April deftly undid the top 3 snaps of her raincoat. Her yellow jumpsuit shone dimly in the poor light. She reached for its zipper and pulled it down to her stomach. "Look!" she said again, this time stretching her garments to expose her breasts. Raphael swallowed. "Well? she asked. Don't you notice anything?"
Trying to keep his composure, Raphael lifted a strong hand and softly patted her soft skin. He could feel an erection growing between his legs; at this moment, he regretted it'd be the last time. "They're... they're still swollen?!
-Precisely! The effects have never lasted this long. My bras haven't fit properly since last week. Usually, things go back to normal within 2 days!
"Oh, just great! thought Raphael. Something's gone wonky and it takes her a full week to warn me!"
-Why... why didn't you tell me sooner?!" he asked with concern and a bit of anger.
-If I had told you sooner, she answered, I bet you wouldn't have given me 'one last time'." She was right - had he known... But he had agreed already and somewhere, deep inside, he knew he wanted to see her swallow again. She slipped a hand under his trench coat and felt for his cock. She found it half-erect, his testicles still hidden into his shell. Raphael looked as if he was about to say something but her agile fingers gripped his maleness and stroke it lightly. He sighed; all right, she'd have it.
The touch of his cock never ceased to amaze April: it was hot, perhaps hotter than human flesh, but the texture of its skin was much more reptile-like: smooth and supple, and as such it slipped very easily in her hand. Raphael's thumbs pressed her nipples. He closed his eyes and said: "One last time...
-Yes, April answered. Make it good."
His dick was now fully erect, sticking out from under his shell as were his balls. As soon as her fingers fell on the exposed large sack, April knelt down. She knew the look of what she longed for: almost 8 inches long, twice as thick as the average human cock and with delicate, almost muscular curves that give it a slightly alien look. Under it, his sack, big as her fist, was tightly wrapped around his testicles, the source of the muta-cum that caused her breasts to swell and her whole body to experience orgasms she had never dreamed of. She opened the bottom of Raphael's coat and immediately took his stiff member into her mouth.
Raphael shivered. She was good at it. She knew how to work her head up and down his shaft to make him cum quickly and abundantly. Still, her enthusiasm... or rather her eagerness always made him slightly uncomfortable. It took only a few encounters before she started acting like some sort of... junky. The first time he had cummed in her mouth, she had been positively blasted away by her own unexpected climax. They had had sex on the spur of the moment, nothing else, but as time went by, she had insisted more often and more strongly to have him deliver his seed on her tongue. And for some reasons, she would not suffer revealing the virtues of muta-cum to anybody, including the other turtles and their master... Maybe a mix of shame and guilt at her perversion...
Her hands stroking the lower part of his cock, April concentrated the blunt of her efforts on its most sensible part, the large bulge at its far end. She moved her head back and forth in a rapid pecking motion: only the sensitive bulge would enter her mouth, forcing its way between her tightly clasped lips and pushing on her avid tongue. Her nipples, turned hard as stone by the cold air, Raphael's fondling and the cock in her mouth stuck out of her tits; they dangled in rhythm out of her coat, moistened by a few drops of cold rain that the wind blew on her itching skin.
Raphael placed his hands on her head. Behind his closed eyelids, pleasure and worries struggled. He liked what April was doing to him - no, he loved it. But he hated the whole "secret lover" business: surely, he'd give her a fix every day if she would let him talk to his brothers. He felt... dirty, not because he had sex with their common friend but because he had to do it behind the backs of his own brothers. And now, it seemed that the muta-cum effects on April's body took an unusually long time to subdue... He would not worry if he could consult Don or Splinter on this matter, but...
April assaulted his cock restlessly, untill she felt the strong hands of the turtle tighten their grip on her head. Raphael moved his hips forward almost unconsciously, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. Her hearth started racing: he would soon explode!. April instantly gave way, keeping only one hand on his rod to control the depth of his thrusts and avoid being choked. Raphael began fucking her face quickly and avidly.
He looked down at April. She was good, very good. One second, her mouth felt too tight to handle the dick he was shoving in and out of it and the next, it was like an empty void draining him of his semen. April's sucking was impossible to resist, her tongue tickled him one last time and his balls burst, sending loads of burning cum up his shaft. He tried to push back his climax as long as he could but the pressure was too great and he moaned as jets of cum plastered April's insides.
As soon as his movements stiffened, April's stopped breathing. Delicious, delicious muta-cum! He blew his load deep into her mouth and she had trouble not to swallow right away. Its taste was strong, extremely salty with a vague fruit fragrance, but it was a delicacy to her. He thrust in a few more times before he pulled out of her very slowly, spent. April kept her lips tightly wrapped around his softening cock, making sure not a single drop of juice would escape her. She let go off his prick and raised her head. Her hands felt for her tits and, as she groped them, she swallowed.
There was a silent explosion as the world around her collapsed. A fantastic wave of pleasure sent her flying in the air. She landed on her back with a cry, but not of pain: a cry of delight, of pure sexual ecstasy as climax was all over her. It did not come from her pussy, it did not come from her ass, or from her tits, or from her mouth, it came from every cell of her body and from the outside world alike. Each raindrop that landed on her skin was like one more kiss in the midst of a passionate embrace, her own fingers were like torches setting ablaze everything they touched, even the thunder that rolled high above her head was like a deafening and lustful moan.
Raphael watched her squirm on the ground. He looked left and right nervously, afraid people would hear her screams over the pounding rain and rolling thunder. As always, her amazing head work had left him a little dazed. His arousal quenched, both his cock and his balls had retreated in the safety of his shell. He slowly buttoned up his trench coat and waited for April's climax to wear off. The orgasm caused by ingesting muta-cum sometimes wiped her of all conscious thoughts for several minutes.
At long last, her movements slowed down and her moans softened. Raphael adjusted his hat before stepping out into the rain and helping her on her feet. She walked groggily back under the balcony, with a large smile and clouded eyes. Her breasts were still bare and the turtle gently placed them back under her coat and suit, the later now soaked by her trip in the rain. He zipped the yellow outfit and snapped her raincoat, then put his hands on her shoulders.
"That was the last time, ok? he said.
-Yes... Last time, it's ok..." Raphael could not tell if she really understood what it implied. She talked and acted as if she were a little drunk and he knew she would remain in that state for the next few hours, till the most potent effects of his muta-cum wear off.
April shook her head. It was time to part. "You're ok? asked Raphael.
-Yes, I'm fine I guess.
-Good..." He helped her pull her cap over her head and she was about to step out into the rain when he called. "April... If ever you change your mind... about the whole telling thing, let me know, ok?
-I will.
-And if you're still... swollen in a few days... Let me know, ok?"
April waved and, a little wobbly on her legs, walked off towards home. Raphael watched her turn the corner. He sighed and started in the opposite direction, confident nonetheless he had made the right decision.
But had he glanced over his shoulder, he would have wished that "last time" never happened: as he and April parted, a tall and slim figure stepped out onto the balcony they had used for shelter. It squinted in the direction they left. As if pondering a most interesting problem, its voice whispered coldly: "Fascinating..." |