Collin made a pretty sad porn star, even after I made a few improvements to both his mind and body, so I didn’t watch for long. He just sort of sat there, dazed, and let Chris do all the work. Man, and people call me a loser. I could tell that my little porno was going nowhere, so I went back to work cleaning up.
Next up: Suzy. Whoa, God. After making her immune to Mike’s super cock, I left her alone. Why fuck with perfection? I saved her to the disk and then saved myself, chiding myself for not having done it earlier. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to put a password on myself; look at the good it did Mike. I could’ve patched him up with a few minutes of typing—make him stronger, faster, better—but I couldn’t change a thing about him.
But I could see what he’d done to himself. Sadly, the man had no imagination, whatsoever. I'd been hoping to find some hints about how to use the thing, but no dice. All that power at his disposal, and he’d been perfectly happy with nothing but a cum-bazooka for a dick. First I started by making things a bit easier for me.
Terry has a dedicated trunk line and the required switching equipment needed to use it properly.
No one will take the laptop away from Terry.
Easy as pie. Now that I thought about it, having a dick that could stick up above your belly button when you stood up looked to be pretty cool. Sure, there was the obvious problem of finding compatible women, but if I could make a big dick, then I could easily adjust Suzy to be able to take it. Hell, she took Mike just fine this morning. So, stupidly, I cracked my knuckles, positioned my fingers on the keyboard, and tried it out.
Terry has a foot-long cock that can attain rock-hard erection at will.
I tapped enter.
My head bounced off the monitor, hard, as my lengthy, upgraded cock shot out without passing go, tore through my pants, hit the bottom of my desk, and slammed me forwards when übercock wouldn’t bend and the solid-oak mass of my desk refused to budge. When the stars finally went away, I worked the remnants of my pants down, got comfortable again, and made a few changes. For one thing, rock-hard was very uncomfortable, and it probably wouldn’t be too pleasing for the ladies, either. There was also the matter of carrying this sucker around. Nine inches ought to be more than enough, but I decided to lowball it to start. Finally, at exactly whose will did Mr. Willy got hard: Mine or his?
I'll blame that first one on him.
Terry has a cock eight inches long that can attain its maximum and proportionally correct turgid-ness whenever Terry consciously wills it. Terry’s headache will go away.
With a click, the pain of cracking my head on a seventeen-inch desk blimp vanished. And the ridiculously thin dick shortened, filled out in girth, and now had some flexibility to it. I couldn’t wait until Suzy and I got to try it out, but I still had to learn to dance …
“So,” I whispered conspiratorially, leaning in so Thomas—Tommy outside the classroom; he insisted—would get used to looking at my chest. It’d be a start; if he could be comfortable around breasts that boys at the school compared to those of a porn star, he’d have few problems with a teenaged girl. He got so flustered the first few times, I thought he’d faint; When it got too cold for just my crop top and my nipples hardened, I thought I’d have to send him home early. Instead, I’d put my jacket on and he started to relax again. But now we were inside a burger place, so I just wore my shirt. I must have still been a bit cold I guessed, but I’d warm up, and this time he didn’t seem so disturbed. I was making excellent progress!
There was something so fun about going out with a student. We weren’t really dating, of course—nothing physical was going to happen—but it was nice to be out with a boy. I hadn’t done anything like this since I was Tommy’s age, so I suppose that I was just as new at this as Tommy was, even though Tommy seemed very mature. I couldn’t understand why the girls at school didn’t fall all over him. Maybe they just liked less-mature guys, even though they always said they wanted maturity.
Thank God I wasn’t as naïve as they are.
“Are there any girls in your class that you, you know, like?”
“Uhm, one,” Tommy conceded. “Sort of.”
“Lucky girl,” I cooed. “But you’re out with me on a Friday night, so obviously she doesn’t know what she’s got.”
Tommy cleared his throat and simply said, “Yeah.”
“Are you going to tell me who she is?”
“Uh … uh … No,” he said, meekly.
“Could I have a hint?” I chided softly, leaning in further. I could feel the smile on my face. Just taking the time to talk casually with a student really was fun.
“Well usually she’s really mature, but sometimes she just acts like a regular girl, and the way she just swings between the two is really hot. And she’s really smart, but doesn’t seem to know it.”
“She sounds cute. What’s she look like?”
“Uhm. Great body—she could be an actress, easy. Brunette with long hair. Usually she wears it up, but when she has it down, she looks completely different. I saw her with it down around her shoulders, once and that’s when I realized I … uh …”
“Yes?” I prompted, elbows on the table and my face practically right up against his.
“Nothing. She’s beautiful and I fall in love all over again every time I see her take her glasses off.”
“What, like this?” I asked, leaning back a little, removing my glasses, and shaking my reddish-brown hair out.
“Yeah,” Tommy croaked. “Just like that.”
“You look so cute when you blush, Tommy. You shouldn’t have any problem winning your girl.” He looked so conflicted, in such need of reassurance, that I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. If we worked together, we’d have him in the arms of his dream girl in no time.
New User Detected. Please input name.
“What the fuck?” I just touched it. Honest. Terry left his door open when he went to take a shower, and I wanted to see what kept him in his room all the way through a Xena re-run. He never missed the Autoclitoris—sorry, Autolycus episodes—so I took a peek. Then I decided to do something to hide the screen before mom found out that he was surfing for porn. The wrong kind of porn. She already half thinks he’s gay, but finding a huge cock on his monitor would still probably kill her.
I couldn’t minimize the window or anything, and the last thing I wanted was for mom to come in and see me watching a big rotating cock, so I played along and punched my name in. This wasn’t a web browser, this was some sort of 3D art program. That was Terry sporting the huge dick. What sort of egomaniac would make morphs of his dick?
Me for one, but I’m sixteen—next month, that is. What’s your excuse?
I had about ten minutes before Terry’d be done in the shower, so why the hell not? I looked at the display and its million and one buttons, sliders and boxes and almost laughed my ass off when I read the stuff Terry’d punched into the Command Center box. I deleted the bit about the headache, substituted my name for his, upped the size to a nice thirteen inches, and hit ‘Enter’.
A picture of me sitting in the desk chair replaced Terry. My name was in the subject box.
“What the fuck?”
I clicked on subject and punched in Aimee Caruthers. Up came a spinning image of the hottest girl in grade eleven, slouched over and alternating between chewing on something and making writing motions. Impossible. Maybe Terry built models of his family, but I don’t think he’s ever even seen Aimee. Looking for some sort of help or explanation, I read the text beneath the command center.
Whatever you enter, the subject will immediately feel or become after pressing the 'send' button.
No way.
Aimee, you feel an uncontrollable urge to masturbate.
Aimee looked up, around, squirmed a bit, and then popped the button on her jeans, slid the zipper down, and worked her free hand beneath the waistband of her panties.
No way!
Aimee while you masturbate you will think about making out with Matt de Havilland. He makes you extremely horny and the hotter the fantasy, the better your stoking feels and the more in love with Matt you become.
Her soft stroking slowly became more frantic and her mouth opened. I couldn’t hear her, but she was panting and moaning for sure. I read the instructions again. Or become … What did I have to lose?
As you dream about having sex with Matt, your breasts will grow until they are Double D cups.
Oh, this was so cool. I could see her tee shirt stretching out, trying to contain her slowly growing rack and pulling up to expose her belly like a crop-top. Oh yeah! The prettiest girl in my grade getting off while dreaming of doing it with me and she had huge tits!
“Fuhuck!” I mumbled, looking downwards. All of the playing with Aimee had done the trick, and I really did have a huge dick now. I looked back at Aimee moaning and writhing in her chair and then back down at superstiffie. So much for it only happening on a conscious request. “You’re going to love this, Aimee.”
I was partway through my next set of instructions, specifically, Aimee, when you cum, it will be better than any orgasm you’ve ever had, better than any you’ve ever dreamed of, and you won’t want to wait to try it out for real. You’ll call up Matt as soon as you can and ask him out … when I heard the shower turn off.
“Shit!”
Whap! I hit ‘Enter’ and switched over to Terry really fast.
You forgot to wash your hair and you want to have a real long shower tonight. You want to jack off in the shower, but do it slowly!
The water turned back on, and I switched back to Aimee. She was leaning back in her chair, breathing heavily and wearing a goofy-but-happy expression on her face. Then she went pale and sheepishly began to look around. She still looked happy though.
“Fuck!” I missed it. Swallowing my disappointment with the knowledge that she’d be making it up to me soon, I went back to work on my new girlfriend. There were buttons for everything, but I took it easy. She was going to be my girl, so I didn’t want some mindless, sex-starved slut. I wanted a sweet, pretty girl who liked to be a wild, uninhibited piece of ass when we were making out.
The Master PC was dead simple click-and-drag, so as I tuned up Aimee in a couple of other ways—bushing her boobs up so they sat big and round on her chest without any sagging; a tight, sensitive pussy; the oral skills of a goddess; ramping up her enjoyment of using those oral skills—I started to realize that I didn’t know all that much about sex, or what I was playing with. There were millions of options buried in the menus, and it looked like you really could do just about anything with the Command Center, if you worded it right.
Anything … You know, this program could be dangerous. I mean really dangerous. I’m a pretty nice guy, Terry’s a nice guy, but it you let that nut-job next door, Mike, at something like this and we’re talking global Armageddon. You could probably pick off Osama Bin Laden with this thing, but what if he had a copy? We’d all be fucked.
I don’t think that there is anyone else in the world I trust more with Master PC than Terry, Suzy’s a perfect example of that. He hangs around with the hottest chick in the world and they play chess! I know this is wrong; he’s the eldest, so he’s supposed to look after me, but really, he needs all the help he can get.
Suzy you dream and have vivid fantasies of wild sex with Terry. Terry makes you extremely horny.
That ought to get things going. For good measure I clicked on a few extra options and—
Whoa! She’s really into anal sex? No way! I switched back to Aimee and set another option, just in case I wanted to try it out one day. Then, to cover my tracks, I turned the computer off and waited for the phone to ring.
I was in a Coffee shop doing homework with some friends when It happened. I was gnawing on the end of my pencil (a really bad habit of mine, but nothing compared to Gina. She chews her nails.) when—
“Uhn!”
“Aimee? You OK?” That’s Sharon. She’s probably my best friend and that means a lot because I don’t have many friends. It looks like I do, but those are just the kind of people you attract when you become popular. Sharon’s the sort of person who sticks with you when things go wrong and you fall out of favour. I know what that’s like. I fell once, and Sharon caught me.
I looked back down to my friends, and as I shook my head and tried to focus my eyes, I shuddered again.
Need. Raw and undeniable need coursed through me. I fought to keep both hands on the table, but it was a lost cause. At least if I gave in to this sudden urge, I might be able to minimize the visibility, but if I didn’t soon, the motions beginning in my hips would spread and become obvious. Pasting up a smile, more for Pam and Gina’s sake, I opened up my pants, wriggled forward a little and, still trying to write with my left hand, inserted finger A into slit B like it was some sort of required mechanical action.
“I’m fine.” I lied. The other girls at the table weren’t there. They didn’t know what Sharon did and I’m glad. It’s a secret to be known only by Sharon. And me.
Enjoyment was minimal, how could it be otherwise? Fingering myself under the table in a shop wasn’t normal behaviour, but what could I do? Jump up and run out the door? If I made it that far, where would I go? Here I could at least delay the inevitable humiliation and pray that if I came, it would be a weak one. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up forever, sooner or later I’d have to leave. Or cum. People are just built that way. Maybe I could get off quietly and no one would know.
Out of some twisted desire to make this more comfortable, I started to think about a guy in a couple of my classes. Matt. He was OK, if your tastes swung in his direction. Mine didn’t, not normally, but as Gina and Pam chattered, and I tried to focus on the problem at hand, I dreamed that Matt kissed me.
Fire roared out of that kiss! Lips locked, bodies entwined-my hips began to twitch as the slow pace I’d been maintaining rocketed upwards. In my mind, they were his fingers, then his lips, his tongue, and something thicker. Oh my God. I wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet much longer.
Gina and Pam went silent. Most likely, they watched as I sucked in air and writhed, pushing my hungry pussy into the surrogate for Matt’s thing. I arched my back, faking a stretch, and felt my shirt pulling up, uncovering my abdomen. Weird. It was a bit too baggy earlier, but the dream me didn’t have this problem since I wasn’t wearing a shirt. It almost felt like my boobs were growing, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t self-conscious about their size. Matt absolutely loved them. I knew he did, because he wouldn’t stop playing with them.
“Shhhhharon?” I spat out. She knew exactly what I was doing. She could see easily from where she sat.
“Gina, Pam? I think we’d better go take a powder,” said Sharon, but it was way too late. Gina leaned over and looked under the table, and Pam just sat there wide-eyed.
Reality fogged out, blurred by the strength of the fantasy and its fantastic pleasure. I knew I was moaning just as much in life as I was in dream, but in dream I had Matt to use as a gag of sorts. Panted moans escaped our lips around the kiss and I could feel him filling me completely, his large shaft moving between my legs. I’m not sure what position we were in, probably every one I could think of, of all at the same time. The only constants were the pressure on my lips, the teasing of his tongue, and the glorious friction between my—
“God!
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!
“Oh my God!”
Coming down, I felt great! Amazing. Totally wired. I wanted to do it again. I conjured up Matt in my imagination and felt his lips on mine again, while my fingers softly stroked me back up to heaven.
“That was … uh, yeah,” said Pam, jerking me back to reality.
The ceiling came back into focus slowly after that. I lifted my head and looked around sheepishly. The twenty-something guy in the next booth was up on his knees, staring over the back of his seat at me. Other than some machines and traffic outside, the shop was dead quiet.
Gina stared at me and I’m not entirely sure I was comfortable with some of the stuff I saw in the look she gave me.
“Oh Aimee, are you OK? Do you need a doctor or anything?” She’s not that dumb. I think she just played up the concern to maybe get people thinking what happened was medical. I don’t think it worked. Nobody could be that dumb.
“m’m OK.” I mumbled. I couldn’t talk right. Either I fried out part of my brain when I came, or my mouth was still looking for Matt. The latter I think. I shook my head to clear it, but it wouldn’t clear all the way. After all that, I was still turned on and fantasizing about Matt.
“I’m OK,” I said, trying my mouth out again. It worked now. “I’m OK, but I think maybe we better leave?”
“Aren’t you going to take a bow?” asked Gina. “At least ask for that guy’s number.”
With a thump, my watcher spun around and dropped back into his seat.
“I’ll get it for you, kay, Gina?” said Sharon, frowning. Yeah. I don’t think I’ll be hanging around with Gina much anymore. Pam and Gina took off to catch their bus while Sharon settled our tab, and I went to clean up. On the way out, I got a sexy—and innuendo packed—smile from the barista that I acknowledged, but didn’t quite return.
Out on the sidewalk, I walked beside Sharon. She caught me smiling while the Matt inside my head kissed his way down my breasts and I turned back on again.
I tugged on my shirt to maybe get it below my belly button, but no such luck. It was stretched to almost breaking trying to contain my oversized chest. I’d just had the best orgasm—ever—and my high beams were still on, showing the whole world just how much I loved Matt. Not that they knew about Matt; passers-by probably just thought I was a bimbo.
“Aimee … care to tell me what that was about?” whispered Sharon.
“I think I just fell in love with a guy.”
“What? Who?”
“Matt de Havilland! He’s such a dream!” I felt another weird shudder and the dreams of Matt started to get weirder—better, but weirder. Sucking him off, having completely crazy sex and doing him every which way and, oh my God, taking him up my ass would just be pure heaven! I’d never felt anything like this before. I needed to find Matt. I needed to get him to … fuck me!
“The guy in Socials?” asked Sharon, interrupting my very pleasant train of thought. “He’s OK, I guess, if you swing to that sort of guy. But that’s not right, Aimee. You don’t just suddenly realize you love somebody and finger fuck yourself to celebrate. At least not in public.”
“I know! Kind of freaky, huh? I wasn’t even thinking of him when I started. He just sort of showed up halfway through, and that’s when it got really good!”
“Oh Kaaay. You’re scaring me, Aimee. Aren’t you the slightest bit embarrassed?”
“Yeah, but I’m also flying. That felt so good and I’m still totally … yeah. But I’m never doing it again,” I quickly amended.
“You do remember what happened last time you fell for a guy …”
“This time it’ll be different. Totally different!”
“Yeah,” she said darkly. “That’s what you said last time. Just promise me you’ll take it slow, OK?”
“I promise. No more getting messed up by older guys and no more drinking parties.”
“And if he pressures you in any way, call me before it gets out of hand!”
“You got it. I’m not stupid, Sharon.” We walked another block in silence before we got to where I’d told mom Sharon and I were going to study: the library. Mom wouldn’t be here for about half an hour, so we had plenty of time.
“Sharon, do you know Matt’s phone number?” I asked, looking at the payphones by the library’s entrance.
“No. Why would I?”
Note to self: never leave 3D erections on the screen when you leave the computer on. They attract brothers. He was right; they could also attract moms, but, “Come on, Matt! I’m not dumb! What did you do? Other than make me whack off in the shower, you little prick?”
His eyes went wide and he bolted. Rather than give chase, I exercised maturity. I sat down at the computer, booted it up in Windows, and renamed the file so I could run it easily. Master PC advertised a hundred mile radius, so Matt could run up to Canada and still be in range.
Some good came of this though, the “don’t steal the laptop” command held, so broad reaching, untargeted commands could work, if you worded them right. Mike must have done something similar to exclude me from not knowing about the changes Master PC made.
Unfortunately, Master fucking PC didn’t have undo or keep any logs—if it did, I hadn’t found them yet—so I’d have to find what Mike and Matt did the hard way. Finding that Matt had copied and overdone my dick wasn’t hard. Actually, it took about five seconds. He was sitting in his room behind the desk-blocked door, watching supercock swell and throb and playing with it like an idiot with a new toy. He looked happy, so I let him keep it. He would have a hell of a shock when he went looking for compatible girls though, sucker.
But I am an older brother, and we have certain responsibilities. I tweaked Matt a bit so that he’d cum instantly and massively—like a pop bottle’s worth—next time a girl touched his cock, even through clothes.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.” I laughed and clicked ‘Send’. Leave my computer alone next time, lil’ brother. Locking people out would have the same effect as locking my profile—not safe at all, as Mike proved—so I’m going to have to install a key logger on this thing, just to see what people try to make it do. As soon as I can find a couple people I could trust to cover my ass, I’d lock my profile and give them the password. That should be safe enough.
Matt must have done more than that if he needed to keep me distracted in the shower, but I couldn’t find it. It was much later, about ten o’clock, when I found out that Matt had put Suzy’s libido into the stratosphere, and finding that was mostly accident. Between experiments, I’d look in on Suzy to see if I could catch her naked, so when I looked her up and she was getting in the shower, I had to stop and watch.
Mr Willy tried shooting straight up again without any prompting from me, but this time he stalemated against my shorts. I let him out, but when Suzy dropped her towel, I completely forgot about him. I didn’t think it was possible, but the 3D render grabbed me so hard that I actually forgot to jerk off.
Holy shit! In, out, curve, counter-curve, her whole body was open for visual exploration. Just watching her getting into the shower was better than any porn, and I’ve watched more than a few. I should have changed the “channel,” because just by seeing her with a bar of soap, I ruined myself for all other women. I’ll never lust over Kelly Adams or anyone else ever again.
You don’t jerk off over Suzy Prentice—no way, no how. The idea just seemed disrespectful of a beauty of such awesome power. You let your eyes do the masturbating. Trust me. They’re more than enough. What I’d seen of her and Mike earlier was absolutely nothing compared to the shower scene.
I sat lost in another world as she lathered up and rinsed—not that I could see the lather or the water. At my end, it looked like she was feeling herself up lasciviously. I almost popped a load without touching a thing when she leaned against something—the wall of the shower most likely—and my heart nearly burst as she cupped a perfect breast, muttered something, and sent a perfect hand slithering to and through the perfect blonde at the joining of her perfect legs.
Holy shit! This is my Suzy? Her perfect little lips mouthed my name as she bucked against her hand, and I could imagine the sweet and perfect little cries of perfect bliss as she came. That nearly ended my life right there, but fortunately, I’m a realist. Prying my eyes off her rotating image, I looked at her settings. Sexual Attraction to specific person (Terry de Havilland) was pinned at the maximum setting. Holy shit!
She wanted it, me, so bad that she hadn’t even come down from orgasm one when she began to shudder into orgasm two and slipped down into the tub. I jammed her completely insane desire for me down about half way and hoped she hadn’t broken anything when she’d fallen.
No, she looked fine, but she still rocked and twisted, bucking and thrashing on her back, fingers moving like lightning until her whole body jolted and she bent like a bow. I’d give anything to hear that scream, but toned down a few orders of magnitude.
“Man! She’s going to have a hard time explaining that to her parents,” I mumbled to myself as she came down. This time, she seemed to have had enough and dozed off. I let her sleep for a while, but I think she either ran out of warm water, or her folks broke through the bathroom door, because she hopped up and started speaking too rapidly for me to get anything with her image spinning around on the display.
It turns out that it was her mom, but the situation was pretty easy to defuse with, Suzy’s parents accept their daughter’s sexual experiments and adventures because they know she’s a smart, responsible young lady. I gave a similar treatment to my own folks, with the gender flipped, of course. Like I wanted to risk accidentally turning into a girl.
After that, Kleenex cleaned up the mess around my desk because, unlike Mike, I hadn’t turned my dick into a fire hose. Speaking of Mike, I checked up on him one last time and decided that if he wasn’t any better tomorrow, one of his doctors would suddenly become a brilliant brain surgeon.
Shutting down the laptop, I went to bed. Getting lots of sleep tonight was a must because tomorrow I had to learn to dance in a big hurry.
“I wanted to call you last night,” said Aimee, “but I didn’t have your number.”
“Oh.” Oh fuck, that was stupid. “Uh, who’d you get the number from?”
“Nobody! I looked it up,” said Aimee. “You are the only de Havillands in the phonebook. Uh, this is a bit forward, but … You want to do something this afternoon?”
Afternoon rolled back to morning, and by eleven o’clock I sat beside Aimee along the window bar in Starbucks, facing out into the mall while we talked. We actually talked. She looked horny as hell, but maybe I didn’t turn her up quite enough. Then again, I didn’t want to screw her inside the mall, did I? I had no illusions that we were going to part as virgins, but there’s a time and a place for everything. At least that’s what I thought before she made her desire plain, by whispering into my ear and cupping my balls through my pants.
“Mmgnngh!” My whole body jolted!
Fuck! One touch and I went off like a cannon. I went from zero to sixty in under a second, my cock rocketing half way out of the top of my pants and splat! A huge glob splattered over the bottom of my chin. Being a fucking moron, I looked down. Splat.
Aimee looked at me, completely wide eyed, just as surprised as I was, and then she started to giggle and then to laugh musically.
“God I know just how you feel!” she giggled, covering her mouth and looking at me, out into the mall and then back at me.
The window. Oh my God. The mall was packed today and at least a dozen people were staring at my stupidly erect dick jutting out the top of my pants as it fired cum up at the ceiling. The people inside the shop also had to be able to see the fountaining splooge, but I wasn’t going to attract attention by looking around. The folks outside got a great view as Aimee wrapped her skilled fingers part way around the exposed mass, and stroked. No she didn’t; she didn’t have to do a thing. I humped uncontrollably into her hand until she let go to play with it, the soft, teasing fingertips running up and down my still spasming, still spurting shaft. She giggled. “Exact same thing happened to me last night when I started thinking about you.”
While her fingers worked me around the edges of sanity, she poured the rest of her coffee into my cup, upended her cup, and dropped it over the head of my cock. The cup bounced up with every spray, and the semen began to pool between my thighs, but better there than all over the table and window where anyone could see it. My pants were toast. Hell, my shirt was toast. How the hell was I going to get out of here? Was I going to stop cumming anytime soon?
Where the hell was it all coming from, anyway? I wondered, feeling muscles not used to this amount of work starting to burn. My whole body gave its all to squeeze out each blast, every strangled groan, but as the flow began to wane and my body relaxed, Aimee wiped my face, softly kissing the clean spots, and I tried to figure out where I had gone wrong. I’d copied Terry almost word for word, so he was in for a hell of a shock too. Unless this was his fault, the jerk.
“Oh!” Aimee jerked back, a bit of cum on her lip and her face blanking for a moment. Her eyes twitched, widened, and then she sighed and licked her lips. All thought stopped when her huge tits ground into my side, she dropped the saturated napkin and began licking my face clean, her hand pumping my cock furiously, trying to renew the flood. She succeeded for a few moments too.
Oh. Oh fuck. Maxing out everything on her oral sex page was definitely a great idea at the time, but Aimee’s recently acquired enjoyment of the taste of cum, sounded, from the moans escaping her lips, more like a serious thirst than mere appreciation.
Running out—even her cum-soaked hand was clean—her glazed eyes bore into mine. “Here’s another coffee shop I’ll never be able to show my face in again,” she whispered. “So what the hell.”
Then she leaned over, pulled the cup off my sagging cock, and almost began scraping the pool between my legs into the cup, but she shook her head and stopped herself.
“I can’t believe I almost did that! Duh!” She sat up with a huge smile on her face, her eyes no less glassy than before as she ran her tongue around the inside of the cup.
Her face glowed, and she purred as she swallowed. “I can get the stuff right from the source.”
When she looked down at my wilting dick, I though she was going to drop beneath the table and start sucking me off, but instead she kissed me.
“And we can do that somewhere private. You go hide in the bathroom; I’m going to find you some new pants. What size are you? Will a thirty-two fit?” She paused and ran a finger up my shirt, before slowly and erotically sucking the finger clean. Her eyes closed as she let out a literally dick-stiffening sigh. “Better get you a shirt and some water balloons, too. I don’t think a regular condom’s gonna be able to hold nearly enough.”
When I looked in on him the next morning, Mike was bare from the waist down, his cock stiff, upraised, and swaying rhythmically. Holy shit! Someone, most likely a nurse or doctor, must have gotten a look at Mike super deluxe mind-control dick, completely lost it, and was giving the comatose patient a blowjob. If that didn’t wake him up, nothing would.
But it didn’t. I tried to click around for the more complete, wider view I’d used to watch Chris and Collin the night before, but I was too late. As if released from a weight, Mike’s hips rose and his cock flopped onto his belly. Holy shit, that was no blowjob, some lady’d been riding him! Yipes! I hope she was at least good looking, not that it mattered much to Mike at the moment.
Shit. I hope it was a lady.
Remote View answered that that question with a sound affirmative, thank God. Way too old, but not too bad looking, actually. She looked like a doctor, about a professionally dressed as anyone could be while pulling slacks back on, but at the moment she was shaking and sobbing.
You know, I’d never really thought about it much, but I suppose suddenly becoming uncontrollably horny and screwing a seventeen-year old could be a bit upsetting to some people. Marian loved and hated it at the same time, and Suzy at least knew and tolerated Mike, but this thirty-something, possibly married, and maybe a mother looked like she was having a serious crisis. Sooner or later, that cock was going to get Mike in a lot of trouble, and without his password, I couldn’t do shit.
After following her around for a while, I was pretty sure Mike’s visitor was a doctor and could be just what Mike needed, but without her name, I really couldn’t do much. Or could I? I couldn’t click on her, and she didn’t have an ID bubble over her head like in a game, but I could get a close-up of her nametag.
But why stop there? The interface sucked, but if I could zoom in on her nametag, I could read her name off her driver’s license. Or maybe I was overcomplicating things. When the microphone was plugged in, Master PC didn’t seem to have much trouble working out pronouns, so maybe Mike’s doctor would be enough. But what if she wasn’t Mike’s doctor? And, remembering Lacey and Christine in biology class, it didn’t exactly get everything right either, so I did it the hard way.
She kept moving, making it really hard to zoom in on her, so I had to wait until she stood still. The license proclaimed her one Kathleen Muriel Kent. Kathy Kent. Nice alliteration. Age forty two, an address, and an unethical individual could have a lot of fun with her credit card numbers. Master PC certainly was cool. You could spy on anyone within a hundred mile radius.
Kathleen Muriel Kent went into the subject text box, the doctor replaced Mike in the rotating subject window, and I went looking through the specialized knowledge menus.
Sex. Nothing but sex. There had to be a million advanced options on fellatio, but either there were absolutely no medical knowledge options, or the options lay deep in one of the thousands of undocumented pop-ups, dialogues, or menus. Fuck! What sort of perverted asshole wrote this thing? If I was going to get Kathy up to speed on fixing Mike, it was going to take some serious research.
Fortunately, research and I get along very well. I learned a lot that afternoon, but not how to dance.
Well, Kelly, you wanted to learn along with the students and you passed up a perfectly good chance last night. Neither of you had the slightest clue about sex, and he certainly seemed willing enough to experiment.
Because he’s one of my students! I can’t have sex with my students, I’d never be allowed to teach ever again!
So? You heard them this morning. You could go to Hollywood and become an actress.
But I can’t act!
So? Neither can half of the “top actresses.” You’re far more intelligent than they are, so you can pick it up as you go. All you really need to do is to do is be pretty.
But they were talking about porn stars, not real actresses!
So? Be a model.
But I like being a teacher. It’s the same reason why I can’t have sex with any of my boys.
So? Don’t get caught.
Kelly! What’s wrong with you? Besides, it would be so much better for him if he learned with the brunette he’s fixated on.
Oh, shut up and put the movie in.
The porno in, you mean.
So? It’s what the kids are watching these days and you want to know how to connect with them. Here, I’ll do it if you won’t.
Relenting, I ejected Grease from my DVD player, put it in its case, and then put it away. Then I unwrapped last night’s late night purchase. Kelly Adams is The Educator proclaimed the box. On the cover was a woman, about my age, looking over a pair of dark sunglasses and dressed … not so differently from me last night.
Eerie, I thought. She’s wearing her hair up though, her clothes are all black, and I do not have any tattoos. Especially there.
The back of the case was a different story and pulled no punches. I fumbled the case when I first turned it over and saw what she was up to. I’d never seen anything quite like it, but then I hadn’t spent as much time online as my students. Miss Adams engaged in a number of sex acts with a variety of people, the photos hiding just enough to both interest and not offend me. Some of it looked quite cute, actually. Very exciting.
One of the pictures even reminded me of Lacey and her boyfriend cavorting in the hallway after school. I recalled the look on Lacey’s face and her words, and suddenly I realized that I wanted someone to do that to me.
I tore the wrapper off and sliced through the security tape with my nails. I imagined them raking down a man’s back, leaving red tracks like Kelly had done in one of the pictures. The look of ecstasy on her face haunted me as I dropped the DVD into the player.
And you know, if you cut out all of the sex scenes, it was a pretty good half hour sitcom. With the sex scenes though … I’d never look at my students the same way again. Some of the movie’s ideas were workable, too. Kelly Adams is so wasted on porn films. She should have been a teacher for real. I wonder what other films she’s done?
“Actually,” I confided, after I calmed down a bit. “I think she liked it. She’s got a serious cum fixation—”
“Right, and who gave her that?” Terry asked, sarcastically. “Like I don’t already know.”
“OK, so I overdid it a little. I just wanted her to like the taste so she’d want to do it more, but I need you to turn the amount of the stuff I shoot back up, but not that much. I was in a fucking Starbucks when I shot off, you asshole.”
“Serious?”
He laughed. If I hadn’t done the exact same thing to Aimee by mistake the night before, I’d have freaked out again.
“That was for you messing with Suzy,” Terry explained, as if that excused him completely. I had a couple of ideas to try out on him when he wasn’t looking.
But he cut that line off so fast that it was like he could read my mind … why couldn’t he? God only knows what stuff he’s messed with.
“Don’t screw with this thing, Matt. It’s dangerous. Mike gave himself some sort of super cock and now he’s in the hospital because the girl he went after couldn’t handle it. He’s lying in a coma with a doctor and God knows how many nurses taking turns with his body. He’s finally getting all of the ass he wanted, but he’s not there to appreciate it.”
“That’s what happened? The guys at the school said he raped Marian Gerstner, but no way. She can kick the shit out of him any day of the week.”
“You tell them that?”
“Didn’t waste my time. They don’t know Mike, so they’d never believe me. Why don’t you just use this thing to patch him up?”
“Can’t. He password protected himself.”
“You can do that? Show me how! The last thing I need is to have you fucking with me whenever I win an argument or something.”
“Stop and think about it for a second. What if something happens to you like it did with Mike? How do we fix you up? Am I supposed to just let you die because you fucked with the wrong guy’s girl?”
“No, but maybe we can just not allow some stuff. What are you going to do about Mike?”
“His doctor’s getting an advanced education in surgically repairing brain trauma,” Terry replied tapping the mouse and dismissing the screensaver.
“Izzat her?” I asked, looking at a gorgeous woman looking very professional and very, very hot in a business suit. “Looks like she’s getting a seriously fine ass, too. Woo! And I thought I was a big boob fan!”
“Hey! I just tweaked a couple of little things.”
“Well, those little things make all the difference, Terry. She’s a fox!”
“She was pretty good looking before,” he protested. “I didn’t change much, really!”
“Well, she’s way too hot looking to be a doctor now. Send her into cardiac and half the patients would die!” I did a double take when I took a closer look at her face. “She must be smart; man, she looks like she should still be in school.”
“Oh. Yeah, I better change that back. I wanted to see what she’d have looked like at eighteen.”
“You can do that, and she didn’t notice?”
“Yeah,” replied Terry, moving a sliderbar and clicking send. Now, on a bad day, the doctor might look thirty, but her age was still listed as forty two. “I’ve got the ‘no one notices changes’ box clicked. Anyway, it’s only fair that she gets something, since she’s doing a favour for me.”
“Terry,” I asked, after a very long pause. “Why are we still virgins?”
Instead of the expected “What do you mean we, pale face,” Terry responded with “Maybe because making girls have sex with us would be … rape? What’d you rather have: Someone who you knew loved you, or a someone fucking you because they had to?”
“You’re too romantic, Terry, but I see your point. Yeah.”
Then I tacked on a sarcastic, “We’d probably get bored of all the non-stop sex with Playboy Bunnies sooner or later, too.”
“It’s like gold and lead, Matt,” he said, dropping back into elder brother mode again. “Gold’s worth more because you don’t get as much. Besides, it’s easy to screw things up by mistake. I could have broken my monitor by accident with a simple one, and Mike pretty much completely fucked up Marian’s head turning her into a sex slave. I could reset her memory, but Mike’d still be in the hospital. Let the bitch suffer for a while.
“Anyway, I’m going out with Suzy tonight, and before we do anything serious, I’m going to show her this thing to make sure she knows were we stand. You want to get your girl and take your chances?”
“Where to?”
Leaning in close, he whispered the intended destination and I leaned back, surprised. “You’re kidding. Terry, we’re underage.”
“Neh,” he grunted. “I wanted somewhere quiet, but Suzy wanted to go somewhere with louder music and no excuses for me to not dance. That really limits your options at our age, but if you promise not to drink much, Master PC’ll take care of the bouncers.”
“Deal. Hey, you should call up Darren and see if he and Lacey wanna do something tonight, too.”
“Darren and Lacey? You nuts?”
“Why not? Darren’s really mellowed ever since Lacey got her claws into him. I never thought I’d be glad to see a guy get completely pussy-whipped.”
“Darren’s dating Lacey?” Terry choked.
“Yeah,” I said slowly. “Practically ever since she first came to HMH. What’s wrong? You didn’t … No you didn’t, did you.”
“Oh crap. How many people did the laptop change while it listened inside Mike’s locker? Some of the stuff Darren and I were talking about … half the school could be screwing like porn stars now. Oh, man! What did we say about Miss Jacobs? Oh fuck! We probably turned her into a student-seducing nymphomaniac!”
Then his eyes shot wide open. “Oh crap! I totally forgot about Lacey!”
“Worry about her later,” I said. “I want to make sure I can keep Aimee happy and, er, well fed tonight.”
“Lacey, aren’t you going to get dressed?” asked my mom.
I had managed to keep my bathrobe on, but that had been about the extent of it. Pyjamas were out, I’d slept naked. But it did have some compensations. Darren and I couldn’t go anywhere, not with me naked, so went to his place. His folks are never home, so he put in a movie to get us in the mood—like I needed that—and then we screwed like bunnies. I’m lucky I could walk up to my house after he drove me home, let alone stay on my feet long enough to shower.
“Let me rephrase that,” mom said in response to my silence. “Lacey: Go get dressed!”
“Yes, mom,” I sighed, getting up off the couch and heading for my room. Mom’s got a pretty good idea about what Darren and I were up to last night, but it doesn’t matter much. She already can’t stand Darren because he made a pretty bad first impression. He’s relaxed a lot, though, since we started dating.
And of course, now mom thinks I’m a freak, too. She won’t say it to my face, but she does.
I sat on my bed for a while, not wanting to put on anything expensive because I’d just start hyperventilating and tear it off again. I had to go back out sooner or later, so I bit the bullet and pulled a cheap tee shirt on.
Nothing happened. All afternoon yesterday and this morning, I couldn’t put on actual clothing without having a panic attack, but now I was wearing a tee shirt without a problem!
Euphoria raced through me as I pulled on a pair of panties, jeans, and some socks. Yes! I could go back out into the world! I could dress up! Yes! Now I could give Darren a real strip show!
Minutes later, I was in my cutest dress, my best top, and my hottest shoes, all ready to drop in on Darren and drag him out on the town. I pulled my shirt back off and loosened my bra because it felt a little tight, then posed in front of the mirror on my dresser. I was too hot! Grabbing my purse I reached for the door just as mom knocked.
“If you are decent, Lacey,” called mom, “you can have the phone when I’m done. Darren was just on the other line asking about tonight. Remember, we are eating at uncle Stu’s.”