Chapter 14: Her First Time

Drozul said, “Let’s go look at what we did.”

We left the ship and went over to Truck. He walked me around back.

He said, Notice that we changed the back of the camper. It has what looks to be a regular rear door entry for a cab-over camper. This will seem more normal to other people. When you open the door, you will see what looks like a split-screen door like you see on many R.V.s. This one keeps out insects; nobody can see inside except authorized users. Let’s go in.”

He said, “House, basement level, please.”

We entered what looked to be a gym. It had a lap pool on one side. A hot tub. A sauna, several running cycling machines, and one big universal machine. The outside walls are set to look like cinder blocks. The big, mostly empty room feels immense.

Drozul said, “House, Picture Windows, please.”

All of a sudden, there was nothing outside us but desert. You could only see the floor around the exercise equipment and pool. I went to the pool and looked down. You could see down through to the desert outside. It was like one of those glass pools you see on a skyscraper for millionaires.

I asked, “People can’t see in, can they?”

He said, “No. From the outside, it still appears as a normal camper truck. Inside, you see it is very large now. This is the next step up from ordinary spatial technology. You are actually inside a building in another place on the planet. We were transported here.”

I said, “So, I could jump in naked and swim while people passed by outside?”

He said, “Yes, you are seeing a multi-camera panoramic vision from many drones. We are not ‘here’ in actuality.”

I said, “What a minute. I don’t understand. Those outside can’t see us at all? How is that possible? Now that I think about it, it seems too weird.”

He said, “It’s merely advanced camera optics and display technology. You’re not actually here right now. We ported to someplace else. We are somewhere an AI has chosen. That’s all I know.”

“We could be sitting on a roof or beach somewhere. Even I don’t know where we are. When we travel by portal, you don’t see little sparks in the air, and you don’t feel it.”

“This is not Star Trek, after all. Ours is tech that comes from another race. We just buy the portals. The actual location could be the back of the moon. This is so normal to us; we don’t think about where we actualy are.”

Drozul said, “House change to full-size pool.”

I stood beside Drozul in a small corner of a 30 X 40 space. The entire area was a pool now, except for the tiny part where we stood in the corner. This looked and felt like a large outdoor pool in the desert, except for the high ceiling.

Drozul said, “House, William Randolph Hearst’s Beverly Hills pool, please.”

This large pool was now surrounded by a beautiful and fanciful garden setting. I could not see where the actual pool ended and the outside garden template started. Standing there in the splendor of a wealthy man’s dream home made me tingle. I knew why Hearst built it; it reeked of power.

Drozul said, “House, Second floor.”

I’m now in my previous one-floor home, minus the bedroom. It’s a 30 X 40 great room. Everything’s bigger. There was more furniture with added types. One corner had a giant couch. It looked like a place where several people could lounge simultaneously. One piece was an overstuffed chaise lounge. Another was a Chesterfield.

I think my favorite was a set in one corner. It has an oversized chair and a matching ottoman. That set has tables on each side. The table on the left of the sitter has a tall reading lamp. I already know which would be my favorite. Jenny and Jade can enjoy the more foo-foo seating.

All the furniture is overstuffed. I sat on a couple; they feel luxuriant. I peeked into the bathroom, and the unique hot tub was oversized, big enough for six.

Drozul said, “You can explore it fully on the way to Los Angeles. House, take us to the Third floor.”

We were in a hallway. I looked in one doorway, and there was a giant bedroom with an oversized bed and bath, all in one room. The rest of the floor mainly was a smaller bedrooms. It did have two bathrooms in their own little rooms with doors. For my two ladies? Hmm ... I hope Drozul is planning ahead for my redhead, Amber.

He said, “I am off. You can explore this at your leisure. Are you leaving for L.A. now to get the Chinese girl?”

I said, “Yes. As soon as you leave for your ship.”

He said, “Good hunting,” as Drozul exited through the rear door that just appeared. OK, he left by portal just now. We are on the third floor.

I said, “Truck, you can leave for Los Angeles whenever you are ready.”

That pool kept calling to me to come for a swim. I went to the master bedroom and took off my clothes.

I said, “House, Full-size pool, please.”

He questioned, “Do you wish me to Dunk you in?”

I said, “Oh hell ya!”

I found myself falling from twelve feet straight down into a bottomless pool. House had a sense of fun and a sense of humor. I must be a bad influence already.

“Holy shit, That was fun.” I grew up in Florida, so swimming in any water came naturally. Swimming naked in Hearst’s old setting was nice but maybe too romantic.

I said, “House, do you have any nude beaches in your repertoire?”

House said, “Many. I suggest one from Eastern Europe or Germany. The Europeans are more, how do you say, uninhibited. The Germans and Scandinavians are rather blasé about nudity.”

I said, “Definitely European then, thank you.”

I found myself in a see-through pool overlooking a nude beach. It was as if I were in a rich man’s château overlooking my own private beach. After about ten minutes, I mainly saw naked families out having a fun day at the beach. They just had no clothes on. That was not very thrilling.

I saw nearby two teenagers making out. They were at it hot and heavy. He could not keep his hands off her small pointy tits. Ahh ... This is the reason House selected this setting. This pair is impressive.

The pretty girl kept removing his hands from her perky small tits. This is while she encourages him by continuing to kiss him hungrily. She was one lusty little blonde. They continued this for a while and then stopped. They spoke briefly, got up, and collected their things. I could not hear what they said.

I watched them walk over a couple of dunes. She laid out a blanket and lay supine, her legs wide open in invitation. She’s done his before with him. Her sparse blonde muff was pretty, and she was submissive-looking with her legs open. Her eyes are hooded in desire for her boyfriend.

Her long legs are flawless. Her firm A-size champagne-shaped titties stick directly up in the air. She has nickel-size pale areolas. The nipples are just tiny pointy tips on her areolas. The view shifted closer to the couple. It was like they were right outside my window. Yes, this was a special one, alright.

He was between her legs in a heartbeat and attempted to enter her lividly pink gash. I knew it was wet as it glistened when she opened her legs. The boy tried to pump and hump her like a madman. Too bad he had not entered her yet. He’s too frantic in his lust.

He eventually got into her and immediately began rabbit fucking her. She clamped her knees behind his ass and held on for dear life. Evidently, this was an ongoing battle between them. He wanted it now and fast, and she wanted slower so she could cum too.

They fought for dominance for some time. The boy’s constant wiggling, trying to fuck her hard, must have been effective. She started to fuck him back more energetically. When her hips climbed towards the sky, I knew he finally pressed the right button.

From her, I could now hear “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh and a lot of guttural gibberish in some Germanic language. She kept it quiet as there were other people just over the dune. The drone that filmed this had boosted the sound.

She slowly settled down after staying up having her way with him. She had lasted at least a minute, thrusting into the air before coming.

The boy finally got his cum.

He said, “UNG! Mmm-umm...” and rattled off what I thought was something like “I love you.”

They had slowed and now were in their post-coital bliss phase. They whispered to each other, still connected.

This soon got boring, so I started swimming again. I had my own pit sword as I swam. A ship’s pit sword is also known as a rodmeter. It hangs from below a ship. It’s used by ships to measure their speed. The amount of water pressure against the rod is calculated. This is sent to the helm and as the ship’s relative speed. The speed through the water. I was an engineer, after all.

My dangling balls and hard cock were a lot of fun to swim with.

I said, “House, lap pool, please.”

I was in the lap pool and stayed in one spot as I swam. If I sped up or slowed down, the water kept pace.

I turned to look at my teens, and they were at it again. The sounds are what drew my attention again. She was on top fucking him in reverse cowgirl. She was fucking him hard but slow this time. The sounds were very distracting. I was wound up tight as a drum watching the pair. When he started to cum, it was too much for me. I shot off into the water at the same time they got off. I felt my balls draw up as my big hard dick spat hard into the water. Me? I just uttered a big UHNNN!

I have no idea what she was saying, but he was upset she had stopped.

I went to the side and climbed out. Warm air blew down from above, and in seconds, I was dry.

I went to the universal machine. I lay on the bench and reached for the bars. A virtual control panel appeared. Two numbers popped up. I went with pounds and not K.G.

I said, “One hundred pounds, please.”

I pushed up, and it almost flew from my hands as if it were like a bar with no weight. I had not lifted weights in years, so I had to relearn what I could handle.

“One hundred and fifty, please.”

It was heavier, but not by much.

“Two fifty, please.”

I watched the numbers as other numbers appeared. It showed weights in two standards plus the reps. The reps listed were today’s and the total. Both those numbers were the same now. When I reached 100 reps, I stopped and sat up.

The display did a sum of everything. The noticeable thing was the total pounds I had lifted. I continued with my bench press session. 100 reps at 250 pounds was ... holy fuck, that’s 25,000 pounds!!!

I had just bench-pressed 12 and a half tons! Yet, I felt perfectly normal. I should be dripping sweat all over.

“House, I am not sweating.”

It said, “You should not sweat. The Exo’s re-purposed your sweat glands to emit pheromones. This is necessary to seduce females.”

I said, “How is it I am not overheated?”

He said, “I can only assume the Exo’s has a method of preventing you from overheating. I know you could go outside in the 130-degree heat and lay in the sun all day. You won’t get hot, and you won’t burn. Your internal temperature will stay constant at 97.8 degrees. I have no data on how this was done. I only have reference charts. Conversely, you won’t feel cold very much either.”

I said, “Second floor, please.”

I made myself a sandwich and got an iced tea. My newer, bigger fridge had an iced tea dispenser.

“House, how is this tea sweetened?”

He said, “Organic Liquid Monk Fruit. Is the sweetness level correct?”

I said, “Of course, thank you.”

He said, “You’re quite welcome.”

I just discovered that this AI is caring and considerate.

After I finished eating, I said, “House, where is the gun range?”

It said, “First floor. The lap pool doubles as the range.”

I said, “First floor, please.”

“First floor.”

I found myself at a gun range. The pool was switched out somehow. Your typical little table with a gun and bullets was sitting there. At the other end of what had been the pool area was a target that was already set up with a paper human silhouette.

The bullets did not look like your typical bullets. They looked like the ends were sawed off flush with the shell-casing. There was no rim on the back of the bullet and no primer. They looked like one solid barrel-shaped thing.

I looked at the gun. It was similar to a semiautomatic, with a fatter rear end. When I picked it up, a screen showed itself. It had commands listed.

On

Off

Zoom in

Zoom out

Shoot

That seemed easy. It had a clip release. I pressed it, and it dropped to the table. It was full of ‘bullets’ already. I loaded it back in. I moved the obvious red safety lever to fire.

I said “On,” and the screen changed to a square with diagonal lines making a cross in the middle.

I moved my hand to place the X in the middle of the target and said, ‘Shoot.’ I ordered “Shoot” several times. It quietly popped each time I shot.

I used a two-handed stance; every shot exhibited no trigger shake at all. I was not using a trigger. A perfect shot every time. I didn’t flinch since the gun made little sound, and there was no kick. There was no recoil. It hit every time perfectly.

I was soon bored with that. It’s too easy. I got another tea on the second floor and sat down with my pseudo-Kindle. It was like a light, 9” diagonal sheet of plastic. It operated precisely like a Kindle, but your arm did not tire from holding its weight for long. It also was thought activated as to setup. When I got to the bottom of a page, the next page was already fading into existence in a blink.