Chapter 7

The press of a warm body against my naked flesh slowly alerted me that I must have fallen asleep. I slowly recalled the night's activities, which aroused and concerned me at the same time.

They aroused me because I had had some of the most rigorous sex of my life. I had been a relentless fucking machine with Gia. The orgasms were inconsequential, so long as my hips kept pistoning in and out of her.

This concerned me, because I never have nor had been a relentless fucking machine before, and was concerned that the liquid medicine that had been administered affected more than just swelling of my penis.

Did Gia and I even talk? Did I even hear her voice? I guess we did, otherwise I wouldn't have known to call her Gia. Did she cum? I would assume so. Yes. Yes, I can recall her writhing atop me, clenching her pussy around my cock in an apparent orgasm.

Obviously the Metacompanions fake ... er ... simulates orgasms. I'll have to ask how real they feel or whether it's solely for my benefit. I'm not sure if that would change the way I treat them, but we'll see.

I blinked my eyes open and remembered that I was lying on a simulated futon on the floor of my living room. The room was dark and quiet. A blanket had at some point over the night appeared over my companion, and me and now I watched her obscured figure breathing. Or simulating the deep breathing that accompanies sleep. I'm certain she would be awake.

We were in a spoon position, with her butt pressed against my front side. I reached over and cupped her breast beneath the blanket, which elicited a sleepy "mmm."

This only aroused me further, and I began to press my hips tighter against her. I expected to feel my hard-on get sandwiched between her flesh and my abdomen, but further hip movements confirmed that I was already inside of her.

I'm sure I couldn't have smelled very good. I had participated in a lot of sexual activities since my last shower, yesterday morning. She, on the other hand, smelled of a sweet perfume; a combination of pears with a slight musky undertone.

If I did smell, she didn't seem to mind, as she began to push back into me with each slow thrust of my hips. My cock was in heaven, enveloped by warm tight flesh. But it soon dawned on me that I was not in her vagina, but her ass. I had somehow fallen asleep with my cock in her ass, and amazingly, it had stayed in there, even as I went flaccid in my slumbers.

I must not have slept very long. Only a few minutes, I assumed.

This realization only aroused me further, and I began fucking with a little more gusto. She pushed the blankets down and off of us as she moaned in appreciation.

And I saw now, in the dim light of the night, that my partner was no longer the lanky black girl from the night before, but Jean, the playmate assigned to me for Monday.

My leverage on my side must not have been enough for Jean, as she pushed me on my back. My cock never left her insides as she rolled right with me and on top of me. She sat up and began bucking on my prick in the reverse cowgirl position, working herself to a climax.

I came, which set her off. Although my orgasm seemed to take her by surprise, as if she were working her way to a bigger orgasm had I been able to hold out any longer.

She eventually released my deflating cock from her muscles, and rolled over so that she was facing me, and kissing my lips.

I knew I had morning breath something fierce, but she didn't seem phased.

"What time is it?" I asked. I couldn't quite make out the digital display on the cable box from this angle on the floor.

"4:18. Do you want to go back to sleep?"

I thought about it, but felt remarkably refreshed and energized. Actually, what I really wanted was a cup of coffee and a cigarette. And my teeth brushed. And a shower.

I guess I could do without the cigarette.

I said, "No, I think I'm gonna get up." And as soon as I said that, I heard the coffee maker in the kitchen start working. Pretty freakin' cool.

Jean smiled, "I bet you never woke up with your cock in someone's ass before. A real girl wouldn't be able to get your soft cock into their ass without waking you up."

"So, what? You just materialized around my penis?"

"Yep. The moment you rolled over onto your side. About 30 minutes ago. I hope you don't mind."

I certainly did not.

I got up to brush my teeth.

Jean said, "I know you think I'm the ugliest of the playmates, but I hope to make it up to you in other ways."

I groaned. "You're not ugly, Jean. "Picking the ugliest of the playmates is like asking which stack of million dollars you'd like the least. You're very, very pretty."

This brightened her up, and she said, "Well, then I'll make it up to you for giving me such a nice complement."

I smiled and went to the bathroom. I figured I'd brush my teeth, and then get some coffee, before taking a shower. This walking around the house naked thing was kinda weird, though.

After relieving myself and brushing my teeth, I headed toward the kitchen to grab a cup of joe. I stopped in my tracks in the living room, however, as I noticed two new guests getting it on with Jane on the floor.

These two new guests were very peculiar looking. Both were identical in appearance, with translucent alabaster skin and platinum blonde hair. They were very small, probably both under 5 feet tall, and I'd call them "waifish" if not for their perfectly pert B-cup breasts and for their perfectly curved asses.

But these twins were almost devoid of color. If they had ever wanted to make a porn version of "Children of the Corn," these two would have been the stars.

Jean was on her back, and one of the twins was straddling Jean's head, allowing Jean to lick the girl's pussy. The girl was holding onto Jean's legs, pulling them up and back toward Jean's head, and allowing the girl's twin better access. The girl's twin took full advantage, and I watched for a few moments as she licked Jean into submission.