock.”

​She didn’t question it. To her, this was now as necessary and routine as brushing her teeth. I hoped she brushed her teeth - it would be a bit of a turn-off if she didn't.

​“You’re looking for me?” I asked, leaning against the doorway, playing the part of her confused, unknowing cousin.

​“Duh,” Sarah purred, stopping right in front of me, her eyes already dropping my now hard cock. She reached out, her fingers wrapping possessively around my hip bones. "It’s been a long day, and I need to relax. And honestly, there’s nothing more relaxing than servicing my... favourite cousin."

​She pulled my hand, urging me to move. “Come on, idiot. Let’s go somewhere comfortable. The guest room’s better, but yours is closer right now.” Without further ado, she pushed the door open and pulled me inside. When she saw my bed, she practically dragged me toward it.

​As soon as we reached the side of the bed, she pushed me onto the edge of the mattress. I didn't resist. Why would I? This was fucking hot. And also exactly what I wanted. She stood directly between my knees, her eyes fixed on my cock, her own hands already busy pulling down the shorts she’d just put on, tossing them aside along with her underwear. She was naked again, faster and more eager than before.

​“I hate having to wait after I shower,” she muttered, more to herself than to me, as if this was an actual, annoying biological need.

​She lowered herself to her knees, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She looked up at me for a single, intense moment, a mix of the aggressive, confident Sarah and the completely devoted ****.

​“Open up, Ward,” she whispered, her voice husky and impatient. “I need to taste you.”

​The command was successful. She was down on her knees, naked and waiting, driven purely by the routine I had installed less than ten minutes ago. It was like something straight out of a low-budget porn fanfiction.

​I was ready to receive the enthusiastic attention of my cousin. ​She took me deep, her mouth enveloping me with a shocking aggression. Her technique was practiced and demanding, driven by the programmed need to give me the "best blowjob of her life." The pleasure was instantaneous, hot, and overwhelming.

​I gripped her damp blonde hair, gently guiding the frantic pace. "Good girl," I smirked as her head bobbed up and down. She paused her hungry sucking, lifting her head to flash me a predatory smirk, a dangerous look in her eyes. “Damn right I am,” she muffled, before plunging back down, working me harder.

​Suddenly, I had an idea. I pulled her head sharply, making her mouth release me with a wet pop. She looked at me, her eyes glazed with frustrated hunger.

​"Wait," I said, my voice a bit shaky. "I need you to use your tits first. Lie back."

​She obeyed instantly, falling backward onto the thick comforter. She propped herself up on her elbows, her beautiful, full breasts jutting forward in perfect display, her nipples already hard. She looked like a willing sacrifice. Sacrificing her tits to her new god. Poetry.

​I leaned forward, straddling her waist, bringing my erection down between her spectacular cleavage. The sensation of my length sliding between her warm, soft breasts was absolutely incredible.

​I took her head in my hands and guided her lips down onto the tip of my cock peeking through her giant milkers. "You need this, don't you, Sarah? You need to use your body to make me feel good."

​Sarah stopped licking the tip for a moment. "I do," she whispered, her voice husky. "I know I do."

​I continued thrusting, using her breasts like a vice, plunging hard and fast against her cleavage. Her breasts jiggled wildly with every powerful stroke. She moaned loud, guttural sounds, instinctively wrapping her arms around me, holding my waist tight as I pounded away.

​After a few frantic strokes, I guided her face back down. "Finish it, Sarah. Take it."

​She didn't hesitate. She grabbed my cock and guided it back into her mouth, continuing the aggressive, relentless blowjob while my balls were still pressed tightly against her chest. The combination was too much—the intense, hungry suction mixed with the memory of her soft tits was a final, shattering blow to my cock.

​I leaned back, gripping the headboard as I exploded into her mouth. Wave after wave of thick cum poured out of me. She swallowed every drop, her throat working constantly, her eyes squeezed shut, absorbing every tremor with a guttural, satisfied noise.

​And she held me there until the last shuddering drop had been swallowed. Best. Cousin. Ever.

​She finally pulled away, her face glistening with specks of cum that had escaped. The look of frantic need dissolved instantly, replaced by that familiar, deeply satisfied look of the Sarah I knew and now definitely loved. To make it even better, she licked the little remainders of cum on her face.

​"Well," she said, her voice somehow sexy and yet completely casual, as she stood up and quickly pulled on her shorts. "That was definitely necessary. God, I feel so much better when that's done. It tasted great, by the way. Share the recipe some more next time."

​She shot me a playful, self-satisfied wink. "You really needed that too, you big perv. Good thing I was here to take care of it, or you would have been useless all day. See you later, Ward."

Well, even though I had basically corrupted her into a sex ****, she still got that I was a huge pervert. So all in all, nothing much changed except her willingness to suck my dick. This ability was overpowered. I could do so many things with this. The potential, the POWER, THE MONUMENTAL FUCKING SEX-

Message from #MaxDMagnificentGoat

Hey, nice job, Ward! You completed the tutorial!

Dude! Don't jumpscare me when I'm making a horny sex monologue!