Katherine Banks (Kat): A very horny, 25-year-old, sexually imaginative woman. Virgin because no one has wanted to take her virginity away.
Caleb Whitaker (Cal): Kat's male counterpart. Similar story.
Peter: Cal's Avatar
Angela: Kat's Avatar; also Kat's friend, Angela Newman, Cal's elementary school days crush
Susan Simmons: A tech at the Finkelman Cyberspace Research Center; has the hots for Cal.
Melanie: Susan's Avatar. Also has the hots for Cal.
Paul Brighton: A tech at the FCRC. Has the hots for Susan and Kat.
Simon: Paul's Avatar. Also has the hots for Susan and Kat.
Keith: A tech at the FCRC where Angela Newman lives. Really likes fucking Angela.
Jack: Keith's Avatar. Can't get enough of Angela Newman.
Let the story continue....
Katherine was all alone at the Mutant Tits Meet Monster Cocks double feature at the XXX theatre. She was watching the obligatory lesbian scene; two EE-cup dykes making out like that was the only way to get off. Kat’s fingers were slowly working her wet pussy; she didn’t want to get off to two women eating each other, but she didn’t want to dry out, either.
“Two women can be quite a turn-on,” said a husky voice behind her. “Personally, I like to see a monster cock fucking a hot pussy hard and fast, making her mutant tits flop around.”
Katherine pulled her fingers out of her quim and turned around. A short, pudgy, balding man with thick glasses was sitting right behind her. “What did you just say to me?” she demanded.
“Just that I prefer to see a monster cock fucking a hot pussy hard and fast, making her mutant tits flop around. That turns me on, and I bet it does the same to you. Maybe you need a little help; every now and then, I need help, too,” he answered, looking right at her 44EE tits.
“Well…” she said, and he reached over her seat and gently cupped her breast. “OOhhh…” she moaned as he caressed her covered boob. “I like that. Maybe you CAN help me.” She turned a little further around and kissed him. “I don’t have a monster cock to match your mutant tits,” he said, “but I’ve never had a complaint from any woman I’ve had,” he said, walking around to sit next to her. “I guess I’ve been lucky that way,” he continued, unzipping his pants as he sat down. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and gently pulled it off of her, showing her full and heavy 44EE tits almost in control in a ¼ cup, front-closing, black ultrasheer-lace bra that really shouldn’t be able to support her rack. He opened the closure and slowly removed her bra and fondled her mutant tits while kissing her deeply.
Katherine moaned deep in her throat. This shouldn’t be happening, she thought. Peter should be here doing this to me. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, encouraging the man to do more.
He pulled away from her amazing kiss, and slowly made his way down her luscious body, stopping at the magnificent boobs. He gently played with them, making her moan in pleasure. He sucked her nipples, then tweaked them as he moved further down. She spread her legs in anticipation, and he did not disappoint her. His lips and tongue began making magic with her vaginal lips and clitoris, her juices beginning to freely flow. He pulled away and said, “It’s not yet time for you to cum, my dear,” as he pulled down his pants. His cock wasn’t monstrous, but it wasn’t small, either. He put his rigid manhood at her nether area and slowly pushed in the head.
“More… deeper,” she rasped, her voice hoarse with sexual desire. He silently obliged, pushing an inch or two further in. “Yeesssss…” she hissed. “More, please.”
He pulled part way back out, then shoved hard, sinking his eight-inch long, one-inch thick boner all the way into her sopping cunt. “OOOHHH!!!!” she moaned, “exactly right!! Fuck me!!”
He began fucking her hole hard, fast, and as deep as he could. He sexed her quietly, but the squishing of her wet quim seemed quite loud to both of them. She wrapped her long, sexy legs around him and encouraged him to fuck harder. He obliged by leaning over her, shortening his strokes and pistoning his cock into and out of her cylinder, always making sure there was full contact with her engorged clit.
“Pinch my nipples… pinch them hard!!” she cried, so close to orgasm she could taste it. He pinched one nipple and bit the other, the combination sending the remaining signals to her pussy. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!” she hoarsely cried. “PERFECT!!! AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Her quim gushed juices all over his crotch as he exploded in her twat, filling her with man-cum.
He kissed Katherine as he slowly deflated. “I knew I could help,” the man said. “Thank you for letting me.”
“What’s your name?” Katherine asked. “You seem familiar to me.”
“My friends call me Cal, Miss Banks”, he said. “You can call me anytime.” He kissed her deeply and gave her breasts a final fondle.
* * * * *
Oh, my God, Kat thought, where did that one come from? And who’s Cal? Kat looked at her bed. “Dang!” she said. “I’m going to have to clean up my bedding AGAIN!!!” Her sheets were soaked from Angela and her latest fantasy.
Wait a minute, Kat thought. Only a few people call me “Miss Banks.” Those would be every teacher I ever had, my parents when they’re mad at me, and that man I met at the Laundromat. What was his name? Kat pondered for several minutes, reforming her mental picture of him: a little taller than herself; balding; not much to look at; thick glasses, like her. His name was… Whitaker… Caleb Whitaker. Cal for short, to his friends; to Kat, he was Mr. Whitaker. Now she had it. She also remembered the orgasm she had in the Laundromat bathroom after talking with him; this one was almost as big as back then, and Peter hadn’t helped this time.
“Maybe my mind is telling me I need to date him,” she said. “Well, it certainly couldn’t hurt. And maybe I’ll finally lose my virginity.” Although she definitely wouldn’t mind Paul from the FCRC to relieve him of that. She always wanted a well-endowed man to do that job.
“I’ll ask Peter at the FCRC tomorrow,” Kat decided, happy with that decision. “I’ll tell him somewhat of how I really look. Maybe he won’t be too disappointed.”
* * * * *
Cal arrived at the FCRC about 10 minutes early. “Susan’s in a meeting,” Melanie said cheerfully, smiling her bright smile and showing Cal her cleavage. “She won’t be out for another 10 minutes or so. Is there anything I can do to you -- I mean, for you?”
Cal ogled her impressive cleavage and wondered if real human flesh would stay in what little she was wearing. “Actually, Melanie, I came early to talk with you about the Avatar program and some of the other test subjects.” Melanie’s smile got bigger. “Is there any way you could look up an Avatar’s name and get his or her human’s information?” Cal asked.
Melanie’s smile deflated a little. “We receptionists aren’t allowed to reveal the personal information of our clients to other clients without prior approval. You can ask Susan about it when she cums to see you.” Her eyes twinkled a little as she spoke. She leaned towards Cal and whispered, “I think Susan likes you, Cal; maybe even more than I do.” A beautiful breast fell out of her top. Cal couldn’t help but look; his boner got a jump start. “Oops!” Melanie giggled. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” Her look gave her remark the lie.
Cal reached over the desk. “Let me help you with that,” he said, taking the full, firm breast in hand and fondling it lovingly, gently tweaking her nipple, and then pushing it back into Melanie’s top. “God, that feels real,” Cal said, winking at Melanie. “I’d swear that’s a real breast I was squeezing.”
“You’d swear it was a real pussy you were fucking, if you’d do me here in the lobby,” Melanie suggested, showing both of her tits to Cal. “I’m not wearing any underwear today,” she added suggestively, as she covered back up.
Cal’s hardon reached its full length and girth at what Melanie showed him and said, “Maybe we can have a good time, soon,” Cal said, winking at Melanie. “I’d like that.”
“I’d like that, too,” Melanie replied, looking at Cal’s crotch and licking her lips. “Susan will be out shortly,” Melanie said, all business all of a sudden.
“Mr. Whitaker, I presume?” asked a tall man of medium build. “I hope our receptionist wasn’t being naughty towards you. Let me introduce myself. I’m Dr. Peter Finkelman. I created all the technology in use here and at all of my other facilities. Susan told me of the tremendous response you had at your last session.”
Cal held out a hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Finkelman. It was really, really real there. I could have sworn I was doing it with a real woman.”
Dr. Finkelman shook Cal’s hand. “For all intents and purposes, you were doing it with a real woman. You felt everything your Avatar felt, and she felt everything her Avatar felt. Effectively, you had sex with a real woman, without the possibility of getting her pregnant or catching an STD or other disease.”
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Susan said, walking up to the two men. “I assume you have introduced yourselves?”
“Yes, Miss Simmons, we have indeed,” Dr. Finkelman said. “I shall leave Mr. Whitaker in your capable hands.” Dr. Finkelman leaned in to Susan and whispered into her ear, “Watch out for Melanie. She has eyes on him.”
Susan whispered back, “I know she does. She’ll have him soon, I’m sure. Then she’ll be less… uninhibited.” She looked at Cal. “Are you ready for your next session, Cal?” she asked. Dr. Finkelman left, going down the hall towards the offices.
“Yeah, sure. But I have a few questions first,” Cal said. “Should I ask them here or in the Lab?”
“In the Lab would be better, Cal,” Susan said, taking Cal’s hand and gently pulling him towards Lab 2. She placed his hand on her ass as they passed Melanie. The look Melanie shot at them could have killed them both.
Susan and Cal sat down, she in a chair and he on the table. “What are your questions, Cal?” Susan asked, aiming her cleavage at Cal in the same manner that Melanie had.
Cal swallowed hard before answering. “Well, my first question is, would it be possible to get the name, address and phone number of an Avatar’s human?”
“I’m sorry Cal, but that information is private, and we can’t give it out without the human’s prior approval. Is there someone in particular you had in mind?” Susan uncrossed her legs and gave Cal a view of her creamy thighs and the hidden delights just above them.
“Well, yes; two people, actually. First would be Angela’s human’s information; second would be yours,” Cal said, hoping she would be OK with that. “And you have my permission to give out my information to any female that asks.”
“Hmmm… mine, huh? I never would have guessed,” Susan said slyly. “I’ll give you that info after your session. Now, I have good news for you. Your last session was so responsive that Dr. Finkelman okayed the installation of your Home Unit. We’ll send out the engineers to see if you have enough space for the installation and…”
Cal cut her off. “I live in a one-bedroom apartment. I don’t have adequate space for the home unit.”
“We’re going to have to relocate you, then,” Susan said. “Dr. Finkelman wants you to be a permanent part of the Finkelman Cybersex Research Center. Without the Home Unit, you can’t be one of us.”
“Relocate me? What do you mean?” Cal asked. “I like my apartment.”
“We will find you a house, either in town or out of town, with adequate space for the Home Unit. The Home Unit includes a Phase III Avatar unit. You’re almost ready for it.” Susan’s breasts fell out of her top.
Cal ogled Susan’s bare breasts as they hung out there. “Uh… your… breasts…” Cal stammered, “they’re hanging out…” Cal pulled his eyes away.
“Oh, my tits ARE hanging out, Cal. Thank you for telling me.” Susan pulled her top up over her boobs, but they fell out again. “Oh well, Cal, they just won’t stay in.” She took her top off. “I guess I’ll just have to do this session topless.” She winked at Cal and turned to her computer. “We have a new accessory, prompted by your discharge last time. We call it the Fluid Collection Kit, or FuCK. It’s a one-time use device to collect any fluid discharge during your session. When we install your Home Unit, we’ll give you 10,000 of these units. That should suffice for a long while. If you start to run out, just call us and we’ll bring over more units.” Susan reached down between her legs. “Oh, Cal. Angela’s human is requesting your information. I’ll send it right over.” Susan touched a couple of keys and returned to Cal. “I expect you’ll have her information by the end of the session.”
“That’s great,” said Cal. “I can hardly wait for this session.”
“Okay, then, Cal. You know the drill.” Susan winked at him. She said, in her best commanding voice, “Assume the position!”
Cal laid down with the helmet secured to his head. Everything went black…
* * * * *
Kat arrived at the FCRC about 10 minutes early. “Paul’s in a meeting,” Simon said cheerfully, smiling his bright smile. “He won’t be out for another 10 minutes or so. Is there anything I can do to you for you?”
. “Actually, Simon, I came early to talk with you about the Avatar program and some of the other test subjects.” Simon’s smile got bigger. “Is there any way you could look up an Avatar’s name and get his or her human’s information?” Kat asked.
Simon’s smile deflated a little. “We receptionists aren’t allowed to reveal the personal information of our clients to other clients without prior approval. You can ask Paul about it when he cums to see you.” His eyes twinkled a little as he spoke. He leaned towards Kat and whispered, “I think Paul likes you, Kat; maybe even more than I do.”
“Miss Banks, I presume?” asked a tall man of medium build.
“Yes, Mr…” Kat said, looking at the man in the white lab coat.
“Dr. Peter Finkelman, at your service.” He held out a hand.
Kat shook his hand and wondered about him.
“I created all the technology in use here and at all of my other facilities. Paul told me of the tremendous response you had at your last session,” Dr. Finkelman said.
“Pleased to meet you, Dr. Finkelman. It was very real there. I could have sworn I was doing it with a real man.”
“For all intents and purposes, you were doing it with a real man. You felt everything your Avatar felt, and he felt everything his Avatar felt. Effectively, you had sex with a real man, without the possibility of getting pregnant or catching an STD or other disease,” Dr. Finkelman explained.
“Good afternoon,” Paul said. “I assume you’ve introduced yourselves?”
“Yes, Mr. Brighton, we have,” Dr. Finkelman said. “Well, Miss Banks, I shall leave you in Mr. Brighton’s capable hands.” Dr. Finkelman turned and walked off toward the offices.
“Are you ready for your next session, Kat?” Paul asked.
“Yes,” Kat responded, “but there a couple of questions I’d like to ask first. May I ask them here, or would in the Lab be better?”
“Definitely in the Lab would be better,” Paul said, taking Kat’s hand and leading her to Lab 2.
Paul and Kat sat down, he in a chair and she on the table. “What are your questions, Kat?” Paul asked.
Kat looked Paul in the eyes before answering. “Well, my first question is, would it be possible to get the name, address and phone number of an Avatar’s human?”
“I’m sorry Kat, but that information is private, and we can’t give it out without the human’s prior approval. Is there someone in particular you had in mind?” Paul asked, looking askance at Kat.
“Well, yes; two people, actually. First would be Peter’s human’s information; second would be yours,” Kat said, hoping he would be OK with that. “And you have my permission to give out my information to any male that asks.”
“Hmmm… mine, huh? I never would have guessed,” Paul said slyly. “I’ll give you that info after your session. Now, I have good news for you. Your last session was so responsive that Dr. Finkelman okayed the installation of your Home Unit. We’ll send out the engineers to see if you have enough space for the installation and…”
Kat cut her off. “I live in a one-bedroom apartment. I don’t have adequate space for the home unit.”
“We’re going to have to relocate you, then,” Paul said. “Dr. Finkelman wants you to be a permanent part of the Finkelman Cybersex Research Center. Without the Home Unit, you can’t be one of us.”
“Relocate me? What do you mean?” Kat asked. “I like my apartment.”
“We will find you a house, either in town or out of town, with adequate space for the Home Unit. The Home Unit includes a Phase III Avatar unit. You’re almost ready for it,” Paul said. “That was the purpose of my meeting today. We have a new accessory, prompted by your discharge last time. We call it the Fluid Collection Kit, or FuCK. It’s a one-time use device to collect any fluid discharge during your session. When we install your Home Unit, we’ll give you 10,000 of these units. That should suffice for a long while. If you start to run out, just call us and we’ll bring over more units.” Paul reached down between his legs. “Oh, Kat. Peter’s human is requesting your information. I’ll send it right over.” Paul touched a couple of keys and returned to Kat. “I expect you’ll have his information by the end of the session.”
“That’s great,” said Kat. “I can hardly wait for this session.”
“Okay, then, Kat. You know the drill.” Paul winked at her. He said, in his best commanding voice, “Assume the position!”
Kat laid down with the helmet secured to her head. Everything went black…
* * * * *
Oh, my God, thought Peter. Where did I say we were to meet before coming to my place? Peter began to panic. He took a deep breath and calmed down. “First things first,” he told himself. “Get dressed.” He turned on the lights and went to his closet. He chose a sporty outfit, showing off his build. He went to his dresser and picked some matching socks, but no underwear, just like before. He quickly dressed, brushed his teeth and hair, got a pair of shoes out of his closet, looked at his room and said, ”Damn! I really need to clean up or she’ll never want to come back!” Then he realized he was in cyberspace. All he had to do was imagine his room clean and it would be clean. “Well, I hope she remembers the club,” Peter said, and walked to his door.
* * * * *
Angela turned the lights on in her bedroom and went straight to her closet. I want him to know that I want him, she thought. She chose a tight-fitting, tiny top that didn’t allow for little things like bras. I may not have Melanie’s tits, but I can show off what I do have. She teased her nipples right up to their fullness, also wetting her pussy lips. She then chose a skin tight leather skirt that barely covered her tight ass. She completed the ensemble with a pair of coordinating three-inch heels.
She checked herself out in the mirror and liked what she saw. There could be no mistaking that she was horny, hot, and ready for whatever sexual Olympics Peter had in mind. Oh, no, Angela thought. Where were we supposed to meet before going to his place? She panicked a little before saying, “Well, I hope he remembers the club,” and walking out her door.
* * * * *
The Club Across the Street was a cheery place, brightly lit around the bar and the tables in front, rather dim over the dance floor and the tables in back. The club had a live band that played most nights, anything from cool jazz to hot rock and anything in between. Drinks were cheap, and the food was great.
Peter walked in to the club and chose a table close to the dance floor. He scanned the area and saw that Angela hadn’t yet arrived. He thought, I hope she thinks to come here tonight. He signaled the waitress. Melanie came over with a pad in hand. “Hi, Peter,” she purred, winking and showing her cleavage. “I’m moonlighting tonight. What’ll it be, besides me?” She giggled and wiggled her boobs at him.
“Beer and red wine,” Peter said, looking at her impressive chest. Despite himself, his manhood began to rise to the occasion.
“Cumming right up,” Melanie said, winking.
Melanie brought the drinks. Peter paid and gave Melanie a big tip for the impromptu show. Melanie left the table, and the bell over the door rang as Angela entered.
“Wow,” Peter said under his breath. “She’s outdone herself tonight.” Peter’s eyes were glued to the vision of female sexuality that walked into the club: massive melons, barely covered; nifty nipples poking up against her top; long, luscious legs leading to an awesome ass. Peter’s crotch rocket came close to launching.
Angela saw Peter sitting alone, smiled at him, and walked over to his table and sat down. Peter stared at her the whole time. “Well,” she said, turning her 10,000-volt electric green eyes on him, “do you like?” She flounced a little in her seat.
“Uh… uh… uh,” Peter said, almost drooling. “Red wine. Yours.” He pushed the glass of wine to Angela. Peter shook his head and took a deep breath. “Please don’t take this the wrong way,” he said. “You’re dressed like a hooker trying to sell some ass.”
“Good,” Angela said, smiling at Peter. “Then I achieved my goal.” She inhaled deeply and her nipples pointed through her skimpy shirt. “I hope you like what you see,” she purred. “I dressed this way especially for you.”
A slow song began. “Shall we dance?” Peter asked, standing and holding his hand out to Angela. She noticed his bulge, smiled wickedly, and said, “I’d love to.” They walked out to the dance floor, and Peter took Angela in his arms. They swayed together in time to the music; Angela laid her head on Peter’s shoulder; Peter put his hands on her butt and gently squeezed; Angela rubbed her crotch against Peter’s bulge; Peter nibbled on Angela’s neck.
Someone shouted, “Get a Room!!!” The voice was distinctly female. There was also a soft giggle.
“Shall we blow this joint so you can blow my joint?” asked Peter, looking into Angela’s electric green eyes.
“MMmmm,” Angela purred, “I thought you’d never ask. Lead the way.”
Peter imagined his bedroom, immaculately clean, took Angela by the hand, and led her to the door. They went through…
Peter and Angela entered his bedroom. Everything was just as Peter had pictured it, excepting the fact that they were both bare-ass naked.
Peter looked around and saw Angela in all her nude glory. “Oh my God,” Peter said. “That wasn’t supposed to happen!!!”
“Don’t worry about it, Peter. However it happened, it’s a great timesaver,” Angela chuckled, and pushed Peter onto his bed. “Now be quiet while I blow your joint after blowing that joint we were in.” Angela suited actions to words as she knelt between his legs and took his monster manhood in her hands and started licking and stroking his massive erection.
“MMMmmm,” Peter said, wrapping his fingers in her long, thick, wavy hair.
She sucked his cockhead into her lips, and licked all around it with her tongue. She pushed a couple of inches of his shaft into her mouth; she pulled back out; she sucked harder and pulled more of his shaft in. Peter grabbed her hair and pulled her face closer, forcing more of his huge cock into her mouth and down her throat. His pecker responded by growing to its full size of 16 inches long and four inches thick. Angela almost gagged on his hugeness, but she just relaxed and pushed harder, taking ¾ of his length down her throat.
Peter was close to cumming and told Angela so. She reluctantly pulled his tumescence out of her hot mouth and started kissing her way up his body. As her tatas reached his cock, she stopped for a little and wrapped her hot titflesh around his dickflesh. She tittie-fucked him for a few long strokes, then continued kissing up his body, finally reaching his waiting lips.
Peter felt up her boobs while they were kissing, tongues furiously lashing each other. Her nipples were hard as erasers, fully engorged, just like his cock. She lifted up her awesome ass and straddled Peter’s hips, slowly lowering her scabbard onto his sword.
“MMMmmm,” they moaned together. “That feels good,” Peter said, looking into Angela’s fiery eyes. She started fucking Peter, pushing more and more of him into her womanhood. Soon, all of him was all the way in her, and she stopped at the end of a downstroke.
“I want you, Peter,” Angela said. “Not just here in cyberspace, but out there in real space. I want you to have my real body. I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me.” She began slowly stroking his cock with her pussy lips.
“I would like that, Angela,” Peter said, “because I want you, too. For real.” He started thrusting up into her, matching speed and length of stroke. “I want to make you cum just like in here. But I’m afraid you wouldn’t think much of me. I’m not even close to anything like this.” He began increasing his tempo, and she matched him.
“I don’t even have tits,” Angela said, feeling the lust from her partner. She started fucking harder. “Just little nipples that get hard really easily. But I do cum like my Avatar,” she said, starting to feel like she was getting close. She tried to slow down, but Peter was having none of that.
“Wow,” Peter said. “I didn’t think a real girl could cum like that.” He was punishing her quim with his relentless fucking, and she was loving it.
“Be quiet and fuck me,” she hissed, slamming down on his pecker and rolling over, so he was on top and he was all the way in her. “Fuck me and make me cum!!!”
Peter did as commanded and started reaming her pussy, just like last time. Her tits were bouncing, her ass was pushing up against him, and he was going deep into her. Soon, she wrapped her long, luscious legs around him, locking her heels above his hips. She pushed her ass hard against him, pulled him down on top of her, and started screaming, “OOOHH GGGOOOODDD!!! I’M CCCUUUMMMIIINNGGG!!!” Her vaginal walls began a milking action that forced Peter to begin jetting his own cum deep into Angela’s love orifice. “AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” was all that he managed to say.
Peter rolled off of his lover, and his cock popped out of her pussy, wet and slimy. His bedding was soaked from her ejaculation. “By the way, Peter,” Angela said sheepishly, “I squirt; a LOT.” She smiled at him. She then felt an oozing from her vagina. “I squirt a lot, too,” Peter said, scooping some of the mixed juices from her quim and feeding them to Angela. “Tell me how we taste together.”
Angela licked his fingers. “MMmmm… better than champagne,” she cooed. She reached down between her legs and scooped a little more out. “Try it yourself.”
Peter licked Angela’s fingers clean. “You’re right, it really does taste good. But I wouldn’t compare it to champagne; I hate the stuff. I’d say more like ‘Better than a fine vintage of White Zinfandel!” “
They both laughed in the afterglow of one very sweet orgasm. He fondled her tits and kissed her deeply. She responded unabashedly, letting him know he could have her any time he wanted.
“I have to go,” she said. “Our time is almost up. Meet me at the club at 7:00 tonight; I’ll be in a black high-neck cocktail dress, with flats. I’ll also be wearing thick glasses.”
“I’ll be there,” Peter said. “I’ll be wearing my only suit, and I’ll have thick glasses, too.” They kissed deeply one more time, Peter pinching Angela’s nipples before she got up. She went out the bedroom door and closed it behind her….
The door opened and Melanie walked in, her bare body glowing in the light. “Did you like my little present, Peter?” she asked. “I rigged your bedroom door so any time a woman came in, she and anybody with her would become naked. It’s a great timesaver.” She jiggled her chest as she chuckled. “Now it’s my turn,” she purred, her eyes smoking. She straddled his face and put her pussy lips right on his mouth, then leaned down and sucked his massive pole into her mouth and down her throat in one gulp.
“MMmm,” she moaned. She started fucking her mouth with his hard cock and grinding her wet, steamy crotch against his face. Peter responded as any male would; he made a meal of her hot cunt until she pulled her pussy away from him and turned around. She straddled his hips and pushed his bulging cockhead into her pussy, slamming his enormous manhood all the way into her in one slick push. “That’s what I’ve wanted, Peter,” she said. “I’ve wanted your big cock deep in my pussy.” She started bouncing on his huge manhood, getting faster and harder, her mammoth tits bouncing in time with her action. “I also reset your time. You’ve got until five minutes after you and I cum. Now, fuck me like you want me.” She leaned her titanic tits into his face, and he started licking and sucking her nipples.
Peter’s hips couldn’t help themselves; they started matching Melanie’s thrusts, speed for speed and power for power, forcing his manhood all the way into her womanhood. Soon, Melanie’s pussy exploded, milking Peter’s cock. Peter also orgasmed, filling Melanie’s pussy with his cum.
She collapsed onto his chest, her hard nipples making an indentation in his pecs. “That’s just right,” she cooed, laying her head against Peter’s neck. “Simon’s good, but you’re way better. I needed that.” She kissed him deeply. “Make a date with me, and we’ll go more slowly,” she said. “I think you’ll like it better.” She kissed him again and walked out the door.
God, Melanie was hot, Peter thought, almost as hot as Angela. He felt a little guilty at that thought. He got up and looked at his bed. The blankets were torn up and soaked; the pillows were all over his room. He said, “I’ll clean it up later.” He walked over and went through the bedroom door.
* * * * *
Kat opened her eyes and saw she was back in the Lab. “Where’s MAC?” she asked, knowing full well that she squirted a lot at her orgasm.
“He’s not needed today, Kat,” Paul said. “We attached a FuCK to your setup, and it worked marvelously. It has a two-quart capacity; even so, you almost overloaded it.” He showed her the collection bag; it was 7/8 full, and quite warm to the touch. “I take it you had an enjoyable session?” Paul asked, again indicating the bag.
“Very satisfying,” Kat admitted, blushing a little. “We made a date to meet tonight at the club. Maybe I’ll finally have real, naked sex with a real, naked man and lose, for real, my virginity.” Her nipples stiffened at the thought, and her nether lips began to get warm and moist.
“Well, then, I’ll let you get ready for your date. We’ll forego the regular debriefing,” Paul said. “Oh… one more thing. I need to take a DNA sample by swabbing your cheek. Is that all right?”
“Sure,” Kat said, wondering why they needed a DNA sample. “Go ahead.” She opened her mouth and Paul swabbed each cheek, using a clean swab each time.
“Thank you,” Paul said. “I hope things work out for you tonight.”
“You’re welcome,” Kat replied. “I hope things work out for me tonight, too.”
* * * * *
Cal opened his eyes and saw he was back in the Lab. “Where’s MAC?” he asked, knowing full well that he shot a lot at his orgasm.
“He’s not needed today, Cal,” Susan said. “We attached a FuCK to your setup, and it worked marvelously.” She showed him the collection bag; it had a puddle of creamy white goo in it. “I take it you had an enjoyable session?” Susan asked, again indicating the bag.
“Very satisfying,” Cal admitted. “We made a date to meet tonight at the club.” His penis stiffened a little at the thought.
“Well, then, I’ll let you get ready for your date. We’ll forego the regular debriefing,” Susan said. “Oh… one more thing. I need to take a DNA sample by swabbing your cheek. Is that all right?”
“Sure,” Cal said, wondering why they needed a DNA sample. “Go ahead.” He opened his mouth and Susan swabbed each cheek, using a clean swab each time.
“Thank you,” Susan said. “I hope things work out for you tonight.”
“You’re welcome,” Cal replied. “I hope things work out for me tonight, too.” He got off the lab table and began dressing. “Hey, I need to tell you something about my session,” Cal said. “Melanie came into my bedroom after Angela, the Avatar, left. She said she had tweaked my program so that if a woman came in through my bedroom door, she and everybody who was with her would be naked. She also messed with my timer so I wouldn’t leave until about five minutes after she and I had our orgasms. How could that happen?”
“I don’t know, Cal,” Susan said, standing close to him. “Our Avatars have a lot of freedom, but that just isn’t allowed.” She leaned against his body, sliding her hand to his penis. “I just don’t understand.” She placed his hand on her bare breast. “Things like that aren’t supposed to happen.” She stroked his pecker, making it stand up. “They aren’t supposed to get involved with our clients.” She kissed him gently as he caressed her breast, making her nipple stand up.
“I really should be going,” Cal rasped, kissing her deeply. “I need to get ready for my date.” He nuzzled her neck as he caressed her other breast, making the nipple hard as an eraser. “I suppose the techs aren’t supposed to get involved with their clients, either,” he said, sliding a hand into her panties and rubbing her clit.
“No, we’re not,” Susan breathed huskily, pushing hard against his questing fingers. “We’re supposed to be non-emotional observers.” She pushed her tits into his face. “We’re not supposed to do things like this.” She forced two of his fingers into her sopping wet pussy. “Sex is for the clients, in and out of cyberspace.” She jerked his cock faster and harder.
“Then why are you and I doing this?” Cal asked, sucking and nibbling on two hard, hot nipples. “I need to cum in your pussy,” he whispered, lifting her onto the lab table. “I need to taste your juices,” he said, pulling her soaked panties off her and spreading her legs.
Susan said “NO!!” in a very loud voice. She snapped her legs closed and pushed Cal away. “I’m NOT Melanie.” Susan started crying. “I want you, Cal, more than ANYthing! I created Melanie to have a very active libido, like me. I enjoy sex very much. I like having a human male penis in my human female vagina. It feels really good.” She looked at Cal, lust and shame in her eyes. “When you called and told Melanie you were a virgin, that set her off. She’s always wanted to deflower a male virgin, knowing she never could. She’s not REAL.” Susan gazed at Cal’s eyes, seeing confusion, lust, and like all mixed together.
“Look,” she continued, “you need to go on your date tonight. Be nice to her; treat her well. I know you will. If she offers to take you back to her place, go there. If she wants to go to your place, make sure it’s cleaned up. Do what naked adults like to do. Then come back here. We may have a surprise ready.” She held up the DNA swabs meaningfully.
Cal was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe what he was told. His pecker deflated faster than a balloon with a hole in it. He finished getting dressed and thought about what Susan said. “OK,” Cal said. “I’ll go on my date and see what happens. Then I’ll call here and come over.”
“Don’t call here, Cal,” Susan said. “Call me at home. I can shut down Melanie from there without her knowledge. Then come over here.”
“All right, I’ll do it that way,” Cal responded. “And I’ll be back.” He kissed her gently on the cheek and left the building without even looking at Melanie.
* * * * *
Cal looked at the two slips of paper Susan had given him. One was for Katherine Banks; the other was for Susan Simmons. He entered both names and phone numbers into his contact list on his cell phone. Then he got ready for his date.
Fortunately, Cal didn’t need to do too much about cleaning his apartment. He did change his sheets, and he washed up the dishes in the sink. He took a shower, shaved, brushed his teeth, and did what he could with his lack of hair. For about the millionth time, he wished he’d gone in for laser eye surgery to correct his vision; he definitely did NOT like his glasses. Unfortunately, he was virtually blind without them.
He checked Katherine’s paper again; 5-feet-2-inches tall; plain face; thick glasses; brown hair, worn short; hazel eyes; 30A-25-30. “No figure; not much to look at; practically blind. We have a lot in common,” he mused. “No one would try to take her from me, and no one would try to take me from her. We’re almost a perfect couple.” He looked at her picture. Part of her Avatar was there; he could see it in her eyes. “She would never be a beauty,” he said aloud, “but she could be pretty if she let her hair grow out a little and she fixed up her face.”
He put on his suit, tied his tie, tied his shoes, and looked in the mirror one last time. “Who am I kidding?” he said. “She’ll never want to see me again; not here, and not in cyberspace.” He picked up his phone and started to dial Kat’s number. “No,” he said to himself. He closed his cell phone. “I’m going through with this.” He put his phone in his jacket pocket and headed for the door.
* * * * *
Kat looked at the two slips of paper Paul had given her. One was for Caleb Whitaker; the other was for Paul Brighton. She entered both names and phone numbers into her contact list on her cell phone. Then she got ready for her date.
She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and did what she could with her hair. For about the millionth time, she wished she’d gone in for laser eye surgery to correct her vision; she definitely did NOT like her glasses. Unfortunately, she was virtually blind without them.
She checked Caleb’s paper again; 5-feet-5-inches tall; plain face; thick glasses; definite male hair loss; brown eyes. “Not much to look at; practically blind; not very tall for a guy. We have some stuff in common,” she mused. “No one would try to take him from me, and no one would try to take me from him. We’re almost a perfect couple.” She looked at his picture. Part of his Avatar was there; she could see it in his eyes.
She put on her dress, slipped on her shoes, and looked in the mirror one last time. “Who am I kidding?” she said. “He’ll never want to see me again; not here, and not in cyberspace.” She picked up her phone and started to dial Cal’s number. “No,” she said to herself. She closed her cell phone. “I’m going through with this.” She put her phone in her handbag and headed for the door.
* * * * *
Cal arrived at The Club Across the Street about 10 minutes early; he wanted to get a good parking spot, and he wanted to get there before Kat so he could get a nice table for two. The bell over the door rang as Cal entered the club.
“Nice suit, Cal,” said one of Cal’s co-workers. “It looks good on you.”
“I’ve got a date tonight, Jerry,” Cal said, blushing beet-red.
“Good going, dude,” said another of his co-workers. “’Bout time.” “What’s her name?” and other such remarks came from the regulars who knew Cal’s dating history. “Want a threesome?” asked a woman Cal knew from seeing her in the club. She was wearing a tight tube top that barely covered her 42FF boobs, skin-tight jeans, and three-inch heels. She sauntered over to him. “I like women and men,” she whispered in his ear, “especially at the same time.” She showed him her tits and then stroked his crotch. “Call me.” She wrote her number on a cocktail napkin, gave it to him, and walked away.
Oh, God, Cal thought. I definitely do not need this from her. She had never even looked at him before; what had changed? It’s probably because now I’m “taken” and forbidden fruit, Cal further thought. Cal went over to the bar.
“Congrats, Cal,” Steve said, pouring Cal a tall beer. “On the house. What can I do for you and your lady?”
“A nice table for two and a couple of menus would be nice,” Cal stammered, nervous all of a sudden. “Not too far away from the dance floor.”
“Shirley, we have a VIP in the house,” Steve said. “Show him Table 4.”
A very pretty girl in her early 20’s came over and took Cal by the arm and led him to a very nice table. “Please be seated,” she said, her voice like smooth honey. “I’ll bring menus and water in a little bit.” She leaned over a little, showing her cleavage to Cal.
“Uh, Thanks, Shirley,” Cal answered. Shirley left.
The bell rang over the door, and everyone looked as a short, non-descript woman in a full-length black high-necked cocktail dress and sensible flats came in. She looked around.
Cal got up and went over to Kat. He took her by the hand, walked over to Jerry, and said, “Jerry, this is Katherine Banks. Katherine, this is my friend and co-worker, Jerry. She’s my date tonight.” He smiled reassuringly at Kat.
“Cal,” Jerry said, ”I think you’ve got a keeper there. Don’t let her get away. Miss Banks,” Jerry bowed over her hand, “it has been a pleasure and an honor to make your acquaintance. Take good care of Cal, here. We like him a lot.”
Kat and Cal both flushed. “Thanks for the reception,” Kat stammered. “I’m not used to it.”
Cal whispered to Kat, “Neither am I. They’re good guys; you’ll like them.” He led Kat to their table, where Shirley was patiently waiting. He seated Kat and then sat down. “What would you like to drink, Kat?” Cal asked.
“I’ll have a glass of White Zinfandel, please,” Kat said to the waitress.
“Make that a large carafe and two glasses, please,” Cal said and looked at Kat. She looked back at Cal. “They serve good food here, too,” Cal said nervously. “I come here every so often and eat dinner, usually at a table in the corner.”
“You don’t have to try and impress me, Cal,” Kat said softly. “I’ve read your profile. I’ve made love to you in cyberspace. I really like you. What’s to be nervous about?”
“Well… You’re a woman. Women don’t speak to me,” Cal said. “See that gal over there, the one almost falling out of her tube top? When I came in, Jerry made a big deal of me being in a suit. I told the bar that I had a date tonight. She came over and practically told me that I could have her tonight. She even showed me her breasts – no, tits. Ones like those, on display like that, they’re not breasts, not even boobs. Sorry about the language.” Cal blushed a little.
“What did she say?” asked Kat. “I’m interested in how a slut who never spoke to you before would suddenly make an offer.” Kat felt more than a little jealous.
“She asked me if I wanted a threesome. She said she likes women and men, especially together. She pulled one side of her top down and put her hand on my crotch. She wrote her number on a napkin and gave it to me. She covered back up and left.” Cal showed Kat the napkin. “I’ll throw it away. I don’t think I want to know that kind of woman. She gave me the creeps.”
“I certainly would not want to share you with that slut,” Kat said. Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I might share you with our waitress, however.” Kat winked.
“Nope… her legs are too skinny,” Cal said. Shirley brought the wine and glasses.
“Have you decided on your order, or do you need a little more time?” Shirley asked, pad and pen at the ready.
“I’ll have the rib eye steak, medium, baked potato, and…” Kat paused.
“Soup or salad? We have vegetable beef, chicken noodle and clam chowder for soups tonight,” Shirley said.
“Chicken noodle,” Kat decided. “How about you, Cal?”
“Fish and chips, and chicken noodle for me, too,” Cal said. “We’ll get dessert later.”
“Very good. I’ll have those back out to you in a few.” Shirley smiled brightly, turned around, and left.
Kat looked at her pert derriere. “Nice butt, though,” she said. “Way nicer than the slut.” She looked at Cal; he looked at her. They both burst out laughing.
* * * * *
Jerry looked over at Cal’s table and said, “Hey, Sylvia.” The slut walked over to Jerry. He pointed over to Cal’s table and said, “You’ll never get your hooks into Cal or his woman now.” He put his hand on her ass and squeezed it. “But you can have me, if you want.” Jerry fondled one of her giant jugs.
“You know my rates, Jerry. $10 for a hand job; $25 for a BJ, I spit; $50 for a titfuck; $75 for a titfuck and BJ, I swallow; $100 for 15 minutes, 69 or pussy fuck; $500 for an hour and a half, no holes barred; $2500 for all night, anything goes, as often as it takes,” Sylvia said, pressing her tit against his hand. “Cash only.” She licked her lips and rubbed his crotch.
“You were going to give it to Cal for free,” Jerry said plaintively.
“He would have been fucking me while I was eating her,” Sylvia said. “You have my number, Jerry. Use it.” She squeezed Jerry’s not inconsequential bulge and walked back to her table.
Jerry downed his drink and left.
* * * * *
The band started playing some cool jazz, and Cal looked at Kat. “Would you like to dance?” he asked. “It’s not like we haven’t danced together before.”
“I’d like that,” Kat said, “as long as that slut doesn’t bother us. I don’t like the look of her. I bet she’s a sexual predator who gets let off her charges because she fucks and sucks the court officers.” She stood up.
“She probably has a dozen or so STDs, too,” Cal said. “But let us not worry our heads about her. She will not cum between you and I having a good time on our date.” He led Kat to the dance floor, and they began a slow dance together.
Kat leaned her head against his chest and murmured, “This is even better than the FCRC. I could do this all night.”
Cal inhaled slowly and said, “You smell nice, tonight. Did you do that just for me?” He held Kat close, his arms around her waist.
“Yes, I did,” Kat admitted. “I wasn’t sure you’d like it. Sometimes, gambles pay off.” She pressed herself against him. She whispered, “I really like this.” Her hips swayed just a little more.
Cal moved his hands down to her petite derriere. He pulled her butt in towards him, and she complied, gently grinding her crotch against his. He looked down at her and saw smoke coming from her eyes.
“Let’s blow this joint so I can blow your joint,” she whispered, lust and arousal filing her voice.
“Your place or mine?” Cal asked.
“Yours,” Kat responded. “My place is a mess, and I haven’t been able to get to the Laundromat to wash my bedding.” Kat smiled at him wickedly.
“Mine it is, then” Cal said decisively. He started to dance Kat toward the door.
A husky female voice whispered, “May I cut in?” Kat felt a tap on her shoulder.
Kat turned and saw the slut. “No, you can’t, bitch,” Kat said quietly, her eyes blazing behind her glasses. “No one dances with my man but me.” She pushed past Sylvia and headed for the door.
“I’m not done with you yet, bitch,” Sylvia said, venomous acid dripping in her voice. Sylvia reached for Kat’s wrist.
A heavy tray smashed up against the back of Sylvia’s head. “No cat fights on MY watch,” Shirley said. “Somebody call the garbage company to pick up this trash.” She turned to Cal. “Have a good night, Cal,” Shirley said. “Maybe some day I’ll find a man like you found your woman.”
The bar cheered as Kat and Cal left.
* * * * *
“Well, this is my place,” Cal said to Kat as he unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” He gave Kat the Grand Tour, ending at his bedroom door. “And here’s where our Avatars last met,” he said, swinging open the door and standing aside.
Kat walked in and looked around. She vividly remembered this bedroom. She also remembered what their Avatars did in here. She gently felt the bedding; it was dry.
“I’m afraid you won’t find any wetness there,” Cal said. “I just changed the sheets.” He flushed a little as he came into the room. “Do you remember what happened in here?”
Kat took off her glasses. “Yes, I do, Cal,” she said, fire blazing behind her hazel eyes. “I pushed you down onto your bed.” She walked over to him and pushed him down. “I started sucking your manhood because we were both bare-ass naked. But we’re not bare-ass naked now, are we?” She reached behind her; then she turned around. “Could you help me here?” she asked, indicating her zipper.
Cal unzipped her dress; Kat slid it off of her body. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She turned back around and said, “I normally only wear panties. Since I don’t have anything in the way of boobs, a bra isn’t necessary.” She looked at Cal. He was dumbfounded.
“I see you need some help, too,” she said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “Your Avatar never wore underwear; do you, Cal?” she asked innocently. She undid his shoes and removed them, followed by his socks. She reached up and began to pull down Cal’s trousers, revealing no undies at all. “MMMmmm, like Avatar, like man,” Kat said, licking her lips in anticipation.
Cal removed his glasses, suit jacket, tie and shirt. He didn’t want any distractions tonight.
Kat hovered at Cal’s crotch, seeing his smallish member. “Maybe you were overcompensating for something when you created your Avatar’s endowment,” Kat said. “But this is real, and it’s yours. I like it,” she declared, taking his member into her petite hands, lovingly stroking the length and licking the head. “I bet it tastes really sweet,” she said, mischief in her fiery bright eyes.
She pushed her lips over his cockhead, sucking his pecker gently into her mouth. She took as much as she could without gagging, then pulled partway out. She slowly fucked her mouth with his cock, making him groan with desire. With one hard push, she forced all of his sex tool into her mouth and partway down her throat. “Oh God, that’s good!” Cal managed to say through his haze of sexual desire. She pulled slowly up, and released his weapon when it popped out of her loving lips. “Thank you, Cal,” she said. “I liked sucking you. I’m going to like fucking you even more.” She started making her way up his body, kissing and licking him hotly.
She straddled his hips and leaned over him. Cal pulled her face to him and kissed her deeply on the lips, teasing her with his tongue. She opened her lips and let his questing tongue in, placing one of his hands on her nipple. He tweaked her bud of erectile tissue, and her waiting vaginal opening became a bit wetter. “Play with my nipples,” her husky voice requested. “I like my nipples to be pinched, licked, sucked, and nibbled on. It gets me hot and wet and ready for your cock.” She reached down and grabbed his shaft, holding it still while she rubbed her pussy against his penile head, teasing it with the promise of entry. “See what I mean?” she asked.
“Yes, I do,” Cal said, pulling himself up so he could reach her nipples. He began playing, eating sucking, and licking them, making her erectile towers swollen and red and her pussy hot and wet. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
She sat up and lifted her ass, placing his cockhead against her soaking fuck hole. She lowered herself all the way onto his shaft in one thrust, and held herself there with his manhood completely penetrating her womanhood. “Now, neither one of us are virgins anymore, Cal.” Her words came out in a breathless whisper. “I’m fucking you, and you’re fucking me. Let’s make this memorable.” She started fucking him slowly, stroking his shaft with her pussy lips, pulling almost all the way off, then pushing him all the way in, over and over, slowly building the desire, slowly building the lust, slowly building the climax. As she fucked him, he began fucking her, too, thrusting his hips and pushing his sex weapon deeper and deeper into her velvet glove.
Soon, the two lovers were bouncing on the bed and pounding each other’s flesh mercilessly, reaching for the ultimate orgasm. “Pinch my nipples, Cal,” she said, lust filing her voice with the need to climax. “Pinch them both, just as hard as you can!”
Cal pinched her twin chest towers, pushing his pecker into her sodden pussy as deep as he could go. She erupted all over him, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. Her orgasm sent his pecker into cum overdrive as he jetted what felt like gallons of cream into her love chasm.
She collapsed onto his chest, her head lying over his wildly beating heart. His arms held her tightly against him, so she wouldn’t fall while he finished creaming in her cunt. “I told you I squirt a lot,” she said, feeling the hot liquid running down her legs.
“And I told you I squirt a lot, too,” he said, letting her roll off of him as his manhood popped out of her. Some of his juices began oozing from her pussy; he scooped them up with his fingers and fed them to Kat. “How do we taste together?” he asked.
“MMMmmm… creamy and sweet and musky, like two people just mingled their sex juices,” she giggled. “Maybe you should have a taste, too.” She scooped some more out of her saturated pussy and fed Cal.
“Delicious,” he said, “like you said, just like two horny people just finished fucking.” He looked at her, and she was glowing with an inner beauty he hadn’t noticed before. “Not to ruin the moment or anything,” he whispered, “but your beauty is showing.”
She blushed all over her body. “Thanks,” she sheepishly said. “No one’s ever said that to me before.” Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable. “I hate to fuck and run,” she said, “but I really need to get home. Could you help me with my dress?” Cal helped Kat get dressed, then kissed her deeply.
“When can I see you again?” Cal inquired, genuinely wanting to see Kat again, and not just for the incredible sex.
“Please call me,” Kat said. “You have my number.” Cal walked her to the door and let her out. She looked out, turned to him, and then planted a deep, deep kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. He responded most favorably, slowly growing again.
She broke the kiss and ran down the hall, like she had to get home before midnight or lose the benefits of the spell her fairy godmother had cast. He closed his door and looked down. His pecker was still semi-erect and covered in sex slime. “Guess I’ll take a shower before calling Susan,” he said, and he suited actions to words.
* * * * *
Cal dialed Susan.
“Hello?” said a sexy, sleepy voice.
“Susan? It’s Cal. You wanted me to call you at home after my date?”
“Um… Cal, yeah. I shut Melanie down about an hour ago. She’s been acting very… I don’t know… aggressive, I guess that’s the best word. Meet me at the Center. Just give me five minutes to wake up and get a cup – no, a quart – of coffee. Fortunately, there’s a 24-hour Starbuck’s on the way.” Susan shook her head to speed clearing her thoughts. “I’ll see you soon, Cal.”
“See you soon, Susan.” Cal hung up and wondered what Susan didn’t tell him as he got dressed and walked down to his car.