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Book 1: This Can’t Be Happening at Hübsches-Mädchen High
By William Pratt
Based on a Concept by KiTA
Master PC Created by JRParz
Floor Two, Locker 21-B whipped open; Mike tossed his knapsack inside and slammed the door shut with a clang. I was about to remind him that he’d at least need his history notebook and a pen, but he cut me off before I got the chance.
“You won’t believe what happened last night. I finally finished downloading that Kelly Adams vampire porno—”
“Cool! It as good as it looks? Uh, Mike? You ought to grab a boo—”
“No idea,” Mike interrupted. “The rip was a dud.
“At first I thought that I didn’t have the codec, so I … It’s unbelievable. You’ll never believe me. I’ve got to show you. You’re gonna love this. Everything’s all set up …”
“Show me what?” I asked, opening the door to the classroom. The room was almost completely empty, which it shouldn’t have been at eight thirty-five a.m. on a Friday morning. You’d expect the teacher to be there, but she wasn’t.
I didn’t mind Miss Hendricks. She was OK. Mike and I were usually late, but she was pretty good about that because we did all, or most, of the class work and participated in the class discussions regularly. She wasn’t a battle-axe and not an easy A; she just made a really good all-around teacher. She’d never be eye candy, either. However, as I said, she wasn’t there. The only person in the classroom was …
Marian Gerstner. A horrible name layered overtop of a thing of absolute beauty. I wouldn’t have been too surprised to find that Marian was the number one source of wet dreams for the majority of the male student population and a good number of the male teachers. My sex fantasies were generally either Marian or the porn star-of-the-month. The latter had been Kelly Adams for the last three months running, demonstrating a lot of staying power, but Marian was a lot closer, so she got way more exposure. Personally, I’d love to expose myself to either girl, if not both in a threesome.
“Watch!” said Mike, as he walked over to the stunning brunette. Given the lambasting she’d delivered to Mike earlier this week, this was going to get ugly. The last time their paths crossed, it’d been mostly an accident, but this time Mike deliberately tempted fate.
“Hey, Marian,” he began.
“Mike.” She stood and her body naturally dropped into teasing pose number five: Breasts out, hands on hips, and lips pursed. “I already laughed at your sorry ass once this week. Don’t you know when you’re out of your league?”
“Yup. You aren’t in my league, but I’ve been fantasizing over your body, like, forever, so consider this a mercy fuck.”
“Huwhat?” Marian was still human enough to have something in common with a geek like me. Sure, it was just complete shock over my best friend asking for a long and lingering death, but at least it was something. Not enough to give me any hope about there being an us in the future, but at least the playing field looked a bit more level.
I couldn’t see Mike, but what he did was obvious even from behind. He dropped his pants.
I waited for Marian to kick his ass. Why not? She’d done it once back in grade eight when Mike tried to steal a kiss in drama class and again in gym when we had dancing. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing what she could do with the heels she wore. I did love the heels, though. She looked effing hot elevated another three or four inches, but she was mental to wear those to school. The vice principal D. F. (Der Furher) Grant took the dress code every bit as seriously as he did every other school rule, and when it came to broken school rules, he played no favourites.
The look on Marian’s face started at total disgust, and any second now, those super sexy stilettos were going to punch a hole in Mike’s gut. But, before she killed him, curiosity got the better of her, and she looked down. When she looked up again, a fraction of a second later, her expression shifted gears fast.
It was absolutely fucking amazing. Her eyes bugged out of her face like a cartoon and just emptied. One moment she was Marian, the haughty fashion queen, and the next she was a dazed, confused, and unbelievably horny sex bomb. She showed off what I’d always wanted to see in that beautiful face: mindless lust. Her pupils were huge and her eyes unfocussed, her face reddening, and her jaw slack. She even began to pant. The stuff of fantasies stood before me, but just my luck. She was looking at someone else.
“You like that, Marian?” asked Mike, sounding not exactly nonchalant, but not all that surprised either.
She let out a sigh and half nodded. She tried a full nod, but her eyes didn’t come all the way back up. Then she dropped to her knees and her hands gripped Mike’s ass as she forced her face right up against Mike’s groin. I couldn’t see much, but either she’d just swallowed my buddy’s cock, or she faked it really well. Whatever it was, Mike had Marian’s face pressed up against him. Her body weaved slightly as she twisted and bobbed her head, or pretended to, and periodically she made little sounds not too far off from the girls in pornos.
Mike moaned, and I was like, “Oh come on! I’ve seen Mike. We compared once and neither of us was very impressive. Definitely not impressive enough for a prissy piece of ass to completely lose it over a quick glance and go down on him at school.”
Where the hell was everybody? We should be having class in here. I almost asked him if this was a set-up, but get real! What could he possibly have that Marian wanted enough for her even to fake this? Money? Marian had a legion of wanna-be boyfriends that were totally loaded. Car? No way. The only possession of any worth that Mike had were the boxes of Spiderman comics; a continuous run going back about thirty-five years that he’d inherited from his dad and built upon fanatically. Marian being a closet Spidey fanatic was about as likely as Marian really gobbling Mike’s cock.
“Ohhhhh God!” said Marian in a garbled moan, followed by a gasp of air and, “Mmmphhh!” as she hurled herself forward again. Mike turned partway to look over his shoulder at me, and now I could see more than I needed to. By quite a bit too. At least twice what he used to sport. Mike grinned.
I watched and finally got up the mind power to ask, “Mike? How?” Before I got any sort of explanation, Mike grunted loudly, bending over slightly and resting on the hand he’d placed on Marian’s head. In return, Marian shrieked like a banshee, muffled only slightly by the stupidly large dick most definitely buried in her mouth. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets far enough to show nothing but the whites, and her throat pulsed as she struggled to swallow. At least it cut off her scream before someone kicked in the door to find out what was going on.
She couldn’t keep up. Her cheeks filled up, and then rhythmic blasts of cum spurted out of her still-bobbing mouth. She should have been strangling, or at least choking, but she and Mike both swayed while she continued her head’s pistoning action all the way through Mike’s impossibly long, unbelievably … productive orgasm.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered a bit too loudly as Marian pulled her face off of the still throbbing, still rock-hard, still ruler-length cock, licked up the overflow splattered all over Mike’s groin and thighs, and tried to masturbate herself through the tight denim of her jeans.
Mike looked over at me again and smiled. “Hey Terry,” he choked out. “I’ll explain everything later. Right now … I promised Marian a mercy fuck.”
A smile, a huge, happy, horny smile, spread across the face of the hottest girl in school. She rolled onto her back and worked her jeans down her perfect legs, her eyes never once leaving Mike’s undiminished rod.
The whole situation was too messed up for words. I mulled it over while getting the novel I’d been reading from my locker.
“Mike and Marian. Geez. What’s next? Suzy Prentice with the perfect body? The guys’d never believe that.”
Miss Hendricks had taken sick too fast to get a sub in, but apparently, everyone but Marian and I knew it. Mike had a whole hour to work off his, and my, wildest sex fantasies with the hottest girl in town. Me? I just had an hour to kill, without a sex-mad, living wet-dream of my own, so I wound up in the library.
“It’s no fair,” said one of the girls out in the hallway. “She’s so beautiful that everyone in the class just stares at her. The boys all drool over her and it’s just no fair.”
“I know what you mean. I was looking over at Mickey, and when she took her glasses off to clean them yesterday, he just about popped. She must be a goddess or something when she takes her glasses off. I mean when I took a look at what Mickey was lookin’ at, I just about creamed myself …”
I tuned them out before they took that any further, but they did catch my curiosity. No one at the school was that good looking, were they? Personally, I’d kill to be beautiful; maybe not that beautiful, but at twenty-five, it wasn’t likely to happen. I’d finished all of my growing up and filling out long ago and no amount of sneaking to the gym at odd hours, special shampoos, perfumes, or clothes had ever made much of a difference. I was lucky to have the boyfriend I did have, even though we never did anything.
I, Kelly Jacobs, was doomed to the horribly dull life of a high school teacher. Well, it beat the alternatives. I wasn’t working at Wendy’s to pay for school anymore and I’d lost most of the weight I’d picked up eating fast food twice a day, but if only I had someone to do things with. I felt like I lived for the students, and that cheered me up; what could be more worthy that preparing the boys and girls of today to be the men and women of tomorrow?
“Hello, Miss Jacobs,” said Thomas, the first student of the day. He was a good kid. They were all good kids, but some were better than others. I smiled warmly and looked over at him.
“Good morning, Thomas. First to arrive, as always.” He stood there, distracted and staring straight through me. I turned part way around to see what he was looking at. It was just the blackboard and some of yesterday’s notes. “Thomas?”
“Ummng,” he said.
“Are you all right?” I put my glasses on to get a better look at him. He must have been sick because his face was red and he’d broken out in a sweat. “Thomas? Maybe you should go see the nurse.”
“NO!” he shouted, turning around suddenly and running back out of the room. It was very fortunate that the washrooms were across the hall, but I was not letting a sick boy into my class to infect the rest of the students, so I stood up, patted the wrinkles out of my skirt, and walked to the nursing station to consult with Elvira. She’d know what to do.
“Hi, Lacey,” called Monica and Monica, and I waved back. It was weird, sort of. I’d just slid right into the new school like I’d always belonged here. Everyone here was just so nice, not like going to school back in the big city. Oh, OK. Sure, not everyone was nice. Christine Baker and I were never really going to get along, but the rest of the cheerleaders were cool, and not at all like the sociopaths back at Rutherford. The jocks were laid back, the regular guys were nice, and the nerds weren’t that nerdy. With one or two notable exceptions, but they were more freaky than nerdy.
The only real problem I had here at HMH was the lack of a boyfriend, and that was because I’d really screwed that up when I got here. I pretended to have a long distance relationship to stave off guys while I got a feel for the school, and now the guy I did want, Ruben Carter, was off limits. I stupidly shut him down on day one with my “boyfriend in Seattle” story, and then he started averaging 30 points a game playing basketball. Whoops. If I went after him now, he’d just think I liked him because he was a sports hero, so I just sort of casually dated and waited for him to clue-in that we were made for each other.
“Hey, Lacey.” A pair of hands latched onto my hips while I dug through my locker. “We were made for each other.”
“Let go, Darren.” OK, so I did have another problem. I’d picked up my very own stalker, Darren Tyrcho. He was a freak, but he was quiet about it, sort of, and had some friends that could control him, sort of. Neither Terry or Mike were around, so …
I pushed back and then jerked forwards. Eew. He had a hard-on, the perv. “I said, let go!”
He stepped back when I pushed my math book in his face. “Sorry. I just can’t help myself around you. I’d do anything for you.”
“Really?” I stuffed my book under an arm and closed my locker back up, and then I spun and stared him in the eye. “Strip naked and walk around the school while quacking like a duck for me.”
I should have asked him to set me up with his cousin Ruben, but Darren was a creep, not an asshole, and there are some things that you just don’t do to people. Telling him “No” is fine, sure, but there are limits to how hard you should shut someone down, and using one guy to get another’s just wrong—the sort of think Christine did for fun. Plus, he did get a stiffie just from touching my hips, so I can’t fault his taste.
“I’ll do it if we do it together,” he replied with a lecherous grin.
“Uhm, let me think about that for a minute. Hmmmmm Parade around the school naked. Hummmm Nah, don’t think so. Why don’t you go bother Elsie? She’s more your type.”
“She’s more Mike’s type. Boobs out to here and all.” He made a moderately explicit set of hand gestures that totally … wait. No, Elsie did have huge freaking breasts. We called her Elsie the Milk Cow behind her back, didn’t we? Well, some of us did.
Darren didn’t bat an eye; he just kept going, following me down the hallway. “You’re just perfect though. A picture of feminine beauty. Short, sweet, and sexy. I love your hair, the way you walk, your eyes are to die for …”
He went on and on and on. Sure, it’s flattering, but if I looked half that good, I’d have moved to south to California to become a movie star rather than north to become a penguin. At least he wasn’t comparing me to porn stars this time, so maybe he can learn.
But every time he comes close to convincing me to give him a chance, he does something stupid. This time he slammed to a halt and stared like an idiot as a pair of basketball-sized breasts popped around the corner. Elsie followed a second or two later.
“Pig,” I said and stomped off.
I was not having a good day. Abe’s car broke down and I had to walk three blocks to school. In the rain. My dress code-violating dance squad (Ha! My Cheerleader-with-a-capital-C) uniform was soaked, but that’s got some advantages. It clung like it did that time I lied my way into a wet tee shirt contest. Unfortunately, that advantage got uncomfortable really fast, and now I was in my gym suit. Mom would be here before third period with a new set of clothes and back after school with my uniform all washed.
Because of the fucking school dress code, the only times I could really show off the results of all my hard work were before games, so I was missing out. I got to redesign bits of the uniform last year—I’m going to be a clothing designer when I’m done with school—and they are super hot now. No one at school has a chance of competing with me and my girls on game day. We prowl through the school leaving a trail of woodies behind us, but it’s strictly catch and release. I’m saving myself for the perfect guy, and with my body, there’s no way he could ever possibly say no.
That doesn’t mean that I’m not getting some practice before I meet Mr. Perfect. I can totally blow a guy’s mind with my lips.
Anyway, I’d missed so much of first period that I just skipped and hung out by my locker with a couple of the other cheerleaders. Those lucky bitches got a skip period, but mom and dad insisted that I take the full course load, so while my friends had fun, I took Spanish. Usually.
Well, less than usually. I skipped it most of the time. I mean, like, why bother? Everyone speaks English.
“You know what’s, like, really cool?” asked Tanja. Tanja was an idiot. First of all, she insisted that we write her name with a J instead of a Y because, “Like, it’s waaaay coooooler!!!” and second she talked like an idiot. She used “like” waaaay too often, and you could just hear the extra exclamation marks. But she looked great in her uniform—not as good as me, though—and she’s almost as good a dancer.
“What, Tanja?” I asked, wondering what all the noise across the hall was. It sounded like people fucking, but in a classroom? No way.
“Lesbians!!! Lesbians are, like, waaaay cooool!!! Guys think they are soooo hot!!!”
“I never got that,” said Carly. I didn’t like Carly much because she thinks she so much better than everyone else. Just because she gets better grades than the rest of the squad and has done a few TV commercials doesn’t mean that she can try to lord it over us. I didn’t want her on the squad, but everyone else liked her, so I was stuck with her. And she knew people—agents and casting directors and stuff—that I’d love to meet. Once they saw me, Carly’s career would be over.
“I mean,” she continued, “the guys who’re into that stuff have to be really dumb. Hello, guys? They’re lesbians. They don’t need you. They don’t really want you, so grow up and find a nice girl who’s into guys. When you think about it, the lez’s are just thinning the herd for the rest of us, but that’s a good thing, I guess. If idiots waste all their time lusting over what they can’t have, then I don’t have to worry about them breeding as many stupid children.”
“Ya, but, like, we can pretend to be lesbians to get their attention!!!”
“Right,” I said, trying to figure out who it was making out in Miss Hendricks’s room. People just don’t sound the same when they’re cumming. Abe sounded totally different when I worked him. There was no way I’d be able to sneak a peek with my idiot friends babbling behind me, so, “Tanja, Carly, just go somewhere. Go and be good lesbians. I wanna find out what’s going on in that room.”
“Who cares?” Carly said, her voice cracking for some reason. “It’s just … Mmmwn?”
I didn’t bother turning around. Tanja was just being a good friend and muffling the bimbo, and I was busy across the hall, peeked through the little window in the door.
“Fuck!” There were people in there fucking! The guy lay on the ground thrusting this massively thick cock up into the girl riding him. Riding, nothing! She looked like she was trying to break a bronco. At one point, she bounced her way up and off of the guy’s dick. I don’t know how she managed it, because he was fucking huge! I’d never be able to take that and she was bouncing up and down, with the guy slamming it up into her!
“Fuck!”
And that massive rod looked totally out of place on his pudgy body. He had the parts, but he was no stud, that’s for sure.
“What’s going on in there?” asked a voice.
Suzy Prentice. Now that was another girl I just couldn’t stand, but she had some … redeeming points. Despite having a body that was the stuff of male wet dreams—stacked, leggy, the face of an angel, and waves of blonde hair running down past a bouncy, heart-shaped ass—she didn’t flaunt it. She didn’t even seem to care that she could have any guy she wanted. Best of all, somehow the guys picked up on her lack of interest and didn’t notice her, which is totally fucked up. She’s probably the best reason on the planet to be bi, but you never heard that from me, OK?
Still, having to change in the same locker room as her before gym was a serious blow to the ego. I’d kill for a body like that, and she totally wasted it by being a nerd. And that’s what I liked about her: Even I knew I couldn’t compete with that body—I swear, she’s completely perfect—but I couldn’t get properly jealous because she was completely fucking oblivious. I didn’t have to compete, something for which I should have thanked God nightly. I didn’t though. It was weird. I couldn’t really remember Suzy bothering me like this before, but she’d always been unbelievably hot … hadn’t she?
“You won’t believe me,” I said, moving out of her way so Suzy could get a look.
“Oh my— Is that Mike? Mmmmy God!” Suzy’s jaw dropped, and when it snapped back up she gulped and licked her lips.
Fuck! It was Mike! I could see him clearly when Suzy stormed into the room to stop them. Mike was a complete loser. The nerd’s Nerd. And somehow, watching his cock—now that I knew it was him—moving inside whoever he was fucking, I started to feel myself getting wet! Not just wet, but totally-need-to-fuck gushing wet. I slammed the door shut and spun around, gasping for breath. No way. Totally no way. I was not going to fuck Mike. I wasn’t going to suck him off. No way. No how. Never.
I stood there, my pussy boiling, my mouth an empty hole waiting to be filled, and my heart pounding, listening to Suzy’s yells blend into the other girl screaming back. Mike said something and the other girl shrieked. Suzy went silent for a moment, then let out a loud gasp that made me even wetter.
More yelling, but quieter this time, and a half a minute later, Marian fucking Gerstner ran out, crying while the sweetest, sexiest moans—ever—followed her out until the door slammed shut. My number one competition for school’s most popular girl had been totally porno-fucking the geekiest guy in the world. Not only that, but she’d been chased off by the girl geek chess co-champ with the blond fuck-bunny body. I couldn’t wait to start spreading that around. Sucking off Mike would have to come later. Oh God, I can’t believe I thought that.
But still, I was suddenly having a very good day. Carly and Tanja just had to hear about this. The sooner the news spread, the better.
“Hey girls …” I looked around, but they were gone.
You bet your ass that I was back outside the classroom just before the changing bell. What I saw when I looked through the slim slit of glass in the door disturbed me a little. Somehow, Mike’d either gotten tired of or tired out Marian (disturbing by itself), and now he had Suzy Prentice spread on her stomach over the teacher’s desk.
Or a sort-of Suzy, that is. This Suzy looked more like the sort who’d call herself Suzi-with-an-I. Her bright blue eyes shone out through the dainty little glasses that sat on her tiny little nose, her mouth was mostly an O, but occasionally opened wide to sing out an exultant cry audible in the hallway. That was the end of the similarities with the old Suzy. Tits like basketballs—well, not quite, probably not even softballs, but more than big enough for me—squashed into the desk, mounds of blonde hair cascaded across and over the edge of her desk, and a rounded bubble-butt bounced and played gloriously as Mike—holy shit—did her ass.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I’d always suspected that Suzy dressed up nice, but … holy shit. Mike undressed her up nice. Suzy was supposed to be rail thin, flat as a post, and six feet tall. Now she looked like she lived in a gym and had more soft curves than an F1 track. Holy shit! She still tall, but that just made the perfect body more to enjoy. And she was wasting it on Mike!
Don’t get me wrong here. Suzy treated Mike a hell of a lot better than Marian did, but Suzy never liked Mike. She respected his brains and how fast he figured stuff out, but Mike’s attitude towards actual work grated on her. Suzy never stopped. Mike almost never started, but at the last minute, he’d bang out something brilliant and, more often than not, get the same grade Suzy spent a week or two earning.
Right now, he was banging something brilliant, all right, but she was the second or third last girl Mike should ever manage to tag.
Holy shit! Even her voice was perfect; the soft cries and moans were having a race with her body to see which could get me erect the fastest.
I watched, dumbfounded and excruciatingly horny, as she lifted herself up on her hands and knees to push back harder into Mike and kiss him passionately while she ground that stupidly huge rod of Mike’s in deeper. I didn’t think she was Suzy Prentice anymore. Hopefully she was better, but unless Mike had worked her brain over to the same degree as her—holy shit—breasts, our lunchtime chess matches were about to get more … difficult. No damn way was I going to be able to focus on the game, but odds are—knowing Mike’s taste in women—Suzy now had melon brains to go with her melon breasts. What a complete fucking waste.
But holy shit.
That settled things. According to Sherlock Homes, when you eliminated the impossible, what ever remained, no matter how improbable, had to be true. Well, according to that logic, I was completely screwed. What was going on was impossible.
He hadn’t been kidding. Whatever happened to Mike last night was unbelievable, but it happened. Did he get a magic remote control like in the Click movies? Was he abducted by some horny aliens who gave him the key to the untapped powers of the mind in return for a quick anal probe? Did he inherit his grandfather’s long-lost spell books? Hypnosis could explain Marian, but that couldn’t explain Suzy and the boobs … could it? What about Suzy’s hair? She had a muddy brown bob yesterday and now she had a platinum mane probably running down to her thighs. Holy shit, those were nice thighs. Muscle rippled as she slid herself up and down his shaft.
Whatever let him do all this, Mike was still too good a friend for me to walk in and interrogate him while he kissed and ass fucked a goddess, but if he didn’t set me up with Allison Meriwether or someone similar at lunch, I might change my mind. I’d do it very quietly, though. Only an idiot would go out if his way to piss off a guy who could make the hottest girl in school lay a porno-class BJ on him or turn a wallflower-class girl geek into the new hottest girl in school. In the world!
Not only would you not get the serious nookie (even if it was just cast-offs and hand-me-downs; I’m not proud), but just think about how you could come out. Fortunately, Mike wasn’t very inventive, and we shared some obvious similarities in our tastes. We’d have no problems getting along until he went mad with power or I could figure out how he was doing this shit.
Hmmm. Maybe he would set me up with his sister if I asked. He wouldn’t have to change much there because Callie was already stacked and leggy. What else could a guy want? Personally, I would have taken Suzy—we got along OK, she was smart as hell, and not really that bad looking before Mike went to town—but it looked like Mike’d staked his claim. Allison would have to do.
A very peculiar day so far, but the students were very attentive. Maybe they were finally getting used to me and the way I do things. I knew I could win them over without having to resort to threats of detention and more homework. See? I do know a thing or two about teaching … and my hearing wasn’t as bad as some students seem to think.
“Can you believe Miss Jacobs is a teacher? Yow! She should be a movie star or something.”
Why thank you, Thomas, but it won’t get you a higher grade and I still want to see you after class. I will have an explanation, maybe. Elvira said you were fine, but she said it with a snicker, so not everything was right. Obviously, she thought something was funny, but I can’t put a finger on exactly what.
“You remember that one movie where Kelly Adams played the high school teacher? She’s just like that. Even has the same first name.”
“I must have missed that one, Darren,” replied Thomas. “Who’s Kelly Adams?”
I was just as mystified. I’d never heard of Kelly Adams, either.
“Terry knows what I’m talking about.”
“You bet I do,” said a third voice, Terry most likely. I didn’t have Terry in any of my classes. “I can’t believe you missed her, Tommy. Hottest freaking porn star on the planet! She played this meek and shy teacher, always trying to interest her horny students in the class and by the end, she’s dressed like a walking wet-dream. Even screws a student for getting an A on a report and distracts the vice principal with a blowjob when everybody gets a detention. Best movie, ever. I wouldn’t mind having a teacher like that.”
Excuse me? I listened, almost horrified and very glad that I didn’t have Terry in any of my classes. He didn’t want a teacher, a responsible educator; he wanted a nymphomaniac! How did they manage to see all of these … never mind. They downloaded them off the internet. The world sure had changed since I was their age. Did I really want to fit in with them? Could I fit in with them?
“Oh please, yes. Miss Jacobs as the hard-bodied porno-teacher; bending over to write on the bottom of the board; those killer, long legs of hers running up into the round ass peeking out the bottom of her tight miniskirt. About five minutes into CD 2 and the best scene in the whole movie. I’ll clip it out and send it to your G-Mail.”
“And the heels, dude,” added Darren. “Don’t forget the heels. Total, beautiful stripper heels. But the best scene is the one where she inspires the kid she kept after class. Bet he tried hard—really, really thick and hard—after that. And the way she always says, ‘You are so wasted here’ just cracks me up.”
I covered my mouth to keep from letting out the squeak of shock. Is that what they think of my heels? I looked down at the clear plastic, five-inch stilettos I wore. They didn’t look that tacky, did they? Well maybe they did with a miniskirt, but my skirt was a respectable knee length. After all, I deserved to show off the gym work a little. Didn’t I? I didn’t want to look like an old maid. I’m only twenty-five!
“You’re a freak, Darren,” said Tommy, laughing. He was actually laughing about a movie where a teacher made a fool of herself, but he made up for it, redeeming himself with a show of good sense. “Guys, she’s in the next room. The door is open. Duh!”
“Everybody says I’m a freak. Don’t blame me, I’m just living up to their expectations. Come on, dudes, class time with Carrie. Oh, Babay!”
My whole teaching philosophy was in a shambles. Thanks to the garbage they watched online, they had these … unrealistic expectations that I could never live up to. I had to think. I was losing them. Losing them to porn stars and sex films. I had to keep their minds in the classroom; I had to find some way to connect and, strangely enough, the film they talked about may lend some useful insights. To teach the students, you had to understand the students, so swallowing my pride, I promised myself to find and watch a copy of that movie. I had to counter the damage it did, somehow.
While Darren sat back and lusted over the redhead two seats ahead of us, I came up with a short list of stuff this guy wanted—like Callie or Allison with Suzy’s amazing new ass and maybe Suzy’s old smarts and new turbocharged libido, or better still, Suzy herself—during English, and then I went back to find Mike. He owed me an explanation, at the very least.
However, I was too late. Doug MacKay, Marian’s preferred toy, caught up with Mike first.
I’ve pieced bits together since, and I think this is how it happened, more or less. Whatever Mike did to Marian, she really loved it. I mean really loved it, but, when Mike stopped blowing her mind with his “magic” cock and tossed her out of the room so he could do Suzy, Marian got a) jealous and b) freaked out.
I’m not into psychology or any of that sort of stuff, but here’s my guess: Marian, coming down from orgasmic overload, had concluded that Mike drugged her or something. This was a perfectly rational conclusion, based on the insane evidence. Seriously, there was no way she’d ever make out with Mike if she were in her right mind. I know that drugs weren’t involved, unless he doped her up well ahead of time and deliberately arrived at school late. If I had a sex-ready Marian waiting for me, I would have been early, but Mike has a bigger taste for drama than I do. By itself, that could have made sense, but it didn’t explain porn star Suzy, the foot-long dick, and the mostly empty classroom.
Anyway, either because she was mad about being drugged and raped, or because she liked it too much and didn’t like being ditched for Suzy, she told Doug, and Doug went hunting. Doug only went hunting after he went out to his car and got a baseball bat, though.
I got on the scene in time to see paramedics carrying Mike out of the building on a stretcher, and a police officer carrying a dented aluminium bat. Doug was already gone by that point, either fled or hauled off by the cops.
So much for having Allison for lunch, huh?
Super Porno Suzy sat off to one side, screaming bloody blue murder and threatening Marian with fates worse than death, while the school counsellor spent more time talking to her recently emphasized rack than counselling, and a couple of cops tried to talk with Marian. That was an even bigger waste of time than the Suzy-counsellor dialogue because Marian looked even worse off than Suzy, just in the other direction. I couldn’t get close enough to hear much over her blubbering, Suzy’s death-threats, and the buzz of the other students, but I don’t think she had expected Doug to go after Mike quite that seriously. Jesus, girl, what did you expect? Subtlety from a Neanderthal?
Think about it. What’s going to happen when you walk up to one of the school’s leading dim-wits and say something like, “Hey, slave, I just got the fucking of my life, and I’m not sure I liked it or not. So, I’d like you to put a hurt on Mike for me.”
The answer’s going to be, “Duh, OK!” served up with a supersized order of violence, since that’s all the meatheads are good for, really.
I like to think that with the sort of power Mike had, I’d be a bit more subtle myself. Being beaten nearly to death within fourteen hours of gaining nigh-infinite power’s a pretty sad record. Look at what he accomplished: He banged the hottest girl in the school, gave the smartest girl in the school a body that’d give Vida Guerra an inferiority complex, and what’s the point of a foot-long dick? Ninety percent of the girls you’re going to meet aren’t going to be able to take that sort of abuse, so why bother?
Why would you give yourself a dick too large to use properly and not give yourself enough muscle to be able to defend yourself against someone like Doug? Clearly, Mike’s theatrical bent kicked him in his balls, and that was easy considering he’d probably scaled them up the same way he had with his dick. Mike didn’t think things all the way through, or he gave himself the super-dick first, and it did all his thinking for him afterwards. Maybe he’d be able to heal himself when he woke up. If he woke up.
Half a class later, it was my turn to answer questions for the cops.
“What? You kidding? She practically jumped him! Rape, my ass!”
“That’s not what we’ve been hearing, kid—”
“Terry. Listen. Marian hated Mike’s guts, that’s fact, but this morning we walked into Miss Hendricks’ history class a few minutes late, and the only person there was Marian. No teacher, no other students, just Marian. She did her usual ‘Eff off, Mike’ routine, flashed some skin to keep him coming back for more abuse, and then, instead of slinking away, Mike dropped his pants.”
“And raped Miss Gerstner.”
“And Miss Gerstner dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob! Marian could have kicked the crap out of Mike if she wanted to. She’s done it before. There’s no way it could have been rape.”
“A girl, who you admit dislikes the suspect, suddenly does an about face and makes out with the suspect in a public place.”
“Hey, I’m just telling you what I saw. I don’t believe it much either, but if you want weird, what about Suzy?”
“The young lady who was … with the suspect when he was found by the distraught boyfriend?”
Distraught boyfriend? Oh shit, Mike’s really in trouble. “Nobody’s pointed out the fact that she’s …” I held my hands out as if I was cupping a pair of enormous breasts.
The cop just looked at me funny. “Those are called breasts, son. All girls have them.”
Fuck! I almost screamed. “Yesterday she didn’t. Or not like that anyway.”
“No one mentioned spontaneous breast enlargement, and I think that Miss Prentice would have …”
And that’s how I shot my interview and Mike’s chances all to hell. Nobody took me seriously after that. Everyone knew Suzy had always been a complete sexpot, even Suzy apparently, and were so used to it that people hardly noticed her. Everyone but me, that is. For some reason, probably to be able to brag to someone, Mike had excluded me from this denial of established fact.
I wasn’t the only one to try to stand up for Mike. Suzy had some very choice words for the cops and for Der Fuhrer, the vice principal. I could hear her yelling while I waited in the hall.
I knew Mike was doomed because I knew where Mike and I stood in the school—right at the bottom.
Mike and I didn’t fit in. Our idea of fun consisted of messing with computers, reading, and acing exams. Not that Mike ever did much studying. He’d just look at a book and memorize the thing in time to slaughter tests. I really hated the prick during exam times, but Mike was a genius when it came to applied stuff. His imagination sucked, but if you gave him enough books and set him to a problem, it he solved it in nothing flat. The only reason we were still virgins—or I was, anyway; Mike seemed to have solved that problem, too—was we never found a good book on how to get laid.
The world needs some losers, but just you wait. In high school, we’re losers, but in the Information-Based Economy of the “real world,” nerds are kings. All it takes is patience and a firm work ethic.
But Suzy never really figured it out. She knew all about patience and work ethic—obviously, since our chess matches tended to split fifty-fifty—but she didn’t think it was fair. And this was a typical case: Future Homecoming Couple vs. President of the Computer Club. No one was listening to the nerds, even though Suzy fought tooth and nail. I felt embarrassed listening to her haranguing Mr. Grant. If I had the balls, I would have said what she spat out. Probably with more swearing, though.
Even without what Mike did to her body, you had to love the girl—unless she was yelling at you. I hated it when she opened fire on me, probably because she tended to be right.
If anyone was going to be messed up, it should have been Suzy. Seriously. New body, ass fucked by my best friend—a guy she thought was complete slacker—and now being treated like a bubble-headed blonde bimbo. She seemed to come out OK, though. Better than Marian, that’s for sure. Marian went basket case and spent half her time moaning about needing Mike and the other half cursing his name for not being there.
But Suzy … when Mr. Grant tried to send Suzy home to recover from the “trauma” she’d suffered, she not only stayed at school, but she told him to go to hell—literally—and joined her in-progress physics class. That’s Suzy all right. Whatever Mike’d done to her body didn’t seem to extend to her brain. Or not much, anyway; there was still the matter of her merrily pushing double digits of cock into her ass earlier. That wasn’t very Suzy-like. Or maybe it was, and that had been the first time she’d gotten to try it out. I made a mental note to find out when I had a chance.
I’m not sure why I did it, but I let the cops drop the contents of my locker into evidence bags and haul it away. No. I lie. I let them do it because I was mad as hell and couldn’t wait until they found out they’d cleaned out the wrong locker. Morons. Fortunately I already had most of my notebooks in my bag and knew Mike’s locker combination. I cracked open locker 2-21-b to loot his physics book before I remembered: Mike took Chem instead.
No problem, I sat close to Suzy and leaned in close to share her book. No really. At first I just wanted a peek at her book, but holy shit, she has nice tits now. I wound up spending more time imagining those round mounds bouncing in counterpoint to her perfect ass as it squeezed all of the cum out of my balls, than I did to taking notes. As you can see, I’d picked up a serious anal fixation, and it’s all Mike’s fault, the bastard. But holy shit, Suzy has a nice ass these days. How could you not want that ass after seeing it in action?
Carly and Tanja are so totally off my Christmas card list. I can’t believe they were making out in the bathroom when I finally found them. Yuck.
They could at least have told me they were gay. Well, partly gay, because I know Tanja lost her big V to Ruben after he scored thirty-two points in the Carter win, a month and a bit back. But still! I mean I’ve been sharing a shower with them for years and … Yuck.
I really needed a pick me up, so, “Hey, Suzy, like, how was Mike?”
She looked at me and gave a sigh of resignation. She’d completely missed the sarcasm in my voice. That or she ignored it. “Same as always. Huge dick and he thinks he knows how to use it, but meh. Still, I can’t seem to stop myself when I see it. I don’t think Marian could either, but she’s always been sort of crazy.”
“You mean this has happened before?” I asked, my mind reeling. Mike’s cock always had that sort of impact on a girl? I half wanted to go visit him in the hospital, and I still can’t stand the creep.
“Sure, no girl can resist it.”
“What are you talking about?” I said, trying to flush the memory of the wet heat that had grabbed me when I saw him at work. “I did!”
“You’ll have to show me how then; I’m getting kind of tired of being taken advantage of. Even if it does feel sooo good. I just wish he’d just lay there and not screw things up by trying so hard.”
“Excuse me!” I snapped back at her. “You and Marian were bouncing on him like a pogo stick, screaming your heads off, and you’re telling me you didn’t like it?”
“Of course I liked it!” Her eyes started to glaze over and a smile spread across her face as she reminisced. “I can’t help it; no one can. It just feels too good for you to want to resist it, but then he starts groping and hammering away and totally ruins it. He’s gifted, yes, but he has no class at all. He’s always in such a rush to get off.”
God, what did I miss this morning? Marian must have been telling the truth, and she was drugged. Suzy too. Of course, it had to be, like, drugs or something. No one would fuck Mike. No way Mike’s cock could be a … a religious experience.
But it couldn’t be drugs because I felt it too. But not until after I knew it was Mike. As soon as I knew Mike was Mr. Supercock, I flooded my panties. If Suzy hadn’t raced in there, I would have! How the fuck could Mike have drugged me too? If it was in the school’s water, every girl here would have drooling pussies every time we looked at him. Maybe it’s keyed to scent like some sort of pheromone.
See? I pay attention in Biology, but not enough, obviously. “So how does he do it?”
“How should I know?” replied Suzy with a sigh. “If he bottled it though … I’d buy some.”
“What for? You could have any guy you wanted.”
“Me?” she said indignantly. “Oh come on. The guys all ignore me.”
No shit. That’s another thing I’d love to understand. Suddenly school’s getting very complicated.
“But I think I’m making headway on one of them,” Suzy continued. “That’s who the bottle’s for.”
“What bottle?” I asked, lost again and starting to get pissed off.
“If you could bottle Mike,” she said slowly. “I’d want a bottle for Terry.”
“Terry Harper?” I asked, naming a running back. “He’s, like, black.”
“Terry de Havilland. Duh. Like Harper’d look at me. Asha totally owns him.”
Normally, that “Duh” would have signed her social death warrant, but two things held back the rage. One, if Suzy put the moves on Terry Harper, Asha would have been forgotten in an instant. Two, Suzy didn’t have a social to kill. Or however you’re supposed to say it. And she wanted to sleep with Terry de Havilland. Yuck. If I really wanted to punish her, I’d hook the two up. With a hotter-than-hell body that any guy would sell a testicle to lay, she wanted nerd number three. Not nerd number one—there’s almost some prestige in Mike because he’s the universe’s biggest nerd—but nerd three.
You know, when I thought about it, she’d done Mike, you had to be fucking mental to have anything to do with Darren Mike, and that left Terry. So it almost made sense.
“Well, he’s right over there at his locker. Offer to sleep with him. That’ll get his attention. Goooood luh-huck,” I sing-songed, walking off to find some way to replace my two gay, former best friends.
“Right,” said stubby little Bernadette Walker, as she slunk past the row of lockers. “And I’ve got a body to put Brooke Burke to shame.”
“You don’t have to make fun of me, Dee. I was just wondering why you don’t—”
“Because I want a guy who wants me for my mind,” Bernadette complained, walking along with confident, long-legged strides. “Duh!”
***“Mandy Bennet?” asked Bobby Unger. “Dude, you know what they say: Still waters run deep. If I got her alone and put the moves on her, she’d be screaming on my cock in a minute.”
“Uh huh. Whatever you say, Bob.”
***“Julie, forget about her,” implored the redheaded and tall Yvonne Neumarr. “Helen Mott just comes to school so she can parade her body in front of boys. She couldn’t count past ten without using her toes.”
“Well, it’s still not fair!” whined the raven-locked acrobat, Julie Craig. “Not only does she have, like, Z-cup tits, but Helen’s a total slut! Nobody’s boyfriend is safe with her around!”
“Yeah, but I wish we had bodies like that.”
***“Oh, God, yeah!” enthused Adam Campbell. “One look at Sandi and I cream!”
“So?” replied Ed. “Ask her out. Here she comes.”
“Omigod! nnnnUrrrgh!”
“Adam,” said Sandra, sneering as the stain spread across his shorts. “You are so gross.”
***“No!” protested Amber Lee. “It’s not like that, well maybe … Howie’s hung like a horse.”
“And you’d go down on him in a minute, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, you bet I would. So would you!”
“No I wouldn’t,” Carla lied, feeling her groin heat at the thought.
***“Ted, you are so gay.”
“And I’ll thank you to not advertise the fact at school, Martin.”
“Sorry, man.”
“Hey, it’s not that I’m ashamed, I’m just a little leery of what some of the rest of the team would do if they found out. I want to keep my teeth in place.”
***“Paula is such a bitch!” raved Somaya.
“Well, duh! Of course she’s a bitch, but why get your undies in a bundle over a dog?”
“I … I’m not sure …”
As we set up the chessboard, it looked like Suzy was still Suzy, more or less. Sure, she had this complete wet-dream body, but I could still talk to her normally. Sort-of. Her playful teasing took on a completely new level of meaning when backed with that hot body everyone but I was used to seeing on her. I’d love for someone to explain this to me: If she’s always been hot enough to melt the ground beneath her feet and burn the air around her, why was she spending her lunch breaks playing chess with the nerd herd? Can anyone give me a logical answer? Please?
I didn’t think so. You poor bastards are just as clueless as me.
“Yeah, that was so cool. And the scene at the end where Captain Avisher snuck off with the Morian Slave Girl, that was funny as hell. Pretty hot too, but I’ll never get used to purple women.”
“I dunno,” I replied. “Purple’s kind of cool. Just think, she could be green or have square ears like Mr. Borque.”
“You kidding? Borque’s dead sexy! And then they replaced him with a droid in The Second Generation. What were they thinking?”
She looked at me over the board as she placed the last few of her pieces just by feel and memory. Whatever Mike had done to her body, he’d left her mind alone. Odd, since Mike had a taste for the busty, blonde, and brainless, I figured he’d have made Suzy over to fit all of his fantasies, not just the long hair and huge breasts.
And perfect ass; cool blue eyes; tight belly; long, well-muscled legs; dainty hands; slender neck; button nose; and … Holy shit. The list just went on and on.
Come to think of it, that list was what I looked for in a girl, and Mike’s customized Suzy had it all covered and threw in all the extras. Yeah, I’m picky, but Mike pretty much just looked for boobs, hair, and pliable stupidity. When we’d swap pics we’d dug up off the internet, Mike was easy to please. He’d choose completely dog-ugly women so long as they had massive knockers and hair down to their asses. The Suzy Mike built was a bit of an anomaly, for Mike, but he hadn’t missed a trick. Suzy had something that would appeal to everyone.
“Huh.” While I’d been staring at her, lost in the stunning blue pools she used for eyes, she’d finished laying out all of my pieces. “Let’s make this game interesting, Terry. If you win, I’ll skip next class and make out with you.”
“Uh … What?” So maybe Mike had done a real number on Suzy’s brain. She’d never skip a class.
“Come on. You’ve done nothing but stare at me non-stop for the last five minutes, Terry. I even put your king in the wrong spot—I move one pawn and it’s ‘mate—and you didn’t notice, so you can’t tell me you’re not interested.”
“Uh …” My heart bounced around in my ribcage like a crazy ball. I would have gone instantly erect, but that’d happened a few minute ago when she bent over to pull the chess set off of the bottom shelf and her skirt pulled up to show—Holy Shit—a piece of rounded heaven. My cock was in shock and I knew that just skipping one class wouldn’t be enough to snap it out, but it would be an awesome start.
“Yeah. OK,” I mumbled, busy tracing the curve of her neck with my eyes. You never get something for nothing, and that certainly includes the ultimate piece of ass, so I blinked and tried to pull my brains back out of my dick. “Uhm, what if you win?”
“You take me out dancing tomorrow night,” she said with a gleaming flash of teeth and a twinkle in her eyes, “and afterwards you make out with me. How does that sound?”
“Sounds kind of win-win to me,” I coughed out. This new Suzy would take a bit of getting used to. I’d probably be working on it for the next several months. Maybe, if I was lucky, I could spend the rest of my life on it.
I checked my notes and put the king back into its proper place. I also had to move a rook. I’m not sure if that was just a hiccup in her memory, a mistake because she hadn’t looked at the board any more than I had, or she had just told me about the king because it was brutally obvious.
“Great!” With that, Suzy got right down to business and royally kicked my ass, despite the lead I’d built up over the past few days. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pay attention to the game with that sexy face looking at me over the board, and the rest of the package closed the deal.
I just about choked when one of her breasts knocked over the queen’s bishop, a knight, and my remaining rook when she made her first move, but I threw the game completely when she did her little happy dance after taking a bishop with a knight. It used to be a cute, sort of mocking affectation, but now it had the impact of the strip shows Marian Gerstner used to perform in my dreams. Suzy’s happy dance would be tormenting me all night, but better her than that bitch, Marian.
My eyes didn’t glaze over with lust because they focused on her tiny, pleated skirt bouncing on her perfect, round ass instead. My pupils must have taken up half of my face trying to drink it all in. Holy shit, her calves alone were worth dying for. When she spun around, the skirt flared up and I could see everything. She had my blood pumping so fast that my cock felt swollen to twice Mike’s new size.
Before my heart could burst, she sat down and waited for me to take my turn. I can’t remember for the life of me what I did, but I know it was stupid. I wanted to lose another piece and see the dance again. She leaned over to examine the board before taking her turn, and I saw right down her blouse. When a perky nipple seemed to reach out from her breast and flip her queen over, that was just complete overkill.
I thanked God that I’d had the foresight to jerk off before going to school; otherwise, things would have gotten messy.
“But I’m not that old, Mr. Grant,” I protested. “I shouldn’t have this much trouble connecting with them.”
“Connecting with them is fine, Kelly, being one of them is an entirely different kettle of fish. You may be trying too hard. You are trying too hard; the students aren’t taking your authority seriously. For example, you just called me Mr. Grant. You aren’t a student, so you can use my name. And you don’t have to call me ‘Der Furher’ behind my back, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t to my face.”
His monotone killed the attempt at a joke. I watched him without really listening, because when you got right down to it, the students just might be right. He was practically the enemy. I was here to teach, but he was more interested in crowd control.
“You have to admit that you are not professionally dressed, and that is what Miss Astin took exception to.”
He kept his diction crisp and bland, not even making an attempt to inject any emotion. You could replace him with a robot and no one would know. Basically though, he’d just called me a slut. Thanks.
Just like Mary: “You don’t understand what I am trying to do here. Normally she’s such a polite girl. She tried to be nice about it, but I still! She said I looked more like a whore than a teacher! Just because I don’t proscribe to her particular religious beliefs doesn’t make me a whore. I’m trying to fit in! The students need to see me as a friend, as someone they can trust and confide in.
“But calling me a whore?” I said, indignantly as we came out of the stairwell. “A girl like Mary has no idea what prostitution is like, I don’t either, really, but at least I did research the topic in woman’s studies back in university.
“If she’s going to call people whores, she should at least understand what she’s talking about,” I told Mr. Grant, but he was a brick wall.
“Kelly, you are too easy—” My eyes snapped open. If my hands hadn’t been busy closing the classroom door, I would have slapped him, but he continued without pausing. “—on the students.”
Oh. But I could tell what he was thinking, even though he denied it. By dressing the way I did, crop tops and tight jeans or skirts, to at least keep the student’s attention in the classroom, he thought I was a bad influence on the students. I wasn’t! I was trying to be a fun teacher, someone who inspired the students to learn by being one of the gang and helping them—rather than just pushing facts and figures at them, hoping some would stick. I don’t think Mr Grant liked the students very much.
So what if I dressed up to fit in better? At least I have the boy’s attention. They like me, even if the girls don’t. The girls are just jealous, I realized, and in the catty world of teenaged girls, that was exactly what I wanted! It made me fit in perfectly! I was halfway there! Now all I had to do was win their trust!
I was about to tell Mr. Grant about this realization, but he kept on jawing about the need to maintain control.
“People need a firm hand and direction, Miss Jacobs; that’s your job: to provide that control. You need to control the relationship. Mary Astin wouldn’t have …” Blah blah blah. I tuned him out. Now that is how you fit in with students; you ignore the vice principal.
Still, he was cute. It’d be a lot of fun making him lose control.
I can’t believe what a school I talked father into sending me to. This can’t be a healthy environment. Catholic school was so … sterile, but this is completely uncontrolled. Sure, it’s Friday and everyone wants to start the weekend, but really!
A tiny little leather belt and Miss Jacobs calls it a skirt? When she bent over you would see her panties … if she wore any! She expected us to just sit there and accept her behaviour? It’s because of women like her and that slut, Marian, that men try to kill each other. It’s not like I want everyone bundled up like in a Muslim dictatorship, but some modesty would be nice.
What happened to people to make them be like that? As I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I prayed that it would never happen to me. I shivered. Maybe even if it did happen to me, how bad could it be? It might be fun. Seriously, walking through school half naked? That’d probably bring in the boys. Maybe I could pretend …
I primped in front of the mirror. The pig tails was just too much, that was it. They make me look like a joke, not like a hot chick on the prowl for a good time. This whole Catholic schoolgirl riff just wasn’t me anymore.
I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. My bra went into my school bag because I’d need it again later when I went home. The skirt’s hopeless, unfortunately. I brooded over that while I put my shirt back on and tied it shut right under my breasts to make them stand out more. That’d catch the boy’s attention. Nothing like a healthy display of boob to grab the interest of a cock.
I checked my purse. Not enough money to get a better skirt for this afternoon, but maybe I could cut a deal. Really all I needed to do was find a store with a male shopkeeper, but I needed the right kind of skirt. Where could I find something that showed off the real me and was run by a g—
Bingo. The Erotic Dreams fantasy store Daddy’s church group has been campaigning against. That’d be perfect! Maybe I could get some training videos while I’m there. I bet the guy who runs the place can give me some tips. I’ll pay him back, no doubt about it.
“Why do you razz Molly so much, Darren?”
“Because she’s so easy to bug. Dude, she thinks Ranma is too risqué. She’s why I left the Anime club.”
“Left? You got kicked out of the anime club.”
“Eh. That’s just because Molly thinks I swapped the Lodos War tape she had set up with a rip of Overfiend. Old news. I hear you saw Marian Gerster, nude!”
Still too spun out from the chess game with Suzy, thinking normally—that’d be fantasizing intensely—about Marian proved impossible.
“No, man, I just saw her sucking Mike off.” That popped out way too nonchalantly, and Darren just stared at me. I blame it on Suzy. Watching a blow job by Marian just didn’t have the sexual firepower of a game of chess with my new wet-dream queen. She won the bet, by the way. I had to take her out dancing tomorrow night.
That meant I had exactly one day to learn to dance. Good luck, huh?
“Dude! Was she good?”
This time I had more of my wits gathered. “How the hell should I know? She was sucking Mike, not me.”
“So? Did it look good?”
“Mike looked like he was enjoying it, but Mike’d cream over a kiss from Marian. Gimme Suzy anyday.”
“Suzy?” Darren looked at me, incredulous. “Are you kidding? She’s the teenage mutant battle bitch.”
I still couldn’t believe it. Suzy had a body that could burn the cover off a Penthouse magazine, and not even a porn freak like Darren realized it. She was just plain-old-just-north-of-ugly-Suzy to everyone but me. This might sound stupid, but I kind of liked it. It meant I had her all to myself. She was the hottest chick on the planet, and I was the only person who knew it? Fuck yeah! I liked those odds.
“What I’d really like to see, though,” Darren continued, “is Lacey naked and waiting for me in class.”
“Pffft. Lacey … riiiiight. Marian wasn’t naked, Darren.” I lifted Mike’s backpack off his biology text. Mike must have had his copy of Fred and FH in his bag, because the damn thing was heavy. That or he had some extra text books. That was definitely not a Mike thing to do. “Not at first anyway.”
“So? If Marian can suddenly go nuts and screw Mike, then Lacey could show up in biology, buck naked. I’d say the odds are about the same.”
“Oh yeah, sure. Lacey just loves to go to class nude. Why not? In your mind she’s always naked, so why not in reality?”
“Hey, it could happen,” laughed Darren. “NOT!”
“Dude, that was so nineties. We were, like, five when that was hip.”
So, I was walking down the hall to biology when suddenly I shivered. It wasn’t an “I’m cold” type of shiver; it was more the type you get when people are talking about you behind your back or something really, really bad is about to happen.
And it did. The bad thing happening, that is.
Too tight. My clothes were too tight. All of them. All of a sudden, nothing fit right. My skirt was too tight, my panties chaffed, my bra dug in, and my shirt was driving me completely crazy. It only took seconds to go from comfortable to scratching like mad and wanting to dash to the washroom to strip naked.
But I didn’t. I stripped in the hall. I couldn’t help it. I just had to get my clothes off.
It wasn’t a sexy, leisurely strip; I frantically tore at my clothes. I just had to get them away from my body before they drove me insane. Rationality aside, I knew I’d be more comfortable nude. That’s mental, I know. Me, the girl who turns red in a bikini, getting completely naked like it was natural for me to walk into biology class with nothing on. I swear, if I could have wiped that goofy smile from my face, I would have been screaming.
It was kinda hot, though. Everyone watched. A lot of guys looked normally, but now everyone looked. I went totally red, and no sooner did I have everything off, than I could think again. Guys, girls, teachers … ick. Even the janitor. Worse, Darren Tyrcho stared at me through the open door, and I could just tell he wanted more than just the T-n-A I had on display. Super ick. Ruben Carter was cute though, and I sure had his attention for a change. Not quite the attention I wanted, but you’d have a hard time telling my renegade body that. It caught on fire.
While I told my legs to run away or at least towards Ruben, they walked calmly into the class, over to my bench and hopped up onto my regular stool. Right beside my perverted lab partner, Darren. Who else would it be? At least my out-of-control body still had the modesty to cross my legs and stay as far away from Darren as possible. I mean Darren could at least have the courtesy to stare at my breasts like everyone else. I can’t believe I took it so calmly, but I guess with the body enjoying it so much, there really wasn’t much for the brain to complain about.
The other girls though … Well, Christine Baker complained first.
“Uh, Lacey?” oozed her usual sweetened venom. “Like, don’t you think maybe you should … you know?”
“No, Christine,” I said saucily, trying to cover for my current state. “I don’t know.” Ohmigod. In desperation, I’d just talked back to Christine—the queen of the jungle gym, mistress of cheerleaders, and goddess of the social order—Baker. I just mouthed off a complete bitch who’d stop at nothing to make my life complete hell. Then to make things worse, I leaned forward, kissed her right on her cherry-red, full lips, and said, “Why don’t you tell me?”
OK, so not only was I naked, but I was showing a lot more backbone than normal—and why not? I was walking around (well, sitting down for now) nude, for crying out loud. Maybe it was because I really didn’t have much left to lose. I mean, really. I was sitting in class completely naked. What was she going to do? Embarrass me? After this, I’d like to see her try. Besides, I always did like her lips; when she showed it, Chris had a very sexy smile.
“Having fun?” asked Mrs Lostiral when she walked into the class from the lab storage room.
“Uhm.” I went red again, for a couple of reasons. Darren shifted his stool over closer, yuck, and Ruben was peering through the window slit in the door, watching me nibbling on the shocked cheerleader’s upper lip. Yum to both Ruben and Chris’s lips. “Uh, yes, actually.”
“Well, that is good to hear,” Mrs Lostiral said blandly. “And I am glad to see that you certainly have no self-esteem problems, but we do have a dress code at here at Hübsches-Mädchen high. One which you have—quite creatively, I must say—violated in spirit, if not in fact. Your skirt is not too short, nor is your blouse too daringly cut, so I suppose a modestly skilled lawyer could successfully plead your case; however, if you would be so good as to leave the room and go to the office? I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether or not you should dress before you see Mr Grant.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied meekly and got up.
Ruben was outside still, and he had my clothes. He was a bit clingy when it came to the panties, so I let him keep them in return for Saturday night at Charlie’s. Mr Grant wouldn’t mind, considering he had much better things to bust me for than going pantiless.
“Uh. I uh saw Chris sort of … uhm, hassling you. I could—”
“Oh puh-lease! I was just naked,” I said, walking past the row of lockers on the way to the stairs. “According to what I hear, Christine and her gang of cheerleader bimbos sucked off the basketball team when they beat Carter. So what can she—”
Ruben stopped dead and looked funny for a moment, and then I realized that he was on the basketball team. Holy faux-p!
“Yeah,” he said dreamily after blinking a few times. “She’s a complete cumslut. I swear she came when I gave her a facial. She’ll suck off anyone, but she can’t resist a winner.”
“You mean that was for real? The cheerleaders have bisexual orgies and everything?”
“Oh. I don’t know about that part. I wasn’t invited to any of those. Christine must reserve the orgies for the football team. Hey, since I’m not going to tonight’s orgy, will you go out with me?”
I froze. “Are you kidding? You actually want to go out with a girl who can’t keep her clothes on for more than two seconds? You better watch out. I’ve already become a nudist; I could become a sex crazed slut next.”
“Kidding? Hell n— Now what’s wrong?”
“Too tight!” I gasped, wrenching my shirt open and sending buttons flying.
“Melissa? You cold?”
“I’m fine, Ken. Just had this weird feeling. Like … like …” Giggle. “Like, it’s gone now, and now I feel sooo good. How’s my hair?”
Her flowing raven locks were OK, for her. That meant she looked awesome compared to most people, especially on game day where she got to wear her cheerleading—er, dance squad—uniform. Never call Melissa a cheerleader—if you want to live, that is.
“Cheerleaders are sex symbols,” she told me once after I used the “C” word. “I am an artist. See? Small boobs, big brain.”
She didn’t look all that artistic all of a sudden. Her posture had changed, thrusting her breasts out on display, and my girlfriend’s eyes were missing something. Her rapidly expanding pupils had swallowed up the usual twinkle in her blue eyes, but she was smiling broadly. That was a rarity, but she had these incredibly sexy pouts.
“You, ah, look fine Melissa. You sure you’re OK?”
“I feel great! Wonderful! Spec … spectacler? Spec-tac-ular!” she asked, her voice rising in pitch. “Horny! Like, totally horny! Wanna cut class an’ go fuck?”
“What?” That comment pulled my attention off of the way her awesome melons bent the HMH school logo into a pair of stretched, spherical H’s with the M crushed between them. She giggled and her bleached-blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. “Whu-why?”
“’Cuz I’m a Cheerleader Bimbo!” Giggle! “’Cuz my pussy’s gettin’ super wet an’ whatsa pointa being a sex symbol if you don’t get, like, lots an’ lotsa sex?”
Mel made a strange kind of sense, but then she always did. That and her giddy personality (not to mention her spectacularly fit body and voracious sexual appetite) made her worth having around, even if she wasn’t all that bright. Sure, she wasn’t the sort of girl you brought home to mom, but dad liked her as much as I did.
“Think you can wait until class is over?” I asked.
“Oh sure. Ya. I got one, uh, two … Ya! I got two hands, you know.” Her face lit up as an idea filtered through. You could actually see her thinking, when she thought. “Wanna borrow one, Kenny? You know I hate to cum alone.”
She had my zipper down before I even had a chance to respond and then looked over at me, her head tilted and asked, “Like, how’s my hair?”
So I sat in biology beside that loser Calvin Hanning wondering how I much I could make Lacey pay for trying to show me up, without getting myself kicked out of school or off the dance squad, when I felt this weird shiver. Someone was talking about me behind my back. It was nothing, probably just some jealous bitches whining about me again. Molly O’Reily probably, since I spent part of the weekend showing her now-ex boyfriend what he was missing with a loser like her. Waste of time really, he wasn’t nearly big enough to satisfy me.
I had operation: Lacey Vengeance narrowed down to a couple options, but really, what could I do to embarrass a girl who’d walk into class completely naked, smiling and joking about it? I had to do something, though; my rep was on the line.
That’s the problem about being the most popular girl in the school (and I definitely had that sewn up now that the Gerstner bitch was out of the way), you have to keep fighting because there’s always another girl who wants the title. Best to cut them down before they could get rolling, so Lacey had to go right-fucking-now.
Anyway, I had it narrowed down to a couple of options when Mrs Loser-all announced that we had a, yawn, celebrity in our midst. My nerd lab partner, Calvin won some sort of national science prize.
My mouth just started to water.
“Calvin …” I moaned. I actually moaned. I never moan. I make guys moan. That’s what makes it so fun, their brains going all mushy. It’s a control thing.
But visions of Calvin, hard and thrusting into my mouth (Where did these come from? Like I knew what his dick looked like) danced in front of my eyes, teasing me relentlessly.
“Calvin, how would you like a reward?” I had to. I fuckin’ had to. The little brainiac would taste so good pumping white goodness into my mouth. Science award, nothing. He was going to win the “Made Christine Baker have a screaming orgasm” award. God, the way I felt, maybe he’d earn two or three. Thank God he was so light. I lifted him off his stool, laid him on the table, and started to tear into those fucking stupid suspenders he wore.
“Holy shit!” someone yelled and I felt someone grab my arm, but I jerked it free. Terry de Havilland, the dumb fucker, was actually trying to stop me. What happened to his buddy, Mike, was nothing compared to what I could have done. “Fuck off, Terry. He’s mine. You know I only do winners, so you just fuck right off.”
But Terry was there? And so were a bunch of other people and … oh fuck! I was still in class! Nerdy Calvin lay pinned to the table, held in place by one of my hands while the other returned to ripping his pants off. Calvin?
I looked down at the table. My little science prize winner had squirmed out of my grip and fell to the floor.
“You little fuck!” I screamed, pulling myself out of Terry’s grip again, but this time Dexter helped him out.
“You stupid fucks!” I fought against Dex, but he wasn’t the same sort of pantywaist as Terry. Dex was more my style: Big and meaty. I tried to fuck him once, but he wouldn’t play along, the idiot’s probably a fag or something. Calvin scrambled, crab-walking across the floor, that prize winning dick bobbing between his legs. “Let me have him! I’ll have that flaccid piece of shit between his legs looking like a winner in no time! Please let go! I’ll suck you off next, Dex! Please!”
I fought against the muscle-bound jackass; he shouldn’t have been in this class anyway. Biology was for nerds—except for me, of course—and jock didn’t come close to describing Dexter. In fact—omigod—Dex was the reigning weightlifting champ.
“Oh, screw Calvin!” I yelled, wrapping around the jackpot. “I’ll blow you later, so don’t you take off, you runt.
“Hey, Mr. Power Lifting Champ,” I said pressing into my new target. “I’ll blow your mind right now. I bet you have something big and muscular for me in those pants.”
We got her calmed down eventually. Actually, when she got Dexter’s pants open she started to have and asthma fit. Too much excitement for her I guess. Or maybe it was her reaction to remembering that Suzy and I were the school’s chess champions. Hard to say, but man, Mike has a fucked up sense of humour.
Christine, Lacey, Suzy, Marian, and God knows what other girls he’d messed up. Mike really got around with his super powers before Doug took him out.
The class had been pretty much permanently disrupted, so Mrs. Lostiral gave up, turned the whole mess over to Der Fuhrer, and called it a day. We’d pay for it later though. She never forgave or forgot, so Monday’s homework was going to be brutal.
On the way back to my locker, I got an evil look from Der Fuhrer. “Trouble seems to be following you around today, de Havilland.”
Not much I could say to that, so I didn’t say anything. I just got out of his way while the getting was good and met up with a broadly grinning Darren back at my locker.
“Don’t say it, Darren.”
“Not going to say a thing, but you should have let Chris at Nerdly. Probably the closest he’ll ever get to a real woman.”
“Yeah. The head cheerleader and the number one brain really should get together,” I said, dripping sarcasm. “They’d make a great couple—add them both together and you’d get two normal people.”
“I can see it now,” joked Darren as we reached my—Mike’s really—locker. “Chris and Calvin, the devoted prom king and queen, live happily ever after in a haze of love and passionate sex. You know who I want to see in total fuck-lust, though.”
“Lacey.”
“Bingo. Terry, she came to class naked. Just like we wanted.”
“Just like you wanted. Forget about it Darren.” No way was I going to let an idiot like Darren know about Mike.
“Forget? You have any idea how much I’d give to see that?”
“Again?”
“Again? Hell, just once.”
I looked at him cockeyed and spoke my mind. “You’re a freak, Darren.”
“I’m a freak in love, dude. Lacey’s just so …” His face screwed up completely. “She’s so quiet and cute. How could anyone not lose their heart?”
“Oh puh-lease!” said Suzy, sidling up and reigniting the stick of dynamite in my pants.
I swear, before the end of today, I’m going to look at her Mike-built body for too long and cum in my pants.
“Give it up Darren,” Suzy continued. “Grant caught her and Ruben going at it like animals in the main stairwell half an hour ago. Lacey’s a total slut. She’d do you in front of an audience if you just asked her nicely. She’d do anyone if they asked nicely.”
“She’s just a little wild, Suzy,” protested Darren. “And need I remind you how you spent the morning?”
“Oh, that was just Mike. We all take turns with Mike.”
“I thought you really didn’t like Mike, Suzy?” I asked her.
“Like has nothing to so with it,” she said resignedly. “I accidentally walked in on him and Marian, and Bam! No girl can resist that cock of his. It’s totally unfair the way he takes advantage of us, but that’s life.”
She winked at me and grinned. “At least it’s fun.”
OK, well I guess that explained that. She walked in and got caught in the trap Mike’d laid for Marian. Mike did something to his cock, I’d already seen that, and I guess he figured that if Suzy was going to throw herself at him, he might as well make her worth his time. I had no idea what he’d done to Lacey, but obviously Mike had been on a tear before Doug caught up with him.
“Ooooh!” sighed Darren. “Lacey at five o’clock. God, I love that girl. Catch you later, Terry.”
I looked over at the topless girl striding through the hallway, waved off Darren, swapped what I had for the stuff I needed for the last period, and then I saw something that gave me the first inklings that all of the weird shit wasn’t entirely Mike’s legacy.
“Why’d we take so long to realize this, Calvin?”
“I-I don’t know, Christine. I always thought it’s just—” The duo clenched in a grip so tight that the Jaws of Life would be unable to separate them and the conversation disappeared into gasps and moans.
“I’ll see you after class, Christine.”
“Chris.” She laid a scorching kiss on him. “Oh! Hey, like, me an’ the Cheerleaders are having an orgy with the football team after school. You wanna … cum?”
The way she said that made absolutely no pretensions about what variant of “cum” she meant. Even Calvin didn’t miss the significance. He nodded his head furiously.
“I swear,” said Suzy, turning to follow the departing duo with her eyes. I couldn’t tell for sure if she was disgusted by the display or not. I think she was being sarcastic, but Suzy can be pretty deadpan at times. “Some of the girls in this school are complete sluts.”
“Yeah,” I replied, staring at the curvaceous ass making itself known even under Suzy’s skirt. “But, man, are they good looking!”
I was short, fat, and doomed to a life of dull misery. Exciting misery I could live with, at least it would be interesting and short. The only time I got any interest at all was like right now. The fabulous Barry Triplets needed tutoring in English, so I sat, a dumpy round lump in slacks and a baggy sweater, in the library trying to pound concepts that should have been learned in elementary school into the heads of a trio of seniors.
I wasn’t that cold, but then it wasn’t that sort of shiver. It was more the sort of “mystery shiver” people get and then some superstitious idiot says people must be talking about you behind your back. Ha! I should be that lucky.
It could have been a chill, though. Actually, it should have been a chill. I really wasn’t wearing much, even for a complete slut like me. Super short shorts that would make Daisy Duke blush and a top that violated the dress code something awful even though the top didn’t cut low. No, the collar of my shirt was fine, what the administration took exception to was the lack of a decently low bottom to the shirt. Well excuse me! I like my reverse cleavage. Little Miss Mary “The God Pusher” Astin didn’t exactly fit the dress code today either—and don’t get me started on Lacey.
OK, Now that I realized it, I was cold. It’s not my fault I have an amazing body with practically no insulating fat. Well partly it is. I work hard keeping my body up to spec, and most of the time it’s a good thing, but right now, I was freezing! And on fire. The ol’ furnace between my legs was on full boil and it wouldn’t be too long before the English lesson shifted over to Math. Jenny has three orifices, so how many cocks can she take at once? The answer’s five actually. Maybe six, but I’d have a real hard time getting someone off with my feet if I had a cock up my ass.
Right now I’d have to stop at three, though. Insufficient resources to get a real workout.
“Jen? You cold?” asked Rob Barry.
“Yes,” I cooed, putting a hand on his hand and pulling it to my thigh. “Warm me up, baby.” Pretty forward of me, I admit, but I didn’t care. I mean, why not? It’s last period, so the library is dead. Anyone not in class has bailed already, and the old bat of a librarian is lost in an orgy of book-sorting. Why not snuggle up? So what if his brothers are across the table; I mean, they’re identical! I’ve been tutoring them for three years and I still can’t tell them apart reliably.
They winked at each other, having one of those little telepathic conversations that they always denied having and the next thing you know, my itty-bitty wardrobe was on the floor and I was on the table proving, once again, that the Hübsches-Mädchen High library had the strongest tables in the district. And I know because I do a lot of tutoring these days.
This was just so much better, I thought, looking at the curve of my ass plainly on display under a completely different sort of Catholic Schoolgirl skirt. Dwayne liked it, he really liked it, and he really liked fucking me in it. He didn’t like the condom, though, but tough. I’m not going to be a teenaged mother or AIDS victim. No way.
Hum, I really have to start looking after my body now that it’s my university fund.
Nobody could say no to this, nut I couldn’t afford to waste it. Not a chance. No more waiting on Daddy to get my allowance, now I could find my own daddies—
Ooooh that was a pleasant shiver. I looked at the vision of hotness staring back at me from the mirror and pinched a nipple. It and its twin hardened up quickly and went on display. I had to smile at that. Not only would it really interest guys, but looking at it made me want to do myself. Slipping a finger into the moist hole between my legs, I recalled the look on Dwayne’s face when I offered an alternative to cash or credit when I paid for my new clothes. Now I could see what he’d been looking at and I approved of his choice. Maybe he wasn’t a completely cock-driven moron, because if I had a cock, it’d get stiff just from looking at me too.
In and out and around went the finger. It wasn’t a cock, and it wasn’t paid work, but I didn’t care. I just needed it bad. I wasn’t thinking about completely about money this time, I was also thinking about wriggling on a fat cock and adding horny slut to my business card.
I think I missed half a class, sitting between two sinks and playing with myself. I’d just thought of another bit of fun and a great way to get allowance from daddy that really had my blood pumping, when Lacey—the sure bet for Hübsches-Mädchen’s Miss Sunshine—burst in, half naked, flushed, and looking incredibly hot. I’d give her a discount anytime. The guy chasing her, though, he’d have to pay full price. I didn’t know him from Adam, but you know, there is a lot to be said from giving a free sample now and then.
“Please, Lacey? I just want to help!” said they guy, blind love evident on his face. Blind, no kidding. I was getting myself off right beside him and the stupid bastard only had eyes for Lacey, but I could fix that fas—
Ouch!
“Please, Lacey? I just want to help!”
Oh god. I was going to screw him again. I knew it I … I wasn’t super horny this time. Maybe it’d passed, whatever it was. Maybe … I was back to normal! Darren doubled over as my knee caught him in the groin.
Gosh. I didn’t think I hit him that hard, but he rolled around on the girl’s washroom floor, moaning. Relieved, I dashed out of the washroom and into the hall. I could face other people again! Some of them anyway. I’d probably have to change schools, but they’d find out fast. I’d have to get home schooling if I couldn’t go into a classroom without stripping. I couldn’t do much of anything, not that I thought that much about it. As soon as I covered myself up, I just panicked and tore my clothes off.
I tried to piece together what had happened. I’d been on my way to Mr. Grant’s office with Ruben when suddenly I just … I dragged Ruben out of the way and tried to rape him! I would have if not for Mr. Grant. He sent me home for the day, and I went to get my stuff from my locker. Darren held a door for me, I said thank you, he said something else that ended with please, and the next thing I remember clearly was pulling my skirt back down and thanking him again. As the fog cleared, I realized what I’d done and took off.
I mean, going to class naked, that was a whole different world. Screwing a guy in the stairwell with a dozen people watching … Screwing? No way! I’d just fucked the brains out of the most repellent guy in the school, I’d thanked him, and I’d meant it. Seriously, I’d loved it. I still loved it. I wanted to do it again, maybe even with Darren. With Ruben, sure, that’s a no-brainer, but after it got around that I’d fucked his cousin, he’d never touch me again.
The only things keeping me from throwing up right then were the aftershocks. I still wanted more—oh God, did I ever—but I had it under control. When Ruben dropped by to watch TV later, he was going to get sooo lucky.
Not as lucky as Darren, though.
I leaned up against a locker and caught my breath. What was wrong with me?
“Hey, Lacey,” asked a tenth grader. “Can I fuck you?”
He had a posse with him, the little show-off. I turned to yell at him for being so rude, but I felt it start this time. As my temperature rose, I tried to think rationally. Tried to categorize what went on, so I could see a doctor and get it fixed. The prickling between my thighs became intense and a weird sort of awareness washed over me.
“You’ll have to say please,” I replied, coyly. Omigod! It wasn’t over. It was just as bad as ever. My body turned on, turned up the heat, and turned all the way around, slapping up a sexy smile. Maybe … maybe I needed an audience? I mean, I got really turned on walking around topless with guys staring, so maybe—
“Please?” the junior asked. Smiling just as sweetly as I was, he got into things. “Please let me fuck you, Lacey.”
“No!” I screamed in my mind, knowing full well that I didn’t really mean it. I had to have him. I needed to have sex too much to ever say no and really mean it.
So, “All you had to do was ask politely,” was what I said as I lifted my skirt and bent over, one hand pressing firmly against a locker. The other hand reached back and lifted my skirt up. The kid’s jaw dropped as I waved my bare ass at him.
Stunned, the grade-tenner stared. “Come on, kid! Didn’t mommy ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?” So much for him being polite. Drooling in anticipation, I spun back around and pushed him up against the far wall, scattering his friends.
“Watch closely, boys. I’m gonna teach him some manners. And a few other things.”
Now he got it, and our tongues met inside his mouth. My lover was disappointingly short, about the same height as me and I wasn’t tall, but that’s OK for girls. Being short just made me cuter, but I really like tall guys, like Ruben. The midget I was sliding down, on my way to get his pants off, felt like he’d be just tall enough where it mattered. He’d do the business, but not much more. That cock would soon be in me, small or not, and I’d find a way to make it work. Then, maybe, I’d find out if any of his friends were better equipped. All they had to do was ask nicely.
Once I had his pants around his knees, I pushed him to the ground and looked. Just as disappointing as I thought, but at least he’d gotten hard fast. I spread my legs and hunkered down, grabbing his cock and pushing him into me while I tried to kiss him. You know, he’s pretty small. Maybe I could take him in my ass. I hadn’t tried that, and it sure sounded good. But first …
“Come on,” I said after lifting up and having him pop out. “This isn’t working. Go deeper. Spread your legs out a bit, so I can get more of you in. Neither of us are going to be able—”
“Shut up!” I screamed at his friends. “Stop laughing, you jerks, and get some manners. You’re bothering him.” My lover wilted. What would I do?
“Don’t you dare go soft!” I hissed as I re-seated his equipment. “Concentrate! It’s not polite to leave me like this, so that thing’s going to stay hard and fit. You got that?”
Ooooh! That was much better. I slid downwards; feeling my opening stretching around his renewing erection. All he needed was a bit of inspiration and now—
“Nnnnnng! Yeeessssss! It … It fits perfectly!”
—Now he had me filled up. I felt inch upon throbbing inch push into me when I sunk back down. It should have hurt, or something, because I’d only lost my virginity a few minutes ago with that loser Darren, but it fit! And now I had more than enough to bounce on like a wild woman. His buddies were about to get a real show!
“Yessss! Oh Yesss!”
“Hey!” yelled Darren, and I felt hands pulling me off the junior.
Oh God! Not Darren again. All he had to do was say the word and I knew I’d screw him again. The state I was in, it didn’t matter who I did. I felt so … empty. I needed it bad, so the hand that had been peeling the polite-but-not-so-polite kid’s shirt off began wiggling under my skirt.
“D-Darren! Please! Let go! Someone help! I need it!”
Daren gazed at me with a tenderness in his eyes that replaced the usual complete and sickening lust. If I wasn’t so horny, it might have been cute. I looked back at the kid I’d been making out with. He and all his friends stared at the kid’s beautifully huge dick. Totally awesome and a perfect fit. I’d do him any time, even if I could control myself. Yesterday—this morning even—If you’d suggested I’d do a grade ten, I’d have laughed. But now I wanted to get laid too much to care much about thinking.
Darren’s eyes followed mine, and his jaw dropped, but the porn freak recovered fast. “That’s not much. Mine’s better.”
Sure, Darren, as if! “Hello? Darren? Let go?”
He did, so I dropped to my knees and got ready to recapture the kid’s interest. It wouldn’t be too hard. I grabbed hold, began to stroke and—
“Lacy, no!” shouted Darren, grabbing me again and pulling on my arm. “Baby, I love you. Please! We were made for each other!”
I let the cock drop out of my mouth as a wave of butterflies and nausea hit my stomach at the same time. Darren, the perfect guy, was right behind me and here I was sucking off some stupid junior. What the hell was wrong with me today?
“Hey,” said the kid as I let go and spun around and into Darren’s arms. “Hey! I was doing Lacey, jerk. It’s my turn. You got her already!”
My body and mind went to war. It was his turn, so I owed him at least a blowjob, but Darren was here! “Ooooh! Darren.
“Mnnnnngh! God, what’s wrong with me?” My head spun and I didn’t know what to do. I needed Darren so bad, but it was the other kid’s turn. Oh, God. I started to turn around.
“Shut the fuck up and take off, kid. You and your friends forget you ever even met Lacey. She’s my girl. If she’s doing anyone, it’s me!”
“Oh my God. Darren, what’s wrong with me?” I asked, twisting the ring he’d given me on my birthday. “I didn’t mean it! I was just so … so …” I broke down into tears.
“It’s all right, baby. Everything’s OK. We’re both going to forget it happened, OK?”
I shook my head and blinked away tears. I’d been crying again. From joy probably, Darren and I’d just lost our virginity together! Weird that we’d done it at school, though, but making love in front of an audience … Oooh! I got wetter just thinking about it!
I turned around and melted. Oooooh! Darren! Of course I was wet!
“Daaaarren …” I sighed. “Would you please walk me home? This has been a really crazy day and there’s nothing like your big, thick cock to help me forget.”
“Oh!” His hands gripped my hips under my skirt and lifted me up to where he could feast on my breasts. I just loved it when he did that! His hands slid up as my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms encircled his neck, pulling his head in closer.
Totally in love with a porno freak. At least his taste in movies was educational; I knew exactly what he wanted and how to give it. Mmmmm. Lost in love and I wouldn’t have it any other wa—
“OOoooOOoh! Oh! Sorry, Miss Jacobs,” I moaned, the cold of the locker door pressing against my back and the eyes of the teacher reminding me that we were making out at school, again; and I’d lost my top somewhere, again. I’d never had Miss Jacobs—as a teacher, I mean—but I’d seen her around. She was nice, practically one of us, and almost as much of an exhibitionist as I was. But she had the body to carry it off, big time. Kind of looked like Kelly Adams, that porn star teacher from that movie that Darren, Terry, and I liked so much. That made it really funny that she looked so shocked at Darren and me.
“C’mon, Miss Jacobs,” I panted, squirming as Darren’s fingers probed my ass. “Ah! Fuck! So good! Want it so bad!”
Whoops! I thought as the teacher ducked back into her room, and the door closed with a click. Scared her away. Too bad. I was really getting into it, but now … now I wanted to fuck Darren senseless while watching a porno.
“Do you know where my shirt is? Darren? It looks cold outside.”
Hi. I’m Monica, and my friend here, she’s Monica too. It’s not as bad as it seemed, you know, we got to have all sorts of fun confusing people. We even had these shirts with an arrow pointing sideways that said, “No, stupid, she’s Monica!” We didn’t have them on today, but that’s because we really only wore them on special occasions. Today there was a game this afternoon, so she had her cheerleader uniform on. And really, Monica’s arrow should point up. She’s both Monica and stupid. My arrow should point down then, because I’m such a slut!
We aren’t sisters or anything like that, so we don’t really look much alike. That was probably a good thing because for about the past hour, while we’d been sitting in Miss Jacobs’ class, I’d been kind of staring at Monica a bit too much. She just wore her uniform too well. She’d always been hot, and maybe I’ve always been a little bi, but this afternoon, suddenly it was excruciating to look at her. If we looked the same, I’d never get out of the house because I’d always be masturbating.
Weird, huh? It’s like something went pop in my brain one day and made me a complete slut. It was cool though. Always being horny felt really nice. Not as nice as actually doing something about it, but still nice. Even thinking about my best friend makes me all tingly.
As for Monica, she was pretty weird herself. She’d been giggling like an idiot and playing with her hair for the last hour and a bit. Asking really stupid questions in class too. She’s always been a bit ditzy, but today she’d gone beyond the Bimbo’s call of duty. But not as far past as I’d have gone on Slut, given the chance.
I’d been eyeballing Miss Jacobs, too—probably because I was soooo horny today—and Monica caught me, so now we were on this weird topic of what Miss Jacobs did when she wasn’t teaching. All we really knew about her was her first name: Kelly. Kelly’s a really sexy name and Miss Jacobs is really sexy, especially in the black PVC mini and tiny top she wore today, so I’d spent the whole class fantasizing about doing her.
“I don’t think Miss Jacobs gets out much. I’ve never seen a boyfriend or a husband or anything. She must be seriously sexually frustrated.” I said, dreaming about Miss Jacobs holding a special class where I taught her a few things. “But she hides it well. She doesn’t even know how horny she is, I think.”
“She’s probly a domi … domi … What was that movie with that hottie, Keanu?”
“Huh?”
“The one with the computers, an’ kung-fu, an’ everybody wore shiny black stuff.”
“The Matrix?”
“Ya! She’s a Domi Matrix? Izzat right?”
“Dominatrix?”
“Ya! Miss Kelly’s a closet do-min-a-trix.” Giggle! “I got a big word!” Giggle giggle, clap clap, bounce bounce. “Wazzat one? Five silly bulls?”
“Only four,” I said, drinking in the bobbing of Monica’s breasts and getting much, much hornier. Unlike Miss Jacobs, I had a good idea just how horny. I know Monica swings my way sometimes, but somehow I’d never gotten her into bed. She didn’t want to ruin the friendship or something stupid like that.
“You’re making me sound silly, but it’s not, really. Not as silly as a witch. I saw this cartoon on, like, the web? Ya, the web, an’ she said a spell and her boobs got really big. It was cool. Anyway, it was silly, but witches need big boobs!” Giggle. Giggle, giggle, giggle.
I giggled back, because it was silly, but mostly because her giggling was infectious. “Sure Monica. Whatever you say. The Monica-natrix! Crack! Crack!” I mimed snapping a whip at her. “Nah. I wouldn’t like wearing all that latex, and all the slave training’s too much like work. Being a witch would be better, but I wouldn’t want to have to lug around the boobs. They look great on you, though.”
“Monica likes Monica’s boo-bies!” she sang. “Monica have great big boo-bies!”
“I know,” I said, grimacing. “Don’t remind me.” Guys—and Monica—stared at my tits all the time, and they attracted lots of attention, but didn’t get me enough actual sex to make up for the disadvantages. Like what they did to my posture. I was going to have serious back trouble by the time I was thirty. That made me a totally hypocrite. I loved big boobs on other girls, but not me, and I was the one stuck with them. When I rule the world, it’s the first thing I change. Everyone has huge boobs except for me. I get something modest, like maybe a C-cup.
I’m just too horny today. I actually did want to see if I could get Monica into bed, somehow. She’d been distracted all afternoon and acting even ditzier than normal, so maybe today’s the day! I had to fight not to giggle evilly. Here I was, actively planning to seduce my best friend. Not that it would be hard with her drooling all over my boobs all the time. I’m such a slut! I’ll fuck anything! Even a girl! That time I giggled.
“Crack! Crack!” I said, miming the whip again. “You are my sex slave, Monica.”
Monica stopped trying to read the locker combo she’d written on her hand and looked at me stupidly. Then she blinked and smiled happily.
“I’ve got all the stuff we need for tonight. C’mon. Let’s go.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Bwah hah hah hah. Stop playing around, Monica,” I said. I was too horny to resist adding, “Either that or be a good slave and eat me.”
And that’s when my best friend dropped to her knees. I figured she was just carrying the joke a bit too far, but then she flipped up my skirt and kissed my panties.
“Monica?” I asked, stunned as she moved my panties out of the way to get at what was underneath. “What are you doing? Monica?
“Ooooohmigaaawd!”
You know, I could get used to this, I thought as I slumped back into a locker. Being a slut’s really cool and being a bisexual slut’s better: You get more to choose from! I couldn’t wait for the post game orgy tonight. Nobody’d mind an extra slut.
I shook my head, but fought off the full body shudder that had been threatening to break loose. It was that weird sort of feeling you get when someone’s talking about you behind your back, and that someone says things that are not necessarily complimentary, not that that was a new feeling today. I’ve had plenty of new feelings today. Mmmm. Most of them were quite nice.
Whatever Mr. Grant had to say about it, dressing like a student was working. I just had to dress a little more extreme to stand out and really grab their hearts and minds. The students definitely did look at me differently and they weren’t as reserved, so the little problem I had with Miss Astin was just that: little.
Some people are a little too inhibited and need to break out. I knew all about that; in order to really have fun with the students, I had to let go a little. It was all a matter of give and take; something people like Mr. Grant and Mary Astin just didn’t understand. Some students wanted someone to look up to, some wanted a teacher that was one of them, and some—like Terry and Darren—wanted a little more. But I wanted things, too. I wanted the students to learn. I wanted to learn from the students.
Tommy’s friends thought I looked like a porn star playing a student, but maybe that’s what the modern student needed. Some huffy, dowdy old maid just didn’t fire their imaginations. Didn’t inspire them to do better. School could be so much more than just school work; it could be a place where you really learned about life.
I’ve been living too much in my head, anyway. Maybe it really is time to use my body for something.
“Thomas,” I said, removing the hair clips that held my hair in its dull style and let the reddish-brown locks fall down around my shoulders, framing my face with a more mature, commanding look. I’d listened to their talk carefully this morning. Thomas didn’t need a little girl; he needed a woman to straighten him out. Time for me to grow up a little.
Thomas watched intently as I sat up straight, no longer slouching the way one of his fellow students would. Looking at his flushed face and wide eyes, you certainly could call him a pupil. His eyes didn’t seem to consist of anything else.
“Sit down, Thomas,” I asked, motioning to the large, wooden chair I had placed in front of my desk. Without the kickboard, he would have been able to see right up my skirt, and he probably sat there fantasizing wildly about it. All because of the … the nonsense about sex and porn stars his friends filled his head with. Once I managed to calm those raging hormones down, we’d both feel a lot better.
So I gave a little. I stood up, pulled my skirt back down before he could see anything, walked around to the front of my desk and hopped up on top of it, right in front of him with my legs slightly spread so he could see right up my skirt.
Now he could get it out of his system and move on.
“Mr Grant thinks I should take more control of my students, but I want to be a friend. Someone you can count on to understand you. Someone you can trust. And now, I think I have a way to reconcile both sides.”
“But I need to trust you. You weren’t sick this morning, were you?”
My idea didn’t seem to be working, so I crossed my legs and prompted again. “Thomas?”
“Huh?”
“You weren’t pretending to be sick this morning, were you?”
“No,” he replied, blushing even more furiously.
“You have it bad for a girl, don’t you?”
“Uhm …” He looked so … so … He looked cute all flustered like that. “Uh, yeah.”
I knew it! He is crushing on someone! I almost giggled, but that would ruin the image I was projecting. Well! It’ll be good to get his mind off me.
Still, he was obsessing about some girl, and that wasn’t good. He needed to relax and spend some time with his ladylove. To do that, however, he needed to learn how to deal with the opposite sex. Perhaps if I dressed up as a student again, and with the right makeup, maybe I could pass myself off as a teenager. That way I could take him somewhere and get him acclimatized to being around girls, without being recognized and getting in trouble. Start small, I suppose, just go get some burgers, and then take him somewhere to expose him to other girls in a social setting. After some practice, maybe then he’ll be able to talk with this girl he likes so much. I wracked my brain for dance clubs that were open to teens. There was one when I was a student here, I think, but I never went to any of the dances.
“Well,” I said, leaning in closer, “I suppose you need to know more about girls and how to give them what they want. That’s why I wanted you here after class. See? You can relax now. You aren’t in trouble; I just want to show you a few things.”
He didn’t relax at all. He squirmed in his seat, so it fell to me to relax him enough for the lesson to stick. I leaned further forward, put my hands on his shoulders, and got ready to teach him to kiss when—
Click.
“God Damn it!” I almost screamed, straightening up and hopping off the desk. Those imbeciles on the school board would never understand what I was trying to do, so if I was caught, it’d be all over. Philistines! They had no idea of the challenges teachers faced these days.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples in dismay. I wanted to scream! I just felt so tense, and I didn’t know why. You are always disturbed when you are finally getting somewhere.
“Kelly, do you need a lift ho—
Mr. Grant did a double take. “What the hell are you doing?”
“It’s not what it looks like!” I blurted, secretly pleased at finally prying some emotion from the man. “I’m just trying to teach!”
“Oh. Very good,” he said, the red fading from his face. “Carry on, then. I have some paperwork I could do. Just swing by my office when you are done, if you need a ride.”
“Thank you, Mr. Grant. I’ll do that.” Mr. Grant was staring at something on me, so I looked down. My skirt had ridden up enough for Thomas to get a really good look, and he sat there, silent. If he just leaned forward a few inches, he’d get a real education, but school was not the proper sort of place for that. School was, as I started to realize as I tugged my skirt back down again, not the proper place for a lot of things the modern student needed to learn.
“Say something, Thomas,” I demanded.
“Hi, Mr. Grant,” he squeaked.
Mr. Grant kept staring at me. Maybe he could use some educating as well. “I think that we are just about done for today, I’ll be by your office in a few minutes.”
I just had to ask two girls, one a cheerleader, having sex in front of my locker to move. That had to be another of Mike’s bits of fun.
Chris and Calvin were caught making out under the bleachers during gym. Mike didn’t like Calvin much, so there was no way he set that up.
The entire dance squad all tuned into bisexual bimbos after lunch. Top heavy, blonde, and brain-dead was right up Mike’s alley, but he was in the hospital when the change occurred. Did he somehow put the transformation on a time delay or did two people get super powers?
Maybe … just maybe … Darren!
Lacey attended class nude and went into a sexual frenzy up on the third floor, just like Darren’d wished, but if he had super powers, Lacey would have been drooling all over his cock in first period and she wouldn’t have tried to screw Ruben.
Darren forgot about Lacey going to class nude right after I … “Told him to forget about it.”
Holy shit. I told Darren to forget about seeing Lacey naked and he did. I stood right about here, and told Darren to do something impossible, forget a naked hottie, and he did it. Whatever the source of his power was, Mike had left it in his locker.
It had to be. Anything anyone asked for within about ten feet came true, no matter how ridiculous. Still, I needed to prove the theory, so I tested it out the easy way with Molly O’Reily as she walked past.
“Hey Molly, You’ve got the most succulent, firm, and sensitive H-cup boobs in the world, and you love to show them off!”
I caught a glimpse of her shirt stretching outwards as she passed, and Molly’s habitual slouch became a chest forward strut. I felt my cock stiffen as her orbs expanded so much that you could clearly see them from behind around her arms. She took a few more steps before what I’d said sunk in. “What?” She turned around to face me and her supersized knockers spun her completely around and sent her tumbling and jiggling to the floor. She might not have bounced so hard if her hands hadn’t been busy adjusting the neck on her shirt, pulling it wider to give me a better look at her cleavage.
“Omigawd! Terry! Help! What happened? Holy cow!” She rolled onto her back and the barely sagging masses rose like domes out of her chest. She helped them out by tearing her shirt completely open and the stupendous boobs spilled over the sides of her ribs. “Whoops! Kinda turned too fast, huh?”
She lay there stunned for a moment and spilling out of her torn shirt, before she cupped her tits and pushed them together into a major display of cleavage. She winked at me and licked her lips. “Wuh-wow! They, uh, look pretty nice, huh?”
“Molly, you love them. You can cum just from playing with the inch-long nipples. Try it out. You even ejaculate milk when you orgasm.” So sue me. I like my hentai, and Molly’d always veto everything that Mike or I brought to Anime club. Too risqué, she always said. She’d even rejected the ‘Castle of Cagliostro’ without even looking at it, and that was a classic!
It kind of made what I had in mind fitting.
My internal soundtrack filled in the “Poink poink!” as her nipples shot out, long and thick, on the end of exaggerated areolas. Her whole body lurched as she ran a finger across one, and she started squirming with a heated intensity as her hands went to work, squeezing and pulling.
“I … I … ooh. Ohhhh gawd!”
Molly’s eyes rolled up as her fingers pinched her nipples and she writhed on the floor. Pretty close to H-bomb class, but missing something, other than the tentacle monster.
“Your body looks as close to being like a hottie from an anime as it can, and still look real.”
Oh cool. Her hair turned blue. She looked up at me with doll like eyes while gasps burst out of her super sexy mouth. An impossibly slender waist, helped by deceptively long, well-toned legs, propelled a wide and erotic set of hips up and around in circles.
“You’ve been developing a body like this since you hit puberty, Molly. You’re Annie Mae: a living, breathing hentai school girl.”
“Nnngh. Terry, pleeeeaaasseeeee! Soooo horny. Let’s fuck.” She raised the skirt of her sailor suit to expose a soft, smooth, and very hungry-looking pussy. As I watched, her clit began to peek out at the world, but it slowed its growth down and tapered off before it became too disturbingly cock-like. I didn’t think about that for long though because she was leaking. Hell, she was gushing. The stuff flooded out of her like she had a a waterfall between her legs, over her ass and dripped onto the floor. Now this was getting seriously ecchi.
But it looked a lot cooler in the cartoons. In real life, it just looked messy, and when you looked at everything all together, I’d pulled a Mike. I got, or at least figured out, part of his power and the first thing I’d done was turn some poor girl into my personal cartoon fantasy slut.
Anybody care to tell me the difference between screwing a girl who’s too drunk to say no and a girl who’s been magically transformed into too much of a slut to even know the word no? Not much in my book. I spent the day dissing Mike’s lack of self-control, and with the first chance I’d gotten, I’d done the same thing.
I’d had infinite power for what, five minutes? Five minutes and I almost became a rapist. I felt sick.
“Annie, transform back to Molly and go home. Forget I changed you.”
“Hai!” she said before vanishing into a shimmering cloud of stars. Molly sat up after the pyrotechnics vanished, shook her head, and looked at me funny.
“Uh, Terry?”
“You slipped. You Ok, Molly?”
“Think so,” she said, getting up. “Kinda dizzy.”
I grabbed her hand to keep her from falling over again when she slipped in the puddle of her vaginal juices. “Maybe you should swing by the office. See the nurse,” I suggested, but she just shook her head.
“Nah. Everyone’ll be gone by the time I get there. I’m just going to go home and lie down for a while. What did you say before I slipped, anyway? Something about my boobs?”
“Uh, no. Just said, ‘Hello.’ You sure you’ll be OK? I need to grab some stuff out of Mike’s locker and then I’m out of here. I’ll walk you.”
“I’ll be OK. Besides, won’t Sooozy get jealous?”
“Nah,” I said, dismissing the idea. “She’s not really interested. Besides, Suzy’s not the jealous type—”
“Thaaaat’s what you think. You guys are so dense.”
“Thanks,” I deadpanned. “So what, you think I should make a move? I’m not sure …” I almost said I wasn’t sure that trying to pick up Suzy while she was under Mike’s influence wouldn’t be any better than doing Molly under my influence, but self preservation kicked in. “Don’t know if she’s ready to go steady.”
“Duh!” she giggled. “You bet she is. She may look like a dizzy bimbo, but she’s pretty sharp. You better snap her up, fast, or she’ll realize she can do better.”
Thanks again, Molly. Wait a sec …! Hallelujah. Some one else who noticed her hot body …
Aw shit. Mike had a thing for lesbians, didn’t he?
I had to sort this all out, pronto. Since he was gone, it had to be something in his locker. I unlocked it and began to search.
“Say, Terry,” said Molly, tentatively.
I turned around to see her posing to show off her breasts. Not too bad, but nothing like before. “Are my boobs too small?”
Huh, still breast-obsessed. Must have missed something when I changed her back. I probably just got her body. That’d be easy to fix, but really … she probably wouldn’t mind. “You kidding me, Molly? Those D-cups you’ve packed around since grade eight are amazing!”
Pop! A-cups one second and perky, round D’s the next. Actually they looked bigger than I’d expected. D-cups must be some serious hardware. It might be cooler if I made them expand slowly, but that was Mike-style thinking. If I firmed and expanded something slowly so I could watch and enjoy it, Molly’d have a Suzy-class ass right about now. I grinned for a moment, prepared to speak, and then changed my mind. Suzy-class asses were only special in small quantities.
“Yeah,” she said looking down into the cleavage of her shirt-bursting and bouncy chest. “I’m just greedy, I guess.”
Now I had a good grip on what Mike had been doing. That only left the how. The extra weight in his backpack had to be some ancient, magical Indian totem pole or something.
But no, Mike was too new-millennium for that. Stuffed inside Mike’s backpack, at the bottom of locker 2-21-B, a laptop computer whirred and clicked. Slowly opening it, I got a good look at the screen. Molly, in hi-res 3D, spun slowly. What a fricking stupid way to blow the mystery. You expect some sort of magic item or alien doo-dad, not a fricking laptop. It didn’t even look all that cool. It was just his old Dell, for Christ’s sake.
Still, my jaw dropped, as I looked the display over. The GUI had widgets for everything. A quick glance read cup size, orgasmic intensity, muscular density, and rows of checkboxes for unlawful carnal knowledge. Then I saw the text-box for custom commands. It read Molly has been packing around D-cup breasts since grade eight.
Holy shit. Son of a bitch. Fuck me!
I shut the computer off before Molly could see anything, regretting not having the time to play with the variety of Anal Enhancements available, and followed her to the stairs.
Not that her butt wasn’t that bad as it was. I’d do her, but not with her mind all messed up.
I made a good choice in not messing with Molly, much, it seemed; the walk with her pointed something out: we had nothing in common. At least with Suzy I could talk about stuff or play chess, even if what I really wanted to do was strip her naked and screw like rabbits. With Molly, all there was to talk about was Anime, and our tastes were just too different. If I was going to Harem-ize her, I’d have to practically rebuild her brain from the ground up—and where’s the fun in that?
OK, so the notion had some appeal, but not enough for me to try it out anytime soon.
About half a block after Molly and I parted ways, a car shot by chased by a trio of police cruisers. Man, once I figured out how to use the computer, assuming that it could do more than just give massive endowments and cure sexual hang-ups, the first thing I was going to do was take a bite out of crime. Visions of myself posing in a variety of costumes danced before my eyes the rest of the way home. All the hot chicks surrounding me in those visions didn’t distract me from the goal of fighting crime and making the world a better place. Nope. Not a bit.
But Callie sure did.
Holy shit. Callie looked like a porn star. She’d even dressed like one. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Mike’d really done a number on her, especially up front. My experiment with Molly was nothing compared to Mike’s sister. I hoped he wasn’t into incest; otherwise, I’d be really feeling sick right now.
“Callie?” I asked, staring unabashedly. I’d been staring at her since I was twelve or thirteen, but now she had so much more to stare at. A bit too much, really.
“Terry, what the hell happened to Mike?” asked my best friend’s micro-skirted, tiny-tank-top-wearing, exceptionally long-haired, emphatically stacked, and upset sister. “He’s at the hospital, but we couldn’t see him because he’s in surgery, and the police—”
“Surgery? Holy shit! MacKay really must have gone nuts. I knew Mike went to the hospital, but—”
“MacKay? Doug MacKay? Like, football Doug MacKay?”
“Yeah. Marian sicced him on Mike.”
“No way! So Mike did try to rape Marian?”
“Yeah, sort of.” That was true, but no one would ever believe it. “If you count her dropping to her knees, ripping his pants off, and swallowing his dick as rape.”
“No way.” At the mention of swallowing cock, Callie began to breathe harder and suck absentmindedly on her index finger. “She tried to rape him?”
“Physically, I’d call it mutual rape. Mike wasn’t complaining much.”
“No doubt,” she said with a smirk. She pressed in close, her huge breasts mashing against my chest, and cupped my balls. “He loved it when we, that’s Mom and I, went down on him last night.”
I’d started to step back, but wound up falling over because she’d hooked a leg. “Jesus Christ!” I yelled, trying to get back up or at least scramble away. I don’t know why I bothered. You could see everything from down here, and I’d been trying to get a peek since I was twelve or thirteen. “He did you and your mom?”
“Sure! Incest is best, right? You know … I always sort of thought of you like a … little brother.” She pushed me back down and sat on my legs. The oversized belt that barely covered her didn’t cover anything after her legs spread around mine. “Don’t look shocked, Terry, I noticed the way you always looked at Cah … me, and I kind of liked it. Dunno why I’ve never tried this before; guess I never found a good time for it, but I’m making time now.”
“Uh, nice tattoo,” I said, pointing to the dragon where her pubic hair should have been. “D’you think we could at least do this inside?”
“Oh sure, with Mike gone, Mom’ll probably need it too.”
“I’m sure she will, Mom,” called Callie’s twin from the front porch of their house next door. “I thought we agreed we’d only fuck people inside the house. Mrs. Patterson freaked when she saw you and the mailman earlier. And stop pretending to be me!”
“Hah!” burst Mike’s Mom, rubbing her pussy against the suddenly receding rod in my pants. “I never agreed; I just stopped arguing.”
“Mooooom! Please!”
“Don’t you ‘Moooooom’ me. We’re exactly the same age now. Mike made sure of that, right after he gave himself that yummy cock. Mmmmm. I can’t wait until they let him out of the hospital. I’m going to go nuts without him around to suck on.
“I bet Terry’s tasty! If he’s not, maybe he can use Mike’s computer to make himself tasty!”
“Mooooom!” Callie yelled again as she strode over. I think it was Callie, anyway. Mike could be really freaked out and have transformed his dog or something. “Just get off of Terry and invite him inside. Then we can cook dinner for him and fuck him all we want.”
Fuck me all they want? Fuck that! I knew Mike’s taste in movies, and there was no way I was going to be the poor bastard who gets tied up and sexually tortured.
Then I had a really chilling thought: Mike thought my Mom was hot, too. If he touched her or changed anything about her, I’d fucking kill him the second he got out of the hospital. If not sooner.
“Missus Wagner? Can you please—”
“Call me Danni, Terry.”
“Missus Wagner? Can you please get off me?”
“Mooooom! Look, he’s not interested. I’ll be fucked if I know why, but he isn’t.” She tore her shirt off and bent over to dangle her immense breasts in my face. “What’s the matter? These not big enough for you?”
She grinned as I shook my head. “Don’t believe you,” she said and her breasts started growing from hanging softballs to—Holy shit—watermelons. Huge and heavy, Callie’s breasts brushed against my face until the ginormous set that dropped onto my chest pushed them away.
Oh man, I thought, while trying to find an air pocket I could use to keep from suffocating. This is totally Mike. No girl is ever big enough for Mike. He stuck to breast growth story canon, though, and the two girls started to lose it, completely overwhelmed by mind wracking orgasms. I took advantage of the frenzied expansion and gushing vaginal lubricant to worm my way out from underneath Mrs. Wagner and bolt.
“Mooooom! He’s getting away!” howled Callie. She tried to give chase, but with beanbag chairs for tits, she could probably only manage about an eighth of a mile an hour, and that would be with two wheelbarrows.
I made it to the front door and had my key in the lock before Callie managed to get her breasts down to a point where she’d once again be able to move on her own. Mrs. Wagner writhed on the ground, almost buried by the Volkswagens jutting from her chest and lost in her own world of pleasure.
“You can’t leave us like this!” shrieked Callie as I slammed the door shut.
I had no intention of it. Mike’s program had to have an undo feature somewhere. If it didn’t, at least I could guess them to something almost normal. But first, I had to get somewhere private and change my pants and shirt. One thing Mike and I had in common was a thing for very leaky girls. I blame it on too many cartoons. All that H-anime must have warped our minds, because once you got exposed to the stuff in real life, it was actually pretty gross.
After changing practically all of my clothes, I sat down to fix things back up and maybe take care of a few things for myself. I plugged it into the wall, plugged it into my monitor and keyboard, and booted Mike’s laptop. It went through the usual rigmarole and loaded about twenty too many icons to the systray. Mike’s computer was bogged down by a real mess of extra crap.
I dug around, looking for the magic program, but the mystery was back. After ogling all of the on-screen options, I’d shut down the program without finding out what it was called and nothing jumped out at me. I’d found nothing in program files, and using the brute force approach—searching the entire disk for .exe files—got interrupted by dinner.
Mom looked fine, thank God, and, after we got through with the usual parental concern over the goings-on at school, we had a pretty quite dinner, with one exception.
“Strange day all around, Terry. I caught something on the news on the way home,” said dad as we ate. “Some blue-haired girl—get this: Dressed like a cartoon character—ended a police chase by demolishing the fleeing car and held the occupants for the police. Obviously someone’s been drinking on the job, because it’s not April yet.”
I choked on the spinach while my brother laughed at my expression. In hindsight, I should have noticed that only Molly’s transformation back had special effects accompaniment. When she went cartoon hottie, she got a full dose of cartoon.
What the hell, I figured. The world needs heroes. So what if she wears a 36-H bra-or would if she bothered with one-that just makes her all the more super.
Yearbook ate up all of my free time, but it was going to be worth it. I had most of the section laid out, so as soon as Bobby delivered those pictures, I could put the teams to rest. For this revision anyway. This was going to be the best yearbook, ever.
If only I could do this at home, but no way could I afford the software. So instead I toiled away in the computer lab with nothing but a bunch of aging Macs keeping me company.
“Hey, Mandy?” Speak of the devil. I spun my seat around to face him.
“I edited all those pictures down like you wanted,” said Bobby, holding out a CD. “Cheerleaders didn’t turn out so good; I had to clip it a bit too much to get the shot PG. Stupid bimbos.”
“Bobby …” I cautioned.
“Sorry. Stupid intellectually challenged nymphomaniacs.”
“Bobby!”
“Well, they are!”
“They’re cheerleaders,” I sighed. “They’re supposed to be sexy.”
“Come on, Mandy! I couldn’t get Tanja and Carly to stop trying to make out until I put them at opposite ends of the group, Melissa wouldn’t stop flashing her breasts at me, and when I told them to line up with the taller girls in the back, they couldn’t figure out who was taller than who. I think they sorted themselves according to cup size. Anyway, here’re the pictures, before I dig myself a deeper hole.”
“Thank you,” I said. He looked like a kicked dog, so I tried to soften things up a little. “You’ve been a really great help, Bobby, and I—Excuse me.”
I turned around, pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, opened it, and answered. “Mandy Bennet.”
“Amanda,” started mom. This wasn’t going to be good. It was never good when she called me on my cell. “I’m having trouble with the car so—”
Car trouble, my ass. One of these days dad was going to find out why she always had to take the car in for tune ups. “So I need to catch the bus. Thanks mom.”
“Good. Oh, could you take something quick out of the freezer and throw it in the oven? I might be very late and you know how your dad gets.”
“Yes mom.” How he got was completely justified, even though he didn’t know it; mom was a tramp.
“OK, thanks sweetie.”
Swallowing an expletive, I folded my phone back up and turned back to Bobby.
“I can wait around ’till you’re done and give you, you know, a ride home, if you want. Maybe pick up something to eat?”
No, I didn’t want. I could get things done much faster without him distracting me. “Bobby, I … Oooh.” I blinked and shivered a bit, sort of like a sneeze, but a really good sneeze. Suddenly my mouth was dry. The rest of me broke out in a sweat.
“Mandy?”
Confusion reigned. I was … it’s like when you … like … I had no idea what it was like. I never felt anything like it before. “Ride?” I choked out. My heart was pounding, and I couldn’t breathe. I licked my lips to wet them, and then I did it again. I …
“Oooohhh, Bobby, I … Unnnh! Ride!” Omigod. My body’s on fire! I know exactly what this is. I-I gotta get him out of here. Lock up the lab and run to the washroom. “Oooh! Buh-Bobby. Huhoooo. Rrrride.” My legs went weak and I stumbled into him. His arms wrapped around me. No. He just grabbed me. The craving grew. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me. I wanted a hell of a lot more that that. I wanted to ride Bobby. I wanted to eat Bobby.
He shook me and asked me something, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t stop myself. My hands, working on their own, opened up his pants. Ride Bobby, ride Bobby, repeated over and over in my mind with visions of me down on my knees, devouring his penis and doing other sick, lovely, things. It was like a damn broke in my sexuality and all of the water was gushing out, mostly between my legs.
“M-m-m-mandy?” he stammered as I hooked his leg, just like the taught in rape prevention, but rather than running away like I was supposed to, I grabbed his underwear buy the waistband with both hands and tore apart and down. My dripping panties I simply pulled out of the way.
“Shut up and fuck me.” I commanded, and Bobby obeyed. He didn’t have any choice, not really, when I grabbed his cock and slammed myself down on him. It hurt for a moment, but within seconds, I was screaming in raw joy and cumming like never before.
Of course not. I’d never cum before, but God, if this is what mom feels, I don’t blame her for getting it wherever and whenever she could.
After dinner, I finished looking through the list of programs and ran the ones I didn’t recognize, just to be sure. Mike had a lot of complete junk on his drive. No wonder he was always getting viruses; he downloaded everything. Even the fucking Bonzi Buddy. Vurtua Stripper I expected, but the Bonzi Buddy?
When I finished sifting through all of the crap he’d accumulated, I looked through the recent documents list, but of course Mike had all of the paranoia settings turned on, so the list had been emptied when I’d turned the computer back on. Why he bothered, given the amount of spyware on his laptop, I don’t know, but it meant I had to dig deeper. Off went the computer, in went the Linux live CD, and after a bit of fiddling with the settings, I had the computer compiling a list of all files accessed in the last twenty-four hours.
After a few scripts chopped up the list, there it was: kelly_adams_nights_angels.divx.avi. The movie Mike’d been downloading for the past week and a half. The one that wouldn’t run because he didn’t have the right codec. The one that he said I wouldn’t believe.
That was no video I saw running earlier, so I’m pretty sure I believed. Some jackass had renamed the file, put it up on fileshare, and Mike had snagged it thinking it was a porno. It could have been anyone who found it, even me, but my folks wouldn’t spring for a broadband connection.
Totally out of habit, I typed ./kelly_adams_nights_angels.divx.avi and then waited for the error message. Mike ran the program under Windows, so there was no way it should be able to run under Linux. But it did. The media player went silent for a moment and I half expected the Monolith music from the start of 2001, but I got Harvey the Wonder Hamster instead. Mike’s got really stupid taste in music sometimes.
Welcome to Master PC
The hard discs screamed as though under torture and the CPU usage pinned at 100% for nearly five minutes. Patiently—yeah right, I plugged everything back into my box, booted it, and did a bit of web surfing—I waited. I’d seen what this Master PC could do, so you’d think I wouldn’t be hit so hard when the program finally loaded, but no dice. For a moment, while I plugged the keyboard back in, Annie Mai spun in the display, and then an animated genie popped up out of a cloud of really well done particle smoke and said,
Welcome to the Master Command Center … where the Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you … Now, you possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master’s representative.
And there is where you hit the really big difference between me and Mike. Where he probably immediately jacked his dick up to epic proportions, I wondered who the master was.
Still, we have a lot in common, Mike and I, so—risking my soul—I typed my name into the user prompt.
Nothing bad happened, so I continued by typing my name in as the subject. Then I unplugged the microphone. The last thing I needed was for Mom or Dad to say something stupid as they walked past my room. Tabbing my way to the Command Center box—no way was I going to mess around with any of the short cuts, buttons or sliders until I’d gotten a better grasp on how this thing worked—I began to type.
Who is the master?
I got no response.
Terry knows who the Master is.
Lovely. I now had a complete knowledge of some old Dr Who villain.
Who is the Master with respect to Master PC?
The Master. How incredibly informative.
Terry knows why The Master created the program.
Because. Equally informative.
What can Master PC do?
No response.
Terry knows what Master PC can do.
Anything. V-Ger seeks the creator. This was getting me nowhere. Time for a new subject: Callie Wagner.
Callie, in glorious 3D, lay on her back masturbating. Holy shit. Even if you didn’t use it to change stuff, this thing had its uses.
Callie will have a mind-blowing orgasm and pass out.
On screen, Callie’s whole body tensed, jerked, and her mouth shot wide open. I heard her scream of joy rip through my open window and just about came myself as her eyes rolled up and her body continued to quiver and thrash even though no one was home.
While trying to still my heart, I looked around for an undo option. No undo, but there was a save option. Mike’d saved his profile, but it didn’t look like he’d saved anyone else. He’d password protected himself too; a good idea, generally, but the dumb fuck’d have to heal on his own now. I tried some common Mike passwords—character names, his name as an ASCII string in hex, and a couple porn star names—but no dice.
Callie will revert to her mind and body as of yesterday afternoon. She got drunk at a party on Thursday and doesn’t remember most of today.
That looked like it worked. She was back to looking like a fox, but not a completely over-rendered one. For good measure, and because I can’t be a good boy all the time, I rounded and padded her ass a little and tweaked what she had up top. I didn’t make her boobs any bigger, at least not at Mike’s interest level, but she looked really nice lying on her back with her rack not quite so compressed by gravity. I also clicked the exhibitionistic tendencies and sexually adventurous checkboxes because I liked the look of her, and her boyfriend was a cool guy and booted a six-pack for me and Mike once. It had to be hell to date a girl like that and never get any.
I also rolled Mrs. Wagner back to yesterday, but didn’t add any of the extras. Marian, she could go fuck herself for all I cared. Lacey and Darren … jury was out on what to do about them, but Christine and Collin were too cute a couple to break up. A bit too cute, actually. I used Master PC to look up their current location—Chris’s bedroom—and tapped in a few instructions, clicked a few options on, and I sat back and watched for a while.
Kind of funny, I thought while tuning up Christine. For the head cheerleader, she’s actually kind of inexperienced. I always thought she’d slutted her way to the top. I mean she only scored 2 pixels on the blowjob skill slider and a big fat zero on practical sexual expertise. You’d think she was a virgin or she just got by on her looks or something. Tap-a-tap-a-tap. Click.
You know, I’d always promised that when I met the right guy, I’d hold off for a while to make sure he really was Mr. Right. According to some of the books mom made me read when I started filling out, nothing killed a relationship faster than premature sex. But after sitting in Grant’s office with Collin this afternoon, I found myself questioning that commitment. Like, I’d found the perfect guy, so why wait?
I was all ready to blow his mind after the game, but my stupid fucking cheerleaders all forgot to come to the orgy. There was me, Monica, Monica’s shadow Monica, the entire football team, and Collin. No matter what you may have heard or seen in movies, two girls cannot really take care of that many guys, even with Shadow-Monica offering to help, so I left.
I broke our kiss and looked at him, wondering if I should just suck him off again. He came way too fast when I blew him in Grant’s office. Then I felt a little shudder, and I just knew I could do a much better job of blowing his mind this time. And I was going to have to, if I expected to keep him after the show I put on in Mrs. Loser-all’s class. What if he likes demure girls though? Maybe I shouldn’t … Relax, Chris, he knows you’re no shrinking violet and you still got him in your bedroom. Fuck, if he does like shy virgins, I’ll have it trained out of him after he spends a couple minutes between these legs!
“Collin?” I asked, licking my lips. “You want me to … you know?” That ought to do it. Sexy, but demure. I went back to nibbling on his ear and playing with his pants’ zipper.
“I-I thought … You … Virgin? Do that?”
“No,” I laughed and tugged his pants down to his knees. “Not that. God, is sex all you nerds think of?”
“Not really,” he replied finding his voice again. “But it’s probably the only thing we both agree on.”
“No we don’t. I am going to fuck you completely out of your mind tonight. None of that romantic save-it-for-the-wedding shit. I like to know what I’m buying.”
I had to remember for later: He gets tongue-tied when fondled, but I had his pants open now, and he was hard. Bigger than I remembered from this afternoon too, not that I was complaining. In another few seconds, he was really going to lose it.
“And we’ll find other stuff we have in common. Trust me,” I said, unbuttoning my top for some reason. “We’re meant to be.”
“But why?” he asked.
“Don’t ask. Just enjoy it.” Stupid genius. Always questioning things. I slicked my thumb with his pre-cum and slid it back and forth across the head of his cock. “Try and think now, smart guy. Not so easy, is it? Now you know how you’re making me feel.”
“You?” Collin gasped, already squirming. “I’m hardly getting a chance to touch you!”
“Don’t worry,” I said, pushing him over. “You’ll get your chance. I’ll make sure you get plenty of them.” Then I got a really neat idea. I let him go. I stood up. I lifted my skirt. I looked at Collin. He looked at my drenched panties.
“So? What are you waiting for?” I asked, slipping a hand beneath the band and working it in slow circles.
He stared. He kept staring. I got bored. “Hello. My panties are in your way. Doncha think you, like, oughta do something about—
“Whoop!” Like a shot, he grabbed me and spun me around. He laid me on my back on my bed with my panties still on, trying to eat me out through them. It was neat, for a moment, being licked through the soft material, but I needed more—his cock would be nice, but his lips and tongue and, “Mmmmm Gawd!” His fingers! Oh, let’s hear it for the secondary benefits of playing the guitar!
I lifted my legs up and around his head and he took the hint—finally! A few moments later, my panties held my ankles together and my heels rubbed up and down his back. Without the panties, I swear I would have spread my legs wide enough to touch my ears! Whether it was fingers, tongue, or cock he used, I didn’t care. If my mother and sisters could hear me, I didn’t care. Either I came a hundred times, or I didn’t stop cumming. I couldn’t really tell which. I didn’t, and still don’t, care which.
I was hooked; addicted to Collin. It didn’t surprise me much when I found myself straddling his head and sucking him off while he ate me out. I can’t believe that I managed to accomplish anything with my mouth other than screaming, but my head bobbed on autopilot, and my tongue and lips knew exactly what they were doing. I always knew that I was good at this, and I could tell from the moans bubbling out of my still-quivering cunt that now Collin knew, too.
But while Collin played guitar, I played brass—my life isn’t all clothes and cheerleading, just mostly—so I knew all about horn-y instruments and fingering. I puckered my lips and he blew. He fountained and it was way more than earlier. See? I am getting better at this!
Oh my God. It’s white chocolate. I’m in love all over again. Spit or swallow? Definitely swallow, but not yet. I sat back, washed the gooey love-cream around in my mouth, and savoured it. Oh God, it tastes so good!
Something moved beneath me and reminded me of where I was and what I was doing.
“Chris? Are you OK?” asked my lover. My lover. Mine.
“Gaaawd! You taste sooo good,” I babbled around a mouth full of cum. I jumped up off him and then dropped back down and wrapped around him. He had to taste this; it was amazing. Our lips sealed and he struggled a bit when he realized what I had in mind, but not for long. I think he liked it too. After that I had to swallow because it was either that or choke on each other’s tongues. What a cool way to die, but no fucking way was I dying and leaving him a virgin.
So I was back to my original question: save his big V for a my wedding gift like he wanted, or do I blow his mind right now and every chance I get before and after the wedding? Intellectually, I knew I should wait, at least to make sure this worked out—Collin was the exact opposite of what I usually liked in a guy—but my soaked pussy had a few convincing arguments of its own. I tried to sit up, sink his re-hardened cock into me, but our thrashing had tangled us up in his suspenders.
“Collin,” I said, pulling free of the stretchy abomination and making ready to hurl it across the room. “You are never wearing these stupid fucking things ever again!”
The mood was ruined. I’d have to start all over again, and he’d be protesting actually going all the way, the stupid fuck. Then I got a really cool idea! Being tied to the bedposts with the suspenders left a couple of marks on him, but that is how to fuck a reluctant nerd! He didn’t protest as much the second time, and by the fifth, we were both too tired to argue. Not too tired for number six, though.
Collin made a pretty sad porn star, even after I made a few improvements to both his mind and body, so I didn’t watch for long. He just sort of sat there, dazed, and let Chris do all the work. Man, and people call me a loser. I could tell that my little porno was going nowhere, so I went back to work cleaning up.
Next up: Suzy. Whoa, God. After making her immune to Mike’s super cock, I left her alone. Why fuck with perfection? I saved her to the disk and then saved myself, chiding myself for not having done it earlier. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to put a password on myself; look at the good it did Mike. I could’ve patched him up with a few minutes of typing—make him stronger, faster, better—but I couldn’t change a thing about him.
But I could see what he’d done to himself. Sadly, the man had no imagination, whatsoever. I'd been hoping to find some hints about how to use the thing, but no dice. All that power at his disposal, and he’d been perfectly happy with nothing but a cum-bazooka for a dick. First I started by making things a bit easier for me.
Terry has a dedicated trunk line and the required switching equipment needed to use it properly.
No one will take the laptop away from Terry.
Easy as pie. Now that I thought about it, having a dick that could stick up above your belly button when you stood up looked to be pretty cool. Sure, there was the obvious problem of finding compatible women, but if I could make a big dick, then I could easily adjust Suzy to be able to take it. Hell, she took Mike just fine this morning. So, stupidly, I cracked my knuckles, positioned my fingers on the keyboard, and tried it out.
Terry has a foot-long cock that can attain rock-hard erection at will.
I tapped enter.
My head bounced off the monitor, hard, as my lengthy, upgraded cock shot out without passing go, tore through my pants, hit the bottom of my desk, and slammed me forwards when übercock wouldn’t bend and the solid-oak mass of my desk refused to budge. When the stars finally went away, I worked the remnants of my pants down, got comfortable again, and made a few changes. For one thing, rock-hard was very uncomfortable, and it probably wouldn’t be too pleasing for the ladies, either. There was also the matter of carrying this sucker around. Nine inches ought to be more than enough, but I decided to lowball it to start. Finally, at exactly whose will did Mr. Willy got hard: Mine or his?
I'll blame that first one on him.
Terry has a cock eight inches long that can attain its maximum and proportionally correct turgid-ness whenever Terry consciously wills it. Terry’s headache will go away.
With a click, the pain of cracking my head on a seventeen-inch desk blimp vanished. And the ridiculously thin dick shortened, filled out in girth, and now had some flexibility to it. I couldn’t wait until Suzy and I got to try it out, but I still had to learn to dance …
“So,” I whispered conspiratorially, leaning in so Thomas—Tommy outside the classroom; he insisted—would get used to looking at my chest. It’d be a start; if he could be comfortable around breasts that boys at the school compared to those of a porn star, he’d have few problems with a teenaged girl. He got so flustered the first few times, I thought he’d faint; When it got too cold for just my crop top and my nipples hardened, I thought I’d have to send him home early. Instead, I’d put my jacket on and he started to relax again. But now we were inside a burger place, so I just wore my shirt. I must have still been a bit cold I guessed, but I’d warm up, and this time he didn’t seem so disturbed. I was making excellent progress!
There was something so fun about going out with a student. We weren’t really dating, of course—nothing physical was going to happen—but it was nice to be out with a boy. I hadn’t done anything like this since I was Tommy’s age, so I suppose that I was just as new at this as Tommy was, even though Tommy seemed very mature. I couldn’t understand why the girls at school didn’t fall all over him. Maybe they just liked less-mature guys, even though they always said they wanted maturity.
Thank God I wasn’t as naïve as they are.
“Are there any girls in your class that you, you know, like?”
“Uhm, one,” Tommy conceded. “Sort of.”
“Lucky girl,” I cooed. “But you’re out with me on a Friday night, so obviously she doesn’t know what she’s got.”
Tommy cleared his throat and simply said, “Yeah.”
“Are you going to tell me who she is?”
“Uh … uh … No,” he said, meekly.
“Could I have a hint?” I chided softly, leaning in further. I could feel the smile on my face. Just taking the time to talk casually with a student really was fun.
“Well usually she’s really mature, but sometimes she just acts like a regular girl, and the way she just swings between the two is really hot. And she’s really smart, but doesn’t seem to know it.”
“She sounds cute. What’s she look like?”
“Uhm. Great body—she could be an actress, easy. Brunette with long hair. Usually she wears it up, but when she has it down, she looks completely different. I saw her with it down around her shoulders, once and that’s when I realized I … uh …”
“Yes?” I prompted, elbows on the table and my face practically right up against his.
“Nothing. She’s beautiful and I fall in love all over again every time I see her take her glasses off.”
“What, like this?” I asked, leaning back a little, removing my glasses, and shaking my reddish-brown hair out.
“Yeah,” Tommy croaked. “Just like that.”
“You look so cute when you blush, Tommy. You shouldn’t have any problem winning your girl.” He looked so conflicted, in such need of reassurance, that I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. If we worked together, we’d have him in the arms of his dream girl in no time.
New User Detected. Please input name.
“What the fuck?” I just touched it. Honest. Terry left his door open when he went to take a shower, and I wanted to see what kept him in his room all the way through a Xena re-run. He never missed the Autoclitoris—sorry, Autolycus episodes—so I took a peek. Then I decided to do something to hide the screen before mom found out that he was surfing for porn. The wrong kind of porn. She already half thinks he’s gay, but finding a huge cock on his monitor would still probably kill her.
I couldn’t minimize the window or anything, and the last thing I wanted was for mom to come in and see me watching a big rotating cock, so I played along and punched my name in. This wasn’t a web browser, this was some sort of 3D art program. That was Terry sporting the huge dick. What sort of egomaniac would make morphs of his dick?
Me for one, but I’m sixteen—next month, that is. What’s your excuse?
I had about ten minutes before Terry’d be done in the shower, so why the hell not? I looked at the display and its million and one buttons, sliders and boxes and almost laughed my ass off when I read the stuff Terry’d punched into the Command Center box. I deleted the bit about the headache, substituted my name for his, upped the size to a nice thirteen inches, and hit ‘Enter’.
A picture of me sitting in the desk chair replaced Terry’s dick. My name was in the subject box.
“What the fuck?”
I clicked on subject and punched in Aimee Caruthers. Up came a spinning image of the hottest girl in grade eleven, slouched over and alternating between chewing on something and making writing motions. Impossible. Maybe Terry built models of his family, but I don’t think he’s ever even seen Aimee. Looking for some sort of help or explanation, I read the text beneath the command center.
Whatever you enter, the subject will immediately feel or become after pressing the 'send' button.
No way.
Aimee, you feel an uncontrollable urge to masturbate.
Aimee looked up, around, squirmed a bit, and then popped the button on her jeans, slid the zipper down, and worked her free hand beneath the waistband of her panties.
No way!
Aimee while you masturbate you will think about making out with Matt de Havilland. He makes you extremely horny and the hotter the fantasy, the better your stoking feels and the more in love with Matt you become.
Her soft stroking slowly became more frantic and her mouth opened. I couldn’t hear her, but she was panting and moaning for sure. I read the instructions again. Or become … What did I have to lose?
As you dream about having sex with Matt, your breasts will grow until they are Double D cups.
Oh, this was so cool. I could see her tee shirt stretching out, trying to contain her slowly growing rack and pulling up to expose her belly like a crop-top. Oh yeah! The prettiest girl in my grade getting off while dreaming of doing it with me and she had huge tits!
“Fuhuck!” I mumbled, looking downwards. All of the playing with Aimee had done the trick, and I really did have a huge dick now. I looked back at Aimee moaning and writhing in her chair and then back down at superstiffie. So much for it only happening on a conscious request. “You’re going to love this, Aimee.”
I was partway through my next set of instructions, specifically, Aimee, when you cum, it will be better than any orgasm you’ve ever had, better than any you’ve ever dreamed of, and you won’t want to wait to try it out for real. You’ll call up Matt as soon as you can and ask him out … when I heard the shower turn off.
“Shit!”
Whap! I hit ‘Enter’ and switched over to Terry really fast.
You forgot to wash your hair and you want to have a real long shower tonight. You want to jack off in the shower, but do it slowly!
The water turned back on, and I switched back to Aimee. She was leaning back in her chair, breathing heavily and wearing a goofy-but-happy expression on her face. Then she went pale and sheepishly began to look around. She still looked happy though.
“Fuck!” I missed it. Swallowing my disappointment with the knowledge that she’d be making it up to me soon, I went back to work on my new girlfriend. There were buttons for everything, but I took it easy. She was going to be my girl, so I didn’t want some mindless, sex-starved slut. I wanted a sweet, pretty girl who liked to be a wild, uninhibited piece of ass when we were making out.
The Master PC was dead simple click-and-drag, so as I tuned up Aimee in a couple of other ways—bushing her boobs up so they sat big and round on her chest without any sagging; a tight, sensitive pussy; the oral skills of a goddess; ramping up her enjoyment of using those oral skills—I started to realize that I didn’t know all that much about sex, or what I was playing with. There were millions of options buried in the menus, and it looked like you really could do just about anything with the Command Center, if you worded it right.
Anything … You know, this program could be dangerous. I mean really dangerous. I’m a pretty nice guy, Terry’s a nice guy, but it you let that nut-job next door, Mike, at something like this and we’re talking global Armageddon. You could probably pick off Osama Bin Laden with this thing, but what if he had a copy? We’d all be fucked.
I don’t think that there is anyone else in the world I trust more with Master PC than Terry, Suzy’s a perfect example of that. He hangs around with the hottest chick in the world and they play chess! I know this is wrong; he’s the eldest, so he’s supposed to look after me, but really, he needs all the help he can get.
Suzy you dream and have vivid fantasies of wild sex with Terry. Terry makes you extremely horny.
That ought to get things going. For good measure I clicked on a few extra options and—
Whoa! She’s really into anal sex? No way! I switched back to Aimee and set another option, just in case I wanted to try it out one day. Then, to cover my tracks, I turned the computer off and waited for the phone to ring.
I was in a Coffee shop doing homework with some friends when It happened. I was gnawing on the end of my pencil (a really bad habit of mine, but nothing compared to Gina. She chews her nails.) when—
“Uhn!”
“Aimee? You OK?” That’s Sharon. She’s probably my best friend and that means a lot because I don’t have many friends. It looks like I do, but those are just the kind of people you attract when you become popular. Sharon’s the sort of person who sticks with you when things go wrong and you fall out of favour. I know what that’s like. I fell once, and Sharon caught me.
I looked back down to my friends, and as I shook my head and tried to focus my eyes, I shuddered again.
Need. Raw and undeniable need coursed through me. I fought to keep both hands on the table, but it was a lost cause. At least if I gave in to this sudden urge, I might be able to minimize the visibility, but if I didn’t soon, the motions beginning in my hips would spread and become obvious. Pasting up a smile, more for Pam and Gina’s sake, I opened up my pants, wriggled forward a little and, still trying to write with my left hand, inserted finger A into slit B like it was some sort of required mechanical action.
“I’m fine.” I lied. The other girls at the table weren’t there. They didn’t know what Sharon did and I’m glad. It’s a secret to be known only by Sharon. And me.
Enjoyment was minimal, how could it be otherwise? Fingering myself under the table in a shop wasn’t normal behaviour, but what could I do? Jump up and run out the door? If I made it that far, where would I go? Here I could at least delay the inevitable humiliation and pray that if I came, it would be a weak one. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up forever, sooner or later I’d have to leave. Or cum. People are just built that way. Maybe I could get off quietly and no one would know.
Out of some twisted desire to make this more comfortable, I started to think about a guy in a couple of my classes. Matt. He was OK, if your tastes swung in his direction. Mine didn’t, not normally, but as Gina and Pam chattered, and I tried to focus on the problem at hand, I dreamed that Matt kissed me.
Fire roared out of that kiss! Lips locked, bodies entwined-my hips began to twitch as the slow pace I’d been maintaining rocketed upwards. In my mind, they were his fingers, then his lips, his tongue, and something thicker. Oh my God. I wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet much longer.
Gina and Pam went silent. Most likely, they watched as I sucked in air and writhed, pushing my hungry pussy into the surrogate for Matt’s thing. I arched my back, faking a stretch, and felt my shirt pulling up, uncovering my abdomen. Weird. It was a bit too baggy earlier, but the dream me didn’t have this problem since I wasn’t wearing a shirt. It almost felt like my boobs were growing, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t self-conscious about their size. Matt absolutely loved them. I knew he did, because he wouldn’t stop playing with them.
“Shhhhharon?” I spat out. She knew exactly what I was doing. She could see easily from where she sat.
“Gina, Pam? I think we’d better go take a powder,” said Sharon, but it was way too late. Gina leaned over and looked under the table, and Pam just sat there wide-eyed.
Reality fogged out, blurred by the strength of the fantasy and its fantastic pleasure. I knew I was moaning just as much in life as I was in dream, but in dream I had Matt to use as a gag of sorts. Panted moans escaped our lips around the kiss and I could feel him filling me completely, his large shaft moving between my legs. I’m not sure what position we were in, probably every one I could think of, of all at the same time. The only constants were the pressure on my lips, the teasing of his tongue, and the glorious friction between my—
“God!
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!
“Oh my God!”
Coming down, I felt great! Amazing. Totally wired. I wanted to do it again. I conjured up Matt in my imagination and felt his lips on mine again, while my fingers softly stroked me back up to heaven.
“That was … uh, yeah,” said Pam, jerking me back to reality.
The ceiling came back into focus slowly after that. I lifted my head and looked around sheepishly. The twenty-something guy in the next booth was up on his knees, staring over the back of his seat at me. Other than some machines and traffic outside, the shop was dead quiet.
Gina stared at me and I’m not entirely sure I was comfortable with some of the stuff I saw in the look she gave me.
“Oh Aimee, are you OK? Do you need a doctor or anything?” She’s not that dumb. I think she just played up the concern to maybe get people thinking what happened was medical. I don’t think it worked. Nobody could be that dumb.
“m’m OK.” I mumbled. I couldn’t talk right. Either I fried out part of my brain when I came, or my mouth was still looking for Matt. The latter I think. I shook my head to clear it, but it wouldn’t clear all the way. After all that, I was still turned on and fantasizing about Matt.
“I’m OK,” I said, trying my mouth out again. It worked now. “I’m OK, but I think maybe we better leave?”
“Aren’t you going to take a bow?” asked Gina. “At least ask for that guy’s number.”
With a thump, my watcher spun around and dropped back into his seat.
“I’ll get it for you, kay, Gina?” said Sharon, frowning. Yeah. I don’t think I’ll be hanging around with Gina much anymore. Pam and Gina took off to catch their bus while Sharon settled our tab, and I went to clean up. On the way out, I got a sexy—and innuendo packed—smile from the barista that I acknowledged, but didn’t quite return.
Out on the sidewalk, I walked beside Sharon. She caught me smiling while the Matt inside my head kissed his way down my breasts and I turned back on again.
I tugged on my shirt to maybe get it below my belly button, but no such luck. It was stretched to almost breaking trying to contain my oversized chest. I’d just had the best orgasm—ever—and my high beams were still on, showing the whole world just how much I loved Matt. Not that they knew about Matt; passers-by probably just thought I was a bimbo.
“Aimee … care to tell me what that was about?” whispered Sharon.
“I think I just fell in love with a guy.”
“What? Who?”
“Matt de Havilland! He’s such a dream!” I felt another weird shudder and the dreams of Matt started to get weirder—better, but weirder. Sucking him off, having completely crazy sex and doing him every which way and, oh my God, taking him up my ass would just be pure heaven! I’d never felt anything like this before. I needed to find Matt. I needed to get him to … fuck me!
“The guy in Socials?” asked Sharon, interrupting my very pleasant train of thought. “He’s OK, I guess, if you swing to that sort of guy. But that’s not right, Aimee. You don’t just suddenly realize you love somebody and finger fuck yourself to celebrate. At least not in public.”
“I know! Kind of freaky, huh? I wasn’t even thinking of him when I started. He just sort of showed up halfway through, and that’s when it got really good!”
“Oh Kaaay. You’re scaring me, Aimee. Aren’t you the slightest bit embarrassed?”
“Yeah, but I’m also flying. That felt so good and I’m still totally … yeah. But I’m never doing it again,” I quickly amended.
“You do remember what happened last time you fell for a guy …”
“This time it’ll be different. Totally different!”
“Yeah,” she said darkly. “That’s what you said last time. Just promise me you’ll take it slow, OK?”
“I promise. No more getting messed up by older guys and no more drinking parties.”
“And if he pressures you in any way, call me before it gets out of hand!”
“You got it. I’m not stupid, Sharon.” We walked another block in silence before we got to where I’d told mom Sharon and I were going to study: the library. Mom wouldn’t be here for about half an hour, so we had plenty of time.
“Sharon, do you know Matt’s phone number?” I asked, looking at the payphones by the library’s entrance.
“No. Why would I?”
Note to self: never leave 3D erections on the screen when you leave the computer on. They attract brothers. He was right; they could also attract moms, but, “Come on, Matt! I’m not dumb! What did you do? Other than make me whack off in the shower, you little prick?”
His eyes went wide and he bolted. Rather than give chase, I exercised maturity. I sat down at the computer, booted it up in Windows, and renamed the file so I could run it easily. Master PC advertised a hundred mile radius, so Matt could run up to Canada and still be in range.
Some good came of this though, the “don’t steal the laptop” command held, so broad reaching, untargeted commands could work, if you worded them right. Mike must have done something similar to exclude me from not knowing about the changes Master PC made.
Unfortunately, Master fucking PC didn’t have undo or keep any logs—if it did, I hadn’t found them yet—so I’d have to find what Mike and Matt did the hard way. Finding that Matt had copied and overdone my dick wasn’t hard. Actually, it took about five seconds. He was sitting in his room behind the desk-blocked door, watching supercock swell and throb and playing with it like an idiot with a new toy. He looked happy, so I let him keep it. He would have a hell of a shock when he went looking for compatible girls though, sucker.
But I am an older brother, and we have certain responsibilities. I tweaked Matt a bit so that he’d cum instantly and massively—like a pop bottle’s worth—next time a girl touched his cock, even through clothes.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.” I laughed and clicked ‘Send’. Leave my computer alone next time, lil’ brother. Locking people out would have the same effect as locking my profile—not safe at all, as Mike proved—so I’m going to have to install a key logger on this thing, just to see what people try to make it do. As soon as I can find a couple people I could trust to cover my ass, I’d lock my profile and give them the password. That should be safe enough.
Matt must have done more than that if he needed to keep me distracted in the shower, but I couldn’t find it. It was much later, about ten o’clock, when I found out that Matt had put Suzy’s libido into the stratosphere, and finding that was mostly accident. Between experiments, I’d look in on Suzy to see if I could catch her naked, so when I looked her up and she was getting in the shower, I had to stop and watch.
Mr Willy tried shooting straight up again without any prompting from me, but this time he stalemated against my shorts. I let him out, but when Suzy dropped her towel, I completely forgot about him. I didn’t think it was possible, but the 3D render grabbed me so hard that I actually forgot to jerk off.
Holy shit! In, out, curve, counter-curve, her whole body was open for visual exploration. Just watching her getting into the shower was better than any porn, and I’ve watched more than a few. I should have changed the “channel,” because just by seeing her with a bar of soap, I ruined myself for all other women. I’ll never lust over Kelly Adams or anyone else ever again.
You don’t jerk off over Suzy Prentice—no way, no how. The idea just seemed disrespectful of a beauty of such awesome power. You let your eyes do the masturbating. Trust me. They’re more than enough. What I’d seen of her and Mike earlier was absolutely nothing compared to the shower scene.
I sat lost in another world as she lathered up and rinsed—not that I could see the lather or the water. At my end, it looked like she was feeling herself up lasciviously. I almost popped a load without touching a thing when she leaned against something—the wall of the shower most likely—and my heart nearly burst as she cupped a perfect breast, muttered something, and sent a perfect hand slithering to and through the perfect blonde at the joining of her perfect legs.
Holy shit! This is my Suzy? Her perfect little lips mouthed my name as she bucked against her hand, and I could imagine the sweet and perfect little cries of perfect bliss as she came. That nearly ended my life right there, but fortunately, I’m a realist. Prying my eyes off her rotating image, I looked at her settings. Sexual Attraction to specific person (Terry de Havilland) was pinned at the maximum setting. Holy shit!
She wanted it, me, so bad that she hadn’t even come down from orgasm one when she began to shudder into orgasm two and slipped down into the tub. I jammed her completely insane desire for me down about half way and hoped she hadn’t broken anything when she’d fallen.
No, she looked fine, but she still rocked and twisted, bucking and thrashing on her back, fingers moving like lightning until her whole body jolted and she bent like a bow. I’d give anything to hear that scream, but toned down a few orders of magnitude.
“Man! She’s going to have a hard time explaining that to her parents,” I mumbled to myself as she came down. This time, she seemed to have had enough and dozed off. I let her sleep for a while, but I think she either ran out of warm water, or her folks broke through the bathroom door, because she hopped up and started speaking too rapidly for me to get anything with her image spinning around on the display.
It turns out that it was her mom, but the situation was pretty easy to defuse with, Suzy’s parents accept their daughter’s sexual experiments and adventures because they know she’s a smart, responsible young lady. I gave a similar treatment to my own folks, with the gender flipped, of course. Like I wanted to risk accidentally turning into a girl.
After that, Kleenex cleaned up the mess around my desk because, unlike Mike, I hadn’t turned my dick into a fire hose. Speaking of Mike, I checked up on him one last time and decided that if he wasn’t any better tomorrow, one of his doctors would suddenly become a brilliant brain surgeon.
Shutting down the laptop, I went to bed. Getting lots of sleep tonight was a must because tomorrow I had to learn to dance in a big hurry.
“I wanted to call you last night,” said Aimee, “but I didn’t have your number.”
“Oh.” Oh fuck, that was stupid. “Uh, who’d you get the number from?”
“Nobody! I looked it up,” said Aimee. “You are the only de Havillands in the phonebook. Uh, this is a bit forward, but … You want to do something this afternoon?”
Afternoon rolled back to morning, and by eleven o’clock I sat beside Aimee along the window bar in Starbucks, facing out into the mall while we talked. We actually talked. She looked horny as hell, but maybe I didn’t turn her up quite enough. Then again, I didn’t want to screw her inside the mall, did I? I had no illusions that we were going to part as virgins, but there’s a time and a place for everything. At least that’s what I thought before she made her desire plain, by whispering into my ear and cupping my balls through my pants.
“Mmgnngh!” My whole body jolted!
Fuck! One touch and I went off like a cannon. I went from zero to sixty in under a second, my cock rocketing half way out of the top of my pants and splat! A huge glob splattered over the bottom of my chin. Being a fucking moron, I looked down. Splat.
Aimee looked at me, completely wide eyed, just as surprised as I was, and then she started to giggle and then to laugh musically.
“God I know just how you feel!” she giggled, covering her mouth and looking at me, out into the mall and then back at me.
The window. Oh my God. The mall was packed today and at least a dozen people were staring at my stupidly erect dick jutting out the top of my pants as it fired cum up at the ceiling. The people inside the shop also had to be able to see the fountaining splooge, but I wasn’t going to attract attention by looking around. The folks outside got a great view as Aimee wrapped her skilled fingers part way around the exposed mass, and stroked. No she didn’t; she didn’t have to do a thing. I humped uncontrollably into her hand until she let go to play with it, the soft, teasing fingertips running up and down my still spasming, still spurting shaft. She giggled. “Exact same thing happened to me last night when I started thinking about you.”
While her fingers worked me around the edges of sanity, she poured the rest of her coffee into my cup, upended her cup, and dropped it over the head of my cock. The cup bounced up with every spray, and the semen began to pool between my thighs, but better there than all over the table and window where anyone could see it. My pants were toast. Hell, my shirt was toast. How the hell was I going to get out of here? Was I going to stop cumming anytime soon?
Where the hell was it all coming from, anyway? I wondered, feeling muscles not used to this amount of work starting to burn. My whole body gave its all to squeeze out each blast, every strangled groan, but as the flow began to wane and my body relaxed, Aimee wiped my face, softly kissing the clean spots, and I tried to figure out where I had gone wrong. I’d copied Terry almost word for word, so he was in for a hell of a shock too. Unless this was his fault, the jerk.
“Oh!” Aimee jerked back, a bit of cum on her lip and her face blanking for a moment. Her eyes twitched, widened, and then she sighed and licked her lips. All thought stopped when her huge tits ground into my side, she dropped the saturated napkin and began licking my face clean, her hand pumping my cock furiously, trying to renew the flood. She succeeded for a few moments too.
Oh. Oh fuck. Maxing out everything on her oral sex page was definitely a great idea at the time, but Aimee’s recently acquired enjoyment of the taste of cum, sounded, from the moans escaping her lips, more like a serious thirst than mere appreciation.
Running out—even her cum-soaked hand was clean—her glazed eyes bore into mine. “Here’s another coffee shop I’ll never be able to show my face in again,” she whispered. “So what the hell.”
Then she leaned over, pulled the cup off my sagging cock, and almost began scraping the pool between my legs into the cup, but she shook her head and stopped herself.
“I can’t believe I almost did that! Duh!” She sat up with a huge smile on her face, her eyes no less glassy than before as she ran her tongue around the inside of the cup.
Her face glowed, and she purred as she swallowed. “I can get the stuff right from the source.”
When she looked down at my wilting dick, I though she was going to drop beneath the table and start sucking me off, but instead she kissed me.
“And we can do that somewhere private. You go hide in the bathroom; I’m going to find you some new pants. What size are you? Will a thirty-two fit?” She paused and ran a finger up my shirt, before slowly and erotically sucking the finger clean. Her eyes closed as she let out a literally dick-stiffening sigh. “Better get you a shirt and some water balloons, too. I don’t think a regular condom’s gonna be able to hold nearly enough.”
When I looked in on him the next morning, Mike was bare from the waist down, his cock stiff, upraised, and swaying rhythmically. Holy shit! Someone, most likely a nurse or doctor, must have gotten a look at Mike super deluxe mind-control dick, completely lost it, and was giving the comatose patient a blowjob. If that didn’t wake him up, nothing would.
But it didn’t. I tried to click around for the more complete, wider view I’d used to watch Chris and Collin the night before, but I was too late. As if released from a weight, Mike’s hips rose and his cock flopped onto his belly. Holy shit, that was no blowjob, some lady’d been riding him! Yipes! I hope she was at least good looking, not that it mattered much to Mike at the moment.
Shit. I hope it was a lady.
Remote View answered that that question with a sound affirmative, thank God. Way too old, but not too bad looking, actually. She looked like a doctor, about a professionally dressed as anyone could be while pulling slacks back on, but at the moment she was shaking and sobbing.
You know, I’d never really thought about it much, but I suppose suddenly becoming uncontrollably horny and screwing a seventeen-year old could be a bit upsetting to some people. Marian loved and hated it at the same time, and Suzy at least knew and tolerated Mike, but this thirty-something, possibly married, and maybe a mother looked like she was having a serious crisis. Sooner or later, that cock was going to get Mike in a lot of trouble, and without his password, I couldn’t do shit.
After following her around for a while, I was pretty sure Mike’s visitor was a doctor and could be just what Mike needed, but without her name, I really couldn’t do much. Or could I? I couldn’t click on her, and she didn’t have an ID bubble over her head like in a game, but I could get a close-up of her nametag.
But why stop there? The interface sucked, but if I could zoom in on her nametag, I could read her name off her driver’s license. Or maybe I was overcomplicating things. When the microphone was plugged in, Master PC didn’t seem to have much trouble working out pronouns, so maybe Mike’s doctor would be enough. But what if she wasn’t Mike’s doctor? And, remembering Lacey and Christine in biology class, it didn’t exactly get everything right either, so I did it the hard way.
She kept moving, making it really hard to zoom in on her, so I had to wait until she stood still. The license proclaimed her one Kathleen Muriel Kent. Kathy Kent. Nice alliteration. Age forty two, an address, and an unethical individual could have a lot of fun with her credit card numbers. Master PC certainly was cool. You could spy on anyone within a hundred mile radius.
Kathleen Muriel Kent went into the subject text box, the doctor replaced Mike in the rotating subject window, and I went looking through the specialized knowledge menus.
Sex. Nothing but sex. There had to be a million advanced options on fellatio, but either there were absolutely no medical knowledge options, or the options lay deep in one of the thousands of undocumented pop-ups, dialogues, or menus. Fuck! What sort of perverted asshole wrote this thing? If I was going to get Kathy up to speed on fixing Mike, it was going to take some serious research.
Fortunately, research and I get along very well. I learned a lot that afternoon, but not how to dance.
Well, Kelly, you wanted to learn along with the students and you passed up a perfectly good chance last night. Neither of you had the slightest clue about sex, and he certainly seemed willing enough to experiment.
Because he’s one of my students! I can’t have sex with my students, I’d never be allowed to teach ever again!
So? You heard them this morning. You could go to Hollywood and become an actress.
But I can’t act!
So? Neither can half of the “top actresses.” You’re far more intelligent than they are, so you can pick it up as you go. All you really need to do is to do is be pretty.
But they were talking about porn stars, not real actresses!
So? Be a model.
But I like being a teacher. It’s the same reason why I can’t have sex with any of my boys.
So? Don’t get caught.
Kelly! What’s wrong with you? Besides, it would be so much better for him if he learned with the brunette he’s fixated on.
Oh, shut up and put the movie in.
The porno in, you mean.
So? It’s what the kids are watching these days and you want to know how to connect with them. Here, I’ll do it if you won’t.
Relenting, I ejected Grease from my DVD player, put it in its case, and then put it away. Then I unwrapped last night’s late night purchase. Kelly Adams is The Educator proclaimed the box. On the cover was a woman, about my age, looking over a pair of dark sunglasses and dressed … not so differently from me last night.
Eerie, I thought. She’s wearing her hair up though, her clothes are all black, and I do not have any tattoos. Especially there.
The back of the case was a different story and pulled no punches. I fumbled the case when I first turned it over and saw what she was up to. I’d never seen anything quite like it, but then I hadn’t spent as much time online as my students. Miss Adams engaged in a number of sex acts with a variety of people, the photos hiding just enough to both interest and not offend me. Some of it looked quite cute, actually. Very exciting.
One of the pictures even reminded me of Lacey and her boyfriend cavorting in the hallway after school. I recalled the look on Lacey’s face and her words, and suddenly I realized that I wanted someone to do that to me.
I tore the wrapper off and sliced through the security tape with my nails. I imagined them raking down a man’s back, leaving red tracks like Kelly had done in one of the pictures. The look of ecstasy on her face haunted me as I dropped the DVD into the player.
And you know, if you cut out all of the sex scenes, it was a pretty good half hour sitcom. With the sex scenes though … I’d never look at my students the same way again. Some of the movie’s ideas were workable, too. Kelly Adams is so wasted on porn films. She should have been a teacher for real. I wonder what other films she’s done?
“Actually,” I confided, after I calmed down a bit. “I think she liked it. She’s got a serious cum fixation—”
“Right, and who gave her that?” Terry asked, sarcastically. “Like I don’t already know.”
“OK, so I overdid it a little. I just wanted her to like the taste so she’d want to do it more, but I need you to turn the amount of the stuff I shoot back up, but not that much. I was in a fucking Starbucks when I shot off, you asshole.”
“Serious?”
He laughed. If I hadn’t done the exact same thing to Aimee by mistake the night before, I’d have freaked out again.
“That was for you messing with Suzy,” Terry explained, as if that excused him completely. I had a couple of ideas to try out on him when he wasn’t looking.
But he cut that line off so fast that it was like he could read my mind … why couldn’t he? God only knows what stuff he’s messed with.
“Don’t screw with this thing, Matt. It’s dangerous. Mike gave himself some sort of super cock and now he’s in the hospital because the girl he went after couldn’t handle it. He’s lying in a coma with a doctor and God knows how many nurses taking turns with his body. He’s finally getting all of the ass he wanted, but he’s not there to appreciate it.”
“That’s what happened? The guys at the school said he raped Marian Gerstner, but no way. She can kick the shit out of him any day of the week.”
“You tell them that?”
“Didn’t waste my time. They don’t know Mike, so they’d never believe me. Why don’t you just use this thing to patch him up?”
“Can’t. He password protected himself.”
“You can do that? Show me how! The last thing I need is to have you fucking with me whenever I win an argument or something.”
“Stop and think about it for a second. What if something happens to you like it did with Mike? How do we fix you up? Am I supposed to just let you die because you fucked with the wrong guy’s girl?”
“No, but maybe we can just not allow some stuff. What are you going to do about Mike?”
“His doctor’s getting an advanced education in surgically repairing brain trauma,” Terry replied tapping the mouse and dismissing the screensaver.
“Izzat her?” I asked, looking at a gorgeous woman looking very professional and very, very hot in a business suit. “Looks like she’s getting a seriously fine ass, too. Woo! And I thought I was a big boob fan!”
“Hey! I just tweaked a couple of little things.”
“Well, those little things make all the difference, Terry. She’s a fox!”
“She was pretty good looking before,” he protested. “I didn’t change much, really!”
“Well, she’s way too hot looking to be a doctor now. Send her into cardiac and half the patients would die!” I did a double take when I took a closer look at her face. “She must be smart; man, she looks like she should still be in school.”
“Oh. Yeah, I better change that back. I wanted to see what she’d have looked like at eighteen.”
“You can do that, and she didn’t notice?”
“Yeah,” replied Terry, moving a sliderbar and clicking send. Now, on a bad day, the doctor might look thirty, but her age was still listed as forty two. “I’ve got the ‘no one notices changes’ box clicked. Anyway, it’s only fair that she gets something, since she’s doing a favour for me.”
“Terry,” I asked, after a very long pause. “Why are we still virgins?”
Instead of the expected “What do you mean we, pale face,” Terry responded with “Maybe because making girls have sex with us would be … rape? What’d you rather have: Someone who you knew loved you, or a someone fucking you because they had to?”
“You’re too romantic, Terry, but I see your point. Yeah.”
Then I tacked on a sarcastic, “We’d probably get bored of all the non-stop sex with Playboy Bunnies sooner or later, too.”
“It’s like gold and lead, Matt,” he said, dropping back into elder brother mode again. “Gold’s worth more because you don’t get as much. Besides, it’s easy to screw things up by mistake. I could have broken my monitor by accident with a simple one, and Mike pretty much completely fucked up Marian’s head turning her into a sex slave. I could reset her memory, but Mike’d still be in the hospital. Let the bitch suffer for a while.
“Anyway, I’m going out with Suzy tonight, and before we do anything serious, I’m going to show her this thing to make sure she knows were we stand. You want to get your girl and take your chances?”
“Where to?”
Leaning in close, he whispered the intended destination and I leaned back, surprised. “You’re kidding. Terry, we’re underage.”
“Neh,” he grunted. “I wanted somewhere quiet, but Suzy wanted to go somewhere with louder music and no excuses for me to not dance. That really limits your options at our age, but if you promise not to drink much, Master PC’ll take care of the bouncers.”
“Deal. Hey, you should call up Darren and see if he and Lacey wanna do something tonight, too.”
“Darren and Lacey? You nuts?”
“Why not? Darren’s really mellowed ever since Lacey got her claws into him. I never thought I’d be glad to see a guy get completely pussy-whipped.”
“Darren’s dating Lacey?” Terry choked.
“Yeah,” I said slowly. “Practically ever since she first came to HMH. What’s wrong? You didn’t … No you didn’t, did you.”
“Oh crap. How many people did the laptop change while it listened inside Mike’s locker? Some of the stuff Darren and I were talking about … half the school could be screwing like porn stars now. Oh, man! What did we say about Miss Jacobs? Oh fuck! We probably turned her into a student-seducing nymphomaniac!”
Then his eyes shot wide open. “Oh crap! I totally forgot about Lacey!”
“Worry about her later,” I said. “I want to make sure I can keep Aimee happy and, er, well fed tonight.”
“Lacey, aren’t you going to get dressed?” asked my mom.
I had managed to keep my bathrobe on, but that had been about the extent of it. Pyjamas were out, I’d slept naked. But it did have some compensations. Darren and I couldn’t go anywhere, not with me naked, so went to his place. His folks are never home, so he put in a movie to get us in the mood—like I needed that—and then we screwed like bunnies. I’m lucky I could walk up to my house after he drove me home, let alone stay on my feet long enough to shower.
“Let me rephrase that,” mom said in response to my silence. “Lacey: Go get dressed!”
“Yes, mom,” I sighed, getting up off the couch and heading for my room. Mom’s got a pretty good idea about what Darren and I were up to last night, but it doesn’t matter much. She already can’t stand Darren because he made a pretty bad first impression. He’s relaxed a lot, though, since we started dating.
And of course, now mom thinks I’m a freak, too. She won’t say it to my face, but she does.
I sat on my bed for a while, not wanting to put on anything expensive because I’d just start hyperventilating and tear it off again. I had to go back out sooner or later, so I bit the bullet and pulled a cheap tee shirt on.
Nothing happened. All afternoon yesterday and this morning, I couldn’t put on actual clothing without having a panic attack, but now I was wearing a tee shirt without a problem!
Euphoria raced through me as I pulled on a pair of panties, jeans, and some socks. Yes! I could go back out into the world! I could dress up! Yes! Now I could give Darren a real strip show!
Minutes later, I was in my cutest dress, my best top, and my hottest shoes, all ready to drop in on Darren and drag him out on the town. I pulled my shirt back off and loosened my bra because it felt a little tight, then posed in front of the mirror on my dresser. I was too hot! Grabbing my purse I reached for the door just as mom knocked.
“If you are decent, Lacey,” called mom, “you can have the phone when I’m done. Darren was just on the other line asking about tonight. Remember, we are eating at uncle Stu’s.”
“I’m really glad you waited for Darren and me,” said Lacey. “I was supposed to go to my Uncle’s tonight, but he called and cancelled just after I got off the phone with you. He and his wife got the flu or something.”
More like they needed some serious time alone, I thought, grinning. And that infertility problem your aunt had’s a thing of the past
“This place is great, but I can’t believe they let us in!”
“Terry knows some people,” said Matt, “and we had to promise not to drink … much. Red or white, Aimee?”
“I dunno … white? What are you supposed to have with a chicken breast?”
“Mmmmm. Cre-Aimee white breasts,” moaned Matt, blatantly ogling his date’s enormous rack.
Darren leered along with him, but at Lacey. That’s good to know: He’s still a pervert at heart. Lacey leered back and undid the top two buttons of her blouse, her breathing accelerating as she fingered the third.
Oh fuck no! I thought. I fixed that! I know I fixed that!
“Don’t I know it!” laughed Aimee. “You spent half of the afternoon trying to get at them. You can wait until after dinner, can’t you?”
“No,” answered Matt, licking his lips.
“Well, you’re going to have to,” interrupted Suzy.
I played it wrong with Suzy. I figured she’d want a buffer or a chaperone, or something, but frankly, she was pissed. And unbelievably sexy in a gown. Naked, she was hot, but with the right stuff hidden and the right stuff partly on display, she was an orgasm in high heels. Plus, I don’t think she wore any panties. My cock was seriously on fire. Any more from her and it’d melt and start dripping down my legs.
“You are not getting us all kicked out until after I’m done with Terry here. He owes me an evening of dancing and—
“Lacey, please keep your shirt on.”
“Spoil sport,” accused both Lacey and Darren. Still, Lacey buttoned back up, looked over at Suzy for a moment, and then left the top three undone anyway.
“How’s this Suzy?” she asked, before looking over at Aimee. “God, you’re so lucky. Can’t believe you’re only sixteen.”
“Lucky? Hah! You just try and find bras for these things! Twenty-eight Double D? I walk into some shops, and I totally get glared at. Then I tell them ‘you just try jogging’ or something like that and they’re a bit nicer, but they still don’t get it. God, I’m not even done growing yet.
“Hey!” she said, slapping away one of Matt’s hands. “You don’t get it either, at least not until after dinner.
“Oh, I’ll go with the white, I guess. Just one glass, ’kay? I’m only having one glass.”
“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.
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.”
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.
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 poll 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.
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.
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 pistonning 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.
“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!
“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.
“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! ”
“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.”
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 forthmy head bounced on the pillow a couple of times, and mercifully, everything quickly went black.
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.