by Alyson Belle
And then Amy was fucking her like a wild animal. That electrifying thump of solid crotch to ass contact lit a fire under both of them. Amy couldn’t seem to stop pounding into Mikala, pulling out and then pounding in again. Mikala’s whole body sang with the ecstasy of it all, the sweet feelings radiating out from her pussy and washing like warm ocean waves across her tightly held arms, her shaking legs, her tingling breasts, and her rocking hips, before finally bursting forth from her parted lips in a cry of utter delight. Every time Amy slammed into her with her own loud, oddly still feminine moans of pleasure, sensation coursed through Mikala like a riptide and threatened to wash her away.
And then a warmth started growing in her lower belly, like a great beast awakening, that made her grind and shake and wiggle her hips in an ever more and more frantic and desperate attempt to press in on the cock, push back against the thrusts, feel the satisfying friction of skin inside her oh-so-sensitive pussy. Amy had released Mikala’s arms now to get a better hold on her hips, but all Mikala could do, all she wanted to do, was to stretch her arms out as far as they could reach on the bed and luxuriate in getting gloriously, furiously fucked like the little slut she was.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” cried Amy, bucking against her. “God, you’re so into this! Oh, god, I’m going to come...”
At those words, the rumbling beast inside Mikala’s belly reared up with a fiery roar. It electrified her muscles in a series of soul-shattering spasms that shot down her legs and rushed up her spine and caused her to cry out in a wordless scream of ecstasy, even as she felt the head of Amy’s throbbing cock swell inside of her and pump burst after burst into her wildly-convulsing body.
When the shudders finally subsided, all Mikala could do was lie where she was on the bed, exhausted. She felt spent, wonderful. Every muscle in her body still sang with the tiny after-tremors of the experience, slowly fading like the vibrations of a violently plucked harpstring. Amy fell forward on top of her, breathing hard. She rubbed her face and breasts against Mikala’s back, ran her hands up and down her arms with a silken touch, kissed her neck. When she slowly slid out, still hard, Mikala squeezed her eyes tight and stifled another gasp.
“Good... slut...” Amy panted. She gave a long, satisfied sigh.
Mikala felt Amy push away from her. She pulled herself all the way onto the bed with shaking limbs and turned herself over to glare at Amy. Mikala’s body was covered with sweat, and she could feel long strands of her curly brown hair sticking to her face. Her avatar (her body?) was starting to feel sore from the intense fucking, now, and she winced at the pain and gently rested her hand on her still-wet pussy.
Amy smirked at her expression. She was tapping at her virtscreen, and her cock was already receding under the toga-dress to meld back into its original shape. “A little sore, Mikala?” she asked. “Yeah. That’ll happen the first time. Or any time your little pussy takes a cock that big, until you’ve gotten used to it.”
“Are we done here?” Mikala asked through gritted teeth. She tried to jack out again but ran into the same wall she’d hit earlier. The command did nothing. She was starting to feel sticky and dirty after their intense fuck-session.
“We’re done when I say we’re done,” replied Amy. She’d found a hand towel somewhere and tossed it at Mikala. It landed in her lap. “You’re a hot little mess right now,” Amy continued. “Clean yourself up.” She stepped back, hands resting at her hips, watching Mikala. She was the picture of composure again, looking cool and collected.
“Just let me jack out, Amy! Jeez, you already fucked me...”
Amy’s tone took on a note of warning. “I’ve been a very lenient with you so far, slave, but don’t push your luck. I could keep you here all night if I wanted. This would just be a start.” Mikala felt her cheeks start to burn as her legs tightened ever so slightly at the idea of getting fucked again. Amy started laughing, the warning gone. “Such a little slut! Look at how bad you want it now that you’ve had a taste.”
“I don’t, I don’t,” she protested, her face betraying her.
“Shut up. Clean yourself.”
Amy watched as Mikala dabbed at herself with the towel and wouldn’t let her stop until her pussy was clean and her legs were completely dry. It was humiliating for Mikala to sit there half-naked in front of Amy’s probing eyes and clean every crevice of her body until her mistress was satisfied. When she was done, she gently set the towel aside. Her thong was nowhere to be seen, so she drew her knees in close and hugged them, still sitting on the bed.
“Good girl,” said Amy. “What have we learned tonight?”
What did she want to hear?
“That I’m a little slut?” Mikala ventured.
“You are that, but the lesson tonight is not to play with other people’s toys.” Amy smirked. “Or else you might find that you’re the toy.”
Mikala lowered her eyes. “Yes, mistress.”
“Oh, poor slut. You sound so sad...” She considered a moment, and then tapped a few times at her virtscreen. Then she smiled again at Mikala.
“I just sent you credentials for an extra account I have,” Amy said. “It’s protected from logging just like mine and Kyla’s are, but it’s also a sub-account of my own, so I have complete control over it. But if you’d like to come play sissy again, you can use it without stealing your sister’s credentials.” She smiled wickedly.
“Why would I come back?” Mikala asked. “Are you kidding me? This was awful...”
“Was it?” asked Amy, eyes shining.
Mikala didn’t trust herself to reply. Instead she said, “Just remember our deal, right? You can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Of course, slave. Our little secret.”
And then Mikala jacked out.
Anticipation
He’d gotten away with it. By the time his dad got home, Mike was already asleep in bed, and when Kyla came home on Sunday she ignored him just like she was always did. Nobody was the wiser. Kyla’s log hacks must have worked, because his dad never asked him any questions, and Amy must have kept her mouth shut because Kyla spent all afternoon on Sunday fucking her in virtnet. He was always jealous of them, but it almost seemed a little worse now that he knew how much fun they were having.
All week at school, Mike couldn’t stop thinking about his little virtnet session with Amy as “Mikala.” As soon as he’d jacked out, the thought mods she’d installed had stopped working. It was so strange to think about. He could clearly remember knowing his name was Mikala, and that he was a girl. That virtnet hacking was powerful stuff. Who knew you could do such crazy things? He wondered what else she could do.
And it had been pretty exciting, he had to admit. He’d even kind of liked it. Sure the cock was a little strange, but it was basically the virtnet version of a strap-on, right? He’d still had sex with a girl. It wasn’t like he was gay or anything.
He saw Amy in the hallways a few times that week, talking and laughing next to Kyla. Whenever she spotted him she’d give him a knowing look, a slight smile would ghost across her face, and he’d think about the credentials she’d sent to his console. Every time he blushed and hurried past her without acknowledging her. Once he could swear she winked at him, but she never did more than that. She just watched while he squirmed.
In the locker room showers, after gym class, he caught himself catching sidelong glances at the other guys’ dicks. Just as a comparison point. He’d never paid any attention before... but he noticed that of all the guys in the locker room, only Chuck Higgins and Pete Wills had anything close to the impressive length that Amy had whipped out for him in virtnet. They were both on the football team, and they both had the kind of impressively sculpted muscles that girls like Christy Parker swooned over.
His eyes must have lingered a little too long one day, because Pete called out, “Hey, Wantry! Take a picture, huh?” He shook his head under the steaming water. “Fag.”
Mike blushed and looked away. “I wasn’t looking.�
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“Sure you weren’t, fag,” replied Pete. The other boys started turning towards Mike now, circling like hyenas, snickering and warming up to Pete’s taunts.
Chuck cut the circus short by slapping Pete lightly on the shoulder. “Knock it off, Pete. He said he wasn’t looking.”
“Whatever,” Pete said, turning away from Mike. The hyenas dispersed, disappointed. Chuck caught Mike’s thankful glance and half-shrugged before turning away himself. Mike hurried out of the showers, wrapping a towel around himself, and went to get changed.
He wished that Chuck had helped him out of kindness, but he knew that the only thing sparing him was having the sister that everyone wanted to fuck. Kyla might be a bitch to him, but he was still her brother. It was better for them to play nice on the off chance he might be a road into her pants. What must it feel like to have guys lust after you that much, he wondered? That little pang of jealousy twinged inside him again.
That Friday night, he found himself sitting alone in his room, staring at his virtjack console. It had been almost a whole week since he’d been Mikala, since Amy had forced herself on him. Or kind of, anyway. He had given his consent, he realized. His cheeks burned. It had been humiliating and horrible, right? But also... it felt really good. He’d jerked off a dozen times since then, thinking about every dirty, sexy thing Amy had made him do, excited by the memory of actually feeling those things in his own virtual body. He wondered what would happen if he logged in again. He had no idea what Amy had done to her sub-account. Who knew what he’d be getting himself into?
He slid over to the low blue couch, eyes fixed on the little silver plug resting in its charger. What he really needed was a way to get his mind off all this nonsense. What had Amy done to him to mix him up so much? Watching the guys in the locker room, thinking about being Mikala... it was messing with his head. His dad’s voice echoed around his brain: What, do you want to be a girl? Well, that was the problem, wasn’t it, Dad? If only being Mikala hadn’t given him such a thrill... He shook his head to clear his thoughts and reached for the plug. Maybe a little Killpoint 3, maybe spending some time in the body of a real man, a man like Chuck, would do him some good.
That was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Mike bit his lower lip, fingers rolling over the cool plastic and metal of the virtjack. It was. Of course it was. It didn’t matter how smooth his thighs had felt, or how nice it had been to feel full ample, breasts bouncing on his chest, with Amy’s hands running all over them...
His hands trembled as he slowly raised the plug to the back of his neck and jacked in.
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I swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Both of you?” I asked. I was excited, but this was also my first time as a woman.
“Only if you want it, babe,” Lacey said, kissing me again and continuing to rub her futa-cock on my stomach.
“She wants it,” Heather said. She lifted my leg into the air with one hand and bounced her futa cock against my vagina, gently tapping me in my most intimate places. I arched my back and moaned with each tap, clutching hard onto Lacey’s shoulders as her motion caused her tits to rub against mine.
Every fiber of my body was dying to have Heather’s cock inside of me, and her teasing was just amping up my need. My pussy ached to be filled by it. I shook in anticipation as I imagined the smooth, hard flesh sliding up into me and stretching me out. Her tongue had been amazing, but there was something so primal about my need to be filled by the thick, throbbing cock that smacked me in the pussy again and again.
“Oh god, oh god yes,” I panted. “Please.”
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Lacey rolled off the bed and stood with her arms akimbo, watching happily as I scrambled to obey Heather. My elbows balanced precariously on the edge of the mattress, my ass thrust skyward, as I waited for Heather to give me the cock I so desperately needed. Lacey started gently stroking her own futa-cock and touching her breasts as she observed.
I felt the bed shift as Heather climbed onto her knees and positioned herself behind me. She place her hands on the inside of my thighs and gently pushed them wider, driving me lower and exposing more of me. Moisture from my glistening folds, which I could see clearly in the mirror, dripped down the insides of my legs as I clenched and unclenched my muscles, dying for her to insert the throbbing member she waggled at me in the reflection of the wall.
She spit on her hand and slicked the surface of her dick with a few expert motions, gripped the shaft, and guided the tip into my womanly folds.
I whimpered as it made contact and slipped inside of me, grasping the sheets in a white-knuckled handhold. Words can’t describe how good it felt to feel the firm, spongy flesh make contact with the slick sides of my pussy walls. I moaned long and low, pushing back against her and urging her to go deeper and fill me up all the way. She pushed harder and I gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain as I bumped up against her groin, stretching me out and satisfying my aching need. I ground hard against her dick, relishing in the rush of euphoria that flowed into me with each circular motion, and now it was Heather’s turn to let out a half-stifled groan.
“Fuck,” she murmured. “I always forget how good this feels.”
“You said it,” I agreed, rocking back and forth with her gentle fucking. “Ah, ah, ah. You feel so fucking good.”
Lacey was biting her lip now and stroking her cock even harder, watching us with an excited expression.
“I think she’s making a little too much noise,” Heather teased. “Lacey, would you like to take care of that?”
She nodded eagerly and stepped forward, holding her hard futa-cock out toward my lips. Each time Heather pounded me, it pushed my face a little closer. Normally I might be turned off to have a dick in my face, but I was already so excited and turned on...
What the hell? I thought. You only live once, and how often do you get to play around in the body of a hot chick?
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Going Deep (The Virtnet Chronicles Book 2)
Mike Wantry has finally had his deepest, darkest fantasy fulfilled through the magic of virtual reality, and it's better than he ever expected. Who knew that being a girl would feel so good? But now that a mischievous friend named Amy has started drawing him deeper and deeper into the sex-fueled underworld of Virtnet, Mike has started to like it a little too much.
Worse still, Amy is threatening to tell everyone what he's up to if he doesn't be exactly the obedient little slave she wants him to be. And boy does Amy have plans for Mike, or as she calls him, Mikala... plans named Pete and Chuck. Mike is mortified, but has no choice but to go along with her sexy schemes until he figures out how to get out of it.
But with a little help from Amy's special "mind-blurring" programs, Mikala... err, Mike... isn't even sure he wants to get out of it now. It's all been really confusing, and it's starting to get hard to remember why he wouldn't always want to be Mikala...
An excerpt from Book 2 of the Virtnet Chronicles, Going Deep:
“Are you fucking kidding me? Chuck Higgins and Pete Wills? Jesus, Amy!” she hissed. “I have to hang out in the locker room with these guys.”
“Mmmhmm,” said Amy, an evil smile plastered on her face. “I figured you would. The idea makes me pretty hot. I love the idea of my little slut having a dirty little secret while she watches the boys she’s fucked undress, without them knowing.”
“Look,” Mikala said, starting to panic. “I get tha
t this is a cutesy little game for you, but this is my life! What if they find out? They’ll kill me!”
“Mikala, sweetie, relax. It’s just virtnet. They’re not going to find out. And Chuck over there looks like he wants to give you the ride of your life.” She smiled and gave a little apologetic wave over her shoulder at the waiting boys.
“I told you I’m not gay!” insisted Mikala.
“And I told you not to get so hung up on labels,” Amy said, brows drawing down. “Stop being so uptight. If it’s fun and sexy, it’s fun and sexy. Jeez, how did you end up being so repressed when your sister is so wild?”
“It’s easy to be wild when you’re a hot girl,” muttered Mikala.
“Well, you’re a hot girl right now. Go get a little wild, sexy.”
“Is everything okay?” asked Chuck, looking concerned. “Because if she’s not okay with this...” Pete elbowed him in the ribs and coughed.
“I’m sure the girls just need a minute, man,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry... just hang on. We’re fine,” said Amy. She turned back to Mikala with a look of compassion.
“Here,” said Amy. “They’re getting antsy, and I can see you’re conflicted, despite how horny you are. Why don’t I relax you a little? Once you see how much fun you can have, you won’t think twice about this. What do you say? I promise it’ll be great...”
“I don’t think there’s anything you can do that would relax me enough for this...” said Mikala. This was all so confusing. Amy was mixing her messages; first her mistress, then her friend. Was Mikala a hot little slut being forced into this, or were they just girlfriends having a good time with some guys? She got a little thrill at the idea of just being girlfriends with Amy, which Amy seemed to notice and enjoy. And then there was Chuck. Her body ached for Chuck’s avatar, and the idea of letting him take her felt so right, but in the back of her head she couldn’t stop feeling afraid and ashamed of just how badly she wanted those things. And what if he did find out?
