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Subject: {ASSM} The Future: Virtual Masturbation (Part 1)
Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 15:10:07 -0500
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Virtual Masturbation Part 1
By dpph:

I rushed home eagerly with my mind totally flustered.
If it weren't for the laser protective bars I probably
would've walked right onto the hover-train's track. As
I made my way through the incredibly crowded city,
dodging holographic advertisements on every corner and
ducking whenever some idiot flew his transport pod
right over the heads of the pedestrian walkway, I kept
clutching my hand over my jacket's hidden pocket. I
felt a compulsive need to constantly check to make
sure that the chip I had sought so diligently was
still safely nestled there.

	It was difficult making my way back home, what with
taking the walking path through the narrow skyscrapers
that marked every street in the city. Whenever I got
stuck behind some inconsiderate person, apparently I
wasn't worth moving for seeing as I was only a teenage
boy, I would look up and watch the incredible flurry
of activity as the dozens of different levels of
transport pods and tubes that made up the city's
internal navigation system criss-crossed, nearly
blocking out the sun; in fact, the lack of light meant
strategically placed artificial light emanated from
the walls of every building to keep everyone from
stumbling around in eternal darkness.

	Finally I reached my home and my heart raced as I
noticed both of my parents' absences. They wouldn't be
home from their jobs for hours, and at 15, too old for
a baby-sitter, I had our spacious modern apartment to
myself. Carelessly I tossed my book bag onto the sofa
(though still called a book bag, in actuality it was
just a flat panel that was loaded up with all my
school crap) and rushed to the entertainment center.
Carefully I entered the combination to my jacket's
pocket and watched eagerly as a compartment seemingly
appeared out of nowhere on the formerly seamless
material. With a ridiculous amount of tenderness, I
reached into the pocket and pulled out the chip.

	I watched as it glistened with its shiny reflective
covering and carefully I placed it into the
entertainment center's receptacle. With that the
entertainment center took over and the chip floated
gracefully upwards in the receptacle chamber and began
spinning faster and faster as a beautiful blue laser
struck it, giving it an almost ethereal glow. In front
of me the air molecules seemed to stir and a large
perfectly flat transparent rectangle appeared before
me. Quickly the entertainment center loaded its
default menu and I asked it to give me details on the
chip's program. Details flashed on the floating
rectangle: 
"Origin: Masahiritu Entertainment Corporation
Title (translated): Virtual Super Fun Happy Girl Time!
Rating: Highest level of Restriction. Please enter
password to unlock program..."

I gave the program its password as I took off my
jacket; my crotch was already hard with anticipation.
The screen flashed and now a menu popped up, which had
been auto-translated by the computer from its native
Japanese: "Please with respect be giving your girl
description." I pondered this for a moment and
announced in return, "36C, thin, Caucasian, tall,
blonde with black roots, ummm ... curvy?" The
entertainment center hummed as it seemed to go through
a million calculations and the floating menu flashed
with colors.

The walls took on a new glow as the holographic
projectors warmed up. Then, a moment later, standing
in front of me was an absolutely beautiful woman,
exactly matching my description. My pants were now
nothing but an elaborate tent for my cock. There she
stood, wearing a tight latex suit that hugged her
large breasts and absolutely perfect ass.
The screen reappeared before me and more questions
appeared. I rushed as quickly as I could through the
incomprehensibly translated menu and finally when I
finished the screen disappeared and I was left alone
with my dream girl.

	I was nervous, but not too nervous to notice how
tightly the latex hugged her virtual assets and how
constrained my pants now felt. She just stood there
coldly, blinking every once in a while. This was the
image in my mind with which I had masturbated for so
many years; this was the moment I had been waiting
for. I guess I could be called awkward, but at 15 I
knew I absolutely needed sex, and I couldn't get it
from anyone living. For months I had scrimped and
saved for this day, and then stroked myself off
imagining this moment. Finally I knew I had to speak.
"I, uhhh, computer ... uhhh" Luckily she responded with
a soothing sexy voice that made my loins burn,
"Please, call me Sarah. Would you like me to fuck you
today? Or perhaps a striptease? I am well versed in
700 different sexual techniques and can be trained
with new ones at your leisure."

	She was just so real. I actually felt nervous around
her, not sure how she'd feel about me, ignoring the
fact that she was just a bunch of photons and laser
fields. I tried to pull my shirt down to cover up my
raging hard-on. The program was incredible and adapted
right away, "Ohhh. Poor baby, that looks like it
hurts. Want Sarah to make it better?" I literally
gasped at the statement. She, or more accurately the
computer, studied the situation briefly and decided on
a course of action: "It's okay, Sarah will take things
slowly for you, my young Master. Just sit down over in
that chair and I'll give you a little show." She
winked at me and then walked over towards me. She
reached her hand out and I was stunned when I felt it
touch my arm and guide me to the chair, where I sat
uncomfortably fighting my dick and my extreme
embarrassment. Her hand had felt so real, the thought
that the rest of her could feel that real made my dick
jerk briefly in my pants, fighting its imprisonment.

	"Hmmm," she said, "Not much use doing a striptease in
an outfit like this? Hell, you can already tell I'm
shaven where it counts with this one. Computer, give
me outfit 35b." Her body flashed with a brilliant
light and for one brief millisecond I could see her
naked splendor, but soon she reappeared from this halo
of light wearing a tight shirt (no bra), and a red
frilly skirt that went down to her knees where it
covered the ends of white thigh high stockings. At the
bottom she wore black "fuck-me" stiletto heels. She
had a new air about her, as if she were now in charge
and in control of everything. She leaned one lovely
hip forward straining the skirt and snapped her
fingers prompting some strip club style music to fill
the room. Following the music, she moved her hips from
side to side and stretched out her body, straining the
shirt against her breasts. Now twisting around she
bent down stroking her leg with her arm, giving me an
excellent view of how tightly the skirt hugged her
ass. Her curves drove me wild and soon I had to pull
my pants to my knees on the chair so that my dick
wouldn't blast off right into my shorts.

	"Mmmm," she hummed as she observed my hard-on, "I
can't wait to feel that inside of me." Obviously those
Japanese programmers hadn't skimped on the English
translation where it counted. Just then as she
continued rocking her hips to the beat, she snapped
her fingers and a strip club style pole appeared in
the room. Suddenly she spun around and turned her back
to me. Again she hunched over, and her skirt almost
seemed to hug her ass tighter than it had before. But
this time, as she straightened back up, she suddenly
pulled her shirt over her head. I could just barely
see the edge of her breasts, but I was busying
carrying my eyes from her ass to the start of her now
naked back. Following its tan curve with my eyes,
until I settled on her head, which had turned
sidewise. She gave me an all too devious smile, and
after winking, she suddenly spun around again,
revealing her breasts to me in all their splendor.
They were perfect: Exactly as I had imagined, exactly
as I had dreamed. They were large, yet at the same
time firm, and they hung slightly on her chest
creating a curve and slight shadow that was absolutely
to die for. And they were framed by her beautiful taut
stomach, and her long blonde hair. I'm embarrassed to
say it, but I exploded right there into my boxers.

	I suddenly placed my hand over the large wet spot; I
was so ashamed and for a moment, forgetting what she
was, I actually thought she was going to leave. But
instead, she just smiled and giggled and then said to
me, "I hope you'll have some left for me, there's
nothing I like better than slurping down some hot cum
from a big strong guy like you, or feeling a cock just
explode in my tight little twat." During all this, she
never lost the music's beat. In fact, her dance had
progressed. Just then, with another wink, she tore off
the red skirt revealing a pink G-string that was so
tight, I could see the divide between her pussy lips
through the material.

	Now she positioned herself so that the dance pole was
between us. She pressed herself against it so that the
bar went between her breasts, pressing them apart and
making them look even larger than before. Then she
grabbed it with her hands and lifted her feet off the
ground. She pressed her pelvis and the G-string
against the bar and started shifting around. Then she
swung her legs out and did a little spin around the
bar before settling down on the ground. She took one
hand off the pole, and snapped her fingers again. A
giant crystal clear champagne glass appeared, full of
water and bubble mix. With an incredible leap, she
landed ass first into it and giggled as her stockings
were soaked. She lifted a leg high in the air and
positioned her head against it; she unsnapped her heel
and threw them off. Then she did the same thing with
her other leg and took off that heel. Suddenly, she
stood up in the glass and turned away from me. A
bright light was now behind her creating a heavenly
silhouette, but at the same time, not blinding me. Her
ass was so beautiful; it had just the right amount of
curve, and in my mind, I briefly pictured it gyrating
and rippling as I slammed into her from behind. I
returned to watching her, after that momentary
thought. She bent down with her legs spread, and the
sight of her G-string's material pressed so tightly
against her honeybox reignited my raging hard-on. She
slowly and sensuously removed each of her stockings,
until she was wearing nothing but the G-string.

	She stood up again and twirled a little in the soapy
water so that she was facing me. That same devious
smile was back, and I managed to push even further
forward on my seat, nearly falling off with
anticipation. She licked her lips, and I was so
infatuated with her tongue and beautiful red lips that
I didn't even notice that her hands had shifted
towards her waist, and that her back was arched,
further accentuating her already perfect breasts. She
put her legs close together, nearly crossing them. Her
thighs were very tightly together, right up to the
front of her G-string, and with a quirky laugh, her
panties suddenly snapped apart and were pulled through
her tightly pressed legs, falling off somewhere behind
her. In that moment my eyes nearly shot out of my
head. BAM! There she was, naked. My eyes of course
focused on her crotch. I could see her beautiful amber
pussy hair, very neatly trimmed, and I knew from her
statement earlier that beneath that, she was
completely shaven. I was dying with anticipation for
her to unpress her thighs so that I could get more
than a fleeting glance at her pussy lips, but just
then, she suddenly through her legs in the air and
splashed down into the champagne glass. Her legs were
apart and I saw her hot, wet, pussy lips (just as
perfect as the rest of her) but she was in constant
movement, swirling her legs everywhere and splashing
water and bubbles all around. Then in a very odd move
she wound in a position that would've confounded most
gymnasts: with both her legs high in the air, but with
her head between them. I almost didn't realize because
of the incredible gleam of energy and excitement in
her eyes that I now had an incredibly explicit view of
her pussy. My eyes roved from her perfectly cut pubic
hair to every facet of her pussy. I examined excitedly
from afar the curves and colors of her pussy. Her
pussy was spread slightly and I could see her inner
lips, and the hood that all my instinct told me housed
her love button. Moving past her glistening love box,
I could just barely see her starfish, before my eyes
pulled right back up to her pussy. And I just sat
there, eying her for what must've been 5 seconds,
though it felt like a heavenly eternity to me.

	The music took on a new beat and she pulled her head
back and swung her body into a spin in the tub. Her
magnificent breasts, just like the rest of her body,
were now glistening with water and I longed to suckle
her aroused nipples. She settled again, her crotch
facing me again, but this time with her back arched
and her legs forward and resting on the glass. Very
deliberately, she took one hand, licked it thoroughly,
and plunged into herself with a frenzy of rubs and
probes. Both tender and strong, she stroked and meaded
every part of her genitals, in ways I didn't even know
existed. More and more she started plunging a finger,
and then fingers, between her now gaping lips. Her
hips were rocking now and the music softened, allowing
me to hear her excited and impressive moans. Soon she
had 4 fingers shifting in and out of her pussy, with
her thumb pressed and vibrating against her clit. Her
movements and moans became faster and faster, until
suddenly her hips bolted into the air and she screamed
out with pleasure. Her hips held there in the air
after the peak and her hand slowed, though it showed
no signs of stopping its constant stimulation; her
gasping breath began to turn into long exhales and
inhales as she recovered from her massive (but
simulated!) orgasm, and then she just dropped back
down into the water, looking tired and content. I had
to look down at my crotch just to remind myself that I
had ejaculated again.

Part 2: Deeper and Deeper (Coming Soon)
I didn't originally intend to make this 2 parts, but I
got writer's block and decided I should just post what
I had and hope that I could figure out something
later. Either way, it's not too hard to figure out
what's cumming in part 2; I mean, he didn't get this
program to play blackjack :)

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