Living Dolls Pt. 42.04

Living Dolls 42.4

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We all were back at the club house, well not ALL of us had returned to the club house as Alan had excused himself to deal with 'family matters' which only I knew what that meant.

Not that his absence was entirely missed by the gaggle of sultry gorgeous buxom women as they cackled to one another not caring what the rest of surrounding people thought of them.

It was very obvious that the ONLY person that cared about Alan was Megan and that was only barely how she talked about him as the ONLY redeeming quality about Alan, aside from his FAT bank account, was his cock and stamina..... that and his 'connections'.

After his exit to attend to family matters and the girls asking Megan 'Why' she would be anything to and I quote 'a wrinkly old fart who could be her great grandfather' in which Megan defended her decision by showing the 'ladies' a naked picture of Alan naked. And while, yes, for a 71 year old who I thought looked like he barely exited his 50's as I was right on the money about his physique as the picture showed a very lean man with enough relaxed muscle you could have sworn the man was flexing. As part of the evidence that nearly shut up all the naysayers was the equally impressive longhorn between the man's legs.

I was semi curious of the 'evidence' until I saw it was a NUDE photo of the man that I was seriously contemplating washing my eyes with bleach.

Thankfully I didn't need to see any other evidence as to 'WHY' Megan was Alan's mistress as she had a few close ups of the man's johnson.... and a few videos of its performance on her.

That pretty much summed up and cleared Megan's judgement before they moved on.

Up next under scrutiny of the gaggle of the lusty women was Tasha and the endowment on her chest, which I was FULLY intrigued by because the woman's breasts were MASSIVE!

Tasha laughed and reminded the girls, as she admitted was the nineteenth time reminding them, she suffers from gigantomastia which nearly all of them laughed and a few, mainly Gale, wished she had that problem.

Seeing how Sophia and myself were unfamiliar with the term Tasha was kind enough to explain what gigantomastia was. Apparently, most women undergo a form of gigantomastia during puberty, the process is called hypertrophy, which is where juvenile girls experience rapid breast growth that can either be a singular event OR continue growing as they mature depending on hormones and other factors.

Gigantomastia is, put simply, the CONTINUED growth causing abnormal and rather exceeding growth to the breast tissue, usually caused by pregnancy and/or significant hormonal changes.

Tasha admitted she's considered doing a reduction but her viewers is too large to give up the paycheck so to combat her large assets she has to do specialized work outs and stretches to help keep her breasts firm.... and strengthen her back and shoulders for her boulders.

Between the specialized exercises, and a frequent almost daily visit to a chiropractor her boulders aren't as life threatening to her health. Her ONLY bitch, aside from going to the doctors, chiropractor and exercise, was having to find cute bras that didn't cost her an arm and a leg.

She smiled, "Luckily, I've started a company for women with gigantomastia or similar issues being big breasted where we make cute but sturdy bras for a reasonable price." She shrugged, still smiling proudly, "It's no Fredericks or Victoria's Secret but we manage."

Gale smirked, "Says the girl who's worth.... what? $350 mil?"

Tasha smiled, "That's my company. Not me." She shrugged, "I still have to make a living like anyone else."

Katrina laughed, "Says the model of her own company."

Tasha shrugged, "Hey, if I can't model my own product who will?"

Katrina sarcastically answered, "Huh, maybe a REAL model!"

Tasha instantly flipped off Katrina as she spoke, "Fuck you too bitch!"

Katrina leaned forward smiling evilly, "Just name the time." She opened her mouth and did a 'trick' with her tongue that made it look like her tongue was water and moved like waves were slapping a beach. After her little display she cooed with a shit eating grin, "I'll be glad to turn you into a puddle of goo any day of the week."

Tasha turned crimson but managed to roll her eyes yet was still smiling.

I, or course, had to ask the stupid question asking her breast size which she playfully smiled and proudly answered 36J.

When I heard 'J' I think my brain misfired and my jaw smacked the table hard enough to crack it while Sophia blinked in sheer amazement.

Then after that the conversation instantly turned to me as Tasha spoke, "So, Reece, what brings you to Vegas?"

I blinked a few times realizing the conversation had switched to me. Then I had to rewind in my brain to register the question.... and realign my jaw as I picked it up off the ground. I shrugged trying to remain calm as all eyes were on me, "Just came here to the stereotypical 21st bash. Drink and gamble for the first time."

Tasha nodded before moving on, "And what do you do for work?"

I sighed, "I'm recently unemployed," I shrugged, "I 'was' working working for Nozama doing shipping and inventory," I looked at Sophia sitting next to me for a moment before returning my attention to the gaggle of Aphrodities and shrugged, "but recent events forced me to quit," I looked at Sophia and smiled, "and save a friend's job."

Sophia naturally blushed and looked down to avoid eye contact with me though I saw she was warmly smiling.

I watched momentarily before returning my attention to the gaggle, mainly Tasha, "So yeah, jobless at the moment."

Tasha took a sip of her drink, smirking before speaking, "So now that you're free what do you plan on doing to finance yourself?" She chuckled, "I doubt it'll be the next card shark of Vegas."

The Huh now?

I blinked, showing my confusion, "I don't know what that means."

Tasha, along with the others (except Sophia), lightly laughed at my ignorance making me feel completely dumb.

And THAT pissed me OFF!!!

I couldn't help my expression as I squinted at Tasha, and the others, before Tasha smirked, "It means trying to take the house aka Vegas of their money."

Oh!

Should have figured.

Still I was irritated but kept my cool, somewhat, as I spoke, "No."

Tasha smiled, "So what are you going to do then?"

Eva spoke, "Relax, Reece, we're just trying to 'help' find you work that we," she circled her finger round the table indicating to them, "might be able to 'assist' in finding work."

Katrina nodded, "We EACH have a business that we're always looking for employees."

Gale spoke, "I think Reece already has a few ideas lined up," she looked at me, "Isn't that right, Reece?"

I looked at Gale semi thankful she FINALLY came to my defense.

I looked around the table and finally looked at Tasha as I spoke, "I may have some fires in the pit," I shrugged, "Just waiting on some things to line up."

Tasha smiled, seeming happy, "Like what for instance?"

I sighed as I honestly didn't know.

I mean, I could try my hand at becoming an entrepreneur.... but in what?

I knew I couldn't use ANY of my magical items to become an entrepreneur as that would put a spotlight on me that I did not want. Plus I have NO IDEA what the person or entity that sent me my gifts would do to me IF I used ANY of them to fatten my bank account.

And I sure as SHIT wasn't going to offer ANY of my gifts to ANY of these women, especially Tasha now that I knew she was an entrepreneur in women's fashion, aka bras and panties. One look of those in her hands might spell doom for me.

I was already pushing my luck 'gifting' a cloned willy to Gale knowing she has worked in the porn industry. One phone call with her 'gift' would set the female dildo industry on fire with my 'gift' in their hands trying to recreate it's magical properties. So I wasn't gifting another cloned willy to ANY of these women knowing they each might be entrepreneurs.

I sure as fuck couldn't tell them about my lotto win as that also would spell doom for me, especially how after Mr. E pounded into my head to NOT tell anyone about my scratcher winnings. Now I saw why after a few slips of the tongue on what THAT did.

So, knowing ALL that, how should I really answer this?

I KNOW....

I smirked as I shrugged, "I have an in with the police to network with some big wigs coming next month. I'm hoping that I might be able to secure a few contracts."

Yeah! That was vague enough to hopefully put Tasha and her ilk to not pry too much.

WRONG!

Tasha smirked, "Oooo, contracts." She leaned forward, "Doing what, pray tell?"

GOD DAMN IT!!!

Finally, Gale saved me as she spoke, "Leave Reece alone. I'm sure he's still figuring it out as he goes." She picked up her wine glass before adding, "We've ALL been there," she smirked, "including you when you were trying to figure out your bra idea and trying to find the right suppliers."

Tasha looked at Gale as Eva lightly laughed, "She's right, Tash, you WERE frantic those first few months if I remember right."

Tasha looked at Eva before sighing and turned her attention back to me with a smirk, "They're right," she nodded as an act of apology as she spoke, "I'm sorry, and they're right, I'm sure you will figure it out when the opportunity presents itself." She too picked up her wine glass and took a sip, "It's just finding it that's a bitch, and I wish you luck finding that spark."

FINALLY!!!

I looked at Gale and mouthed 'Thanks for the Save.'

Gale nodded once slightly as she sipped at her wine.

Just then a person walked up to the table that looked like they worked for the elite club and stopped near Tasha as he bowed slightly and spoke something to her softly.

Seeing how I was across the table the distance was enough to where my eyes didn't register so I was forced to read the name tag on his vest as it read 'Ryan'.

Tasha smiled almost evilly as she softly spoke to 'Ryan' before he stepped back and held his hands behind his back.

Tasha spoke looking at the other women round the table, "Well girls, I'm going to steal Reece here for a private," she looked at me licking her lips, "massage."

The moment she said that all the women, mainly Eva, Katrina and Megan gave her a sour look that resembled jealousy but not full jealousy that I'm accustomed to.

Sophia just blinked looking at Tasha as I also blinked at Tasha before I spoke, just to avoid a 'scene', "I'm good," I smiled at Tasha, "thanks anyways."

Tasha smiled at me, "Nonsense, I insist."

Gale spoke, "Don't worry, Reece, we'll keep Sophia entertained while you're gone."

I almost looked at Gale and wanted to say 'Are you IN on this?' but I looked at Sophia trying to reassure her, mainly her jealousy just to avoid it, "It's just a massage, I'll be fine."

Sophia, surprisingly did seem 'jealous' as she looked at me with a smile speaking, "I trust you."

Ooookkkkk......

This is weird.

I looked at Sophia for a moment longer trying to read her face but between her blushing and her weird smirk I thought, 'Ok, maybe the 'enhancements' changed her to where she won't be jealous anymore' before nodding as I spoke, "Alright."

I got up about to tell Tasha to 'Let's go!' before Sophia quickly grabbed my forearm and tug forcing me to lean down as Sophia whispered, "I TRUST you to fuck her stupid. You BETTER tell me ALL the details later."

I straightened looking at her as I instantly thought 'Who the HELL are you?' as I DEFINITELY wasn't accustomed to THIS Sophia.

Ooookkkk.....

I almost wanted to say something but Sophia looked at 'Ryan' and spoke, "Actually, where is the bathroom?"

'Ryan' smiled, being pleasant as he spoke, "I will show you the way as I escort Ms. Rogers to the massage studio for her appointment," he stepped aside holding out his hand to all three of us, "If you please follow me."

I shrugged internally not really thinking twice about Sophia's sudden need to be shown the bathroom as she hadn't used the bathroom since we left the hotel. Though I did kind of find it 'odd' she would choose now for the bathroom. Just like I found it 'odd' she needed to be shown where the bathroom was located when pretty much EVERY establishment I have ever been to the bathroom was usually easy to locate but whatever.

I filed the oddities as pointless questions and stood as Tasha, Sophia, and myself followed Ryan through the whatever you wanted to call the area we were sitting in as I wasn't sure to call it the waiting area, the relaxation area, the drinking area, or the dining area as the 'area' in question served all purposes so I just went with 'relaxation area' in my mind.

We followed Ryan out of the 'relaxation area' down a hall towards the left as Ryan pointed out the 'women's changing area' noting to Sophia she could find the bathroom there.

Sophia broke from our little group as Ryan led us upstairs and down another hall before opening a door on the left about four or five doors from the stairs.

Ryan smiled as he waited by the open door, "This is where your scheduled massage is located. Please enjoy yourselves.

Tasha smiled at Ryan, "Thank you." As she walked into the room while I walked up to Ryan and my eyes went off.

Name: Ryan Phelps

Age: 22

DOB: May 20, 20XX (Taurus)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Optimistic/Go Getter/Determined

Attraction Level: 0%

Wealth: $9,120.55

I smiled at 'Ryan' and simply spoke, "Thanks," before walking into the room as Ryan closed the door behind us.

The moment we stepped in it felt like I was walking into a sauna as the room was blistering hot and could already feel my body glistening in sweat.

I also instantly smelled incense burning and heard soft waves crashing coming from a speaker or two in the room.

The windows were open as we looked out towards the greens of the golf course and some open buildings in the background facing, I think, the west of Vegas or was it the north west of Vegas.

Whatever, I couldn't see the strip so whatever side of Vegas that wasn't facing the strip, that's all I knew and the direction was a simple guess.

In the middle of the room I saw two massage tables already set up ready for us.

The room seemed welcoming and was meant to 'suck' any frustration out of anyone.

I was looking around and obviously 'missed' the people standing against the wall as we entered idly prepping for the massage as they lightly talked to each other but went silent the moment we walked in.

A man stepped forward and my eyes went off.

Name: Ronald Wells

Age: 37

DOB: Oct 11, 20XX

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Relationship Status: Married (Valerie Wells)

Personality: Adaptable/Caring/Kind

Attraction Level: 50%

Wealth: $55,297.33

He spoke with a smile towards Tasha, "If you please miss, I'll be your masseuse for your time slot."

Tasha flatly looked at 'Ronald' as she put her hands on her hips, "I requested a PRIVATE couples massage meaning MYSELF and my GUEST would be enjoying the room."

Ronald coughed, "I'm sorry ma'am," he spoke a little perplexed, "I was uninformed that you wanted the room to be private. I was told you just wanted a couples massage."

The woman stepped up as she butted in, "Clearly, this was a clerical mistake." She walked up to Ronald as my eyes went off.

Name: Valerie Wells

Age: 35

DOB: Aug 13, 20XX

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Gender: Female

Orientation: Straight

Relationship Status: Married (Ronald Wells)

Personality: Gracious/Humorous/Logical

Attraction: 10%

Wealth: $59,601.44

Valerie grabbed Ronald by the arm as she silently spoke, "Let her have the room, we've already been paid."

Valerie smiled at Tasha, "Please allow us to leave you two lovebirds alone so you may enjoy the solitude." She pulled Ronald behind her, which didn't take much convincing after her statement.

As they were leaving Tasha spoke, "Please leave the massage oils around your waists."

Both Valerie and Ronald looked at their waists as Ronald was semi confused for half a second as Valerie smiled, "Of course," as she was already tugging her waistband with her oils off her waist and gingerly set it down before Ronald followed suit as he removed his belt with the massage oils and set it down with his wife's belt. Then they quickly exited.

Before the door closed Valerie spoke, "Remember the room is slated for two hours."

With that she closed the door.

I rose my eyebrow, not sure what to think as Tasha folded her arms, smirking at me, "So how well are your hands?"

Huh?

I momentarily looked at the belts with the oil before 1 and 1 clicked in my head as I stupidly spoke, "You want," I pointed to myself, "ME to massage," I pointed to her, "YOU?"

Tasha chuckled, again making me feel moronic that I had to ask something so stupid that it needed confirmation, for a moment. Again with her evil smirk she spoke, "Yes," then she shrugged, "after which I'll massage you."

Tasha walked over to the discarded belts that Ronald and Valerie left behind as she bent down making sure her ass was in CLEAR view and stopping to look back to make her ass was being appreciated, which it was.

Tasha smiled seeing her little plan was working before standing back up holding both discarded belts and walked towards the tables as she set the belts down.

Tasha smirked at me, "Shall we flip a coin to see who goes first?"

I kind of blushed before Tasha made her decision as she tossed the belt towards me, "Here."

I caught the belt, if only barely, already figuring that more than likely I would have to massage first.

I sighed as I strapped the belt around my waist but stopped half way as Tasha laughed making me think that I was already fucking up some how. Tasha smiled, "You can put the belt on AFTER you strip honey," she waved around, "I don't know about you but it's hotter than satan's taint in here."

With her statement she started hiking up her polo dress that was now clinging to her body as her milky thighs slowly got exposed, then her wide hips. Her frilly panties were next as the polo dress raised revealing they were in deed thongs.

The tug up revealing her toned and small abdomen was easy before the real fight as she 'stretched' the material of the polo dress material trying to 'peel' it off her larger than life boulders.

As soon as she pulled the material off her breasts is when she took off her visor and removed it as the polo dress slipped off her head.

As she stood there I saw she was wearing a unique corset bra combo that somehow held up her larger than shit breasts.

I 'tried' to not look stupid as my eyes bulged almost cartoon style, at least Tasha appreciated the obvious compliment as she giggled getting my attention with her hands on her hips she huskily spoke, "Am I the only one getting naked?"

I awkwardly chuckled feeling my face heat up as I spoke, "Sorry."

I set the belt and bottle harness down by simply dropping it as I reached down and unbuttoned my pants and zipper as I kicked off my loafers like nothing. Then I reached under the shirt and began peeling the material off my damp skin as the shirt came over my head.

I dropped the shirt to the side seeing Tasha was obviously enjoying my toned muscular body as she looked up and down doing that seductive bite that every girl knows how to do.

With the shirt off, I reached down and tugged my pants down and stepped out of them kicking them to the side as I now stood in boxers.

Tasha smirked and cooed, "Interesting," as she hooked her fingers towards me, "Come here and lay down."

I walked forward as I spoke confused, "I thought I was massaging you."

She, again, bit her lip as I approached the table and huskily answered, "I've changed my mind," as she lightly slapped the table, "Come lay flat."

I shrugged semi happy I didn't have to massage first and hiked my leg up ready to lay down on the massage table until Tasha pouted towards me, "What, not losing the boxers?"

I looked down and again awkwardly chuckled, "Sorry."

When a pretty girl asks you to take something off, you don't argue.

Besides, I kind of saw where this was going.

I reached down and tugged at the elastic band down before bending down and releasing my soldier to the world as I stood back up and heard Tasha mutter under her breath, "Oh my!"

Again, I hiked my leg up and laid face down not really caring if I was pinning my hard on or not.

I lifted and turned my torso slightly as Tasha was biting her lip again, almost drooling as I spoke, "Sorry, did you want me face down or face up to begin with?"

Tasha blinked, confirming that girls can too get distracted before shaking her head and blinked as she dumbly grunted, "Uh?" Then equally just as face shakes her head, blink again and blush before awkwardly laughing, "Sorry," she cleared her throat, "Face down is fine for now."

I nodded as I laid back down on my stomach with my head in the head pillow of the massage table as I looked down at the ground silently waiting for Tasha to start.

While I laid down and my face was in the donut pillow it allowed me to see the ground.... and Tasha's feet showed me she was simply standing there next to me.

I almost wanted to say something like 'Uhhhh are we starting or what?' before I saw a small corset land on the ground at her feet.

Ummmm....

Next was the HUGE cupped bra that landed on top of the corset before the frilly thong rolled down around her ankles.

As each item dropped around her feet my eyes bulged more and more as I was seriously conflicted.

I was conflicted because I had missed the 'show' of Tasha releasing her gravity orbs to the world and I had missed it.

But the little show seeing the clothing hit the ground was also it's own show allowing my imagination to run wild..... and made my erection THROB.

I don't know how long I waited for Tasha to start her agreed upon portion of the 'couples' massage but it was long enough to where I felt like a river of sweat was leaking out of my ass crack but with my body glistening in sweat I doubt anyone would notice.

Finally after who knows how long I felt Tasha pour something warm on my back to felt like oil, probably oil from the masseuse's belt. Then I felt Tasha's hands on my back as she slowly spread the oil all over my back.

Then she spread oil all over my arms, then my legs.

I may have flinched when she spread oil over my ass cheeks as she playfully spanked my ass as I heard her chuckle.

With the oil spread efficiently is when she started her 'massage' on my back as I groaned feeling her thumbs dig into my back's muscles.

I enjoyed it so much I felt my eyes flutter as I groaned "Oh Yeah!".

Then I guess I kind of fell asleep as she massaged my back before waking up feeling her hands massage my legs as one of her hands slipped and gingerly played with my balls that almost made me reflexively twist and turn cause it tickled.

I will admit Tasha was actually kind of through of her massage as she actually did massage my back and everything to when she told me to flip over I felt like jello and it took an extra minute or two for my body to respond.

I rolled over and was greeted to a pleasant view of Tasha's naked body and 'tried' to not ogle her surprisingly large breasts as I got more than an eye full to see some key features of said MEGA breasts.

One, they were surprisingly..... not perky. Firm? Muscular?

Whatever the word I was looking for, her breasts weren't hanging nearly as much as I thought they would be for being J's.

I was sort of expecting for them to be that large they would be hanging so much that her nipples would be pointing towards the ground.

Far from that as her nipples were 'almost' pointing straight meaning there HAD to be some firmness or at least enough perkiness judging by how her nipples were 'almost' at the perfect 90 degree angle.

It's possible with all her stretching and exercises that she admitted to, she found that right mixture to where her breasts wasn't 100% fat and was some weird hybrid mixture giving that her breasts 'looked' so firm.

Another thing that was blatantly obvious her breasts were definitely ROUND and not sagging or at least not sagging A LOT, if any sagging was happening it was minimal from the looks of it.

Maybe she had some plastic surgery to 'lift' her breasts so they weren't sagging by how much I was thinking J sized breasts would be.

Still blows my mind there was such a thing as J as I thought the cup stopped at DDD or E but clearly I was wrong in my assumption.

The next thing that was blatantly obvious was the her 'gigantomastia' also transferred into EVERY part of her breasts as her areoles were significantly larger than I was expecting but not OVERLY large as the areole took up maybe 25% of the front of her front facing breast, or whatever the front of the breast is called, maybe quadrant is apt.

The OTHER thing was her nipple that her gigantomastia transferred to as her nipples were also quite LARGE as they were fat and long.

I almost wanted to bring up my thumb and use that as a measurement because the nipple looked a little bit longer than my thumb from tip to the first knuckle and was probably as fat.

Is it bad I couldn't stop thinking about the tip of an eraser?

Maybe that's how the term eraser nipples came into fruition was because of this. Her nipples were so fat and long that the front or tip was surprisingly flat like the tip of an eraser would be. Maybe after being pressed for so long it was possible that the tip of the nipple just sort of flattened out because of that constant pressing against material.

Another thing that was kind of surprising to me at least was the simple fact that for someone with MASSIVE mammaries there weren't nearly as many ripples or stretch marks for how fast Tasha admitted her breasts had grown. And there definitely weren't any clear veins that could be seen.

One thing was for sure.... I was DEFINITELY fighting back being a smartass and was biting my lip refraining from saying something stupid..... like miming a baby and cooing 'MA MA' as I pawed for her massive mammaries like a baby would.

I refrained from doing it, doesn't mean I didn't refrain from THINKING it.

And I did 'try' to not ogle too much but no grown man can pass that test even if their lives were at risk. I failed almost horribly as my eyes bulged and didn't help myself from speaking "WOAH!"

I guess Tasha didn't hear me and didn't know or didn't care that I was indeed ogling her goods as they were pretty much almost in my face as she was standing almost literally over me so when I turned over they were pretty much right in my face.

I don't think she cared that I was ogling her goods because she was equally ogling 'something' on me. Though her cans were basically right at eye level hovering over me to 'inspect' and didn't hear my little proclamation before I heard her 'proclamation' as she half moaned, "Oh my!"

I watched as Tasha cleared her throat and 'remembered' what she was doing as she looked down with an evil smirk, granted she had to bend down to get her massive mammaries out of my face and probably take a step back to actually look me in the face but she still did it smiling her evil smirk as she cooed, "I may have to climb up to properly massage you, is that ok?"

I watched as she playfully bit her lip looking at me with her eyes unfocused, probably imagining what my 'friend' was going to do to her or what SHE was going to do to my 'friend'.

I played it cool as I smiled, "Sure, that's fine."

Tasha smiled as she nodded before she stood back up and had her 'gifts' back over my face as I watched her literally POUR said oil over my chest and stomach as she 'leaned' forward and smothered my ass with her bazooka's.

Not that I minded being smothered in this fashion but it was sort of like taking a toddler to a strip club as the said toddler tries to decide which milk factory to latch onto.

I had the same problem with the age ole dilemma, do I choose the right or the left nipple to 'latch' onto?

Do I nibble on the eraser sized nipple? Or do I make the eraser nipple my personal joystick with my tongue?

I felt Tasha rub the oils along my chest and arms before she 'helped' herself and climbed onto the table and she continued 'rubbing' the oil on my stomach. She continued climbing onto the table and leaned down pressing her massive mammaries onto my stomach and put her labia lips almost directly into my face.

She didn't coo or anything as she grasped my dick with her oily hands and proceeded to cup my balls with her other. The only thing she did was wiggle her ass and her labia directly in my face hoping to get her 'hint' across she wanted the same reciprocation she was about to bestow upon me.

To ENFORCE that 'hint' she gently kissed my tip and SLOWLY dragged her tongue along the tip while still wiggling said ass and labia in my face.

The ONLY thing she DIDN'T do was hang a mistletoe above her ass in her obvious 'hint'.

The reason I kind of faltered on taking immediate action on Tasha's labia was I was kind of marveling at the scene in front of me.

I wasn't marveling because it was disgusting or anything like that.

What I was marveling at was the fact with her labia basically directly in my face to where my breathing could possibly tickle her lips as I noticed a few things about her labia.

One, it was shaven. Not that was anything new to me as I was now accustomed to seeing shaven pussies so that wasn't what made me marvel.

Two, it was nice and plump. Again something I had seen on a few of the girls thus far. So no, it wasn't what made me marvel.

Three, it was a nice beautiful innie pussy. Most, if not ALL, of the pussies thus far were innie pussies.

No, what made me marvel and slightly question at the sight I was seeing was the moist and possibly spongy erect object directly sticking out of the plump innie labia.

Was that her clit?

I had NEVER seen something like this.

I was marveling BECAUSE of that one simple detail about Tasha's anatomy.

And I'm not talking like a 'slight' stick out of her plump labia where I only saw this small nub.

NOOOOOO.... it was significant. Like a good inch, give or take a few millimeters, stick out of Tasha's plump lips.

I was probably exaggerating the actual length but, like I said, it was significant.

I was semi confused on what I was looking at and was trying to determine if it was a factor that turned me off or not.

I shrugged internally and lifted my head to 'test' my theory on 'what' the object was.

I rose my head and lightly kissed Tasha's lips causing her to coo and stop wiggling her ass in my face as she reciprocated the 'kiss' to her lips by kissing my tip.

I moved my arms causing Tasha to shift so my arms were no longer pinned as my arms wrapped around Tasha's thighs and my hands gripped her ass spreading her delectable cheeks revealing her asshole.

Is it bad I was SO happy when I spread her cheeks that I didn't see any fecal stains or a distinct smell that would INSTANTLY disrupt ANY fornication?

Actually, come to think of it, it HAD been a while since I had performed 69 so I wasn't too sure what to do now.

It was like I had forgotten after I had gotten this far and lightly thought 'What do I do now?' before going 'Oh yeah!' as I proceeded to continue with performing cunninlingus on Tasha's vagina.

Once again, I gently kissed her lower lips but never too hard as the erect thing sticking out was hogging my focus as my curiosity kept the recurring question to remain at the forefront of my thinking.

Was that her CLIT?

That question KEPT running in my brain.

I had to know.

I used a little muscle to 'move' Tasha more up so I was more directly in line with the erect 'thing' sticking out of Tasha's plump labia lips.

A move that Tasha instinctually helped as she moved with my slight pull on her body.

I even scooted down so her knees weren't on the head pillow as that was the only thing she was putting her weight on.

After a few more scoots of my body down and her following so her knees wouldn't slip causing her lower body to SLAM on my body and her clam stamping herself on my face is when I allowed myself to 'investigate' the oddity.

I motioned my head up and gingerly kissed the object hanging out causing the owner's body to quiver and half moan half whimper before she returned to wiggling her ass.

In return, Tasha 'wrapped' her lips around my tip to keep from moaning too loudly.

BIG MISTAKE!

The moment Tasha wrapped her lips around my soldier's helmet, the pleasure tattoo caused Tasha to WANT more causing Tasha to subconsciously deep throat my dick on pure reflex as a 'GULK' almost rang out in the semi quiet room.

Then the pleasure tattoo introduced something to Tasha that she probably wasn't expecting.... pure intoxicating pleasure to her mouth and throat in which she responded with a muffled moan of pure delight.

And that made me GROAN.... while my lips were still slightly wrapped around the tip of the protruding piece of flesh.

And that caused the owner, Tasha, to whimper more.

She 'tried' to wiggle her ass more but due to my arms kind of wrapped around them made such motion a little difficult. The only thing was that I registered her wanting to wiggle her ass while my arms kept that part of her body locked. So the only thing her ass and thighs could do beside trying to wiggle was shudder and quiver.

We were both kind of stuck like this for what felt like a good LONG while though it was probably a second or two as we each enjoyed our own bliss in the simple but powerful act.

After the long momentary bliss that we each shared, I finally recovered as I brought out my tongue and SLOWLY dragged it along the protruded flesh finding it was indeed spongy.

And by the way Tasha 'popped' my dick out of her moan as she audibly moaned and began gyrating her hips told me volumes that the protrusion truly was her clit.

I quickly moved my arms up and nearly bear hugged Tasha's ass down so I could 'control' the pressure once I confirmed the spongy flesh was Tasha's clit.

That only made her moan and whimper more.

I reached down and coaxed her head back down as she 'remembered' what she was doing and began 'reciprocating' the act and more than likely 'forgot' what my tip did to her last time as she instinctually deep throated my dick and again moaned with my dick firmly lodged in her throat.

It took a minute or seven before 'WE' found a rhythm to where WE weren't overly stimulated.... if only barely.

I had to avoid her clit as it was obvious that though it was sticking our of her labia it was EXTREMELY sensitive so I had to change tactics and only drag my tongue along with protruded sensitive sponge 'occasionally' to remind Tasha she was reciprocating me with fellatio. Again, barely being the optimum wording for the act known as 69.

I didn't even try keeping count of how many 'gasms' Tasha experienced through her overly sensitive clit nor knew the strength of said 'gasm' other than know her brain was probably close to being fried so I decided it was time to put my 'passion' laced tip to better use.... through NORMAL intercourse.

Which was probably a good decision because the moment I thought that Tasha's legs went from quivering to shaking meaning soon she wouldn't be able to keep her position without clam stamping me.

I gingerly moved bringing my knees up forcing Tasha to lift her head off my dick leaving it in a thick coating of her saliva. Then I moved my hips forcing Tasha to sit up and raise herself as I awkwardly crawled out from underneath her.

After I got out from underneath her, I could see Tasha was both ready to go for more but the only question was 'which' position to put her in?

I looked at Tasha with a smirk, "How flexible are you?"

Tasha looked at me fairly perplexed before looking down and as if getting it she evilly smiled back up at me, "I can do the splits."

Not where I was going with my question but alright it'll do.

I watched as Tasha hopped off the table and spoke, "Off," forcing me to get off as well.

Tasha moved to the center of the bed and jumped up as she kicked out both legs. Within a moment and a little bit of finessing her movement she was sitting on the table in full split mode.

Tasha looked behind her to judge my reaction and saw my shocked expression.

I will have to admit seeing the splits, especially seeing the cheerleaders and various girls able to do the splits. Nothing new. You wouldn't get a reaction out of me.

It was like 'Ooooo' 'Aaaaaaa' before flatly looking at the feat bored and saying 'What else you got?'

But see the splits NAKED now that takes on a WHOLE NEW perspective that ANYONE would not only appreciate but if I were a judge I'd give her 10 erections as her score.

Ok, I'll french it pretending to be a french judge, 8 erections as she lost some points because she did it with her backside to me instead of the front and I missed out on her boobs jiggling.

Still it was an erection worthy performance.

Tasha smiled seeing my awe-inspired face as she lightly chuckled before leaning forward and presenting me with MY prize.... her pussy.

I smiled as I walked up and smacked her ass firmly and kept my hand on her ass gripping it with my left. I grabbed my soldier at the root and like any pussy my dick comes into contact to I tapped him against her labia lips before angling the tip and letting the 'pleasure' tattoo do its thing as it easily slipped in without much fight from Tasha causing her to moan like every girl thus far, "OH FUCK!"

I don't know why but hearing the statement EVERY TIME I insert my tip is now so much of an ego booster.

Then came her next statement that was new but still just as good as an ego booster as she moaned, "FUCK FEELS LIKE YOUR STRETCHING ME OUT!!!" before sharply inhaling and exclaimed, "GOD MY INSIDES!" as I got to the root.

As soon as my groin was kissing her wet clam I freed my hand and smacked her other ass cheek causing her to yelp at the smack.

I smiled as I spoke, "Ready for the 'ride' of your life?"

Tasha smiled seductively as she looked over her shoulder and cooed, "Yes Daddy!"

I gripped Tasha's ass cheeks as I started thrusting.

At first it was a nice slow movement making sure all of Tasha's saliva coated lubed up Tasha's insides and her natural lubrication helped the lubrication making the stroke nice and smooth before I picked up the pace.

It didn't take much for the 'pleasure' on my tip to induce Tasha into her first orgasm as she moaned and proclaimed, "I'm Orgasming!" as her insides started to pulsate around my dick.

I ignored her proclamation as I kept my nice rhythm simply enjoying her and kept it up until she had another orgasm a few moments later. That's when I picked up the pace.

Soon the room filled with our bodies slapping as Tasha moaned and soon was losing syllables on her proclamations as her pussy went from orgasm to the next.

I released one hand from her ass and quickly twirled it in her hair before tugging down forcing her head to almost snap back as she moaned, "OOOHHHH FFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!"

I kept her in that position as she arched her back and that's when I REALLY got a show as I watched her big fat breasts flop up and down as I rhythmically slapped bodies with her.

I don't know why but I suddenly enjoyed the view causing me to tug her hair more making her arch her back more back and I got a better view as Tasha now was reduced to only 'Uh uh uh' with each slap.

Eventually I got tired of the show and soon my orgasm was close to firing so I let go of Tasha's hair as she reflexively fell forwards and went into 'Jack Hammer' mode.

That REALLY got her brain to lose more syllables and I felt her pussy 'trying' to clench around my member that was effortlessly sliding in and out of her confines.

I lost count and wasn't timing myself but I was approaching my own orgasm as I grunted, "I'm gonna cum!" as a warning.

I didn't hear anything from Tasha telling me 'where' to unleash my release on so I slammed myself one last time into Tasha's insides and my orgasm started.

Tasha reflexively groaned a guttural groan, "GGGGAAAAAHHH!" as her insides finally clamped around my dick as it started spraying its hot load painting Tasha's insides.

We remained locked in that position as we each enjoyed our tense bliss as our minds exploded with orgasm euphoria making time dilation pointless to track.

Eventually I felt my orgasm subside as I relaxed with the last of my dick flexed one last time signaling the orgasm was done. I released my grip from Tasha's ass cheeks and slowly backed away from Tasha's body causing her to collapse and left panting.

I almost chuckled and wanted to turn her over just to see if any tattoos had spawned on her body but the moment I turned and saw a face I wasn't expecting.

Sophia.