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Neuro submission transmitter 7

... pussy. I jerk against her, sliding my hand between her head and the wall to cushion the blows, as several more spurts of cum erupt from my throbbing cockhead. I finally slump forward, lying on my s****r's chest, catching my breath. "Fuck!" I whisper. "That was so fucking intense!" "No k**ding." Susan laughs, still out of breath. "No one fucks me like you do, little b*****r." Susan says, kissing the top of my head and running her hands up and down my sweat-soaked back. "That's because no one loves you like I do." I whisper, kissing her neck and running my cheek across her slippery nipples. "I know." She whispers. "Jesus! You guys were off the charts!" Sherrie exclaims. "Not to mention, off the comforter." She laughs. "What was that? Fucking across the living room floor? I've never seen anything like it!" She's lying on the bunched up comforter, leaning her head on her hand. I'd forgotten we had an audience. For a while it seemed like my s****r and I were the only people in the world. "You should try it!" I tease her. "What? Ken doesn't 'move' you like that?" I joke. "We're usually in his bed!" Sherrie retorts. "Not gliding around on the floor in baby oil." She smiles. "And he doesn't pound my head into the fucking wall!" She adds, laughing. "It didn't hurt." Susan says, sounding somewhat spacey. "And I'll take more of it, anytime." She says, squeezing her pussy muscles around my spent cock, as she pulls me more tightly against her. "Are you really going to talk to Ken?" ...

... Sherrie asks, standing up and stretching her shining body seductively, her swollen pussy lips glimmering below her hairless mound. "You know, about the two of you fucking me together?" She doesn't have to remind me; I find the idea very enticing. "Yes." I answer. "Write down his class schedule and I'll arrange to run into him in the next couple of days." I say, anxious to be done with conversation so I can get back to basking in the afterglow of making love to my s****r. "I'm going to take a shower." Sherrie says, rolling the comforter into a ball and putting it in the laundry basket. "I'm in no hurry to move." Susan whispers. "Are you?" "Not at all." I tell her, brushing hair from her face before pressing my lips to hers. I grind against her, swooshing my soft cock around in her saturated pussy. I want to fuck her again, but I've just cum three times, and my recovery isn't going to be very fast. There must be a way to use the transmitter on myself to give me complete control over my dick. I think about this as I burrow my face in my s****r's hair and breathe in her scent. The next day, I conveniently run into Ken, as he crosses the campus after football practice. "Hey Ken." I say, as I catch up with him. "How was practice?" "It sucked!" He barks at me. "Practice sucked, our games suck, and this year's whole fucking team sucks!" He says, walking slowly, shaking his head. "Why is this year's team is so bad, Ken?" I ask. I realize we haven't won a game all season, I just never ...