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Virtual Masturbation
By dpph (dpph2@yahoo.com)
1992
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What might teenage boys do someday in the future when
their hormones begin to rage and they have the
technology to satisfy every urge? (MF, cyber, sci-fi)
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I rushed home eagerly with my mind totally flustered.
If it weren't for the laser protective bars I probably
would've walked right onto the hover-train's track. As
I made my way through the incredibly crowded city,
dodging holographic advertisements on every corner and
ducking whenever some idiot flew his transport pod
right over the heads of the pedestrian walkway, I kept
clutching my hand over my jacket's hidden pocket. I
felt a compulsive need to constantly check to make sure
that the chip I had sought so diligently was still
safely nestled there.
It was difficult making my way back home, what with
taking the walking path through the narrow skyscrapers
that marked every street in the city. Whenever I got
stuck behind some inconsiderate person, apparently I
wasn't worth moving for, seeing as I was only a teenage
boy.
I would look up and watch the incredible flurry of
activity as the dozens of different levels of transport
pods and tubes that made up the city's internal
navigation system criss-crossed, nearly blocking out
the sun; in fact, the lack of light meant strategically
placed artificial light emanated from the walls of
every building to keep everyone from stumbling around
in eternal darkness.
Finally I reached my home and my heart raced as I
noticed both of my parents' absences. They wouldn't be
home from their jobs for hours, and at 15, too old for
a baby-sitter, I had our spacious modern apartment to
myself. Carelessly I tossed my book bag onto the sofa
(though still called a book bag, in actuality it was
just a flat panel that was loaded up with all my school
crap) and rushed to the entertainment center.
Carefully I entered the combination to my jacket's
pocket and watched eagerly as a compartment seemingly
appeared out of nowhere on the formerly seamless
material. With a ridiculous amount of tenderness, I
reached into the pocket and pulled out the chip.
I watched as it glistened with its shiny reflective
covering and carefully I placed it into the
entertainment center's receptacle. With that the
entertainment center took over and the chip floated
gracefully upwards in the receptacle chamber and began
spinning faster and faster as a beautiful blue laser
struck it, giving it an almost ethereal glow.
In front of me the air molecules seemed to stir and a
large perfectly flat transparent rectangle appeared
before me. Quickly the entertainment center loaded its
default menu and I asked it to give me details on the
chip's program. Details flashed on the floating
rectangle:
"Origin: Masahiritu Entertainment Corporation Title
(translated): Virtual Super Fun Happy Girl Time!
Rating: Highest level of Restriction. Please enter
password to unlock program..."
I gave the program its password as I took off my
jacket; my crotch was already hard with anticipation.
The screen flashed and now a menu popped up, which had
been auto-translated by the computer from its native
Japanese: "Please with respect be giving your girl
description."
I pondered this for a moment and announced in return,
"36C, thin, Caucasian, tall, blonde with black roots,
ummm... curvy?" The entertainment center hummed as it
seemed to go through a million calculations and the
floating menu flashed with colors.
The walls took on a new glow as the holographic
projectors warmed up. Then, a moment later, standing in
front of me was an absolutely beautiful woman, exactly
matching my description. My pants were now nothing but
an elaborate tent for my cock. There she stood, wearing
a tight latex suit that hugged her large breasts and
absolutely perfect ass. The screen reappeared before me
and more questions appeared. I rushed as quickly as I
could through the incomprehensibly translated menu and
finally when I finished the screen disappeared and I
was left alone with my dream girl.
I was nervous, but not too nervous to notice how
tightly the latex hugged her virtual assets and how
constrained my pants now felt. She just stood there
coldly, blinking every once in a while. This was the
image in my mind with which I had masturbated for so
many years; this was the moment I had been waiting for.
I guess I could be called awkward, but at 15 I knew I
absolutely needed sex, and I couldn't get it from
anyone living. For months I had scrimped and saved for
this day, and then stroked myself off imagining this
moment.
Finally I knew I had to speak. "I, uhhh, computer...
uhhh."
Luckily she responded with a soothing sexy voice that
made my loins burn, "Please, call me Sarah. Would you
like me to fuck you today? Or perhaps a striptease? I
am well versed in 700 different sexual techniques and
can be trained with new ones at your leisure."
She was just so real. I actually felt nervous around
her, not sure how she'd feel about me, ignoring the
fact that she was just a bunch of photons and laser
fields. I tried to pull my shirt down to cover up my
raging hard-on. The program was incredible and adapted
right away, "Ohhh. Poor baby, that looks like it hurts.
Want Sarah to make it better?"
I literally gasped at the statement. She, or more
accurately the computer, studied the situation briefly
and decided on a course of action: "It's okay, Sarah
will take things slowly for you, my young Master. Just
sit down over in that chair and I'll give you a little
show." She winked at me and then walked over towards
me.
She reached her hand out and I was stunned when I felt
it touch my arm and guide me to the chair, where I sat
uncomfortably fighting my dick and my extreme
embarrassment. Her hand had felt so real, the thought
that the rest of her could feel that real made my dick
jerk briefly in my pants, fighting its imprisonment.
"Hmmm," she said, "Not much use doing a striptease in
an outfit like this? Hell, you can already tell I'm
shaven where it counts with this one. Computer, give me
outfit 35b." Her body flashed with a brilliant light
and for one brief millisecond I could see her naked
splendor, but soon she reappeared from this halo of
light wearing a tight shirt (no bra), and a red frilly
skirt that went down to her knees where it covered the
ends of white thigh high stockings.
At the bottom she wore black "fuck-me" stiletto heels.
She had a new air about her, as if she were now in
charge and in control of everything. She leaned one
lovely hip forward straining the skirt and snapped her
fingers prompting some strip club style music to fill
the room. Following the music, she moved her hips from
side to side and stretched out her body, straining the
shirt against her breasts.
Now twisting around she bent down stroking her leg with
her arm, giving me an excellent view of how tightly the
skirt hugged her ass. Her curves drove me wild and soon
I had to pull my pants to my knees on the chair so that
my dick wouldn't blast off right into my shorts.
"Mmmm," she hummed as she observed my hard-on, "I can't
wait to feel that inside of me." Obviously those
Japanese programmers hadn't skimped on the English
translation where it counted. Just then as she
continued rocking her hips to the beat, she snapped her
fingers and a strip club style pole appeared in the
room. Suddenly she spun around and turned her back to
me.
Again she hunched over, and her skirt almost seemed to
hug her ass tighter than it had before. But this time,
as she straightened back up, she suddenly pulled her
shirt over her head. I could just barely see the edge
of her breasts, but I was busying carrying my eyes from
her ass to the start of her now naked back. Following
its tan curve with my eyes, until I settled on her
head, which had turned sidewise.
She gave me an all too devious smile, and after
winking, she suddenly spun around again, revealing her
breasts to me in all their splendor. They were perfect:
Exactly as I had imagined, exactly as I had dreamed.
They were large, yet at the same time firm, and they
hung slightly on her chest creating a curve and slight
shadow that was absolutely to die for. And they were
framed by her beautiful taut stomach, and her long
blonde hair. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I exploded
right there into my boxers.
I suddenly placed my hand over the large wet spot; I
was so ashamed and for a moment, forgetting what she
was, I actually thought she was going to leave. But
instead, she just smiled and giggled and then said to
me, "I hope you'll have some left for me, there's
nothing I like better than slurping down some hot cum
from a big strong guy like you, or feeling a cock just
explode in my tight little twat."
During all this, she never lost the music's beat. In
fact, her dance had progressed. Just then, with another
wink, she tore off the red skirt revealing a pink G-
string that was so tight, I could see the divide
between her pussy lips through the material.
Now she positioned herself so that the dance pole was
between us. She pressed herself against it so that the
bar went between her breasts, pressing them apart and
making them look even larger than before. Then she
grabbed it with her hands and lifted her feet off the
ground. She pressed her pelvis and the G-string against
the bar and started shifting around. Then she swung her
legs out and did a little spin around the bar before
settling down on the ground.
She took one hand off the pole, and snapped her fingers
again. A giant crystal clear champagne glass appeared,
full of water and bubble mix. With an incredible leap,
she landed ass first into it and giggled as her
stockings were soaked. She lifted a leg high in the air
and positioned her head against it; she unsnapped her
heel and threw them off. Then she did the same thing
with her other leg and took off that heel.
Suddenly, she stood up in the glass and turned away
from me. A bright light was now behind her creating a
heavenly silhouette, but at the same time, not blinding
me. Her ass was so beautiful; it had just the right
amount of curve, and in my mind, I briefly pictured it
gyrating and rippling as I slammed into her from
behind. I returned to watching her, after that
momentary thought. She bent down with her legs spread,
and the sight of her G-string's material pressed so
tightly against her honeybox reignited my raging hard-
on. She slowly and sensuously removed each of her
stockings, until she was wearing nothing but the G-
string.
She stood up again and twirled a little in the soapy
water so that she was facing me. That same devious
smile was back, and I managed to push even further
forward on my seat, nearly falling off with
anticipation. She licked her lips, and I was so
infatuated with her tongue and beautiful red lips that
I didn't even notice that her hands had shifted towards
her waist, and that her back was arched, further
accentuating her already perfect breasts.
She put her legs close together, nearly crossing them.
Her thighs were very tightly together, right up to the
front of her G-string, and with a quirky laugh, her
panties suddenly snapped apart and were pulled through
her tightly pressed legs, falling off somewhere behind
her. In that moment my eyes nearly shot out of my head.
BAM! There she was, naked. My eyes of course focused on
her crotch. I could see her beautiful amber pussy hair,
very neatly trimmed, and I knew from her statement
earlier that beneath that, she was completely shaven. I
was dying with anticipation for her to unpress her
thighs so that I could get more than a fleeting glance
at her pussy lips, but just then, she suddenly through
her legs in the air and splashed down into the
champagne glass.
Her legs were apart and I saw her hot, wet, pussy lips
(just as perfect as the rest of her) but she was in
constant movement, swirling her legs everywhere and
splashing water and bubbles all around. Then in a very
odd move she wound in a position that would've
confounded most gymnasts: with both her legs high in
the air, but with her head between them.
I almost didn't this realize because of the incredible
gleam of energy and excitement in her eyes that I now
had an incredibly explicit view of her pussy. My eyes
roved from her perfectly cut pubic hair to every facet
of her pussy. I examined excitedly from afar the curves
and colors of her pussy. Her pussy was spread slightly
and I could see her inner lips, and the hood that all
my instinct told me housed her love button.
Moving past her glistening love box, I could just
barely see her starfish, before my eyes pulled right
back up to her pussy. And I just sat there, eying her
for what must've been 5 seconds, though it felt like a
heavenly eternity to me.
The music took on a new beat and she pulled her head
back and swung her body into a spin in the tub. Her
magnificent breasts, just like the rest of her body,
were now glistening with water and I longed to suckle
her aroused nipples. She settled again, her crotch
facing me again, but this time with her back arched and
her legs forward and resting on the glass. Very
deliberately, she took one hand, licked it thoroughly,
and plunged into herself with a frenzy of rubs and
probes. Both tender and strong, she stroked and kneaded
every part of her genitals, in ways I didn't even know
existed.
More and more she started plunging a finger, and then
fingers, between her now gaping lips. Her hips were
rocking now and the music softened, allowing me to hear
her excited and impressive moans. Soon she had 4
fingers shifting in and out of her pussy, with her
thumb pressed and vibrating against her clit. Her
movements and moans became faster and faster, until
suddenly her hips bolted into the air and she screamed
out with pleasure.
Her hips held there in the air after the peak and her
hand slowed, though it showed no signs of stopping its
constant stimulation; her gasping breath began to turn
into long exhales and inhales as she recovered from her
massive (but simulated!) orgasm, and then she just
dropped back down into the water, looking tired and
content.
I actually had to look down at my crotch just to remind
myself that I had ejaculated again.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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