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Standard disclaimers aply:
Don't read if you're underage, or offended by sexual content, don't try
any of this at home, and remember it's all make believe.
Comments and criticism are always welcome. I apologize in advance for
any grammer or spelling errors. Enjoy.
Cindy's New Program
By Farleven
2000
Part 2
A short while later Josh returned holding a pair of scissors.
"Here, you'll need these. It's been decided that you're to be returned
to Penbrooke as soon as possible. We're going to need the space. There
was a cheerleader conference scheduled at the local university,
and were going to be busy processing them this week."
Cindy flinched as Josh licked his lips, taking the scissors from
him. "What do I need these for?"
"You'll see."
Cindy felt the familiar tingle in her neck and found herself
walking over to the pile of discarded clothes at the side of the bed.
Cindy felt like a puppet, her arms and legs moving without her orders.
Yesterday she had been scared and then swept away by her fucking. Now
she was fully resigned to her fate and felt the odd sensation of being
an observer in her own body.
While Cindy was wrapped up in thought of her new state, she reached
down and picked out her pants and blouse from the pile, setting them on
the bed. She picked up the scissors and quickly sliced up both
garments. She cut her pants right where the pant legs met the crotch,
leaving only enough cloth to cover her bush and the top of her ass. Her
blouse was cut almost in half and the sleeves were removed, Cindy
estimated it would leave just enough to cover her chest, if that. Once
she finished she handed the scissors back to Josh and considered that
she would almost rather go out naked than in these abbreviated clothes.
"Well, we do have to keep up some appearances. It wouldn't do for
you to go about naked on the outside. We haven't gotten everyone yet,
and most people just wouldn't understand. Now, you need to get dressed
so you can get going. Don't bother with the underwear, you won't be
wearing them anymore." Josh explained.
Cindy quickly complied, pulling up the pants and putting on the
remains of her blouse. She found that she could only button the bottom
few buttons, just enough to hold the garment together in the middle.
Her cleavage clearly showed at the top and the blouse had been cut up so
far that the bottom of her breasts peaked out from the below. Cindy
wasn't sure if she preferred this to just going around naked. She felt
like a tramp dressed like she was, and that was almost a greater
indignity.
"You look wonderful, your driver's waiting." Josh waved her to the
door.
Cindy walked out into the hallway and found Megan waiting there.
Megan was dressed much the same as Cindy was. Megan's pants had been
cut in the same style, though she wore a sheer white tank top instead of
a blouse. The tank top was obviously a size too small, her C cup
breasts strained against the fabric, her areola clearly showing through
the white fabric, and the bottom of the tank top rested just below the
crimson circles at the tips of breasts. Megan's light brown hair had
been pulled back in a rough ponytail, leaving stragglers hanging around
her head. Megan's skin still shimmered with sweat from the workout she
had just endured, her brown eyes still clouded by the orgasm she was
still recovering from. As she saw Cindy look her over, Megan blushed,
embarrassed at every aspect of her appearance and the distinctive smell
of sex that came from between her legs.
Josh whistled, as he looked Megan over. "It's too bad we didn't
have time to have a little party." He casually lifted up Megan's shirt
and fondled her breast. Megan whimpered but didn't pull back.
"You'll have to come back again. I'll be sure to get you on my
schedule." Josh reached down Megan's shorts and cupped her mound,
eliciting another whimper and a deeper shade of red across her skin.
"Now remember, you need to tell Cindy the standard lecture. It'll be
easier on her if she knows what to expect before it happens."
Megan nodded her head as Josh continued to grope her. Cindy
watched the scene with surprise. Megan hadn't been exceptionally
conservative in dress or conduct, but Cindy never expected her to just
hold still and take this kind of treatment. This as much as anything
else that had happened left Cindy wondering how long it would be before
she complied regardless of a tingle from the base of her neck.
"Alright then, have a nice trip. Come back again soon, ladies."
Josh reached around and grabbed hold both girls on the ass before
leaving them standing in silence.
They stood in silence for a moment before Megan began sniffling.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about all this."
Cindy embraced her friend as she sobbed. "It's okay, you couldn't
have done anything. Now, let's get out of here."
Megan cried for a few more minutes holding on to her friend. She
sniffled again then pulled back, pulling her meager covering back over
her breasts. "Okay."
They walked in silence the rest of the way out. They were met with
whistles and leers by almost every man walking past. Every naked girl
exchanged looks of pity with them. Several times they were stopped as
they made their way out of the facility to be groped by some passerby.
Megan took the encounters with as much grace as she had left, reseating
her clothes after each handling. Cindy resisted the first time,
slapping the attacker and pulling away. With a tingle at the back of
her neck Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and presented her breasts to the
staffer. He fondled her for a few minutes before letting the two girls
go on their way. In return for her resistance, Cindy was forced to walk
the rest of the way with her breasts thrust out and exposed, offering a
feel to every man that walked by.
"The ones in charge don't like you to fight back. It's bad enough
having to follow their standard program without adding to it." Megan
warmed her.
Cindy's task of offering her charms to every passerby slowed their
progress considerably, but at long last, they made it to the main
entrance. As soon as she walked past the receptionist's desk, Cindy
rebuttoned her blouse. Cindy was glad it was over, though she wondered
what further humiliations she would be forced to endure.
A valet brought up Megan's car and soon they were on the open road,
heading for Penbrooke.
"How are you holding up?" Megan asked, placing a comforting hand
on her friend's leg as she drove.
"Okay, I guess. This is a lot to take in, being turned into some
kind of sex puppet." Cindy answered. "How long has it been for you?"
"It seems like forever, but it's only been about two weeks." Megan
answered. "The first days are the worst. Getting used to all the
changes they make to you."
"Like what?"
"First is the clothes. We dress like this all the time were out of
the house, unless we're ordered to dress up for something. If we're
inside a building, we strip at the front door and go naked. The worst
thing is the impulses though." Megan explained.
"Impulses?" Cindy asked.
"That's what we call them anyway. It's completely random, you just
get an urge to do some sex thing with someone. You'll be walking past a
guy on the street and the next thing you know you're fucking him, right
there in public." Megan explained, a glimmer of lust in her eyes with
the last admission. "It doesn't stop at straight fucking. There isn't
an act you won't do, anytime, anywhere with anyone. The only good thing
is you always end with one of these great orgasms."
Cindy recoiled a bit at Megan's description of her future. She was
also a bit shocked at Megan's lusty reaction to her descriptions. Cindy
wondered if she would be the same way soon, wistfully waiting for her
next impulse to fuck someone.
"How did this happen to Penbrooke?" Cindy asked.
"Well, everything seemed to change after this free concert came to
town." Megan began.
The Fall of Penbrooke:
Megan had been surprised when she heard about the free concert
being held by her favorite band that Friday. She regretted that Cindy
was off on vacation and would miss it, but Megan wasn't about to deprive
herself of the experience.
The concert itself hadn't been as good as Megan had hoped. The
band seemed wooden, as if their heart wasn't into their performance. An
odd sound from the speakers had also cropped up from time to time and by
the time the concert was over she was slightly nauseous. On her way
out, she was offered souvenir black disks with the band's name on them.
They had plenty and told her to take one for each of her family. Megan
did so, though she knew none of her family would care. It was still a
neat souvenir.
When she reached home, Megan began feeling strange again. The
concert had gotten out late, and the rest of her family was asleep when
she had gotten back. Still feeling strange, she walked up the stairs to
the bedrooms and placed a souvenir on the back of the neck of her
parents and older sister. Megan didn't know why she did it but felt
compelled to do so. As soon as she was finished, she walked over to a
phone and dialed a number. When it answered, she pressed several
buttons and hung up. As she let go of the receiver she sat down on the
floor and slipped into unconsciousness.
The next thing Megan remembered was waking up on a bed. She tossed
for a moment before realizing it wasn't her bed and bolted upright. She
was greeted with the sight of thousands of people sitting in the seats
of the concert hall she had been at the night before, all looking at
her. She sat on the bed, wondering if she was having some kind of
dream. She didn't feel like she was dreaming but still she was sitting
on a stage in front of thousands of people. She looked around the
stage, several cameras were pointed at her, and a Mic hovered just above
the bed. As she turned to the back of the stage, she saw herself, on
the projection screens that lined the end of the stage.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Penbrooke. I'm here to
introduce you to your new way of life."
Megan looked to see an older man walk out onto the stage, holding a
microphone. She wondered what he was talking about.
The concert hall maintained an eerie silence at the man's comment.
The audience remained quiet, staring down on the stage.
"I am Brice Pearson, an associate with Human Resources
International, and I am proud to announce that Penbrooke has now joined
the HRI world community. At HRI, we believe in unlocking human
potential, and channeling it in positive directions. To facilitate this
we use technology to unlock your inhibitions and manage your
capabilities for greatest effect. To demonstrate the HRI advantage in
personnel management we will have a presentation with the lovely Megan
Carm from Penbrooke High on the HRI evaluation process. Please enjoy
the presentation. After Megan has finished we'll take you in sections
for your own evaluations." Pearson explained with practiced
professionalism. Once he finished, he pulled back to the side and the
cameras switched back to Megan, who still sat on the edge of the bed.
Megan wondered what he could be talking about. She certainly
didn't want any part of this and tried to get up. No matter how hard
she tried, her legs refused to let her up and she remained seated. She
was about to risk crawling away when Brice spoke again.
"First we test our control with a simple exercise."
Megan felt an odd tingling sensation at the base of her neck.
Before she could reach back to find the source, she found herself
standing up and walking to the edge of the stage, only a few feet in
front of the bed. Fear swept through her as she wondered what had
caused her to do that. She looked down at the front rows of the
audience in front of her, recognizing many of her fellow classmates
mixed in with neighbor and other townsfolk.
As she stopped at the edge of the stage, her hands reached down,
grabbing the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing. With one long pull,
she found herself standing in front of the town of Penbrooke topless,
except for her bra. Megan instantly went red with embarrassment, her
body, however, continued with the demonstration. As soon as her hand
dropped her shirt to the stage, she found herself thrusting out her
chest, her hands went between the cups of her bra and unclasped it. A
moment later, her bra joined her shirt on the stage, her nipples
hardening involuntarily from the slight chill in the air. She felt her
upper body twist, jiggling her perky breasts for the entire town. Megan
had never been so embarrassed, but only the crimson hue of her skin gave
away her feelings as she gave the crowd her best school girl smile.
With another casual movement, her hands unzipped her pants and pulled
them down her hips, allowing them to pile up around her ankles. With
that she bent over, pulled off her shoes and socks, and stepped out of
her pants. Her hands traced back up her legs, until they reached the
waistband of her panties. Again, her hands pulled down over her hips,
letting her last garment fall to the floor.
Now nude, Megan found herself beginning a dance on stage. Her hips
swayed gently, her hands coursed over her body, tracing her curves.
Occasionally, she would cup her breasts as if presenting them to the
audience or jiggle them invitingly. She would bend over with her legs
spread, giving the audience an unencumbered view of her pussy. As she
continued this lewd display, inside Megan was scared and embarrassed.
She felt like a puppet as she swayed and caressed her body in front of
much of the town of Penbrooke.
"Isn't she beautiful? That is stage one of our evaluation process,
showing us that our members are fully compliant with any
request. Next Megan will demonstrate stage two of our evaluation."
Megan felt another tingle in her neck, and gave the audience one
more out-thrust jiggle of her breasts. She turned back to the bed, and
lay down in the center. Her legs parted and her hands began to massage
her sensitive spots. Megan felt a wave of arousal flow through her as
her hands rubbed her clit and kneaded her breasts. She wondered what
had been done to her to get her to act like this. Still, her fear and
apprehension were quickly being washed away by her growing arousal. She
had masturbated before but never had she gotten such a strong reaction.
She felt the hand between her legs get damp as her juices began
flowing. As she lay there writhing in passion, she wondered what would
come next.
Megan didn't have long to wait. A jolt on the bed caused her to
look beside her. The lead singer of the band from last night was laying
beside her, completely naked with a raging erection. As he caressed her
breasts, Megan swore she was dreaming again. She had fantasies about
him before, especially while masturbating, and now she knew he was going
to make love to her. Megan wasn't a virgin; she had lost that in the
cramped back seat of her last boyfriend's car. It hadn't been a good
experience, but Megan hadn't been completely turned off to sex, just
more wary about it. Now in thrall by some strange force, she found
solace in her fantasies and waited for him to take her.
He didn't make her wait long. He massaged her breasts for just a
few moments before rolling on top of her. Megan spread her legs wide,
and found her hand going between her legs to grab his member. As she
did, he pushed forward slightly, and she guided him into her soft folds,
parting her nether lips with the head of his member. He quickly found
his mark and pushed into her with a slow steady thrust. Megan let out
an extended moan as he sank into her depths, filling her completely, her
passionate voice amplified by the sound system echoed through the room.
With that they kissed, long and tender, joined intimately before
thousands of people. Megan was on fire, locked in complete arousal, the
fact that she was in front of an audience completely forgotten. As he
rested inside her, she began humping against him, her hands exploring
her lover's back. He moved his hands down, stilling her hips. He then
began to pull back, slowly pulling out of Megan's tight depths. As he
pulled out, Megan gasped, relishing the sensation of her own inner folds
collapsing as he pulled out, his member rubbing her sensitive flesh as
it withdrew. By the time he had pulled himself back to her gates, Megan
could barely contain herself as he held her hips from moving to engulf
him again. He sat at her gates, teasing her for a moment, before
plunging forward again with a slow measured thrust. Megan was focused
on his member as it slowly plowed into her, filling her again. So
wrapped up in the sensations, Megan didn't notice her own vaginal
muscles pulsing with precision around the impaling member. Her partner
continued his slow steady thrusts for some time, keeping Megan burning
with pleasure, moaning with each down stroke and gasping with each
withdrawal.
Her lover began to pick up the pace slowly, and released Megan's
hips. Megan immediately felt her hips meeting his thrusts, first
casually, and then with greater urgency as the pace increased. Megan
kissed him again, holding his head to her lips as they pistoned against
each other. He wrapped his arms around her back, pumping hard into
her. Megan felt as if they were melding into one being as she wrapped
her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her hips, kissing him
passionately, her breasts flattened against him. She was at the apex of
sensation, engulfed by passion. Between each passionate kiss, Megan
writhed in passion, grunting with animalistic lust with each deep
penetration.
Megan felt the thrusts become more frantic, her hips bucked wildly,
meeting her lovers frenzied motion. She knew instinctively that he was
about to come and just as she realized it, she felt a spreading warmth
within her. Her orgasm hit powerfully. Her head fell back, a lust
filled scream passed her lips, as she was overcome by the release of all
the sexual tension built up within her. Her lover gradually slowed his
pace as his member grew soft. Megan was beyond reach as she was washed
away in pleasure. She barely noticed as her lover withdrew from her
folds and left the stage. Only the booming voice of the announcer
brought her back to the present.
"Isn't she wonderful? Megan will continue with the demonstration
as you begin your own evaluations. Good luck in your new life as
members of HRI. After your evaluations are finished you'll each receive
an individual tutorial on all the benefits and responsibilities of HRI
membership. Have a great day."
Megan remained laying for a few minutes. Her breasts heaved as she
recovered from the exertion. She felt his seed and her juices seeping
from her pussy and dripping down between her widely spread legs. As she
recovered from her orgasm, she gradually became aware of her
surroundings again. She couldn't believe she had just fucked a guy in
front of the town, She again noticed her inability to control her
actions as she lay there, spread bare in front of everyone.
Her breathing slowed after a few minutes and her body turned and
sat up on the bed. She crawled over to the edge and reached
underneath. Megan was concerned when her hand pulled back a box of sex
toys. Her hands quickly pulled back a large vibrating dildo and a hand
held massager. She lay back on the bed, turned on both devices and
spread her legs. She looked up to see a camera pointed down at her as
she began pushing the dildo into her pussy. Her hands moved of their
own volition, and soon she was heaving in the throws of passion again.
Her right hand slowly worked the dildo into her, parting herself more
widely then ever before. The dildo was considerably larger than either
of her past experiences and she found herself in awe as she split her
self open with the toy. Her pussy was on fire as she slowly impaled
herself on the vibrating phallus. Her other hand spreading pleasure as
she ran the massager over both her sensitive breasts.
Megan lay there, moaning in pleasure for hours as the concert hall
gradually was emptied of its inhabitants. Megan continued her
demonstration of self pleasuring techniques the entire time, writhing
and bucking with pleasure as her body ran out its program. Her
awareness of her situation faded in and out as her passion ebbed and
flowed. Still, the all consuming passion parted enough for Megan to
feel like a puppet only occasionally. As she moaned and squealed from
her self pleasuring, Megan didn't feel another orgasm the entire time.
Even as her every sense burned with passion, release never came. Only
when the last of the audience left the hall did relief come. As she
heard the door shut, a tidal wave of pleasure was let loose upon the
writhing girl. The torrent consumed her, an impassioned scream echoed
in the room till her breath was gone. Exhausted, Megan fell into a deep
sleep as her orgasm fell away.
*****
Megan awoke some time later, aching with every muscle, especially
her crotch. She still felt full and sent a hand between her legs. She
found the now motionless dildo still buried fully inside her. She
gripped it and pulled it out with a pop. Megan gasped as she pulled its
lubricated, ridged surface across her sensitive folds. After that she
rested for a few more minutes before moving to get up. Her display from
the day before haunted her. Megan wondered what had possessed her, and
now she wondered why she had been left naked on the stage. She knew she
had completely humiliated herself in front of everyone. She recalled
the boys who had watched from the front row as she had stripped in front
of them. She had gone to school with them, even rebuffed some of their
advances, now she'd be in their wet dreams and fantasies. She shivered
at the thought, which brought her back to her current predicament, that
of being naked on stage.
At the least she was grateful to have control back. Her limbs
weren't doing anything without her permission. She pulled herself to
the edge of the bed and looked around the stage. She found her clothes
sitting on a chair beside the bed. She got up and walked over and
discovered a pair of scissors and a note on top of her garments. She
pulled out the note and read it.
Hello Megan!
Welcome to the HRI family. You're wonderful demonstration helped us to
more easily evaluate your fellow townsfolk. Now that the evaluation
process is over, you are free to return home, and begin your new life as
a member of HRI. A pair of scissors has been left to help you modify
your wardrobe appropriately. Also our introduction package is included
to help educate you on the benefits and responsibilities of your
membership with HRI. Thanks again for your assistance.
Brice Pearson
p.s. Don't worry about wearing underwear, you'll find you can't and a
beautiful you women like you shouldn't worry about such things anyway.
Megan put down the letter and looked at her clothes. She wondered
what he meant about modifying her wardrobe. She picked up the scissors
and found her hands operating of their own will again. She watched as
she pulled out her pants and T-shirt and gave them several cuts. When
her hands finished Megan looked down at the remains of her shirt and
pants. She had removed both pant legs from her jeans and had cut her
T-shirt in half, then removed the sleeves. She looked over her hands in
surprise at their independent action, still not used to her limbs moving
without directions from her own thoughts. Megan then tried to put on
her bra. Just as the note had warned she found herself incapable of
putting on the garment. At that point Megan resolved herself to getting
out of the concert hall. Choosing the path of least resistance, she put
on the shirt and pants, shocked by the wanton image they created. Her
pants were cut so high that only her bush and the top of her ass were
covered. The bottom of her breasts peaked out from below her shirt.
Megan quickly put her shoes on and got herself out of the hall, being
sure to take the rest of the information with her. She wanted to get
home where she hoped to come to grips with the strange events that had
gripped her.
Megan lived only a few blocks from the concert hall and quickly
walked home. Once she was outside, everything seemed normal for a bit,
then she spotted a women walking the other direction. The women was
dressed in basically the same indecent way as Megan herself, and it took
Megan a moment to recognize her as the Miss Finnley, one of Penbrooke's
teachers. Megan was shocked that Miss Finnley would go out in public
like that, normally being one to be covered from head to toe, and always
chastising girls for lewd behavior. This just fueled her desire to get
home and Megan speeded her pace as much as she dared, not wanting to
risk her breasts bouncing free from her shirt.
As she passed through her front door, Megan breathed a sigh of
relief, only to be cut short as her hands started moving again. In
moments they had stripped her of her meager clothing, and she stood
naked in her living room. Megan went to pick up the information packet
she had been left when she heard an odd sound from upstairs. Megan ran
up the stairs, forgetting her nudity for the moment. As she cleared the
top, she noticed the sounds coming from every upstairs bedroom but
hers. The sounds of grunting and squealing, the squeaking of bed
springs and the slapping of flesh filled the air. Megan knew what that
meant, and her own morbid curiosity got the better of her.
Megan walked quietly down the hallway, the carpeted floor
completely masking her foot falls. Her older sister's room was first,
the sounds of squeaking bedsprings coming out of the open door. Megan
peaked around the corner, careful not to bring attention to herself.
Her older sister Mary was laying on her back, her legs spread, meeting
the thrusts of the cock that was plunging into her. Mary's breasts were
being mauled by her lovers hands, as she grunted in time with his
thrusts. Megan looked on in astonishment as she watched her own father
give her older sister a rousing fuck. If she hadn't been standing there
she would never have believed such a thing possible, but the groans and
grunts accentuated by the squeaking bed told Megan it was real.
Megan stepped back in amazement, then quickly moved towards the
next source of lustful sounds, her little brother Billy's room. The
scene there was still shocking, but only in comparison to the way things
had been, not what was going on in Mary's room. Magen's friend Sara was
on her hands and knees squealing with each of Billy's thrusts. Billy's
hands held onto Sara's waist as he pounded away at her, panting as he
did. Sara bounced with each thrust, her hair cascading wildly, her
breasts jumping forward and back. Megan watched them for a few minutes,
a tingle of arousal running through her. She hadn't realized how mature
her little brother had gotten, but the look of ecstasy on Sara's face
told Megan he had grown up to be a man.
The sounds from the master bedroom beckoned Megan, however, and she
turned away from her brother's room and peered through the open door of
her parent's bedroom. Megan's mother was on her back, her legs spread
wide, humping back against a strap on cock! Megan gasped as she saw
Brenda, another of her friends, laying between her mother's legs humping
away with a strap on. Megan's mother was moaning as she kissed Brenda,
their ample breasts rubbing nipple to nipple. Megan had never imagined
such a scene, and she stepped back into the hallway surrounded by the
sounds of passion from every room. Her own arousal beginning to burn
again. Megan began to massage her clit wondering just what had happened
to the world.
Even as she stood in the hallway, watching her mother and Brenda
match their thrusts, Megan felt drawn. She walked back down the hall,
looking in on the lewd scenes. In Billy's room, Sara's hips beat back
against Billy's thrusts. Her squeals still filling the air each time
Billy plows into her. In her sister's room, Anne was laying back
grunting hard as her father holds her hips in place, pounding into his
daughter's willing flesh with renewed vigor. Megan turns from these
scenes, now rubbing her clit furiously as she feels herself walk
downstairs.
A sudden knock from the door draws Megan's attention. With one
hand still rubbing between her legs, she opens the door. Megan stands
there, masturbating nude before the visitor. He gave her a strange
look, then walks into the house, dropping his shorts as soon as he is
through the threshold. Still stroking her clit, Megan's other hand
begins working on her breast as she looks over her visitor. He looks a
few years older than her, with short black hair and a plain face.
Normally Megan would have turned down any advances from him, but now she
was drawn to him, and especially the erection he was sporting. She
pulled her hands away from her body, and wrapped herself around him,
kissing him as she explore his back with her hands. The visitor kissed
back passionately, his own hands exploring Megan's body as they mashed
against each other. Megan gasped as his hand cupped her mound from
behind, his fingers parting her nether lips, teasing her and exploring
her intimate folds.
Without words, they pulled apart, the strangers hand still playing
between Megan's legs as they quickly navigated over to the living room
couch. Megan was awash in sensation, completely pliant to every impulse
she felt, moaning as her intimate flesh was caressed between her legs.
She walked to the back side of the couch her companion still teasing her
nether lips, resting her hands and chin on the back of the couch. She
juts her ass up into the air as best she can, spreading her legs, and
leaving her pussy open. The visitor positioned himself behind her,
removed his moistened fingers from Megan's pussy, and gently
repositioned her hips. A moment later, Megan felt the tip of his member
part her nether lips. She whimpered as he teased her lips with the tip
of her member as he rubbed it up and down the sensitive flesh. With a
pop she felt him find her entrance and she began humping back against
him, trying to fill the void inside her. With a powerful thrust he
filled her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Megan as she fells herself
being impaled by his thick member. Just as he bottomed out, the
withdrawal began. Megan whimpered and groaned as the stranger tried a
few more practice pumps within her. With that he picked up the pace,
and began thrusting into her with fast deliberate thrusts. Megan felt
her breasts bounce with each thrust, grunting as he plowed into her.
Her body was ablaze, her partner bent forward, grabbing her jiggling
breasts and massaging them as he continued to pound into her. Megan
moaned at the exquisite pleasure that came from their intimate embrace,
she moved her hips to meet his thrusts as she relished in his expert
handling of her breasts. One of his hands let go of her ripe orb,
allowing the breast to bounce fully again as he continued pistoning in
and out of her. His free hand snaked down to her crotch, tracing her
nether lips as they pulled in and out with his member. Megan moaned in
ecstasy as this new sensation. With a little more exploration, he found
her clit and began a viscous massage of the sensitive nub. Sparks flew
through Megan's nerves, her arousal spilling over. She bucked back
against his impaling cock, grunting with each fulfilling trust. The new
fire from her clit took her over the edge. She felt her orgasm rip
through her, and screamed with ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on her
partner and then he came, filling her with his seed. Already past her
peak, Megan looked inward feeling her partners member pulsing, and the
warmth of his seed spread through her depths as he groaned in pleasure.
They remained locked together for a moment, his seed seeping out around
his cock. Megan felt him slip out of her, almost regretting that it was
over. His seed ran down her thigh, but she couldn't bring herself to
wipe it off as the sticky goo continued down her leg, slowly drying as
it went.
Still slightly buzzed from her orgasm she turned to the stranger
she had just made love to. "Hello, I'm Megan."
"Frank. Glad to meet you." He replied somewhat sheepishly.
"That was kind of intense."
"Yeah, I'm sorry for that. I was just walking by and I felt this
urge to come in. And when I saw you, I lost all control."
"That's okay, I don't think we had much choice in the matter.
Besides, it was kinda fun." Megan giggled. It certainly wasn't your
everyday experience. Her family was getting fucked upstairs, and she
got busy with a complete stranger. Still, she had just experience
another wonderful orgasm, almost compensating for everything else that
was going on.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to rest here and get my bearings."
"Sure, have a seat." Megan patted the couch cushion. She thought
it was kind of strange how quickly she was adapting to this new
reality. She wondered if she was going to get the clear head she would
need to see things normally again.
"You're the girl from that meeting right?" Frank asked.
Megan blushed. "Mmm Hmm."
She could hardly believe she could still be embarrassed in front of
him after what they had just done. Still, she wasn't proud of her
display yesterday.
"That must have been terrible. I mean this whole experience has
been weird, but to have been up there in front of everybody like that."
Frank patted Megan's leg sympathetically.
They continued to talk for some time, discussing the last few days'
events as well as their own histories. The sounds of lust wafting down
from the upstairs. Frank pretended to ignore it as they talked, much to
Megan's relief. Megan surprised herself as she quickly forgot she was
naked as they talked, reminded only in passing as cool air flowed by and
caused her nipples to harden.
Frank had experienced the standard evaluation, from the male side.
He had been fucked silly by a lovely redhead. As with Megan, he hadn't
been able to come until after his partner had, and Frank had spent many
hours at the task as they rolled through multiple orgasms. He had found
himself recovering far faster than normal, to keep his partner
satisfied. Once he had finished, he had gone to his home and taken a
long nap. After waking up he had gone for a walk, and was soon
compelled to Megan's front door.
Megan and Frank continued their association over the following
days, meeting with each other between their impulse driven fucks. Megan
was grateful for his presence, as it brought stability to her now
turbulent existence. By the time Cindy had arrived back from vacation,
Megan had already fucked all the members of her family, and many of her
neighbors, both male and female. She did envy that about Frank, while
her impulse programming had forced her into lesbianism, Frank and all
men, stayed strictly heterosexual. Even with the program induced
arousal, her stomach always churned a bit when she was locked in an
embrace with another women. Still, like the concept of being
programmed, Megan had gotten used to it. By the time Cindy arrived,
Megan began secretly wondering what their first coupling would be like.
Cindy listened to her friends story with interest and dismay. As
they drove past the sign welcoming them to Penbrooke. Cindy wondered
how things would play out with her return to the new Penbrooke.
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