Almost before Alex realized it, finals had arrived, the last trial before the break between semesters. For the first time that semester he was forced to prioritize his schoolwork before his sexual adventures. Still, his Master Control Program-enhanced mentality allowed him to catch up on class material and synthesize his studies like never before. He passed all of his exams with flying colors.
His Engineering Design project had prompted his professor to call Alex into his office. Alex had been worried until the instructor had enthusiastically explained that Alex's design equations for maximal support with minimum materials — given, granted, a combination of tensile and compressive strength unique to some of the newer concrete composites — were an order of magnitude superior the current standard. Plus, the results were aesthetically pleasing, with arching buttresses that incorporated the Golden Ratio.
He eagerly insisted that Alex work with him to publish the results first thing next semester, and passed him with highest possible marks.
Finals complete, Alex busied himself packing for a flight home for the holidays. The night before he left he and Cathy and Allison and Terry held a small party, with Glen and Jack. Cathy seemed nervous and disapproving, so Alex and Allison refrained from any displays of affection. Around 10 o'clock Allison left with Terry and Jack, saying goodbye to Cathy and Glen at the gate. The latter couple retired to their room, and Alex went alone to his own.
After just a minute, he heard the gate creak softly open and closed again, and then Allison shyly slid through his door.
Hey Alex.
Hey yourself gorgeous.
He quickly moved to take her in his arms and kiss her.
I didn't think Cathy would approve if I just stayed… Oh!
She exclaimed as his hand reached under her shirt to caress her breast.
What she doesn't know…
he murmured against her lips.
Right.
Allison's hands moved to his waist to undo his pants.
They stroked and undressed each other, Allison occasionally emitting muffled yelps of pleasure as he touched more sensitive areas. If you really want Cathy not to know
he said, as he lowered her panties to the floor, leaving them both naked, You're going to have to be quiet.
Allison giggled, and took his hand. She fell onto the bed, pulling him down after her. I'll try,
she said with mock solemnity, taking his firmly erect cock in her hands. But she's busy with Glen, right? Oh yeah…
she began to run his cock head up and down her hot, slippery entrance.
She grunted, stifling a moan of pleasure as he entered her. Alex began to fuck her, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, until she orgasmed. Her breath caught with silenced cries of delight as he continued to fuck her. He watched her face, felt her body heave beneath him, around him, and timed his actions to prolong her pleasure, sparking new orgasms just as the old faded. He managed to keep it up for what felt like a long, long time before coming himself, joining Allison in explosive, overwhelming pleasure.
He moaned with delight, almost a shout, as he was transported by orgasmic bliss. When he recovered his senses he opened his eyes, realizing that — aside from the slaps and slurps of their bodies moving together — his exclamation was the first sound he'd heard in a while. Allison was grinning at him. She giggled. I thought we were supposed to be quiet?
He just grinned stupidly and kissed her. He pulled out and cuddled next to her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her skin to his, and they drowsed in post-coital leisure.
It didn't last. Around 1am Allison woke, stretched, and got out of bed. I should go,
she explained. I can't be here in the morning, Cathy would freak. Especially after I made a point of leaving. I guess I should have just stayed, now she'd know I was deliberately deceiving her.
If you have to.
Alex got up to kiss her goodbye, and walked her to the gate. After promises to think about each other over the break, Allison left. Alex returned to his room and sat on his bed, thinking about Cathy, and Allison, and sex with Allison, and Cathy's problem with it.
It was inconvenient. Alex had previously decided not to alter Cathy with the Master Control Program. She was his cousin, his flesh and blood. Besides, it was good to have an external gauge of his behavior. The irritation Cathy caused, he realized, was just a manifestation of how far his activities had exceeded the boundaries of moral and acceptable behavior.
And yet he liked fucking Allison. He liked her, he liked being with her, talking with her, spending time with her. But more than that he loved her responsiveness to his sexual attentions, he achieved an incredible thrill of power and control when he fucked her into wave after wave of continuous orgasmic spasms. The paltry memory of her pussy's pulsing throbs sent his penis into full erection even now.
The Master Control Program was responsible. It's ability to manipulate reality had altered Allison's body and mind to react to intercourse with him beyond the normal limits of human sexuality. And she loved it too; when he made love to Allison she experienced more sexual pleasure and fulfillment than any other woman had ever felt. Surely that made up for how he'd taken advantage of her by editing her mind to suit his desires.
Didn't it?
Alex knew the justification was hollow. He also realized that knowledge of his own self-deception wasn't sufficient to keep him from continuing his relationship
with Allison, and he didn't like that. But even the moral ambiguity wasn't enough to keep him from enjoying restful night's sleep.
Late the next morning, as Cathy drove him to the airport, Alex felt the need to say something.
Look, Cathy. I feel like I ought to say something to you. I feel like I ought to apologize to you.
Apologize? For what?
For ignoring you. For… dismissing your advice. I have been kind of out of control this semester.
She made a Mmmph!
of mock disbelief. You think?
Yeah, I know, but… sex is sex. It's powerful. And I am male; don't I have an evolutionary pre-disposition to make with whomever I can?
Don't give me that bullcrap Alex. Dorothy, sure, she'll do it with anyone. Jennifer, Ophelia… I'll even give you them, because they're so beautiful. But Stephanie? Allison? Alex how could you take advantage of Allison like that?
I don't think your standards of beauty match up with mine, or even general male standards. Allison is just as beautiful, to me, as Jennifer or Dorothy. But I understand that's not the point.
"Look, Cathy, we're all human beings, which means we're all animals. Allison is a very attractive female human animal who decided she wanted to get laid, and I, as a male human animal, was — am — willing to lay her. As long as we both enjoyed it and accept the consequences, what's the harm?
Except that you're not just an animal Alex. You're a human being. Leaving Allison out if it you as a human, had a choice. You could have ignored her advances. You could have left her alone. You could have been happy with Stephanie, or Dorothy.
Ah. That's it, isn't it. Tell me, if I hadn't… been with Dorothy or Stephanie or Ophelia this semester, would you feel the same way about Allison and me hooking up?
You forgot Jennifer. But… no. If Allison had been the first girl you'd surprised me with, I guess I would feel different. Maybe. I don't know.
Yeah, well, look at it from my perspective, cuz. Has any guy you've ever heard of been so lucky, had so much opportunity?
A wry smile curved Cathy's mouth. I guess it's a fantasy come true for you, isn't it?
Like I've said Cathy, I'm not sure I understand it, but I sure enjoy it.
Well… okay Alex. I guess… I guess I owe you an apology too. I was surprised and confused, I didn't understand. With Allison I really did feel hurt and betrayed but she says… she said she really wanted to be with you and really enjoyed it. But I accused you of, well, of mean, evil things that are just impossible. I'm sorry for that.
"You're my cousin, you're my friend. You probably know me better than anyone in the world, including Glen. I like to think I know you just as well.
Cathy, I value your opinions more than you can know. Shit, that's why I started this whole conversation, isn't it? Please, let's keep being friends.
Cathy pulled into the airport drop-off lane, and helped Alex carry his bag to the curbside. Then she pulled him into a sisterly hug. Merry Christmas, Alex. Happy New Year and all that. See you next semester.
You too Cathy. You have fun back East now. Enjoy the 'skiing'.
Don't start on that Alex. Cross-country is just as legitimate as that crazy downhill stuff…
Except that we have superior Nordic skiing as well as alpine out west.
Yeah yeah, so you say.
Alex?
Yes?
About Allison, look, last night I could tell she wanted to stay. With you. And I could also tell she left because she knew I… knew I'd be upset. But next semester — if you and Allison — I won't, I'll try not to object.
Alex blushed. Um, thanks. Really I… um… Merry Christmas Cathy.
She smiled at him. See you next year Alex!
During the plane ride to Seattle Alex reflected upon his conversation with Cathy. He was happy that they'd reconciled; it would make both their lives happier and easier.
But he was also aware that she dismissed her accusations of mean and evil and impossible actions just because she recognized they were impossible. Except they weren't impossible. Using the Master Control Program he had altered the reality of several women's beings. He had changed their thoughts and feelings; their very selves to satisfy his own desires.
Cathy, his friend and cousin and external conscience had told him such behavior was mean and evil
. And yet he couldn't truthfully claim that he'd never do such things again, not as long as he held the power of the Master Control Program. Did that imply that he was mean and evil? That he was a rapist?
Alex was met at the terminal by his mother and father and younger brother Jared. They'd all hugged each other in greeting. Since it had been a full year since they'd been together, Alex's parents were particularly enthusiastic in their greetings. Jared also seemed to be in an especially good mood.
They recovered Alex's luggage and went to their car for the long drive north to Bellingham. After an hour they'd exhausted their store of small talk. Alex and Jared sat together in the back seat. It was dark, their mother dozed, and their father drove though the sparse I-5 traffic.
So Jared,
Alex asked in a soft voice, I've noticed your e-mails make a frequent reference to a certain 'Denise', do they not?
Yeah, well. She's my girlfriend.
So I'd assumed. Do I know her? Do I know anyone in her family?
No, she, her family moved to town last year. From somewhere in Ohio. She's a Senior too.
I believe her father's in the timber industry, some sort of harvest maximization specialist,
their father's voice spoke up from in front.
Parental interest was enough to halt their conversation about Jared's girlfriend. Instead they shifted to the High School that Alex had graduated from and Jared was about to graduate from, swapping histories of teachers old and new.
They got home late. Alex was pleased to discover that his room was just as he'd left it a year before; Jared had resisted taking it over, or at least his parents hadn't allowed it. He fell asleep quickly, feeling strangely comfortable.
It was almost noon when he awoke. Following his accustomed habit from years ago, Alex made his way to the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He was surprised when an attractive girl came up the stairs just as he passed the landing.
She blushed. Alex did not feel embarrassed, and he noticed his lack of discomfort with approval. His recent experience with the opposite sex had provided a severe boost to his self-confidence, despite its origin with the Master Control Program.
Hello.
Hi.
she said. You must be Alex, Jared's brother.
One and the same.
he said, looking at her with a smile he tried to keep from becoming a smirk, or worse, a leer. She was quite good-looking, with pleasant curves and a dazzling smile. You must be Denise, I've heard a lot about you.
Oh, Jared. Uh, good things, I hope?
The best. Umm, I was on the way to the shower… so if you'll excuse me?
Oh!
she blushed again harder, and he couldn't help but notice her gaze glance up and down his body. Sorry!
In the shower, Alex wondered about Jared and Denise, and wondered if his brother had succeeded in getting into her pants — an accomplishment exceeding himself, as Alex hadn't lost his virginity until getting together with Cassie his Freshman year of college. Then Alex chided himself for incipient jealousy of his younger brother. If Jared And Denise were getting it on, he should congratulate him. If they weren't, well, Alex had brought his laptop, carefully packed with his two Master Control Program discs. He liked his brother, and wanted him to be happy.
Alex enjoyed the rest of the day with his family. They'd delayed decorating the house until his arrival, so together they'd busied themselves unpacking seasonal garnishes and placing family ornaments upon a tree they'd purchased at the local supermarket parking lot. Denise had joined them throughout. Once, in the maze of parking lot trees, Alex had caught Jared sneaking a quick kiss with Denise. He pretended not to notice, though he was pretty sure both of them had detected his presence.
A few days passed. The Holidays proceeded. Christmas approached. The evening of the solstice their parents had retired early. After they had gone to bed, Alex and Jared sat on the living-room couch, looking at the tree which shined with flickering, multi-colored lights. Alex had exercised his still-novel powers of majority to purchase a bottle of whiskey, which he shared with his underage brother, swapping stories of Jared's athletic adventures and Alex's academic achievements.
Eventually Jared had demanded details of Alex's sexual relationships, and Alex had replied with details of Dorothy. His brother knew about the famous tennis star, who she was, and what she looked like, and was awed at the thought of his brother fucking the celebrity. Then he mentioned Stephanie. And then Allison. He didn't mention Ophelia or Jennifer, feeling that that would be pushing the bounds of credibility.
Jared had listened, half-impressed, half — (Alex was sure) — disbelieving. But after recounting his own experiences, Alex felt qualified to ask things of Jared. So… Denise.
Jared smiled quickly to himself, then stilled it before saying Yeah? What about her?
She's hot, brother mine. Have the two of you, eh…
What?
You know very well what. Have you?
Jared blushed furiously, beyond the flush alcohol had given to his skin. Ummm. Really? Ummmm. No. We haven't. She's, she's into the Ring Thing.
The what?
Ring Thing. No, I guess that started the year after you graduated. It's a high-school extra-curricular activity club. To persuade high-schoolers to a life of pre-marital abstinence.
Jared blushed again, eyes glancing to the floor. I never told you about it. I was a member Freshman year. I, uh, stopped going eventually. Lots of other guys did too, those people were really weird. Maybe, I think almost like a cult. So I quit. But, well, parts of it were fun. Lots of girls kept at it. Mom and Dad liked me being it in, and wanted me to go back until last year. There was a lot of controversy; the national 'Ring Thing' organization was funded and backed by some ultra-conservative Baptist churches, so they had to stop meeting on school property. But Denise kept going… she… says she doesn't want to go all the way until her wedding night.
Jared tilted his head back, draining his nearly full shotglass.
Ring Thing.
he said disdainfully. I think it's a carefully engineered social construct, designed around girl-oriented peer interactions, sprinkled with God-fearing good-girl/bad-boy morality. Eventually I realized they were full of shit. So did most of my friends. But not Denise. Not most of the girls.
He held his glass out. Alex refilled it. It doesn't make sense to me, not personally, but I suppose you can make sense of it Alex. What's that you told me about genler-gender-differential reproductive strategies? Whas your Engineering take on the 'Ring Thing'?
Alex didn't bother to answer, as Jared lapsed into unconsciousness. He carefully retrieved the shot glass and returned its contents to the bottle, lest their parents become concerned by the mysterious odors of an unfortunate spill.
The next day Alex woke hours before Jared. He spent the time with his parents, trying to explain the results of his Senior Engineering project. He was afraid that, in the end, all they retained was that he'd discovered a way to make stronger, prettier bridges. Upon reflection he decided that he could be happy with that. He knew his equations meant so much more, but his parents appreciated his accomplishments to the limit of their understanding. He realized that he should be, and was, content with that.
When Jared emerged from his room, still hung-over, they'd all gone out to see a movie, and then to dinner at a restaurant that had been a family favorite since Alex was in kindergarten. When they returned home Alex went to his room and started up the Master Control Program for the first time since returning home. Thinking of Christmas, family, and his parents, he targeted them with the program and altered their metabolism to halt aging at their current ages. He deleted a few cancerous pre-dispositions in their genomes, the same ones he's inherited from them, but left it at that.
He made the same changes to his brother's genome, but did not alter his metabolism, figuring that he'd likely want to age past High School Senior status. He did modify his brother's metabolism to optimize the conversion of alcohol, mediating the severity and length of a hangover. After a few minutes careful consideration Alex made similar changes to himself, to put a finite limit on his drunkenness, and avoid the repercussions of excessive drink.
The next morning, December 23rd, Alex and Jared went shopping for last-minute presents at the local mall. They spent half their time looking for gifts, and half gawking and mocking at the other mall-goers, especially the teens and pre-teens Alex categorized as Mall-rats
.
But then then encountered a quartet of mature, high-school girls that included Denise. Jared had to stop, and Alex with him, to say Hi!
to his girlfriend.
One of the other girls seemed familiar to Alex; his worrisome, back-brain tingling was confirmed when she said Hi Alex!
.
He recognized her. Jordan! I… I almost didn't recognize you. You've grown. You look great, I mean. How's David? A month or so ago he e-mailed that he was trying to get home this christmas, but I've heard nothing since.
David had been Alex's best friend throughout High School. Alex hadn't seen him in more than two years; David had elected to return to his parents' native India to attend University, living with his grandparents while he was there. David's younger sister, Jordan, had been an annoying peripheral to David's life while Alex had known him, but in the past four years she had developed into a distractingly attractive High-School Senior.
Yes!
Jordan said excitedly. Maybe even right now! He's flying standby out of Hong-Kong, so we don't know for sure. Mom and Dad went down to meet him at Seatac.
What if he doesn't make the plane?
Oh they've planned for that. If he makes it today they'll be here this afternoon. Otherwise they'll spend the night with friends in West Seattle, and go to the airport again tomorrow. They're almost funny; they haven't seen… none of us have seen David in two years!
As Jordan finished speaking Alex realized that Jared and Denise were finishing a low-voiced conversation between themselves with Maybe tonight
.
The four girls left them, and Alex couldn't help turning around to watch them leave. Jared chuckled at him. No use,
he said. They're all into the 'Ring Thing'.
.
Yeah, well,
Alex stammered. I've heard that these celibacy-vow cultists are more likely to engage in pre-marital sex. The negative side being that, unwilling to plan for it, they're more likely to get pregnant.
Jared didn't chuckle, he laughed aloud. Whatever. But they are hot, aren't they my oh-so-sophisticated college brother?
Humph. Uhh, who was the blond?
Ohhhh uhhh!
Jared thrust his hips and moaned with exaggerated exasperation. Don't you wish, bro, don't you wish. Even if it's true, if you did do three different girls last semester,
that
was Cairlyn. Everyone wants Cairlyn. Noone gets Cairlyn; she's another 'Ring Thing'-er.
"Except, well, last year she went to the state Math competition with Colin. Supposedly they got together then… but Colin graduated. I think he's at Cal-Tech now.
What kind of name is 'Cairlyn'?
It's a nickname. I think she chose it. We were in the same Fourth Grade class then, when she decided it was 'cooler' than Carolyn.
And, the other blonde? Darker, big hair?
Oh. That was Cindy. She's probably genuinely religious. Even if Cairlyn isn't a virgin, I'd still bet Cindy is. Her whole family's into that Southern Baptist religious crap.
Oh. Hmmm. Hmmmmm.
Humm all you like, brother mine. There isn't any way that you'll get into the pants' of fine bitches like that.
Alex smiled, then laughed. So you say. But let's finish our Christmas shopping, no?
That afternoon Alex was feeling particularly horny. He left home, ostensibly to continue his last-minute shopping, in the car that had been his since he'd received his license, but now belonged to his brother. That was okay; Jared had declined to accompany him, privately confiding that Denise was supposed to drop by.
Alex's drive was short. It ended up outside his friend David's house. Calling up the Master Control Program on his palm-top computer, he asked for a personality map of the local area. Only Jordan showed on the readout. Evidently David's flight had been delayed, and his parents were spending the night in downtown Seattle. Jordan was home alone.
Until two cars drove up, and Jordan's friends arrived. First Cindy and then, (Alex's heart began to thump even faster, if that was possible) Cairlyn. He sat in his car, admired Cairlyns feathery-blond hair and tight, jean-clad ass, and wondered what changes to reality he should exert though the Master Control Program.
So far he'd confined his sexual conquests to one at at time; he decided it was time to expand his exercise of power. Cairlyn was ultra-hot. Jordan had grown up into an extremely attractive young woman. Even Cindy was good-looking enough to draw his attention by herself. He decided to fuck all three of them.
His previously defined macros weren't appropriate, but they would serve as a basis. He turned on the utility light in his car and bent over his iPod, carefully scripting the command macro he wanted. Using his previously successful seduction macro he created a new one, so that the target
At that moment, he had an epiphany. He realized that using the Master Control Program in ways that threatened reality were sudden, abrupt alterations to the way of being. Similarly quick alterations to an intelligent individuals personality were hazardous to the integrity of that personality. Perhaps there was a connection?
Before executing the macro, he thought some more and realized he'd need more than the usual ‘no jealousy’ commands. He re-opened the command series and added additional parameters.
Two hours until full effect. As he sat in his car, parked on the street, he wondered. He'd increased their horniness to three times the natural maximum they'd experienced before. He realized that, in the future, he must restrict such 'multiple' modifications to their natural level of horniness, unmodified by the Master Control Program. Briefly puzzling through the menus of his palm-top he decided he'd need to access the main program to set defaults for such conditions. For the moment, though, his portable control macro should work.
Time passed. Alex sat in his car, wondering at what he'd done to the three girls in the house before him. They'd be horny for him, eventually willing to do any sexual act he suggested to satisfy that horniness. And while he knew he could will his penis to erection, he wasn't certain he'd feel up to all three of them. He called up himself on his palm-top interface to the Master Control Program. He raised his own horniness to be twice as horny as he'd ever been, naturally. before. Then, before hitting the Send
button, he decided it would be prudent to put a time limit on such changes to himself. Plus he figured that, for simple justice, he ought to make himself as horny as any of the girls he'd just modified. He entered commands to limit changes to sexual appetite: his horniness would gradually increase to three times normal over the course of two hours. It would continue at that level for four hours, then taper off to normal, the effect of zero changes, over the course of an hour. Then he tapped the Send
button.
Naturally, nothing happened. Alex realized that he ought to wait at least an hour, for the effects of the Master Control Program to gradually infiltrate the mentalities of his latest victims — and stimulate himself as well, since he'd chosen the same, gradual course.
Alex spent the time at a small-scale cell-phone outlet, determining the digital capabilities of the high-end devices, and wondering — since the Master Control Program was only a metaphor after all, if it were possible to Control and Modify someone remotely over a simple telephone call. After a long discussion with the salesman Alex realized his advice was useless. At this time of year, at least, he worked for a commission on his sales.
As soon as he gave up on a wireless phone, Alex realized that he felt horny. He was aware of a faint, pleasant tension in his groin, his thighs, in the muscles of his belly, lower back, and buttocks. His penis swelled slightly within his trousers, sparking pleasant fantasies that quickly converged on an arranged reality.
As he drove back to David's family's house his penis tented his pants; he felt an overwhelming urge to thrust it into welcoming female flesh. Fortunately he knew there were three receptive girls right near by. With a thought his cock deflated and shrank. It wouldn't do to appear too eager.
He put his iPod in his pocket, got out of the car, and went to knock on the familiar door of his friend David's house, where he knew Jordan and her friends were waiting for him — whether they knew it or not. Even as he walked to the door his penis swelled with anticipation; once more he forced it back to an only slightly engorged state.
Jordan felt tingly all over as she re-joined Cairlyn and Cindy. They'd been discussing what Denise had told them: she'd planned — as Jared's Christmas present — a blow-job. Denise hadn't been sure if it was allowed under the Ring-Thing rules, and her friends were shocked and mixed in their opinions. Jordan had told her that they'd vowed not to have sex before marriage; oral sex wasn't quite the same as vaginal sex; it couldn't create a baby, after all, and so was permissible — if she thought she might marry Jared some day.
Cindy held the opposite view, that any orgasm produced by sex, wether oral, vaginal or anal (though she'd blushed at even mentioning the last) was sex, to be reserved for the bonds of God's Holy matrimony.
Cairlyn had argued that the 'Ring Thing' philosophy was, confessedly, designed to combat the sexual urges of young men and women. They'd followed those guidelines when they were young, but now they were older. Perhaps, as they matured, the philosophy of absolute abstinence was less supreme?
Jordan had felt a bit scandalized, but not surprised. She wasn't certain that Cairlyn was not a virgin, but all the rumors deemed it likely. As they sat together in her rec-room, debating the philosophy and motivations of 'Ring Thing', she found herself wondering what David's friend, Alex, would advise her.
Denise had seen him half-naked, and admiringly described his bare, muscular chest to them all after they'd run into him together at the mall. Jordan found herself fantasizing about Alex, and linking those fantasies to years-old memories of her brother's friend.
When their gossip about Denise had ended Jordan sat down with her friends and prepared the video they'd gathered to watch. A sci-fi flick, she'd heard, with Natalie Portman and Ewan MacGregor.
Soon they were busy regaling each other with other movies Ewan MacGregor had been in, his sexiest scenes, and generally agreeing that he was a major hunk. They reached a consensus that he was sexiest together with Nicole Kidman in 'Moulin Rouge'.
You know who's a hunk,
Cindy said suddenly. Jared's brother, you know, from the mall today.
Alex?
Cairlyn asked. Why do you think? You've never even met him before.
Neither have you.
Jordan inserted. But I have. He used to come over all the time, to visit David. He and David are friends. He was always nice. He used to… never mind.
Oh no, he used to what Jordan?
Cairlyn asked. You can't start a statement like that and then drop the details.
Jordan blushed. Cairlyn was expressing an obvious interest in Alex, and she found that somehow exciting. Cairlyn was so beautiful, probably the hottest girl in the whole school. At the same time she felt proprietary jealousy; she thought Alex was a hunk, too, and she'd known him longer.
Oh, well, when I was little, he used to take my bear, Mister Blaster, and hold him up high where I couldn't reach. Then, when I started to cry, he'd take Mister Blaster and tickle me with him.
"Eventually, well, I used to make a fuss about Mister Blaster just so he'd tickle me.
Ooooh! So you've liked him for a looong time!
Cindy taunted.
I do not!
Jordan's face felt hot now. He just, he just knew how to manipulate me when I was little, that's all.
Mmmmmm.
Cairlyn said.
Manipulate. What would it be like; what would you give for him to
manipulate
you now?
What do you mean?
You know what the latin meaning is? Well, honestly, I don't. But in French 'main' means 'hand' so I'd guess manipulate means 'control with hand'. Now how do you suppose he'd go about that?
Wow.
Cindy said. I wonder what it's like?
What what's like?
Jordan asked her. In the back of her mind, she knew what Cindy was talking about, and wondered herself.
Cindy blushed. Alex… you know, Alex's… thing. His penis.
Cindy!
Jordan said, blushing to herself because she hadn't been thinking about that. Instead she'd remembered Alex's tickling, and imagined how it would feel today, rubbing Mister Blaster against her breasts, and down her tummy, and then against her womanhood…
Oh come on Jordan,
Cairlyn said. If you were going to have a guy, you know just take one, to be yours and satisfy your pleasure with, wouldn't he be, you know, nice?
Jordan felt a strange, sexual thrill when Cairlyn stroked her hands upward, from her belly, across her breasts. Cairlyn had such nice breasts; even back in Junior High she'd developed before the rest of them, and now her tits were so round and firm… What's more, she felt a strange sense of possession. Alex was hers. Hadn't she felt, well, a crush on him before any of the others? And yet Cairlyn, beautiful Cairlyn, the envy of every girl in school, was expressing a desire for her guy? At least, the guy she'd noticed first?
So, does he have a girlfriend Jordan? Do you know? Has David said anything? Has Jared?
Cindy's voice seemed stressed, and Jordan noticed that her face was flushed. She hoped that her own face, feeling cooler, looked more in control.
I don't know… let's just watch the movie.
She reached forward to start the DVD, "Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones". After the familiar John Williams fanfare and text scrawl across the screen, they watched as a spaceship landed, exploded, and a Jedi investigation began. Then the doorbell rang.
She went to answer it. It was Alex.
Hi Jordan!
he said. Did David make it home?
She felt dizzy. She looked at his face, his chest. She forced her gaze away from his crotch back to his eyes and felt light-headed — and horny. No Alex. Sorry. Mom called earlier; he's stuck in Hong Kong. He couldn't catch the flight he wanted so he'll try again tomorrow.
Oh, too bad. Well, tell him I'm in town when he gets here.
He turned to leave, and she felt a strange surge of panic.
Wait!
she said. We're watching a movie; 'Attack of the Clones', have you seen it?
He smiled. A few times. But… With you, I'd be willing to watch it again.
She moved aside as he entered, closed the door behind him, and followed him downstairs to the family recreation room. She felt a surge of exhilaration at his words For her
he'd re-watch a movie that she knew from reviews was ashamedly sub-standard. When she led him down to the rec-room she felt a sense of dismay and jealousy as Cindy and Cairlyn chirped and squirmed to make room between them on the couch, then she resumed her own place on the lounge chair to watch the movie.
Watching the movie didn't last long. It couldn't hold her attention. The special effects could not compensate for the drab dialogue. Eventually, in the movie, the male Jedi lead was trying to impress Natalie Portman by levitating a piece of fruit with the the power of the force, and Natalie, supposedly a strong and independent female character, was not upbraiding him as an immature show-off. Cairlyn guffawed, and Cindy giggled.
Loser.
Jordan proclaimed.
Well sure,
Alex said. But he's got the force with him. Mind over matter. All matter. Including her body. Suppose, at the same time, he's using his mind to do this.
At those words he slid his hand between Cairlyn's legs, sliding his fingers up and down against her groin. Jordan was paralyzed, shocked at what she was seeing. Cindy watched his hand, wide-eyed. Cairlyn inhaled sharply, and parted her legs slightly. Eyes closed she allowed Alex to rub his fingers up and down against the fabric covering her sex. Just barely,
he continued, not enough that she's sure it's him, just enough that she feels hot and horny and ready while he's sitting across the table from her.
Alex!
Jordan exclaimed. She knew what he was doing was wrong. At the same time she felt her own pussy surge and ache as she wondered what his hand felt like.
Sorry Jordan.
he said. His hand left Cairlyn's crotch and he stretched his arm around her shoulder. His other arm went around Cindy's shoulder, and they both snuggled against him. Jordan found herself wondering exactly what he was apologizing for.
As the movie progressed Cairlyn and Cindy both began leaning more and more against Alex. Their hands met, fingers interlaced between his legs, thumbs disturbingly pressed against the bulge at his crotch. Their foreheads rested against his jaws. cheeks against his shoulders, ribs against his torso, and ample breasts just rubbing against his hard chest. When Anakin Skywalker woke from a nightmare, topless, Jordan couldn't help looking at Alex's torso. Neither could the others. Denise says you're pretty ripped, Alex.
Cairlyn said. Her hand slid under his shirt, rubbing back and forth against his abs. Jordan felt another surge of jealousy when she saw Alex staring at Cairlyn's face, mouth parted, obviously turned on. Can we see?
He raised his arms wordlessly, and Cairlyn lifted his shirt. Jordan felt a tingly sensation as she saw his muscled chest and arms and abs, and another twinge of jealousy as Cairlyn rubbed her palm across Alex's pectorals.
Then Cindy reached over to stroke her fingers up and down Alex's bare torso, from his collar bone, down over his nipple, along his abs to the hem of his jeans, and then back again. Alex closed his eyes, sighed, and put his arms back around both girls, pulling their bodies against him again.
Jordan felt frustrated. She felt incredibly turned on, hornier than she could ever remember. And she felt jealous; she knew Alex from way back, it was her house. She stood, abruptly, and quickly went upstairs to her room. She found Mister Blaster, guarding her chest-of-drawers. After a moments hesitation she quickly pulled her bra from beneath her top, her tits were firm enough to do without, and now her erect nipples were highly visible through the fabric of her shirt. She returned downstairs quickly, afraid of what might have happened in her absence.
She needn't have worried. The three of them were leaning together, watching the movie again, except that now both Cairlyn and Cindy had a hand flat on Alex's bare chest.
Jordan didn't pay much attention to the rest of the movie. There was action, and extraordinary special effects, but she couldn't divert her attention from Alex, and how close and intimate he was with Cindy and Cairlyn. Their hands remained between his legs, close to his crotch. Their faces leaned against his, his arms stretched around their shoulders, pulling their torsos against his so his fingers traced up and down, back and forth, against the outer edges of their breasts.
The movie ended. Without any excuse to look elsewhere, Jordan found herself staring at Alex's face and bare chest. She ached at the sight of her friends' hands flat against his taut abs and chest.
Fair's fair.
said Alex. I'm topless, what about you?
Without a word Cairlyn grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her ample breasts. Both Jordan and Cindy watched, agape, as Alex, eyes fixed on Cairlyn's mounds reached to squeeze and rub the globes of soft flesh. Cairlyn gasped and moaned with delight as he kneaded her.
Cindy made small, inexplicable noise, and removed her own top. Jordan felt the sudden urge to follow, stripping off her own shirt, displaying her breasts and tummy for Alex's approval. She wanted him to notice her bare breasts, see that she was no longer the immature girl that had teased him years before. She wanted him to put his hands on her bare breasts just like he was doing to Cairlyn.
She got up from the chair, and sat down on the floor before Alex and Cindy. She put her hands on his lap, resting them on his muscular thighs. She mentally urged him to notice her breasts, her body, her femaleness, her womanhood.
He noticed. His hands left Cairlyn, one to gently stroke and tweak Jordan's nipples, one to cup and squeeze Cindy's left breast. They whimpered in unison, then quickly glanced at each other with guilty alarm. Then they smiled, and closed their eyes, and enjoyed the incredible, wonderful feeling of Alex's hands on their tits.
You're pretty hard,
Cairlyn said. When Alex's attention had gone to Cindy and Jordan, her hand had reached down to his pants, rubbing the bulge of his erection. Shall we take a look girls?
Jordan felt a surge of warmth and lust to her groin at the thought. She opened her eyes. Oh yeah.
she said. Cindy only whimpered again. Cairlyn unfastened his trousers, and Alex lifted his hips to help her slide them away. Then Jordan, heart pounding, found herself helping Cairlyn pull down Alex's underwear, allowing his cock, his long, stiff, straight cock, to spring free.
Ohmigod!
Cairlyn exclaimed. It's huge!
Is it?
Cindy said breathlessly, eyes riveted. She'd never seen one before, not even on the internet.
Jordan had seen a cock, in a movie at least. One had been playing in a side room at a party once, she'd seen a quick glance before turning away, blushing. Her memories really weren't sufficient for a comparison. So she found herself staring at Alex's long, fat, hard erection, found herself wondering how it could ever fit up inside her.
Then she realized Cairlyn was stroking her fingers up and down its length. She looked to Alex's face, his eyes were closed. He was obviously enjoying the sensation. Jordan looked at Cairlyn, and her gaze was fixed on Alex's penis with a look of anticipation and ownership.
I'll get a ruler.
Jordan found herself saying. She felt stupid, but also felt the need to do something while Cairlyn stroked her hands up and down the marvelous treasure from Alex's pants. She wanted, she needed his attention back on herself. She grabbed a plastic ruler from her homework stash by the television.
Alex smiled at her as she returned to place it at the base of his cock, and then, then she reached her hand forward and grabbed it with her fingers. She felt an electric surge from her hand to her breasts to her pussy; it was the first time she'd ever touched a man's member, a man's penis, a man's cock. She felt dizzy again, even nauseous, but aware that Cairlyn and Cindy were watching her, she held Alex's erection against the plastic ruler.
It's metric.
she said, eyes not quite able to focus on the gradations, constantly looking at the fleshy shaft, the swollen glans, the flaring corona. Umm. Twenty-two centimeters. Um. Ohh.
she found her fingers gently tracing up and down Alex's length, taking delight in his obvious tremors of enjoyment. She felt a sense of power at her ability to make him feel so good. She felt another surge of heat to her pussy, and wondered what it would feel like to have that shaft inside her. Then she thought about her Ring Thing vows, to remain chaste until marriage. Fuck 'em.
She let go of Alex's penis, the first erection she'd ever seen or touched, and felt a core of burning resentment and disappointment inside her. Stupid Ring Thing,
she thought, Stupid vow. But I guess I can't, I have to wait…
Alex spoke. Thanks Jordan, that felt… nice.
She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, though she couldn't tell if it was for what she had or hadn't done. You've certainly… uh… grown up.
He blushed. I mean, Jordan, you're a very attractive woman.
Jordan felt herself blushing at his words, even more because he'd blushed himself. He remembered! He thought she was attractive, just like she thought he was… then words failed her thoughts.
He was naked. She was topless, and she couldn't halt her eyes from roaming up and down his body. Somehow he was the sexiest, most attractive man she'd ever seen. His beautiful face, rippling abs, taut, slender legs. And his cock. Her eyes and hands kept going back to his cock, memorizing and feeling its size and shape and wondering…
With an effort of will she sat back from him, and stood up. She looked at Alex. I'm being rude,
she said. You're the only one naked here.
Her hands went to her jeans and began to undo the buttons. She pushed them past her hips, her panties followed. She kicked them behind her towards the television — which had begun to cycle through the movie again — and stood before him, intensely aware that he was examining her naked body.
Cairlyn wasted no time slipping her skirt, and then her panties, down her waist. Cindy looked at each the two of them, hesitated, and then stripped off the rest of her own clothing. Alex watched approvingly. Whenever he glanced at her Jordan felt the stroke of his eyes ranging up and down her slim, trim form.
Jordan looked at Cairlyn's crotch, where Alex was carefully, gently tracing the folds of her swollen pussy. She felt a surge of impatience and jealousy, wondering how it felt and wanting to feel it herself. Or more.
With a shock of realization Jordan realized what she wanted, what was going to happen here tonight. Ring Thing be damned. Silly vow be damned. Her body assured her that previously unsuspected rewards were a mere twenty-two centimeters away. She grabbed Cairlyn's arms and pulled her up and off the couch. My house,
she told her. I get him first.
She put her arms around Alex's neck and pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard. It felt even better than she'd hoped, and when his tongue pushed against her lips she opened her mouth to him, simultaneously parting her legs before his probing hand. Tongue and fingers sent blasts of unprecedented, irresistible pleasure into her very being. She rotated around, lifting and then sliding her legs behind Alex and Cairlyn and Cindy, until they were forced to stand up. Then she slid her torso down to lie on the couch, and spread her legs, exposing her naked, burning pussy.
Alex knelt between her legs lowered his chest over hers. She felt his hand moving between them, taking his cock, directing it, pressing it against her labia. She knew what was about to happen. Once, in a formal ceremony, she'd sworn to postpone it until she celebrated her wedding night with her husband. But back then she hadn't felt the thrills of desire and promised pleasure that rushed through her being. It felt right. Alex felt right. His face descended to hers, he kissed her. She kissed back. Without thinking her lips and teeth parted before his tongue, just as his cock slipped into her burning, welcoming pussy.
And that was more pleasure than she'd ever imagined.
Alex groaned into Jordan's mouth as his cock slipped into her warm, welcoming grasp. He remembered her as an annoying pest long ago. Now she was grown, a woman, a hot and beautiful woman, and the Master Control Program had made her want him, and he was fucking her. He fucked in and out, in and out, with long, smooth strokes. Soon Jordan was thrusting back at him. He began to fuck harder, bellies slapping audibly. Then her body tensed, arched, and thrust, and Jordan came. And came and came and came, crying and grunting with pleasure as her body spasmed with release. Alex joined her, gushing his orgasm into her depths, but kept thrusting away with no pause in his pleasure or desire.
Finally Jordan's spasms of delight ceased, and she lay still in languorous stupor. Alex withdrew, still horny, buttocks and thighs still tingling with the memory of delicious, wonderful, thrusting.
More. He wanted more. He felt so horny. He wanted more sex, more pleasure, more girls to fuck.
His eyes roved to Cindy and Cairlyn. They'd watched he and Jordan with obvious arousal. Cairlyn's hand gently stroked back and forth across Cindy's breast; her eyes met Alex's with mischievous intent. Who's next?
she asked rhetorically. She shuffled forward on her knees and grabbed Alex's erection, still slick with Jordan's juices, in one hand.
Your turn Cindy!
She pulled on Alex, leading him from the couch as she shuffled back across the floor, pointing his hard-on towards the join of Cindy's legs.
Oh!
was all Cindy could say in surprise and protest as Alex and Cairlyn pushed her flat onto the floor. Wait!
she said, as Alex positioned his body above hers. Cairlyn had let go of him to lie on the floor next to Cindy, watching them. I'm a virgin! Ring Thing!
she moaned as Alex brushed his lips along her throat, gently touching her pointed breasts with his chest.
I made a… vow!
she managed to protest as Alex reached between them to rub his glans up and down her slit. Ring thing! No sex until marriage! Oh God!
The last exclamation came as Alex's mouth descended to suckle at her nipple.
Do you really want that?
Cairlyn asked in a languid tone of voice.
Yes! I mean… Uuuuhhh!
she moaned as Alex pressed his cockhead hard against her clitoris. I don't know!
she whimpered. It feels so good! I'm just so horny! I want… but I can't!
She began squirming underneath him, pressing her breasts into his chest, rippling her taut abs against his, rubbing her pubic hair against his maddeningly hard cock. Alex grabbed Cindy's hands, pulled them away from his chest and held them against the floor above her head. He looked down at her face. Ready?
She just moaned in fear and pleasure and anticipation. He pressed his cock into her, but was quickly stymied by a firm barrier. He shifted his weight, and thrust forward again. Still he was barred, but this time Cindy shouted in protest.
Oww! Oh no. Please don't… Stop!
Please don't stop?
he asked her. Okay.
After all, Allison had been a virgin too, and he liked Allison, trusted her, probably loved her. But he'd still fucked her.
Cindy's pussy lips felt hot and slippery around Alex's glans. He ached to feel more of her depth. He shifted his arms and torso forward, until his chin was level with Cindy's forehead, then he clenched his buttocks, arched his back, and forcefully thrust forward once again. He could almost hear the tearing, ripping vibrations as his member burst through her hymen. Any noise was masked by Cindy's high scream of mingled pain and satisfaction as he sank into her smooth, slippery pussy.
Fully impaled, Alex rested there for a long moment. Cindy inhaled with huge gasps, pressing her erect nipples into his chest, and then sniffled. Alex looked down to see tears running from her closed eyes. Eventually her sobs ceased and tears stopped. You okay?
he asked her. He wondered if he really cared.
No!
she said. He pressed into her a little further, pushing his pubis against hers, putting pressure on her clit. She gasped again. Maybe.
she admitted, finally. That feels nice.
Alex pulled out, very slowly, then re-entered, just as slowly, all the way until his pubis was against her clit again. He repeated, slowly re-adjusting his weight so he could fuck her in and out with his full length. Eventually Cindy moaned, and her hips began to tilt back against his, involuntarily moving to increase her own pleasure and penetration, maximizing his as a side benefit.
Her breathing grew faster and faster, the tension in her muscles increased. Soon she was arching her back, pressing her body against his, her crotch against his, her pussy onto his cock. God yes!
she hissed. Oh Sweet Jesus yes!
Then she came, body trembling, arms squeezing, pussy throbbing. He held still, fully impaled, while she moaned and shook beneath him.
When he withdrew, she lay still, face a confused mixture of pleasure and guilt.
Alex hadn't come. Still feeling incredibly horny, he turned to Cairlyn. She was sitting in a lounge chair, naked, fingering her pussy while she'd watched him fuck her friend. Your turn?
he asked her, eyebrows raised.
Mmnnh yeah!
was all she could say as he crouched down, positioning his body above hers. Her hands reached to grab his slippery cock aiming it down to her spread and ready hole. She moaned as he entered her, all the way in a single stroke. Her knees, lifted and apart, contracted against his ribs to hold him against her.
Alex began to fuck, first slowly, then quickly. Because of her position she couldn't move her hips or body to fuck back, but she didn't need to. That same position made her ultimately available to him, and he pounded her with hard strokes. When she came, she screamed loudly. He came too, but continued pistoning in and out of her slick wetness until she came yet again, harder and louder and longer.
Alex pulled out, still hard, still horny. Lust fogged his vision. He wondered if Jordan was ready for another round. He turned towards the couch, and she was. She'd been sitting there, fingering her breast and cunt while watching him and Cairlyn. He smiled at her. She smiled back. He shuffled over to her, on his knees, cock positioned at just the right height to enter her receptive womanhood.
It took longer this time, both of them had already orgasmed, but soon Jordan was coming again and again and again as she cried and moaned and spasmed. Just as her orgasm trailed off, Alex came himself, spewing inside her, and the sensation sent her over the top once more. Just as she was coming down from her long, draining, satisfying orgasm, a voice came from the door to the rec room.
Hey Guys, sorry I'm… Jordan!? What are you…? Alex!? What… Cairlyn, Cindy… why are you all… what's going on?
Denise was at the door. She looked incredulous. Alex felt panic and fear, he sat back and stood up, cock leaving Jordan with an audible Pop!
. He lunged across the room and scrabbled at his discarded pants, pulling his iPod from the front pocket.
Denise stood dumbfounded. Jordan! You were… fucking Alex… Ring Thing! Cairlyn! Cindy! Did they… did you? Have… sex? With Alex?
Denise's gaze took in the whole room, the naked, just-fucked forms of her friends.
With a single tap his iPod woke from sleep mode. He felt a wave of relief when he saw the interface to the Master Control Program. He tried to enter Denise's name in the Subject
field. Twice. But he was too excited, his hands too nervous, to type out the letters of Denise's name. In desperation he activated the surround map, then tapped on the icon representing his brother's girlfriend.
The interface changed, showing an image of Denise in the subject box. Alex quickly tapped on the macro he'd used on the other girls, to activate that set of changes. He deleted the line about taking effect over the course of two hours, and then tapped Send
.
Denise paused, standing absolutely still as the fundamental nature of her mind and emotions and personality was overwritten by the Master Control Program. Then she looked at Alex with a new, strange, expression on her face.
Alex relaxed, and then considered. Denise was Jared's girlfriend, and he had just altered the nature of reality so that, virgin or no, she lusted after him and wanted his cock in her pussy. He looked at her face, and then looked at her body, concealed and yet revealed under strategically tight clothes. She was hot. He was horny. Alex realized that, brother's girlfriend or not, he couldn't resist. He was going to take Denise just like the others.
At least
he thought to himself, I can make her enjoy the experience even more than the others.
Now feeling calmer, he called up the virtual keyboard and entered more commands on the Master Control Program.
Alex put his iPod on the floor with a sense of relief and anticipation, then stood to look at Denise. Alex!
she asked. Why are you… why do I feel so…
her question trailed off.
Alex smiled at her, while his gaze ran up and down her body, then focused on her face. He wanted her. And the Control Program had just made her want him. His eyes roved across her generous breasts, her slim, flat waist. He could imagine his hand against them all, in anticipation.
She, too, was looking at him with new appreciation, eyes looking up and down across his naked form, ever returning, and then darting away, from his penis, thrusting forward from his groin.
He stepped forward to take her hand, to lead her around the couch to stand in front of it. Jordan considerately got off the couch, going to sit on the floor where Cairlyn and Cindy were tentatively, softly, kissing each other.
Alex stepped close to Denise, and put his hand on her hips. She shivered, and then leaned into him, proud, pointed breasts pressing against his chest, thighs against his, groin pressing his turgid cock back against his belly. Alex no,
she said. We can't. What about Jared?
Her resistance vanished into a moan of pure pleasure as his hand cupped and squeezed and caressed her breast. Alex stripped her quickly, removing top and bra, shorts and panties until she was naked. He pushed her nude form down onto the couch, and joined her there.
Denise's body arched against his in pleasure and anticipation. He felt her breasts poke against his chest, felt her breath on his face before she pulled his mouth to hers in a deep, intimate kiss. One hand guiding, he pushed his cock into her pussy. She was tight. She wasn't totally dry, but she hadn't had the foreplay of the others. He felt considerable friction, and she broke their kiss for a long, eloquent wail of pleasure as he slowly worked his length into her.
She was gasping, breathing hard, and looked into his eyes with an expression of disbelief. So full!
she whispered, So good!
. Then he felt a surge of heat and moisture around his cock and against his balls. When he began to fuck her in earnest, sliding his entire length in and out of her tight clasp, she lost all control. Her head rolled back and forth. Her chest and shoulders and hips all surged and retreated as waves of pleasure swept over her body. And when she orgasmed her pussy squeezed his cock with insistent pulses, milking him, tormenting him with pleasure, until finally he moaned and choked himself, caught up in the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt, luxuriating in the feel of the taught young body beneath him, in the explosive pulses of his seed deep within her, at the rocking, twisting, and thrusting convulsions of her own sexual ecstasy.
Alex didn't know how long the pleasure had lasted. When he came to his senses he had fallen away from Denise, onto the floor beside the couch, and Cairlyn was gazing into his eyes. He felt a hand, her hand, gently stroking his member. Can you manage another round?
she asked him in a challenging voice.
Indeed he could. He didn't even mentally force his erection. His horniness was sufficient to meet any challenge. He swelled into her hand. She kissed him, then parted from him, then straddled his groin. She lowered herself onto his shaft and began to thrust up and down his length.
He came before Cairlyn, but chose to not detumesce. After she'd come herself, and collapsed against his body, he'd gently pushed her aside, but as he did Jordan took Cairlyn's place, and impaled herself on his erection.
He came again. Jordan came again. When her ecstatic spasms had passed, he gently rolled her onto her back and disentangled their limbs. He was still horny, so he willed himself erect and crawled across the room to where Cindy lay on her side.
She didn't resist as he pushed her onto her back, kissed her, entered her. He fucked her until she came, screaming and thrashing and thrusting in ecstasy, and continued fucking her until she came again, and again, and again, and then the continuous spasms of ultimate pleasure took her body and brain and then he came with her, pulsing and throbbing and shooting into her sacred depths.
And when she was done he rolled onto his back. Tired, he was still horny, so he was still erect, still ready to go. And Denise took advantage, lowering herself onto his cock, lying down onto his body, kissing him, all the time jerking her pussy back and forth onto his erection, until she came again, explosively, long and hard, twisting and writhing on top of him. Alex was so horny that even before she was done he'd rolled her onto her back, and mounted her from above and fucked her into yet another orgasm.
Then, before he could come himself, he felt hands on his shoulders, pulling him off of Denise. He turned, and Cairlyn was lying onto her back, pulling him atop her. Fuck me.
she ordered. Alex was glad to comply, humping and thrusting until the beautiful blonde burst into orgasm, grunting and moaning and sighing with pleasure, pulling on his back, encouraging him to keep thrusting, until he came himself, spilling his seed into her body.
Cairlyn seemed to have passed out. Denise was seemingly asleep in the position he'd left her. Cindy and Jordan were cuddled together on the couch, also asleep, or at least tired to oblivion. Alex himself relaxed on top of Cairlyn. Still hard, still in her, but content to rest for the moment. He could smell her sweat and hair and conditioner, hear her even breathing in his ear, feel her hair against his face, breasts on his chest, belly against belly, thigh against thigh, cock against pussy. Tired and content, he drowsed off.
Alex?
He lifted his head, shook it, and was awake. He was still lying on top of Cairlyn. His penis had deflated out of her while he slept. He lifted himself on his elbows and looked into her face. Will we remember any this?
Huh? What do you mean?
I
mean
it's not normal for three — four girls to suddenly jump all over the same guy, without worrying about each other. To sit and watch while he fucks them in turn. I did it, I watched you, hell I helped you fuck Jordan and Cindy. I had the best orgasm — orgasms of my life when you fucked me. It felt right. It still feels right. But I can tell it's not normal.
"I
mean
that you must have done something to us, to me, to make us behave this way. And I mean that I believe any power that could do that could erase memories as it pleased. So I'm asking you: Will we remember any of this?
Alex considered, chilled and confused. Do you want to remember?
Duh. Why would I have asked? Look, isn't continuity of memory what defines an individual's sense of self? If I could delete my own memories, I could make myself into a different person! If you could delete my memories, you could
make me into a different person.
Alex shivered, and rolled his body off of Cairlyn to lie on his side. She took a deep breath as well, and rolled onto her own side to face him.
You did make me into a different person.
she continued. I don't think the person I was this morning would have had sex with someone she'd just met. But tonight, here, I want you more than any man I've ever imagined.
Alex felt his penis swell slightly at her words. She might be challenging him, but she still felt horny and wanted his cock. So, why are you worried about forgetting?
he asked her.
She blushed. Look, I'm not a virgin. I mean I wasn't a virgin. But sex tonight, with you, was so much… well I don't want to forget that. But the others, Jordan, Cindy and Denise, it was their first time. A girl should remember her first time. Especially when if felt so good. My first time was… well it was okay, but nothing like this. Like you. Like your cock. Cindy and Jordan and Denise, they deserve to remember it. Sex. Your sex. Don't make them, don't make us forget. Please?
Alex didn't say anything. She'd realized that he had altered her mind, her friend's minds. Fortunately, he knew how to distract her. He reached forward to stroke his fingers against her bare breast, teasing the nipple to erection. At the same time he willed his cock to swell up to full hardness again. Cairlyn didn't resist as he pushed her onto her back and mounted her again.
She mewed with pleasure as he slowly stroked his cock in and out of her pussy. He held his face above hers, smelling her breath, watching her expression contort with ecstasy. She didn't attempt to resist, she gave herself over to the pleasure of his body on hers.
When she came, he began to stroke faster, hoping to spur an extended series of orgasms, just like he enjoyed so much with Allison. He was still fucking hard when her pleasure passed, but soon she exploded into another bout of orgasmic spasms.
Still horny, but not ready to come himself, Alex withdrew. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized that his time limit had passed, his increased horniness was starting to fade. Cairlyn's questions had been subdued, she lay on her back, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady.
Still horny, still hard, Alex realized he needed to start cleaning up the situation.
Jordan first. This was her house, and he knew where her room was upstairs. He picked her up, she was limp in his arms. Then he noticed her stuffed bear on the floor, remembered how she used to be so protective of it. He remembered how he'd teased her with it. Using his toes he grabbed it and flicked it into the air to catch it on Jordan's taut, smooth tummy.
He carried her upstairs. In the back of his mind he noticed how the Control Program improvements to his strength made carrying another full-grown human being almost effortless. Granted, as a girl Jordan was smaller, trimmer, lighter than average, but he suspected that, properly packaged, he could carry all four girls with only a little more effort.
Jordan began to stir in his arms when they reached her room. She opened her eyes and looked at him when he lay her down on her bed. She took her bear, Mr. Blaster, automatically, and sat up as he stood back from her bed.
Alex!
she said, smiling with mischievous intent, carefully holding her stuffed animal over her breasts. As if he hadn't seen and touched and stimulated them enough already this evening. Never mind what he'd done between her legs. Clearly she wanted to play some more. Alex found his penis, mostly deflated while he'd carried her upstairs, stiffening up again.
Hey pest.
he replied, using the name he'd given her years ago, when she'd developed the habit of relentlessly interrupting his late-night video gaming with her brother David.
Mister Blaster says you're not done here this evening!
Alex couldn't help but smile; remembering how Mister Blaster
had always been Jordan's voice for inviting his (not-so-innocent, recollecting from his current experience) violations of Jordan's personal space.
I'm not?
he asked in mock astonishment. With a quick sweep of his arm he snatched the ragged stuffed bear from Jordan's hands. She yelped with surprise, then crossed her arms to cover her breasts. Alex held the bear's face to his ear, pretending to listen.
I should do what? Mister Blaster?
he said, ogling Jordan's smooth bare midriff. My, my penis? Into her… ohhh!
He nodded his head in assumed understanding, then lowered the stuffed animal.
Mister Blaster
, he said to Jordan, Has a naughty mind.
She nodded her head in agreement. That's one reason I like him!
You wouldn't believe what he said I should do to you.
I might. If it's anything like what you did earlier.
Oh yeah.
He stepped forward again, leaning over her bed, putting his face close to hers. He tossed the stuffed bear to the foot of the bed. Well I suppose I could…
his words were silenced as Jordan pulled his lips against hers. His hands went to her breasts, then her legs, rubbing them up and down, then guiding them down the bed and apart as he pressed her body down to her bed.
She panted against his face, and then moaned with delight as he entered her again, reveling in the sensation of sinking his cock into her smooth, tight, womanhood. Then he began to fuck her, and she fucked him back. Her hands went to his ass, pulling his body against her, into her. Then her arms relaxed, and fell to the bed, as she was overcome by the powerful pleasure of his lovemaking. And then she came, shouting her orgasmic delight. Her body arched and spasmed, her pussy pulsed and clenched and throbbed and Alex joined her pleasure. He grunted and gasped into Jordan's ear as their bodies rubbed together, as his cock pulsed and throbbed and shot his semen deep into her, as their bodies writhed with instinctive mutual abandon.
Jordan seemed to have passed out again. Alex got up from the bed, cock limp once again. He re-arranged Jordan's naked form, getting her between the sheets and pulling the covers up to her chin. He nestled Mister Blaster, her stuffed bear, against her neck. With a final, wistful glance at her fine face he turned to go back downstairs.
The others were still unconscious or asleep. Alex organized the scattered clothing, struggling a bit to remember whose undergarments were whose, finally deciding to leave the panties and bras in a pile on the couch. He replaced the shirts and pants and skirts of Cairlyn and Cindy, feeling himself grow hard again as he manipulated their naked bodies. He restored their trousers and blouses.
When he got to Denise, she moaned as he touched her. Her back arched and her legs parted as his hand ran along her thighs. Feels so good.
she whispered. Her eyes opened and she looked at him.
Alex.
she said, staring into his eyes. She reached up with her hand, and stroked his face, down across his chin and throat to rest her palm flat on his chest. I never thought… never imagined it could feel, be like that. So good.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
She opened her eyes again, looking at him. Her hand slid around to press against his back. I've thought about it, about doing it, with Jared.
She moaned as his hand cupped and caressed her breast, eyes closing as the pleasure suffused her body. She opened them again. I wanted to stay a virgin. But I was going to give him a… a blow job, as a Christmas present. But you, God!
you
…
she closed her eyes and arched in new pleasure as his hand explored her abs and waist and hips, brushing tantalizingly close to her crotch.
You pre-empted all of that. You showed me, taught me about sex. I mean in health class, home studies, they told us… and Ring thing… Stupid. You and what sex can be. What good I can feel. Oh God!
she whimpered as he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between them.
When I saw you and Jordan, I couldn't, I mean, you were so hot, she was having such a good time.
She giggled. You just did her again didn't you? Upstairs? Fucked her?
Alex nodded. Me too?
she asked.
Alex smiled, but didn't say anything. Instead he lowered his mouth to her breast, licked, and then suckled the hard nipple. Denise moaned with pleasure. Arms on the floor she pushed her chest into his face. Her hips twisted and thrust; he could feel the the hot wetness of her pussy against his stomach as she struggled to rub her crotch against him.
Alex's cock felt rock hard. He lifted his head and moved his body over Denise's. She stayed up on her elbows, eyes fixed on his cock as he lowered it to her pussy. She whimpered with the sensation as he pushed it into her again, then closed her eyes when it was all they way in. Alex lowered his weight onto her, pushing her down onto the floor, and began to slowly thrust in and out.
Denise moaned. Her body rocked beneath his, her breasts rubbed his chest, her belly rippled across his. Alex began to fuck faster. She cried out, tensed, and came. Watching her carefully Alex redoubled his thrusting. As soon as her pleasure passed, just as clarity returned to her eyes, she came again. And then again. And then again.
Just like with Alison, Alex was able to keep Denise in a state of continuous orgasm, new waves of ecstasy breaking just as the previous flooded away. And just like with Alison he felt a primal joy of mastery and dominance as her body arched and spasmed thrust and squeezed in time to his attentions.
Alex closed his eyes and came himself, joining Denise with an explosion of pleasure. When he recovered, she was still beneath him. Conveniently passed out.
he thought as he looked around the room. Cairlyn and Cindy were still asleep where he'd arranged their bodies. He stood up, pulling out of Denise, and gathered her slacks and shirt. He dressed her, then lay her on the couch.
He dressed himself, then called up the Master Control Program on his iPod. He restored the girls' sexuality to normal levels, then directed them to sleep until morning. It was past midnight, he noted. He was beginning to feel some twinges of guilt and worry at the magnitude of what he'd done this evening. And Denise! His brother's girlfriend! He'd have to make it up to Jared somehow.
He also recalled Cairlyn's plea that they be allowed to remember this evening, remember losing their virginities in such an enjoyable way. Yet he didn't want to screw up their lives, their personalities. He needed the full interface of the Control Program.
At home his parents and brother were asleep. Alex went to his room, started his laptop, and began to make careful changes to the minds of all four girls. First he inserted knowledge that they would not get pregnant nor contract any STD's from sexual congress with him. They wouldn't know how they knew it, but they would accept it. Then he implanted blocks to keep them from communicating what had happened to anyone but himself. They would remember it, but never tell anyone or talk about it, even amongst themselves.
Finally he inserted the thoughts and feelings that sex with Alex was a good idea. Despite their previous beliefs Alex was so good looking, so nice and trustworthy, and such a masterful lover that it only made sense to have sex with him, to lose their virginity with him.
Then he called up the help function and asked it for predictions and prognostications on the effects of his changes and activities on the girls' states of mind. Cindy, it informed him, would still be unable to reconcile her feelings and actions with her religious beliefs, and the help agent suggested relating the evening's events to a religious activity.
After a little thought Alex inserted another idea into Cindy's head: Alex's arrival and appearance and skills were a miracle from God, and so giving her virginity up to him was God's will.
It worked. The Program told him she would now be able to accept her actions and continue with her life normally. Alex shook his head. No doubt about it, people were strange.
Finally he called up Jared again, deciding he owed him something after fucking his brother's girlfriend. Denise had planned on giving Jared a blow-job for Christmas; he switched back to her and promoted that intention to enthusiastic intercourse. Then he returned to Jared and altered his body, modifying his brother's penis so that it would grow to the size of his own, then he altered Jared's sexual stamina so that he should have no problem taking full advantage of his larger member and girlfriend's new enthusiasm. "Done within one week." the Program told him.
Alex turned off the computer, yawned, and went to sleep, looking forward to Christmas Eve at home with his family.