0 comments/ 146826 views/ 13 favorites Remote Control: Channel 01 By: clownboy ONE "All right, all right. I'm coming!" Ricky made his way through the living room and into the hall entry still wearing his pajama's. The banging on the front door woke him from a wonderful dream involving him and a sexy professor that he couldn't stop daydreaming about since the semester started. He looked over at the couch to see Byron, his roommate, sleeping on the couch. "Don't worry Byron, I'll get it," he said out loud to himself. He made his way to the front door and opened it, squinting his eyes at the bright afternoon sunlight. "It's been awhile since he's been awake this early on a Saturday," he thought. Standing there was a delivery man from UPS or FedEx or one of those delivery guys, he wasn't really sure, but he could tell by the matching uniform he was wearing that he was indeed a delivery guy. "Morning sir. Delivery for a Mr. Ricky Long," the delivery guy said. "Yeah, that's me." Ricky said. "Just sign here and I'll get the package out of the truck," delivery guy said, handing Ricky a clipboard and pen. Ricky took them and watched the guy head over to his truck. It wasn't unusual for him to be getting a package, his parents have been sending him stuff ever since he started school a year ago, but the last time he spoke to them they didn't say anything about a package coming. He just signed and watched the delivery guy pull the package out from the back of his truck. It was huge, simply marked TRV on the side of it. He didn't think it was from his parents and started getting curious immediately about it's contents. He knew Byron didn't order anything, Byron was as broke as he was. The delivery guy made his way to the front door and pushed the box off of his hand truck, taking the clipboard and pen from Ricky making sure it was signed. "Thank you sir," the delivery guy said. Ricky looked down at the box then back at the guy. He was sure that there had been a mistake of some sort. "Excuse me, but are you sure you've got the right package or the right house for that matter?" Ricky said. "You are Ricky Long right?" he asked. "Yeah." "Then I'm sure," he said, looking aggravated that he was being held up. He then ripped a copy of what Ricky just signed and handed it to him. "Have a good day." "Yeah. Thanks," Ricky said, looking at the box, confused. He watched the delivery truck pull away and then lifted the box and carried it into the living room, noticing the Byron was awake now, but stayed laying down on the couch. He watched Ricky struggle with the box, but didn't get up to help. He simply leaned over the back of the couch and watched him place the box down. "What's that bro?" he asked. "Beats me, did you order something?" Ricky asked. "Nah. You?" "Nope." "Well open it," Byron said. Ricky looked around the room and found a butter knife in the mess, stabbing it into the box to break the tape holding it together. He placed the knife on the ground and ripped it open the rest of the way by hand. There was a big pieces of styrofoam on the top which he pulled away. Underneath that was what looked like a television. He reached in with both hands and lifted it out of the box. "Dude it's a TV," Byron said. "Clear off the TV stand," Ricky said. His arms spread apart holding the set from the bottom. Byron got up and pushed everything off the stand, dumping it on the ground with a crash. He lifted the old television set and added it to the mess. Ricky then placed the new set on top and stepped back. The new set hung off both sides of the stand, but held it good enough for now. He then went to work on plugging it in and hooking up the cable line to the back of the set. "Dude, that thing is sweet," Byron said. It was sweet. A sleek, silver trimmed 52" set that looked like it could go from zero to sixty in two seconds flat if it was a car. Neither of them knew a thing about electronics, but anyone could tell that this thing was top of the line shit they had in their possession. Even though the name of the company was new to them. Ricky stood and walked back over to the box he just lifted the TV from and found the remote. He looked it over as he walked back to the set. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. The top half of the remote looked like any other, power button, channel control button, numbered keypad, volume control. The bottom half of the controller though looked completely alien to him. There were several buttons that had weird symbols on them, a small keyboard that looked very much like a computer keyboard and a large green button at the bottom of the remote. Ricky shook this off, electronics were never his thing, so he just thought that it must be the latest in remotes. "So, let's test the puppy out," he said and hit the power button. The set whirred to life making a very quiet humming sound, then the picture came to life. It was the clearest, crispest picture he had ever seen. He flipped through the channels, just admiring the quality of the picture, the pureness of the sound stopping on MTV. Britney Spears's latest video was on. Not Ricky's first choice in musical selections, but he just wanted to see how much the speakers could handle. He held his finger down on the volume control, watching the meter on the screen rise. The sound remained clear, not a single hint of distortion could be heard. He was impressed. And so was Byron. "Dude this thing is fucking awesome!" he said. "Are we going to keep it?" "I suppose so," Ricky said. "Let me see," Byron said, reaching for the remote. Ricky looked down at the remote before handing it over and noticed that the big, green button was flashing. He looked over at Byron, then back at the remote. "I wonder why it's blinking?" Ricky said. "Beats me dude. Push it." Ricky rested his thumb on the button and pushed down, looking up at the screen to see if it did anything. He watched Britney dancing around and noticed that the screen started getting brighter and brighter. It wasn't long before he was surrounded by the brightness, it seemed to fill the room in fact. He looked around and all he could see was the light, lifting him from where he stood. Then he felt a sudden rush of air, like he was being forced forward. He wanted to scream, but the rush of air held it back. It was like being caught in a snow storm, but it didn't last long, soon it all went calm. The rush was gone, the bright light was gone, everything was gone. He was standing alone in darkness, well, not entirely alone. Standing in front of him was Britney Spears. She was wearing the same outfit that she was wearing in the video he was watching right before the bright light. A tight pair of black hip huggers that rested snugly around her waist. A skimpy, black top that pushed up her tits into a very ample cleavage. Her hair was wild and messy, tossed in front of her face. She looked up at Ricky, rested her hands on her hips and smiled. "Hi, and welcome to TRV. Totally Real Virtuality. I'm Britney Spears and I'll be your host as we walk through some of the basic features of your TRV television," Britney spoke in her most professional sales pitch tone. Ricky was speechless, even if he could speak, he had no idea where to start. He decided to just listen for now, hoping that Britney would have some sort of explanation for what happened to him. She walked towards him and started her introduction. "First, TRV would like to welcome you to to the latest in virtual reality technology and thank you for choosing TRV. If you just tell me your name, you'll automatically be registered as the user of your TRV set. Being the registered user of the set will allow you the option of locking out other users to use the set as well as other wonderful options," she finished and waited. "Ah... Ricky Long," he said. "Thank you Ricky. Now, as you've noticed, what TRV has done is given you the ability to actually enter a virtual environment with the stars that you watch on your TRV set. Not only that, it also gives you the ability to create an environment for you to interact with as well. All of this can be done with the use of the TRV remote. Just simply program in the environment and press the green button," She finished and waited. Ricky waited to. He looked around and wondered what they were waiting for. Britney just stood there, silent, smiling back at him. He then looked down at the remote and noticed the green light flashing again. He pressed it and the room began to change. They were now standing in a large field of flowers. He could feel the warm spring air, smell the flowers around him. "Excellent," she said. "Not only can you control the environment, but you can also control what the people in the environment are wearing." She feel silent again and Ricky pressed the flashing green button. Britney was now wearing tight, red leather pants. A red leather vest that was buttoned all the way down to her navel. "Excellent," she said. "Now, to leave the TRV environment, all you need to do is press the power button, until you press the power button you're free to interact with the environment that you create for as long as you would like. This is the end of the introductory tour. TRV would again like to thank you for your purchase. Are there any questions?" "Um, yeah. If I'm here, where ever here is, where am I, I mean my real body?" "Your body is safe in your home," she said simply. "OK. So, are you just a hologram?" "No, everything in the environment is real, including me. Let me show you," she finished and walked up to Ricky reaching up and touching his face. Her hand slid gently across his cheek then back to her side. "So, can I just enter this environment or can I actually enter what's happening on what I'm watching or what?" he asked. "How it works is when you decide to enter the TRV environment you enter it with whomever or whatever is on the screen at the moment you press the green enter button. From there you can then enter specific settings about the environment for, you and me for instance, to interact in. Or, environment settings, clothes settings, etcetera can all be preprogrammed before using your TRV remote. You can also enter the environment of what is on the screen as well. Let's say you were watching oh, Friends for instance, you could actual enter the world of that show. Understand?" she said all of this with that big, bright smile on her face. "Yeah, I think I do. Do you mind if I give it try right now?" he asked. "Not at all", she said. Ricky looked down at the remote and began typing into the keypad, looking up at Britney every once in awhile. When he was done, he pressed enter and watched to field change into a small, dark room. A solitary chair in the middle of it. He worked again on the remote and pressed enter. Britney's clothes changed again. She was now wearing a short, black miniskirt with calf high, red boots. A small, white blouse that was tied into a knot in front just under her breasts. He worked again on the remote, hit enter and music started playing. It was one of Britney's songs. He wasn't sure which, just that it was her latest. He then walked past her and sat in the chair, putting the remote down on the floor next to him. Britney had started to sing, her back to him, her voice filling the room. He was never a big fan, but she sounded sweet and sincere. He felt it running through him as he sat and watched her, her hips shifting up, holding out her ass, then gyrating forward with the music. Her head tossed back looking at him as she sang. Ricky watched her body move to the music as she turned and danced slowly for him, her eyes locked on his. He'd be lying if he told you that he didn't think she was hot, he did, even hotter now that she was really singing to him. Her eyes teasing him, running her fingers through her hair as she made her way over to where he was sitting. His eye watching every sultry move she made, eyes fixed on her ass as she moved it seductively in front of him. She was moving in small circles now, rocking her hips in an even smaller one, her eyes finding his every time she turned. She then stopped and lifted one leg, then the other so that she was straddling him, her hands in his hair as she belted out the last few lines of her song. The music kept playing though as her fingers worked there way to the back of his head where she gripped and pulled back. She leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. Her mouth sucking on his as she sat on his lap. She could feel that he was rock, fucking hard, so she ground down against him as they kissed. Their tongues tasting each others. Ricky's hands moved up and took hold of her tits, kneading them over her blouse, pushing them together, holding them tight. She finally broke the kiss, though her tongue lingered in his mouth for a moment longer, licking his teeth and lips. She then leaned back and took his hands from her breasts, putting them down at his side, a smile forming on her face. A wicked smile, not the usual sweet, innocent smile that he's always seen her with. Her hands then went to work on her blouse untying the knot that held it together, slowly opening it for him, revealing two perfect breasts. Ricky looked down at them, admiring how perfect they were. Two large nipples centering them out. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth, sucking in all he could. He devoured it, biting down and licking around her swelling nipple. His hands moved from his sides and held her by the waist as he moved from one breast to the other. Sucking each one into his mouth. "Yes," she moaned out, removing her blouse completely and throwing it on the other side of the room. Her hands then went to his head and pressed him onto her more. As he sucked her tits, she worked her hips over his thigh and started to press her crotch against it, grinding down. Her moans were getting louder and louder mixing with the music. He had no doubts now about how real she was. After a minute she pulled him off her breasts and stood. Ricky just watched as she worked her way out of her skirt, exposing her sweet, little pussy. It was neatly trimmed, leaving just a small, short cropped patch over her lips. Leaning forward, she ripped open his pajama top and kissed his chest. Her tongue snaking over it, working over each of his nipples, looking up at him with her big, bright eyes as she went from one to the other. A few seconds later she worked her way down until she was kneeling between his legs, her tongue making a trail to his navel where she darted it in and out. She then raised her head and placed her hands on the waistband of his pajama pants sliding her fingers into the sides, pulling them down and lifting them up and over his bulging prick. Ricky lifted his ass so she could easily slide them down his legs, pulling his top off the rest of the way and tossing it out of view. Britney had his pants down around his ankles now so he picked one foot up, then the other so she could remove them completely. She turned and tossed them with all of their other clothes then looked back at Ricky. His cock was at full attention. She looked at it, then up at him. "My my my," she said with a smirk on her face, one eyebrow raised. She then took his big, thick, nine inch cock in her hand and gently stroked it up and down. Her hand moved with gentleness, feeling every inch of him. She worked it up to the head where she held him carefully then leaned forward and licked from the base to the tip. One slow, long lick. She lowered herself and did this again, this time catching his balls before she worked her way up to the tip. On the last time she did this, she slipped the head of his cock inside her mouth and sucked on it, her hand moving down to hold him at the base. "Oh yesssss," he let out, overcome by the feeling of her warm mouth taking him. Her little fingers wrapped around him, holding tight as she slid her lips further onto his cock. She went down halfway onto his shaft and then pulled up slightly, sucking in as she did, then sank back down. He could feel her tongue pressing the underside of him as she pulled up then sunk back down over and over. He looked down at her, her head bobbing slowly up and down, twisting when she had gone down as far as she wanted. He wasn't sure if the real Britney Spears could suck cock, but this one was doing one hell of a job. She was handling his massive prick better then any real girl ever had. She sucked for awhile longer then took her mouth off of him, stroking with her hand again. Her head lowered between his legs and he could feel her tongue licking each ball, then her mouth surrounding them. She moved from one to the other, all the while her hand held him and stroked expertly. Ricky wanted to cum right then and there, with his balls in this sweet, young stars mouth, but he had to feel his cock inside her before he came. Leaning forward, he took her arms and raised her up. She followed, placing a leg on either side of him as she stood on her toes. Ricky took a hold of his cock with one hand, put the other on her waist and guided her down until he felt her pussy lips part around the head. He then moved it until he felt the head against the small opening of her pussy then pushed her down some more, feeling her stretch around him. She was tight, but wet. After the head was firmly inside her, he held her by the waist with both hands and pulled her down. Her pussy reluctantly gave way as she sank onto him, the walls squeezing him tight. She grunted and squirmed on top of him, never having so much inside her. She began the lift herself up, his cock not really giving way, then sank back down forcing more inside her. Grunting loudly in his ear as a fresh inch of cock entered her. She lifted quickly this time and sat back down with some force so that even more could slide inside. "Oh god," she screamed out, over half of Ricky's cock snugly inside her young cunt. She sat like that for a minute, giving her pussy a chance to get use to the beast inside her, but Ricky didn't want that. He placed a hand on both of her ass cheeks and lifted her up, then pulled her down. He was breathing heavy, concentrating on not cumming which was becoming increasingly difficult given that her pussy was squeezing him so tight. The feeling was a pleasant kind of torture. He gripped her ass tighter and continued the motion until she was moving on her own, picking up speed. Her hips rising and lowering onto him with increasing force, her toes grazing the ground. "Ung. UNG! UNGGH! GOD!" she grunted out each time she pounded down on him. Her hands holding tightly on the back of the chair, her tits bouncing in front of him. Her pussy must have started getting use to his cock now because he was sliding in and out of her with a bit more ease then before, which allowed her to create a smoother rhythm. She was now rocking forward each time she came down on him and her grunts gave way to moans. Ricky reached up and took hold of her tits, squeezing them, holding her down on him so she could just rock back and forth, allowing his cock to move around inside her. He looked up at her and watched her face twist into a clear sign of pleasure. Her mouth open in a silent moan, followed by small, gaspy breathes. "Yeah baby. Come on," Ricky said, pushing and holding his hips up into her. "Oh yesss. That's it," she finally said. "Cum on that cock baby," Ricky urged her. "F-F-FUUUUCCKKK!" she screamed out as she stopped rocking and uncontrollably bucked her hips. Ricky could feel her pussy tighten and hold each time she bucked, coming hard on him. He just squeezed her tits harder and pushed more cock up into her. "OOOooooooGOD!" a loud lasted moan drifted from her and faded into the room. He then gently lowered his hips back onto the chair and let her catch her breath. His cock twitched inside her, wanting to cum. He gently pushed her off of him and got up from the chair. Britney knelt down on the seat and Ricky stepped behind her, his hands running over the firm, smooth cheeks of her ass. He left one hand on one cheek and took his cock in the other, stepping forward. He then bent slightly to place the head of his cock into her soaking cunt and grabbed her ass with both hands. She leaned against the back of the chair and turned to look back at him. Her hair matted in front of her face, a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. Ricky slammed forward filling her in one quick stroke. Remote Control: Channel 01 "AAAaaoooww!" she screamed out, her eyes locked on his. He pulled slowly out, watching her sucking a quick breath of air as she felt all nine inches exit her only to be quickly replace in one thrust. He did this again. Slowly out, quickly in. The again. He pounded her so hard the chair began to creak forward along the wooden floor and her screams soon grew louder then the music. "Oh god please..," she said back to him, "make me cum again." The sight of this little girl twisting in the chair, urging him to fuck her until she was screaming with another orgasm was almost too much. He spread his legs further apart and held her tight, pounding into her. He fucked her hard, fast and relentlessly. His aching balls slapped loudly against her. Her entire body rocked with him. The chair on the verge of breaking. And Britney's howls were music to his ears. "Yes. YES! YESSSS!!" she screamed out, letting him know that she was cumming. Ricky reached up, pulled her hair and watched her face squint as she rode the orgasm out, but he didn't stop fucking her. His cock slipping in and out of her the entire time she came. He was close now and wasn't going to hold out a second longer. Her pussy held him tighter then before, the orgasms she had made her pussy constrict a bit. He reached up with both hands now, pulling her hair. "Yes. Yes, that's it Ricky," she urged and teased him on. "Cum in my fucking pussy." "Grrrawwd," Ricky had enough. His balls ached and she was driving him crazy. He slammed hard one last time and came inside her. His balls raising and lowering as they pumped out load after load of cum. She looked back at him as he grunted and gasped, still holding her by the hair, that patented Britney Spears smile on her sweaty little face. "So," she said, "what do you think of the TRV system now?" Ricky looked up at her, letting her hair go, still trying to catch his breath. "Beats watching Wheel Of Fortune," he said. TWO "Holy shit," Byron said, looking at Ricky in disbelief. "I know man, I can not believe it either, but it all felt so real." "I've got to try it dude," Byron said. "You will, you will, but..," Ricky looked Byron in the eyes, "no one can know about this. Understand?" "Yeah I know Rick. I won't tell anyone." "Promise me Byron." "I promise dude, now come on, let me try." "All right, here you go," Ricky said, handing him the remote. To Be Continued... Remote Control: Channel 02 ONE Byron took the remote from Ricky, looking at it with the curiosity of a child. He wasn't sure if he believed his roommates story that he was transported into a virtual reality world where he and Britney Spears had sex. Ricky didn't go anywhere. He was standing there next to him the entire time. They were watching a Britney video, but no time had passed where his roommate might have been off in some made up world fucking the shit out of Ms. Spears. Byron just thought that if he was to believe it, he had to see it for himself. He flipped around on the tube until he saw something that interested him then looked at the remote. "So I just type in what I want to happen here?" he asked, pointing to the small keypad on the remote. "Yup. Then press the green button when it starts flashing," Ricky said. "All right, but it sounds crazy Rick." Byron looked down at the remote and started typing into the small keypad then waited for the green button to flash. Once it did he pushed down on it and waited for the bright light and sudden rush of air that Ricky described, but nothing happened. "You are so full of sh-," he started to tell Ricky, but when he looked up he wasn't there anymore. The room wasn't there. Nothing he knew was there. Instead he was standing in a dark, smelly alley. Rain lightly coming down. He stuffed the remote into the back pocket of his jeans and headed further into the ally. He couldn't believe it, Ricky was telling the truth. It was all true. He was chuckling to himself when he heard someone step into the alley behind him. Footsteps echoing off of the walls. "Didn't anyone tell you that it's not safe to be out after dark?" someone said behind him. Byron turned and saw her standing there, framed by the streetlights behind her. It was Sarah Michelle Gellar. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing a pair of black jeans with a bright red stitching, a black tank top and thick, black boots. And she was making her way toward him. "Holy shit. You're Sarah Michelle Gellar," Byron said. She laughed. "That beating I gave you last time we meet must have loosened a few marbles. Me Buffy. You Spike. Got that?" she said. "It worked," Byron thought to himself. "I'm really in the show." And if he had to guess, he looked just like the character Spike on Buffy, The Vampire Slayer. He figured that since he was here, he'd better play the part. "Oh, Buffy, it's you. Now how could I mistake a beautiful girl like you for someone else. A bloody fool, I am," he said. She was right in front of him now, looking up into his eyes. Her hair being pulled back really showed off her big, beautiful eyes and sexy little lips. She smiled, making her lips thin out into a line, and blinked up at him. "You know, flattery will get you..." she leaned forward and rose to her toes, kissing him on the lips. They parted and her tongue snaked into his mouth. Byron held it there with his own lips and sucked hard on it. She then pulled back..."everywhere," she finished. Her hands moved down his jacket and rested on the bulge of his jeans where her fingers fumbled with his belt. "Now now slayer. What would your friends think of you screwing around with a vampire?" he said. "You know I don't care what my friends think Spike," she said looking up from her work. "Ah, this is true." She finished with his belt and pulled open his jeans, sliding down the zipper. Her hand rubbed over the front of his boxers feeling his growing cock. It fit into her palm nicely as she caressed it, making it grow more and more. "Mmm. You are a naughty one slayer," Byron moaned out. "Let's see how naughty I can be," she said this as she went to her knees. Her hands pulling down his boxers so that his cock sprang out. It was fully erect as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking slowly on the head. Her tongue danced around while it was in her mouth making him throb and gasp out. "What would your keeper think if he knew what a slut you were," he said smiling. She paid no attention to him, just kept his dick in her mouth and sucked back and forth on it. Her hand had managed to pull his pants down around his ankles and his cock stuck straight out into her mouth. He reached down at took hold of her pony tail, wrapping the hair around in his fist, pulling her back and forth on him. His cock was a thick eight inches with a head the size golf ball, but she was managing to take almost all of him into her little mouth. He could feel her lips teasing the base of him so he put both hands on the back of her head and held her there. She moaned out, trying to pull back, but he kept her there, feeling her throat squeeze him every time she moaned. He finally let her go and she slide back, taking him out of her mouth to catch her breath. His cock was wet with spit and so were her lips. He grabbed his thick cock and rubbed into on her lips until her tongue started lashing out at him. "Filthy little slayer," he said and shoved his dick into her mouth. He grabbed her cheeks and started fucking her face. The head of his cock plopping in and out of the back of her throat. He then pulled all the way out of her, watching her suck the spit off of him. His cock was twisted and aching, but she wasn't done with it. Her tongue reached out and slid along the bottom of it, working all the way to the base then back up to the head. She did this over and over, feeling every veiny inch of him with her tongue. Byron just rested his hands on her head, her hair matted down from the rain. The feeling was bliss. Her tongue snaked around him and over him until his cock was glistening. "Goddamit little girl, you're going to make me cum," he said, pulling her up by the hair. She just smiled, licking her lips which were wet with spit. "Isn't that what you want?" she said. "Yeah, but not yet." He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and walked her over to one side of the alley and pushed her against the wall face first. She caught herself and leaned against it. Arching her back and sticking out that well rounded ass. He just stood and looked at her tiny frame. The rain had soaked her clothes. The flimsy tank top she was wearing now clung to her body. Her jeans looked heavy and started hanging low on her hips, making her ass more defined. He walked up to her and placed a hand on the small of her back and slapped her ass with the other. It made a loud thwapping sound that echoed off the brick walls of the alley. She snickered and started to purr like a little kitten, shaking her ass from side to side. "Oh, you like that love?" he said looking up at her. "Uh huh," she said, bracing herself against the wall with her hands and sticking out her ass for him. He rubbed it and smacked it harder this time. She yelped out and purred again, shaking the sting out of her ass this time. He didn't ask if she liked it that time, he just swung back and smacked it again, so hard that it rocked her body forward. His cock throbbed and twitched every time she moaned out, a shiny dab of pre cum dripping from the head. He smacked her again, this time letting his hand linger on her ass, then stepped back. "Take off the jeans, slayer," he said, watching her. Her hands slid from the wall to her waist where she pulled open her jeans. Then her thumbs shifted to her sides and she tugged down, shifting from side to side to work them down her legs, panties and jeans all at together. Once at her ankles she lifted one leg and pulled them over her black boots, doing the same with the other leg. Her ass was smooth and firm and rounded perfectly. He stood and looked at it while she returned her hands to the wall, watching the rain drops land lightly on her skin. He walked forward and cupped one cheek in his hand, squeezing it hard. Then smacked the other cheek with his free hand, the sound was louder and seemed to linger in the alley longer. "Owwww! Not so hard," she blurted out. "Shut up," he said. He slid his hand over her ass, placing his fingers in the crack and worked them down over her wet pussy lips, rubbing softly. He could tell that she was completely shaved and her own juices made her feel like velvet. He worked them back and forth on her outer lips until his fingers were slick with then parted her lips, placing one finger inside her warm, wet cunt and another on top of her swollen clit, where he pressed hard. "Oooo... that's better," she moaned out. Her head sinking down as she concentrated on what he was doing to her. "You like that, huh?" he said, working his fingers faster now. "Yesssss," she said, placing her face against the brick wall, her mouth gasping in short breaths of air. His finger slid easily enough in and out of her. The walls of her pussy trying to catch him every time he pulled out. The finger on her clit rubbing it in small circles. He was almost on top of her now, leaning into her. His cock pressed up against her ass as he lowered his face to hers. His hand working overtime on the sweetness between her legs. "You gonna cum for me slayer?" he whispered into her ear. Her eyes shut tight as her nails dug into the wall. "Yesss," she blurted out in between breaths. "Are ya?" he said again. His fingers a blur of motion between her legs. "YES!" she screamed this time. Her eyes shoot open as her body tensed, her lower half quivering on his hand. Pressing herself more on the wall as she gulped in breaths of air as if she was cumming for the first time. His hand stayed there milking every thing he could from her orgasm. Once her breathing returned to normal he took his hand away and turned her around. She leaned her back against the wall, wiping away the hair that clung to her forehead. He stepped into her, grabbing her leg as he did, lifting so that it was hooked over his forearm. He held his dick in the other hand and placed it between the lips of her exposed pussy then pushed forward, sliding into her in one quick motion. He stayed like that, buried inside her, while he got his footing and a good hold on her leg, then he began a the slow rhythm of pulling out and pushing in. Moving his hips in a small circle as he fucked her. She turned her head and palmed the wall behind her, letting out a long low moan that only urged him on. Her pussy felt warm and snug around him. And he couldn't help but to moan out with her, she felt great. He felt great. Her cunt squeezed down on him as he put the last inch of his cock inside her and loosened willingly as he started to pull out. They were perfect in their timing. He closed his eyes and lowered his head as he concentrated on the moment, before the whole thing caught up with him and he came right there. It helped, but not much. His free hand reached and grabbed her other leg, pulling it up so that it was hooked in his forearm as well. His hands moving down her thighs to support her by her ass. Her feet dangled limply behind him as he leaned forward and picked up speed. His cock diving straight in and out of her now. The new position must have allowed him to hit something new inside her because every time he pushed in her eyes widened and she grunted out. He felt it to. The head of his cock rubbed somewhere inside her making it harder not to give in and cum, his grunting matching hers. He didn't think he could hold out very much long and was about to blurt out that he was going to cum when she screamed out. "Don't... don't stop," she pleaded. He looked up at her, not stopping. Her eyes were on his, the look on her face was of pure desire. She was going to cum again if he could hold out a bit longer, so he tried. Closing his eyes and focusing. His pace getting a whole new purpose as he pounded harder, rocking forward when he was completely inside her. "Yes. Don't stop," she screamed out. He didn't, but was so close. "Yes. Just like that..." she said. He did it, just like that. Flying in and out of her so fast now that he could hear a loud slapping as his balls bounced off of her. His grunting becoming louder and louder. His cock throbbing more and more..."oh god.." her body stiffened and her legs tried to squeeze him tight as she came again, gasping in and out hard and fast..."fuuuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed out. He didn't open his eyes, if he saw her cumming, he'd surely cum as well. Instead he just held her there, feeling her breathing slowly settle, then put her legs back down on the ground. His cock throbbed and begged to let loose. He couldn't wait a second longer. So he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her face was flush, hair matted in long strands on her cheeks and neck. The shirt she was wearing looked like it was part of her now, hugging her so tight that he could see her erect nipple poking out at him. He grabbed his cock and started stroking. "Get on your knees slayer," he told her. She did, positioning herself so that the head of his cock was just above her face. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid out, barely touching the underside of his dick. Byron looked down at her, holding himself tightly and working back and forth over his shaft. His free hand resting lightly on the top of her head. He couldn't wait to see Sarah covered in his cum. "Yeah, just like that," he said, feeling that feeling in his balls. His cock throbbed that last uncontrollable throb, he could feel the cum rising through him. She winked up at him, then started breaking up. He could feel static all around him. The entire alley was breaking up to. Images all around him flickered and were gone. Sarah too. She blinked twice and was gone. "NOOOOOOO!!!" he closed his eyes, screamed out, and was gone. TWO When he opened his eyes he was back in his living room. Everything was dark except for the fading sunlight that was coming in through the hall windows. The new television set was out too. He looked over and saw Ricky emerge with a flash light, shining it in his face. "Byron, are you OK?" Ricky asked. "Dude. I was about to cum on her face," Byron said. "Ah, OK," Ricky didn't need to know that. "But are you OK? The power all of a sudden went out and well, I didn't know if it would do anything to you while you were in there," he said the last part as he pointed to the television. "Shit. I didn't think of that.." Byron said, calming down. "Do you think that the power went out because of the TV?" "I think so. We don't have any other appliances on. And I looked out side, it looks like the whole street is out," Ricky said. "Well that sucks." "Yes it does," Ricky said this and sat down on the couch. "I mean you look all right, but what if one of us is in there and the power goes out and something bad does happen." "Dude, this sucks." Just then the power came back on, the picture on the TV fired up just in time to show Buffy stake a vampire in the chest. Ricky looked over at Byron. He had a pained look on his face as he watched to screen and for a second he felt bad for him. "Dude, this sucks," Byron finally said. Ricky looked at the flash light, about to turn it off when he paused. Thinking. "What if..." Ricky started. "What if what?" "Well," he said, shutting off the flash light. "What if we had our own power source to monitor the set? It obviously uses a crazy amount of power to run, so, what if we had our own power station in the house?" "Yeah?" Byron said, confused. "I don't know exactly what's involved, but there's this kid in my Psychology class that might know. He's an Engineer major, so maybe he could help us," Ricky said. "Do you think?" "I don't know, but I could ask him to come over and check it out." "Cool," Byron said, watching Buffy a bit more intently. His leg bouncing nervously up and down. "Do you think he could come over soon?" To Be Continued... Remote Control: Channel 03 ONE He was finding it hard to concentrate in class today. Miss Ripley looked exceptionally sexy today. It was hard for his Psychology professor to not look sexy, but in the tight fitting business suit she was wearing today, she looked so absolutely naughty. And if he could keep his mind off of his teacher, it just went to the television sitting in his living room. He knew that it had to be a mistake that it was delivered to him, just knew it, but he had no intentions on finding out who it did belong to any time soon. Especially after that session with Britney. Oh but what torture to have such an amazing piece of hardware at his fingertips and not be able to use it. Another reason why he couldn't stay focused on the lecture. He was dying to talk to Eugene after class. He hoped that he could convince him to take a look at the set and help him figure out a way to maintain some sort of power source to keep the television from blowing circuits all over town. Yup, school seemed at the bottom of the list today for Ricky Long. He sighed and tried like hell to make it to the end of class. TWO Ricky's chin slipped off the palm of his hand and his head snapped up, the sharp ringing of the bell in his head. He looked around, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The class was already packed up and heading out the door. He jumped up and looked for Eugene, catching a glimpse of him as he was walking out of the classroom. "Shit," he said to himself. He didn't want another whole week to get him over to the house. He grabbed his books and pushed his way through the class to chase after him. He was gaining on Eugene, nearly catching him just outside of the classroom door when he heard Miss Ripley calling his name. Her voice sweet and commanding all rolled into one. He stopped in the doorway, looking out into the hall to catch what direction Eugene was heading then turned to face Miss Ripley. "Ah, yes Miss Ripley?" he said quickly. She headed over to him, taking off the dark rimmed glasses she wore as she did. "Is everything all right Ricky? I noticed you nodding off today." He looked down the hall again, watching Eugene turn out of sight. "Sure Miss Ripley. Everything is great, just a late night last night," he said, turning to face her as he spoke. "You know how that is." She looked at him concerned. "Mmm all right. You know you can talk to me-" Ricky started backing out of the classroom, smiling at his teacher. "I'm so sorry Miss Ripley. I-I really got to go." He finished, turned and ran down the hall after Eugene. She watched him, shaking her head and smiling to herself. Ricky was pushing people out of the way, apologizing as he went, turning where Eugene turned. It was The Quad. A huge atrium area in the middle of campus, usually packed with people, kinda like today. "Fuck," he said, scanning the open area. He panned slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. It wasn't until he looked all the way across The Quad that he saw him, sitting at the far end reading a book. "Thank you," glad that he didn't have to run and force his way through the crowd. Ricky walked up to Eugene and sat down next to him. "Hey Eugene." Eugene looked up and pushed his thick, black glasses up the bridge of his nose. He was a scrawny kid. Pale, pasty skin. Thin black hair parted on one side and brushed all the way over to the other. The kind of kid that wore a pocket protector, fully loaded with pens, pencils and slide ruler. "Oh, hi Ricky," he said in his mousy voice. "What's up?" "Nothing, nothing," Ricky said, pausing for a long time. He felt weird just coming out and asking him to come over to his house. "So. Great class huh?" "Hmmph. It's all right I guess. I didn't want to take it, but it's required," Eugene said, shrugging his shoulders. "Right, right," Ricky looked around The Quad, thinking of what to talk about. "That Miss Ripley sure is a fox." Eugene looked down into his book, "I suppose." "Fuck it," Ricky thought to himself, wanting to get to the point. "Hey, you're majoring in engineering right?" he said. "Yeah," Eugene said, looking up from his book, curious at the question. "So you know about electronics and stuff?" Ricky pressed. "Yeah, I suppose. Why?" "Well?" Ricky thought for a second as to how he was going to tell him. "I'm having a problem that I thought maybe you could help me with." "What kind of problem?" Eugene asked, closing his book. "Well, I got this new, um, TV and..," Ricky struggled for the words, hoping that he could skirt around what the television really did, ..." it keeps blowing the power in the house," he finished, keeping it simple for now. "And?" "Well, I was hoping that maybe you could help figure out a way for me to stop it from doing that," Ricky said, feeling like he wasn't doing a good job at convincing him to come over and help. "Why don't you just call the power company to come over and fix it?" Eugene said. "Right, power company. Welp, because it's a special kind of TV and I don't think that they could help." "What's so special about it?" Eugene asked, looking genuinely curious. "Well it's..," Ricky thought and thought and realized that there was no way around it. He had to tell him. "Well, this is going to be hard to believe, but. The TV is really some sort of virtual reality machine. You use the remote control to enter it." Eugene looked at him for a long time, then finally spoke. "Do you really expect me to fall for something so stupid?" "No Eugene, it's really-" "The Gamma Alpha's fooled me once telling me that they needed help with their 'time machine'. It took me all night to get the shaving cream out of my pants. No way. You can fool Eugene Burkowitz once my friend, but never twice," he said, getting up to leave. "Gamma Alpha's? No, wait Eugene. I'm telling you the truth. I don't know how it works or why it's sitting in my living room, but I'm not lying to you," Ricky pleaded. "I don't know Ricky?" Eugene was looking at him, studying his eyes. "I need your help in figuring out a way so that it stops sucking power and blacking out half the city." "All right. I'll check it out. But you've got five minutes to show me it's really what you say it is or I'm out of there," he said. "Oh, you'll see, I promise you," Ricky assured him. "Come by around seven or so. OK?" "OK." THREE Eugene was right on time, seven o'clock on the dot. Ricky walked him into the house and then into the living room. "Thanks again Eugene," Ricky said. "So, there it is." Ricky waved his hand to the set sitting on a ratty looking television stand. It's been off since Byron was almost stuck in it with Sarah Michelle Gellar, something that he keeps saying he wished would have happened. "It looks like a regular TV?" Eugene said. "I know. I know, but believe me, it's not." Just then Byron made his way into the living room, a bowl of Lucky Charms in his hand. "Who's the nerd?" he said to Ricky. "This is Eugene? My friend from class? My friend from class that's going to help us with the TV?" Ricky said, glaring at his roommate. "Oooh. Sorry dude," Byron said to Eugene. "So," Ricky said. "I guess I should show you how it works." Ricky picked up the remote and turned on the set. It hummed on and the picture fired up. It looked like there was some sort of cheerleading event on. Ricky looked over at Byron. Byron just smiled back and went back to eating his cereal. Ricky turned back to Eugene and held out the remote. "Welp, as far as I can figure it. You can enter what's going on by pressing this button and then pressing this button once it starts blinking. Or you can type in a scenario using the keyboard here and then pressing this button when it starts blinking. To leave the virtual world, you hit the power button," he said all this pointing to the various buttons on the big remote. "Now. I know it's hard to believe, so, I'm guessing it's just better if you did it for yourself." Byron jumped up, "WHAT!? I asked you this morning if I could use it and you said no!" "Are you going to figure out a way to keep the power from going out Byron?" Ricky said. "Well, no, but-" "Then shut up?" Ricky watched Byron sit back down and return to eating his cereal, then turned back to Eugene. "I'm sorry Eugene. Well, I figure the easiest thing to do is for you to pick a show, or whatever and just enter that, instead of creating a made up world. What do you think?" "I think you're both crazy," Eugene said. Ricky knew he wouldn't think that once he was in the TV, so he just handed him the remote. "Just pick what you want, hit that button, then the green button, OK?" Eugene reluctantly took the remote and looked at it, he knew that it had to be a joke. He was going to press the green button and get shocked or something, but he flipped around on the remote anyway. He was getting curious. He went past MTV and Friends and Spin City, stopping on Star Trek Voyager. "Figures," Byron said. "So I hit this button, then this button?" Eugene asked Ricky, holding out the remote. "Yup, just make sure you press the green button when who or what you want to interact with is on the screen." Eugene turned back to the screen and watched, he pressed the first button and waited until the second button was flashing then hit it. All at once the room got bright, so bright that he had to squint his eyes so he wouldn't be blinded. A big rush of air came, lifting him off his feet. He started to scream then all of a sudden everything was calm again, but when the bright light faded he wasn't in Ricky's living room, he was on the Voyager. In one of the halls. "Oh my god," he said. Shaking. He heard foot steps coming down the hall and froze. Two officers walked past him, looking at him very strangely, but just kept walking. "Oh my god," he said again. He heard footsteps coming the other way this time and started to panic. He stepped forward to the first door he saw and it slid open. He stepped into the room and felt the doors slide closed behind him. He was holding the remote control tightly in his hand. "Oh my god." He looked around the room and opposite him were a set of windows. Outside of them he could see nothing but stars and part of the ship. He couldn't believe it. He thought for a second that maybe he did get shocked and passed out and he was only dreaming this. He looked down at the remote and went to press the power button, his thumb against it when someone stepped out of one of the side rooms and out to where he was. He looked up and saw her standing there, shilouetted by the light of the room behind her. It was Seven of Nine. Jeri Ryan. "Oh my god," he said, watching her walk towards him. "Can I help you?" she said. "I-I'm..," it was all he could manage. "Did the doctor send you?" she looked at him curiously. "You-you're Seven of Nine," he said finally. "So he did send you. I requested a human male to further my training to become more, human," she said. "Please come in, I'll be with you in a second." She turned and went back into the room that she emerged from. Eugene stepped into the room and sat down on the small couch in the middle of it. He couldn't believe it. It actually worked. He looked over at a small vase on the side of the couch and went to touch it when she came back out. She was completely naked. Her big firm breasts bounced lightly as she walked over to him. She had very large nipples that covered the front of her tits. The hair just over her pussy was completely shaven. He looked up at her. Her big blue eyes looking down at him. "Should you not remove your clothes as well?" she said. "Oh my god," he said. "What? Am I not pleasing to the male species?" she said, looking statuesque. "Um, no. I mean yes, yes you are, but the, uh, doctor didn't tell me exactly what you requested," he said. "Since the doctor has made me completely human, I have been studying the male and female anatomy. I requested that he send me a male partner so that I can experience the act of intercourse so that I could be more familiar with your species," she said, not missing a beat. Eugene was in shock about the whole thing, but he wasn't stupid. He put down the remote and stood up, taking off his clothes. She was almost a foot taller then him. She looked down and watched as he took of his shirt and pants, sliding down his underwear and pulling off his socks and shoes. Lastly, he took off his glasses and placed them next to the remote. She looked at him, then placed both hands on his chest. She rubbed down and over his nipples then pushed him back onto the couch. "I have been watching films on this subject for some time now, so I have a good idea of what to do, but please, feel free to tell me if I do anything that is not pleasing," she said as she went down to her knees. She slid a hand up his leg and picked up his cock, it was fat and uncut. She stroked it, pulling his foreskin down to expose a big purple head. She stroked more, moving her hand up and down the smooth skin of his dick. Watching the foreskin slide up and down the head. Eugene was in heaven. He had never had a girl in real life, so he was enjoying every second of this. Her hand was doing a wonderful job at making him hard. And he watched as she looked at him, looked at his cock as it grew in her hand. Soon her fingers were wrapped tightly around him and she was moving up and down the entire length of him. The head of his dick sitting on top of his long shaft like a big fat cherry. "Amazing," she said, looking at the cock in her hand with the curiosity of a child. "Do you like that?" he asked her. "Mmm. Very much. Can I ask you?" she said, looking up at him with her dazzling eyes. "Are they all this big?" He smiled down at her. He knew he was big, but never thought he would hear a beautiful women like Jeri Ryan say it. "No," he said. "Hmm," she said and looked back down at his cock. She scooted forward and lowered her mouth to it. She puckered her sweet full lips and placed it on the tip of his prick and pressed down. Her lips tightly squeezing him as she sank on the head of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down on him. Her lips just pressing past the head and pulling back up. Eugene put his hands on the back of her head, fumbling with some pins that were holding her hair up. He pulled them out and let her hair fall into his lap. Her tits bouncing up and down against his legs. Her mouth had moved further down on him, the head of his cock firmly against her cheeks. He could feel her tongue moving back and forth quickly on the tip. It was amazing. He ws going to cum. And cum soon. He curled his toes and pumped his hips up into her. His cock sliding deeper into the warmth of her mouth. She moaned around him and reached out and grabbed the couch on either side of him. She just held her head steady as he fucked her mouth. He was pushing more then half of himself into her, tickling the back of her throat and he had started to moan out with her. He reached up and push at the back of her head and she went down further on him. Lips tight around him as she jerked her head back and forth along his shaft. Her big tits swaying back and forth. "Oh yes," Eugene moaned out. She just titled her head up and looked at him, never taking his cock out of her mouth. She wanted to see what he was doing. He was leaning forward a bit and tightening up. She moved her tongue hard against him while he was in her mouth and watched him moan out. So she kept doing it. Pressing her warm wet tongue on the underside of his shaft. Eugene's hands went back to her head and he gasped out. "I'm cumming." Her eyes widened as she felt his cock throb in her mouth, then the head grow bigger and finally something hot and thick shoot into her mouth. She swallowed it, feeling the warm goo drip down her throat. She didn't stop sucking him, just left his pulsing cock in her mouth and felt the warm liquid again and again fill her mouth, so she continued to swallow it down. Eugene's body jerked and twitched as he felt the last of his cum squirt out of him. "Jesus christ," he said and collapsed into the couch. She sucked up his cock and let him fall out of her mouth, licking her lips. She sat back on her feet and looked at him. "What was that?" she asked. "I came. I orgasmed in your mouth," he said, catching his breath. "So, are you done then?" she asked, wondering. Eugene chuckled. "No." Jeri then looked down between her legs and saw wetness there, glistening on her inner thighs. Eugene leaned forward and looked to, smiling. He reached out and took her hand, guiding her up onto the couch. She straddled him and was stopping, but he guided her up some more, so that she was kneeling over him. He leaned down and was looking up at the smooth lips of her pussy. He picked his head up and took one long lick over it. "AAaaa!" Jeri squealed out and threw herself forward so that she was now leaning over the back of the couch. She was about to to say something, but Eugene just shoved his tongue up against her and wriggled it around until it pressed open the lips of her pussy. She tasted sweet, like buttermilk. She reached back to try and pull him away, the feeling so new and intense that it made her legs start to shake, but she couldn't find him. Instead she dug her nails into the back of the couch and whined. Eugene reached up and held her ass as his tongue worked harder against her, sliding roughly between her lips up to her clit where he licked harder. The tip of his tongue flicked over the swollen piece of flesh fast and furious. He could feel her ass shaking in his hands. "Eeeoooo..," she wailed, her voice as shaky as her ass. Eugene just pressed harder, flicking over and over, loving the fact that she was quivering like a little girl. He quickly slid his tongue down the crack of her pussy and shoved it up inside her, trying to keep it stiff so he could work it inside her tight hole. He moved a hand down so he could rub at her sensitive clit while he wiggled his tongue around, finally working it's way into her. He could feel her moving over him and saw her trying to reach around again and grab him, but only managed to grab her own ass. His fingers working her clit in small circles as his tongue twisted up. She was leaning back now, her tits barely touching the back of the couch. She didn't know what he was doing but it was making her feel all rubbery. "NNngh!" she grunted out. He placed her clit between two fingers and worked it back and forth against his knuckles. His tongue darting in and out of her. her pussy began to leak down onto his tongue and into his mouth. The opening of her cunt puckering apart and closing as his tongue teased her. His cock had become rock hard the second he started to use his tongue on her. She reached again with her hand, but just slapped back down on her own ass. She was breathing hard. "What-what's going on?" she said. Eugene knew what she meant. She must be close to cumming. So he held her clit tighter between his fingers and he wormed his tongue back inside her. His other hand, the one on her ass, swung back and slapped her hard. "Ooo... ooo... ooo..," she moaned out. Her hips starting to rise an fall. Her nails dug into the cheek of her ass and she screamed so loud it rang in Eugene's ears. "FFAAAAAAA!!!" He kept working on her, listening to her breathing come in sharp willowy breaths. Her hips bucking against his face. He loved it. In some weird way, he had given Jeri Ryan her first orgasm. Her breathing became shallow and her body kind of limped down on him. He slid out from between her legs and stood. Turning so he was facing her. She had a perfect little ass, her narrow waist flaring into two firm, round cheeks. He grabbed his cock and stepped to her, placing the head of his dick up into her pussy. Remote Control: Channel 03 She turned her face toward him, her cheeks flushed red. "What are you doing?" she said in deep long breaths. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said and pushed the head of his cock inside her. Her body stiffened and her hands went to stop him. "OH GOD!" she screamed out and instead grabbed the couch to brace herself. Eugene grunted and pushed another inch inside her. Her pussy tightening the more he put into her. He held her waist and pushed more, sinking slowly into her with each hard thrust. "UGH GAWD!" she grunted with him. Her body rocking to the rhythm he was creating. He worked in half of his cock then pulled it out, listening to Jeri gasp as he did. He slid his cock along the wet lips of her pussy then placed it back inside her. This time he was able to slide into her a bit easier. He worked his cock in a steady motion, plunging in and pulling out at the same pace. Her pussy fit him like a glove. He reached up and stroked her hair, pulling it from her face so that he could she her. Her eyes were closed, but opened when she felt his hand. She looked up at him, moaning as he fucked her. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Yesss," she said and moaned out and he pressed harder with the answer. He quickened the pace and shoved down harder, wanting her to take all of him, but it wasn't going to happen. What did glide into her though felt wonderful. He closed his eyes and instinctively pulled her hair. She moaned out and pushed her hips back, sinking just a bit further onto him. Enough to make him moan out to. She must have realized he liked it, because she pushed back again, meeting him. This time they moaned out together. He let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulder, sinking onto her. Both of them meeting each others thrusts. Their moans coming together, getting louder and louder. She was sinking down with each pressing inch of his cock and he was laying on her more and more as they both grew closer to another orgasm. "It's happening again," she said. "Yes," was all Eugene said. "It feels so-," she moaned out and started to shake again. "good," Eugene moaned out as his body tightened. "Oh yes oh yes oh yesssss," she squirmed around under him, making his cock move all around inside her. "YEESSS!!" he grunted, pulling his cock out just as a thick stream of cum flew out of his cock, landing loudly on Jeri's back. She sank completely down on the couch as Eugene's cock squirted again, dripping come all over the small of her back. They both stayed still, Jeri collapsed on the couch, Eugene holding himself up, catching his breath. He finally sat and put on his glasses. Jeri turned around and sat next to him. "Are we done now?" she asked. Eugene sat and looked at his cock, still rock hard. He's sat at home and jerked off to her so many times, he just couldn't resist. He reached over and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down towards his fat hard prick. She shifted her body so that she was kneeling next to him, her tits pressing into his leg again as her mouth opened, tongue leading the way and took his cock in. He twitched as it did, still sensitive from cumming, but soon relaxed and enjoyed the sucking she was doing. Her lips slipped over the slick head and down onto his shaft, she moved quicker then she did the first time. Her hand taking him and stroking up and down to match the bobbing of her head. Her mouth was warm and wet, he could feel her stinky spit covering him. She raised her mouth off of him, a web of spit formed from her lips and went to his cock, she licked her lips and spit it out onto his dick. Taking her hand and working it into his shaft. She held him tightly in her fist and pulled up and down on him. "Oh yeah," he moaned, leaning back. "You like that?" she asked. "Very much," he said. She moved so that her face was directly over his cock. Her tongue snaked out and was just at the tip, a big gob of spit dripped off her tongue and onto his dick. She held him still and watched it dribble down his thick prick. When it reached her hand she lowered herself back onto him and started sucking again. He was so wet with spit, she was making loud slurping noises as she went up and down. Her mouth moving smoothly on him. He could have stayed like that for hours, but wanted to be in that tight pussy one last time. "Come here," he said, pulling her off of him. Her lips and chin were glistening from her spit. He held her hand as she stood. "I want you to fuck me now." "But how?" she asked. "Come up here," he said, guiding her up onto his lap. His cock rubbing up against the inside of her thigh. She straddled him and waited. He took his dick and held it as he guided her hips onto him. The wet head of his prick pushing past the soft skin between her legs, sliding into her. "MMmggg," she moaned out, closing her eyes as he went in. He pulled down on her hips, then up, then down. "See? You fuck me now," he said. She got the idea. Wrapping her arms behind him, holding onto the couch. She pressed her hips down and enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding inside her pussy. She smiled, liking the idea of being in control of he pace. She pressed until half his dick was inside her, then pulled up just slightly, the back down, then all the way up to the tip of his cock, then up and down in small strokes. Feeling the fat head of his cock plop in and out of the opening of her pussy. She sighed, loving it. "You like that huh?" he asked. "Uh huh," she said, riding him at varied rates of speed. "Now fuck me hard," he said. "Hard? Like this?" She slammed down on him. The tip of his cock hitting something inside her. She squealed at this. "You like that?" she said, pulling up and coming down just as hard. Squealing again. Eugene grunted feeling the force of her pussy on him. "Yesss. Like that." She started slow, but worked all of him out of her then came down hard. Long painful strokes. Getting faster and faster. Each time she came down she grunted and rocked her hips forward, moving him around inside her. She must have liked that because each time she came down, she ground herself on him for longer and longer periods. Soon she just kept him buried in her and ground down on him. Moving her hips back and forth and all around. He didn't mind it, she was getting off. He could tell by the long purrs that were coming from her. Her eyes were closed and she was just losing herself. She would bounce up and down for a second, then just rotate her hips in a circle. The circle getting bigger and bigger. "I'm-I'm-," she started. "Cumming," he told her. "Yes. I'm cumming. I'm cuuuuuummming," she threw her head back and rocked her hips wildly, holding onto the back of his head as she sang out in another orgasm. The milking she was giving him had brung him to another one as well. He picked her up and his cock slid out of her. She opened her eyes and looked down at it. His hand went around it so she joined in, wrapping hers over his. Jerking it up and down. Eugene grunted out and closed his eyes. Cumming straight up onto her stomach. She gasped out in amazement, jerking harder, watching every last drop come out of him. "Wow," she said. "That was cool." Eugene laughed and sank into the couch. She climbed off and sat next to him, smiling. "Are we done yet?" she asked. "Yeah, I think so," he said, getting dressed. She stood and turned toward him. "Well that was very... educational." "Yes, yes it was," Eugene finished getting dressed and picked up the remote. He looked up at Jeri's pretty face. He hair all knotted and hanging in front of her eyes. "Maybe we can do it again real soon," he said and pressed the power button of the remote. FOUR "So?" Ricky asked. "Wow," was all Eugene could say. "So what happened dude?" Byron joined in. Eugene looked at Byron and smiled, but avoided the question. "Well, I believe you. I have no idea how it's done, but I believe you," Eugene said. "So you'll help us?" Ricky wondered. "To do what this thing does, must take a serious amount of juice. There may be a way for me to design some sort of mini reactor the could just run the set. With enough power, you should have no problems," Eugene answered. "Awesome bro!" Byron jumped up, excited. "Thanks Eugene," Ricky said. "Let me throw some numbers together and get back to you guys," Eugene handed the remote to Ricky and headed out the door, whistling the theme to Star Trek. To Be Continued...