Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 60: Miranda (3)

Jack watched in anticipation as his cock disappeared into Miranda’s mouth. When about half of him was inside her, he felt his tip press against a constriction. She closed her eyes and made a strange expression, then stuck out her tongue further and pushed. He felt increasing pressure push against his cock until suddenly he felt a wonderful tightness wrap around his cock as it disappeared entirely into her mouth, and nose press against his stomach.

The sensation of her throat squeezing his cock was so intense that he knew he was going to finish in the next few seconds. He could already feel pressure building in his balls.

Wanting to get the full experience before he finished, he grabbed her head, then slid off the bed so he was squatting over her face. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward. She made a "gluck" sound and the sensation of her throat constricting around his member was pure heaven. Feeling the boiling in his balls unlike anything he had ever felt before, he pumped his cock in and out of her throat.

"Gluck, gluck, gluck" three, four, five thrusts was all he managed, before he clutched her head, pulling it hard against him. Her nose pressed hard against his stomach and her chin pressed against his balls, and he buried his cock down her throat. With an animalistic roar, he exploded down her throat, and with each spasm of pleasure, more seed gushed down his shaft to splash down her throat. For several long seconds he just crouched over her, his pelvis twitching with after shocks.

Eventually, he felt her pressing her hands against his thighs, trying to push him away. Not wanting to choke her to death, he slowly pulled his still sensitive cock out of her mouth, feeling it twitch as he did. He watched as she gulped loudly before taking a deep, shuddering breath. Then, as she bent over and coughed a few times, he collapsed back onto the edge of his bed.

The sound she made as he slammed his cock down her throat, the feel of her throat convulsing around his cock, the look she made with her eyes clenched shut. It was all etched in his mind. His very first sexual experience was more than he ever imagined it would be. He wanted to do it again! And again, and again!

When she stopped coughing, she sat up and glared at him.

"What?" he asked. "Clearly mommy taught you to suck cock. Didn’t she also teach you to deep throat?"

"Yes, she did," she replied, with a hoarse voice. She tried clearing her throat before continuing, still hoarse, "But I’ve never had to deal with a cock as big as yours."

She tried clearing her throat again. But still hoarse, she added, "It’s not so much the length that was uncomfortable, it’s just so damn thick! My mom had me practice with a large dildo, saying if I could handle that, I’d could handle anything. And I thought she was right, since none of my boyfriends were as large as that dildo. But clearly she’s never seen a cock like yours."

There is nothing a man wants to hear more than "It’s so big." And given that she could not lie, he knew she wasn’t trying to stroke his ego. She was actually telling the truth.

"Well, you did great," he complimented. "That was the best blow job of my life."

"Probably the only blowjob of your life," she muttered.

"True," he said with a chuckle. "Doesn’t invalidate what I said. That was amazing."

Despite the mind blowing orgasm he’d just had, he was still hard, and looking forward to sampling another hole. She said she was a virgin, and he wanted some experience before his first time with Madison, so why not find out what it was like to pop her cherry?

"Get on the bed, lie on your back, spread your legs," he commanded.

As she complied, she asked, "Um, are you..."

When she laid down, he climbed onto the bed, his member pointing the way. She had pulled her knees up till her legs were bend at a 90-degree angle, but her feet were only shoulder width apart. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up till her knees were halfway to her shoulders and her toes were pointed at the ceiling.

He gazed down at her womanhood, petals spread wide, glistening with moisture. He’d felt her moisture before, but seeing her so obviously wet was a truly exciting, and his member throbbed at the sight. Sliding his knees apart to lower his hips, he grasped his cock and pushed it down until the tip touched her petals. Then he slid his tip up and down her slick slit, probing for her opening.

He was still probing for her opening when she surprise him by reaching down and gently grasping his cock. Glancing at her face, he saw she had a look of concentration and anticipation on her face. She was actually helping?!

His cock slid lower and lower, and for a moment he thought she was trying to line him up with her back door, until he felt his tip slid into her entrance. As soon as he felt himself line up with her entrance, he thrust forward hungrily.

"Oh, god!" she gasped.

Her incredibly tight virgin hole halted his first thrust before he could get more than his tip squeezed into her hot, slick entrance. He pushed again and felt his cock slowly enter her hole, like trying to jam it into a tightly clenched fist. As he thrust, he felt some resistance. Pulling back slightly, he pushed again and felt the resistance disappear, like punching through a piece of tissue paper.

"Mnnnmmm," she made a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan.

He kept pushing, enjoying the feel of her incredibly tight hole clutching his shaft fervently. Her pink folds stretched around his thick shaft as he watched it disappeared inside her centimeter by centimeter. Despite her previous oral lubrication he could see her petals dragging against the skin of his shaft. He pulled out partway, hoping to pull some of her moisture out as well, and saw a hint of red on his shaft.

Well, look at that. Not only is she a virgin, but she didn’t practice with a dildo like she did with her mouth. This was a truly special first time experience.

He thrust into her again, watching more of him disappear inside her, before stopping and pulling out part way. With one final thrust he watched as all of him diapered inside her, and felt his balls press against her plump ass.

Clutching the sheets in her hands, she cried out, "Ahh, so big. Oh, god! I feel like I’m splitting in half. Mommy never said it would be like this."

He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of her head. Gazing down at her face, he pulled out until just his tip was inside and thrust forward, pushing hard against her as he bottomed out.

"Ummmnnnn", she moaned, her eyes shut, face scrunched.

A second time, he pulled out, then thrust forward harder, enjoying the sensation of her tight tunnel clutching his thrusting cock.

She moaned again, face still scrunched.

He continued thrusting his cock into her tight, wet hole, and as his pace increased, her face relaxed. Slowly, he increased his pace, and soon he filled the room with the rapid "pap, pap, pap" of his hips slapping against her thighs. Each time his balls slapped against her ass, and his cock thrust deep inside her, he pushed her body forward and her melons jiggled, the impact of his hips traveling through them like a wave. Mesmerized by the motion of her mounds, he slammed into her harder and harder. And as his thrusting intensified, her grunting and moaning grew louder.

Soon she started thrusting her hips up to meet his. First out of sync, but eventually her timing matched his and their hips met together with increased force. Her moans and grunts merged into a continuous, "uhn, uhn, uhn" each timed with the impact of their hips.

Initially, she had her hands spread out on the bed, but as her passion grew, she reached up and pawed at his back, fingernails scraping against his skin, almost painfully. Her obvious arousal and growing passion caused his own urgent desire to grow from a bonfire to a raging firestorm.

As he felt his peak near, her hips thrusts grew erratic and she cried out gutturally in release, her mouth open, head tilted back, fingers digging into his back. The sight of her obvious orgasm, her twitching hips, and the sensation of her tight hole rhythmically clamping down on his shaft pushed him over the edge. The burning in his balls exploded down his shaft and he buried his cock as deep inside her as he could manage.

As he felt his spunk explode out of his shaft and splash against her insides, she cried out, "Oh god, I can feel it! I can feel you coming inside me!"

Waves of pleasure washed over him and with each wave, his cock twitched and his hips jerked, trying to bury himself even deeper inside her, and more spunk shot out of his shaft to splash against the walls of her tight tunnel.

Eventually, the waves subsided, and he collapsed on top of her, his head resting beside hers. And as he lay there, she kept thrusting her hips against his, while clutching at his back, until eventually she too relaxed, her legs sliding down until her feet rested against the back of his legs.

They lay like that for a while; him catching his breath, luxuriating in a warm afterglow and enjoying the feel of her sink against his, her still languidly rotating her hips.

Eventually, she broke the silence by moaning softly, "Oh wow, that was better than I expected."

Then, as she caressed his back, she asked, "This is some kind of weird dream, right? This is just too...too..." then she hummed in satisfaction.

This was not the reaction he’d expected. Sure, her initial complaints and objections had been in line with his expectations, but everything after that was not. She’d been wet when he stuck his finger in her slit! And she didn’t complain at all when he commanded her to get on his bed. Most surprising of all, she quickly went from tense to enthusiastic while he pounded her tender virgin pussy. Her lustful release so arousing that it drove him over the edge.

Somewhere along the way, his anger at her shameless cock-tease manipulations, had evaporated. He’d never really hated her, just resented the way she’d made hm feel. If he’d realized from the beginning what she was trying to do, he would have rebuffed her attempts, then watched with amusement as she played her games with the other boys. But because he had initial fallen for her sensual lies, he had felt shame and anger at his own stupidity and gullibility.

He sat up to look at her face. She was gently biting her lip and looking at him with confusion, awe, and something else.

The way she had responded to him while he fucked her, the way she looked at him now, all his resentment evaporated, replaced with satisfaction.

"No," Jack said. "It’s not a dream. I mean, you could argue it’s not real either, but it’s not a dream."

"What? I don’t understand."

He caressed her soft stomach, still mostly buried inside her.

"You’re a copy," he said. "The real you is still in bed, asleep, completely ignorant of what is happening here."

"A copy? What like a clone?"

"No, more like a digital copy, only better. This," he waved a hand around the room before placing it on her thigh, "is my soul space. And you are a copy, a template of the physical Miranda that can only exist here in my soul space."

"Is there anyway for my original to learn about me?" she asked. "For my memories of this to be sent back to her?"

"There is a way, but it comes with a price."

"What? Do I have to sell my soul or something?" she asked teasingly.