 Story: It's a mod, mod, mod, mod, world (loooooooong)
Note: Okay, I could've posted this to the erotica archive, but honestly, I never read anything from there and I'm willing to bet you don't either. Anyway, this is obviously a story geared towards women, and it's a little vanilla, but I thought I'd start off easy. If you like what you see and have a request/are inspired to contribute another story to the forum, than I'd be tickled pink.
See what happens when I'm not in school? BOREDOM! THAT'S WHAT! You know what they say about idle hands and keyboards...but I digress. On with the show!
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Jan breathed deeply, forcing herself to stop hyperventilating. She had been waiting for this day for weeks. Waiting for the day that she would see- feel, taste, breathe in- her lover again.
She checked the perimeter of the room again. Everything had to be perfect. Her housemates were all gone for the weekend. All her pets had been put in cold sleep. She smirked at that. Ill be too busy to feed them, after all, she thought.
In the center of the room was her pride and joy- a brand new Cryoltec Simsubstance transporter. It was one of the few non-jerryrigged pieces of hardware she owned. Jan shuddered. If Kyle knew what she had done to acquire it hed be horrified...or, possibly, incredibly turned on. The thought made her sigh in anticipation.
The Simsub was a work of beauty- a smooth blue pad, six feet square. In the center was a nondescript grey cube, coldly ceramic to the touch. Not many people owned one. The latest thing in tellecommunication had quickly been dismissed as a sex toy and abandoned by the media. Suckers. Nervously, Jan glanced at the holoclock. Violent red numerals spelled out 19:27 three feet from the ceiling. Where could Kyle be?
She turned on her autostrobe. She had programmed it to pulse light at different frequencies depending on the temperature and pheremone level in her rooms air. Drugs were for kids: the best way to alter your consciousness was to activate specific areas of the brain through light pulses. The pulse was slow, the light blue. Jan felt calmer within seconds.
Jan noticed a flutter in her peripheral vision. The cube was moving. She felt a jolt of deep excitement as the grey matter took on a life of its own and morphed into the shape on a six foot two male, lifelike and very, very naked. Kyle was now standing on his Crylotec Simsub, over four thousand miles away. They were very fortunate to have such a recent model- no special suits were required. Jan stepped onto the pad, shaking with desire, and ran a single finger down Kyles chest. The substance the doppleganger was dry, almost dusty, and would resume the cube shape as soon as he dialed out. Jan smiled as she reminded herself that until she dialed into his unit, she was invisible to him. the idea of being able to touch his doppleganger without him knowing it was very arousing, but these games could wait. She bent down and dialed Kyles connection, stripping off her silk pajamas. Jan knew the connection had been made when she saw a smile on Kyles grey, sadly monochrome face (no skin mods yet- she hated that). There was now, in Kyles apartment, a perfect replica of herself. She would play with his puppet as he played with hers- it was almost as good as being there. In fact, it was better. Jan and Kyle had never met in the real world, but it didnt matter. The real world was full of disease. Simsubsex, as it was called (or whispered about) was about the pleasure of the act and nothing more.
After a few awkward seconds of silence, Kyle spoke. His voice was full and resonant (thanks in part to the subwoofer Jan had installed). So, are you gonna show me what was worth waiting two weeks for? Jan grinned. Watch this. This is the best modelhack Ive done yet. Her fingers flew over the keypad mounted on the side. She left a few second to make sure the program had taken effect, then licked her lips slowly. Kyles eyes widened along with his smile. Jan was relieved- she wasnt sure if she had done all the lines of code right, but it was obvious that she had succesfully altered the appearence of her doppleganger.
Two tongues. Lovely. How absolutely....delightful. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply. He moaned as her tongue squirmed in his (or his puppets, as if there was any practical difference) mouth- Jan knew that every move her tongue made was copied by its mirror image. Double the pleasure, double the fun. She pulled away, flashing a crooked smile. 16 hours of coding time. Can you beat that?
Well, I dont know. It took me twenty hours to master this mod, but I think youre going to like it. He bent down. His arm disappeared as, on his end, he reached off the square onto his keypad. The Simsub could only simulate matter within the six foot square, sadly (Jan reminded herself to look into what kind of power it would take to build a larger one). Kyle stood back up again. For a few second, nothing happened. Then his cock started....warping. No warping was the wrong word, Jan decided. Inflating? Yeah, that was it. Soon, it had reached near-Holmesian proportions. But it didnt look like any cock Jan had seen. Kyle had completely changed the texture. It was...ringed, ridged, striated with raised scarlike swirls.
Jans jaw dropped. The autostrobe sensed a change in the atmosphere and quickened the pulse. The warmth between Jans legs increased to a fever pitch. The things that....thing...could do....she finally managed to get out, ....for me? Kyle grinned and shrugged. Ribbed for her pleasure? You like it? Oh, Kyle, its...its... She dropped to her knees as if hypnotized.
She let her tongue glide slowly up the shaft. The substance was already warming up since activation- his cock was pleasently warm. Her mind was blank of thoughts- deep purples and pinks floated through her psyche as she explored every curve and contour of this lovely new organ. She was in full-on cock trance, as Kyle jokingly put it: that worshipful hypnotic state that left her writhing and mewling with anxious desire at the mere thought of wrapping her lips around it, to be graced with the presence of a member so perfectly designed to bring pleasure. Soft murmurs of contentment dribbled out of the corners of her deeply occupied mouth. Lesser women would have gagged on this new mod, but Jan was on cloud nine trying. Even though she couldnt cram all of it down past her tonsils, she expertly let her lithe, skilled tongue writhe around the head, knowing that every move made was felt twice over on his side.
And she truly knew it- Kyle was desperately trying to hold back an orgasm and coming closer and closer to faliure. He was so quiet. No dirty talk, no grunting, just rapid, shallow breaths, coming faster and faster and faster and all of a sudden his hands were on the back of her head, pulling her mouth down onto his cock, causing Jans twin tongues to convulse in delighted shock. A few quick thrusts (which quite nearly dislocated Jans jaw, she pointed out later) and he let go and fell to the floor of the pad, knees weak from exertion.
Oh, please dont tell me thats all I get... Jan whimpered between kisses. She looked plaintively into his eyes as she ran her tongue along his nipples. Hang on, babe, just give me some time, Kyle cooed. A crooked smile flashed over his grey face. Lets see, what can I do to pass the time until I get hard again...oh, what could this be? his hand slipped between Jans legs, leaving a chalky flim on her inner thigh. Oh Christ, I wish you could feel how wet I am right now, Jan panted. When the fuck are the gonna come out with a texture upgrade for this piece of crap?
Kyle leaned over her and slowly licked her left earlobe. His tongue felt like a velvety finger. Baby, relax. I know exactly how wet you are. Even if I cant feel it, I can feel it, you know what I mean? I mean, (soft kiss on neck) even though Im just kissing a mass of tenuously combined molecules (nibble on collarbone), I know how your body must feel, thousands of miles away (nuzzle on left nipple). Thats how (run tongue in circle around naval) connected we are (soft, gentle kiss below naval while hands run up and down inner thighs). Even though weve never met, I just intuitively know exactly how good (kiss left thigh)...you (kiss right thigh)...taste....
There was no more talking for what seemed like an eternity. Kyles ashen doppleganger was face-deep in Jans cunt, expertly working his tongue at just the right angles in just the right rhythms. Jan was unsure if her state of bliss was heightened by the strobe, whose frequency automatically altered to adjust to the new levels of pheremones in the microenvironment. Jan was unsure of a lot of things, but she had abandoned all higher brain functions a long time ago. She was riding the amazing feeling her body was producing, a conspiracy of ecstacy perpetrated by brain and clit. There was no perception of time and space. The center of the universe was her pulsing, throbbing cunt, the source of all energy in her universe.
And every universe has its Big Bang.
Jan often wondered if the male orgasm could ever compare to how she felt when her body exploded. The beginning was always the same- a small, perceptable change, a Point of No Return. Her legs were overcome with tremors. She dug her fingernails in the back of Kyles scull and screamed, Dont stop! No matter what you do, oh god, unnnhhh, DONT STOP DONT STOP DONT STOOO-
There were a few seconds where all she could see was white. The world was silent as newfallen snow. She couldnt feel her body- she couldnt remember what a body was.
Then, just as fast, it came rushing back to her. She felt air in her lungs and had a vague notion that breathing would be important. Kyle was sitting up, watching her. She instinctively reached down and felt inside herself. It was slippery dripping sticky onto the floor pad.
Through the haze of pleasure she saw that Kyle was slowly and methodically stroking his mod. It was impossibly erect. Impossibly ornate in its ribbing. Just inches away...
Jan lunged for it, a stream of babble escaping her mouth. Oh god, I need it, please, deep inside, I need it so bad. Please give it to me. I want every inch inside of me. Her voice reached a desperate, almost whiny pitch. Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaase, its so beautiful, oh god, please, please....
Kyle cut her off by covering her mouth with his. He traced to contours of her tongue (taking time to play with the phantom tongue that existed only on his end) with his tongue, stroking her torso and pushing her down onto her back. He sat up and spread her legs with smooth, firm movements. Suddenly, the chalky dryness of the doppleganger didnt matter. Jan was dripping wet with sweat and pleasure, wet enough for both of them.
Cock in hand, Kyle rubbed the head against Jans clit. Jan arched her back and moaned. At this point she was half on, half off the floor pad. Her hands clawed at the carpet with anticipation. When he entered her, she screamed. Not in pain, although he filled her to the very brim. It was a low, animal scream. It wasnt that she didnt care if other people heard her- she had ceased to acknowledge that other people existed. The whole of reality consisted of the friction inside her, the soft grunts from her long distance lover, the tautness of every muscle on their bodies (or was it one body, one machine, grinding against itself?). Her body knew this ancient dance by instinct. Her hips had a life of thieir own, changing the rythm sporadically. Slow, low sweeping circles changed to rapid jerks and back again. The cock seemed to twitch and morph inside her, altering its shape to offer pressure hard and fast against her G-spot. If her mind had been capable of taking itself outside the moment and forming words, she would have been praying to whatever god cared to listen that the moment would never, ever end.
She came for the second time when she flipped Kyle over. She was on top, riding him with all her might. She brought herself up so that her cunt embraced the very tip of his beautiful cock and rammed her body down again. He cried out with every thrust, his taught torso writhing with delight. She opened her eyes and looked down- and nearly died of shock. Since Kyle was only half on the pad, his body appeared to be missing from the ribcage up. She ran her hands against his body. Where his dopleganger was cut off was smooth as porcelein. It may have been the jarring surreality of fucking half a body that pushed her over the edge, but another orgasm claimed her, just as Kyles absent mouth screamed out his own explosion simultaneously. She collapsed on top of him, pulling him back on the platform completely, kissing this warm, dry, yeilding lips made of active polymers.
When the moment had passed, Kyle spoke again. Ive been thinking of another mod Id like to try- instead of a huge cock, how about two normal ones and a smaller one? Itd take a hell of a lot of work.
Jan snuggled against him. Id be happy to help you out, Kyle. You know what they say- the couple that codes together, grows together!
[This message has been edited by Schraff (edited 05-26-2004).]
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