Chapter 32: Consultation

I secretly took care of Mini Tarantula No.2 in my mouth.

Thanks to this, I haven't had my tongue out for almost a week now. I can't use my tongue while impregnating a woman, and I have to be careful not to accidentally bite down on things that excite me, so it's kind of hard to commit.

I even tried to open my mouth secretly and wait for him, but he didn't go out.

However, when I was eating my dog food, he would go outside and hide behind my sitting posture so as not to disturb me. Then, when I finished eating, he would sneak back across the shadows and settle into my mouth.

No. 2 will eat the remaining scraps of dog food in my mouth. The water seemed to be taken in the form of saliva.

If he's so intellectually active, why doesn't he just get out of jail and do his own thing? But I couldn't do that. He refused to leave my mouth.

I don't know what the purpose is at all.

However, I can't ignore the fact that she gave me a pet.

I pretended to be just standing there, opening my mouth against the wall and taking care to get some ventilation. He's doing something strange again, they thought.

Mr. No. 2 was adamantly refusing to leave. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

He was as resolute as if the opponents of the base construction were staging a sit-in movement. In my mouth, I wrapped a headband around him and said, "No to eviction! Stop Butcher's tyranny! Stop Butcher's brutality! NO OUT OF MOUTH!"

I was about to start thinking about administrative execution. This day has finally come.

Abigail came to the jail.

She has an ironclad way of talking that involves sucking on my tongue. It's the most efficient way to get a message from her. I'm going to have to do a lot of talking to get out of here, but it's tough to keep my mouth shut.

What should I do, ......?

As I stood in the back of the room discouraged, Abigail walked up to me. She looked somewhat anxious. I wondered if she was afraid of me again after taking some time off.

She walked up to me, stared up at my face, and then quickly got down on her knees and gave me a prompt squeeze.

She took my still-flaccid member and brought her mouth to it from underneath as if she were milking a cow. While sucking on it with her saliva, she stimulates the tip of my cock with her tongue.

No hands are used. She gets down on all fours, head down and up, and hums and chews with just her mouth. She moves downward, so fervently that my proud son expands and contracts. All the while, her gaze remains fixed on my face.

In the first five seconds of the encounter, I saw an unprecedented scene of a beautiful blonde woman sucking on flaccid manhood from below, and my son instantly went into a frenzy.

"Mm......guh......"

Abigail moans as her mouth is forced open by the rapidly expanding sponge. Gugu Gugu Gugu ...... and a powerfully rising meat rod is fishing her up.

Throughout the sequence of events, she never let go of her mouth. You can see the professional spirit there.

She was in a kneeling position, her head bobbing back and forth, sending me a message.

--body, still, no good? --.

Ah... That's right. I was standing still in the corner of the room, in a similar situation to last time. She thought I was on the verge of breaking down again, so she was scared.

I grabbed Abigail's head with one hand and gently cinched her head against my cock.

This became our basic conversational style during blowjobs. It's convenient because it gives the impression that I'm forcing her to do it.

--mouth, has, spider, in--

Abigail's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she licked up my muscles. That's right.

The only way to explain the situation was to tell her about Miss.

Abigail is a smart woman, so if I made up some random story, she would eventually find out. I also hoped that AASPINT, who must know a lot more about aliens than I did, might be able to give me some good advice.

I told Abigail about Miss. I need your help.

That the Butcher has a system of solitary confinement. What they do there, and why they do it. How I won an alien woman there with my wits and ingenuity. She is a wonderful woman. She has become more and more beautiful lately. She gave me a spider in her mouth.

Abigail was still nodding her head at the end of the story. A "?" appeared on her head as she sucked on my son.

I understand. I thought the end was strange too.

Still, this Morse-skinship-memorandum-communication is as slow as ever. I had to ejaculate twice to communicate this much. Especially the method involving blowjobs, which requires Abigail's physical strength to move her head and tongue constantly. She was exhausted.

I had to change the position because I was under surveillance. I rolled Abigail on the floor and covered her up.

Conversation in the normal position is very efficient. All she has to do is lie there and bite my tongue and body.

Even so, the strain on her body is great, as she receives my powerful messages with her entire vagina, and this is almost like running at full speed.

I don't see Abigail as an impregnation sack or a source of comfort anymore. I see her as my partner to help me escape from this prison, so I don't want to put too much strain on her body.

Can't we have a more normal conversation?

I can't wait to get rid of this dumb way of talking.

"Uh-uh! Oh...........hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, ......."

Abigail's neatly closed crack accepts the tip of my heated butcher lance with ease.

Her face contorts for a moment as I sinks down, and then a thrill of pleasure floats up to mix with the vermilion on her beautiful face. She seems to have gotten used to my big dick. I feel so accomplished.

--Spider, what? --

Abigail asked me this as she bit my shoulder.

First of all, she doesn't know what a spider is. Well, it's hard to imagine a situation where a spider is passed from mouth to mouth.

I lifted Abigail's hips slightly upward so that she was in a welcoming position, holding her head in my arms. This way, I could temporarily block the eyes of the people around me.

Tension flashed across Abigail's face. Abigail's face tensed, for this was similar to the position I had taken when I had violated her womb. So first, I'll stay in this position and move slowly to soothe her fears. I'm not trying to torment you.

As I continued to move back and forth across her vaginal canal, the tension began to drain from my core. Abigail seemed to understand my intentions.

Taking advantage of this moment, I pulled my face closer to hers so that she couldn't see me, and opened my mouth.

*shudder*

Her pupils tighten. Her vagina tightened up as well.

It was a surprise, wasn't it? The butcher's gums were bared, and when he opened his mouth, there was a tarantula inside. Good on you for not screaming.

I told her that I was taking care of this spider and that I had to carry it.

Immediately after asking her opinion on what to do at the end, the pleasure that Abigail's wonderful honey pot returned to me caused me to lose my patience.

Instinctively, I pushed my hips forward and my meat stick was snugly lodged in her vagina.

"...ha, ha, ......han, ah, ah! Ohhhhh!?"

The vagina contracted reflexively as the pressure was applied to the depths. The last push of the stimulation caused the semen that had accumulated in the scrotum to spurt out in a torrent.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

It was such a delight to watch woman that recieved a large amount of semen in her womb.

"Ahhhh! --Aah! --Huh! --Nnnnngh! --nnnnnn...... haa...... haa...... haa... ..."

Abigail had a long orgasm as I pumped in and out of her. She writhed in small orgasms over and over again, then went limp on the floor.

She put her hand on her forehead and seemed to be thinking about something.

I pulled out my cock so as not to interrupt her thoughts.

"Hmm. ......"

There was a vulgar buzzing sound, and the evidence of our union glistened on the string, and the white fluid that had flowed back into her mouth dripped onto her ass.

Whenever Abigail jerked her hips at the sensation, it was obscene to see her flabby labia seemingly chewing on the sperm as if it were a waste. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

As I circled the room, admiring the work of art that was Abigail displayed in the dimly lit prison 360 degrees, I thought about it.

No answer comes to mind at all. My brain can't do it. I expect her elite brain to help me. That's why I've teamed up with her.

--Fuck her. Do your job.

Orders. I paused a little too long.

Halftime is over. Abigail and I resumed our carnal conversation.