Even letting Sarah’s emotion completely inside him was a difficult task. They were so foreign respect what he used to feel as a boy. Unbeknownst to him was that this emotions, where really Sarah’s, they were the mere manifestation of femminity and womanhood. It was the estrogen which richly flood in his blood that was drowning him in a concentrate of women feelings. Growing up Sarah had learned how to tame, control and ignore some of this emotional states, but Jon had no idea neither any experience with it.
In his hope to fine a way to communicate with Sarah he followed the strongest of this emotional flows. He felt hotter and hotter, excitement was growing. It was completely different to the motherhood state of mind, which was warm, protective and calm, this one was hot like burning, he could feel his womb part growing in excitement. Blood rushed to the clitoris, swelling it and forcing his labia libs something apart. Jon started to drool his growing excitement was wetting all Sarah’s pussy. He couldn’t think clear anymore, he needed release from this sudden wave of hot excitement.
For a moment he thought to have a seen a dick under the skirt. It would have been wonderful if he could taste a dick for a second time. It had given him the strongest of orgasm, it had been seven heaven. Unfortunately it wasn’t a dick, just Sarah’s finger, which was quickly checking for the sudden dampness. However even the slightest of her touch had send Jon through a shock. His horniness increased, his need of a release was at maximum level, he wanted to be fucked, he needed to be mated. Like in a blur or some kind of dream he could hear giggles, he didn’t know if it was real or his imagination. It was even difficult to describe, it was like if the emotion was communicating with him. There were no words, no images, only the perception of a goal of an answer. He tried to concentrate on it and the more his excitement and horniness grew the more he could somehow understand what this emotion was. It was sex and reproduction, a basic and strong instinct, which was growing stronger and stronger inside him. A pussy’s life could be enthusiastic, if he would only give in into basic instincts he could live the most wonderful of lives. The sexual pressure was building, it was nearly impossible to think clear anymore. He needed release, he needed a dick.
In this moment other smaller emotions approached, Jon could feel that they knew how to achieve release, how to get a blissful fuck. They were sex appeal, flirt and many other emotions and state of mind that woman used to pick up a guy. Like a bolt from the blue Jon knew that of he wanted release, if he wanted a dick, if he wanted to feel good like never in his life, he needed to support Sarah in finding a mating partner. The growing sense of frustration and excitement made it impossible to use rational thinking. He was at the mercy of the pure state of emotions and it was impossible to escape their instinctive strength.
Meanwhile Sarah could feel how a strong sensation of warmth was growing inside her. With effort and experience she managed to keep her under control, but most likely she would seek a moment of self-pleasure tonight. She had always had a sexually active and precocious life, but Sarah very much hoped that in the next few days she Joan she would calm down a little. Knowing that Joan was so desperate to have an orgasm she was turning her on. Maybe she had to keep him on hold for a little while longer, she could feel how she was getting lost more and more in the primal essence of being a vagina.
So she decided to focus on something else as best she could. After school she tried not to think about him, it wasn't easy but she felt that she could and she had to find a way not to be influenced. It was she who always had to be in control.
After school she decided to make an appointment with the beautician. Biff hadn't said anything yesterday, but she was used to a beautiful, completely shaved vagina. Shortly thereafter she found herself lying on the bed ready for a laser session. To her bewilderment she had to ask for some handkerchiefs to dry her private parts, Joan didn't seem to want to stop drooling.
Time for Jon was running different now, hours could pass in a moment like never passing single moments. Lost in his most primal instincts, he tried incessantly to send signals to Sarah. He needed her to mate and to do so immediately. He was so intent on just thinking about what he stopped seeing, hearing and smelling. It was as if his whole self was focused only on getting one thing: release.
But unfulfilled excitement does not fade by itself, it changes in a sense of frustration. The hormone level was slowly returning to normal, but on the contrary, his dissatisfaction grew over time. He was so busy dealing with these emotions that he realized only halfway through that something hot was burning his hair follicles one by one. Jon started screaming, the pain was very strong even always short-lived, he felt as if individual pieces of his flesh were being burned quickly. What he could see was a large hand clutching a kind of pointer from which a very hot ray repeatedly emanated.
Sarah sensed it and with a grimace of pain sneered: "Welcome back Joan, don't worry we're almost done, you'll see that you'll be beautiful afterwards." And actually a short time later the beautician had finished her work. Sarah and Jon through several mirrors positioned in the room they could see how Sara's white skin was almost fiery red at the intervention point. But as soon as the operator applied a refreshing ointment both Sarah and Jon breathed a sigh of relief. The soothing action immediately took effect, anesthetizing and refreshing the part of the skin.
Jon rediscovered once again how he no longer had free choice. Sarah dressed and resumed her day. Without ever speaking to Jon, without ever letting him participate in her movements and her intentions. Jon could only guess what the place where she was or what she was doing might be. He surely overheard several muffled phone calls to her friends, then a ride inside the house, another quick pee, dinner time. All this only heightened his sense of frustration, as well as the incessant and intense need for an orgasm he was realizing that he was now just a piece of someone.
