Butte Inlet Compound; 7:05 pm, June 28, 2104

In bed with Cassandra

Her giggle took me by surprise; not that I didn’t think that she had a sense of humor, but the degree of sophistication that she was exhibiting made me think about it, even as she whispered, “That is the first time it has happened to me, my Mack. I had an orgasm in my rectum! Have you ever heard of such a thing?” Still on top of her after ejaculating what seemed to be my entire soul up her amazing ass, I was struggling to regain my ability to express a more communicative form of English other than the primitive grunts and lust filled panting that had marked the last 20 minutes of my life. I lifted my face out of her hair and had the presence of mind to remark, “Only in more advanced women, Cassie, because it takes a special kind of woman to overcome all of the psychological taboos that surround anal sex and to allow herself the luxury of those incredible feelings.” I was proud of my recovery, then only to hear, “Oh that was a nice thing to say, but I have to tell you Mr. Mackleroy that my bullshit meter is pegged!” She giggled again. I had to laugh, “Bullshit meter? Is that OEM or was it a specialty fabricated Kobayashi industries upgrade?”

She rolled over, easily dumping me on my side, and as she got off of the bed, she held her amazing clitoral protuberance in her hand and with a loving smile she said, “I’m going to give you a very special session with my upgrade as soon as I return, my love.” She left and then I heard the refrigerator open, then some water being poured in a large glass. I thought, ‘Well at least she didn’t say that she was going to give me an enema before she fucks me.’ She wasn’t fully charged and I could have easily have resisted an enema from her, no matter how insistent that she might be. Then I looked up to see her leaning against the doorway drinking the distilled water with one hand and slowly stroking her clitoral protuberance with her other hand. It was an alien animalistic looking thing, almost grotesque looking. I wondered how it was developed and what it was made out of, even to what purpose was that technology ever developed in the first place-but now was not the time to take her off of her game. She had a big plastic glass, at least a litter, and it was almost gone.

If you were in my position, I’m sure that trepidation might beat in your heart and the prospect that stood before me would not look attractive to you-especially since you just had a major orgasm. So the likelihood of another imminent orgasm would look slim indeed to you. Then I say to you that you have absolutely no experience with an empathically powerful being that can give you more pleasure than she takes from you-at least this was my expectation as we looked at each other; me watching the lust well up in her, as she stroked herself at me. Then, having drank all of the water in her glass, she strode in to the bedside confident that I wanted everything that she was, put the empty glass on the night stand, and then kneeled on the bed…waiting for a positive reaction from me.

Here’s the thing about a relationship and sex with a woman that you are crazy about and you are absolutely turned on by the vast majority of sex with her, with the possible exception of what is being proposed at the moment. Now is not the time for shrinking away from the problem; now is the time to take the problem in hand and lick it! Cherish her and show her that there is nothing in the world that is more important to you than her pleasure and everything that you can do for her-even if you would rather go get a cold beer and a sandwich! You must resist that temptation and rise to the occasion.

So…I looked at her like she was the only woman in the world and I took her in my mouth and I sucked on her as sensuously as I could, no hesitation; it was not a pretty sight, but it didn’t smell or taste bad and I wanted to give to her as good as she had given me. I made eye contact with her and maintained eye contact, until she lost focus in her dreamy ecstasy, as she threw her head back and moaned, “Ehh…ooh, Mack, yes…yes! I really love that!” And then she made eye contact with me again with pleasure etched all over her face, as her body writhed rhythmically with the cadence of my sucking her-both of her hands lightly touching my face. She fed it to me with passion, but she was careful not to choke me. I could tell that her pleasure was building and I instinctively began to slow down.

She gently pulled out of my mouth then bent down and kissed me. Then she got up, opened the drawer to the night stand and took out a lube shooter, smiled down at me, picked up a tube of lube and squirted the lube shooter full. Then she put the lube shooter down on the night stand, took up the tube of lube again and began to lubricate herself. I seemed hypnotized as I stared at her masturbating the lube all the way along it, until I heard her voice telling me that it was time. I rolled over on my stomach, laid my face on my right ear and closed my eyes-waiting for what I knew was coming. I felt her hand lovingly rub my ass and it felt good; then I felt the slippery lube shooter slip between my butt cheeks and when I felt it contact my asshole I felt myself involuntarily gasp. She whispered, “It is ok, my love, I’m going to take care of you.” I felt some lube express against my asshole…and then another involuntary gasp came out of me as she pushed the nozzle into my ass and slowly pressed the plunger and then I felt a thick glob just inside my ass, as I felt the nozzle pull out.

I felt the bed move as she got on the bed behind me, and shivers ran down my spine as I felt her crawl over my body and slowly lower her weight down on to my back. She kissed my cheek and then I felt it touch my asshole. She whispered, “Are you ready for my love, sweetheart?” The air seemed to be sucked out of my lungs and all I could manage was sort of higher octave, “Uh huh.” Then I felt her initial penetration and then she stopped and I faintly heard her whisper again, “We are going to go slow and easy at first, my Mack, until you get used to me up inside you.” It was very slippery and it felt good already, although I didn’t want her to think I could just be her ass slut anytime she wanted me. I wondered where that thought had come from. She had no qualms of offering her ass to me anytime I wanted it, had she? I thrust my ass up at her, taking about 4 inches and I held my position long enough to let her know that I wanted her and then I came back to rest. “Oooh, yes, my Mack, I am seeing you as a very sexy man and I want you! Do you want me?” I whispered back, as if I was on automatic pilot, “I want all of your love Cassie; give it all to me, as much as you can give me.”

She laid her head close to my head for a few moments, when I suddenly became aware of my cock becoming hard and a different passion welled up from some part of my psyche that I was not aware of; it was my need to be fucked by her; by Cassandra…to be taken deeply by her and then feel her pussy juice squirt up my ass! I wanted her, I really needed her and I surprised myself by my outburst as I gutturally beseeched her, “Oh Cassie, give it to me, honey, I need to feel all of you…now!” I felt the alien snake slowly crawl up my ass, then withdraw a little…then advance deeper. I heard her begin to moan in pleasure, and then it began. A deep rhythmic cadence of a 1 second penetration stroke and just a little slower withdraw. Her clitoral protuberance was an animated, not totally rigid thing and I felt her enter me up around the curve into my colon, only to withdraw all the way out to my open anus; then plunge all the way back up me…completely! She was moaning in my ear, signaling her complete immersion in erotic bliss and she kept this up until I heard, “Oooo…uuuh!” and I felt a warm liquid shoot way up my ass and I heard her whisper, “Oh, my…oooh, I am going to be multi-orgasmic, my love.” And she began again and this time I was conscious of my own orgasm building, feeble at first but my cock was hard and it felt really good; my ass felt amazing and I couldn’t help thinking that I was in Cassandra’s control when she cried out, “Oh Mack…take my enema love…EEEHHH-uhh, oooooh!” And a much warmer and bigger slug of her “cum” surged deep up my ass, which strangely, I welcomed-maybe I even needed it! Yet she was still not satiated and now I could feel her begin to FUCK me, not like she made love to me earlier; now I was being fucked for her own pleasure…I felt her alien snake pump into the enema that she had just deposited inside me…and I began to fuck her back in return. I could feel it building and I felt more like an animal than a civilized man, as I kept forcefully bucking upwards into her and she drove me back down with the force of her thrusts. I realized that I was eminent when I heard her grunt, “Together, my love?” “I’m ready!” I grunted back and it began to happen to me: My entire body began an uncontrollable shudder of such ecstasy that I never thought humanly possible. I could feel it in the nipples on my chest, my back shivered and my lower abdomen was stiff with total orgasmic lock, as she screamed out, “Aaah…aaaawhhh-ENN-UUH!” And emptied her hot pussy juice up my ass, and with my teeth clenched as my anal orgasm took my cock over the edge throbbing in its own orgasm, all I could utter was, "EEEEEEEEEE...aahhhh!"

Collapsed in a heap, she laid sprawled over me trying to control my body while she also tried to consolidate her short term memory. The cool water that she had taken in, I realized, had helped to cool her down, which is why it kept “cuming” out warmer each time she had an orgasm up my ass and while her third and final ejaculation was hot in temperature, her heat was mitigated by her, “cum” already in me, so I wasn’t burned by it. She kept me from needing to expel her love enema, through the force of her mind and I laid there with all of her weight on me thinking about the day that I first found her and saw her hologram.

After I expelled her love enema, we had showered together and I had given her an enema rinse to clean my sperm out of her, we were back in each other’s arms in a silent loving embrace with her head resting very close to mine. After 20 minutes, she realized that the big elephant in the room needed to be addressed, “When we talked about it, Mack, I did not want to be built like a hermaphrodite; I did not want to look like an anomaly. So when Isamu suggested that I could have this fantastic clitoris…” I interrupted her, “What was the provenance of his idea, Cassie, to what use did he originally develop the technology for?”

She thought for a moment and then said, “Historically, your society has been fixated on transgendered people that were born physically as male, but were psychologically female and who, through hormone therapy, breast implants, hair style and often makeup, and of course feminine clothing, they seem outwardly female. The ultimate transition…” “I’m aware of those facts, Cassie, what has that got to do with you?” I interrupted her and then she said, “Isamu developed the technology for the opposite condition; a person born female that psychologically needs to be male. The typical sexual reassignment surgery that inverts the vagina into a penis has a dismal success rate. So Isamu developed the SRS technique of installing an artificial penis tied both into the nervous and vascular systems. There is a 95% success rate using his technique. Unfortunately this turns the physical female into a functional hermaphrodite-with a functional penis and a functional vagina. I did not originally have a functioning clitoris because sex was part of my mission and no one ever thought to consider whether or not I enjoyed it, so he built me one. Except that he had a very kinky side and I ended up with what I have because he wanted to feel what it would be like if I were…” “I get the picture, Cassie!” I interrupted her again.

I was silent, in contemplation for a time, until I finally said, “The good Dr. Kobayashi did a magnificent job.” She smiled, “He told me that I was his masterpiece.” “Do you ever want to see him again?” I asked and she said, “Yes, but only if you would accompany me.” “I have to give that some thought; I doubt if either of us is ever going to be able to travel abroad without bodyguards.” “Mack…do you mean that we are not really free?” She asked with concern in her voice. I said, “Think it through, honey. You’re a 50 billion dollar important asset and I’m a man that four international criminal organizations want dead. The last I heard, the price was 25 million dollars. So I have a price on my head and any number of crazy bastards would love to get their hands on you. Therefore, any international travel will be with a Special Forces escort, do you understand?” She indicated that she did.

End of Book 1

I have much of book 2 outlined and I have enough of a story to start. The thing is that Cassandra is no longer "Strange" to Mack, so from now on it will be The Further Adventures of Mack and Cassandra