Totem

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Chapter 1:
In the exhibition hall displaying ancient totems, suppressed laughter rang out from the visiting students—just as the tour guide had anticipated. The culprit behind the students' laughter was the male statue standing blankly on the display stand; and when it came to 'sex,' the students completely forgot the rules. Even Gina, usually the most attentive during the visit, teased her friends Sam and Cameron:
"Look, his penis is long enough to fish."
"Yeah, but he'd better be careful not to get hooked," Cameron quipped.
The tour guide, suffering from the noise, patiently waited for the students to calm down, seemingly already accustomed to their inevitable reactions. Only when the students' whispers subsided did she begin her lecture.
"Don't be fooled by this statue's appearance; it's one of the most valuable artifacts in this exhibition of early American artifacts. It's an ancient totem, likely representing a fertility spirit." She paused to let the students laugh before continuing, "Witchcraftians used statues like this to summon spirits and gain supernatural powers. In many tribes, shamanism was hereditary, and the statues were passed down through generations like priceless treasures. Now, anyone have any questions?" After allowing the students
a question or two, the guide led them to the next exhibition hall. Sam, Gina, and Cameron, however, lagged slightly behind. They were all diligent students (bookworms) in the eyes of their teachers and classmates, and often hung out together. Although
they were respected by their classmates—Sam and Cameron both played boxing, and Gina was a member of the school gymnastics team, which spared them the insults and bullying that bookworms had to endure—they were never the center of the group.
Cameron was tall and thin, with tan hair and a prominent Adam's apple; Sam was shorter and more muscular, with black hair and dark brown eyes; Gina was petite and slender, but still had enough curves to hinder her gymnastics practice.
Gina braided her blonde hair, and only took off her thick-rimmed glasses when she slept. Secretly, Sam thought that if Gina had a different hairstyle, wore more feminine clothing, and added contact lenses, she would be a very pretty girl.
However, he never intended to say these things to her—Gina could be quite sharp-tongued when angry, and Sam was always rather shy around girls, even his best friends.
The three of them had been best friends since elementary school, with Cameron being more outgoing and eloquent. Sam, though quiet, was the leader of the trio. After
carefully examining the statue for a while, Cameron expressed his opinion: "I don't think this is a work of art."
"I don't know," Gina said with a smile.
Cameron suddenly said to Sam, "Sam, you have Native American ancestry, don't you? You might be a descendant of some kind of shaman."
"My father was of mixed Native American descent," Sam admitted, "but it's unlikely he came from the same tribe as it."
Gina glanced at the information plaque next to the statue and said, "It says this thing was found around here. Your father was also born and raised here, right?" "
Then that's it!" Cameron exclaimed, "Go! Summon the spirit!"
"Ha! Ha!" Sam laughed sheepishly. In fact, the statue was making him a little annoyed. To appear braver, after laughing, he pretended to say, "Come, spirit!" while lightly patting the statue's head.
But when he touched the rough clay, he felt as if he had been electrocuted, and he fell backward. Gina and Cameron immediately caught him to prevent him from falling.
"What's wrong?" Gina asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Sam mumbled, shaking his head to clear his mind. A low rumble filled his ears, like the sound of waves crashing in a conch shell. He felt dizzy and weak.
"Did you bump into something?" Cameron asked anxiously. "Did you trigger an alarm?"
"Never mind," Sam said, struggling to steady himself. "Let's catch up with the others."
They hurried after the others into another exhibition hall. The rumble in Sam's ears grew louder with each step. Suddenly, he felt as if the ground beneath his feet had vanished. Gray dots danced before his eyes, but his vision was fixed on the light ahead. He felt like he was floating on clouds. Then, everything went black.
Chapter Two
When Sam awoke, he was in a large white room, surrounded by several people dressed in white. His hands ached, and the hard object pressing on his scalp itched. After a while, he realized he was in a hospital; an IV drip was in his hand, and sensors were attached to his chest and scalp.
An older man, dressed as a doctor, approached him and asked, "Hello, Sam. How are you feeling?"
Sam thought for a moment. He felt dizzy and weak, and could still hear the shouts, but very faintly.
"I think I'm alright," Sam said. "What happened?"
"Do you remember anything?" the doctor (Sam thought) asked.
"I was in the museum," Sam recalled, "everything seemed to have turned gray... I think I must have fainted." He said, distressed.
"Not just fainted," the doctor said, "you were unconscious for three whole days."
"Three days!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You mean, today is Friday?"
"Yes," the doctor said, a slight smile on his face, "you even managed to figure out what day of the week it is?"
"Of course," Sam said, somewhat bewildered by the doctor's surprise. Why shouldn't he be able to do it? "Is there something wrong with me?"
"Well, we're not entirely sure," the doctor didn't deny it. "Your heartbeat and breathing are normal, but your brain activity... well, not quite normal, but there's no sign of damage either. X-rays and MRIs are normal too. It's like you've just been asleep." "
Slept for three days?" Sam was incredulous.
"Yes. If you don't mind, we'd like to do some tests," the doctor continued. "Maybe we can find out the cause."
"Of course, I'm fine," Sam readily agreed.
"Great!" the doctor said with a smile. "We'll prepare everything. But now, you should see your family... they're very worried about you."
"Are they here?"
"They've stayed here most of the past three days," the doctor said, preparing to leave. "I'll go get them."
Sam's mother, Caroline, and sister, Joan, quietly entered the room, as if entering a mortuary to pay their respects to his remains. They looked very similar—Sam's mother was tall, with red hair and green eyes; his sister was shorter, with brown hair, but otherwise resembled her mother. Sam himself looked more like his father, James, but he didn't remember him very well anymore.
Sam smiled at his mother and sister, trying to reassure them. Caroline opened her arms and hugged Sam tightly.
“We were so worried about you!” she said. Sam could feel her crying, and Joan’s eyes were misty. Sam felt uneasy and guilty for making his family worry so much.
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, awkwardly patting his mother’s back to comfort her. “I’m fine, really.”
“How are you feeling?” Joan asked, taking his hand. Her actions were different from usual—Joan was only a year older than Sam’s mother, and they usually carefully maintained their personal space. She usually pretended to look down on her brother, but her true feelings for Sam were now clearly revealed. This made Sam feel happy.
“I’m fine,” he replied, “just a little weak. I’m sorry to have worried you.”
His mother looked up, wiping away her tears. “The doctors don’t know what happened to you. You were like you were asleep, but you didn’t wake up.” As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
“I’m awake, aren’t I?” Sam hesitated. “The doctors want me to do some more tests, but I don’t see anything wrong with it. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Gina said you’re just trying to skip the algebra test,” Joan joked, trying to ease the tension.
Sam laughed. “But Ms. Grey will definitely make me retake it.” His mother smiled faintly as well.
Just then, a nurse poked her head into the room, cleared her throat, and said, “Excuse me for interrupting, but we need to do the tests now.”
“Let’s talk a little longer,” Sam protested, but Caroline quickly stood up and prepared to leave.
“No, we can talk later. We shouldn’t bother them now,” she said. Joan followed him out, but stopped at the door and looked back.
“See you later, kid,” Joan said with a smile, deliberately shaking her head as she left.
The nurse began fiddling with the sensors on his body. Sam thought of his mother and sister, remembering how much they cared for him. It made him happy. They were beautiful, he thought to himself, listening to the shouts in his ears. It was strange he'd never noticed how sexy they were before.
Chapter Three:
The tests took up most of the rest of Sam's day, and when they couldn't tell the doctors anything, they decided his condition wasn't immediately dangerous. He was moved from the intensive care unit to a regular ward, but would remain hospitalized for at least another day for further tests.
Caroline and Joan visited Sam again at dinner, talking about what had happened at school while he was unconscious. Before leaving at the end of their visiting time, they promised to come back to see him early the next morning.
Sam was happy to no longer be connected to IV drips and sensors, but he couldn't sleep. It wasn't that his bed wasn't comfortable, and the environment was dim, even with the faint light in the corridor, but he just couldn't sleep; perhaps three days of sleep had left his body without the need for rest.
Around 2 a.m., the night shift nurses began their rounds. Passing Sam's room, they found him still awake and went inside.
“Hello,” she greeted gently, “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
Sam looked at her. She was quite pretty, with dark brown hair, and a white, form-fitting uniform that accentuated her alluring figure. Even in the dim light, when the color of her eyes wasn’t clear, one could still see the care in them.
“I’m fine,” Sam replied, “I just can’t sleep.” Strangely, the shouting in Sam’s ears seemed to have grown louder, but Sam didn’t feel uncomfortable.
“Can’t sleep?” the nurse repeated.
“Yes,” Sam said. He added with a laugh, “Maybe I have too much energy.”
The nurse laughed at him too. “I think so.” She went to the door and locked it, turned on the light switch, and then returned to Sam’s bedside. That’s when Sam saw the color of her eyes—a bright blue. “But maybe you need…”
“Need what?” Sam was a little confused.
The nurse began unbuttoning her uniform and casually said, "Let's do something to expend your energy."
Sam was surprised, but at the same time, a part of him accepted what was happening and believed it was perfectly normal and right. The nurse quickly took off her uniform and casually placed it on the chair.
Underneath, she was only wearing a white bra and panties. She then bent down to untie her shoelaces, took off her shoes and socks, and then reached behind her back to unbutton her bra, letting it slide down naturally to reveal her impressive breasts.
Her breasts were as large, firm, and beautiful as they had been when she was dressed. The dark nipples stood out against her snow-white skin. Finally, she pulled down her panties, revealing the curly hair between her legs.
Like most young men, Sam secretly kept some adult books, but had never actually seen a woman naked. Especially not one like the one before him, so full and alluring.
"Do you like it?" Seeing Sam staring intently, the nurse asked with a hint of amusement.
"I like it," Sam replied. "You're beautiful!"
"Thank you." The nurse smiled and walked towards him. "Would you like to touch my breasts? Be gentle."
Needing no further encouragement, Sam's hands immediately climbed onto the firm mounds, gently kneading them. His fingers lightly pulled and played with the already hardened nipples. The nurse let out a joyful moan, leaning slightly forward to make it easier for Sam to caress them. Sam spent several minutes stroking her body, intoxicated by the warm touch.
"Can I suck on them?" Sam asked expectantly.
"Of course," the nurse answered without hesitation.
She brought one of the nipples to his lips, and Sam tentatively played with it with his tongue for a while before taking it into his mouth. His action made her sigh with pleasure.
Sam took turns sucking on her firm breasts, teasing the nipples with his tongue, while his hand gently caressed the other breast. At the same time, Sam's other hand reached between her legs, feeling the wetness and warmth there. His fingers lightly stroked her labia, gently penetrating her body, slowly thrusting in and out.
This continued for quite some time until the nurse reluctantly moved away to proceed to the next step. She pulled back Sam's blanket and gently removed his hospital gown.
Sam's penis brought a satisfied smile to her face, and without hesitation, she bent down and took it into her mouth. Due to the movement, her swaying breasts caused her nipples to rub gently against Sam's thighs.
The feeling of his penis being sucked by her warm mouth made Sam feel like he was in heaven. After Sam's penis was fully engorged and lubricated, the nurse climbed onto Sam's bed and straddled him.
Meanwhile, the nurse guided Sam's penis with both hands, aiming it at her already wet vulva, and slowly lowered her body, allowing Sam's penis to smoothly enter her.
"Ahhh, so comfortable!" the nurse gasped. "Now, let's release your energy together."
The nurse moved passionately on Sam's body; this was Sam's first time! The nurse's passion excited Sam to an extreme degree, but at the same time, Sam found that he could easily control himself.
As the nurse used her vagina to manipulate his penis, Sam's hands simultaneously reached up to her breasts, gently kneading her breasts.
Soon, the nurse reached orgasm. At the moment of orgasm, she quickly put her fist into her mouth, silencing her loud moans.
Throughout the entire process, the nurse never stopped stroking Sam's penis, except for a brief pause at the moment of climax. Sam persisted for about twenty minutes before releasing his desire inside the nurse, simultaneously giving her a second, even more intense climax. This feeling was incredible to Sam, completely unlike anything he had experienced during masturbation.
After experiencing two climaxes, the nurse collapsed onto Sam to rest and recover her strength. Sam quietly embraced her, gently stroking her hair and whispering in her ear.
After resting for a while, the nurse left Sam's embrace, gently taking his penis back into her mouth and cleaning the remaining fluids from his penis with her tongue. Then she dressed Sam, covered him with a blanket, and put on her own uniform. After finishing, the nurse went to Sam's side again and gave him a kiss.
"Now, sleep for a while," the nurse said, preparing to leave.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"Jenny, my name is Jenny. Go to sleep."
"Goodnight, Jenny." With that, Sam closed his eyes. This time, Sam fell asleep quickly.
Chapter Four
When he woke up the next day, Sam was somewhat skeptical of the reality of what had happened the night before; perhaps it was just a dream. But the lingering scent of sex on him and the sheets refuted his idea. Perhaps Jenny was just used to having sex with patients who couldn't sleep, but that was too crazy. However, a part of Sam's heart told him that Jenny should have done this.
That day, the doctors conducted more tests on Sam, but still found nothing. When he returned to his ward, Sam saw his mother and sister again. They told him that if there were no major problems, he could be discharged the next day.
"You have to stay another day," Caroline's voice was full of sympathy, "but it's always better to be careful."
"I understand." Sam agreed with Caroline's opinion, but he was more concerned about something else. Would Jenny still have to work tonight?
In the afternoon, Cameron and Gina came to visit Sam. Their expressions were somewhat worried, but they relaxed a bit after seeing that Sam was alright.
"When you collapsed, I thought you were dead," Cameron said, still a little frightened.
Gina gave him an elbow and a glare. "He thought that elf attacked you."
"I didn't," Cameron protested, only to be met with laughter from Sam.
"That's one explanation, though it doesn't feel very real."
"Did the doctors find the cause?" Gina asked.
"They think it might be some kind of epilepsy. And my dad had it too. When Dad was still alive, Mom would sometimes find him unconscious in the living room. Mom thought it was..." Sam didn't finish his sentence.
His father had died in a car accident when he was young. He cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, that might be the reason, but Dad would only be unconscious for a few minutes. They still don't know why I was unconscious for so long."
"Has this happened before?" Cameron asked worriedly.
"No, but as people say, there's always a first time."
At noon, the doctors conducted more tests on Sam. During visiting hours at dusk, Caroline and Joan came to the hospital to stay with Sam until the visiting hours ended. Before leaving, Caroline told Sam that he could be discharged the next morning and they would come to pick him up.
That night, Sam lay in bed again, but this time his heart was filled with anticipation. When the clock struck one, Jenny came to his room as he had hoped. This time Jenny didn't speak, simply turning on the light and closing the door. Then she quickly took off her clothes, casually placing them on a chair, and climbed onto Sam's bed.
They made love continuously, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. Sam's hands didn't miss any part of Jenny's body, constantly stroking it, his tongue greedily licking her breasts, his hands squeezing her firm buttocks.
When his tongue slid over her already wet vulva, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Just like last night, Jenny straddled Sam, inserting his already erect penis into her vagina, and rocked wildly against him. By the time Sam finally ejaculated inside her, she had already experienced several intense orgasms.
As she lingered in the afterglow of her climaxes, Sam held her tightly, repeatedly kissing her forehead.
"Have you... ever done this before?" he finally couldn't help but ask.
Jenny smiled at him: "You mean sex? Of course."
"No, I mean... like this... with a patient..."
"No..." Jenny considered for a moment, "But this time... you want me to do this, don't you?"
"Of course!" Sam answered quickly: "It's so wonderful."
"Me too!" Jenny responded, "It's the most wonderful thing I've ever done. I've never had so many orgasms. It's amazing. And you're still a child. I never thought you could be so amazing, you really surprise me." "
This is my first time," Sam said somewhat shyly.
"Really? Wow! I can't imagine how amazing you'll become with more experience!" Jenny's praise made Sam burst into laughter.
After embracing for a while longer, Jenny reluctantly left Sam's embrace, got up, and put on her clothes. Sam watched with interest. After getting dressed, Jenny returned to his side and gently kissed him.
"You're perfectly fine, which makes me very happy," Jenny said somewhat reluctantly, "but you're being discharged tomorrow, and I'm a little sad
to see you go." "Me too," Sam felt similarly, "Maybe you can come visit me."
"Maybe!" She kissed him again, "Sweet dreams." Then she turned off the light and left.
Chapter Five
To pick Sam up from the hospital, Caroline and Joan arrived early. Sam, in a wheelchair, was pushed into his mother's car by an assistant. This made Sam feel a little embarrassed, but he was still very weak, so he didn't resist much.
Back home, his mother helped him sit comfortably on the sofa, covered him with a blanket, and placed a pile of pillows behind him so he could sit comfortably. Throughout the day, Caroline and Joan had been incredibly kind to him, providing him with whatever he needed—books to keep him entertained, drinks, food, and more. Knowing how important he was to his mother and sister made Sam very happy.
No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that Sam felt a pang of sadness at the thought of no longer receiving such meticulous care once he fully recovered.
The day was quiet. Caroline spent most of the time at home doing chores she hadn't done in a long time and clearing some bills. Joan, unusually, also stayed home to help her mother with chores instead of going out with friends. After finishing her chores, she took her homework to the living room and did it while keeping Sam company.
"Gina said she'll bring me your homework and notes from the past few days tomorrow," Joan told Sam. "That way you can catch up quickly."
"Don't remind me!" Sam cried out in exasperation, Joan's good intentions eliciting a scream from him. "I missed last week's test, and Ms. Grey is probably very enthusiastic about preparing a make-up test for me now."
Joan smiled, gently ruffling Sam's hair into a large bird's nest. "You always complain. Don't you always say algebra is so easy it makes you sleepy?"
That evening, the family of three sat together on the sofa watching Sunday's prime-time program, "The X-Files." Sam once again found his mother and sister incredibly attractive, especially with them sitting on either side of him—or rather, leaning against him.
After a while, Sam gently put his arms around their shoulders. They didn't resist; instead, they leaned even closer to him until the program ended.
If Sam felt embarrassed being pushed around in his wheelchair that morning, the thought of his mother and sister helping him to bed that evening made him feel utterly ashamed. But looking at his still trembling legs, he had no choice but to accept reality. It seemed he would need some time to fully recover.
"It's a pity I have to go to work tomorrow and can't stay home with you," Caroline said, tucking Sam in with a blanket, treating him like a child. “Joan has to go to school too, so she can’t ask for leave. But I’ve already told Mrs. Severson, and she said she’ll come to see you tomorrow and prepare lunch for you.”
“I’m fine,” Sam said somewhat reluctantly, “Don’t bother Mrs. Severson.”
“We still don’t know the details of your condition,” Caroline said firmly, “and she’s happy to help. If you really get better, you might be able to go to school on Tuesday. Now, you need to sleep.”
She gave Sam a goodnight kiss as usual, but to Sam’s surprise, unlike the usual kisses on the cheek, this time Caroline kissed him passionately on the lips. And to Sam’s even greater surprise, Joan also gave him a goodnight kiss, also on the lips.
“Sleep well, young man.” After saying that, she left Sam’s bedroom with her mother.
Lying in bed, Sam thought of Jenny in the hospital; she hadn’t helped him fall asleep that night, which made him feel a little regretful.
But even so, Sam quickly drifted off to sleep.
The second time, before leaving, Caroline and Joan moved Sam to the sofa in the living room again, so that he could sit comfortably. Compared to yesterday, Sam felt much better, but still not quite the same as before. The murmur in his ears was still there, but the sound had weakened to the point that Sam had to pay close attention to hear it. Alone at home, Sam was prepared for a dull day, but at least he had a large collection of books and magazines for company.
Around eleven in the morning, Mrs. Severson came to visit Sam. The sound of the spare key turning in the lock disturbed the tranquility of the house and awakened Sam from his immersion in his book. When the door opened, Sam had just put down his book.
His neighbor was a very friendly young lady with dark blonde hair. She wasn't tall, but had a near-perfect figure. She was attractive, and Caroline got along well with her, but Sam didn't particularly enjoy being with her, although he was always very polite to her.
Mr. Severson was older than his wife, his hair was graying, and he had a rather large belly. He was always busy with engineering projects that Sam couldn't understand, and he didn't spend much time at home each day. His relationship with the Sam family was merely a nodding acquaintance.
Sam was far more familiar with Mrs. Severnson—Luna—than with him.
For Sam, his mother's request for Mrs. Severnson to look after him felt somewhat awkward, as if he hadn't yet learned to take care of himself and still needed a babysitter. But at least visually, Mrs. Severnson provided Sam with considerable entertainment—Sam enjoyed peeking at the sight of her ample breasts swaying under her clothes, and had done so more than once.
As for why Sam didn't particularly enjoy being with Mrs. Severnson, it was because she was an extremely talkative person. As was the case this time, from the moment she entered the door, her mouth never stopped: exclaiming at Sam's "accident," expressing admiration for his recovery, and even more so, expressing sadness that he had missed several days of classes. Although Sam politely answered her condolences, his pitiful words were completely drowned out by Mrs. Severnson's incessant questions and reflections.
Although Mrs. Severnson showed no sign of stopping, she hadn't forgotten why she had come to Sam's house. She first went to the kitchen to check what Caroline had left for Sam for lunch, then returned to the living room to cover him with a blanket so he could sit more comfortably.
Mrs. Sevenson was wearing a light blue, fitted plaid dress today, and as she bent down to tuck the blanket in, Sam could clearly see her breasts, covered by her dress, swaying with her movements. Unfortunately, Sam wasn't quick enough today, so when Mrs. Sevenson looked at him, his gaze was a beat too slow, allowing her to notice where he was looking.
Caught red-faced, Sam's face flushed, but Mrs. Sevenson just smiled, showing no anger.
"I never would have guessed Sam was such a little lecher!" Mrs. Sevenson said with a laugh.
"I'm so sorry," Sam said timidly, his voice trembling with fear.
"Yes, you should feel ashamed," Mrs. Sevenson's voice lacked the expected anger, instead carrying a hint of teasing. “You know what? Looking at my breasts like that is very, very inappropriate.”
Sam was somewhat surprised by Mrs. Severson’s response, but not entirely unexpected. It was as if some part of him had expected Mrs. Severson to have this reaction.
“Oh, yes, your breasts are really beautiful,” words that Sam would never normally utter escaped his lips, “I really can’t help looking at them.”
Mrs. Severson seemed to find Sam’s words amusing. “How lecherous!” she criticized, “So, you like looking at my breasts, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Sam could only agree with her.
“Then, if I take off my dress so you can see them more clearly, you’ll be even happier, won’t you?” she continued to tease Sam.
“Of course!”
“Then,” Mrs. Severson said, turning to him, “since you’re still a patient… could you unzip my dress for me?”
Sam unzipped the back of her dress, and then Mrs. Severson straightened up, letting the dress slide to the floor. When she turned back to Sam, she was only wearing a plain white lace bra.
"Hmm..." Mrs. Sevenson's gaze towards Sam held a hint of provocation.
"Very, very beautiful," Sam praised, "but..."
"But what?"
"But I would be even happier if you took off your bra too." "
You're really not your average lecher," Mrs. Sevenson exclaimed, and as Sam had suggested, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts directly to Sam's eyes. Her breasts were larger than Jenny's, and her nipples were a darker color. Now Mrs. Sevenson was standing in front of Sam wearing only her underwear and tennis shoes.
"You have a pair of beautiful breasts," Sam said, not holding back his praise.
"Thank you, but I think you'd like it even better if I let you touch them."
"Yes!"
"You want to kiss them too?"
"Yes!"
"And of course, you want to suckle my nipples?"
"Yes! I really want to."
"This is the first time I've met such a little pervert!" Mrs. Sevenson said, sitting down next to Sam so he could easily play with her breasts.
Sam spent a long time rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingers, slowly pulling and rotating them. Sam also licked her nipples with the tip of his tongue from time to time, circling her areolas. Sometimes he would gently bite her nipples with his teeth and suckle them in his mouth. Although Mrs. Sevenson kept saying how lewd Sam was, Sam knew that it actually brought her great pleasure.
About ten minutes later, Mrs. Severson's breathing became noticeably rapid, and her moans made it difficult for her to continue commenting on Sam's actions. Soon, she was completely speechless, only pressing Sam's head forcefully against her chest and moaning loudly.
After a while, her originally fair skin flushed crimson, and as her body tensed, she let out a high-pitched cry. This told Sam that Mrs. Severson had reached orgasm under his manipulation.
After the orgasm, Mrs. Severson—or perhaps she should be called Luna, Sam secretly used a more intimate term—rested for a while before getting off Sam: "I should go prepare lunch; I've wasted too much time on your lewd behavior." After saying this, she went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, making no intention of putting her clothes back on. A little while later, Luna prepared
lunch, placed it on a tray, and brought it to Sam. At the same time, Luna also prepared a portion for herself, sat in the chair opposite Sam, and ate with him. They remained silent throughout the meal, but Sam's gaze kept drifting to Luna's completely bare breasts. He also noticed that Luna had taken off her shoes and socks in the kitchen, and now she was only wearing her underwear.
After lunch, Luna cleared the table. Then, sitting back down, she gave Sam an alluring smile.
"Are you full, you little pervert? Want some dessert?"
"I think I can still eat."
"Well then," Luna stood up, took off her underwear, and as she sat down, spread her legs, revealing her private area to Sam. Hidden beneath the dense foliage was a already wet vulva and labia swollen with arousal. Feeling Sam's burning gaze, Luna spread her legs even wider, allowing Sam a clearer view.
"Want to try some?" Luna teased.
Invited by Luna, Sam, who had almost fully recovered his strength, left the sofa where he had spent the entire morning, walked to Luna, knelt between her legs, and tentatively licked her vulva. This caused Luna to let out a joyful moan.
At the same time, Sam, finding the taste quite pleasant, continued to lick. Although all of Sam's knowledge about oral sex came from books and he had no practical experience, it now felt like instinct.
Soon, Luna succumbed to his tongue, constantly crying out in pleasure: "No...don't...don't stop...more...more...ah...ahhh!!"
As Luna's excitement continued to rise, Sam inserted his fingers into Luna's vagina, thrusting them in and out. One, two, three, gradually increasing. Soon, Luna reached her second orgasm of the day with screams. Luna pulled Sam up, hugged him tightly, and kissed him passionately, letting the love juice from his lips smear all over her face. Only after calming down a little did Luna release Sam.
"That's wonderful, you little pervert," she said, her breathing still not back to normal, as she began to undress Sam. "Now it's my turn for dessert!"
Today, Sam was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, which were quickly stripped off by the impatient Luna. Luna passionately kissed and licked Sam's body, her tongue swirling around his nipples. She took Sam's penis into her mouth and sucked on it.
At the hospital, Jenny had also given Sam oral sex, but her method was very different from Luna's. She kept sucking on Sam's penis, teasing the tip with her tongue, and moving her head back and forth, letting Sam's penis thrust in and out of her mouth. Sam closed his eyes, wholeheartedly savoring this delicate pleasure. He felt that he could continue in this pleasure indefinitely, and that ejaculating as many times as he wanted was not a problem at all.
After letting Luna suck for several minutes, Sam released the urge to ejaculate, and white semen shot out into Luna's mouth. Like devouring the most delicious erotic food, Luna swallowed it all.
Sam, though he had just ejaculated, showed no signs of softening. Pulling his penis out of Luna's mouth, Sam roughly pushed her down onto the sofa, spreading her legs to expose her already wet vulva. Adjusting his position slightly, aiming his penis at Luna's vagina, Sam thrust in without hesitation. The feeling of being filled made Luna moan with satisfaction.
"Oh! You little pervert, put your big cock in my pussy," Luna gasped, "Do you want to fuck me?"
"No, I'm already fucking you." Sam vigorously piston-like thrusts into Luna.
"Yes...you're fucking me...fucking my...my pussy...!!" Intense pleasure surged through Luna, her words turning into joyful moans. Within minutes, Luna reached another powerful climax.
Still not satisfied, Sam wanted to try something new. After withdrawing his penis, he instructed Luna, who was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, to turn over and lie face down on the sofa.
Luna obediently turned over and spread her legs wide. Sam used his hands to spread her buttocks and pressed the head of his penis against her tight anus.
The pain of the anal penetration made Luna scream, but she did not resist at all, only trying to endure the pain and pleasure of her first anal sex, murmuring repeatedly, "Oh~~ you little pervert is going to fuck my asshole... I'm going to fly... I'm going to fly..."
Encouraged by Luna, Sam penetrated deeper into Luna's body. The feeling there was very different from her vagina; it was very tight, and the friction was much greater. After several thrusts, Sam reached his limit and ejaculated into Luna's rectum. With Sam's release of desire, Luna reached orgasm again.
After releasing, the two exhausted people lay on the sofa in each other's arms. After a short rest, Sam withdrew his softened penis from Luna's rectum. Luna struggled to her feet, staggered to the bathroom, wet a towel, and returned to the living room to clean herself and Sam.
While Luna was drying him, Sam's hand continued to wander restlessly over Luna's body. Finally, Luna, blushing deeply, hurriedly dressed after cleaning up and prepared to leave.
"Well, I hope you recover soon, Sam," Luna told Sam, "but if you need care, I'll be happy to serve you—anytime."
After a long, farewell French kiss, he said to Luna, who was giggling, "I'll tell you... you little vixen."

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