Todd Granger

“No way. I know exactly how they got past the bouncers. Look at the blonde, Greg, no one else would have seen a thing.”

“Neh. She’s OK,” grunted Greg, leaving me completely floored. Maybe it was because I had just gotten back into town after a five-day, completely chaste trip, but the blonde was easily the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“Are you serious? Holy fuck! Get your eyes checked! That whole table’s so hot, that I wish they were legal! What’s wrong with the blonde?”

“I dunno, but I like the chick who keeps trying to strip. The other girl’s got a hell of a rack, but, Jesus, little girls with implants like that’s jus wrong.”

“Implants? Look real to me.”

“No way. They’ve gotta be fake. Those monsters on her little body? No way. They’re gonna get this place busted, an’ I like this hole.”

“Don’t make a fuss, man,” I told him. “You’ll just attract attention, and then the cops will get involved.”

That notion defused Greg for another three beers. I shut off my intake. Obviously I was going to be driving Greg home tonight.

“Look at’em,” he burbled, still obsessed. Wrong or not, he couldn’t seem to pry his eyes off of Boom-Boom’s rack. “Betcha they’re not ev’n eighteen, Todd. Shouldn’t be here. Bouncers shouldn’ta—”

“Dunno how they got past the bouncer’s either, Greg, but relax.”

“Relax, nuthin. Girl witda big hooter’s half drunk. Gonna get us in truble. Gotta do something.”

“Holy shit, man. How much you drink before you got here, Greg?”

“Not, ’nuff to put up with dis. Gonna do sumthin.”

He just sat there staring at Boom-Boom, why, I don’t know. The Blonde was just too fine, but different strokes for different folks. When for all of his whining, he hadn’t done a thing, I left him with his beer and went to a pay phone and called my girl, Karen, to let her know I’d be a bit late. Greg was going to need some looking after tonight.

When I got back, he had moved. Two of the kids were still at their table—blondie and the stripper had their guys out on the dance floor, leaving a young-looking, but pretty big kid and Boom-Boom. Greg’d picked up the kid and looked like he was about to start throwing the kid around.

Thankfully, I got there before the bouncers did.

“Greg! Damnit! What the fuck’re you doing? Put that kid down.”

“She keeps playing wimme, man,” he whined, but he did drop the kid. “’s not fair. Shouldn’t be here.”

“Greg, go finish off your beer. It’s almost time to go.”

“’s not fair,” he mumbled, walking off while I helped the kid off of the floor. “Shouldn’t be here.”

Where the fuck were the bouncers? “You OK? Kid?”

“Yeah. He just shook me around a bit. What was his problem?”

“He’s had a bit too much and thinks your girl there was making a play for him.” Boom-Boom looked at me (with the surprised-glazed stare of a girl on her way to wasted) and shook her head, setting off more than enough jiggling to give a horny drunk the wrong sort of message. “You two aren’t old enough to be in here, are you?”

“Yeah, we are!” he protested, puffing himself up.

I looked down at the kid. He’d be a big guy in another three, four years, but right now I towered over him. Greg looked like a mountain compared to him.

“Uh, no,” he recanted, backing down. “This just looked like the best place to go dancing. Sorry we caused any trouble.”

“Thank you!” chirped his girl. “Wanna sit an’ talk for a while? That’s OK, right Matt?”

No thanks, I thought to myself. Don’t get mixed up with half-drunk teenagers, hot or not. Her boyfriend, or whatever, had the right idea. He stuck out a paw to shake hands.

“Thanks. He could have beaten the crap outa me.

“Least I could do, kid. I brought him here half sauced.” I turned to leave.

“Hey, could I get your name?”

“Uh … yeah. Todd Granger. Why?”

“I’d like to do you a favour … some day.”

Decent kid for the offer, but I couldn’t see how he could pay me back or really what he owed me for. All I did was save Greg from making a drunken ass of himself.

I got Greg home, and then swung back around to my apartment, got the puke washed off, changed and went over to Karen’s. Man, was she pissed, but she let me in.

Not being stupid, I let her pick the movie. She’s a lot smarter than I am, so she didn’t select Titanic.

We settled down onto the couch and began watching. Karen watching the movie and me watching her. Snuggling in close, she sniffed around like she smelled something funny, then we started getting affectionate and forgot about the movie. Pretty quick, I had Karen lit up completely, moaning and grinding into me.

“Todd!” she moaned into my mouth. “Oh fuck, Todd! Gawd! I feel like you’ve been gone a month. You are going to get so fucked tonight!”

Before I could say a thing, she bounced up out of my lap and strutted across the room, pulling her ponytail out and running her hands through her hair to fluff it out some. Her fingers trailed down the CD tower as she looked for something. Finding what she wanted, she turned around, looked at me, and nibbled on a finger.

“Turn off the TV,” she said in a voice that no straight guy could refuse. Holy cow. Karen hadn’t done this for me in years. When I met her, she’d been twenty-one and stripping her way through college under the name Desiree. She’d retired when she finished school, settling into the quiet life of a dental hygienist. I was pretty glad, to be honest. Dating a stripper has its own set of rewards and challenges. Not only can it be a pretty shaky thing for the confidence—you keep worrying about some well-hung stud taking her away—but also you worry about her a lot. It’s not the nicest line of work, some places. Carl ran a clean club, but I travel a lot, you know. I travel and see things.

Dental hygienists don’t strip, which is why it’s been six or seven years, but I still know my AC/DC. Of course, I did; I still fantasized about this some nights on the road.

She was in a hurry too, I could tell because she started with track two. BAM! She spun with the roar of the bass, wrenching her blouse open with a force that said, “Fuck you, buttons.”

Here I’d thought she’d been getting a bit pudgy, but no way. Karen was still in her prime! Damn, was she ever! Not an ounce of fat or an inch of sag.

Step, step, spin, swing, and sway lead into a bent-over half-turn and her gorgeous face looking at me. Look, hell; that was no look. That was an invitation that set my dick on fire. Dance, dance, pop! Her bra slid slowly down her arms as she shimmied.

Oh God. Oh God, I melted. She hadn’t forgotten a trick. Somewhere deep inside, she’d been hiding Desiree and, fuck, it was nice to see her back again. I hadn’t even noticed how much I’d missed the crazy slut.

One minute I held her bra, and a moment later, she was right up in my face, doing things you couldn’t get by paying. You could pay for fakes, but kissing probably isn’t what’s on the purchaser’s mind. They’ve just never been kissed right.

But Karen wasn’t willing to stop there. Neither was I; she had me pretty worked up. Breaking a scorching kiss, she snapped back. Strut, flounce, zip, eaaase. Her skirt came off much more gently than her shirt had. It slid down her legs as she bent over, displaying sensible panties and a senses-stealing ass. She hadn’t lost a thing. Not a thing in the eight years I’d known her. She wasn’t on par with that blonde teen earlier, but Karen was in my apartment. Karen was a grown-up with a grown up body, a grown up mind, and grown up desires.

Although, I think I had her beat for raw desire right about now. My pants felt like they were about to burst when a pair of damp panties dropped on them—followed by a hungry Karen.

I gave her a hand with my pants—the sooner they were gone, the sooner I could get to work making us both happy—but she had different ideas. With my pants dumped in a heap on the floor, she pushed in between my legs, and it was like I’d fallen into a different world. For one thing, she never did this. It was off limits when she had been a stripper and definitely not worth even asking about once she’d become a hygienist. It’s not like I had anything to complain about, I was getting a hell of a deal without getting blown, and she’d been more than free with … other things.

Lick. Life blurred for a moment. Lick. I gave up watching and just closed my eyes while she went to town. Lick. God damn, I was going to owe her big-time for this. Lick.

Some impossibly pleasurable time later, she lowered herself onto my still-stiff cock while her lips tried to give my tongue a hard-on-and I snapped back to reality again. I’m thirty-one. I know guys don’t keep going like this after blasting twice into their girl’s mouth. I know the goods when it comes to sex; right about now, I should be getting ready for another round, not getting another round.

What I didn’t know was what the kid did, but I got a pretty good idea why the bouncers let him and his friends into the club. Those are gonna be seriously happy bouncers when they get home.

I sure was happy, and so was Karen. She’d never looked as ecstatic in her life as she did panting, gasping, and squirming; her body quaking and rocking, riding me like I was some sort of sex machine. I kneaded her ass, helping her along when she lost her rhythm, and holding her as she shook her way through the biggest damn orgasm I ever saw. I couldn’t just hold us back for long though. All those muscles caressing and squeezing, combined with the pounding of her hips and her shrieks of joy, couldn’t be denied for long.

As I lay in bed afterwards—no idea how we got there—not quite asleep, I wondered if Sunday was a good day to go shopping for rings.

Terry

Of course I can dance. You think I’m stupid? Slow, yes, but stupid, no. I found whole pages of sexual seduction through dance options when I was looking for ways to upgrade Dr. Kathy’s medical education. It was so cool. I could have had Suzy completely molten by the end of the first set of songs. I could have had her so worked up that she’d have let me take her right on the dance floor, but that would have been cheating. I just programmed myself with enough knowledge and skill not to look like an idiot.

Matt opted out of telling Aimee—too chicken—and Darren … well Darren’s not the kind of guy I’d like knowing about absolute power, so I didn’t even bother telling him. He seemed perfectly happy absolutely devoted to an absolutely devoted girl, so when we broke up that night, he and Lacey went off somewhere quiet so they could make a lot of noise.

Suzy, on the other hand, deserved to know. So sitting on the front steps of Hübsches-Mädchen High, I told her everything—and her response came as a bit of a surprise.

“So? I’m game. Make me perfect.”

“Uh … I don’t think that’s possible.”

“There are always … possibilities,” quoted Suzy, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh come on! How can I perfect a girl who quotes Mr. Borque? You’re already there, Suzy.”

“Oh come on,” she groaned in sarcastic imitation. “I’m so plain.”

You can’t listen to a lie like that and keep a straight face, and Suzy, as you ought to know by now, isn’t stupid.

Her sky blue eyes slowly widened. “You didn’t!”

“No, but I think Mike did.”

“That little fuck! I’m going to kill him. Then I’ll kill you next! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How could I? I tried to tell the cops and they thought I was nuts. Der Fuhrer thought I was nuts. You didn’t even notice!”

She shrugged and I continued, trying to ignore what the shoulder movement did with her breasts. “Besides, it might not have been Mike. For all I know, it could have been me … or you. You could have just said something too close to his locker on Friday. He left the computer and had a mike on, listening in to everything. Practically everything that anyone said in the hall between Miss Jacobs’ room and the stairwell became real.”

“So Darren wasn’t always a freak?”

“Uh, no. He’s been a freak forever, but Lacey couldn’t stand him until just before last period yesterday; Christine Baker was just another cheerleader, not a raving, nerd-addicted nymphomaniac; and Miss Jacobs didn’t dress like a porn star. I think that was my fault, by the way.”

“And the Lesbian Cheerleader Bimbos? That had to be Mike.”

“Yeah, but I think they’re just bi. Mike’s not the kind who’d send them all the way over.”

“Yeah, the creep wouldn’t want to miss out on all that sex-starved pussy. So what do I look like?”

“A goddess come to earth. I stopped drooling hours ago, when I ran out of saliva.”

“Oh, come on!” Suzy barked, crossing her arms, shoving her chest up, and lifting it practically out of her top. “My boobs are way too big, my ass sticks out like a bubble, I’m too tall, and my lips look like they’re permanently swollen.”

Her lips? I took a good look. Holy shit! “You know, I was too busy looking at the rest of you to ever notice the lips. You’ve got Angelina Jolie beat, hands down.”

“Good. She’s a husband stealing slut.” She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a smirk on those full, red lips. “Right. Perfect for wrapping around a dick, huh?”

“Ah, yeah,” I said diplomatically. “Maybe, but they’re sure perfect for kissing.”

“Right,” she said again. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned forward, pursing her lips into a promise of pure pleasure, and waiting.

I stared at the red bow on display. I was going to kiss her when I was done drinking her pose in, honest, but her eyes blinked back open and she raised an eyebrow.

“Hello, Romeo? That’s your cue, so go ahead.” Her voice dropped and she sighed rapturously. “Kiss me.” The bow flashed again for a moment before stretching into the smirk again. “That or drop your pants.”

“You serious?” was as far as I got before fingers knotted in my hair and lips crushed into mine.

“You bet I’m serious,” she said, grinding her body against mine. “You should have seen the sex fantasies I was dreaming up last night!”

“Er … that was Matt’s fault, sorry.”

“Sorry, like hell! I’ve been having those for years now; I’ve just never cum like that before. You are definitely turning that back on if you switched it off. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve set yourself up with a nice present for me; you and Mike aren’t all that different.”

“I just made it a bit bigger, not huge and hopelessly addictive.”

“And you’re not going to try and ram all of it up into my stomach like Mike does, are you?”

“Uh … no. But I’m not gonna do it on the school steps, either. That kind of stuff I’ll totally leave to Mike. Where do you want to go?”

“Well,” said Suzy, looking meaningfully at the laptop. “I think my parents and evil stepsister are suddenly going to get very sleepy, and I’ve always wanted a big canopy bed in my room.”

Miss Jacobs

I looked at the clock. Other than the time I spent in the gym and buying all of these movies, I spent the whole day watching porn! God, if only the school board knew! Kelly Adams, you are so wasted on porn. You should have been a teacher, but you weren’t. Someone had to teach the kids better, so it looked like I had the job. Tomorrow, I would start with Tommy. His friends were right; he had to see this!

And then we can practice a little. Learning together, teacher and student—what could be more wonderful? When we’re done, he’ll have no problem satisfying his crush, I’ll see to that.

Still, I can’t wait to try out everything I learned on Monday. Oh, I know it’s all faked, but the kids don’t know that. They probably see it all as gospel, and we’ll all have so much fun learning the ins and outs together! Those cheerleaders and their orgies … they’re probably doing it all wrong. One of these had a cheerleader orgy; I should watch that one again, even though they were university cheerleaders.

I think I will.

Terry

This wasn’t the first time I’d ever been in a girl’s room, but it had been a few years—like maybe four—since the last time. I’d just never been in a girl’s room for the express purpose of making out with her, obviously, and I should have been nervous as hell, but something about Suzy’s room put me at ease. I think it was the bookshelves packed full of Sci-fi, fantasy, and programming books on either side of her desk and the computer sitting on the desk. I didn’t know we had the same monitor, but behind it, where I would have loved to put my poster of Explorer’s Chief Science Officer, F of X, she had one of Mr. Borque—in the original uniform no less. It almost looked like my room, if you shifted it slightly out of phase and a cleaned it up a bit.

Then I stopped looking at the room because Suzy’d reached behind her back, placing her breasts on full display. Slowly, she drew her dress’s zipper down. Even more slowly, she slid the straps across her shoulders and down her arms. I forgot about everything else. Her eyes drifted shut and she wore a mask of ecstasy on her face as her head tilted back. Sure, the pose was faked, but holy shit did it look hot. If you took picture of her the way she looked right now, guys all over the world would be ordering the poster to put over their bed. F of X would never reach the wall now.

Caught at the bend of her elbows, the straps caused the top of her gown to drape itself over her crossed arms, just beneath her breasts. Just then I realized that what I thought was an ass fixation, wasn’t. It wasn’t a boob fixation either. I had a massive and undeniable Suzy fixation. Dressed, naked, or in tiny strips of lace designed to explode my dick, it didn’t matter. Only Suzy mattered.

With that in mind, I wholly approved of the bra. I never thought of it quite like this before, but you framed paintings to protect them because they were works of art; if you did it right, the frame enhanced the beauty. DaVinci never painted anything this fine, and no frame could ever do Suzy enough justice, but the lacy half-cup tried. Plus, it served another important function of a picture frame: protection from the environment. Breasts that fine you didn’t carelessly risk exposing to the degradation of gravity and the elements. You preserved them so that they could be enjoyed for decades to come.

The straps released, her top fluttered slowly down and folded over where the dress cinched tight. That’s when I noticed that Suzy wasn’t moving in slow motion to tease me; my brain was just drawing everything out as long as possible to take in and record all available details. Just as I spent last night dreaming about Suzy’s happy chess dance, my future dreams were doomed to domination by Suzy in a fluttering blue dress. Five bucks says that, before the night was over, Suzy would find some way to make even the dress a distant memory.

Suzy cracked an eye open and looked at me staring stupidly and licking my lips. Then she burst out laughing. Holy shit, those abs looked amazing when they tensed and relaxed as she drew breaths.

“You have no idea how silly you looked. I’d swear you thought you were watching a stripper or something.”

“You have no idea how hot you look, Suzy. None. Zero.”

She plopped down on her bed wearing nothing but her overflowing bra, blue dress, socks, and maybe panties. I couldn’t tell from where I sat, but God willing, I’d be finding out about the panties soon. If I didn’t, my balls would burst.

“So tell me,” she demanded. “Girls like to hear how beautiful they are.”

“Um … ‘Holy shit!’ is about the only thing I’ve found that really works, so far. You make every girl I’ve ever seen look ugly, porn stars and fashion models included.”

“You are so useless at this,” she groaned, shaking her head. “You’re supposed to say something that makes me all flustered and ready to crawl into bed with you.”

“Think you can do better?”

“Uh huh. You bet I can!” Suzy rolled over onto her side and stretched out on her bed, emphasizing curve after curve. Her voice was whispery as she said, “I could sail forever in the deep pools of your eyes.”

She waited while I found hidden reserves to drool from. “Your turn.”

“Huh?”

“Say something nice about me. I’m beautiful, remember?”

“Oh. Uh. You’ve got better curves than a race track?”

Sultry, half-lidded eyes burned into mine, and her voice went low and breathy. “I can’t wait to suck on that rock candy you have for me.”

“Mind if I go wake up your mom?” I asked after thinking for a while.

“What?”

“So I can thank her for you.”

“Hah!” she blurted. “That’s pretty good. You get that off the Internet? How’s this? ‘Where’d you get those clothes? I’ve been undressing you with my eyes all night.’”

“I love you,” I said, laughing.

Her beaming smile went incandescent as she pushed off the bed and into me. Her lips pressed into mine for a moment, then pulled back. “That was completely unfair. We’re supposed to flirt for a while before you resort to that to get me into bed. That’s your problem Terry, too impatient. Upsizing your dick was probably the first thing you did after you figured out what was going on.”

“Hey, I got you back out of bed with that line, so technically. it was a step back. Besides, the first thing I did was turn Molly into a huge breasted hentai magic girl.”

Suzy’s body was too toned and tight to jiggle much when she crushed into me, laughing, but what did jiggle …

Holy shit, it felt amazing.

“M-molly? Hee hee. Buh-bet she’s going to be a bit more open to what gets played at anime club.” She stopped giggling suddenly, let go, and looked at me darkly. “You better still be a virgin.”

How does a guy prove his virginity? I suppose the traditional way is to make a complete ass of yourself in bed—something I wasn’t really looking forward to—but I had another option.

“Just a second,” I said, regretfully letting go of Suzy. “I can prove it.”

I opened up and booted Mike’s laptop.

“So I finally get to see the great machine?” asked Suzy. I could see by the look on her face that it didn’t really impress her much, but she did react to the number of icons appearing on the task bar. “Holy shit! How does he have enough RAM left to run anything?”

See what I like about Suzy—other than the obvious—we really do have a lot in common. I doubleclicked the shortcut, Master PC loaded, and a few moments later, I pointed to the big fat zero on the sexual experience slider.

“Hey,” she said, after thinking for a few seconds. “Can that thing give me my virginity back? Sort of wasted it on Mike.”

I thought about that for a second. Why on earth would anyone want to be a virgin? “Probably, but why bother? It’d be fake. Besides, doesn’t it hurt the first time?”

“Yeah. Never mind,” she said before laying on the sarcasm. “It’d be just as stupid as giving yourself a bigger dick. Just set me up with my canopy bed and make it so I won’t get pregnant until I want to. And sprinkle the bed with rose petals.”

“Rose petals?”

“Yeah. It’s romantic. I don’t want you to just fuck my brains out; I want to be romanced before you start hammering away. And I want a big, fancy bed.”

“Go ahead,” I said, getting up out of the chair and pointing at the laptop.

Suzy flashed me a surprised-but-sexy smile as she sat down and cracked her knuckles. She looked the screen over, as if deciding what to do first. Her hand caressed the lucky mouse for a moment, and then she clicked and dragged the mouse over to the side.

“Ack!” The pain was over too fast to live up to excruciating; nevertheless, the sound of my pants being rent asunder and the tortured scream of my zipper will haunt me forever. For a moment, I looked face to face—face to back of helmet, really—with my dick before physics caught up and it slammed down onto Suzy’s desk like a toppled tree, pulling me over with it.

“Wow,” was all she said for a while I struggled back upright. I couldn’t stand properly with an extra leg’s worth of meat between my legs, but at least I could get my feet back on the ground. “Suzy! What the fuck!”

“Just wanted to see what would happen. This is really cool. I wonder if I can make it prehensile like an elephant’s trunk …” She started typing.

The shock wore off. “No,” I said, staring in muted horror at the four or five feet of cock that had flattened her scanner. “No way. Change it back, Suzy.”

“Oh, I don’t know; you lay on the bed, I wrap my arms and legs around it, and I think we could have a little fun. Make it a bit thinner …,” she looked at the throbbing mass beside her. “OK, a lot thinner, and I could use it to pole dance. I bet you’d love that! You’d have the best seat in the house!”

“Suzy …”

“If you had two or three, we could try out tentacle porn,” she laughed, staring at my ludicrously huge cock. She put a hand on it “Weird. I can feel the blood pulsing through it. How can that work? You don’t have nearly enough blood, and if you did, your heart would give out from the strain.”

My whole life jolted as her finger tips idly drifted up the shaft and tickled their way across the head. “Ssssuzy!”

“Oh well, later.” The monstrous erection shrunk so fast, that I felt like I should have had sound effect accompaniment and been slammed back into the wall, but instead it contracted silently and peacefully. All the same, I fell into a sitting position on Suzy’s bed and watched my cock bobbing and changing size as Suzy tried to return the slider bar to its original position. Finally getting it back about right, she looked at it, squinted cutely, grinned, and moved the slider a bit further right. That time I swear I heard a “Boink!”

“If that doesn’t fit, I’ll make it fit,” she said with a smile. “How do I … oh. Here it is.”

One dialog and a few seconds of typing later, Suzy, in all her half naked glory spun on the screen.

“What are you doing?”

“Just looking. What did Matt do to me last night that felt so awesome?”

“He turned your sexual desire for me way, way up. I guess it felt really good because you wanted it so bad.”

“Hmmm …” She moved a slider a little to the right, took a rapid breath, and then looked at her rotating image. “You know, I always wanted a twin sister,” she said, punching in another command. “We’d be the best of friends and share everything.”

“But I’d be a redhead like mom,” said the girl with the flame-red bob cut standing in the doorway. “Nah. I want midnight black and some of what you’re getting.” Suzy’s new twin looked at my groin and wore a very familiar smirk. “Get ’em up, scout.”

I watched the second Suzy’s hair darken as she walked towards me. By the time Jaimie—according to the computer display, Suzy had just refactored her stepsister—had her baby doll tee up over her head and on its way to the floor, her hair was a raven frame for a face every bit as awesome as Suzy’s.

Suzy watched as her newly-genetic sister stopped, hands on her hips, and posed for effect. I heard Suzy clicking away, but was too busy watching Jaimie v2 feeling herself up to care.

“Like what you see?” Jaimie asked, unbuttoning her shorts. “Mind if I go first, sis?

“Sis?” Jaimie and I looked over at Suzy. The twin’s eyes met, sparks flashed and Suzy sucked in a breath.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her eyes widening. “I look like that? Terry, how do you keep your hands off me?”

The Suzys gazed at one another, both flushing almost identically.

“Hello? Girls? Suzy?” I snapped my fingers, finally drawing her attention. “What did you do, Suzy?”

“I wanted to see what I looked like to you. Oh god, I’m so hot.”

“Way to go Suz,” said Jaimie. “You probably just made yourself a lesbian. S’OK, You just watch while I do Terry.” She turned away from me and bent over to remove her shorts, making sure that Suzy and I saw everything.

“Don’t worry, Terry,” she cooed, looking back and waving her ass. “I’m still straight.” She turned around, stepped between my legs, placed her hands on my shoulders, leaned in to kiss, and vanished.

“No thanks, sis,” said Suzy, looking horny as hell. “I guess I’m not all that into sharing after all.”

“Whoa! Where’d she go?” I asked, probably looking just as horny, but that might have masked my disappointment. A ménage et trois with twins was definitely on my list of things to do. “You didn’t delete her, did you?”

“Relax, Terry. I just put her back to bed. We can experiment on her later.

“Uh. No. I think we’ll pass on that.” She looked at me her face screwing up into a cartoony pout punctuated when she stuck her tongue out, spun back around, and started typing again.

“Aren’t you done screwing around yet?” I leaned forward to peer around her and see what she was up to this time.

“Don’t worry, Terry,” she cooed in exact mimicry of her temporary sister. “I haven’t even started screwing yet.” The bed jolted up a few inches. Lace and curtains surrounded me as I sat on a huge, solid bed that screamed “Girl!” complete with the rose petals. I heard her tapping keys rapidly while I looked around, wondering how Suzy made the massive bed fit in her room.

Then she had stopped typing, and her chair spun around. In one hand she had the mouse, and on her lap sat the computer. Her free hand pointed towards the Command center. The mouse pointer hovered over the send button. “What do you think?”

It read Suzy gives head like a pro, and she loves it. She clicked the mouse button and shivered softly.

“Mmmmm. Yeah,” she sighed. “I could get used to that feeling.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Suzy,” I said as she folded the computer shut and put it back on her desk. “Matt did something like that to Aimee and now she’s got a serious …” The warning went to waste because she practically fell out of her seat and dropped between my legs. The grip of her fingers felt a lot better than mine ever did, but they should. She could work a cock like a pro now.

“I can change it back whenever I want,” moaned Suzy, her full lips closing in on my stiff shaft. “I don’t think I’ll want to, though.” Contact!

“Mmmmm.” Her head bobbed as she hummed and her fingers played. “I definitely won’t want to,” she gasped as I lay on my back. When I could summon the will to do something other than moan and twist, I watched her play. She worked like a pro all right. She even swept her hair off to the side as if she were giving a camera a clear shot while she played me like a flute and looked up periodically to suck me into her blue eyes.

There were a dozen times or more that I knew I was about to cum and let myself go, only to find out that she wasn’t ready yet. Finally, after a lot of pleading, she allowed me to erupt. In her mouth. And she swallowed.

“That was sooooo much better,” Suzy moaned. “Mike always made such a mess.”

Then she dropped back on me and started again, but this time she wasted no time at all and had me spurting in nothing flat.

“Hey, what about you?” I asked the next time her head lay on my lap, mostly idle.

“What about me?” she asked, softly licking me back to attention.

“You’re up two-nothing. Let me play for a while.”

“Don’t think so, I’m trying for a shut-out.”

I put a finger under her chin and lifted; she didn’t like that much, so I wound up having to use both hands to pull her up into a kiss. I did get to use her lips for their intended purpose though.

“OK,” she said, relenting. “Your turn. Let’s see if you can out do me.”

A few moments later, I had Suzy on my lap, and we groped and necked for all we were worth. I abandoned her full lips after I got her bra out of the way, so I could hear her cries unmuffled and feast on the pebbled nipples fronting her lush, teardrop breasts. She helped my amateur fingers manipulate the hook, and her bra dropped to her lap and then to the floor.

Squirming frantically, she almost fell off my lap twice, so I moved on. Manoeuvring her over so that she lay on her back, I began to work down her muscular, but still feminine, abdomen, and finally to where her dress had bunched up during our play. She got the hint—by now you should be well aware that Suzy’s not stupid, even when out of her mind with lust—and lifted her hips.

The dress slid right off, and to my surprise, she did have panties on. X-rated panties, but still panties.

“Where’d you get these?” I asked before licking along the slit traced in soaked silk.

“Bought them this afternoon,” she gasped. “And ruined them already. Oh! N-no morrre panties for dates with Terry. Ooh! Ooh, do that again!”

Now I know I was no where near as good at oral—or with my fingers—as she was, so I think the wave that burst through her, followed by her sobbing and shaking was just because we were both too worked up, and she hadn’t gotten anything yet.

But holy shit! The perfect girl writhing in orgasm is … holy shit. Just like the rest of her, that was the only way to describe it. Holy shit.

Needless to say, I started again right away. Suzy’d cheated by using Master PC, but I planned to have a great time learning how to do this right. She just didn’t lay there and enjoy it this time. Pretty quick she had me on my back and was grinding into my face. Not long after that, I had her on her back again, her legs around my head, when she screamed the tying point onto my cock and collapsed into a shaking wreck again. I didn’t stop working on her this time to watch it, because she was almost up three to one when I somehow managed to set her off first.

“Enough,” she gasped out, lifting up off me before spinning around and crouching over my hips. “Wanna try this out for real before we wear each other out on foreplay.”

She grabbed my ready-to-burst hard-on and teasingly rubbed it against her sopping hole. I felt her open up around me. I heard her rapid intake of breath and …

The rest of the night was kind of blurry, actually. I’d love to have more details, but it was … Well, the perfect girl has the perfect pussy, and you can imagine what that does to an ordinary guy, let alone a virgin. I do remember stopping at one point so we could adjust things so that everything fit properly, but after that, it was all thrusting, moaning, bucking, and gasping.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep, with Suzy collapsed on top of me, was her saying, “Seven-six. I win.”

I begged to differ. Somewhere after number three, I’d changed my score keeping philosophy to be more selfish, but I was too tired to say anything about it.

Miss Jacobs

The morning after I spent the day reviewing the materials, I stood at Tommy’s front door, looking sweet with both hands clutching my purse in a white knuckled grip. Yes, I was nervous, but I think I kept most of it off my face. To Tommy’s mom, I should just look like a young girl worried that she’d appear too forward by calling unexpectedly on a boy in the middle of the morning. There was no way she could know that I wasn’t driving my mother’s car, that I intended to have sex with her son, or that I wasn’t wearing a thing under my pleated skirt.

Still, I could feel my plan unravelling as she looked at me in amazement. What if she did recognize me? I’d be out on the street, that’s what. My job would be gone, my career would be gone, I’d probably go to jail, and no one would ever let me near their son ever again.

I swallowed hard, reached out a hand to shake, and said, “Hi. I’m Kelly. Is Tommy home?”

“Thomas!” called his mother. She looked back at me, shock still apparent on her face “There’s … someone here for you!”

I’m pretty sure she didn’t recognize me; the last time she saw me I was in tweeds, glasses, and doing my best to look sixty. This time I dressed to look sixteen. A ponytail pulled my hair back; my rarely used contacts replaced my glasses; a tight shirt under my sweater minimized my post-teen development; and a reasonably long, but still hip, skirt covered my legs down to my knees.

Legs are legs, right? Sure, mine looked better than they had when I went to HMH, but I checked my yearbooks and I’m pretty sure I looked no better or worse than the gymnasts and cheerleaders. If anything gave me away, it’d be my breasts or my face, not my legs.

And I’m not dumb. I left the heels in the car and wore sandals to the door.

Tommy dropped down a flight of stairs and swung around the corner. He took one look at me, went white, his legs seized up, and he spun and slid across the hardwood floor. I joined his mother in wincing as he smacked into the wall and fell over with a thud.

“Muh, Mis … uh …”

Obviously, Tommy making a fool of himself around girls was normal because his mother didn’t look all that shocked about his behaviour She was shocked that a girl was calling on her son, but not about him bungling it. I’d fix that right up. He just needed some confidence, some experience, and some good, old-fashioned schooling. I planned on schooling him today until his penis fell off. I was going to school him until we couldn’t walk anymore. I was heating up something awful, so I tried to redirect those thoughts, at least until we got away from his mother.

“It’s just me, Kelly, Tommy. Hi! Like, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie?” I think the “like” might have been a bit too much, but I was trying to act like a teenager. I didn’t talk like that in high school, but stereotypes have to come from somewhere.

“Hello, Kelly,” said Tommy’s mother, somewhat warily. “Pleased to meet you. Where do you know Thomas from? School?”

I resisted correcting the end-of-sentence preposition and deliberately sloughed off on the grammar in my response. “Yeah. He’s in my English class.”

It was true; I just didn’t bother mentioning that I was the teacher. Tommy, knowing the whole truth, just about collapsed again, but he got to his feet and stared at me. I really had my job cut out for me if I was going to be able to get him to act normal around his dream girl. “Terry and Darren were talking with Tommy about a movie Friday, I found a copy, and it really is educational. I think he can help me out with some of it.”

Tommy went completely white and uttered something completely incoherent. That was good, because it meant he understood what movie but couldn’t blurt out anything incriminating.

At Darren’s name, his mother straightened up and—probably because it was used in conjunction with educational—started to speak, but then she stopped and shook her head.

“Well, you two have a good time. Thomas?” She turned to face her son. “Pork roast for dinner, so you better be back by six. Five, if you still have homework to do.”

Then she walked away. Good thing too, I didn’t want to have to start lying to the secretary for the PTA. I guess she didn’t want to say anything else. I wouldn’t. Tommy probably had a hard enough time catching a girl’s interest to risk scaring off the one who came looking for him.

I’d be fixing that, soon. He was a good-looking boy; once he started to show some confidence, the girls would line up. I was going to have so much fun teaching him until then, though.

With his mom gone, Tommy grabbed my shoulders and whispered loudly, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” I said, quickly revising my lesson plan. Originally, I’d intended to give him a blowjob when we got to my car—because that seemed to be the way girls did things these days, at least in the movies—but his mother might be watching out the window. I didn’t think Tommy’s ready for that yet. Instead, I put my hands on his hips, lifted up onto my toes and kissed him deeply. His mouth opened to squawk, but I shut that down fast by pressing closer, tighter, and slipping my tongue into his mouth.

I think I got it right, but Tommy needed work. He tried to stumble back, but I stopped him, took one of his hands, and put it on my butt. Then I kissed him more deeply.

“C’mon, we have a busy day ahead,” I told him and led him, in a dazed stupor, to my car. I’d drive a couple blocks to the park, we’d park for a while, and then I’d start on the oral sex lessons. They seemed pointless, blowjobs, but they figured heavily into the literature, and I didn’t want Tommy to miss anything that could prepare him for the real world. Eventually girls would be falling all over him, but until then, I was going to have a lot of fun teaching.

Then maybe we could teach the girls together.

Terry

Suzy woke me up around three, and we kept each other awake until close to five, so it was no surprise that the next time I woke up it was just about ten-thirty. The real surprise was how I was woken up. Suzy’s moaned off to my right, so I rolled over, ready to really give her something to moan about, but I’d been beaten to the punch.

And it wasn’t Suzy moaning.

“Morning, uh, Jaimie,” I said to the black-haired girl undulating beside me.

“Mmmmorning , lover,” she gasped, trying to grab a kiss, but her body arched and her head rolled away. I didn’t have to look down her glorious body to know I’d find long, corn silk hair hiding the magic being performed between her legs.

Sure, I looked anyway, but that’s just because I’m a guy. Jaimie’s delicate hands knotted in Suzy’s hair, her hips rhythmically lifted, pressing her lower lips into the upper lips of her equally gorgeous twin. I started on her ear, and worked my way down. I had to; she kept twisting her head too much for me to get any real work done.

I hadn’t really gotten a chance to really enjoy Suzy’s breasts the night before, but I made up for it now; from the way Jaimie responded, she appreciated what little I had learned. I should have been doing the appreciating; it shouldn’t surprise anyone if I say her breasts were perfect. Cupping the bottom of one would slightly over fill my hand, and my tongue seemed to be made specifically to roll around her large nipples.

Suzy looked up, brushed away her hair with one hand while the finger of the other set off a banshee’s cry and a wave of ecstatic motion from Jaimie, and apologized. “Sorry, I wanted to surprise you, but I couldn’t wait.”

Jaimie drowned Suzy out for a moment, practically deafening me by letting loose a glass-shattering howl.

“Couldn’t wait. I can’t believe I look like that; she’s amazing,” said Suzy, as the Suzy-proclaimed amazing girl sighed and stilled, her eyes drifting shut. “You lied. ‘Holy shit’ doesn’t even come close. I changed her again for a look, then I changed a bit more so she’d go down on me, and after that, I just had to know if she tasted as good as she looked. Mmmmmm. Yup. I am so bi, now”

“Thought you didn’t want to share,” I said snidely, sliding down the bed to tangle with Suzy. Damn this bed was big.

“It’s worth it,” Suzy replied, presenting her lush lips for a kiss. You don’t refuse lips like that, so soon our tongues duelled for supremacy, her’s trying to displace mine from it’s foothold in her mouth and mine refusing to give up an inch of ground. It was probably the only battle I’d won with her lately, but only because she broke the kiss first.

“Ewwww,” Suzy giggled, after gasping in a lung-full of air. “How could you kiss that? Do you know where that’s been? Hey, how do I taste?”

“Wasn’t paying attention,” I answered. “Too busy setting you up for this.”

I flipped her onto her back, so I could play for a while. And I did too, tickling here and there, licking and sucking other places. The perfect body is a very sensitive instrument, and I would have had her right where I wanted her if Jaimie hadn’t twisted herself around helped Suzy double-team me. They quickly had me flat on my back, and no one could have lasted long with both girls using them as a lollipop.

But that’s not what they had in mind. Jaimie sat on my chest, her ass practically in my face, and then slid back until what she wanted became perfectly plain. Meanwhile, Suzy mounted me. Her perfect pussy spread around my carefully sized cock, forcing a reflex action that buried me in her to the hilt.

“OK,” she warbled as she rolled her hips forward. “Let’s see who you can get off the fastest. Last one to blow gets to try anal first.”

I figured that after last night, Suzy’d win easily, but she didn’t. When Jaimie leaned forward and attacked her body, Suzy twisted and shouted her way into semi-consciousness. I hadn’t even made her sister do much more than moan and twitch.

To be honest, though, I felt like I was kind of robbed. I just happened to be the bottom of the love pyramid, so once I had her rocking happily in my lap, I asked Jaimie.

“Oh, you certainly helped,’ panted Jaimie. “But Suzy goes off like a rocket when you nibble on her ears.”

“Oh.” I took the advice to heart, and tried it out on Jaimie. They’re twins now, right? Jaimie most likely knew from personal experience.

Turned out that Jaimie just went into giggling fits. I tried, I really did, but the bucking babe in my lap kept pace with me until I moved my hands from her oscillating hips and cupped her ass.

“Mmmmm, Terry,” she sighed, speeding up.

When I teased the rosebud, her grip tightened, and when I slipped a finger in, her gasp almost sucked my head into her mouth. She probably would have deafened me if her body hadn’t snapped back suddenly.

She flopped back onto Suzy, Jaimie’s rolling head setting off very interesting vibration patterns in her sister’s breasts when it hit them. I kept at it though, I couldn’t get a good angle to keep working her ass, but it didn’t matter, she was long gone already.

“Oh God,” she sobbed, coming down slowly. Suzy stroked Jaimie’s hair, kissing, nibbling or licking everything she could while I slowly stroked in and out of Jaimie’s flooded pussy.

Suzy looked up at me and grinned before she went back to fondling, tonguing, and caressing her way down Jaimie and towards me.

Jaimie’s just as smart as Suzy—or she is now, at least—but it really doesn’t take much thought power to figure out what to do when dripping, blonde muff gets pushed in your face, so while Jaimie ate her sister out, Suzy licked away at the pistoning connection between me and Jaimie.

Jaimie’s downward slide from orgasm reversed, her hips began to wiggle, her inner muscles began to caress, and my cock began to burn with a need to cum that bordered on painful.

Don’t get me wrong, I was enjoying myself quite a bit, but you’d think I’d have cum a couple of times by now. I’d been fucking not one, but two enthusiastically hardcore girls for at least half an hour and Jaimie’d already cum two—her pussy clamped down on me as her hips bounced uncontrollably and garbled sounds slipped out the gap between mouth and vaginal lips—three times now.

At Suzy’s prompting, I slipped my still-hard cock out of Jaimie when she began to still again, and Suzy happily licked me clean.

“What’d you do, Suzy?” I moaned, as she ran her tongue around a cock no more than a nanometer from the orgasm finish line.

She giggled. Her lips started at my balls and slowly stroked upwards. Her tongue rolled around the tip and, with a pop, in I went.

“AK. Gee I oo ee, aee.”

“Huh?”

“Give it to me, Baby,” she blurted, trying to speak and get her mouth back on me as fast as possible.

Splat. Half a dozen delayed orgasms went off, and this time I flopped over backwards, twitching, and wrenching spurting cock away from her mouth.

“My turn,” said Suzy after licking most of the mess off me. I was worried that she’d try to clean cum off the walls and bed sheets with her tongue, but she seemed more interested in cock than actual cum.

“Nuh huh,” said Jaimie, obviously still in a daze but rational enough to assert her claim. “I won the bet. He takes my ass first.”

A few minutes after that, Suzy sat in her desk chair, pouting, while Jaimie and I tried to figure out how to get eight or nine inches of cock into the perfect ass.

“You two are so pathetic,” muttered Suzy as she turned the laptop on.

Aimee

“I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a wonderful guy!” I sang. Despite the headache and having been too wasted to get it on with Matt the night before, I was still lost in bliss.

“This is too much,” sighed Sharon. “Aimee, please tell me you didn’t sleep with him last night.”

“Nope,” I half lied. My god, he was huge. “He was a perfect gentleman, even after I got a little tipsy. I sure wanted to do him though, but I think I was too drunk, or maybe he’s too much of a gentleman.”

“Aimee, you promised …”

I tuned her out. She’s my best friend and all, but sometime she thinks safe means no fun at all. I shook my head and felt my brain rattling around. Next time I only have one glass though. Honest!

Matt

“I think Aimee’s an alcoholic, Terry. Once she starts drinking, she just won’t stop. Lemme fix that—and one other small thing—up, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“No way, Matt. If we use this thing to solve everything, what do we accomplish? Jack shit. By the way, nice job on Aimee’s tits. A bit much, don’t you think?”

“Just right, far as I’m concerned,” I retorted. “I don’t believe that you didn’t do a thing to the twins … what the hell are you grinning about? You didn’t screw with their minds, did you?”

“Nope, but I screwed just about everything else. I thought Darren was a pervert, but holy shit! Suzy’s got him beat hands down! She’s up for anything, even her sister.”

“Great,” I said, puzzling over the way he’d said sister; at least he’d got something. “Uh, hey, Terry? Could I make once last little change? My, uh, dick …”

He looked at me questioningly. “What? Bigger? Holy shit, man!”

“No,” I mumbled before blurting, “It doesn’t fucking fit!”

Fuck. I knew he’d laugh. Asshole.

Christine

“Then I want to round the girls up and get you properly introduced. You don’t mind sharing me with girls, do you?”

“Uh, what?” mumbled my fuck-drunk husband. I looked him up and down. Not what I’d always expected to marry, but … Mmmmmm he was getting hard again. One out of three’s not bad, if that one is good enough.

OK, so it wasn’t official yet and we lied about our ages on the application, but no one really checked our ID. Once they found out, maybe we’d be rejected. Oh well. Until then …

“Collin,” I said, presenting myself on my hands and knees. We’d already tried Doggy style, but this time I had something else in mind. “I still have a virginity for you.”

Actually, I hope the wedding papers are rejected. That way we get to do all this again! And with a big ceremony this time!

“We need some sort of oil or something to get it in,” said Collin, after inspecting my ass for a while and making a few attempts to get more than just the head in.

“That’ll be our first wedding gift,” I groaned. “OK, just stick it in wherever you waahhhh! Yeah! Like that! Harder!”

Lacey

“Oh get real!” I laughed as the people on the monitor made out in the most ridiculous pose I’d ever seen. Still, it looked white hot! I stroked myself faster, partly because I was horny, but mostly because Darren loved to watch. “People don’t really do that, do they?”

“Wanna try it and find out?”

“Sure! But after you get in better shape. No way could you hold me up like that,” I pointed at the screen, “and fuck me at the same time. If we’re going to do stuff like that, you’re gonna have to work out more, Darren. Before I met you I liked guys tall and muscular, but I’ll settle for short, muscular, and seriously perverted.”

Mike

Oh fuck, I hurt when tried to sit up, so I just laid there trying not to move. One arm was immobilized, both hands were wrapped in something, and my forehead … bandages? Where the hell was I?

Looking around with my glasses off, it took me a few moments to put things together. I sat on a bed in a hospital, wearing a gown and everything. How long had I been here? Which hospital? What had happened?

I gotta get the fuck out of here, was my first thought, followed quickly by, holy cow! That nurse is just too fine.

Watching her watching me while bending over to adjust my bed was a real kick. She almost looked like she liked me, but it had to be just good bedside manner.

“Hey,” she said, smiling sexily. “You’re awake. Don’t try to move, I’ll take it easy and then go get the doctor.”

She folded the sheets over, out of her way and bent over my waist—laughing musically as she kissed my stiffening rod through the hospital gown. Shit! Her lips rubbed up and down, slowly pushing the gown up along with her stroking. What the hell was going on here?

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to try this out while you were awake,” she sighed, fondling my exposed and enormous cock with her slim fingers.

No expletive I knew could match the first few teasing licks.

You read these stories online where some guy wakes up after an accident with massive powers, huge cocks, and chicks throwing themselves at him, but fuck me! This couldn’t be true! No w—

Memory flooded back with every bob of the nurse’s head and every pump of her small hands. Memory poured in and cum gushed out in torrents.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” moaned the wild-eyed nurse as my cum dripped from her face. She kept stroking my undiminished woodie, periodically licking between words. “But your doctor says no more fucking until you’ve recovered from the surgery.”

“No more fucking? How long was I out?” I wanted to ask, but my jaw was wired shut. “Where’s my laptop? Get it for me and I’ll give you the fucking of your life, you sexy bitch. I’ll screw you until you can’t think anymore and give you tits that’ll stop men dead. But first, I give myself telepathy.”

I imagined my sexy nurse with huge knockers as I came again. She was more prepared this time, and writhed erotically while she sucked everything down. I kept the flow up for a while, and she just kept drinking, lost in her own cum-induced heaven.

Even if I had the laptop, it was useless. I couldn’t type, not with my hands all wrecked. I couldn’t even write it out for someone else to type in. What would heal first? I wondered as the nurse righted herself shakily, pulled her skirt up, her panties down, and lifted herself onto my bed. The hands or the mouth?

Her legs spread and she straddled my waist. She pulled her hair out of its net and let it fall free before whisking it behind her. Sobbing with pleasure, she lowered herself slowly, carefully. I felt her pussy spreading wide around my cock as I slid into her. So tight! The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Deeper and deeper into the nurse, I sunk until I bottomed out with about four inches still outside of her. She began to wriggle, twisting herself to get it deeper.

“Come on!” she yelled. “Gimmie all that fat cock! Give it to me, hard!”

I tried, I really did, but it hurt too much to move. Actually, it hurt too much with just her moving. She began to pound faster, slamming back and forth. My head bounced on the pillow a couple of times, and mercifully, everything quickly went black.

Terry

Master PC could give me complete dominion over all that I surveyed—except for Suzy, she had her own ways of getting what she wanted. But really, as much as I liked the idea of control, it wasn’t anywhere near as much fun as what went on from just letting Master PC run wild, so 8:25 a.m., Monday morning, Mike’s fully-charged laptop went back into the locker. Matt and I spent Sunday afternoon screwing with the program (Suzy and I spent the night screwing other things. Holy shit, she was into anal!) so that, near as we could figure, it wouldn’t really hurt anyone, but it could still spring a few surprises.

And who knows? Sooner or later it had to pick up a rumour about me.