Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 59: Miranda (2)

Miranda sat up, pivoted, scooted forward until her legs could touch the floor, then stood. She was still clutching her bunny in one hand. He noticed she was taller than Madison, but still shorter than him by a hand-span.

After she stood, she looked around in confusion. "Where is this? Did you kidnap me?! You didn’t hurt my family, did you?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Put the bunny down," he commanded, ignoring her questions.

She turned to face him, then gently placed her stuffed rabbit on the bed next to her. As she did, she frowned.

"Strip," he commanded.

"What?!" she exclaimed, "I’m not going to strip, you pervert!"

But while she was speaking, she reached down with both hands to pull off her camisole. And as she lifted her camisole, revealing two pillowy mounds of soft flesh, she said, "Hey! Why am I..."

Seeing her naked breasts for the first time send a shiver of excitement through him. Despite their size, her breasts were surprisingly perky. Unlike Madison’s golden toned skin and dark areolas, Miranda’s skin was pale white and her areolas were bright pink with small nipples.

As she placed her camisole next to her stuffed rabbit, she said, "You’re not gonna get away with this, you know. I could scream."

But, as she spoke, she also hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her supple legs. Instead of just bending over part way, she kept bending, pushing her shorts down until she was touching her ankles. Her narrow waist, wide hips, and plump derrière, formed a familiar shape, the perfect valentines heart, and his manhood twitched at the sight.

She lifted one leg, then the other, then straightened, placing her shorts next to her camisole and stuffed rabbit.

"No screaming," he commanded. Not because he feared it, but because he didn’t want to deal with the noise, or have it disturb Madison.

His eyes traveled down past her soft stomach to gaze at her secret garden. A small tuft of dark brown curly hair topped her prominent mound. Below that he could see her clitoral hood peeking out from between her two thick labia.

As is true for any normal person with internet access, this was not the first time he had seen a woman’s holy of holies. But this was the first time he had ever seen a woman naked in the flesh. Live and in person. And it was far more enticing, more arousing, more inflaming than any internet video could ever achieve. She wasn’t even doing anything, just standing there, and he could already feel his throbbing member grow even more engorged.

Instead of trying to cover herself, she put her hands on her generous hips and said haughtily, "Well? You’re the first boy to see me naked. You should feel honored."

"Wait, seriously? You’re till a virgin?" he asked, incredulous. She had acted so seductively towards him and many other boys in class, and she was still a virgin?

"Yeah, so. What of it?" she asked defiantly.

Damn! All those boys and not one of them got lucky. If they saw him now, they’d beat him to death in anger. Virgin territory. There was something thrilling about being the first.

"Don’t move," he said.

Then, as he walked around behind her, admiring her figure up close, he asked, "If you’re still a virgin, where’d you learn to act like a slut?"

"Not slutty," she said defensively. "Seductive! I learned from my mom and older sister."

He moved closer and pressed up against her back, his stiff member pressed between her plump cheeks. The warmth of her body radiated into his chest and the smell of vanilla and strawberries wafted into his nose.

He leaned in and breathed deep, enjoying her scent.

"You mean you watched them and imitated?" he said, then nibbled on her earlobe.

She shook her head minutely, her ear lobe still clasped in his teeth, then said, "No, they taught me, explained, demonstrated, even showed me videos. Mom said the greatest power a woman has is to control a man through his cock. The quickest way to a man’s heart might be through his stomach, but the quickest way to a man’s wallet is through his cock."

She sounded proud and confident, like she was preaching the truth to a congregation. And, he had to admit to himself; she wasn’t wrong. Not exactly. Men were weak to lust. Both Jacob and Fran had talked to him about this. It was Jack’s complaint to Jacob about his discovery of Miranda’s manipulation that had prompted that conversation with them.

He stuck his hands under her bent arms and placed his hands on her sides. Her skin shivered and twitched under his touch as he slid his hands along her sided and onto her soft belly. The way she shivered pleased him.

"Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should," he said. "Manipulating someone to give you what you want is the same as fraud or stealing."

He slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts. They were much larger than Madison’s. So large that they felt heavy, like holding melon sized water balloons. He squeezed them and felt his finger sink into her warm flesh, and it felt wonderful.

He had never really understood men’s fascination with huge tits, preferring images of women with proportionate bodies, but he was feeling the appeal now. The way his finger sank into her flesh, the warmth, the form yet soft feel. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

She shivered again, then said with a stutter, "That’s not true. If someone gives you something of their own free will, there’s no crime."

For several moments, he just enjoyed the sensation of her soft, pliable flesh in his hands, kneading her tits like dough. Then he began tracing his fingers over her areolas. He wanted to see if hers would gain the same bumpy texture as Madison’s.

As he played with her breasts he said, "If they gave you something based on a lie, then that’s fraud. If you imply that you’ll eventually have sex with them, then turn cold when you get what you want. It’s fraud. It might not be illegal fraud, but it’s still moral fraud."

As he ran his fingered over her breasts, he felt the skin of her areolas tighten, little bumps formed, and her nipples came out to play. Smaller than Madison’s, Miranda’s nipples were still fun to play with.

He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers. He wasn’t gentle, using the same force Madison had requested.

She hissed, then said, "Ow, that hurts!"

Interesting. He thought. Miranda’s nipples were sensitive, and Madison’s were not. Still playing with one breast, he slid his other hand slowly down her soft stomach, approaching her mons. As he did, he felt her stomach muscles flutter under his touch.

His hand continued downward and just as he felt the subtle rise of her mons, he felt soft curly hairs touch his fingertips. Her stomach flutters intensified as his fingers slid through the small tuft of soft hair topping her mons, and her breathing hitched.

Still nibbling her ear, breathing the strawberry scent of her hair, and gently playing with her nipple, he ran his fingers through the soft hair on her mons, like walking through tall grass on a small hill, while enjoying the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze, and the scent of fruit trees.

Then he slid his fingers lower, finally encountering the faintly moist flesh of her secret garden. Her stomach twitched and shuddered as his finger brushed across her clitoral hood, then pressed into her labia.

With index and ring finger he spread her labia, then pressed his middle finger deep into her folds. She took in a shuddering breath and his finger discovered she was slick with moisture.

The process of locating and summoning her, then their conversation, had momentarily distracted him from his craving for release, but as his fingers touched an actual flesh and blood vulva and felt her already wet, his craving surged and his manhood throbbed achingly.

He was getting ready to command her to get on the bed, legs spread, when he remembered Madison’s suggestion. One warm wet hole or another, he didn’t care at that moment.

He stripped, grabbed his phone, sat on the edge of his bed, started recording, then said, "Get on your knees and worship my cock."

"I am not giving you a blow-job," she said. But even as she spoke, she got on her knees between his legs. As he moved the phone so her and his cock were in frame, she leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock.

A jolt of pleasure shot down the length of his cock and up his spine as soon as her tongue touched his tip, and his member twitched, pulling away from her tongue. This was better than he imagined. Just that slight touch was electrifying.

She slowly slid her tongue down along the underside of his twitching manhood, then back up, each trip traveling closer and closer to his balls. The delicate touch of her tongue sent bursts of pleasure through him.

Soon, her tongue was caressing his base, and her nose was brushing his balls. With one hand gently grasping his shaft and with the other cupping his balls, she gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth before swirling her tongue around it. The suction and pressure was almost painful and as her teeth lightly grazed his flesh, he felt a shiver pass through him. Now he understood how Madison felt when he did the same to her nipples. He was just glad Miranda wasn’t actually trying to bite him like he’d bit Madison.

For several minutes, she alternated between licking the bottom of his shaft and laving his balls, before finally wrapping her lips around his engorged tip. As her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock, she looked up at him with an expression that said, "Aren’t I the best?"

She swirled her tongue around his tip, slowly moving her lips up and down, stopping just past the ridge at the base of his tip, then sliding up until her lips barely touched his cock. The sensation of her lips pressing against, then moving past the base of his tip, caressing that ridge, almost sent him over the edge.

Wanting to see his cock buried down her throat, wanting to feel his seed spurting inside her and seeing her gulp it down, he said, "Swallow it. I want to feel your chin press against my balls, and your nose buried in my pubes."

Her eyes grew wide, and a look of concern flashed across her face, but at the same time, she stuck her tongue out to cover her bottom teeth, wrapped her upper lip over her top teeth, opened her mouth wide, and tried to bury his cock down her throat.