Master PC: Rumour Mill

Of course he’s seeing someone his own age. Talk about bad timing, I thought as Mike tapped away on his computer, ignoring his mom’s interrogation of his new girlfriend. This Lindsay chick was pretty hot, but she was stacked! I’ve worked with girls who had implants that must have weighed in the kilotons, but a sixteen year old? They had to be natural and breasts like that were totally unfair on a teenager. Totally unfair on anybody. She must have felt like a complete freak most of the time.

And—according to Mike’s sister, Callie—Lindsay was right up his alley. I knew his family to be a little weird from talks I’d had with his sister, officially the reason I’d come to visit, but the reality they presented in the hospital and the one at home may as well have been in different universes. For one thing, there was, and I’d have sworn that it was virgin if Mike hadn’t driven it home, a late sixties Corvette Stingray parked out front. Five minutes earlier, Callie claimed that, “He drives Donatello, a little, green beater he uses to deliver pizzas on the weekend.”

“I’m sorry, Callie, but that is not a beater,” went unsaid. Donatello was more penis extension than car, and Mike was the last person who should have needed a bigger dick. Something seriously weird was going on. For example, the inside of the house was just too � too guy. It felt as if Mike had done all of the decorating, right down to the mammoth TV and sound system in the living room.

The people themselves were even different. Callie seemed more kittenish. Don’t get me wrong, she acted like a bit of a …. She acted like an anything goes sort of person at the hospital, but at home she was more …. Or maybe she was always, but now she’d seen the business card and jumped to some wrong conclusions.

“So,” she asked, gracelessly pulling off her top and shaking a decent set of tits around, “would I make a great stripper or what?”

I admit I lied, mostly. “Yeah, you’d do OK, but it’s more about the play acting and building the anticipation than the actual nudity. I mean, if you just get naked, your set’s over like,” I snapped my fingers, “that. There’s, like, an art to it. Pacing. If you go nice and slow, with little spurts and flashes of skin, carefully teasing the guys, the payout’s way better.” She just stared at me like I was stupid or something, so I added, “Really! I mean it. I took lessons and everything. And by payout I don’t just mean money. Money just helps you keep score.”

“Meh,” she said, suddenly disinterested. “Sounds too much like work.” Tossing her shirt onto the couch, she cupped her abnormally firm looking, for such a jiggly set, boobs and asked, “What do you think, though? Like a taste?”

“Uhm … what?”

And all this went on while her mom and brother—and brother’s girl—were in the room without anyone raising an eyebrow or complaining. Quite the contrary. The closest to acknowledgement came from Lindsay; she blatantly stared at Callie’s tits and then went back to gazing in naked lust at Mike’s crotch.

Couldn’t blame her for that last bit, mind you. I’d been there, but I’d have much rather’ve had it sliding slickly between my legs easily me ever so slowly up to a pulsing orgasmic treat, or maybe slamming hard and fast, racing toward the finish line, than watching it softly throbbing, hidden behind a layer of khaki pants.

“Looking good, sis,” said Mike, prying a muted giggle from their mother. Callie took the compliment by blushing happily and getting a serious, nearly instantaneous, nipple erection.

Suddenly I wanted to leave. Run very, very far away. Grab Mike and fuck him in a motel or something and never, ever come to his place ever again.

Jesus. What sort of freak show was this family? I tried to find something to talk with Callie about, but it was like her brain had switched off since her last visit to the hospital. Somehow she kept working the conversation back to sex. What sort of guys had I done—not did I like, she didn’t care about that, but what guys were the best. I mean I’m a stripper, right? I must have fucked hundreds of complete strangers, right?

Her mother, at least, was partly sane, saying, “I liked your father best. It’s been rough going since the accident.”

As for Lindsay, she looked completely loopy, unable to take her eyes of Mike for more than a few seconds and frequently losing her train of thought. Mike totally overdid it with her. God, I hope I didn’t look like that afterward.

Tuning out Callie, she prattled on about how cool it must be to be a porn star and get fucked every day, I took a peek over at what Mike was working on. It was that program from the day before; Terry must have left the computer with Mike—after he woke up. I kind of fucked him right out. Whoops.

Couldn’t wait to do it again!

Although, I had to admit that it was cool to have your picture all over a guy’s computer, but I still wanted to know how he did it. I moved, the picture moved, and I still couldn’t spot the cameras.

Katelyn has breasts like Lindsay’s, but a cup size bigger, he’d written. I wish! Yeah right I did. I needed bigger breasts like another hole in my head. I was already big enough for two girls—

Make that five or ten girls. I looked down at the massive set of jutting boobs that seemed to have come with working out regularly and thought, Good thing I didn’t have these back in high school. I would have looked like three blimps flying in formation.

God damn it. I just couldn’t seem to pick out a bra anymore. Now that I’d been wearing it for a while, even this new one was too tight. Way too tight.

Mike was looking at me bug eyed, almost drooling as he kept typing. Callie did say that he liked his boobs big.

I shifted around and tugged on my bra—no, the lacy blue camisole I’d worn to get Mike all fired up so I could get another great fucking—and everything fit again.

Lindsay looked over in my direction, did a double take. Her eyes widened and then she slipped into a smile and nodded to Mike. Mike smirked back at her and hit enter on his keyboard.

Lindsay had looked pretty cute when she was surprised. Really cute. I could totally understand what guys like Mike saw in her boobs. It was like, “Bang!” and I figured out what it had to be like to be a lesbian. Or maybe not. I didn’t feel this way about Callie at all, just Lindsay. Something about her eyes and breasts. They called out to me.

I mean, she was hot! Totally fucking hot! She caught me staring and her eyes went wide—like cartoon wide. Staring at her staring at me, it felt like a feedback loop with each of us making the other hornier and hornier. I think we both licked our lips at the same time. My heart pounded like I’d run a marathon, and I swear my nipples were tingling. Forget about this talking stuff, I wanted to get her and Mike into bed ASAP.

I wasn’t exactly into girls, but for a piece like Lindsay, I’d definitely make an experimental exception.

This wasn’t lez, this was guy! Punching through the layer of silk and cotton, my nips looked like mini erections. I mean they were huge! I’d never seen—or felt—anything like it before. They needed to be sucked on. They existed only to be licked and kissed by Lindsay’s sweet little pinked lips.

I looked over at Mike and Mike simply pointed down at his computer. Beneath our—mine and Lindsay’s—spinning images, it read, Lindsay and Katelyn have an intense sexual attraction to one another and no inhibitions about exploring their new bisexual lusts.

You got that right, Mike, I thought, getting up out of my seat, walking over to Lindsay, and, right in front of Mike’s mom, grabbed the teenaged sexpot, pulled her onto her feet, and kissed her thoroughly. My body was nothing but heat and need and wet sex come to life. I didn’t give a damn about anything other than fucking that hot piece of ass right then and there; and based on the way she responded, we were in complete agreement.

My fingers clenched in near the roots of her dark, super-long hair as I mashed our mouths together. Our rock-hard nipples rubbed against each other’s, mine sliding on the layer of silk; sparks shot through me. Just feeling her against me was better than sex. If she had the same sort of taste in undergarments, this was gonna be one short encounter. I’d pull a guy on the first sight of her lace-covered sensuousness and cum all over the place.

The only other time I’d been even near this horny had been yesterday when I’d decided that I just had to fuck Mike, then went ahead and did it. It was just so not me; where were these ‘need to fuck’ attacks coming from? Seriously, I’d been fine a minute earlier, and now I was better than fine. Lindsay’s taut body had me flying, but why? What was happening to me? Whose hands were groping my ass? If it was Callie, I was going to be seriously pissed.

Nope. Just Lindsay. That’s OK, then. Good to see she was getting over the shock and getting into it. It was better than OK, actually. Those roaming fingers were absolutely … heavenly. They slid my top up, slipped under and began to softly caress through my silken undergarment, setting off sparks of delight as though she knew exactly what to do. Like we were made for each other. Wow! What the hell’s wrong with me lately? I feel like ripping her clothes off and … what the hell.

I ripped her shirt off, and yup. Lingerie. Apparently she’d had the same idea as me: Dress up all special and get Mike into bed for a serious fucking. Only difference was she wore pink and I had this baby blue number that went with my eyes. I tossed her shirt to Mike. Guys at the club liked that sort of thing, but it got a bit expensive so you had to pick and choose the right audiences.

Speaking of Mike, I took a look over at him. He still sat on the sofa, happily watching two lingerie-clad babes going at each other. Lindsay had my blouse open and licked her way slowly down as I began to wriggle my way out of my camisole. The idea had been to just let it drop off and pool at my feet on the floor, but it was way too tight on my super slender waist to get past my wide hips or over my bubble butt for that manoeuvre. I’m such a dumbass sometimes. Tight is good. Tight is sexy, but it seriously limits your options when all you can think about is getting naked so a teenaged nymphomaniac can suck on your nipples.

Ha! Look who’s calling someone else a nympho!

I was about to shred some serious take-home pay’s worth of silk when—

“No,” said Mike. “No.”

“No?” I asked, my bob-cut, brown hair bouncing as I jerked in surprise. “What’s wrong, lover?”

“You’re a stripper,” Mike replied. “So strip.”

OK, so I was a bit disgusted by the way he put that, but I still wanted to fuck. It’s not like I was after him for his personality. Still, “Why bother? You’re already about to burst your pants, so there’s no fucking point! Get that thing out and bury it in me while I eat Lindsay! Then we are going to fuck you unconscious, right baby?”

“Uhm,” said the teen sex doll. “I’ve never ….”

She trailed off and I blinked. “Uh huh. Huh-huh-huh. The guys at your school are stupid enough to have left you a virgin? No wonder you look so horny! You go right, I’ll take the left, and first one to cock gets dibs.”

“No,” Mike said again, but louder, as he hit a few more keys. “No-no-no-no. I’m in control this time.”

Like hell he was! Me and Lindsay were going to get him so fired up that he’d do anything we asked. I planned to leave him so exhausted that he’d need to sleep for a week. I was going to leave him so dehydrated from loss of cum that he’d wish he could just type, Mike can fuck forever without getting tired and it’d be real. As if!

“Nice stereo,” I said with a smirk. Hey, why not? If I was going to use him as a sex toy, why not give him a thrill or two. Or ten. “Let’s give it a work-out.”

He’s in control, my ass. Given some music, some slinky clothes, and a few minutes to get ready, he’d be putty in my hands. I’d have that stiff prong of his spraying white goo without me even touching it.

Unfortunately, Mike’s taste in music sucked—science fiction movie themes and, “Weird Al Yankovic? Oh come on! Talk about crappy stripping music!”

I made a quick trip out to my car. It’s not like I kept a stripping track ready for all occasions, but I did have some serviceable pop. So should Callie, but nothing was on display in the living room.

That and something bugged me on the way back inside, but I couldn’t put a finger on it. No, it wasn’t that I’d left my shirt on the floor inside or anything stupid like that. If I didn’t mind the curtains being open while making out with jailbait, why would I care about a quick run outside without my top? I still had slinky blue on, so anyone interested could see a hell of a lot more at Tony’s club.

It only took me a couple seconds to conclude that Lindsay couldn’t dance, so this was going to be easy. Kind of a shame, really, because her body was fine! She could move like nobody’s business, but she needed work on how to move and when to move. You have to be able to read the audience if you want to excel in the craft and I was OK—or pretty good, in my own opinion—but some girls, they just know.

I don’t know, but I’m really good at faking it. I had visible signs of leakage through Mike’s tented pants before the first chorus, but Lindsay, the scheming bitch, wasn’t even trying anymore and had him out and in her mouth before the second. If she wasn’t so fucking beautiful, I’d have hated her. Instead, I was going to fuck her until she passed out and then make her boyfriend totally forget she ever existed. Take that, minx!

Mind you, Mike could prove to be a challenge. A girl madly licking his meat and another, a professional temptress, doing her best to make him not notice the vixen on his cock and … Mike tinkered with his laptop.

The camisole couldn’t go down, so instead it went up and over. Not that the alternate route was much easier, what with my impossible-to-find-bras-for breasts in the way. I whipped my hair around—I could hardly have missed Mike toying with Lindsay’s hair earlier and it fit with stuff Callie had volunteered—and the blonde-streaked shoulder-length wave arced out around my head in a glorious halo. Better than it ever did at the club, so letting it grow out had definitely been the right choice.

When it settled back into place, I had this odd feeling of hair slithering down my back, tickling me, so rather than twitch, with another whip-action, my waist-length blond locks swayed back and forth, providing a seductive curtain as I wiggled my backside to-and-fro, showing off my curvaceous ass. All the exercising I’d done hadn’t impacted it’s bouncy roundness a bit, just made it better.

But here I was, slowly peeling my way out of a pair of painted-on jeans, and he wasn’t even paying attention. It was like he already knew what I had on, and that spoils half the fun. My enthusiasm began to dwindle, but Lindsay was watching, sometimes at least. I could tell that she just loved the blue lace, but not as much as she loved the tasty treat in her mouth.

That was even more depressing when I stopped to think about it, so I concentrated on holding Callie and Mike’s mom totally rapt. You took your victories where you could, and getting the guy you’re after’s mom so turned on she’s feeling herself up and drooling’s got to count for something.

You know, Mrs. Wagner looked pretty young for someone with a pair of teenaged kids. I mean Callie could have passed for her twin sister. She must really look after herself.

But nothing, I found out a few minutes later, like Mike did. I was in, like, the Porno World: a place where plot and common sense make no sense.

Mike’s this sort of short chunky guy, but when he took the shirt off, he wasn’t chubby, he was stocky. All that girth was honed, corded steel. His muscles had muscles, and that’s just nuts because he just got out of the hospital after sitting on his ass for a month. Strike one for sense and sensibility. This was basically the scene where nerdette takes classes off and the entire male cast instantly goes to full mast, only in reverse.

He was a nerd, and made no bones about it, but two brutally hot girls were at his house, hornier than hell and so hot for him that they were willing to share. Willing? I wanted to share! I wanted to fuck Mike and Lindsay until the cows came home. None of us had any cows, so that promised to be a good, long time.

Suddenly, I was a straight woman getting turned on by another woman and that only happens in pornos. Oh, I know that there’s supposed to be no difference between gay and straight when you’re in the right hands, but I’d been propositioned by experts, and Lindsay wasn’t an expert. She hadn’t even tried to seduce, and I still burned for the opportunity to ruin her for all men.

Right up until Mike began to strip, that is. I thought I’d been hot before, but one look at him and I began to lose it. Not as bad as yesterday, but still pretty bad. I ached to touch him, but nothing felt better than the weird sensation in my nipples. They were just on fire. I rubbed one and almost couldn’t stop squeezing and pinching; it felt like I had two pleasure knobs mounted front and center. Twist one and watch Katelyn light up! Twist two and watch her drop to her knees, moaning.

Lindsay went the distance, though. I think she came at first sight. She took half a look at Mike standing and posing and began to moan, nympho juice running down the insides of her legs. That just doesn’t happen. I know a lot of sex-crazed sluts and serious perverts and even they don’t start gushing just from looking at a guy. Mind you, they don’t start cumming from playing with their nipples, either, so who was I to talk?

I saved the moaning for when his pants came off, showing off his shaft thrusting up and outwards like an iron spike. Just like yesterday, I couldn’t help it. I dove forward and tried to suck the whole thing down, but it was just too much. Fortunately, Lindsay had enough of her wits left to help out and soon Mike fountained, quickly overflowing my mouth with delicious cream. I’m not sure what brought me off: the anticipation I’d built bobbing my head on Mike’s manhood, Mike’s exquisite ejaculate, or Lindsay’s tongue sliding over my body licking up the overflow. Can’t say I care, either. They were all awesome!

Too awesome. Too much for me to handle, in fact. Mike and Lindsay fucked me completely under the table. I was the professional, she was the virgin—emphasis on was—and Mike was the nerd, but they both ran me down in nothing flat. Callie swore up and down that Mike’d never so much as been on a date with a girl before, but I knew he wasn’t a virgin. I’d made sure of that. He popped a couple dozen times in our mouths, on our breasts, in our hands and pussies, but he never showed any signs of slowing down. It was fucking amazing. Amazing fucking. Completely unreal.

I was totally wasted when Callie jumped onto bed to join us. I had been too horny to care two hours earlier, but now I had enough of my mind back, enough of my body sated, that I could think clearly—almost. Two hours ago I would have been sucking on one part of her or another before it registered who she was, but not now. Callie was off the list, but just mine. Mike and Lindsay dove in with relish, and before long, Callie sounded so much like me—just one long unbroken, guttural begging moan—it was spooky.

“Come on, Katelyn,” whispered Mike while I lay there in a pool of my gorgeous white-blonde hair, drifting in and out of sleep while watching his sister and girlfriend going at each other like frenzied animals. “You’re supposed to be the pro. You’ve got to be able to take more than that!”

“Love to,” I mumbled, spreading my legs in invitation, but otherwise lying like a rag doll. Mike grinned and slipped away. I thought he was just getting ready to give me another mammoth boning, but I thought wrong. A minute later his lips pressed into my not yet exhausted pussy and his tongue squirmed up and in.

Mike between my legs, licking. I couldn’t believe it. So far it had all been about pleasuring him, even when Lindsay and I were lost deep in the wonders of sixty-nine it was all about making sure Mike got the best look possible.

I instantly fired up, my body singing with glee as he found the hood and began to play. With each lick, my clit became more sensitive. It throbbed harder. His tongue rolled around it like he had with my huge nipples earlier. I twitched, shuddered and shook before falling into an involuntary humping motion, grinding against his face. I drifted on the seas of Porno World, not even wanting to think about thinking, just lay and relax and enjoy as his tongue ever so slowly teasing up my clit, his lips massaging its sides.

Something was seriously wrong with the way I was fucking his face. The motion was off. My eyes slipped open and I looked down at Mike, my swollen and enormous clitoris jutting out off my pussy by a good three inches and up, cock like, into his mouth as he licked, nibbled, and sucked.

Oh, I was in Porno World all right. I had to be dreaming. He’d fucked me unconscious and now my brain was inventing all sorts of sick things.

“Like it?” he asked, looking up at me exactly the way I’d looked at him earlier as I licked and teased his cock. Except this time there was a huge pair of round boobs in the way.

He looked so sexy down there that I just nodded and enjoyed the dream. His head bobbed on me and I felt myself growing longer, thicker … harder. Hornier, too, if it was possible. Through the natural cleavage of my huge tits—damn, I had nice tits—I watched Mike at play. I was alive again. Alive and ready to fuck the whole world. And I could, too, now that Mike had licked me into a throbbing frenzy that looked almost as big as his.

Watching a guy between your legs, trying to deep throat your clit, has got to be the sexiest thing in the world, so I gave him a hand with a upward thrust.

He gagged and I laughed. “C’mon big guy! You can take it!”

His eyes darkened for a moment, then he pulled off of me. “So what d’you think?”

“Love it,” I finally moaned, wrapping my hand part way around and stroking the long, weighty lump of excruciatingly sensitive meat jutting out of my spread pussy, not wanting it to ever soften. I still had a pussy, so it’s not like I was a guy; and it was still my clit, sort of. I think.

Whatever. It was long and hard and the more I pumped it, the more I wanted to jam it into something soft and yielding. I just couldn’t wait! It couldn’t, either. It throbbed pleasantly in my hands and made my hips wriggle and squirm.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it until Mike cut off my view. His huge, hard cock swayed in front of my face and I went cross eyed trying to take it all in. My tongue was licking it and, before I even realised it, I’d worked it into my mouth.

Oh yeah. This was actually better. I was pulling on my enormous clit and sucking softly on Mike when he upped the ante by grabbing my wrists, prying my hungry hands off of me and giving a tentative lick.

We rolled onto our sides a few moments later because we couldn’t get much done with guy on top, sucking and nibbling on one another. I think I was better at it than him, but I had gotten, y’know, just a little more practice, but I think I was more sensitive because—get this—we both came together, his white seed pumping into my mouth as something squirted out of me. I probably would have been sick if it hadn’t felt so good.

Oh Lord, did it ever feel good. For a few minutes afterward, all I could do was just lie there and relive the pulsing sensation that ran through all of me, top to bottom and then out through my clit. At one point I looked down and my pussy looked normal again, but by then I’d decided that I didn’t much like normal anymore.

“Was it good for you?” Mike asked.

“Mmmmmmmmm.” I moaned. “Again!”

“Can’t,” said Mike, pointing at the two other girls calmly waiting for something. “I promised I’d do Lindsay’s ass and Callie’s been whining for it, too, but I’ve only got one cock. You wanna do the honours on my lovely sister? I guarantee it’ll make you cum like you can’t believe. That stuff you shoot’s an aphrodisiac, so you’ll never lack for interested partners, once you get them going.”

I said nothing, but I know my eyes twinkled as I crawled across the bed toward the perky, round ass prepped and ready and on display. I felt my labia parting from the inside and a glorious swelling sensation as all the blood in my body raced to a common destination. I wasn’t even half way to her before my clit was fully awake and ready—and long, thick, and hard.

I know I must have conked out at some point because the wake-up jolted me something fierce. Good thing, too. The night had been replaying in my head, but things had started to get really, really weird. In one dream, Mike ate me until my clit had grown into a huge erection, and I used it to fuck the hell out of damn near every hole in Callie’s body. I came all over the place like a guy, my super swollen clit pumping this translucent, but extremely tasty, cum everywhere.

Too weird, but I guess sex was pretty much the only thing on my mind, having been screwed into unconsciousness. I still couldn’t really think straight, but I did finally get what guys saw in huge boobs like mine.

Then, even though I was so horny that I wanted to use it as an excuse to turn the car around and go for seconds, I finally realized what’d been bothering me the night before. When I went to get my CD case, Mike’s car had been gone. It’d still been gone when I’d left at six in the morning.