The next day Alex got up early to drive Cathy to the airport. With a hug and a wave he bade her farewell. During his drive back to the house Alex's fantasies began. He felt horny. Last night he had masturbated, for the first time really inspecting his new, larger penis. He had masturbated until he orgasmed and then continued to rub himself, with no lag in sensation or erection for another few minutes before coming again. His dreams were full of anonymous, beautiful women just waiting for him to fuck them.
And now, driving back from the airport, he fantasized about using the Master Control Program on another person. A girl. Dorothy. Every straight guy on campus fantasized about Dorothy.
Dorothy was a fellow senior. She was an important member of an exclusive sorority. She was a girl who had friends and contacts throughout the school and even the whole city. Beyond that she was a national celebrity for her tennis expertise, she was good enough to compete in international tournaments and, while never quite winning, garnered national media attention by virtue of her stunning physical appearance.
On campus she had a reputation of using her physical attributes to compensate for lackluster academic performance, willing to sleep with anyone who could help her with a class, either tutoring or writing or sitting in for her on selected exams. She made no secret that she'd be willing to try almost any attractive offer, since she'd not yet found a man good enough to keep.
Alex had been chatting her up at a party back in May, discussing her experiences in a business class that he'd aced the year before. He was halfway convinced she was going home with him when she ditched him in favor of a guy he later learned was her TA in the same class. He suspected she ended up doing very well.
Without really deciding what he was going to do, he called up the program and entered her name. Immediately the image changed to Dorothy's figure, completely unclothed. The picture was making strange turning and stretching motions. Alex clicked the option for context
and immediately saw that he had happened upon her in the shower.
He ogled. Her long blond hair was wet and matted, trailing down her shoulders to her sizable, glistening breasts. Her thin, muscled waist and wide hips completed a classic hourglass figure, with just a trace of pubic hair at the crotch. Alex watched, mesmerized, as Dorothy completed her shower, got dressed in a short skirt and a loose, summery blouse and proceeded to the sorority house's kitchen to make breakfast.
Alex looked at the command window and wondered what he would try. Nothing physical. There was nothing about her gorgeous body he would change. It would have to be mental — of course it would take radical changes to her mind before she'd even consider being intimate with someone like him.
Alex clicked on the tab to access the mental/emotional options and stopped, catching himself. He had, without realizing it, decided to make changes to another person for his own selfish prurience. He decided to make it simple. He typed Must do everything I tell her to.
into the command window, then clicked Send.
Done.
said the help function. Effective immediately.
What are the limits to a command like that?
Alex asked.
Part of my function is to interpret your commands. She will exert herself to the utmost, even beyond what she thinks she is able, in order to accomplish whatever you tell her to do, even if it's harmful to herself. It also includes the obvious corollary: she won't do whatever you tell her not to do. Plus I tied in her own comprehension of intent, so she can't twist your words, but will try to do what she thinks you want her to do.
Wow. Right. I didn't think of that.
The only thing now was to test it. Alex shut off the computer and walked to school. He felt a tingle of anticipation in his penis, even if he wasn't certain he'd have the courage to go all the way with this. He realized, halfway there, that he had no idea where Dorothy would be. He proceeded to her sorority house anyway. He lucked out, as she was planting some flowers along the front of the building, alone, as he arrived.
Hi Dorothy.
Alex said, heart beating fiercely in his chest. She looked fantastically sexy in the skirt and blouse he had watched her put on earlier. Her oval face seemed even prettier than it was with a smudge of dirt or grime next to her cute, upturned nose.
Oh hey… Alex.
She said, pausing just a moment to recall his name. What brings you here?
First,
Alex told her, having thought of this test on his way over pat your head and rub your belly at the same time.
What?
She looked completely confused, but also sat back on her knees so one hand could make small, even circles against her abdomen while the other gently patted the top of her head.
Alex felt a burst of relief and excitement. It had worked. That's okay, stop now.
he told her. Then he began the list of commands he'd been considering.
Stand up straight. Don't speak or make any noise.
Again Dorothy looked puzzled, but she stood up and was quiet and still. Alex paused, and ventured another test. Pick your nose.
he ordered, sure she wouldn't do that only to humor him. Dorothy's expression of puzzlement changed to one of horror as her finger began rooting around one nostril. Stop.
he told her. Finally convinced that she would do whatever he commanded, Alex continued.
Some general rules: Do not attempt to attack me in any way, or run away from me. Don't try to attract attention, either to you or to me. Do not communicate to anyone, in any form, that I am controlling you. When I allow you to speak, you will speak in a normal tone of voice. When we are together in public keep your facial expressions and body language completely normal for a conversation or hanging around with a friend. You can now speak to answer my questions. Do you understand?
Yes.
Her expression of horror had faded to dawning comprehension, then quickly back to horror as he spoke.
Walk with me Dorothy.
Pausing only to tell her to put down her trowel, Alex walked home, Dorothy beside him with an expression of casual interest on her face. As they walked, Alex quizzed her about her life and plans, and ascertained that she didn't need to meet or see anyone until Sunday evening. At that moment he decided that he would, before the evening was done, fuck Dorothy.
Once he'd decided that, he decided not to wait, and walked straight through the gate where he and Cathy lived, past the pool, into the house and to his room, Dorothy beside him the whole way. As soon as they'd left the street her pleasant expression vanished. She stood in his room, with fear on her face again. Alex looked at her, admiring the way her breasts tented her blouse, which then curved into her waist before tucking into her skirt. Her short skirt flared out over a pert bottom, the hem fell loosely against her thigh, halfway to the knee.
Alex looked at her face again. Hold still.
he told her.
He moved to stand directly in front of her, then bent his head down — it was awkward because she did not tilt her head back, instead facing still, directly in front of her — and kissed her lips. They felt stiff, and slightly cold. She did not kiss back, but then she hadn't been told to.
Alex stepped back. Kiss me.
he ordered.
Dorothy stepped forward, lifted briefly on her toes to plant a wooden peck on his lips, and then stepped back.
Alex pondered. Kiss me like I'm someone you want to kiss.
This time Dorothy's expression changed, to a sultry smile. Arms reaching behind his neck, eyes half closed she pressed her soft lips against his. She slid them back and forth and then parted them slightly before stepping back again. The expression on her face had become one of abject terror.
But Alex was happy. He had figured out that he needed to engage her imagination and order her to behave as if she felt something she didn't. He gave Dorothy another command. Kiss me like I'm someone you're really hot for and eager to fuck.
Prepared, Alex slid his arms around the small of Dorothy's back as hers encircled his neck. Once more her warm, soft lips pressed and slid against his. They parted, and her tongue darted out to gently touch his lips until he, too, opened his mouth and pressed it to hers. Her lush body was pressed against his, from her tits on his chest to her groin against his swiftly swelling erection.
At last Alex broke the kiss, and Dorothy stood back again. Eager to continue Alex bent to kiss her again, while one hand moved to rub and squeeze her breast. She stood there, stiff and unwilling again.
Alex stepped back. Okay.
he said to her, Strip, but do it as provocatively as possible. Be as sexy about it as you can, like you're trying to seduce me.
Dorothy's sultry smile returned and she twirled. Button by button she unfastened her blouse. She did not remove it, but instead, swaying her waist back and forth, unfastened her skirt and pushed it down until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and spun again, removing her blouse in the process, until she stood before him in a bra, panties, and sexy expression.
Dorothy began to rub her breasts through her bra, kneading and squeezing before finally turning her back to Alex, removing her bra, then turning to face him. She held her breasts up before him, squeezing them gently before sliding her hands down her belly to her panties. She slid her thumbs under the waistband and teased them back and forth before once more turning her back to Alex. She bent over at the waist and pulled her underwear down to her ankles, exposing her both derriere and the slim, pink lips of her pussy.
Before she could interpret the command as over Alex spoke again. Now, undress me in the same provocative, sexy fashion.
Without a pause Dorothy spun over to Alex and pressed her hands to his shirt. Running them across his chest, sliding her palms across the fabric, she soon moved to his waist, under the hem of his shirt, before lifting it up to his arms. She leaned forward to rub her cheek against his chest, then lifted his shirt again. Taking the hint, Alex raised his arms over his head and allowed her to remove it completely.
Next her hands went to his waist, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. When his fly was open her hands slid into his pants and around his hips to gently clench his butt, rubbing her nakedness against him as she did so. His pants swiftly fell to the floor, and Dorothy began to rub Alex's crotch, stroking and teasing his member until it's length and tip finally emerged from under the waistband of his underwear. With a giggle — the first noise she'd made, the sound drew Alex back to where he was and what he was doing, she gently squeezed his balls before seeming to lose patience and yank his boxers to the floor.
This time, command accomplished, Dorothy remained hunched on the floor. Alex barely noticed, he was considering the wording of his next command. Dorothy, act like you are highly aroused and want to have sex with me.
Dorothy immediately stood up with a smile. She licked her lips and pulled Alex into another mouth to mouth clench, one forearm hard against the back of his neck while the other hand stroked his penis up and down. Slightly surprised, Alex quickly returned her kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue while his hands caressed and rubbed her breast and ass. Finally he realized that he was making involuntary thrusts into her hand. He broke the kiss.
Keep acting like this
he spoke into her ear, but take it all the way. Seduce me, fuck me, have sex with me, act like you enjoy it. Keep it up until I tell you to stop.
Dorothy's immediate response was to pause for a moment, and then give his cock a final, slow stroke before turning away from him. She took just a few steps though, before tumbling onto his bed. She rolled onto her back and smiled at him, lifting, and then parting her knees to expose a small, carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair and the long, pink lips of her pussy. She raised her arms above her head and stretched in invitation.
Alex wasted no time in positioning himself over her body. Her hands reached down to hold his erection, placing his glans at the cleft of her slit before moving to rest on his hips. With a long, low groan Alex slid his cock into Dorothy's pussy. She inhaled deeply as he did so, legs spreading and hips lifting to accommodate him. Finally his entire length was inside her. Alex pulled out about half way, and began to fuck her. Slowly at first, he began to go faster and faster, chest rubbing against her cushioning tits. Her breathing quickened and soon she gasped and clutched at his back as she came. Alex came right afterwards gasping in delight as pleasure throbbed from his cock to spread throughout his body.
He didn't even have to think about maintaining his erection. As the quakes of his orgasm passed he began to thrust into Dorothy again. He began to take longer strokes pulling his hips back and up until almost all of his recently lengthened cock was outside of her before rocking it into her again.
All the time Dorothy was writhing and thrusting beneath him. She came again, more violently this time with her whole body tense and shaking. The sensation was enough to pull Alex to the brink once more. After a few more deep thrusts he exploded into orgasm, semen fountaining from his cock while her pussy pulsed and squeezed against it.
His orgasm had barely passed but Alex continued to hump away. Dorothy lifted her legs off the bed to wrap them around his lower back, using their strength to pull him even closer and deeper into her. She came yet again. Alex paused in his fucking to enjoy the gentle squeezing on his cock but was soon slicing away anew. When he finally came, it was less of a bang than a whimper. For the first time he felt himself begin to go soft, and he did not bother to countermand it.
Dorothy, however, reached down to fondle his member as soon as he withdrew. Still slick with their mixed juices she rubbed and stroked it, trying to coax it back to erection.
Alex remembered the command he had given her. Okay, you can stop now.
Immediately Dorothy's hands went to her face. She curled up, forcing Alex to move to one side of her. Dorothy began to softly cry, tears running freely from her eyes.
What's wrong?
Alex asked her.
Everything!
She blurted out and began to cry even harder.
Okay, stop crying. Be calm.
Like magic, Dorothy obeyed his commands. Stifling her tears, straightening out on the bed, and achieving a calm expression.
Why were you crying?
Because I have to do whatever you say and I can't control it at all. Because you made me pick my nose and kiss you and take of my clothes and then you raped me. Because I'm so afraid of what you've done and what you can do and what you might do to me.
At first Dorothy's fear had been evenly mixed with curiosity, wondering what sort of trick (hypnosis maybe?) he was using to make her do what he said. Later, as the extent of his power and her inability to break free of it became clear, the fear had grown until the curiosity was minuscule in comparison. Her dread had intensified as he led her straight to his bedroom, and been confirmed when he first tried to kiss her.
Worst of all, though, was when he discovered how to make her cooperate, by ordering her to pretend she wanted to do those things. She felt fear, and hatred, and helplessness because she couldn't express those emotions but instead did her best to behave like she wanted to turn him on and have sex with him.
At least he had told her not to speak, or she would have felt compelled to lie to him how much she wanted it, since he had ordered her to act like she enjoyed it. She faked an orgasm, and was relieved when he came right afterwards. But instead of giving her a break he had, impressively, continued to fuck her. And then had come the worst. As part of pretending to enjoy the sex she lifted and thrusted back at him, allowing him full access to her womanhood.
And he was big. One thing she had learned over the years was that her pussy loved to be pounded by a big, fat cock. Against all her desires and emotions and better judgment she began to feel pleasure at the motion of his penis in and out of her vagina, the weight and touch of his body atop hers, the rubbing stimulation of his chest on her nipples. And then — the final betrayal — orgasm, compounded when her throes of pleasure pulled him past the edge once again.
And then he had continued to fuck her, and she came yet again, until finally he was done. And then he had stopped her tears, calmed her down, and had the unbelievable gall to ask why she was crying. When she had told him, when she had confessed her fears and horror at what he had done to her, what he could do, what he might do, he had looked at her with a mixture of sympathy and horror of his own. And then he had given her another command.
Go to sleep.
After making sure that Dorothy was deeply asleep, Alex got up, dressed himself, and returned to his computer, once more calling up Dorothy for modification. Delete all memories from the moment I met her outside her house until falling asleep.
he entered and then clicked the send
button.
Done.
At least she wouldn't have to live with the memory of what had just happened. Alex thought briefly about modifying his own memory. After all, if no one recalled it, had it really happened? But he felt a bit queasy at the thought. Besides, how could he ever learn, if he denied himself the experience his actions and choices?
He decided it would be best to keep his memories, as a reminder that his strange, reality-distorting computer program gave him the power to be cruel beyond precedent in human history — and that he had it within himself to be that cruel.
Leaving Dorothy to sleep while he pondered what to do, he turned off the program and went for a swim, occupying his body while his mind raced with questions and possibilities. What had horrified Dorothy so, he thought, was that he had completely and utterly violated her free will. But what was free will? Did anyone really have it if the whole world was merely a massive digital simulation run for the inscrutable purposes of an order of life as far above him as he was above an ATM?
The solution, he eventually decided after finishing his swim, showering, and making himself some dinner, was to bypass her free will, or her perception of it (if there was any difference). To make her a truly active and willing participant in his fantasies.
He sat at his computer again, and called up the help agent, and verified that he could completely reprogram emotions, thoughts, opinions, memory, and beliefs. He then clicked on the neural/reaction tab and asked about pleasure.
Can I increase the pleasurable sensation someone receives from sex?
Certainly. Pleasurable sensation in mammals is primarily a function of neural responses and wiring in the brain and bits of the spinal column. In humans the conscious experience of pleasure is a key component, if someone believes something feels good then it does. Such changes would be almost instantaneous.
Can pleasure be measured?
On a relative scale, yes. You would agree that the feel of a summer breeze on your face is not as pleasurable as a kiss, would you not, despite their very different forms?
Alex paused, a bit taken aback. The Master Control Program help agent had, according to his instructions, taken up a personality of its own, as if it were an independent individual. Now it was questioning him, provoking him to think about his reality and beliefs. But that was good, he decided, he needed to be challenged, if only slightly, when his actions could re-write reality to his whims.
Ummm. I think I see. So I could say make someone feel as happy about… their bus being on time as they normally would about winning the lottery?
Approximately, yes. Perhaps if you tried a more specific example?
Hmm. So could I make it so that someone feels a kiss to be as pleasurable as having someone lick their clitoris?
Yes. For the current target, subject as always to the usual situational modifiers, that would be a magnification of about twelve times.
If I magnified Dorothy's sexual pleasure twelve times, then to her a kiss would feel as great as someone licking her clit?
Yes.
What would having her clit licked feel like then?
Twelve times more pleasurable than before … there isn't a real-world comparison for the target.
What about orgasm?
Please be more specific.
Where does orgasm fall on the scale? Would twelve times the pleasure of having her clit licked feel better than orgasm?
Orgasm is a separate phenomenon. It is a particularly intense form of pleasure, involving most of the central nervous system, and some of the sympathetic nervous system, and all of the brain in an overwhelming goal/target/orientation.
Smart as it apparently was, the Master Control Program was still limited by translating the fundamental reality of the world into the English language.
But some orgasms are more intense than others.
Certainly. They can be measured in the same relative scale. Duration and frequency of orgasm is also a factor in perceived sexual pleasure.
Is there a maximum limit to pleasure?
Yes. It depends on the individual, but beyond a certain threshold the brain does not register any increase in pleasurable input.
Wow. Can I change this threshold?
It can be optimized, like other neural processes. Most functioning adults are naturally optimized.
Am I?
Information not available.
Alex entered his own name into the Subject
box, and repeated the question.
Yes, your personal experience of pleasure is at the optimum.
What about my orgasms? Does that pleasure have a limit?
Yes and no. Orgasmic sensation beyond an arbitrary level results in unconsciousness. Certain drugs and meditation techniques could avoid this limit, but since orgasm does involve the entire brain it can be dangerous to the individual. Too much orgasmic sensation can result in short term disorientation. Higher levels can cause addiction, permanent damage, and death.
Drugs and meditation — can I modify someone to avoid unconsciousness by orgasm as well?
Yes.
Wow. Okay then.
Alex called up Dorothy and began to make his changes. First, he programmed her to remain deeply asleep until 7am the next morning. Then he removed her compulsion to do everything he told her. He had already erased her memory of the past hours, but now he replaced them with a memory of meeting him, deciding to go back to his place, and spending the rest of the day having fantastic sex before falling asleep. He also inserted the notion that she had, upon learning of his limited sexual experience, decided to stay with him for a while to educate him — and enjoy more fantastic sex, of course.
Then, saving the commands into a macro, already thinking of perhaps using them on other women, he began to modify Dorothy so that
After Alex had made the changes and secured his computer, he went to sleep himself. He couldn't quite bring himself to climb into his own bed next to Dorothy, not yet, so pulled the blankets over her and slept on the couch in the living room.
He woke up early the next morning, showered, dressed, and prepared breakfast before going to his room to watch Dorothy wake up. Promptly at 7:00 she stirred, stretched, and opened her eyes.
Good morning.
Alex said, feeling just a little nervous.
Morning.
She said, stretching again so the blankets slipped down past her bare breasts. You're up early.
Alex was confused and excited. Dorothy simply did not recall the coerced sex he'd had with her the night before. Instead she remembered the pleasant fiction he'd concocted. And perhaps she realized the extraordinary pleasure she would feel when his cock penetrated her.
Um.
she was so hot, so sexy, he remembered the feel of her body, then wondered what it would feel like when she wanted her body to arouse and stimulate him.
I made breakfast. Waffles.
She sat up, un-selfconsciously baring her upper torso to him. Oh yeah?
She gave him a look that was evaluative and predatory. Alex decided he liked being the target of that look. Did you cook the actual waffles, or just mix the batter?
Uh, batter. Why?
Then waffles can wait for a bit?
Yes…
So why don't you take off those clothes and join me in bed for a while?
With that she threw the blankets down to the end of the bed, exposing the rest of her naked form.
Alex relaxed, with relief and arousal. The distraught Dorothy of yesternight was indeed gone, here was a Dorothy who genuinely, passionately, wanted to fuck him. He wasted no time removing his clothes and clambering onto his bed, crawling over her until he was on hands and knees above her body. Her hands went to his head, pulling him down for a long, passionate kiss.
But then she broke it, and moved to get out from under him. On your back.
she ordered. Let's try something new.
Dorothy kneeled on the bed, straddling his legs. Alex watched in rapt attention as she did the splits above him, spreading her legs until he could feel the heat of her pussy against his balls. She played with his now fully erect member, pressing it against her mons and belly so the tip touched her navel.
You are a big boy, aren't you?
she said, her gaze fixed on their joined crotches. Placing on hand on his abs for support, she lifted herself up again and shuffled forward slightly. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself down onto him.
Oh wow.
Dorothy said aloud as she felt his cock moving up and into her. The sensation was incredible, amazing, gooooood. She leaned forward and cocked her hips so his length could go straight up and into her depths. Oh wow.
she said again, eyes closed, as she felt his pubic hair begin to tickle her lower lips. She paused, luxuriating in the sensation, the incredible feeling of his cock in her pussy. She licked her lips and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Her weight sank her all the way onto Alex's cock. She felt the press of his scrotum against her lips and felt the head of his cock firmly pushing against the entrance of her womb.
Oh God.
She said aloud. And then again Oh God! Oh God! Ohh, Ohhhhhh…. Ohhh guuuhhh…
and then she came. Orgasm rippled through her body, replacing everything, everything, with warm, wonderful pleasure.
Alex watched her come, felt her vagina clench and squeeze while her breath caught and stuttered. When she opened her eyes again she gave him a sultry smile and slowly bent forward touch her nose to his. You… feel… soooooo… gooooood….
she told him, and kissed him fiercely.
Alex put his hands on her hips and pushed her groin down toward his crotch again while thrusting his own hips upward. With her hands to either side of his head for balance, Dorothy began to rock back and forth in time with his thrusts. Her hanging breasts caressed his chest as they fucked.
Soon she ceased kissing him to pant and occasionally moan into his ear. She came again, and Alex was slightly alarmed at the strength of her pussy and the force of her pulses around his cock. When she came a third time he was ready, and continued to make desperate, powerful thrusts up into her until his body and voice joined her in trembles of pleasure and moans of release.
He allowed is erection to flag. After a long, drowsy period of cuddling, where Dorothy lay next to him, head on his chest, an arm and a leg thrown over him, she abruptly sat up. I'm hungry.
she said We never did get lunch yesterday. Or dinner for that matter.
Waffles?
Alex suggested?
They climbed out of bed and dressed, Dorothy complaining that she needed to visit her house for a change of clothes.
After eating, Alex took Dorothy on a tour of the house and yard. She loved the garden, and gave Alex a quick kiss that quickly became more serious. Soon his hands were exploring her body, rubbing and squeezing everything he could reach while their tongues and lips sucked and licked and probed each other. Her hands opened his pants and pulled out his erection. Alex pushed her backwards, until she stood with her back against the compound wall.
Reaching up under her skirt he massaged her crotch, pulling her panties to one side to feel her slick wetness and guided his cock to her entrance. With a grunt he pushed it into her, pressing his body against hers, pining her against the wall. One hand on his back, another on his butt she arched her body against his, maximizing his penetration. They fucked against the wall, listening to the street traffic on the other side. Alex's cock drove in and out until they both exploded into orgasm.
They went back to Dorothy's sorority early in the afternoon. She darted in, for a quick change of clothes,
she said, but Alex ended up waiting on the street for more than half an hour. When she returned, she was carrying a small bag. They stopped at a corner café for a late lunch, enjoying each others' company as they sat outside in the warm Autumn air. Dorothy asked about Cathy, his cousin and roommate, and any arrangements they might have about guests, and subtly managed to convey that she intended to spend the night at his place again.
Alex relaxed and thought about what he had done, enjoying the company of the beautiful woman across from him, the way she drew the looks of male passers by, and especially the way her attention was focused completely on himself. Apparently his modifications to Dorothy had had the effect he wanted. Dorothy was his to fuck, and she liked it that way. He admired her body, and gently stroked her sandaled foot and bare calf with his toe.
They returned to Alex's place. Dorothy had brought along her swimsuit, though it didn't stay on long once they got into the pool. Neither did Alex's. They experimented; even Dorothy had never had sex in the water before. Thrusting was not practical, as the water kept washing away her lubrication. Eventually Alex stood in deep water, head just above the surface, and Dorothy clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around his body, cunt deeply impaled on his erection. She ground her crotch against his, kissing him and rubbing her breasts against his chest and had two orgasms herself before successfully bringing him off with her.
As the sun set they returned to Alex's bed. They fucked again. Alex did his best to nail her to the mattress while she thrust and pulled in time until they arrived at a massive, simultaneous orgasm. Tired, happy and sated they drifted to sleep in each others' arms.
The next morning Alex awoke to feel Dorothy's fingers trailing up and down the length of his erection. She smiled when she saw he was awake. You know
she said, looking at his penis, I've — ahhh — seen my share of cocks. And yours is definitely big. Maybe the biggest. I don't uh, I don't carry around a ruler. I know I've never had anything bigger. And it's sooo pretty.
But how does it feel?
he asked her, waggling his eyebrows.
Hmmmm… I may have forgotten. Remind me?
I think I can do that.
Terrific.
Dorothy lay flat on her stomach propped up on her elbows. Today,
she told him, looking at him over her shoulder while spreading her legs apart. I want to be fucked only from behind…
Alex accommodated her, pressing himself down onto and into her until she came, the arching spasms of her body quickly stimulating his own release.
After pausing for a breakfast of waffles and fresh fruit and coffee she took him out to the garden again and they fucked against the same spot of wall, only this time they were both facing it. Lounging by the pool early in the afternoon Dorothy got on her hands and knees and Alex knelt to fuck her from behind, doggy style.
Later in the afternoon Dorothy dressed and returned to her sorority. With long, passionate goodbye kisses she made him promise they'd get together again soon. That evening Alex drove to the airport to pick up his cousin Cathy.
Cathy wondered at Alex's unusually cheery demeanor as he drove home. Visiting her parents had been both nice and exasperating. She told Alex the gossip she had learned about their uncle Ernie and they both agreed that he should never have married his third wife without first divorcing the previous two, if only for appearances sake.
Again she was struck by Alex's changed appearance. His camping trip had put some muscle on his frame — not a lot, but definitely enough to increase his hunkiness quotient. She found herself idly wondering if it would be possible to get away for a backpacking trip with Glen; she shelved those plans when she realized how much she needed to accomplish before school began. "A week from tomorrow." she said aloud.
Huh?
Alex asked her.
Sorry. Just thinking aloud. Classes start a week from tomorrow.
Oh. Yes they do.
Are you registered yet? What are you taking
After they arrived home Alex seemed to be struck by a sudden fatigue. She persuaded him to join her in the pool as the sun set, but after a few laps he excused himself, yawning, and went to bed.
The next morning Alex gave Dorothy a call. She was, unfortunately, busy with sorority business that morning, but invited him over for lunch. He accepted eagerly.
After making him a sandwich, she offered him a tour that ended in her bedroom. As a senior member her room was the largest, but still smaller even than Cathy's room at home.
He closed the door behind them, and pulled Dorothy's body against his, bending to kiss her eagerly. She responded in kind, and just a few minutes later they were naked and fucking energetically on her bed. Alex realized that she especially liked being fucked hard from above. Dorothy came repeatedly as he plowed her with long, vigorous strokes. As his own orgasm neared he began to thrust even harder and deeper, triggering a massive orgasm that sent Dorothy's entire body twisting and thrusting beneath him. He joined her, moaning with release. When he returned to his senses he realized that Dorothy had actually passed out from the pleasure of sex with him. He withdrew and lay on the bed beside her, thinking.
The fabulously beautiful woman was his. Tennis star, sorority it girl, campus queen, and willing servant of his sexual pleasure. He admired her golden hair and tanned skin, gently tracing the curves of her firm body with one hand, head propped on the other. After five minutes or so she stirred, shook her head, and opened her eyes. She turned to face him. Wow.
she said, That was absolutely amazing, incredible… the best sex I've ever had.
She rolled onto her side to face him. I, uh, passed out, didn't I?
Yep.
And you're a smug bastard aren't you? Lying there, smirking, so pleased with yourself for what you just did to me?
Yep.
Wanna do it again?
Alex kissed her, pushing her flat on the bed as he positioned his body atop hers again. A moment's thought sent his cock swelling up once more. He did indeed, want to do it to her again.