Turning the World Around

Pleasant dreams become pleasant reality as I'm nudged awake by the cock pressing deliciously into my cunt. I open my eyes. It's bright, painfully so. Far above my head, several kayems at least, the sunstrand has already waxed by a third. I thank Auto I passed my seventieth hundred long ago and can sleep in a little without a scolding--as long as I'm pulling my weight in the polly.

Bringing up a hand to shade my face against the sunstrand's light, I tilt my head to see who's gracing me with his manhood. It's one of the twins, Liam or Will. I can never tell the two of them apart. Large male hands fall upon both my bubs, pinching the nipples. Will, then. He's the one obsessed with girls' bubs. He sees me looking at him and ceases his thrusts.

"Oy, Marissa. I hope you don't mind. I was here to repair the partition"--his shaggy head gestures towards his utilities and tools lying in a heap near the portal--"and I saw you sleeping there, looking so premium, and I couldn't help it. You awakened me."

"And now you've awakened me," I grumble. "Well, go on then. Make me release, and all is forgiven."

"Aye." He thrusts again to the root, filling my inner passage. I can't maintain my irritation for long. He has a distinctive bump along the top of his shaft that rubs against my walls in just the right way. Soon I'm squirming in pleasure. Will's hands have returned to my bubs, cupping them, holding them steady as the rest of my torso shifts against the bed. I close my eyes and bask in the glow of my growing satisfaction.

But there is one problem. My eyes snap back open. I can feel it in my cunt--the final stiffening, the twitching, the telltale signs of imminent release--and I'm nowhere near my own! This will not do at all!

"Auto!" I groan. "Keep Will from releasing before I do!"

"I'm sure you know, Marissa, that I can't interfere in that way," says Auto. "However, I can offer some advice to Will that may allow him to prolong his time to climax. He might engage in an intellectual exercise, like trying to remember the prime numbers up to a hundred. Alternatively, he can slow his thrusts into your cunt, though I realize that could be counterproductive if the purpose is for you to achieve your climax first. Perhaps you or Will could offset the loss of stimulation by stroking the mammaries or clitoris. There are several effective techniques proven--"

I doubt Will is listening to a word that Auto is saying, but the steady background recitation has managed to dull his ardor somewhat, long enough for me to peak first. The sensation moves like rippling water, starting deep in my lower core before lapping my entire body in bliss. My muscles spasm. My belly jerks upward. I scream, loud enough to awaken anyone in the polly who has the audacity to oversleep even longer than me. A searing white overtakes my vision, brighter than the sunstrand at full waxing.

And I squirt, a lot. Even with Will's cock plugging my cunt, both our crotches--and the bedsheets beneath me--are instantly inundated. My friends, Serena and Helen, have always teased me about my excessive emissions, but what's a girl to do? I can only pity the one on laundry duty today. I hope to Auto it isn't me!

In the middle of my climax, Will grunts and releases his sperm. I feel as though I can sense the little creatures stumbling down my passage in a crowded mass, desperately seeking their greater purpose, their only purpose. Well, they won't find their meaning in me! I expect the patch on my hip to remain for several hundreds yet.

I come down from my ecstatic high, and realize Auto is still proffering his advice. "Auto, you may stop," I order. "I've achieved my release."

"Very well, Marissa. I'm glad I was able to help."

Will pulls himself out of my cunt, releasing another gush of fluids onto the bedsheets. He shoots me a boyish grin, the one he and his twin have spent years perfecting, the one that's supposed to make bubs tingle and thighs grow slick and unsteady. I prefer to think I've established some immunity, having been around them at least ten hundreds now. "I forgive you," I say with a dismissive gesture. "You can return to your repairs."

His grin grows wider. "Aye, aye, Marissa." Will cleans his cock off in the nearby refresher sink, then straps his utilities back on and picks up his tools. Meanwhile, I stumble to my feet and head through the portal, eyes still a little bleary.

I need a shower badly--to remove the smell of sex and wipe away the last traces of sleep and prepare me for the day ahead. Before doing that, though, I decide it's time for the sacred prompt. I can't delay any longer.

"Auto," I say, "what should I do?"