No way! Allison said the next day, when Cathy met with Terrie and her for lunch. Ophelia? With a guy? He really got her? Slept with her?

I shit you not. Cathy said flatly. I peeked. I saw. I heard them going at it for a couple hours last night, until I fell asleep.

Hours? Really? Terrie asked. Isn't that a little odd?

Odd? Why? asked Allison.

Terrie rolled her eyes, but smiled at Allison while she explained. The long-haired brunette was the least experienced of them; she was still a virgin, even after her resolve to save herself for marriage had ended her relationship with her boyfriend Isaac.

That's a long time. C'mon Cathy, what's the longest you've ever had sex for?

Cathy blushed a bit, but then thought about it. Well… last year when Glen and I went camping on spring break… maybe an hour. He came three times… it was… you know…

Right. Do you suppose Alex really kept it up for hours and hours?

Well, Ophelia sure sounded like she was enjoying herself.

Maybe that's it then. Allison suggested. Maybe he really can… and that's why all those girls are sleeping with him.

I don't buy it. Cathy said. Even if Alex is a super stud in bed, how would they find out about it in the first place. No, the whole thing is weird.

Definitely. Terrie agreed.

Huh. Allison said. Who'd have thunk? Alex.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hunh.

---

On a Friday afternoon, sated, exhausted, and breathing hard, Alex sat down before his computer, and called up the help function on the Master Control Program.

That morning he awoken in Stephanie's apartment, and fucked her long and hard before she had to leave to attend a student council meeting. That afternoon, after classes, he'd run into Dorothy while ducking into the library to avoid a particularly intense downpour of Autumnal rains. He had, not exactly reluctantly, allowed her to seduce him back to her sorority, until he was banging her fast and furious on her bed. Then, on his way home, he happened to run into Ophelia, who'd accompanied him the rest of the way. Cathy had rolled her eyes and clucked in exaggerated disapproval as they'd made their way to his room, where they'd satisfied their mutual lusts with enthusiastic abandon.

Ophelia had made arrangements to see a movie with friends that evening. She was obviously hurt when he declined to accompany her, but when she left he was finally able to commune with the strange Program that had granted him ultimate control over such a beautiful and intriguing woman.

He still had much to learn about the powers that were available to him and their limitations in application. Over the weeks and months that he'd had it, Alex had come to understand that the Master Control Program was a metaphor for an interface to a larger reality. It was not strictly necessary to boot a computer from the strange silver-gold discs in order to obtain access to reality's underpinnings. But it was the easiest way, at least the easiest way for Alex. Computers existed to manipulate data; reality — as he knew it — was just another collection of digital data.

Alex was content, happier and more secure than ever before in his life. He was passing all of his classes with prejudice. Even more, his improved memory and enhanced mental functioning brought all of his previous education together into a holistic synthesis that guided him to insights and realizations that continually impressed and astounded his instructors. Sometimes he wondered if use of the Master Control Program had made him into a modern-day Newton or Einstein. Those thoughts usually reminded him that there were fourteen other Program users in the world, and made him wonder what they were doing with their powers.

He struggled with — literal — metaphysical issues. The help interface assured him that possession of the disc was the crucial parameter. Booting a computer from the disc was only a convenient metaphor to index and access the power that he'd been granted.

The help function was evasive when he interrogated it on that particular issue. Why me? The program merely stated that selected autonomous individuals had been chosen for ultimate access to the nature of reality. It was unable to elucidate the criteria for selection. He'd been given a disc, it had materialized on the roadside where he'd been walking. Dan had received a disc similarly, but now Dan was dead and Alex had absorbed his powers.

And somewhere, out in the world, there were fourteen other people with discs of their own.

Alex was able to divine that sitting at his computer — running the Master Control Program — was not necessary to avail himself of its abilities. It was only a metaphor, and a metaphor that was his to stretch. He ascertained that a sub-computer, attached and synchronized to a computer running the Program, could serve as a remote interface. Alex went shopping, and returned home with a top-of-the-line digital music player with a touch-screen interface. When he plugged it into his computer the Master Control Program had instantly overwritten it to become a remote terminal. He was mildly irked to discover that it could no longer play music, but the help function could speak to him over the earbuds.

When he unplugged it he saw a miniaturized subset of the Master Control Program. He entered his name by drawing with his fingertip, noticing that all-powerful control of reality did not extend to simple and easy handwriting recognition. Not for him, at least. In the back of his mind he worried that someone less sophisticated than him, someone who had no comprehension of the difficulty of translating handwritten scribbles to a standard, digital format, might use the Control Program in ways he could not imagine, simply because he was too invested in the computer metaphor. Contrariwise, thinking about the Control Program as a computer program might allow him to use its power in other ways. Perhaps he could automate its effects?

But it worked. He now had an interface device he could carry in his pocket. As long as his computer at home was on, and running the Master Control Program, he could access its powers no matter where he was. His hand-held device allowed him only a sub-set of the menu items offered by the main program. He worried that the limitation was also an artifact of his own expectations, then decided that there was nothing to be done about that. He could, ultimately, use the remote to access the help function, and write any arbitrary command for the main Program to carry out.

Plus, the interface provided quick, easy access to previously stored macro commands — especially his Super Seduction macro. Now, no matter where Alex was, as long as he was within 45 miles of his home computer, he could target any woman he fancied and instantly make her his. Oh certainly they might resist, as Stephanie and Ophelia had shown, but eventually they had no choice but to come to him for transcendent sexual fulfillment.

Besides, if he grew impatient, he could always use the written interface to override their will directly.

---

Alex walked across campus. It was late in November in Southern California, and the weather was sunny and comfortably warm without being too hot. He was enjoying the amount of female skin visible on what might be one of the last pleasant days of the year. He was carrying his digital music player, for remote access to his reality modification computer program. He enjoyed the sensation of immense power. Any of the women he saw could be his, if he wanted, and he did want. He would walk around campus, pick out the best looking girl he could find, and make her fall in lust with him.

Dorothy and Stephanie were great, Ophelia was more than great, but they were only three girls. There was a whole planet-full of females available for his pleasure, and he'd decided augment his harem.

He was finding the task more difficult than he'd anticipated, there were so many attractive women to choose from. Perhaps, he mused to himself, I should just take the next one I see and find acceptable. Just as he thought that, he noticed a group of girls walking onto the path ahead of him. Rather, he noticed one the girls in particular.

Her bedenimed legs first drew his attention. The weather was hot and humid; most women were wearing shorts, or short skirts today, so the girl stood out wearing long pants. But her jeans fit her very well, clinging skin-tight to her long, thin legs from graceful calves to a narrow-yet-rounded derriere. There was a significant gap between her legs at the apex of her thighs. That was enough to attract Alex. He'd lost patience with looking, it was time for some doing. He quickened his pace to overtake them. She looked fine from behind, with long, dark hair and a trim waist. If her face even approached the rest of her body, he'd take her.

Then she turned to point something out to the girl next to her, and Alex recognized her. It was Allison! His friend, Cathy's friend, his confidante and only female video game partner. He froze, chilled and slightly nauseous at what he'd almost done. Or thought about doing.

Still…

He admired Allison from a distance as she talked with her friends, laughing and joking until the group of them went into the library. Even after she'd gone, Alex found himself remembering her by the pool in a bikini… but no. Not Allison.

Instead he turned and left campus, making his way towards Stephanie's apartment. And if she wasn't home, maybe Ophelia would be…

---

Saturday he spent the day with Lucas and Fred and George, playing video games over the internet. His enhanced reflexes had allowed him to lead their team to a new level. He sniped, assaulted, and rushed with fury enough to vanquish their opponents somewhere in the Eastern time zone. His friends had been awed and freely admitted to him that their progress as a team was entirely due to his own expertise. Alex, flush with pride, made a mental note to use the Master Control Program on his friends, to augment their reflexes and neural transmission rates to equal his own.

2 days the portable interface to the Program blinked. Alex stood on the sidewalk outside Lucas's dorm. He smiled to himself. In two days Lucas and Fred and George would equal him in eye-hand coordination and speedy reflexes. By himself he'd taken them to a higher level, he wondered how far they'd go once all four of them were enhanced by the Master Control Program.

He was horny. He'd been unable to find Stephanie or Ophelia the day before, and had eventually returned home to an empty bed. In the morning he'd met with Lucas and Fred and George, and now he had the whole afternoon. He found himself wondering about Stephanie. Or Ophelia. Or… perhaps… he wondered how the two of them would feel sharing him with each other. Of course, even if they were reluctant, he had the power to bring them around to his way of thinking.

Toying with the idea of sex with Stephanie and Ophelia together, his cock grew hard and stiff, and he realized that he was really horny. He smiled to himself; he hadn't felt this frustrated since Allison had convinced him to hit on Lisa. Just how horny am I?

He was passing a park, so he sat down on the grass to find out. He called himself up on has remote interface to the Master Control Program and paged through the readouts until he found his level of sexual desire. Where a normal, everyday average was defined as a 1.0, he was currently at 1.75. As horny as he felt, he idly wondered what 2.0 would feel like. Then he smiled again, set the value to 3.0, tapped the Send button at the lower right corner of the screen, and got to his feet. Stephanie was in for a surprise.

Except she wasn't home. No problem, Ophelia lived just a few blocks over… but she wasn't home either. He even walked back towards campus, knocked at the door of Dorothy's sorority, only to learn that she was out of town for the weekend. If the girl who'd answered the door had been cuter… His erection was inconveniently stiff. He willed it into quiescence and turned towards home. He needed the full Control Program interface. On the large screen he could view external context, and figure out where Stephanie or Ophelia was. He was distractedly, irritatingly horny. He needed to fuck someone. Soon.

He returned home just as Terrie was leaving. She smiled, showing her dimples, and waved as she got into her car. He turned to watch her drive away. If she'd stayed… Alex shook his head. Terrie? Sure, she was super-hot, but she had a boyfriend, a partner, Jack, they'd lived together for years now…

Inside the gate, Cathy, Dana, and (his heart actually jumped) Allison were sitting by the pool. They were all wearing swimsuits, Dana a dark one-piece that didn't hide the rolls of fat around her middle, nor her bulging thighs. Cathy wore the designer suit Jennifer had given her and Allison (his heart began to beat quite loudly) was wearing a plain white bikini with black polka dots. A single plastic ring (the same diameter of the dots on her swimsuit, he noticed) connected the scant triangles of fabric covering her breasts.

They hadn't noticed his entrance, so he stared at Allison. He knew her well, he thought she knew him just as intimately. They were good, good friends. And suddenly, looking at her in her bikini by the pool he realized she was sexy and attractive and …

He shook his head. Allison was his friend. To use the Program on her would be… it would just be wrong. Then he found himself staring at the join of her thighs, barely covered by her bikini bottom. The material was thin and silky, he imagined that, while wet, it would cling to the underlying skin, outlining and revealing Allison's mound and labia and…

If only she'd just gotten out of the pool he thought to himself. Maybe they'll go swimming again. Maybe I can use the Master Control Program to make them go swimming again. With that thought in mind he entered, waving at the three girls, and walked into the house. He could hear their conversation as he went by, and listened carefully from indoors, eavesdropping.

They were discussing fat, and diets, and things Dana might do to lose weight. Dana had tried dieting before, but had never been able to stick to one. Well, Alex thought to himself. I can fix that. I really can!

He went to his room and called up Dana on the computer. He told himself that it was about time he used his power to help another person. In the back of his mind, even as he called up Dana, he was thinking that his charitable actions would justify — to himself, anyway — some more selfish use.

With a few minutes work he adjusted Dana's metabolism, so that her equilibrium weight would be lower, with less body fat. He also implanted suggestions that would keep her on a diet, and make her exercise more, to speed the way to her new, slimmer figure.

Typing quickly before he could stop himself, he then entered Allison's name. Instantly the display centered on her bikini-clad form. He admired her cute nose, clear green eyes, and the swell of her breasts. He felt himself growing hard.

Then he caught himself. Allison was his friend! He switched off the computer and stood up. He wanted sex, badly. Hadn't he come here to find out where Stephanie was? Outside he could hear Dana's voice rise with excitement and resolution, and they began to discuss a serious diet for her, and what sort of exercise equipment she might need. Soon after that she and Cathy got up to go in and change.

Alex turned on his computer again. After a minute of startup, the Master Control Program presented itself. He entered Stephanie's name, clicked for context, saw she was in the library. He got to his feet with fond thoughts of banging the leggy brunette against a shelf full of books.

He paused as he left the house, looking out on the patio, across the pool. Allison, still bikini-clad, was gathering her things. He admired her long, thin legs. When she bent over to pick up a towel, he could swear he could see the shape of her vulva pressing the sheer fabric of her bikini bottom. She stood again, turned, and saw him at the door. She smiled at him and waved. She was gorgeous. Her breasts were smallish, but firm and round. Her familiar face was so pretty, with a small, sharp nose, dark eyes… his semi-soft erection surged to full hardness.

Alex did an about-face and returned to his room, and entered Allison's name into the Control Program. Then he caught himself again. He couldn't do that to a friend! Not Allison!

He revisited his decision several times over the next few minutes. Alternately he would congratulate himself on having some ethics about his use of power, and then he would imagine Allison, naked, kissing him, rubbing her body against his, accepting his cock into her…

Soon he heard Cathy and Dana emerge and bid farewell to Allison. He heard her tell them she planned to change and walk back to her dorm. She wished Dana good luck and entered the house going into the bathroom with her things. Cathy and Dana left.

He felt incredibly horny. His cock was throbbing, urging him to find a partner to fuck. And Allison was right here. He called up his Super Seduction macro, and altered the line about increasing her horniness to an even higher level. Cock throbbing, heart pounding, he clicked the Send button to apply it to Allison. Soon she'd find herself growing hornier and hornier until she wanted sex ten times as much as she ever had before. And as soon as she set eyes on Alex, she'd realize how amazingly attractive he was, and how incredibly much she wanted him.

Then he caught himself. Earlier he had increased his own horniness to three times his normal level, before he went looking for Stephanie. No wonder his cock was so hard at the thought of sex with Allison. No wonder he found it so hard to resist using the Control Program on her.

On the other hand… what if he never used it on Allison? What if she met someone else and started dating him, sleeping with him? Alex felt churning jealousy in his heart when he thought of Allison kissing someone else, fucking someone else. Part of it was the sight of her lanky, naked form in the Program window, part of it was the thought of sharing the friendship and intimacy he had with her.

He liked Allison, she was probably his closest friend. Maybe now they could be friends with benefits. Entering more commands, he customized her perceptions so sexual contact with him would be four times as intense as normal, rather than the usually programmed three. He paused wondering what the effect of his changes to Allison's psyche might be, and then typed some more. Orgasms she experienced with him would also be four times as intense as normal. She certainly couldn't find a better sex partner than himself.

Heart pounding, almost trembling with excitement, Alex went out to the den and sat on the couch, grabbing a controller and starting a video game. Allison would be sure to see him when she left the bathroom.

He heard the door open and stepped into the den. Allison glanced at him as she entered. Hey Alex. she said.

Hey Allison. he nodded at her bag. Heading out?

Uh, yeah.

I'm going online to try and up my ranking, care to join me in doubles?

Oh. Sure! She set her bag down by the bathroom door. If you don't mind being carried by a girl.

Ha ha. Alex replied. In truth, back before the Master Control Program Allison had been better than him, as evidenced by a higher kill ratio whenever they played together. Now, though, It's been a while since we played together, I think you'll soon discover that I'm carrying you. He offered her a controller.

She took it and sat down next to him. Close. Closer than she had to, the couch was wide enough for three or four, but she sat so her thigh was just barely touching his. Let's go!

As he'd hoped, his Control Program enhanced reflexes allowed them to dominate the randomly assigned teams from across the internet. Damn Alex! Allison said, after a particularly brutal match where he'd been killed only once, scoring dozens of enemy kills.

After gloating over the numbers, he re-started the matchmaking, looking for a new pair of enemies to fight. He felt Allison looking at him. What? he turned to meet her gaze.

Nothing. I mean… did you get a new haircut, or something?

No. Why?

It's just… you look different, somehow.

I dunno. He turned back to the television screen, where their next game was about to start. Inwardly he felt a thrill of excitement, the Super Seduction Macro was taking effect, and Allison was suddenly finding herself attracted to him in ways she'd never felt before.

He was so excited by Allison's attention that he died several times in the first half of the match. Stupid mistakes. He re-focussed on the television screen, ignoring Allison's warm, attractive body next to his, her thigh was now firmly against his own, somehow she'd wriggled closer to him without his realizing. The smell of her, pool chlorine with overtones of girl, distracted him. Still, at the end, he managed to pull himself together and massacre the opposing team and secure a victory for Allison and himself.

Yes! Allison thrust her arms into the air, still holding the controller. Victory had been close. She turned to face Alex with a wide smile, face beaming. Her eyes met his and abruptly widened even beyond her triumphant gaze. Her hands slowly returned to her lap. Alex? What…?

Alex leaned closer to her, invading her space until he could feel her body's warmth against his own. He knew she was horny, super-horny, the Program had made sure of that. And it had also adjusted her values and mind so he was the most attractive person she'd ever known, ever hoped to know. And he liked her, a lot, and he was horny himself, and his painfully turgid erection reminded him that he looked forward to fucking her silly.

Are you okay? he asked her. He tilted his head to look more closely at her face. You look a little flushed…

Allison had tilted her head, and began to purse her lips, as if anticipating a kiss, when he moved his face toward hers. She said nothing, just looked into his eyes, when he hadn't. So Alex went ahead and kissed her.

Her lips were stiff for a moment, then softened, kissing him back hungrily. They pecked and nibbled at each other's lips. Alex put one hand behind her neck and the other reached behind her shoulder to pull her body against his. Her arms wrapped around him, one hand behind his head, the other at the small of his back. He could feel her warm flesh and soft breasts pressing against him. Allison, his friend, her warm, soft female body, pressing against him — he wondered why he'd never thought about sex with her before. He remembered how he'd fixated on her denim-clad ass, before he'd realized it was her. She was hot, sexy, lusting for him, writhing in his arms, his friend.

Oh God Alex! she moaned, breaking their kiss, tipping her face downward so her hair was in his face, still damp and smelling of chlorine. She drew back, loosening her arms to put some space between their bodies. She looked up at him with fear visible in her eyes. This is it, isn't it? she asked him.

Alex was confused. What?

Allison's eyes seemed fixated on his crotch. The girl's rapt attention made his cock swell in anticipation. This is what you did to those girls, to Dorothy Stephanie Ophelia, you made them feel like this. Abruptly she realized where her eyes were focused and wrenched them to look into his, her face starting to curl with panic. How did you make me feel like this? Alex? Why did you make me feel like this? Alex…? I feel so hot, so horny. Alex…? I want… God I want!

Alex felt a thrill of excitement and power, but pretended not to understand what was going on. Hey Allison, he said. I, just, you looked so beautiful there and I couldn't help but kiss you. He leaned away from her, to reassure her. What's wrong, what do you want me to do?

She looked at him, long and hard, up and down, eyes flicking across his body but continually returning to linger at his crotch. Again he felt a surge of blood from the caress of her gaze.

I just, I feel… she began, but couldn't finish. I want… she tried again. She leaned against him, arms crossed over her chest, until the side of her face and then her neck and her shoulder rubbed against his own shoulder and chest. I need you. she whispered against his collarbone. Oh God Alex I want you, need you…

I can do this… Alex told her. He moved one hand between their bodies to her breast, pressing it through her shirt, squeezing it slightly. She'd removed her bikini top, so only the thin fabric of her t-shirt separated his hand and her warm, female flesh. He wondered why he'd never done it before, Allison and her breasts were always around, but now, suddenly, they were sexual. Attractive. Luscious.

Allison gasped at his intensely pleasurable touch. Or I can do this… He slid his hand downwards, along her side, to cup her buttock, rubbing and squeezing, pulling to press her body against his. This time, as Allison gasped her eyes closed and mouth opened slightly.

Alex kissed her again, this time flicking her lips with his tongue, then easing it into her mouth she opened it wider, letting him explore her. Then she uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his back to pull their bodies together again. They made out this way for several minutes, Allison's tongue worked it's way into Alex's mouth while his hands roamed up and down her back, rubbing and squeezing from neck to butt.

She stopped again, pulling away from him to look at his face. Fear had returned. No. she said, This isn't real. It can't be real. Why do I feel this way? I never felt like this before, not about you What did you do? Alex, what did you do to me?

Alex didn't answer, but rubbed his hand against her shirt along her taut, flat midriff. His cock was throbbing with his horniness. He ached to push it into Allison's pussy and feel her cum around it. He wanted to make her feel good, if anyone deserved the transcendent pleasure the Master Control Program allowed, Allison did. She was a good, caring person. And oh-so-sexy. He slid his hand down to her waist, and then up under her t-shirt, rubbing and caressing her hot midriff, further up, stopping just short of her breasts. Do you like the way you feel?

Her face scrunched with conflicting emotions. Yes. she whispered. But I shouldn't. I don't understand. You've done something to me.

He slid his hand upward to cup her warm, soft breast, and squeezed it slightly. He mentally kicked himself for the years he'd spent not realizing that Allison even had breasts, wonderful breasts, warm and soft and just the right size to fit into his hand. Yet somehow he'd always thought that because she was such a good friend, such a good video game player, that she was just another one of the guys. Until last week when suddenly her jean-clad ass had aroused him and made him aware that Allison was an attractive, fuckable, female.

It went both ways. Good friends as they might be, Allison had never thought of him as a possible lover. Or sex partner. Or even a fuck-buddy. But now the Master Control Program had made Allison hornier than she'd ever been before, and adjusted her mind so he was the most attractive man possible… and here he was, sitting next to her, hands around her, on her, arousing her.

Of course, she was also smart enough, and aware enough, to realize that something strange was going on…

He slid his hand out from under her shirt and down to her crotch, pushing his fingers between her thighs and then up against their join. She gave a soft cry. The Master Control Program had enhanced her sexual pleasure at his touch beyond anything she'd experienced before. She trembled and she clutched him tightly. Did you like that?

Yes. her voice was soft. She looked downwards in embarrassment and shame. Her breath came in difficult gasps as he thrust his hand back and forth against the crotch of her shorts.

He wanted her. He wanted her so much that his cock felt like it might explode. He wanted her to want him, wanted her to want their joining as much as he did, wanted cock into pussy and friendship and understanding and orgasms! Over and over and over! He could do that for her! I can make you feel even better. he told her. Do you want me?

She looked at his face, clenched her jaw, and turned away from him. Her whole body was trembling. You made me want you, didn't you? Just like you did to Stephanie and Ophelia and Dorothy? Alex you can't pretend you didn't do something to me! She dropped her arms to her lap, hands curled into fists. Her trembling chin stiffened with resolve.

Alex began to worry. He knew she wanted sex, with him, even more than he wanted her, but she was resisting. But he liked Allison. She was his friend. He had to be honest. I did. he admitted, watching her face. But they liked it. They liked it a lot.

Her face twisted with tormented emotions. Her eyes were tearing up, and her voice was hoarse. And you did that to me? I thought we were friends ? What did you do to me Alex? Why did you do this to me? Her gaze twisted to his crotch, his chest, back to his face. There was a tear running down her cheek. God I want you, but you made me want you! Changed me! Change me back. Alex, please change me back! Don't do this. Don't do this to me. I'm your friend! Please!

Shhhh. Alex put his hand on her elbow. She didn't move away, but she did turn her face downward, looking away from him. He touched her hair with his face and whispered to her. You are my friend Allison. He touched her breast. She gasped and shook when he squeezed gently. Doesn't that feel good?

Yes. Her head was still down, she spoke the word at his chest.

He slid his hand down her shirt, stroking her flat belly, then slipped it into her shorts, into the bikini bottom underneath, across the thinly-furred cleft of her legs, pushing between her thighs, and ran a finger back and forth across her pussy lips. Allison's pussy lips. Allison's pussy.

The Control Program had made her aroused and horny, so her labia were swollen, hot, and wet. She clutched his chest, leaning against him, and moaned softly as pleasure flooded her body.

Then he moved his hand upwards, under her shirt, lifting it. Allison cooperated, raising her arms into the air so he could remove her t-shirt and expose her bare breasts. His free hand immediately went to her chest, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her hard, erect nipples.

Allison moaned with pleasure, then put her arms around his head to pull him into a deep kiss. He relinquished her breasts to hold her taut, warm body against his.

She pulled her head back, breaking their kiss, to look into his eyes. Alex, please?

Please what?

Don't do this.

Don't do what?

This. You did something to me, made me horny, made me attracted to you. Please Alex, we're friends. Don't make me into another one of your girls!

Do you want to leave?

When she didn't reply he kissed her again. She kissed back eagerly.

Shall we go to my bedroom? She didn't reply, but stood and followed him when he took her hand and led her down the hallway and into his room. She stood next to his bed while he shut the door. Her expression was a combination of anticipation and dread as her eyes scanned the windows, door, bed and then paused to linger, pupils widening, as they passed across Alex.

He kissed her again and her whole body was stiff in his grasp. Lips hard against his, back straining away from him in a final, half-hearted, effort of resistance. Then she paused. Her body trembled, and then relaxed against him. Her lips softened, and then she was kissing him back, eager once more, body tensing again but this time to slide its length against him.

Oh God Alex! she broke their kiss to whisper into his ear. Her whole body was shaking, with fear or excitement he couldn't tell. Alex, you've got to stop… Oh! He put his hands against her breasts, rubbing and kneading the flesh until her nipples jutted firmly into his palms. She didn't object as he proceeded to undo her shorts, exploring the bared flesh with his eyes and hands. He untied her bikini bottom and dropped it to the floor, leaving her completely naked. She didn't object when he pushed her towards the bed, she lay down, legs parted just slightly.

Alex studied her body while he quickly stripped himself. Allison, his beautiful, sexy friend was lying naked on his bed. He'd had other girls naked on his bed these past few weeks, but he found himself shaking with excitement and the sight of Allison, seeing her naked for the first time. His heart was pounding and his cock was achingly hard with eagerness to fuck her.

He admired her narrow, flat waist, flared hips, and thin, long legs, her gorgeous eyes, and cute face now gazing at him with an expression of mingled fear and lust. Her pubic hair was thin and fine, not hiding her swollen, wrinkled pussy lips. Swollen with excitement for him. He hurriedly yanked down his underwear, finally releasing his painful erection. Allison turned her gaze from his crotch to look straight up at the ceiling, but she smiled at him when he crawled over her, and wrapped her arms around his back.

She spread her legs wide, and he settled between them, using one hand to position his cockhead so it just nestled at her entrance. Allison whimpered softly as he stroked it up and down her slit. Alex, I… Oh… her voice trailed off as he pushed the tip into her, just parting her labia.

Are you ready? he asked her.

She looked into his eyes, nodded her head up and down, and gasped and made little, incoherent moans of pleasure.

Alex pushed his cock forward into her moist heat, just a little before it got stuck. Grunting, Alex shifted his weight and thrust harder. With a bursting sensation his cock slid through the barrier and most of the way into Allison's body. She gasped, her eyes opened wide in an expression of shock. This faded, gradually, as she focused on his face, watching him intently. Alex pushed the rest of his length into her. She sighed with contentment and closed her eyes in relaxation.

He fucked her leisurely, pulling out half his length before thrusting back to full insertion in long, slow strokes. Her hands pulled tighter and tighter across his back, her fingernails digging into his skin. Allison began to make soft noises of pleasure, gasping a loud Uhmm with his every thrust. Finally she choked, her whole body seized, and she came. Alex felt the tremors of her of her release beneath him, and thrust faster, harder, prolonging her orgasm and triggering his own. He erupted at maximal impalement, body arching into hers as deeply as possible. She shouted and shuddered again when she felt him flood her insides.

They lay like that, breathing hard as their orgasms faded. He watched her face. Her eyes opened, and looked into his. You never told me you were a virgin.

She blinked and snorted. Would it have mattered? Would it have stopped you from making me one of your… girls? she paused and shut her eyes as a spasm of pleasure rippled through her body, centered on the sensation of his still hard cock buried in her vagina.

Oh my God! she said again, sounding a bit desperate. What did you do to me Alex? It feels so good. Why does it feel so good? This can't be normal! She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Your cock, it's still hard but I, I felt you come… inside me. So deep so… And it's big, bigger than normal, right? I mean Cathy said — it feels so big, so far, so deep, so long…

At that point Alex pulled out, and Allison moaned at the sensation of his withdrawal. Completely outside he used one hand to rub his swollen glans up and down the lips of her vulva. Then he slid it back in again, eliciting a long sigh and moan from Allison as he slowly penetrated to the maximum again. He withdrew again, and she sighed again as he reentered her. Oh Alex. Yes! Her hands moved to the small of his back to hold him at full insertion. Feels. So. Good! she murmured. Alex I want… Fuck Alex! Happy! Love you. Love you Alex!

Soon he was once again rocking his length in and out of her pussy. Her body twisted and thrust against him, maximizing his penetration and the pressing of his pubis against her clitoris. Soon she gasped in pleasure at his every thrust, her voice growing louder and louder as her muscles grew stiffer, and her crotch ground against his. Finally she shouted her pleasure into a long, loud moan, broken by the spasms her body went through as it quaked in orgasm. When she finally inhaled, she immediately shouted again as yet another wave of orgasms swept her body. Alex managed to keep fucking her for several minutes, watching in amazement as she writhed and contorted beneath him, clasping his body to hers as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her.

Finally he closed his eyes to focus on the press and thrust of her female form beneath his, how her muscular belly lifted up against him, how she rubbed her breasts against his chest, nipples like pebbles rubbed against his skin. This was Allison, his good friend, thrusting her body against his, spasming with orgasm after orgasm, crying out with the pleasure of his cock inside her.

He luxuriated in the hot, wet clasp of her vagina around his cock, sliding and grabbing and pulsing and then he joined her in orgasm, jetting his pleasure into her depths. He continued thrusting, with less and less vigor as both his and Allison's pleasure passed. He felt his erection softening, and allowed it to continue.

He lay on his side to watch Allison and admire her fresh-fucked beauty as she gradually regained her breath and calmed down. She turned to face him, with less fear and more curiosity in her expression this time. Okay, now. That's just not normal, is it?

What's not?

She rolled onto her side to face him. Sex like that! Orgasms like that, that just keep going and going.

Alex smirked at her. I liked it too. he said plainly.

Oh I just bet. She glared at him suspiciously for a few moments. Then curiosity ruled her expression. Is it always like that with you? For all those girls?

They… seem to enjoy it, yes.

What did you do to them? To us… what did you do to me?

What do you mean?

Why do I feel this way? I've never felt anyone… I mean… we've been friends forever Alex. I never thought of you… that way. Then tonight while we were playing… so nice. So handsome. So…. she closed her eyes, shuddered briefly, and then continued. I was a virgin! That's why Isaac and I broke up, I wasn't sure I was ready. Now tonight, out of the blue I just happen to realize that good ol' Alex is the perfect man to break my hymen. And the sex! Everything you do to me feels better than I could have imagined, and those orgasms… it just kept going.

She took a deep breath, and rolled away from him on the bed, to place her feet on the floor. She stood up and turned to face him. Cathy thinks you might be drugging those girls… us. Or maybe hypnotizing… somehow.

What do you think?

I don't know! I mean, no, I know you didn't do anything like that, but I'm suspicious. My feelings are so different than they were just a few hours ago.

I didn't drug you, or hypnotize you.

I know. But you did something to me Alex. Just like you did to Dorothy and Stephanie and Ophelia. And like Cathy's friend's sister, Jennifer. You did something to them, and you did it to me. All of us! Alex, I thought we were friends!

We are friends, Allison. I… don't have an explanation for you. Alex told her. But, I thought we could be friends with, you know, benefits. You know… you had fun, right?

She considered. She paced across the room and sat on the edge of Alex's desk, legs together and arms crossed over her breasts. Yes.

He nodded. Then just enjoy it.

I don't have to have sex with you again?

Not if you don't want to. Don't you?

That's not the point! I should be free to choose who I… who I sleep with!

And so you are.

So I can leave if I want to?

I won't stop you.

Okay then. She sat on his desk, eying her clothes. She snuck a quick, guilty glance at Alex's crotch, then stared steadily at her shorts on the floor.

But… Alex said, finally.

Yes?

He got off of the bed and stood up. If you think you'd like to stay a little longer, and have sex again, I know that I would enjoy it.

At a thought his penis swelled and stiffened, rising up to stand out from his crotch. He watched Allison's face, her eyes were riveted upon his member as he slowly walked over to her. When just a couple feet away her gaze rose to his own, and he looked into her green orbs as he bent his body over hers. She was sitting on his desk, so his jutting erection made first contact against her taut abs, then slid upward along her smooth skin as his legs, hands and finally lips made contact with hers.

Allison gave a muffled sigh of pleasure and surrender. Her arms uncrossed to pull his chest against hers. He pushed her back onto the desk, pressing her breasts with his chest until he pinned against the hard, wooden surface. She was lying at an angle, with one leg still on the floor. He too kept one leg on the floor while the other slid and pushed against hers on the desk.

His penis was now fully erect and hard and sandwiched between their bellies. Alex pulled back his hips and adjusted his position and used one hand to guide himself to her entrance. Allison sighed and trembled with delight as once again his cock slid into her vagina.

He fucked her at a medium pace, using the leverage of his foot on the floor to thrust in and out with his entire length. Allison began to moan again, making a loud exclamation of pleasure at each thrust. He could soon feel her body begin to tense as orgasm approached. Then she came. And she came and she came and she came, shouting her joy and pleasure, thrilling him with a sense of mastery and control and care and concern and love while his good friend Allison spasmed on his cock.

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As Cathy returned from taking Dana to the mall, she heard the familiar sounds of female pleasure coming from Alex's open window. Stephanie or Ophelia she thought to herself, since Dorothy doesn't make noise like that. As she continued on she thought perhaps it might be Dorothy after all. It didn't sound exactly like Stephanie or Ophelia, yet it was still familiar.

She fixed herself some dinner, and was carrying it into the den to eat before the television. She froze, horror struck, when she saw Allison's bag next to the bathroom door, saw Allison's t-shirt on the floor in front of the couch. Oh God. Dread filled her stomach. She quickly put down her plate and walked briskly out to the tree outside Alex's window. She could hear clear, high exclamations of pleasure again, sounding more and more desperate as she walked. With two quick steps up into the tree she was peering into his bedroom.

Allison was on his desk, naked, and Alex was on top of her, fucking her. They each had a foot on the floor; their positioning, and her angle, gave her a clear view of Allison's crotch. She could see her friend's pussy lips wrapped around the shaft of her cousin's cock every time he withdrew, leaving only his glans inside her. Once more she was struck by its size as Allison made a gasping moan of delight every time he shoved it into her, only to pull it out again, shiny and glistening with her lubrication.

Her attention shifted to her friend's face. Allison's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, and her expression was of pure bliss. Abruptly her moans grew much louder. With a strained, grunting shout of release, she orgasmed. Alex kept thrusting and Allison kept shouting and twisting and cumming beneath him.

Shocked and horrified, with a feeling of sick loathing in her stomach, Cathy dropped to the ground. She could barely hear her friend's screams of ecstasy over the rushing sound in her ears. Dizzy, she stumbled to the front gate, opened it, and walked off into the night.

She was barely aware of her journey, and only regained some sense of control when she found herself in Terrie's apartment, telling her what she had seen. Terrie and her boyfriend, Jack, had been snuggling on the couch, watching a movie when she arrived, but her obviously distraught state convinced the two to end their date early, and Jack had left so Terrie could listen to Cathy.

This is so weird. Terrie said to her, once she had finished her story. Allison was actually fucking Alex? I thought they were just friends.

I, I don't think she had a choice! Cathy said, sobbing with shock and horror. This is all so strange. All of those girls, suddenly jumping into bed with Alex, completely out of the blue. And now Allison. I swear Terrie, I almost think he's made a deal with the devil, or discovered an aphrodisiac, or hypnosis or something.

Isn't that just a little science-fictiony? Terrie asked gently.

How else do you explain it? Cathy said, sounding exasperated. Who knows Terrie, you might be next. I know that you know that Alex has the hots for you. I'm pretty sure he knows you know too. If you hadn't left for your date with Jack it might be you fucking Alex's brains out.

Cathy, look, I know, once, after a little too much to drink, I said your cousin was good-looking. And he is. But honestly he's just not my type. Really.

Hell-o? Is he Allison's type? Or Dorothy's? Or Ophelia's? I tell you Terrie, there's something strange going on here.

Look, we can ask Allison. Talk to her. If he did do something to her, she'll tell us, don't you think?

Cathy sniffed, took a few deep breaths, and thought. I guess that's the next step. But I'm also going to talk with Alex.

Are you sure? You tried talking to him before, right?

Yes. But this time he's gone too far. Allison is my friend!

And his friend. And it's been a while since she and Isaac broke up. Maybe she…

No. That doesn't make sense. Something strange is going on here, and I'm going to find out what.

When Cathy returned home, Alex's room was dark and silent. Allison's bag was gone from the den, so apparently she had left. Worn out and tired, Cathy went to bed, taking care to lock the door of her room before drifting off into unrestful sleep.