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| There Ain't No Justice |
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Panapoly
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By Ace Lightning
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VR Suit I
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úúúoo0ooúúú
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She opened the bulky box with the discreet "Teledildonic Technologies" logo
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and carefully searched through its contents. Although she was eager to try
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the suit, she knew she'd have to install the interface and the software.
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Installing the interface card took her half an hour. She re-booted her
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computer; so far, so good. Now to install the software. As she waited for
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each diskette in turn to copy its contents to her hard drive, she carefully
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shook out the suit and examined it. The installation program finally signaled
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that it was done, and she connected the cable from the suit to the interface.
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Then she took off all her clothes and began to put on the suit.
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It consisted of a full-body spandex catsuit that covered her from neck to
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toes and fingertips. (She hadn't spent the extra money for the head-and-face
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extension.) The inside of the suit was studded with soft rubbery devices,
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each of which had to be carefully aligned with her erogenous zones. Bands of
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electrocontractile material and specially textured areas took care of her
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feet and the backs of her knees. As she smoothed the suit up her body, she
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came to the more complex parts; servo-operated protrusions designed to fit
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her bodily orifices. A small one fitted into her anus; a larger ("and quite
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lifelike!" she thought) one slipped into her vagina; and a strange-looking
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little knob snuggled up against her clitoris. She continued to fit the suit
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to her body, zipping it up the front as she went. Two hollow devices vaguely
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resembling the working parts of a milking machine ("how appropriate!")
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clamped onto her nipples. The rubbery plastic was warm, but just cool enough
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to make her nipples begin to stiffen. She slipped her arms into the sleeves,
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feeling more textured patches and electrocontractile bands fit themselves
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into place.
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Suddenly she had a moment of trepidation; what if she didn't *like* the
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sensations the suit produced? But she put aside her last-minute jitters and
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launched the program to activate the suit. A menu of options appeared on the
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screen:
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Rectal Penetration: (*)Shallow ( )Deep
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Speed: 60
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Vaginal Penetration: ( )Shallow (*)Deep
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Speed: 60
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Clitoral Stimulation: ( )Pulsate (*)Rotate
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Speed: 60
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Nipple Stimulation: ( )Gentle (*)Intense
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(*)Simultaneous ( )Alternating
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Speed: 60
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Synchronize:
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(*)Rectal (*)Vaginal (*)Clitoral (*)Nipple
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Secondary Erogenous Zone Stimulation: (*)Yes ( )No
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Orgasm Autosense: (*)On ( )Off
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PRESS F1 TO START - PRESS <ESCAPE> TO QUIT
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She pressed F1.
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The electrocontractile fibers embedded in the spandex began to massage her
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body in a surprisingly enjoyable fashion; the textured areas on the insides
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of her knees and elbows tickled just enough. After a preprogrammed lag, the
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direct stimulation kicked in. The dildo-like inserts in her rectum and vagina
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began to thrust, just as she'd programmed them, while the clitoral stimulator
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rubbed her in insistent circles and the breast cups sucked on her nipples.
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She'd never had ALL her erogenous zones stimulated at once before; no human
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could do that for another. In seconds she was squirming and breathing
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raggedly. This was going too fast; she summoned a measure of self-control and
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reset some of the parameters on the menu. Ahh... that was better. Everything
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was still going on at once, but at a pace that didn't threaten to bring her
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to orgasm before she'd even begun. She leaned back and allowed the full array
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of sensations to sweep through her body.
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She let her mind wander, intrigued by the fantasies that surfaced as the suit
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continued to stimulate every erogenous zone simultaneously. The scenes she
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imagined wouldn't be physically possible, because people would be getting in
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each other's way, but she surprised herself with some of the individuals who
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drifted into her erotic fantasy. The tall, dark-haired man was fucking her in
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the usual manner, while the shorter blonde man was somehow simultaneously
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tonguing her clit and gently poking his finger into her ass. Meanwhile, two
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voluptuous women - one dark-skinned, one pale - were sucking her nipples. She
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wondered distantly if this resembled the legendary "Mongolian clusterfuck".
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By now she was writhing, straining against the suit, holding off her orgasm
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as long as possible while the program attempted to bring her to orgasm with
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computerized efficiency. Finally she could hold back no longer. The
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involuntary gasps and moans she hadn't even known she was making rose to a
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long-drawn-out howl as she came. The suit sensed her orgasmic convulsions,
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and began its end-program sequence, stimulating her more gently so that she
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came again almost immediately, and then yet again. As her body's spasms
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decreased, so did the suit's movements, gradually slowing to a stop. With the
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last set of synchronized pulsations, she had one last, weak orgasm, and then
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lay limp in her chair, breathing as if she'd just run up several flights of
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stairs. A few minutes went by before she could open her eyes and see the
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message on her computer screen:
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REPEAT PROGRAM? (Y/N)
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úúúoo0ooúúú
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Beauty Parlor Girls
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Every fortnight, whether or not the dictates of current fashion required it,
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Ace went along to Catherine's for a trim, a shampoo and the impromptu massage
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that had become a feature for certain regulars of the establishment.
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She arrived just after midday, when the few customers who'd taken lunch off
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for some follicle adjustment were being ushered out. Draping her coat over
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the back of the old leather couch, she waved to Alia, the twenty-six- year-
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old ex-punk who was nominally in charge of the Salon when Catherine wasn't
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in. Alia was wearing an old `Country Road' windcheater which came down to her
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knees. It had several strategically-placed rents, barely held together by
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lines of nappy-pins; carefully laddered black stockings and metal-studded
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suede boots completed the ensemble. Her glittering black, fabric-glue-
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stiffened coif, poking up almost a foot above her head, would have done
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Robert Smith proud.
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After exchanging the usual pleasantries, Alia led her by the hand around to
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the rear of the salon and pressed her into the chair, for her preparatory
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shampoo. This chair was a wonder; originally a dentist's chair, it had been
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installed by Catherine to allow a wide degree of flexibility, allowing the
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positioning of the client in practically any position. Alia smiled, humming
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to herself as she collected bottles of shampoo and conditioner. A young girl
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with shoulder-length pale gold hair, dressed in a grey school-girl's uniform,
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pushed aside the curtain and whispered something to Alia, who paused and then
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pointed to the chair. The girl smiled and entered the rear section of the
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salon, carefully closing the curtains behind her.
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`This is Sue. She'll be assisting in today's operation.' Ace smiled; Alia
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always referred to it as `the operation', the use of terms with secondary,
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private meanings lending a conspiratorial air to the proceedings.
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Sue moved around behind the chair, rotating it slightly so that Ace's hair
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fell into the basin, and began rinsing it with water which was only just on
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the bearable side of scalding. Despite her apparent youth, Sue was a skilled
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tactile therapist, massaging the first of several conditioning treatments
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into Ace's scalp with firm, insistent motions of her fingers. Meanwhile, Alia
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had removed Ace's shoes and was palpitating the ball and instep of her right
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foot with practiced brutality.
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Ace sighed with pleasure at the ministrations of the two young women. The new
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girl, Sue, had remarkably deft fingers. Whatever she was doing to Ace's scalp
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felt wonderful ('although she should lose that stupid schoolgirl drag',
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thought Ace). Catherine had conditioners and shampoos made up specially for
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her salon; they were scented with natural herbs and botanicals, and they
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smelled like the first day of Spring to Ace. The fragrant steam that swirled
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around her head as Sue worked on her hair was almost as relaxing as the
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actual massage.
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Meanwhile, Alia was alternating back and forth between Ace's feet, so as to
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keep her relaxation evenly balanced. Her strong hands knew just where the
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knots in the muscles were, and how to un-knot them. Ace wiggled her toes with
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relief as her feet and legs began to lose their tension under Alia's
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experienced touch.
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Waves of relaxation spread through Ace's body from her head and her feet, and
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she drifted into a half-doze as the 'operation' progressed. Sue finished
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massaging her scalp and washing her hair, and wrapped her head in a fluffy
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towel; then she continued her massage down Ace's usually-tense neck and
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shoulders. Meanwhile, Alia worked her way up Ace's calves, the expert
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pressure relieving tensions Ace had forgotten she had. It felt very good to
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just lie passively in the chair while the young women did things to her.
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In this half-aware state, Ace gradually realized that the waves of sensuous
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pleasure that swept from her feet and her head towards the center of her body
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had taken on a decidedly erotic overtone. Alia was now vigorously massaging
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Ace's thighs, while Sue's equally skilled hands were working on Ace's
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collarbones, just above her breasts. Neither of the girls was doing anything
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improper, but the experience was rapidly becoming more sexual than sensuous.
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The two younger women became aware of Ace's growing arousal. They exchanged a
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look; then Alia smiled, and her deep pressure changed to a titillating caress
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on the inside of Ace's thighs. Sue bent over Ace's head, their faces mutually
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upside-down, and kissed Ace full on the mouth, giving her just a hint of her
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tongue. At the same time, Sue's hands slid down to Ace's breasts and began a
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gentle circular motion on both nipples.
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Ace gasped, startled by the erotic intensity of the two girls' stimulating
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her at once. But the relaxed feelings from the earlier stages of the massage
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had left her in a "go with the flow" kind of mood, and she continued to lie
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passively (except for the occasional involuntary twitch) as new waves of
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pleasure swept up and down through her body.
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Alia proved to be as skilled at outright frottage as she was at massage, and
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without even removing any of Ace's clothing she stimulated her sex until
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Ace's hips undulated. Without missing a stroke, Alia bent her head to Ace's
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bare feet and sucked shamelessly on her big toe; the unexpected sensation
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almost made Ace cry out. But Ace's moans were stifled by Sue, who proved to
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be an incredibly good kisser; her soft schoolgirl mouth and busy tongue were
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an entirely new experience for Ace. Sue's hands were still stimulating Ace's
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nipples through her clothing.
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The combined stimulation was maddening; Ace writhed and sobbed, thinking that
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she couldn't endure this level of sexual arousal for long, but despairing of
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ever being stimulated completely to orgasm. The girls seemed to sense her
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desperation, and their four-handed performance intensified. Sue pinched Ace's
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nipples and thrust her tongue deeply into Ace's mouth, while Alia's strong
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fingers found Ace's clitoris through trousers and panties. Ace rose clear off
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the adjustable chair as her back arched with the first spasms of climax. But
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this was not like the sharp, intense orgasms Ace was used to. This rose
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slowly higher and higher, and higher yet, until it reached a peak unlike
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anything she'd ever felt before. The dropoff was just as gradual, subsiding
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like a wave washing back out to sea, lasting longer than she thought
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possible.
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For what might have been the first time in her entire life, Ace's body was
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completely relaxed, every muscle devoid of tension; she felt boneless, almost
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liquid, and filled with a feeling of peaceful satiation. She might have even
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fallen asleep, except that Alia and Sue were still busy.
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The girls were flushed and breathing rapidly; apparently by arousing Ace,
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they had aroused themselves as well. They clung together in a passionate kiss
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that rivaled anything heterosexual Ace had ever seen. Somehow they disrobed
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each other without breaking the kiss; soon schoolgirl grey and post-punk
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black were tossed on the floor, and the two young women were frantically
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caressing each other. Alia sucked at Sue's small, immature breasts, while Sue
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had her clever fingers deep in Alia's crotch. After some more frantic kissing
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and fondling, the two young women settled into a classic "sixty-nine"
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position on the floor beside the dentist's chair. Ace watched, mesmerized by
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the exhibition of lesbian lust going on almost at her feet. Although she was
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still sated from her own just-concluded exquisite experience, the sight of
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two women lapping each other's clits began to get Ace aroused again. But
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before anything more could happen, they brought each other to simultaneous
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sobbing orgasms. They lay together for a few moments, catching their breath.
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Then Alia got up and helped Sue to her feet. They quickly tossed on their
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clothes, and Alia came over to Ace and removed the towel from her hair. She
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began to comb Ace's hair out as usual, as if nothing had happened except an
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ordinary shampoo. Sue handed Alia the blow-dryer, and together they finished
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Ace's hair styling.
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"Okay, you're done," said Alia. Ace sat up and fumbled in her purse. She paid
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for her normal salon visit....and added a HUGE tip.
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Her Turn
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...The evening progressed predictably; we went from snuggling on the couch,
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to urgent necking, to turning off the TV and heading for the bedroom. We
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undressed each other passionately and slithered between the sheets.
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"I want to make love to you the way I'd make love to a woman," I whispered.
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The idea seemed to startle him, and he said, "What do you mean?" I silenced
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him with my mouth on his. I tongue-kissed him, darting the tip of my tongue
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delicately around just inside his lips, while he did the same. Then I
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suddenly plunged my tongue as far as it would go into his mouth. He shuddered
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and pulled my body tightly against his.
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I gently moved away from him and knelt straddling his torso. I cupped my
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breasts in my hands and rubbed my nipples against his. This also seemed to
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startle him; I felt his erection twitch against my ass. I slid down to lie
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across his chest, and began to suck on his left nipple while tweaking the
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right one gently. With my free hand, I softly stroked the inside of his
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thighs. He gasped and thrust his hips involuntarily. After a few minutes, I
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switched nipples, nibbling on the right one while fondling the left. Both
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nipples were fully erect, as were mine.
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I kissed my way down the centerline of his body, stopping to plunge my tongue
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into his navel, which made him gasp again. I ran my tongue once up the length
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of his penis, and then devoted myself to tonguing the underside of the
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corona, pretending it was a clitoris. His whole body was shaking now, and his
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breath was ragged. Feeling his arousal was arousing me as well, and he knew
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it; he slipped his fingers between my labia and caressed my clitoris. I lost
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my rhythm and let his penis slip away from my mouth. He started to pull me to
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him, but I stopped him wordlessly, and returned to nibbling his nipples,
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while I squeezed his cock gently but rhythmically, occasionally reaching down
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to cup and squeeze his balls.
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As his erection tightened, I pressed against his side and tongue-kissed him
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again, or maybe "tongue-fucking" was a better description; all the while I
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kept stroking him as the throbbing in his cock intensified toward orgasm. I
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barely had the presence of mind to grab some tissues and hold them over the
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end of his cock as he came. I kept stroking, and he kept coming, and I sucked
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his tongue, and he kept coming, his whole body convulsing as his pelvis
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thrust up against my hand, while I whispered against his mouth, "yessss....oh
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yesss...that's it...oh, I love making you come!"
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Finally, he was spent, and lay almost still except for the aftershock tremors
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that rippled through him. I continued to caress him, trying to avoid the more
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obvious erogenous zones, but moving my hands restlessly over his chest and
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flanks. When he could speak, he said, "But what about you?", and put his
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fingers between my labia again. I had to suppress the need to come right then
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and there, and a small sob of desire rose in my throat.
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He took the initiative then, kissing me the way I'd kissed him, making me
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tremble and thrust myself against him. He kissed my breasts, then took one
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nipple into his mouth and nibbled it just the way I'd nibbled his, and I
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couldn't keep my hands off him. I was surprised and pleased to find that he
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was growing hard again. I stroked his wet cock until it was erect, but my
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timing was off because he kept sucking and tweaking my nipples, occasionally
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running his hand teasingly along my crotch.
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I was shaking so much I had trouble opening the little packet, but I had no
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trouble at all fitting the condom over his erection. With another bout of
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tongue-fucking, I impaled myself on him, wrapping my legs around his waist
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and pulling him deep inside me. He was half-sitting up, and my arms and legs
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were locked tightly around him. For a moment neither of us moved. I tightened
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my internal muscles, and felt his penis throb in response. Then I freed one
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hand and slipped it between our sweaty bellies, ready to take responsibility
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for my own orgasm, as I always did.
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Amazingly, his hand followed mine, and he gently displaced my fingers with
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his own. At his touch on my clit, I felt my orgasm building toward
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inevitability. My nipples were so erect they ached, and they rubbed against
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his as our bodies pressed together; his nipples were as erect and sensitive
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as mine. I could no longer tell the difference between his arousal and my
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own; tongues, nipples, hands, cock, clit, all merged into one all-
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encompassing erogenous zone.
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As I felt myself beginning to come, I stopped *trying* to come and relaxed as
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much as I could. Then wave after wave of orgasm rippled through me, spreading
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to every cell, distorting the fabric of reality as I came and came and
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came...his insistent fingers driving me to another convulsion, and another,
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and still another. I think I moaned his truename with the last bit of breath
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in my lungs.
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I lay in his arms, limp and utterly spent. I felt his now-flaccid penis begin
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to slip out of me; he'd come again while we were fucking...I was glad. But I
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reluctantly rolled away from him and let him deal with the condom before it
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fell off. Then we lay snuggled together, feeling sleepy and affectionate and
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utterly satisfied.
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"So *that's* how you make love to a woman, " he murmured.
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VR Suit II
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úúúoo0ooúúú
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The small package with the inconspicuous "Teledildonic Technologies" logo on
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it contained three diskettes and some instructions. She loaded in the
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programs on the disks and made the necessary changes to her communications
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software. Then she slipped into her VR suit, carefully inserting the anal and
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vaginal stimulators and attaching the other devices to her clitoris and
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nipples, and entered the number for her modem to dial.
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Logging on to the Teledildonic Technologies bulletin board was a bit more
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complex than some logon procedures she'd known, but she understood that both
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the complexity of the software and the nature of the system itself made it
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necessary. Soon she was scanning through the list of others online, trying to
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pick someone for an initial chat. After a bit of lurking, she chose Node 23.
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HI, MY NAME IS ALICE.
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hi, alice, my name is woody. is this your first time?
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("'Woody', indeed! Why do men always have to brag?" she thought.)
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YES IT IS. DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF?
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please do. then i'll tell you about me, too.
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They gave each other idealized descriptions of their physical appearance, and
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then exchanged information about the settings of their VR suits. "Woody"
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suggested some modifications to her suit's configuration, but she declined to
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change them, telling him she liked it the way it was. Surprisingly, this was
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OK with him. She considered telling him to change some of *his* suit's
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settings, but decided that could wait until another encounter.
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ARE WE ALL SET, THEN?
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ready as we'll ever be.
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HERE GOES...
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The BBS's sophisticated interactive software took over then, transmitting
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signals from one suit to the other. Her suit's electrocontractile fabric
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began rhythmically squeezing her, as the textured panels on the inside gently
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tickled her palms and soles. The nipple cups began to pinch softly in their
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pre-programmed rhythm, and she gasped faintly. Then the dildo-like anal and
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vaginal stimulators joined in. In seconds she was writhing in her chair,
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wondering vaguely what "Woody" was feeling.
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Woody, of course, had the male version of the VR suit. It had the same sort
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of textured panels and electrocontractile fibers, tickling his hands and feet
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and squeezing his body in interesting ways. It had smaller but equally
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programmable nipple cups, which were busily tweaking his nipples (he'd
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adjusted it for what he thought was his extreme sensitivity in this area, so
|
||
they just barely stimulated his two little buds). It had the same anal dildo,
|
||
pulsing away to a rhythm almost exactly like Alice's. But the suit's
|
||
designers had put electrocontractile material and textured fabric to
|
||
ingenious use in the male version of the suit. The penile sheath rippled and
|
||
squeezed, as its soft, smooth lining seemed to become slicker with each cycle
|
||
of the motion. He, too, was writhing in his chair, and wondering vaguely what
|
||
"Alice" was feeling.
|
||
|
||
As the suit's inexorable stimulation continued, Alice began to imagine it was
|
||
Woody touching her body; her imagination endowed him with all the
|
||
characteristics she found especially desirable in a man. He'd be tall and
|
||
well-muscled, but with a gentle touch; her feverish fantasies conceived of
|
||
him as having dark hair, and, surprisingly (for she'd never really liked men
|
||
with facial hair) a neatly trimmed beard. It wasn't the suit caressing her,
|
||
it was his strong but gentle hands; it wasn't the suit tweaking her nipples,
|
||
but his mouth gently nibbling; it wasn't the suit pulsating inside her
|
||
quivering vagina, it was his erection...
|
||
|
||
As his suit continued its inexorable stimulation, Woody began to fantasize
|
||
about Alice, imagining her to be the kind of woman he always found desirable.
|
||
She had long, soft, blonde hair and a sensuous mouth. Her breasts were large,
|
||
and, surprisingly (for he'd always preferred relatively slim women) she was
|
||
broad-hipped. It wasn't the suit tweaking his nipples, it was her tongue; it
|
||
wasn't the anal stimulator poking gently into his rectum, it was the tip of
|
||
her little finger; it wasn't the suit rhythmically squeezing his straining
|
||
erection, it was her warm vagina...
|
||
|
||
They had no way to know it, but they reached orgasm simultaneously.
|
||
|
||
When they were both able to communicate again, they chatted some more about
|
||
their experiences. She revealed to him that she had a fair amount of
|
||
knowledge of computers.
|
||
|
||
DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PROGRAMMING?
|
||
a little; not very much.
|
||
WANT TO HELP ME HACK THIS SYSTEM SO WE CAN CONTROL *EACH OTHER'S* SUITS?
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
It Might Have Been...
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
...There was nowhere to sit in his room, except on the bed. I perched on the
|
||
edge, while he rummaged in his nightstand and came up with a bag of pot and a
|
||
pipe. Each time we passed the pipe back and forth, my fingers touched his; he
|
||
seemed not to notice.
|
||
|
||
Finally I was stoned enough to say it: "Uh, Frank... I guess you know this
|
||
already... but I really like you a lot." There was a moment of terrifying
|
||
silence, and then he said, "I thought so..." I took his hand and gently
|
||
rubbed my thumb over the back, feeling the strength in those guitarist's
|
||
muscles. "This isn't going to work," he said hesitantly. "I have... a
|
||
problem. I can't function with a woman like you."
|
||
|
||
"What do you mean?" The dope was making it hard for me to focus on anything
|
||
beyond this encounter I'd fantasized about for so long. "I can't function
|
||
sexually, with, uh, larger women. It's not you personally; I like you, and I
|
||
hope you know that. But I have this sexual dysfunction. I can only, um,
|
||
perform, with thin women."
|
||
|
||
"In other words, you can't get it up for fat broads?" I said brutally.
|
||
|
||
"Basically, yes." He looked away in embarrassment. I lifted his hand to my
|
||
mouth and kissed it, touching the tip of my tongue to the center of his palm.
|
||
"It won't work," he repeated. "I just can't. Don't waste your time." I pulled
|
||
him into my arms and said, "Don't worry about it. There are lots of other
|
||
things we can do. To begin with, you have beautiful hands..."
|
||
|
||
...Sexual dysfunction or no, the weed we'd smoked had affected us, and soon
|
||
we were kissing each other and fumbling with clothes. I slipped my hand
|
||
inside his jeans, and discovered that he'd told the truth; his penis was
|
||
perfectly limp, although his tongue was probing my mouth vigorously. He
|
||
gently pushed my hand away, murmuring "don't bother..." Instead, I unzipped
|
||
his pants and began sliding them down his hips. He wasn't wearing any
|
||
underwear. We lay naked on his bed, kissing and caressing each other like
|
||
horny teenagers.
|
||
|
||
His cock remained inert. Then I had an inspiration; there was at least one
|
||
thing I could do that his thin women never could have. Sliding down beside
|
||
him, I cradled his penis between my ample breasts and kissed the very tip.
|
||
"I'll bet no one has ever done this for you before," I whispered. "Do you
|
||
want to fuck my tits?" I slid his cock up and down in my cleavage, but there
|
||
was only the faintest twitch of response. He made a worried noise, and I
|
||
shushed him. "You don't have to 'perform' for me," I said. My nipples were
|
||
erect and aching, but I was determined not to let him feel pressured. I held
|
||
him close and kissed him again. He was a very good kisser.
|
||
|
||
He finally realized that I didn't think he was "inadequate" at all, and began
|
||
seriously exploring my body with his hands. I gasped and trembled at his
|
||
touch. He truly had beautiful hands, strong and gentle at the same time, and
|
||
I thought of how sexy they looked when he played his guitar. Now he was
|
||
touching me with the same reverent excitement.
|
||
|
||
His fingers found my labia and probed inside. "Oh...you shave yourself!" he
|
||
whispered in surprised discovery. I arched my back and thrust my pelvis
|
||
against his hand, while I groped for his crotch, wanting whatever of him that
|
||
I could have. He was barely at half mast, and even seemed to deflate slightly
|
||
in my hands. But his delicate, teasing touch on my clitoris soon distracted
|
||
me from anything but my own increasing arousal.
|
||
|
||
I felt him slide down against me; he gently opened my labia, and then he was
|
||
tonguing my clit, varying the stroke once in a while to plunge his tongue
|
||
into my cunt like a wet, agile phallus. I writhed and whimpered, as he
|
||
brought me quickly to the trembling edge of orgasm... and then, teasingly,
|
||
*kept* me there...
|
||
|
||
Finally, he sensed that I could stand no more. He reached up to caress my
|
||
breasts with one hand, while his tongue lapped faster at my quivering clit. I
|
||
pushed my crotch against his face and moaned as my orgasm began to explode
|
||
inside me. His hands and tongue never stopped their motions as I came...and
|
||
then, to my own amazement, came again and again. I'd read about multiple
|
||
orgasms, but never expected to experience them...
|
||
|
||
My body convulsed on the bed, thrashing like a heart patient being shocked
|
||
back to life. He kept stroking and licking me...I kept coming and coming,
|
||
wondering distantly if I was ever going to stop. But eventually he exhausted
|
||
my body's capacity for orgasm. His continuing attentions only made me twitch
|
||
and shudder, and he slowed and stopped. He lay close beside me and held me
|
||
very gently in his arms.
|
||
|
||
The tiny part of my mind that was still capable of thought noticed that his
|
||
cock was still limp. I wanted to try to give him what he'd given me, and my
|
||
hand moved feebly toward his groin, but he stopped me. "It's OK," he said.
|
||
Looking deeply into his eyes, I whispered, "Thou art God..."
|
||
|
||
"Thou art Goddess..." he responded, and kissed me gently.
|
||
|
||
I felt his penis begin to stiffen against my thigh...
|
||
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
Moonlight
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
The Moon is full tonight, and the sky is perfectly clear, with the sharp
|
||
clarity of a windy autumn night. As the Moon rises higher, it shines directly
|
||
in my bedroom window, filling the room with beautiful brilliant light. Even
|
||
when I was a child, long before I knew anything about Paganism, I always felt
|
||
a powerful emotional attraction to the Moon, no matter what phase it was in
|
||
when I beheld it; the full Moon in particular always held me mesmerized,
|
||
filling me with a sense of awe and love. Now I know that I was feeling the
|
||
presence of the Goddess in the power of Her most ancient and beloved
|
||
manifestation.
|
||
|
||
As the moonlight fills my room, so does the presence of the Moon Goddess. Her
|
||
female energy resonates strongly with my own female nature, and I seem to
|
||
feel the Moon's tidal pull on each individual cell of my body. I go to the
|
||
window and bask in the silvery radiance, so strong that it feels almost like
|
||
a physical touch. I want to feel more of it; I strip off my clothes and stand
|
||
at the window, naked in the brilliant moonlight. It is late at night and no
|
||
one will see me, but I wouldn't care if someone did; surely the pure white
|
||
light of the full Moon sanctifies everything it shines upon!
|
||
|
||
The moonlight truly does feel like a physical touch upon my naked skin, like
|
||
the caress of the Goddess' cool silvery hands. The sensation is at the same
|
||
time awe-inspiring and intensely erotic, and I realize I am trembling.
|
||
Without thinking, I begin to caress myself, taking handfuls of the moonlight
|
||
and smoothing them over my skin. I stroke my breasts, white and rounded like
|
||
the Moon Herself, until my nipples stand up in salute to Her. Then one hand
|
||
strays to my crotch, fingers questing between my moist labia. As I begin to
|
||
rub my clitoris rhythmically, I am trembling harder and swaying on my feet.
|
||
|
||
In my Moon-dazed erotic trance, my own hands are also the hands of the
|
||
Goddess caressing me. I know that every woman is in some sense a
|
||
manifestation of the Goddess, so it makes perfect sense that when I make love
|
||
to myself, the Goddess is making love to me. I can no longer distinguish
|
||
between the touch of my own fingers and the touch of the moonlight. She is
|
||
caressing me, covering my entire body with Her silver kisses, titillating my
|
||
nipples and clitoris until I can barely stay on my feet. I sway toward the
|
||
Moon that fills my window, my body yearning toward Her for release.
|
||
|
||
The Goddess' hands/my own hands stimulate my erogenous zones frantically
|
||
until I sink to the floor in the moonlight as my orgasm begins. I howl at the
|
||
Moon, a primal scream of love and worship, "OOOOOooooohhhhh....", while I
|
||
come and come and come. Every convulsive orgasmic pulsation seems to unite me
|
||
ever more closely with the Goddess of the Moon... until finally my body is
|
||
sated, and the pulsations die down to a faint twitching and shuddering. I am
|
||
gasping for breath and covered with a fine film of sweat. I lie stretched out
|
||
on the floor, embraced by the moonlight, staring in rapture at the face of
|
||
the Moon until Her majestic ascent into the sky carries Her up beyond my
|
||
window. Then, reluctantly, I climb into bed, and dream about the Moon...
|
||
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
Re-Education
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
...We'd gotten to the stage of trying to undress each other while kissing and
|
||
fondling. Men learn how to do this a lot better than women do, and I was
|
||
still struggling with his shirt as he cupped my naked breasts in either hand,
|
||
making me gasp when he stroked my nipples with his thumbs. I finally got his
|
||
shirt out of the waistband of his pants and slid my hands up his muscular
|
||
chest, intending to return the favor.
|
||
|
||
He hissed and jerked backwards. "Please don't touch my nipples," he
|
||
whispered, "they're too sensitive." I didn't want to destroy the mood, so I
|
||
slid my hands downward instead. But I made a mental note to find a way to re-
|
||
educate his "oversensitive" nipples at the first opportunity. I've always
|
||
thought that nipples - my own, or someone else's - were among Nature's
|
||
greatest inventions.
|
||
|
||
|
||
...The next time we had sex, we weren't in such a frantic hurry. Naked in bed
|
||
together, we explored each other's bodies with leisurely caresses and kisses.
|
||
I kissed the hollow of his throat, and then began to trace a trail of kisses
|
||
down the length of his body. I'd never before been with a man with such
|
||
prominent muscles in chest and shoulders, and it fascinated me as much as it
|
||
aroused me. But when I detoured slightly and touched one nipple with the
|
||
merest feather-touch of the tip of my tongue, he stiffened again and gently
|
||
pushed my head away. " I told you before, please don't do that!"
|
||
|
||
"Ohhh... sorry..." I murmured, and dove for his groin, where I proceeded to
|
||
make it up to him by sucking his cock until it was rigid and trembling. I
|
||
grasped it in my hand as we re-positioned ourselves for serious fucking. As I
|
||
moved, I contrived to let my long, soft hair brush across his chest, and was
|
||
rewarded by feeling his already rock-hard erection twitch and grow one notch
|
||
more rigid. Then I guided that wonderful hardness inside me, and forgot about
|
||
nipples for a while.
|
||
|
||
|
||
..."Let's play a game," I said in my most seductive voice. "I've always
|
||
wanted to try costumes and fantasy and stuff like that. I brought some sexy
|
||
things for both of us. Here, I got you some silk underwear... see, it almost
|
||
matches mine!" I was dressed in a silky bra-and-bikini set in my favorite
|
||
shade of deep violet, trimmed in black lace. I handed him black silk shorts
|
||
and T-shirt. The shirt was deliberately one size too big, so it would drape
|
||
loosely. (The shorts were pornographically tight.) As he put them on, I went
|
||
to the stereo and punched up some music with a heavy, sensual beat. "I want
|
||
to dance for you like the girls in the strip joints," I said, and began
|
||
gyrating, bumping and grinding to the music. After a few moments I took his
|
||
hand and pulled him up to dance with me, "just like those fantasy girls..."
|
||
Soon I had him swaying to the rhythm, the soft silk of the shirt slithering
|
||
gently over his chest. I could see he was getting excited... frankly, so was
|
||
I. "Okay, now we take them *off* each other..."
|
||
|
||
I "helped" him take off the shirt, making sure it dragged lightly over both
|
||
of his nipples at once. He stiffened and hissed again, but not as much as
|
||
before, and he didn't say anything about it. I almost couldn't get the tight
|
||
silk shorts off him, his erection had swelled so much inside them. But when I
|
||
finally freed it, it was most gratifyingly hard. Then he unhooked my bra, and
|
||
began doing unbearably titillating things to *my* nipples, while peeling off
|
||
my bikini panties. Moments later we were fucking on the floor, surrounded by
|
||
sexy silken underwear...
|
||
|
||
|
||
...He lay back on the bed, while I knelt straddling his hips. I lowered
|
||
myself gently down onto his proud and upstanding cock, wriggling my hips
|
||
slightly to make sure we were positioned for maximum mutual pleasure.
|
||
Kissing, caressing, writhing, grinding and pressing our bodies together, we
|
||
both strove to keep each other just short of the brink of orgasm for as long
|
||
as possible. It was difficult for me; his body was so sexy, and the ways he
|
||
touched me were so arousing, that all too soon I knew I couldn't keep myself
|
||
from coming any longer; and from his hardness inside me, I knew that when I
|
||
came he would come too. I tightened my internal muscles as hard as I could,
|
||
and then my body convulsed in ecstasy as I came, and came, and came...
|
||
|
||
I felt his orgasm explode inside me, and with the last of my conscious
|
||
control I deliberately tweaked his nipples at the instant he came. The sudden
|
||
sensory overload made him come even harder, and his body arched so violently
|
||
that I almost fell off him. Instead I held onto him desperately, both of us
|
||
still coming, each one's spasms triggering responding spasms in the other,
|
||
until we simply couldn't come any more. His gasping breath sounded almost
|
||
like sobbing...
|
||
|
||
|
||
...The time finally came when I could gently flick his nipples with the tip
|
||
of my tongue and he would not push me away. One night we were really getting
|
||
into foreplay; I fondled and caressed his cock while he sucked and nibbled
|
||
and licked at my nipples. This aroused me so much that I had trouble keeping
|
||
my attention on his steadily growing erection. But when he came up for air, I
|
||
bent my head to his splendidly muscled chest and gently nibbled at *his*
|
||
nipples. The effect on his hardon was immediate and intense. "Now you know
|
||
how you make *me* feel," I whispered as his fingers searched for my clit. Now
|
||
our roles were reversed - I licked and sucked one nipple while gently
|
||
tweaking the other, switching sides every so often, and his hands were busily
|
||
exploring my crotch. He wasn't objecting any more. Very soon I was frantic
|
||
with the need to come. "Fuck me..." I moaned... and he did... and as he came
|
||
inside me, and I came in response, my only coherent thought was, "I think
|
||
he's re-educated now..."
|
||
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
VR Suit III
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
With her VR suit on, she logged onto the Teledildonic Technologies BBS again,
|
||
hoping to find "Woody". Although she searched every node, the man she had
|
||
shared her first cyberfuck with wasn't there. As she hesitated, wondering
|
||
what to do next, someone paged her, and she answered.
|
||
|
||
THIS IS ALICE. WHADDAYA WANT?
|
||
hi, my name is nik. i have the program you want.
|
||
WHICH PROGRAM? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT?
|
||
i lurk a lot. i saw you tell woody you wanted a way to control each other's
|
||
suits. i have a program that will do that.
|
||
TELL ME MORE!
|
||
you don't control each other's suits directly from the control menu. it uses
|
||
the suit's feedback sensors. your responses direct the actions of my suit,
|
||
and vice versa. i wrote it myself.
|
||
HOW DO I GET THIS PROGRAM?
|
||
follow me, my dear... come to the files section and i'll show you what to
|
||
download.
|
||
|
||
She downloaded the program and quickly installed it in her growing library of
|
||
suit software. She didn't want to lose contact with this mysterious "Nik".
|
||
She liked the idea of each person's bodily responses creating a mirror effect
|
||
in the other person's suit; it would make cybersex so much more like "real"
|
||
sex.
|
||
|
||
OK, NIK, I HAVE THE PROGRAM INSTALLED.
|
||
all right then, let's go!
|
||
|
||
The suit began to stimulate all her erogenous zones, as it was designed to
|
||
do. But the rhythm and pacing weren't the same as the pre-programmed sequence
|
||
she was used to. The nipple stimulation was more insistent, and out of phase
|
||
with the main erogenous zones. The anal penetrator was thrusting deeper,
|
||
while the vaginal penetrator took longer, slower strokes. She was amazed at
|
||
how much more arousing this unfamiliar erotic stimulation was; she moaned
|
||
involuntarily, as she squirmed against the suit's electrocontractile
|
||
pressure.
|
||
|
||
Suddenly she remembered that the suit's feedback sensors were reading her
|
||
body's responses and translating them into movements of Nik's suit. The
|
||
thought made her gasp, and then she put as much concentration as she had into
|
||
giving the sensors active response. She undulated her hips, trying to match
|
||
the rhythm Nik was giving the vaginal stimulator, and contracted her internal
|
||
muscles around it. She was immediately rewarded with faster, deeper strokes,
|
||
and a more insistent rhythm of the clitoral stimulator. "'Nik' really
|
||
understands what a woman wants during sex," she thought breathlessly. Then
|
||
the nipple cups tweaked both her nipples, hard, at the same time, and she
|
||
started to come. Amazingly, the rubbery motorized dildo inside her thrust
|
||
once, very deeply, and seemed to tremble, exactly like a penis at the moment
|
||
of the man's orgasm. Her entire body responded at once, and she arched her
|
||
back and gave a muffled shriek as she came so intensely she blacked out for
|
||
an instant.
|
||
|
||
When she opened her eyes, there was a message from "Nik" on her screen.
|
||
|
||
was it good for you, too?
|
||
NIK, THAT WAS AMAZING! I DIDN'T KNOW MY SUIT COULD EVEN *DO* THAT!
|
||
there are a lot of things that aren't in the instruction manual.
|
||
DID YOU WRITE ANY MORE PROGRAMS LIKE THAT?
|
||
of course. i have one that you can use along with this one. it "translates"
|
||
from one sex to the other. so you could be having cybersex with another
|
||
woman, and her body's responses would translate into your suit giving you the
|
||
equivalent male responses. it works for two men, too. you can have cybersex
|
||
with anybody.
|
||
|
||
A suspicious thought crossed her mind; she had assumed that "Nik" was some
|
||
derivative of "Nicholas"... but Nik understood a woman's body so well...
|
||
|
||
NIK, WHICH SEX ARE YOU REALLY? ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE?
|
||
"yes"...
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
To Whom It May Concern:
|
||
|
||
úúúoo0ooúúú
|
||
|
||
I know you don't love me,
|
||
but that's all right;
|
||
it's enough that you exist
|
||
for me to love.
|
||
If I were younger,
|
||
I'd fling myself at you,
|
||
over and over again,
|
||
until I fell
|
||
bruised and bleeding
|
||
at your feet;
|
||
but I'm too old now
|
||
for such vigorous exercise,
|
||
so I just write you poems.
|
||
I know you don't love me,
|
||
but that's all right;
|
||
I love the Empire State Building, too,
|
||
but I have no need to own it.
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
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|
||
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|
||
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||
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||
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||
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