MasterPC Ch. 06

"I won't deny the thought has crossed my mind. What are my chances?"

"You intrigue me, and you helped me. That should at least get you a chance to show me what else you can do."

"And, remember the second thing I did with the software."

"Yes, I remember, and you did say you'd show me yours if I showed you mine."

"What hotel are you using?"

"Barkers Island Inn."

"Let's go then," I said.

"We'd be fools not to," Kathleen replied.

I ushered her to the door and followed her out. I watched her ass as she sashayed down the corridor. Damn, that was one fine looking woman. One way or the other, I wanted to make sure I got a sample of that before the night was through. And though it was tempting to go back into the computer to make sure, I resisted. I wanted this to happen because she wanted it as much as I did, and I was pretty sure she did.

I opened her door and helped her into the big Cadillac. I went around and got in the driver's side and fired up the Northstar V-8. The AC was running full blast as I wheeled the De Ville into the traffic on Belknap Street. It was a quiet ride. Neither of us said a word.

She said nothing as I parked in the hotel lot, got out, and opened her door. I offered my hand and she took it. I held onto it all the way to the hotel lobby. She didn't let go. We walked to the elevator. She pressed the button for her floor -- I wasn't paying much attention. When the doors closed behind us, she turned to me and I put my arms around her. We kissed. I had wanted a taste of those lips since I first laid eyes on her. I was not disappointed. Our breathing was heavy by the time the door opened. Somehow, without my noticing, she'd managed to retrieve her room key from her purse so no time was lost in fumbling at the door.

Inside the room with the door shut things accelerated. Our bodies ground together and I know she was feeling my manhood's bulge pressing into her belly. Her tits were squashed against my chest and I couldn't wait to get at them. But I did wait -- self-denial can be a form of pleasure.

"Let's get naked," she whispered in my ear as our kiss broke.

I would have been happy to make out fully clothed for a while -- I really like that aspect of sex -- but I also wanted to see what was under that suit. And, to tell the truth, I wanted to know if she was a natural redhead.

I stepped back and began stripping. By the time I'd taken off my jacket, Kathleen had tossed her jacket over a chair and quickly divested herself of her skirt and blouse, leaving her clad in only a bra, silk stockings, and a garter belt. She was, indeed, a natural redhead as evidenced by the thick red bush covering her pubic mound. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. When it dropped to the floor in front of her I was staring opened mouthed at the most magnificent set of mammaries I'd ever seen. They were absolute perfection. Large and round with no sag and none of the telltale signs of surgery. The nipples were long with significant areolae -- everything in perfect proportion. She smiled.

"You like?"

I was speechless. My fingers had rebelled against my brain and were not cooperating in my efforts to get my tie untied or my shirt unbuttoned. I just stood there staring stupidly at the vision standing before me. I am not a man accustomed to being speechless. Anyone who knows me would agree. But there I was, as tongue tied as a 9th grader looking at his first copy of Playboy.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, chuckling throatily.

Kathleen stepped to me and began to help me get the buttons of my shirt undone while I took on the seemingly simpler task of undoing my belt and the fastening at the waistband of my slacks. I kicked off my shoes and my pants were soon a puddle of fabric at my feet. My dress shirt soon joined them and shortly after that my undershirt. All I wore now were the boxer's I'd put on after my shower. There was a huge tent in the front -- evidence of my appreciation of Kathleen's lovely form. She stepped back as I stepped out of my underwear and we took turns staring at each other's nakedness.

"Nice job," we both said at once. She giggled and I chuckled (men don't giggle).

And then she was in my arms and we forgot about speech for a while. Her lips were soft and pliable, her mouth tasted sweet to my tongue. Our arms were wrapped around each other and our hands were busy exploring everything they could reach. I got mine between us and began measuring her mammaries with my hands, filling them with the lovely sensitive flesh. Kathleen groaned with pleasure as I mauled her tits. I found her nipples and began twisting and pulling them.

"Yesssss...pull them harder you bastard," she hissed breaking our kiss. Her eyes were closed and a look of pure bliss took over her face. I continued to tug and pull on her nipples, pinching and twisting them, enjoying the expressions of pain and pleasure that streaked across her face and the gasps and squeals forced from her lips.

Kathleen had gripped my prodigious endowment in both hands and was stroking it expertly. She was no stranger to cock play -- a relief since I'd found few women who knew how I liked my dick stroked (or men for that matter). I claimed her mouth again and urged her toward the nearby bed. I wanted access to all of her and that wasn't possible standing up. Besides, I wasn't at all sure that either of us could stand for much longer.

"Bed," I whispered, my voice sounding harsh with desire.

As soon as I had her on the bed, I immediately began to kiss my way down from her lips, over her chin, pausing for a moment to taste the flesh at her neck, and then I was devouring the most perfect set of breasts I'd ever seen. They had settled slightly onto her chest, but still jutted proudly toward the ceiling. These were the real deal -- not silicone -- and they were pliant and responsive to my caresses and kisses. I consumed them like a starving man at a banquet, covering each towering cone with kisses while my hands continued to maul and squeeze them.

"My nipples," Kathleen gasped. "Suck them."

I complied immediately, taking first one and then the other rubbery knobs into my mouth along with all of the surrounding flesh I could manage. I sucked hard, which brought groans of pleasure from deep in Kathleen's throat.

"Harder. Suck harder," she pleaded.

I was pleased to do as she wished, and attacked her nipples with tongue and lips and, occasionally, gentle nips with my incisors. She loved all of it. She really loved it when I just covered her nipples with my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. This seemed to drive her wild.

The first thing I generally notice about a woman's body is her legs. The second thing is her ass. I am not, generally, a breast man. In Kathleen's case, however, I was prepared to make an exception. As perfect as her legs and ass were (she'd really done a great job with the software there) her breasts were works of art -- definitely museum quality. I could not get enough of them and Kathleen was enjoying the attention. Her hands were between her legs frigging her pussy to a fragrant froth, and the fumes wafting up to where my face was experiencing paradise in her tit-flesh were driving me almost to the point of load blowing lust.

When I finally managed to pull away from those massive mounds of delight, I began kissing my way down to where Kathleen's fingers were stirring her honey-pot so furiously. I kissed my way across her flat and well defined abs, pausing to tickle her navel with my tongue, and as I approached my goal, she obligingly removed her hands giving me full access to the treasure beneath the fluffy red fur at the apex of her thighs. I had never wanted anything so much as I did a taste of her nectar at this moment. In spite of the fact that my brain was not receiving its accustomed volume of blood/oxygen, part of my mind managed to wonder If Kathleen had programmed her juices to have this effect on others.

My lips were nibbling and nuzzling her lower belly. I could feel her bush against my left cheek. Her scent, overpowering at this distance, filled my nostrils. I forced myself to approach the target obliquely. I kissed the top of her bush. Then I kissed around it and began kissing and licking my way down her thighs, lifting her left leg and nuzzling the sensitive flesh behind the knee, then kissing my way back up toward her molten center. I repeated this on her right thigh as well. Kathleen was squirming on the bed, her hips constantly in motion, her hands mauling her tits -- I could tell that I had treated them too gently as watched her take both nipples and stretch them far beyond anything I could imagine ever doing to a woman.

Her moans were constant. Our breathing was heavy and the sound of it filled the room as did the scent of our mutual musks. We were a pair of animals in heat. I saw beads of sweat on Kathleen's abdomen and on the undersides of her tits. I knew that my own bare flesh bore its sheen of perspiration. My cock, an iron bar jutting from between my legs, was dripping pre-cum and jerking to the rhythm of my pounding heart.

I maneuvered my body so that I was lying prone between Kathleen's legs looking up past her steaming grotto over her belly and between her magnificent breasts to her face -- contorted with passion and lust and the need for more of both. My olfactory receptors were being assaulted by her scent their defenses overwhelmed. She was all I could think of, her satisfaction my whole universe. I was compelled to drink from her fountain.

The time for subtlety and teasing was long past. I pushed my head forward to the apex of her alabaster thighs and covered her deliciously tumescent jade gate with my mouth. My tongue was a darting snake exploring every fold and crenelated surface of her inner labia so swollen now with blood that they were a bright, hot, pink shading toward deep mauve -- almost fuchsia. The taste of her on my tongue was like the finest wine I'd ever sampled; like ambrosia; like the nectar of the gods. I was instantly and irrevocably addicted to this taste. I knew in every fiber of my being that if I did not imbibe regularly at this font I would surely die.

And so I ate and drank and devoured her liquid center; the marvelous mystery that is womanhood. Up and down her slit my tongue slithered until finally fixing on a target, its tip began to stroke the bundle of nerves and gristle at the top of that slit. If I had entered the temple when I tasted her nectar for the first time I knew now the meaning of worship for when I began licking Kathleen's clitoris she erupted into a series of the most powerful orgasms I've ever seen a woman experience.

Her hands, which had been squeezing the pinching her tit flesh clamped on my head, holding it in the exact spot to afford her maximum pleasure. Her hips rose off the bed; her legs stiff; her toes curled; her breathing stilled for the moment as her diaphragm experienced a rictus akin to death; until with an explosion of breath she screamed a song of lust and pleasure in a long lusty wail of incoherent syllables.

She bucked like a wild horse trying to throw a rider. She nearly threw me, but I was ready for her and had placed my hands firmly on her ass cheeks holding her pussy in the path of my mouth and continuing to suck and lick for all I was worth. She bounced up and down thrusting her cunt into my face beating me with her pubic bone until I was sure that my upper lip would be swelling later on. She was too far gone down the long tunnel of her orgasmic journey to care about anything so esoteric as the condition of my upper lip. And still I sucked and still I licked and still I tasted her essence.

Her hands that had been clamped to the side of my head holding me against her now began to push me away. But she had no strength. I had drained her. Kathleen's body was limp on the bed, her breathing labored coming in sobs as she fought to retain consciousness in the aftermath of intense pleasure. We had achieved a connection that had surprised us both.

I gently kissed those dewy lips once more and once again before kissing my way back across the sweaty flesh of her belly and breasts; up her neck until I could capture her lips once more in a lover's kiss. Her arms came around me and we lay quietly together, kissing and feeling our flesh touching in interesting ways.

"My god..." she breathed at last, her first coherent words in some minutes. "My god," she repeated; longer sentences seemingly beyond her grasp at the moment. I lifted myself onto an elbow and smiled down at her.

"I take it you enjoyed that," I said, smiling like the little boy who's just learned a new trick. When it comes to sex, all men are little boys at heart and the women who understand this know all they need to know about being in charge.

"Bastard...I thought you'd killed me."

"The French call it le petit mort -- the little death. Apt I think. The Chinese refer to orgasm as 'the clouds and the rain."

Kathleen pushed me onto my back and rolled half way on top of me.

"I'll give you clouds and rain, Mr. Donaldson. And then we'll see who's got the strength for smart remarks."

"If that's a challenge," I said, "I accept."

Kathleen smiled and then swooped down on my fuck stick like a raptor on a field mouse. She gripped the base of my cock with both hands and captured the head with her mouth. Oh she had a talented tongue did Kathleen O'Brien. Not to mention a talented set of lips and a seemingly endless capability for cock swallowing -- more MasterPC enhancements I thought before the lack of blood flow impeded my thinking for a while.

To say that Kathleen sucked my cock would be like calling the Mona Lisa a decent painting. Heather had been good -- not at the start but she'd learned -- but she was nothing compared to Kathleen in the cock sucking department.

Within four strokes in and out of her mouth she had swallowed my massive fuck missile to the root, her lovely lips nibbling the bare (shaved) flesh at the base. Her fingers manipulated my balls while with her other hand she stroked the spit slick flesh her mouth released on each stroke. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. She was one hundred per cent committed to blowing my cock and my mind. It was the most aggressive blow job I'd ever experienced and it reminded me of the way porn star Debbie Diamond attacked cocks during her prime. Kathleen was hungry and my steaming sausage was her meat and drink.

I used every bit of my MasterPC enhanced control to stave off an orgasm within the first two minutes of Kathleen's oral assault. Two minutes after that the game was over. Kathleen managed to worm a spit slick finger into my asshole where she probed until my prostate was under her fingertip. My cock was all the way down her gullet and her throat muscles were massaging what her lips didn't have possession of and that finger on my prostate was the final push that sent me over the edge.

"SHIT!" was all I got out before my nuts emptied themselves in salvo after salvo of hot man juice. Kathleen swallowed every last drop and kept on sucking. For a moment I thought she'd found a way to avoid needing oxygen. Her finger on my prostate was like her own private button connected directly to the part of my brain that gave instructions for ejaculation. Every time she pressed more jizz flowed from the end of my cock. My pleasure threatened to become pain just from intensity alone. She sensed this, however, and soon her head came up, sucked the last drop of my cum from a now softened cock, and then she kissed me full on the mouth, sharing the last of my semen with me. I was drained as no one had drained me since I'd discovered the magic that was MasterPC.

"I take it you enjoyed that," she said, mocking me.

I stopped her talking with a kiss. Then I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her again. My cock rallied; thanks to great software my hardware was once more ready to do its part in the everlasting struggle between yin and yang.

"Enough talking...it's time to fuck," I said.

"You can't be hard already," Kathleen gasped, feeling the untruth of her words pressing into her belly.

"Cock those legs up lady, because round one may have been a draw, but we'll see about round two."

She said nothing, but grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them up, apart, and back, exposing her pussy and inviting the coming invasion of my manhood into her womanly center.

"Bring it on," she said, smiling, confident.

It struck me that both of us had enhanced our sexual capabilities using the MasterPC program. This was going to be an epic battle. Ali-Frasier would have nothing on this one. Rumble in the Jungle? Pee-wee league stuff.

I gripped my cock and aimed it at the opening between the petals of her feminine flower. I nuzzled that flower with the head of my instrument, covering it with her lubricant and my saliva. Then, slowly, relentlessly, I pushed forward shoving aside the flesh guarding her inner citadel; impaling her on my staff of love.

For her part, she welcomed the invasion like Ankh-Morpork welcoming the barbarian hordes with open arms sure in her ability to subdue the most violent of warriors and turn them into hung over warriors with empty purses.

Her hands found my ass and she pulled my hips forward taking me to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me there, her internal muscles milking my dick shaft powerfully and seemingly tirelessly, challenging me to absorb the kind of pleasure she was capable of providing. But two can play at that game, and I withdrew against the suction of her grasping, clasping, cunt muscles, until only the tip of my cock was still nestled within her dark folds.

There was nothing gentle in the way that I forced myself back inside Kathleen's pussy. Neither of us was prepared to give or accept quarter in this bit of inter-gender warfare. Both of us wore grimaces of concentration and extreme pleasure as we did battle. I began to thrash her pussy with my cudgel of love. Faster and harder I thrust and she thrust back at me just as hard. Our eyes were locked. I drove the breath from her belly with every stroke making her grunt. My own grunts of exertion joined hers in an interesting counterpoint that has no recognizable words. The fugue we were constructing is as old as the human race and as familiar as air.

Our bellies slapped together. Her tits bounced and jiggled as I rocked her again and again. Neither of us was prepared to yield an inch as we fucked. And that's what it was: fucking. This wasn't lovemaking. There was no romance here. We were two animals rutting; each fighting for the survival of the race; each responding to the other's musk and our own natural inclinations.

And, yet, behind all of this, there was pleasure. She felt it every time I speared her at the deepest point; she felt it when my pubic bone rubbed her clit; she felt it in the friction of every stroke. I felt it in the rippling inner musculature and it's dance against my hardened flesh; I felt it in the look in her eyes and the way her nipples were like little spikes at the ends of those perfect tits; I felt it in the way she pressed against me on the end of every deep stroke seeking that last millimeter of contact between cock and cunt. We were enjoying this as much as two people can enjoy anything. In that moment I thought I could fall in love with this woman, and that thought was like a bucket of cold water. Only a supreme act of will, augmented by programming, prevented me from losing my erection at that point.

"What's wrong?"

She had sensed it too. I lost the rhythm for a moment -- just enough to break the connection between us for that fraction of a second that means everything.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Wait...that's a lie."

I pulled my cock from her and lay down next to her on the bed. She moved to cover me with her body, to recapture my cock and feel it inside again. I stopped her. She looked down at me with a look of complete and utter confusion.