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"I want that too", said Laura as she stared at my enhanced cock. My real cock was already somewhat soft under all the wrapping, but just thinking that Laura wanted it so much made me start growing again. I thought that a trial run with my new cock would not be a bad idea since Cindy was only coming in a couple of hours. "Do you want to try it out now? You could tell me if it is Kamilla, right?" Yes, not a very romantic proposal. But Laura was not in that vibe, she did not care, she has been building up her arousal as we wrapped together my cock enhancing it, longer and thicker, aiming at emulating Kamilla's monster. We had built my monster together and now she wanted a piece of it. I was parading it in front of the mirror and it did look menacing, but it did look attractive. At least, you would want to grab it and tell if it was real. That is what we did with Kamilla: grab it and caress it, slide our hands first on all its expanse, and then let our recti feel on the swelled skin of her glans and the smooth skin of her shaft; it was real with her own skin and thick veins protruding around the surface of the thickest and longest we have ever seen. Glans. Shit. Veins like pipes. Impossible! That is where things are tough trying to copy it on one's own cock. Not that my glans was small, but it was now buried under our contraption. But for sure my veins were not like pipelines of blood reaching that large glans. It would have to do. And it seems that despite being a fake Laura sensed that I was onto something, and before giving pleasure to the ever curious and insatiable Cindy, she wanted it for herself. That was a good sign; after all, it is much about the arousal and feeling, and not the size, right? Heck no! It is about the arousal, the feeling and the size! If you can take them all or, really, it. Laura had both her hands on my cock. The light pressure on the condom that wrapped it all felt good and in no time I was ready to take her. The real cock underneath it all pressing on the contraption. She turned around, grabbed her cheeks with both hands and opened it all bending over so that I could enter her. "Come on baby, stick it in me... it looks fantastic, my new Kamilla fuck me please..." I was expecting a tougher entry into Laura since I was really thicker than usual, in my Kamilla mode. But I guess she was really aroused. She had managed to moist her asshole and so my entry was not more difficult than usual. But the shaft! We had really nailed it! She gasped as the glans was coming in, but she howled as the shaft started entering her. "Oh oh oh oh baby, that's it, that's my Kamilla..." She pressed both her hands on the wall to keep stable as I continued to come in. I slid half my shaft in and she was breathing hard. Then she pushed me back, out of her, exhaling loudly. "Oh god, I am going to enjoy watching Cindy taking it all in" she said, and added, funny as ever, "Houston, test is successful".
I pressed both my hands on the wall to keep stable and be ready to welcome her. I had left Simone's cock hard and strong and immediately turned around. Would I have to grab her cock and pull her towards me, I continued to ask? Would she hesitate? My message to her was clear: I was in heat; my ass was ready. "Heck! Simone. I left you prepared!" She was hesitating. Damn! The hardness of her cock seemed to have stirred nothing, absolutely nothing, in her will to make use of it; she had no inkling of what she was capable of with it. There was no connection between the raging cock and her brain; and then, no arousal was ignited by the sight of my wanting, waiting, gaping asshole. I wanted to scream: "Houston, we have a problem. Docking unsuccessful!" And they answered: "Roger that Clara. Go to plan B. You will override controls. Manual use of arm to induce docking of special cock" they instructed. I immediately let go one hand from opening wide my cheek, and swiftly hovered the space behind me to find the cock. There it was, lost in space with no aim whatsoever. I grasped it from the middle section. Glans was free to enter me. "Houston, special cock acquired. Starting docking procedure" And frankly it went fast. I pulled it with force towards my butt. I figured I only had one chance. I closed my eyes to concentrate, wishing my asshole would beam some signals that would direct the glans towards it. My hand that grasped her shaft has little control except to attract it very roughly towards its aim. But I was successful: I sensed the contact of the tip of her glans in the tiny crater of my butt. My butt pushed back immediately absorbing the glans in my asshole. My butt pushed further back, feeling the entry and inward slide of her shaft in me. My butt pushed further back still to insert all of her inside me, feeling her small, compact ball sack on my sensitive perineum. She was not pushing yet. I needed to jumpstart her: "Come on, Simone, make me feel good! Come into me deep!" I did not want to use the verb "fuck". Something told me that I was walking a fine line. What line you ask? Well, the one, I feared, which she does not cross so that she does not feel she is performing in manly manner. But whether it is a woman, or a man, with a cock inside his or her lover's ass needs to pump. Putting no pressure on her, I decided to bear all the work myself so that I could actually enjoy this. After all, it had been my idea to put her in this position (behind me!) so that she could experiment giving pleasure with her dick. I started pumping furiously helped by my arms that went back to grab Simone by the hips, with my head close to the wall and bumping on it at the rhythm of my body. Lubrication was not a problem: Simone was oozing semen to keep it all smooth inside me. But she was eerily quiet. I was the one gasping and panting. I knew she was not silent during sex, as she did scream a lot when I was inside her, by front or back. Then I felt her mouth approach my ear to whisper, maybe in tears: "Babe, I don't like this... it's not me." Thankfully I still felt she was keeping fairly hard. I took these words as a warning that the final countdown had started because I knew that she was about to leave me. I pumped hard and clenched tight with the last bits of energy I had left.
PS 13. I did ask her. What would you think if I replace a useless cock with a vulva like yours? (and she knew for sure how a flaccid cock annoyed her). She thought about it for a few long seconds. Then she asked about my tits, asking if I would get some? Yes! I could become her girl. She would fuck me. She would really like me like that.