 
                          Program Alpha-Omega
 
_Program Alpha-Omega_
 
_Episode 2: Removing the Parental Controls_
 
by Net Wolf
 
created by _SLATE_
 
 
 
          Zack wasn’t sure how to feel Friday morning.  He’d come
within moments of realizing his dreams with Claudia, and yet his mother
had interrupted and short-circuited his plans.  Surely there must be a
way to get around his parents.  It was a sign of his frustration that
the obvious solution didn’t come to him until lunchtime.  He was, once
again, sitting alone, trying to watch Claudia covertly.  She caught him
looking at her, and she just smiled and waved.
 
          Her friend Stephanie turned to see whom she was waving at. 
When she saw him, she asked Claudia, “What is it with you and that
guy?  He’s creepy.”
 
          Claudia looked at her as if she’d just said the moon was
about to crash into the Earth.  “Huh?  No, Zack’s really nice, once you
get to know him.”  She added to herself, “Really nice¼”  Her eyes sort
of glazed over, but Stephanie snapped her out of it.
 
          “You really need a new boyfriend if you’re starting to look
at the sophomores.  Geez, Claudia¼”
 
 
 
          Of course, Zack couldn’t hear their conversation from where
he was.  And, truth be told, once Claudia had caught him watching her,
he’d stopped looking, returning to the problem of how to get his
parents out of the way, so he could finish what they’d begun.  *How do
I get them to leave us alone while we make out?  I mean, it’s not like
I can take my computer on a car trip.  And I need the program to**¼** 
Idiot!  The Program, of course!  It works on me, it works on Claudia,
it must work on everybody**¼** all I have to do is program Mom and Dad
to leave us alone together, so we can have some fun.*
 
          Now that Zack knew what to do, he had to tolerate two more
hours of school until he could do anything about it.  Once again, he
took a little berating from Mr. Parks for not paying attention.  *If he
only knew what I was doing**¼*
 
 
 
          Once home, Zack’s theoretical answer to his problem had to be
put into practice, and that became something of a problem.  It was
troublesome for two reasons: first, he’d never actually tried to
program for more than one person, and second, he wasn’t sure how to
script the actions to make someone NOT do something.
 
          “Oh well,” he said to himself.  “Nothing to it but to do
it¼”  Once more he delved into his code.  Along the way, he made a few
minor changes to the program itself, so that now not only were the
command scripts external to the program, but so was the matrix.  This
allowed him to make changes to that more easily, so that he could save
the matrices for different people.  He spent the night working on a
matrix for his parents, having to adjust for age, and some other
psychological factors revealed in Adam’s research.  By the time he’d
worked it all up, it was after two in the morning.  He quickly zonked
out on his bed, not bothering to set an alarm for the next morning.  He
wouldn’t see Claudia again until Tuesday, so he had time¼
 
 
 
          ¼His dreams were troubled.  Unlike the pleasant dreams he’d
been having, there were no ethereal maidens.  He was enshrouded in a
storm of colors, a swirling mass of unease.  He was running down
corridors, not knowing which way to turn.  He ended up in one blind
alley after another, having to retrace his steps and choose another
path.  He came to one more blind alley, but this time, when he turned
around, the path behind him had closed.  The walls slowly began to
close in on him.  Just as he was about to be crushed, he bolted upright
in bed, awake.  A last vestige of the dream echoed through his head¼ 
*<<You’ve forgotten something**¼**>>*
 
          Or was it part of the dream?  It sounded awfully familiar¼ 
*Eh.  Just a bunch of bullshit my head dreamed up.  Probably from all
the weird shit I’ve been watching on television lately.*  Looking at
the clock, he saw it was already ten in the morning.  He got up and
showered, then headed down for some breakfast.  He noted the house was
empty, and then remembered his parents had gone on a little outing
together.  They’d been talking about it at dinner last night, but he’d
been so wrapped up in his project that he hadn’t paid any attention. 
He did recall they would be back before midnight, so he figured he’d
just use the program on them when they got home.
 
          For the rest of the day, he lounged about, watching TV,
reading a little, surfing the Web.  As usual, he didn’t have any
homework, because he tried to make sure his weekends were free.  He
nuked some leftovers for dinner, and settled down to watch some movies
until his parents came home.
 
 
 
          His parents made it in around ten that night, having spent
the day first looking for a new car, and then driving out to see his
father’s brother.  Grant Griffin’s brother was in a sanitarium, having
been the victim of chemical poisoning as a child.  It was rather sad,
and Zack didn’t like to go visit him.  His father understood, and
didn’t force him to, though he and his wife, Sharon, went at least once
a month out to visit him.  They were both pretty worn out as they hung
up their coats.  Zack thought this might be a help to his program, not
having fully alert minds to cope with.
 
          “Hi, guys.  So, any luck finding a car?” Zack asked.
 
          “Well, we found lots we liked, it’s just that most of those
crooks want way too much money for them.  We’ll keep looking,” his
father answered.  “So, what did you do all day?”
 
          “Oh, the usual.  I finished up that program I was working
on.  You guys said you wanted to see it¼”  Zack sort of let the
question hang.
 
          His father stifled a yawn.  “Will it take long?”
 
          “Nah, just five or six minutes.”
 
          “Okay.  How about it, Shar?”
 
          His mother just nodded and said, “Lead the way.”
 
          They moved down the hallway to Zack’s room, where his
computer was already on.  He entered his password, and let the system
come up.  “You’ll want to stand right in front of it, ‘cause that’s
where you get the best view,” he said, moving out of the way as he
double-clicked the icon to start the program.
 
          Zack wasn’t paying that close of attention to his parents as
the program ran.  He just sat back on his bed, waiting for it to
finish.  As it got closer to finishing, though, he did look to see that
they were “under”.  And it was clear that something was wrong.  While
his mother was acting just as Claudia had, his father was not.  He was,
in fact, looking more at her now, a look of concern on his face.  The
clincher was when the program finished up.  Zack went pale as his
mother’s hand traveled across her chest, and down, and across, dipping
between her thighs.  *Oh, shit!  I didn’t change the gesture!*
 
          Not that it should have mattered.  Had they both been under,
only he would have noticed.  But his father was clearly *not* under,
and he was looking at his wife with worry now.  He looked to Zack for
an explanation, but he just shrugged.  They thought his program was
just some pretty graphics: he wasn’t about to hint that it had anything
to do with her reaction.
 
          His mother soon cleared her expression, however, and when she
spoke, her voice was clear and strong.  “That’s very nice work, Zack. 
You have a real talent for this sort of thing.  Don’t you think so,
Grant?”
 
          Her husband stammered out, “Y-yeah, right, Sharon.  Good
work, son.  Look, we’d better get to bed, it’s been a hell of a day.”
 
          His parents each bid him good-night, and left him alone.
 
*          Why didn’t the program work on Dad?*
 
*          << You’ve forgotten something**¼**>>*
 
*          What?*
 
*          **¼*  his query was met with silence.
 
*          Fine, dammit!  If it *must* be in the dream world, then
let’s go in the dream world!*
 
          Zack booted up the script he’d written for himself, having
modified it to allow him to slip into a natural sleep after the special
dream-state.  He double-clicked the icon, and quickly moved over to his
bed, where he could still easily see the screen.
 
          Once again, Zack was immersed in the sounds and colors of the
program.  Once again, his body relaxed into a blissful state.  And once
again, he was surrounded by his bevy of ethereal maidens.  The
Claudia-maiden approached him as usual, and began to caress his
dream-body, sending electric charges through him.
 
*          << We are glad you have returned**¼** but you are not
happy.>>*
 
*          I am confused.*
 
*          << How may we be of assistance?>>*
 
*          Why didn’t the program work on my Dad?*
 
*          << You have forgotten something**¼**>>*
 
*          So that *was* you!  What did I forget?*
 
*          <<Your father is a male.  Your mother is a female.>>*
 
*          Damn!  How could I have been so dumb as to forget that! 
But, how do I integrate both sexes into a single will matrix?*
 
*          <<Observe, and learn**¼**>>*
 
          Once again, the language of the matrix flowed before his
vision.  He saw that there were many red areas this time.  Luckily, he
had added commands to the script to give him instant recall of this
dream, so that he need not fear forgetting it all before he awoke.  He
noted that the matrix was much bigger than before, almost triple in
size.  He wondered that it would be more than just double, but the
maidens had retreated from him so that he might study the matrix.  He
took it all in as it moved past his eyes, and he absorbed all of the
information.
 
          Once it had all assimilated, he wanted to ask the maidens
more questions, but they refused.
 
*          << Soon, you will understand.  But not now.>>*
 
*          Who *are* you?*
 
*          <<We are you.>>*
 
          With that, they faded off into the distance, and Zack faded
from dream-world into sleep, where his dreams were no less unusual, but
much less vivid.
 
 
 
          

          In his parents’ bedroom, however, the activity was less
placid.  They had gotten ready for bed, as they normally would, and
Grant was waiting for Sharon to emerge from the bathroom, so that he
could ask her what had happened to her in their son’s room.  When the
bathroom door opened, however, Grant’s mouth refused to work, as he
realized his wife was not wearing her usual cotton nightgown.  She was
not, in fact, wearing anything at all.  The light from the bathroom
silhouetted her figure, until she turned it off, submerging the room
into darkness.  She moved quietly over to the bed, crawling across it
to her husband.
 
          Grant was totally unprepared for this, as Sharon was never
the one to initiate sexual activity.  His mind reeled as her soft lips
brushed against his earlobe, whispering into his ear, “I need you,
Grant.  I need you *now*.”  Her hands pulled down the covers, and moved
over his pajama-covered chest.  He thought to protest, but his wife was
so ardent about it, and, truth be told, her hands and mouth felt very
good.  She was kissing his neck now, moving around and up to his
mouth.  Their lips locked, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth,
dueling with his, then withdrawing, enticing his tongue into her mouth.
 
          Meanwhile, her hand reached down to his pajama bottoms,
reaching under the waistline to massage his dick outside of his
briefs.  He moaned into her mouth, encouraging her to continue, while
his hands reached out to caress her smooth skin, one hand finding a
breast while the other reached down to caress her ass, and pull her
over onto him.
 
          Both of her hands now reached down, inside of his underwear
and caressed his hard cock.  He groaned with the pleasure of it, now
fondling her ass with both hands, their lips still locked in sensual
embrace.  She could feel his readiness for more, and she was determined
to give him all he could handle.
 
          Sharon broke their kiss, and slid down her husband’s body. 
As she did so, she peeled both his briefs and his pajamas away from the
object of her desire.  Once exposed, Grant’s dick stood away from his
body, hard, long, and ready for action.  Seeing it twitch before her
eyes, Sharon could no longer resist her urge.  Her mouth opened and
slid over the head of his cock, sucking him in, her tongue sliding
along the underside and sending shivers throughout his body.
 
          Grant grunted at the sudden pleasure his dick was reporting
to his brain.  Never before had his wife been willing to go down on
him.  He might have questioned why the change, but he was in too much
pleasure to care.  His hands rested gently on her head as it moved on
his dick, her lips sliding over its surface soft as a paintbrush, but
making contact the entire length, which sent tingles up his shaft.
 
          Sharon continued working her mouth and tongue over her
husband’s prick, sliding more and more of his length in, until she felt
it hit the back of her throat.  She had never once done this with a man
before, but she seemed to know almost instinctively that Grant would
love this.  Her lips moved faster and faster along his rod, her tongue
dancing around it as her hand softly gripped the portion not in her
mouth.  Her other hand was busy between her legs, massaging her clit to
keep herself fully aroused, to be ready for her husband’s entrance.
 
          Grant had not had a mouth on his cock in over seventeen
years, and he didn’t remember it ever being this good.  He had tried
everything he knew to hold off, to control himself, but it was no use. 
His wife was a natural cock-sucker, and she was quickly bringing him to
the point of no return.  He tried to warn her, but she only moved
faster on his shaft, her hand now lightly pumping the rest of his
cock.  Finally, he had to let go, and felt his cum explode into her
mouth.  His wife, surprisingly, continued sucking, swallowing all he
had to offer.
 
          Nor did she stop sucking when his orgasm died.  She kept up
her oral assault until his cock was fully erect once more, something he
had not anticipated happening.  Before he knew what was going on,
Sharon had straddled his waist, and her hand held his prick at her
opening.  He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as it neared
his cock.  He almost came again as the velvet skin of her cunt
slithered over his rock-hard dick.  She paused for just a moment when 
she was fully impaled on him.
 
          Then, she leaned forward, and began rocking.  Her movements
were short, quick, and extremely pleasurable.  Her 34-B tits were
swinging before Grant’s eyes, and he couldn’t resist taking one into
his mouth and sucking on the nipple, swirling his tongue around it. 
She uttered a long, low, “Ohh!” of pleasure as his other hand found her
other breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb as his fingers molded
the flesh.
 
          Her rocking increased in pace as her climax approached.  She
was moving so hard that the bed was slamming against the wall, and
Grant was glad that Zack’s room was not next door.  Her moans became
cries of ecstasy as her body was seized with pleasurable spasms of
electric sensation.  She kept up her movement throughout her orgasm,
only slowing as she began to come down from her high.
 
          But Grant had not come inside her yet, and now that he was
fully into his second stride, he needed to finish.  He pulled her to
him, and rolled them both over, so that he was now on top.  He spread
her legs apart with his hips until she moved them up on either side of
his waist.  She looked up at him and gutturally ordered, “Yes!  Fuck
me!  Fuck me until I pass out!”
 
          With that, Grant started rutting into his wife for all he was
worth.  They were moving together with such force he could actually
hear his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.  He reached down, and
pulled her ankles up to his shoulders, giving a better angle for him to
push into her.  Sharon’s cries of joy filled the room, and were
probably easily audible to Zack, but Grant no longer cared.  He
continued ramming into his wife, faster and faster.  She orgasmed
repeatedly from the fucking, and he was starting to feel the tingle in
his balls.  He began to play with her tits as he thrust into her,
sending her ever higher.  Finally, his cum erupted from his prick,
filling her cunt with his seed.  Her orgasm at that point wracked her
body, sending her into convulsions of pure bliss.  They each grunted
through their climaxes, until, at last, spent and weary, Grant rolled
off of his wife, and lay beside her on the bed.
 
          Looking over, he found, to his utter amazement, that he had,
indeed, fucked her until she passed out.
 
 
 
 
 
          The man sat alone, working at his desk in a darkened office,
his desk lamp casting a pool of light across its surface, but fading
quickly back into the inky darkness of the room.  He was studying the
pages of a technical document, the lines and squiggles seemingly
meaningless, but with definite purpose for the man reading them.  His
brow furrowed as he made notes on changes to a specific area of one
diagram, and cursed when he was interrupted by a discreet knock at the
door.
 
          “Come!” he ordered.
 
          The door opened to reveal one of his underlings, one who had
been with him almost since the beginning.  This one had almost made a
breakthrough, but had been stymied by some as-yet unknown fault.
 
          “Yes, what is it, William?” the man asked.
 
          “Sir, the program has been accessed.”
 
          “Oh, really?” interest, for they might yet find their
target.  “By whom?”
 
          “Online name of Zmorph.”
 
          “A screen name is worse than useless to me, William.” 
Anger.  Disgust.  Aggression.  The information was not what he’d hoped
for.
 
          “I am aware of that, sir.  We’ve located his ISP.  We’ll have
a name for you within the day.”
 
          “Very well.  Thank you, William, that will be all.” 
Resignation; a sigh.  The information might yet be theirs.
 
          “Yes, sir,” William said as he closed the door, leaving the
man alone with his diagrams, and with his thoughts.
 
 
 
 
 
          Zack woke up fully refreshed from his sleep, and immediately
set to working on his new matrix.  He only really needed one that would
work on his father now, but he figured he might have need of such a
dual-role matrix later on.  It took him only two hours to copy from his
memory onto his screen all the items seen in the dream world.  *I still
wish I knew who those ladies were, though.  It’s just weird to be
listening to some voice, without knowing what it really is.  And why
wouldn’t they answer me my other questions?*
 
          Having completed his work, and noting that it was time for
lunch, he headed downstairs to make himself his usual sandwich and
chips.  He ate peacefully, until his father wandered in.  He looked a
little bedraggled, still in his pajamas, but they were rumpled far more
than they should have been just from being slept in.  His father got
himself a cup of hours old coffee, and slumped down in the chair across
from Zack.
 
          “Son, what the hell is that program you wrote *really* all
about?” Grant demanded.
 
          “Huh?  Dad, it’s just a bunch of graphics.  Mr. Parks wants
us to have a good audio-visual display in our last project of the
year.  I figure this one to take the top of the class.”
 
          “Don’t bullshit me, Zack.  I *know* it does something other
than show pretty pictures.  You did something to your mother last
night, didn’t you?”
 
          “Dad, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Well, he
wished he didn’t, anyway.  “What are you saying?  Is Mom sick or
something?”
 
*          Yeah, ‘or something’ is right**¼*  “Your mother is not
behaving like herself.  Or, at least, she didn’t last night.”
 
          “How so?”
 
          “What do you mean, ‘How so’?  You mean, you didn’t hear
anything last night?”
 
          “I went to bed right after you guys left my room.  I was
probably asleep before you guys got undressed.”
 
*          Well, that’s a relief, anyway**¼** I’d hate Zack to think we
were some kind of animals in bed.  Though, last night was a lot more
fun than we’ve had in years in bed**¼*  “Zack, be honest, what does
your program do?”
 
          “Look, Dad, it’s just a bunch of fractal graphics, and some
cool sounds.  You want to see it again, just to prove it?  Without Mom
this time, so you can pay attention.”
 
          “Okay, that would be a good idea.”  It never occurred to
Grant that the program might be *changed* to adjust to the target, and
he’d already seen it once with no effect.
 
          The two of them headed up to Zack’s room, where they repeated
last night’s run.  Not entirely, though.  Zack realized, as he had made
the new matrix, that he had used Claudia’s matrix to build the one for
his parents.  That might explain what his father was hinting at had
happened the night before.  It was an unexpected effect, but his Dad
really wasn’t complaining too hard about it, so Zack figured it would
be okay.
 
          The new matrix, being so much larger, took nearly twice as
long to run.  But at the end of it, his father committed the new
verification gesture, a triple shrug of the shoulders.  He turned to
Zack and said, “Well, I guess I was wrong, son.  It is a pretty nifty
display, though.  Sorry I accused you of¼”  *Well, what the hell did I
think he’d done?  Written a mind control program?*  “¼ messing with
your mother.”
 
          “No problem, Dad.  Say, you’re gonna miss the game, if you
don’t go watch it now.”
 
          His father looked at his watch.  “Hey, you’re right!  Well,
I’ll catch you later.  Good work on the program.  I think you’ve got an
‘A’ there.”  His father, who loved sports, hustled out of the room
towards the living room, and the TV.
 
*          Why can’t all problems be solved as easily as this one?*  In
his success, he ignored just how many tries it had taken him to get to
this point.
 
 
 
          Zack stayed up a little later than usual that night, and,
sure enough, his mother and father were acting like animals in heat. 
He’d never heard them having sex before, and the sounds both disturbed
and excited him.  He knew that, with his parents now out of his way,
soon he and Claudia might be making such noises together.  *Might? 
What do I mean *might*?  We damned sure will!*
 
          Having all his problems solved for the moment, Zack was able
to focus on school Monday.  Mr. Parks was especially gratified to see
that Zack seemed to be back to his usual self, working hard on his
project for the end of the year.  Zack was even back to showing the
other students how to get their projects working, which was something
Mr. Parks was actually grateful for, as it allowed him a chance to work
with the really struggling students, while Zack showed those who needed
just a few hints.  It was a friendly relationship that had never been
solidified by so much as a conversation.  It was just how they behaved.
 
          Zack, meanwhile, was acting “normally” in an effort to keep
his mind off his goal of getting into Claudia’s pants.  He’d done his
usual spying on her at lunch, this time managing not to be seen by
her.  It seemed more fun to him to watch her without her knowing.  He
was anxious to see far more of her than he could see from across a
lunch room.  It took a great deal of effort for him to keep his mind on
the work, but he was managing.  He’d actually finished his class
project up a few weeks back, and was merely playing with it now, to see
if he could make it just a little better here and there.  It amused him
that he hadn’t actually lied to his father: their class project *was*
about audio-visual effects.  Zack had taken that one step further, as
usual, and his program allowed the effects to be modified
interactively.  It was a simulation of moving through a wormhole in
space, and was reminiscent of the effect used in either Stargate SG-1,
or certain Babylon 5 episodes.  As he watched one of his classmates run
his program, looking for bugs, it occurred to Zack that the graphics in
this program showed some striking similarities to the Alpha-Omega
program he’d been working on.  Completely unintentional, since he had
developed the graphics for this program before ever knowing about the
A-O program, but a strange coincidence.
 
          Zack was so involved with helping a classmate with his
project, that he ignored the school bell, and ended up racing for the
bus.  As he was bolting the last fifty yards, he got distracted by
someone yelling, and ended up barreling into someone, sending them both
sprawling.
 
          He hopped to his feet, more or less unhurt, and gathered his
stuff before looking to see whom he had knocked over.  It was
Stephanie, Claudia’s friend.  He offered her a hand up, but she just
looked at him balefully and struggled to her feet.
 
          “Zack.  I should’ve known.  Can’t you even watch where you’re
going?  And, by the way, stay away from Claudia from now on.  She’s too
good for you, hear?  She doesn’t need to be getting messed up with some
little geek like you.”
 
          She left him no time to respond as she stalked off.  He
sprinted to his bus, but as he sat down, he thought to himself, *If I
want Claudia, I’ll have Claudia, bitch.  And you just might be next!*
 
 
 
          That night, as Zack lie in bed waiting for sleep to come, he
considered more carefully his thoughts about Stephanie.  He considered
her attributes, her dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, petite nose and
round face topping a body with average sized, but very firm tits, a
great set of legs, and a wonderful ass.  She wasn’t Claudia, to be
sure.  Claudia was his “cream of the crop”, but Stephanie certainly
wasn’t something to be tossed away untried.  Her attitude toward him
had become somewhat harsh of late, and he didn’t like that.  He figured
it was because Claudia and he had been spending more time together,
which, up until recently, had been totally platonic.  Stephanie
obviously did not think him worthy of Claudia.  He knew differently. 
And, he knew now, that he could have Stephanie when he wanted her. 
*When did ‘if’ become ‘when’, Zack old boy?*
 
          Pondering these thoughts, he fell asleep with a grin on his
face, to some of the most erotic dreams he had ever had.
 
 
 
          Zack was surprisingly mellow the following day.  Surprising
to him, anyway, though no one else saw why it should be any different. 
He breezed through his first classes, knowing that he would be able to
recall the material with ease, now that he had the program to help
him.  He knew he should develop a script that would allow him to
selectively retrieve information on a permanent basis, but he hadn’t
had the initiative to bother with it yet.
 
          His mellow attitude, however, changed at lunch.  It wasn’t
that anything extraordinary or troublesome happened, but that was the
first time he saw Claudia that day.  In his current state of arousal,
his mind automatically pictured her nude before him, her arms out to
him, begging him to take her, to use her as he chose.  He had to shake
his head to clear these thoughts, but they didn’t go away entirely. 
His mind continued to cycle back to them throughout lunch.
 
          As he was ready to leave, he worked up his control, and he
walked over to where Claudia sat.  He asked his usual question about
their tutoring session, and received his usual answer.  As he left, he
let his eyes trail over Claudia, and then they passed slowly over
Stephanie as he turned to leave.  He made sure she saw him, for he
wanted her to feel uncomfortable around him for the time being.  He was
enjoying this little game that she had started, but that he would
ultimately win.  He knew that.  She didn’t, and his look annoyed her.
 
          “What do you *want*, Griffin?” she snapped.
 
          “Oh, nothing.  Bye, Steph.”  She hated being called ‘Steph’. 
“See you later, Claudia.”
 
          Even the rest of the seniors, who generally ignored him, knew
that some new war had started, and they wondered just why a sophomore
thought he had the wits to win.
 
 
 
          Having seen Claudia at lunch revved Zack’s hormones into high
gear.  He could barely contain himself for the rest of the day,
considering what he’d be doing with her that evening.  He knew that he
could at the very least get a hand job out of her, as that was pretty
much what she was already giving him last week.  He was reasonably
sure, though, that he would get a lot more than that.  Would they get
so far as having sex?  He hoped so, but he wasn’t counting on it.  He
knew she had some ingrained thoughts about dating underclassmen, and he
didn’t know if his¼ *their* program would overcome that or not.  But he
was sure as hell going to try.
 
 
 
          Arriving home from school, Zack showered and primped for
nearly an hour before declaring himself ready for his date with
Claudia.  *Date?  Well, it’s not really a date, but**¼** more like a
make-out session.  Without the car.*  And his mind gleefully pointed
out that his parents would be in the house the whole time!  He wasn’t
sure whether that excited him because of the power he now had over
them, or just because it meant someone else would know he got laid that
night.  *How will they react afterwards?  I mean, I know they won’t
come into my room and stop us, because they can’t, but what will they
do to me afterwards?*
 
Zack fretted over this for a while, but then realized he was probably
creating more trouble for himself than was actually there.  And, of
course, he was killing time while waiting for Claudia.  

          By the time dinner rolled around, he was about as hyper as he
could get.  His parents noticed, and were mildly amused.  As parents,
they knew of his infatuation with Claudia.  It was impossible to miss. 
They wondered if the girl would ever relent, but because of the age
difference, they wouldn’t actively encourage Zack to pursue it.  They
wished he would find a girl in his own grade, but they knew that he
only managed to spend so much time with Claudia because they needed
each other academically.  His parents also wished Zack was more able to
socialize, but didn’t know how to help him overcome his shortcomings in
that arena.  They could only hope that he would someday come out of his
shell and “blossom” as the saying went.
 
          Claudia arrived at her usual time, in her usual attire.  At
least, Zack *thought* it was her usual attire, until he noticed that
her shirt was far tighter than those she usually wore around him.  And
her legs were barely covered by the shorts she wore.  It was a warm
spring evening, and she was dressed for it.  Her long brown hair was
gathered into a pony-tail, giving her face a slightly impish look, as
her smile graced him with its presence.  Zack just stepped back to let
her in, not able to say anything as his mind wandered over all her
curves, both visible and hidden.  And, really, there weren’t all that
many hidden from him right now, but they were the ones he most wanted
to see.
 
          Zack and Claudia moved quickly back to his room.  It didn’t
occur to Zack, in his current state of excitement, that Claudia seemed
just as eager as he was.  His mother passed them in the hall, and
couldn’t resist poking fun at her son.
 
          “More computer studies tonight, eh, Zack?” she smiled.
 
          “Not tonight, Mom,” he replied.  “Tonight, we’re going to
study biology.”  *Or, more precisely, anatomy!*
 
          “Have fun.  Don’t work too hard.”
 
          Both kids quickly acknowledged her, and ducked into his
room.  Zack closed the door.  He was half tempted to lock it, but he
decided against it.  If his parents’ programming didn’t work, he would
be in deep shit after tonight, whether they could get in to stop him or
not.
 
          Though Claudia’s excitement was building, she kept herself
composed.  She set her books down on the desk, and carefully turned to
Zack.  He was looking at her, no, *leering* at her almost, and it was
obvious what he wanted, though he fought to hide it.  Ever since last
week, she had wanted it, too, but she didn’t want to show him.  She
couldn’t go out with him, he was an underclassman.  It would destroy
what social status she had.  Playing for some time, to let him adjust
to her being in the room, she asked, “Can we use the program again
tonight, Zack?”  She didn’t know she was sealing her fate with those
words.
 
          Zack snapped himself out of his daze.  The words *the
program* burned through the fog, and Zack remembered what he had to
do.  “Sure, Claudia¼ um, let me see¼” he realized that he hadn’t
changed the program back from when he used it on his Dad.  He fiddled
for a second, not really doing anything, then said to Claudia, “The
damned link got messed up somehow, I’ve got to reset it.”  He typed in
the appropriate command line options, and then sat back.  He motioned
Claudia to the screen as he double-clicked the icon.
 
 
 
          A few minutes later, Claudia straightened, running her hand
across her chest in the old “Z” maneuver.  Zack left this gesture for
Claudia, because he liked how she looked while doing it.  Once more,
Zack moved in.  She turned to him, and nearly threw herself at him. 
She moved over onto his lap, kissing him hotly.  Her tongue slipped
warmly into his mouth, dancing around his mouth, caressing his tongue,
and then she enticed his tongue into her mouth, their lips locked
tightly.
 
          Zack was caught off balance for a moment, not expecting
Claudia’s forceful reaction.  He recovered quickly, though, and his
hands roamed her body freely now, up and down her back, and then
squeezing her ass cheeks.  She moaned into his mouth, and pressed
herself more tightly against him.
 
          Zack pulled her shirt out of her shorts, and ran his hands
beneath it, up her bare back.  She squirmed in his lap as he caressed
her bare flesh, and then ran his hands around her sides, and began to
fondle her breasts.  He tweaked each of her nipples in turn as their
kissing continued.  Her writhing had given him a massive erection, and
he wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes off and fuck her
mercilessly, but he also wanted this first time to last.
 
          Claudia broke their kiss and leaned away from Zack, raising
her arms as a gesture for him to remove her shirt.  This he did, and
was presented with a view of her wonderful, firm tits, her nipples
hard, ready to be sucked.  He tossed her shirt onto the desk, and
lowered his mouth to one of those nipples, pulling it into his mouth,
and flicking the tip of his tongue across it repeatedly, eliciting a
deep moan from Claudia.  He continued to massage her other tit with his
fingers while his tongue danced across her nipple.  She was once again
writhing in his lap, and he knew she could feel his hard-on pressing
against her crotch.
 
          She reached down and pressed her hands gently on either side
of his cock, running her fingers along the length of that cloth-covered
rod.  This drove Zack wild, and he could barely hold off.  He lifted
his mouth from her breast and told her to stand up.  Once she did, he
pulled his pants and underwear down and off, yanking his shoes and
socks with them.  He nearly tore his shirt getting it off.  Now he was
completely nude, and she was naked from the waist up.  He would soon
have her out of the rest of her clothing, but he wanted more contact
first.
 
          “Kneel,” he said.  She quickly complied with his
instructions.  He was sitting back in his chair, and she was right in
front of him.  His cock stood up proudly, a full seven inches and
thicker than any she had seen before.  “Now, run your hands over my
dick.”  She reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around his
shaft, moving them up and down his length, exciting him until he could
barely stand it.  Through gritted teeth, he said, “Suck it, Claudia. 
Put it in your mouth and suck it!”
 
          Claudia hesitated only for an instant, and then leaned
forward and took him into her mouth, sucking just on the head at first,
still running her hands up and down his pole.  Slowly, she began to
take more of him in her mouth, moving slowly up and down his cock,
licking around the head and applying suction.  This was not something
that Claudia was used to doing, but it was what Zack wanted, and it was
what he would get.
 
          Her lips dropped lower and lower onto his shaft, until her
lips rested against the base of his dick.  She had deep-throated him! 
Zack was both astonished, and in heaven.  She paused only briefly
before she started moving her mouth more quickly up and down his rod,
running her tongue along the underside of his dick while her lips
passed quickly over the veined skin of his prick.
 
          Zack was certain a vacuum cleaner couldn’t suck this hard. 
The pleasure was shooting through him, and he was using all of the
control he had to hold off his climax, but he was close to coming,
anyway.  When he finally couldn’t stop it, he grunted loudly in
warning.  Claudia just kept sucking as his cum spurted from his dick. 
She was swallowing all of his sperm, not missing a drop.  Zack’s vision
blurred with the thrill of it.
 
          As he came down, he didn’t figure he was going to get
anything else that night.  But Claudia was still sucking him, and he
was amazed to find that he was getting hard again.  He let her keep on
until he had fully hardened again, and then he pulled her off him.  He
stood her up, and then reached for her shorts.  The button and zipper
came loose easily, and as he began to pull them down her legs, he
realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.  As he leaned over to pull
them all the way down her legs, he could smell her arousal, and he
could see the dampness glistening between her legs.  He couldn’t resist
placing a kiss against the top of her pussy lips, on her hooded clit. 
Claudia moaned loudly, and nearly fell against him.
 
 
 
          Outside the door, Zack’s parents had heard all of the
unmistakable noises of sex happening inside the room.
 
          “Shouldn’t we be doing something about that?” Grant asked.
 
          “Yes, we should be leaving them alone, Grant.  Would you want
him listening to us?”
 
          “No, I suppose not.”  Grant was still a little confused, but
his programming held, and he accepted his wife’s words without argument.
 
          “There’s something else you need to do,” Sharon said.
 
          “What’s that?”
 
          She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her pussy.  “You need
to take me down the hall and fuck my brains out,” she whispered
hoarsely.
 
 
 
          Back in Zack’s room, Claudia and Zack were once again
kissing, standing at the foot of his bed.  Zack’s hand snaked down to
her crotch, and her legs parted to give him access.  He ran his hand
lightly against her slit, and then slipped his middle finger deep into
her.  He felt her shudder with the sensation, and he began moving his
finger in and out of her, while his other hand slipped around her back,
holding her against him.  Their lips remained locked, but she moaned
constantly into his mouth.
 
          Finally, Claudia couldn’t stand it any longer.  She broke
their kiss and panted, “Zack, for God’s sake, fuck me!  I need you
inside me!  Stuff that big, hard cock of yours in me!”
 
          Zack himself was more than ready to fuck her, so he pushed
her gently down onto the bed, and then crawled up over her.  He placed
his dick at her opening, and paused.  He had only had sex once before,
and it had not been a good experience for anyone involved.  He knew
that this time was different, but that didn’t keep him from pausing.
 
          Claudia, however, just wanted him inside her.  She reached
down and grasped his dick firmly, pushing it into her.  Once the head
of his dick was inside her, he needed no further encouragement, and his
cock slipped eagerly into her sopping wet pussy.  Though she was tight,
he managed to slide all the way into her in one long, sensuous stroke,
the velvet of her cunt grasping his cock like a million gentle fingers
massaging him at once.  She began to rock her hips against him, and he
got the message.  He began to slide in and out of her, moving slowly at
first.  Claudia found this both extremely frustrating, and immensely
pleasurable.  She was groaning in pleasure, and never wanted it to end.
 
          Zack began to move faster as he sensed they were both
becoming even more aroused.  He leaned down to kiss her tits, lavishing
kisses all over them, and then sucking each of her nipples into his
mouth to suck on them briefly before moving on.  Claudia writhed
beneath him in ecstasy, unable to contain her cries of pleasure any
longer.  The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking: his
grunts, her screams, the wet sounds of their bodies coupling, the
creaking of his bed.  He reflected briefly that it was a good thing his
parents were under control, because there is no way he’d have been able
to hide this.
 
          Suddenly, Claudia was rocked with spasms of pleasure, her
body thrashing beneath him in the throes of passion.  Her cunt rippled
along his cock, trying to pull him all the way inside her.  The velvet
fingers of her pussy massaged and gripped his cock until he couldn’t
stand it any longer, and he, too, came, wave after wave of cum
splashing into her hole, filling her as they both cried out in climax.
 
          It seemed like forever before they came off their high, and
when they did, they lay beside each other on the bed, his cock still
buried in her pussy.  They kissed tenderly as they snuggled that way. 
Only then did they notice the rather loud noises of sex coming from
down the hall.  Claudia was slightly shocked, but Zack just smiled
quietly to himself.  *Well, at least Dad is getting some, too**¼*
 
 
 
          After a while, Zack looked to Claudia, and knew it was time
to test the other part of her programming, the part he’d added just
yesterday.
 
          “Claudia?” he asked, wanting her full attention.
 
          “Hmmm?” she answered sleepily.
 
          “I want to keep going out with you.”
 
          “But, we haven’t actually been out together, Zack,” she
answered.
 
          “Well, okay, then I’d like to keep screwing you,” he said
with a chuckle.
 
          “I want that, too.”
 
          “But, do you think we should be able to¼ see other people,
too?”  This was the acid test.  Her response was written into her
programming.
 
          “You can have whoever you want, Zack.  But it wouldn’t be
right for me to have anyone but you.”
 
*          Perfect response!*  “Okay, I’m glad we agree.  But, Claudia,
I need you to help me get my next girlfriend.”
 
          She was completely awake now.  “I’m not sure how I can help,
Zack, but I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
 
          “That’s good.  All you have to do is convince her to come to
my room.  I’ll take care of the rest.”
 
          “I can probably do that for you, Zack.  Who is it?”
 
          “Your friend, Stephanie,” Zack said matter-of-factly.
 
          Claudia was stunned momentarily, and then her programming
took over fully.  “Yes¼ I think you’d be good for Stephanie.  She needs
someone like you.”
 
          “I’m glad you see it my way, Claudia.  When might you be able
to bring her over here?”
 
          “Well, unfortunately, Stephanie is very busy during the
week.  I probably won’t be able to get her here until the weekend.”
 
          “That’s quite all right, Claudia.”
 
          “Zack?”
 
          “Yeah?”
 
          “What about me?  If I bring Stephanie here, what will I do
while you are¼ you know?”
 
          “I’m sure I can find something for you to be doing, Claudia,
don’t worry.”  Zack smiled inwardly.  He knew what Claudia would be
doing while he was fucking Stephanie, but he wanted to surprise her
with it.
 
          “Okay, Zack.  I’ll try to get her here on Saturday afternoon,
then, if that’s okay.”
 
          “That would be absolutely perfect, Claudia.”
 
          While they had been talking, Claudia’s hands had been roaming
Zack’s body, and he realized that he was once again hard inside her. 
Without any words, he rolled over onto her, and began rutting into her
once more.  Their sounds of passion filled the room once more as their
bodies engaged each other, seeking pleasure.
 
 
 
          The next day at lunch, Claudia passed by Zack’s table and
quickly bent down to say, “I convinced her to come see your program on
Saturday.  She thinks we’re going to the mall after that.  I hope I did
okay.”  He could see the concern in her eyes that she had done what he
wanted.
 
          “Perfect.  Now, Claudia, kiss me.”
 
          With only the slightest hesitation, Claudia leaned over and
placed a very warm kiss on Zack’s lips.  He shouldn’t have made her do
it, because it ignited in him the fiery need for her body.
 
          As she broke the kiss, he ignored the amazed stares of their
classmates as he asked her, “You are coming over for tutoring tonight,
aren’t you?”
 
          “Of course.  Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she said, as
she turned to go.
 
          Zack glanced over at Stephanie as Claudia walked back to the
table.  Stephanie was looking at her friend incredulously.  *As if I’m
some kind of leper.  Well, Stephanie Bromwell, we’ll see how much you
despise me after this weekend!*
 
 
 
To Be Continued¼
 
