Chapter 5

Ryan and Karen were pulled to her bed like a magnet. He didn’t remember moving over the piles of clothes, almost tripping over her shoes, or wandering around a stack of beer cans. His whole universe had become compressed to the woman in his arms.

He tasted clean water and her sweet flesh as his lips moved down her neck to her collarbone. One of Karen’s hands were between them, stroking Ryan’s hard cock as they moved. She would press it against her cleft, soaking the head in her vaginal drippings, but their movement prevented her from achieving her true goal of insertion.

Ryan’s tongue swirled around Karen’s left nipple. Her back jerked in response, feeding more of her breast into him. She panted, lifting her breast in one hand to offer it to him. Her other hand cupped her venus mound, dipping between the hairless lips to stroke her needy clit, then touching his shaft, anointing him with her oils. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. The tip swelled between his teeth. It wasn’t the flavor of the nub, but the texture, the sensation of having it inside his mouth.

His knees touched the end of the bed. As if they had practiced it a million times, they fell onto it together, Karen falling onto Ryan. Ryan held Karen in his arms, her soft, warm breasts mashed against his chest, then gently rolled her over so he was over her.

The last time they had sex, Karen’s mind was fully saturated by the H-waves, and she hardly had the ability to talk. He had lost his virginity to this beautiful creature in a torrent of wild fucking on top of a box in the attic.

Now he had her beneath him, in the place she slept each night. Being in a bed let him relax his body, resting it on her. “Oh - Ryan,” Karen murmured. She took his head in his hands, kissing him. Her legs scissored around him. Hump-pause-pause. His cock was nestled right against her slit. “Oh, God,” she moaned.

“Did you miss this,” Ryan rasped in her ear. Karen’s pelvis gave a small lurch as his words, her slick lips kissing the head of his cock.

“Yessss,” she groaned as she slid her cunt against the underside of his cock. Ryan kissed her. She tried to angle her hips to catch him, but he kept his hips pulled back, teasing her. “No - put it in me,” she groaned, moving her hips.

A strangely masochistic thrill ran through Ryan’s soul as he continued to dance. He dipped the tip of his penis against her wet hole - “Yes - in me, Ryan” - then just as quickly pulled it back. He dipped it again, moving back and forth, but as her hips rose to impale herself on his shaft, he pulled back again.

Karen was almost crying in frustration. She angled her hips again, but Ryan kept her dancing, watching as her cunt humped the air, seeking to capture his cock like a baby bird might chase a worm.

“Do you want me inside of you?” he said as he sucked at her throat. He was tempted to leave a hickey there, a mark for all to see who she belonged to.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I don’t think you really want it,” he said, gripping the hair on the back of her head tight. She whimpered as he kissed her, her hips pumping to catch him.

“I do - Ryan, I want it!” she groaned between kisses. Her hands gripped his ass. Her legs were spread as far as they could, opening her pussy, making it defenseless to him.

“Have you been wanting this for a long time?”

“Yes,” she panted. He seized one of her breasts, slipping her rubbery tip into his mouth. A light sheen of sweat started coat her body, salt mixing with the sweetness of her skin.

“Have you been laying in this bed, playing with yourself at night while thinking of me?” he asked her.

“Every night,” she swore. “I - I got so horny after you asked Alice out, I - I lay here and fingered myself over and over again. I kept wishing it was you inside of me.” She kissed him hard, a searing kiss that sent heat into his veins. “I crept up to the attic and sat on the boxes, like the first time. Every time I touch you I want you to take me again, to use me, to rip my clothes off and screw me on the carpet - I don’t care if the girl’s see, I want you-.”

“Show me, Miss Sato.” Ryan took her hand, guiding it to her cock split cleft. He slowly worked just the head in and out of her. He placed her fingers onto the top of her hairless snatch.

Her swollen pearl peeked between her fingers as she started to stroke herself. Ryan fit himself to her pattern, moving his penis those few inches inside of her. Pause-stroke-stroke. Karen’s head rolled back, her mouth open, panting his name. Her fingers moved faster, her hips pumping as she masturbated with her teen lover’s cockhead inside of her. Her body started to tense as her first orgasm approached -

Ryan pulled her hand away, and Karen gave a cry of frustration. He took both of her hands in his, holding them onto the bed by the wrists. Karen’s mouth reached up, biting his chest. “Oh - please - Ryan - “ Still their pelvis danced, sometimes touching, his cockhead entering her for a moment or two then sliding back. He was teasing both of them, and felt that any sudden movement might cause an explosion.

“Do you want me to fuck you again?” he asked her as they showered kisses on each others bodies.

“Yes! Fuck me!”

“I didn’t hear a ‘please’”, he told her.

“Please!” Karen cried.

At the word, Ryan moved his cock forward. He stabbed it into her a few inches, her tight wetness forced open by the head of his cock. “Ngh!” she groaned, arching her hips upwards.

Ryan pulled back again, dancing on the edge of desire. He wanted to plunge himself into her over and over again, but this sensation of power was almost as heady as the sex itself.

“Please what?” he teased.

“Please fuck me!” she cried out. “Fuck me, please, Ryan!” She nearly screamed the words. “Fuck your cock in my puss- Yes! Fuck! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Ryan shoved his cock against her hole. Her tight channel squeezed him, but the lubrication allowed him to force himself into her. Her back arched so high all that touched the bed for a moment was the top of her head and the tips of her toes. Her pelvis twitched as he wedged inch after long inch into her body. All the while she groaned and screamed in pleasure, her legs opening and closing around him. The H-waves moving through his skin skittered across the surface of his penis, charging her vaginal walls directly with sensations that slammed pure lust and pleasure into her mind. With the need to mate, to rut herself against him unendingly.

Once he was fully implanted inside of her, their pelvises meeting, Ryan held himself still. He ground his groin against hers, and she groaned back. Her hips lowered a bit, and a few inches of thick, pussy cream covered cock emerged, swallowed up again as her hips lifted back up.

“Y-Yes! Oh, oh, oh - “ she chanted as she pushed her hips back and forth. Ryan seized her hips, suddenly moving into a jackhammer, quickly sliding his cock back and forth inside her. “Ahhhhh!” she screamed. Her hands gripped his sides, squeezing as the sensations nearly overpowered her.

Ryan pushed himself all the way into her, holding himself, his wiry pubic hairs brushing her clit. Karen groaned as she ground her hips into him. “Yes - so good - so good -”

Ryan pulled back, his cock glistening in her juices. He started up a variating rhythm, plunging all the way inside, then pulling out halfway and giving her several short pumps. Karen met every thrust, kissing his neck and face as he moved inside of her. She trembled, her voice breaking as an orgasm ripped across her body, then another a few minutes later, then again, her pussy clenching and sucking at the invader within.

Already on the razors edge from the events of the last 24 hours, Ryan felt his self control slipping. His balls boiled with need. Images of Alice, naked and panting above him, of Cat, his cock almost plunged inside of her, of his mother, her nipples erect against her shirt, begging him to suck as he did when he was a baby-

He felt his orgasm coming. “I’m going to cum,” he groaned, his pace picking up.

Karen’s eyes grew wide underneath him. “No - too close - Ryan - don’t come inside of me - I -”

Ryan knew the risk. It was almost a week and a half since her last period, and she was beginning her fertile period. If he came in her, her belly would swell.

His cock started thrusting faster. “Not in me!” Karen cried out, but her hips never stopped rising to meet his.

Her breasts would enlarge with milk.

His balls started to rise. He wanted to squirt it inside of her. To feel his seed claim her as his own, to shoot into her fertile womb and start a new life inside of her.

“Don’t - Ryan, please - don’t cum in me!” Karen’s hips jabbed upwards into his, her hands on his sides, pulling him into her.

Do it, a voice in his head whispered. Knock her up. Impregnate the bitch!

Ryan’s body started to tense, and with a superhuman effort of will, he pulled out of Karen’s body. “No - no!” Karen cried in frustration, her body overriding her mind, her fingers going to Ryan’s cock to pull him back inside.

Her slim fingers slipped through her silky juices, and Ryan lost all control. He started to cum, ropes of sperm jetting from his cock, striking Karen in the face. She opened her mouth in surprise, catching the next spray onto her tongue. Ryan continued to cum, his sperm catching her on her large breasts, the thick nipples catching his thick fluids.

One more spurt, on her stomach, that slipped down her flat belly and across her hairless snatch. Karen lay back, panting as she stroked her erect clit, shuddering in orgasm before her teen lover.

Ryan lay on his knees, watching her a moment. He looked at his watch, remembering the H-waves. Karen’s eyes were closed as she shuddered again stroke-squeeze-squeeze, using his sperm as lubricant on her lower mouth.

He pressed a few keys on his watch, shutting down the H-waves. His dick fell to half-mast, still throbbing as if it wanted to try again. He lay beside the dark haired woman, watching her come down from her sexual high.

Karen drew in a deep breath. A hand went to her face, touching it. “My god,” she groaned. Her fingers touched her mouth. “I - it’s so salty,” she groaned.

“Taste bad?” Ryan asked. He wasn’t about to try it himself. A guy eating sperm? Blech.

Karen sat up, looking at herself. “Well, not really.” She scooped up a little from her breast, tasting it. “Just - really salty.” She looked down at her crotch. “Oh, god - what was I doing rubbing your - your stuff there?”

Ryan shrugged, feeling the blissful restfulness that followed a good fuck. He was a little grossed out seeing his sperm still on her face and breasts, but at seeing the remnants she had rubbed onto her clit, he felt his ardor rising again. “Better out than in, right?”

Karen shook her head. “Fuck, Ryan - no kidding. A few more seconds and I would have had three mouths to feed.”

A strange feeling came over Ryan. He blinked, the sudden image of Karen’s pregnant body before him, those wide hips spread to bear his baby...

Karen picked up a towel from the floor, wiping her face and chest. “Cutie, we’ve got to talk about this. I - you’re only 14, and I’m 24. We shouldn’t even be fucking in the first place-”

“But we are,” Ryan said, pressing himself against her back. He nuzzled her neck, his hard cock flat against her buttocks. “And you seem to enjoy it,”

Karen shuddered twitch-pause-pause in a way that had Ryan checking his watch to check. Odd - the Device wasn’t on, but she was reacting as if it was. Pavlov response? He reached around her, gripping her cleaned breasts in his hand. Her nipples swelled in response.

The older woman pressed herself back against him. “Ryan - the girls will be home any minute, and we still don’t have any protection -”

“Oh, but Karen -” Ryan tried not to whine, but it was hard. He was rock hard and ready to go, and this goddess’s body was calling to him. But she was right - he had almost lost control the last time.

“Then how about something else,” he said, kissing her on the neck. Then her collarbone, then down her breasts. Karen gave no protest as he pulled her back into the bed, using her breasts to guide her into a kneeling position before him.

Ryan’s cock, hard again with the potency of youth, nestled between her large breasts. He pressed her breasts together, forming a tunnel around his shaft. There was still the barest remnant of his cum on them, just enough to make the path slick. He pushed forward, feeling her cushiony softness against his chest, her erect nipples pushing into his thighs.

“Mmmnnn,” Karen groaned as Ryan’s cock moved upwards through her tits. He gently squeezed her orbs as he started working his cock back and forth through her wonderful softness.

Ryan watched as Karen’s other hand snuck down, nestling between her legs. Her eyes were open in a dreamy expression as he moved back and forth, using her breasts to form a perfectly soft and smooth fuck tube for his hardness. He pinched her nipples, loving that feeling of her large nipples rolling between his fingers.

The head of his cock touched Karen’s lips, and she automatically paused, opening her mouth around the head. Ryan remembered how Cat had given him a blow job just a few days before, but it had ended inside of her ass.

This time, he wanted to finish inside a woman’s mouth. He changed his angle, moving his cock from the valley of her tits into her warm cavity. Karen looked up at him, her dark eyes opaque as his cock slipped into her waiting mouth. Her hand beneath them moved faster as his penis slipped further into her mouth. Suck-slide-slide. Suck-slide-slide. She was reacting to him as if the watch was still on. He didn’t know how, or right now even care. The sensation was incredible. Not better than her pussy, but different.

Ryan took her head in his hands, moving his hips back and forth as he fucked her face. Her tongue was both smooth and rough, creating a delicious friction that threatened to unnerve him every time he moved. Her breasts rested against his thighs when he went all the way in, those diamond hard nipples dragging through the unshaved hair on his thighs. And between her sucks he could hear her fingers beneath, plunging in and out of her slit. He considered pulling out and jamming himself back into her cunt, consequences be damned, but the suction of her mouth was too good to pass up.

He started moving faster. Karen hummed, the vibrations moving down to his balls. He could sense that she was getting close to another H-wave inspired orgasm, and her groans were bringing him closer to his own release.

He could feel it coming, feel his cock start to swell -

“We’re home!” somebody called. Ryan pulled back with a start. The girls! They were home! He started to pull back from Karen’s mouth, but her hands came up, gripping him by the ass as she pulled him back inside of her. He tried to pull back again, but she inhaled his dick, moving her head back and forth like a piston.

The H-waves! Ryan touched his watch. “Aunt Karen, we’re home!” The girls’ voices were coming down the hallway. Karen hadn’t let up, her almost violet hair falling over her shoulders, tickling his legs.

“Karen - stop -” he groaned.

“Aunt Karen?” It sounded like Rain. “Are you present?”

“Argh-” Ryan hissed. It was now or never. His hips jammed into Karen’s mouth, and he felt his second load of the day erupt from his body. Karen shuddered beneath him, her own orgasm impossibly triggered by his own, slurping and sucking on his cock as her cheeks filled with his sperm. Ryan’s eyes rolled back into his sockets as his balls were drained into those pursed lips.

Ryan heard the creek at the door behind them. He pulled his shrinking cock from Karen’s mouth, diving for the side of the bed. For once, he was glad of Karen’s inability to keep a room clean as he covered himself in discarded blankets.

Karen sat up, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself as the door opened. From his spot, Ryan could see her through a small peephole he had created in the blankets. He idly wondered when the last time was she had washed them. “Aunt Karen?”

Rain stood there in her usual school outfit of tartan blue skirt, white blouse and blue vest. From his position, Ryan could see more of her white legs than ever. Even though he had just come twice, his cock gave a twitch at the sight.

“Yup - I just got out of the shower,” Karen started. Then, at the sight of her sweaty body, she corrected herself. “Going to go into the shower, I meant.”

“Oh.” Rain didn’t speak, looking at her for a moment. “You have something on your face.”

Ryan’s blood ran cold. He rotated an eye at Karen, noticing a line of cum on her cheek. Karen’s hand came up, touching it gently. “Oh, yes - it’s, um, a new moisturizer I was trying out.”

Rain cocked her head at her aunt. “I see.” He moved forward, taking a swipe of it, then rubbing it on her cheek. “Alice informed me that I might want to take better care of my skin for our upcoming date.” She rubbed Ryan’s sperm into her cheek. Ryan’s cock started to grow again. Rain paused. “Hm. Interesting sensation. Do you have more?”

Karen stuttered. “Ah - nah, trial package, came in the mail, don’t have any more and I can’t remember the brand name. We’ll, why don’t you get out so I can take my shower.” She rose up, holding the towel around her body guiding her niece from the room.

“Alice and I have new apparel that we want to show you -” Rain started.

“Great - I’ll be out in 10 minutes to see it. Go.” She turned Rain around, giving her a pat on the butt then closing the door behind it. Then she locked it.

She turned around, staring at the pile of clothing on the floor. “Move,” she whispered sharply.

Ryan got up, feeling self-conscious in his nakedness. He quickly grabbed his clothes, dressing with a speed he didn’t know he had. Karen watched him, resting a hand on her lips as if remembering the taste of him.

He opened the window, looking outside. “Go,” she said. “I’ll distract them.”

“OK,” Ryan said. He paused, then left the window to give her a kiss. “Thanks,” he said.

Karen blushed, which lit up her neck and breasts in a way that made him want her again. Enough, he told his penis. With that, he took another look out the window and jumped out.

Ryan snuck across the back yard, over the fence, and was inside his house without making any more noise than a cat walking over bubble wrap. He needn’t have worried; nobody was home.

“Mom?” he called out. His memory of their last encounter and her H-wave inspired lust ghosted through his mind. He found a note on the refrigerator that explained her absence.

*Ryan: Went to pick up Aunt Janet from the airport. Could you start dinner?

Love, Mom*

He stared at the note, remembering. He had totally forgotten about Aunt Janet. Considering everything that had happened to him today, it wasn’t surprising.

Ryan looked around the kitchen, finding chicken thawing in a bowl on the counter, and next to it the ingredients for chicken enchiladas. While it was grilling, he pulled out his laptop and started going over the code in his watch. The last few days he had nearly gotten into trouble because it remained on for too long.

By the time that dinner was ready to put into the oven, he had made several improvements. The first was a general timer, where the H-waves would turn off by default after 30 minutes. That was a good round number he just picked out of the air.

Originally, according to his examination, the Device was created not to transmit waves to the brain, but to read brain waves from a distance. The idea had been nagging in his mind. If the H-waves could inspire lust in a female subject, what else could he discover?

So now when the H-waves were activated, it would record a log file of detected brain activity. Probably the hardest part would be distinguishing between his own brain patterns and another. He did some research on neural nets. Maybe he could use that to automatically parse the data and...

While he mused over this, he added one more feature to the watch. It already contained a camera mode which could record limited black and white holo video. It was a new feature, but the data storage was enough for only a few minutes. But by using some compression algorithms he could forward the video to his home computer and store it for a few days or so, then pick and choose what to keep before the files were overwritten.

After all, it might become necessary to have a video log of his “experiments”.

Just as he was considering what kind of experiments he could run that he’d want to record for “scientific history”, he heard his mother’s car slide into the driveway. He quickly logged out of his various programs and put on the TV set, then slipped dinner into the oven to cook.

“ ... should have seen his face,” a woman’s voice was saying, higher than his mother’s who had just opened the door. “Thought he’d never get turned down by one of his models before, I expect.”

The woman behind his mother could have stood in for someone 18 years old instead of her 32. Aunt Janet never seemed to age, not because of recent hormone therapies of genetic augmentations - she just had one of those eternally youthful faces. She had a simple look - blond that curled gently to her shoulders, soft blue eyes behind glasses that perched on a petite nose. Her figure was that of a 16 year olds - slight curves with barely B-cup breasts that rode high on her chest.

It was a simple prettiness. Unlike Sammy, Janet’s beauty didn’t overwhelm a person, but it was that understatedness that made her perfect for so many ad campaigns. Pretty enough to picture, but not so pretty as to drown out the merchandise.

“My God,” Janet squealed. She hurled herself at Ryan, giving him a bone crushing hug. She laughed out loud as she stepped back. “Look at you - when did you get so tall?”

“Oh, somewhere between the first and the third spurt of puberty,” he joked at her. He was now taller than she was by just an inch, enough that he would have to lean down and kiss her if he wanted to.

If he thought his crush on his Aunt Janet had faded, he was wrong. There was something about that sweetness that made you want to hold her and touch her all you could. He left wrist under the watch twitched at the thoughts of the H-waves he could use.

He filed the thought for later.

Janet took Ryan’s cheeks in her hands. “And my little chubby cheeks are all gone - not an ounce of fat on you!” She still pinched Ryan’s face as she turned to Sammy. “Haven’t you been feeding him? Look at him - except for the shoulders, he’s the spitting image of -”

“His uncle Sandy! I know!” Sammy said, drowning out Janet. For some reason, her voice sounded more tense than usual. Janet looked back at Ryan, then let go of his cheeks.