2 comments/ 39000 views/ 10 favorites Master PC: Compile Error By: pakled "Karen Bailey, Nerd Patrol". Damn how I hated saying that, but it pays the bills. Being the only female at work in this company, everyone else was conveniently out when the call came in. Only an hour left until quitting time, and I get the call. Some guy out in the 'burbs has a program stuck on his screen. No, he doesn't want to reboot, he needs software support. Great, a software ticket, and I got to go to the house. I ask a few more questions, and don't get very useful answers. It's a custom program, but he won't tell me what it is. He promises a bit extra if I come out now, so I hang my pride up and get my bag and head for the car. Customers aren't supposed to tip us, but we don't talk, and sometimes it comes in handy. 14 Regency Lane was a fancy spread. Big house, nice yard, lots of trees. There was an expensive car out front, swimming pool in the back. Or at least that's what it looks like; it's surrounded by a high hedge. But I hear splashing, so it's a safe bet. I heard some women laughing and playing. Some people get all the luck. So I ring the bell, and the laughter stops. A man's(') voice calls out "Be right there!", so I wait. The door opens, and this guy peeks out. Damn, what a hunk. Nice hair, great body, good muscles, and what looks like a better package. I'm interrupted in my inventory by his voice again. He was firm, rugged, and loaded with confidence. His voice commanded attention, and sounded sexy. Hope he's not an asshole. "Alan Gray. You're here about the computer?" he asks. His eyes had me starting to melt, but there was a calculated coldness to them. With some women, they'd find that attractive, but something about it put me on my guard. An equal amount of excitement and annoyance filled me as I nodded. That really got on my nerves; it's partly the 'uniform' (button down shirt, polyester pants, and a bit of cloth that pretended to be a tie or something) At least I had 'forgotten' the regulation pocket protector. But the look just wasn't flattering to anyone, much less me. I'm about 5' 7", blond hair, and contacts over brown eyes. I've got boobs, but not enough to really attract attention. My legs and ass were a bit too wide from stopping at too many fast food restaurants while going from customer to customer. If I ever wished I was better looking, it was now. I looked up shyly as he motioned me in. The entrance way was marble flooring, brass rails, and wooden paneling. Everything here was screaming 'expensive', so maybe the tip I got would be a good one. We passed a couple of bedrooms, and finally found the den. I had a good time watching him walk; he knew how to put a strut in it. Somebody was a very lucky woman. In the den were an old tower unit(,) and a CRT monitor. Guess his business wasn't in the Technology business. I looked at the screen, and saw a few things open, and in the center of the screen, was an open window, and a frozen cursor. He gestured towards the unit. "I got stuck in this, and it's very important that I don't lose the session. Do you think you can help?" I pondered it for a second. "What is it?" He got a funny look on his face, halfway between annoyed and...fearful? In a flash, it was gone, and he smiled again. Nice smile, the kind I could get used to that first thing in the morning. What was I thinking? "It's just a game, but it's been running so long, I don't dare turn it off. It doesn't save sometimes, and I've got a message saying 'compile error'. " Ah, that explained it. Either it didn't load right, or the files had gotten corrupted. "Do you have the original program?" He got that look again. I got the impression that he really didn't want to discuss it. What was so important about a game? Oh well, I get paid either way. So I looked over to him. He had a smile on his face, somehow patronizing, which put my back up a bit. I don't like to be treated like an inferior. "Can I drive?" I asked him. "Sure, sure, I'll be in the back. Just yell if you need anything." He sauntered off towards the bedrooms, and shut the door behind him. Good, I could get things done with some peace and quiet. I did the usual bits with the boot log, the registry, and all those other techie things that make programs do what they were supposed to. Turned out his program was corrupted by something, couldn't tell what, probably malware or virus. I ran the usual programs to take care of that, and then I found the original source code. I pulled up the program, hit 'save′, and then rebooted. He was in the bedroom still, alone, dammit. If I ever wished I was better looking, and then got a shock as someone came out through the den past me. She stopped in front of me, looked at the screen, and smiled at me. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I hated her instantly. She was wearing a bikini...no, strike that, she was poured into a bikini. The biggest tits I'd ever seen (they were way too big to be called 'boobs'), and standing up like the Rock of Gibraltar. Waist-length brown hair, perfect body, perfect green eyes...no wait. They were perfectly blank! Thank heavens. She was obvious arm candy and no threat. The lights were on, but no one was home. As I positioned myself between her and the screen, she seemed to come out of whatever trance she was in. "Hi! are you here to fix the computer?" No, I'm here to warm the chair. "Yes ma'am. Mr. Gray was losing a program, and needed some work done." She perked up. "Goody. He really likes to play on it." She leaned closer and whispered to me. "Isn't he just the best looking thing?" Or at least that's what I thought she said, she was about to smother me in her bosom. If one of the male techs had shown up, that would have been a career-ending temptation. Fortunately, I was immune. She smirked. "I just can't get enough of him. I'll see ya!" Then she giggled like a teenager, and let herself in the door to the bedroom. I sighed, and went back to the computer. I suppose I should run the program, just to make sure that it worked. Whatever it was. I fired up the program, and watched the window pop back up. "Welcome to Master PC. Become a virtual God to those around you." Oh, fantasy. Well, it didn't look like anyone was coming out of the bedroom soon. I just hope they didn't start... I started hearing a rhythmic motion, and some low moans. Shit, that was gross. I'm getting screwed professionally, and he's getting screwed literally. That didn't help much. I was horny enough from being without a guy, and I was trying to concentrate on finishing up, when I heard the door open, and someone else came in the room. It was a black woman, (but) sculpted(,) and sinewy. She had the same hair, and incredibly, the same inflated, Soviet-era-sized boobs. She smiled at me, but then went blank when she saw the screen. Two of them? This guy didn't know when to quit. I looked up at her. "Hi, I'm just fixing the computer". She didn't say anything, just opened the door to the bedroom, and walked in. The door shut, and then I heard squeals, laughter, and more bumping. Great, just great. Trying to shut out the porno scene playing itself out in the next room, I looked at the program again. Hitting the enter key, the screen became a picture of someone sitting in a chair rotating around and around. Someone that looked like a wire frame of...me. I checked a mole here, a scratch there. It was me all right. Ok, this was interesting. There was a webcam attached, but it couldn't see all of me. This was intriguing. I clicked the mouse on my 'body', and a whole menu of choices came up. Hair, eyes, dimensions. It reminded me of a graphics program one of the other techs played with, called Pretend Pose, or something like that. There were entries all over the place. Well, where to start? The ass, - those buns needed firming up. I tweaked this control, and that, until I had something that would turn mens' heads at 20 paces. Boobs? Why not? I dialed up about a cup size, maybe two. Longer hair, more of a honey blond than the flat blond I had, longer lashes, fuller lips...no, not that full. Finally, I had the dream body, and hit the Enter key again. Suddenly I felt like I'd been bitch-slapped, but in a good way. My clothes hung in places, and were too tight in others. I saw a mirror on the wall, and almost dropped my bag at the sight. Good Lord, I was beautiful! It worked! "WTF?" I started thinking. There was no way this could be working. It violated several laws of physics. I couldn't look like this, he'd figure out what I'd been doing, and there'd be hell to pay. I turned around, and listened. They were still doing sexual gymnastics in there, but sooner or later, he'd pop his cork, and out he'd come, bimbos and all. I looked back to the screen. There was a message "revert to original?" Hurriedly I hit 'yes', and then the familiar 'whomp' happened, and I was back to myself again. Plain, old, chunky, normal, boring me. Fuck, I couldn't stand it. I got to thinking, and wondered what he'd do if it did start working on me. Would he even want to? Would I wind up a bimbo like those other two? I thought about it, and did some old Dungeons and Dragons thinking to enter a quick command. "This program will not modify any part of my mind or body without my consent. This program will hide any reference to my use or modifications from any other user, without my consent. This program will not show any record of my use, without my consent". There. That should do it. I saw some profiles of various people he'd changed, but I didn't have the time. I needed to find out how to get my own copy. This was too good to pass up. Checking his Internet history and email files (never deleted...amateur), I found where he'd been sent this program. A quick forward through his email, and it was winging its way to my inbox. A couple of tweaks later, and the history was removed as well. This bore some investigation. I explored a bit further, found some mental controls (mental?...Right). Several past examples were stored there, including instructions for the subjects to blank out if the Master PC screen was displayed. Well, that explained the blank looks. I looked at the two womens' 'profiles', and read their 'instructions'. What a pig. He'd turned them into nymphomaniacs, increased their sensitivity, breast size, breathing abilities (I could imagine), on and on. My opinion of him was heading for the basement, as I read his own profile. A cock of amazing proportions (when finesse doesn't work, get a bigger hammer...sigh). The picture of him naked was...distracting. Pity, he could use some adjusting. No, wait. That was over the line. I checked again and erased all remaining signs of my probing. He didn't seem the type to figure it out, but I was taking no chances. I heard things building to a climax in there (pun intended), and then it got quiet. It was not a minute later that I heard some giggling, and someone throwing some clothes on. I wouldn't have a chance to investigate further, so I started packing up, and getting ready to leave. Gray came out of the room, a smug grin on his face (pig). He looked up, and smiled that smile again. "Everything working?" I nodded. "Good. Now I want you to listen carefully. You didn't see anything unusual today." Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I nodded. "I didn't see anything unusual today." I said, playing along. "you fixed my problem, and did a good job." "I fixed your problem. I did a good job." His grin got wider. "You'll take the credit card info and the hundred dollar tip." That took some acting not to react to. "I'll take the credit card info and the hundred dollar tip." He looked at me. "that's all. Thanks for fixing my computer." I shuddered slightly, and 'came out of it'. "You're welcome." I collected my gear, and left. I could hear him chuckling softly. I was tempted to chuckle too, once I got my copy working. Hope I made it to my copy before he made it to his. -------------------------------------------------------- Thank heavens, last call, and a Friday too. I had the whole weekend to check this thing out. I went home, threw something in the microwave, made a quick salad, and checked my mail. Stopping only for the 'ding' on the microwave, I searched for the help files, and finding them, started to read. It was a lot more like that Pretend Pose program than I thought. I found you could change the interface, position controls, and affect bodies, minds, and perceptions of those around you. You could make any changes you wanted, and no one would be the wiser if you parsed your instructions correctly. You could enhance, prevent, or erase changes with code words, gestures, or whatever tickled your fancy. Damn this could be dangerous, especially in the wrong hands. I wondered what 'Mr. Gray' was before he found this. Probably not the rich playboy he was now. I hadn't found anything about getting money, so he must have 'influenced' someone to hand it over. Hmm... my review time was coming up. A fat 10% raise would be helpful. Back to the modifications, though. I looked through the logic of the commands, scratching out a word here, a tweak there. There was a multiple 'undo' feature, so I could always go back to the way I was. I saved myself as myself, then password-protected it, and got to work. The next half hour was silly; I grew my boobs to fill my shirt, changed my butt around, changed hair color, eye color, just time in front of the mirror. I finally settled on what I wanted; a good solid D-cup, brown eyes, smooth, silky hair, a beautiful face, and curves that went on forever. I didn't go for that bimbo look I saw at his house, but just enough to command the attention of any man I wanted. Now that was the problem. I'd had a boyfriend until recently, but we'd just gone into stasis. It wasn't going anywhere, so I ended it. The sex was ok, and he wasn't bad in bed once I taught him what I wanted, but that was over. I'd been missing something good and solid to put where it'd do the most good, but all this changing, and all the sound effects this afternoon had me pretty horny. I could have any man I wanted now, but which one? Or more than one? Nah, things were complicated enough with just one. So where to find a good one? Some quick changes to be immune to Aids and other diseases, prevent pregnancy, and everything else, and I was off to the closet. That was the second problem. Nothing fit any more. I'd need that raise just to pay for new clothes. I didn't want to spend the weekend sewing, but what else to do? Looking around, I found something that worked, barely, and threw it on. Shopping time. Friday was also payday. I had some extra with the hundred, but I'd have to make it stretch. I went into a few places, but found myself shopping for men more than clothes. I was having problems concentrating with that building itch down below. Only a couple of silly teenagers laughing at my outfit allowed me to focus on the task at hand. I got some simple things that could do double duty. I even found some stuff that would work for the job (dorky clothes are always in clearance...). But I kept looking around at all the guys in the mall. There were some good looking ones, there always were, but they usually had a hundred or more pounds of girlfriend blocking the view. Some of the guys were probably more interested in the boys than the girls. Finally, I saw my target. Scrumptious, tall and lean, and a cute butt. He was in a bookstore, and I walked up to him, and then froze. What do I say? Will he like me? I got within about 5 feet, and couldn't go any closer. He looked up, and gave me the once over. I felt tingly all over, and opened my mouth. I just couldn't get any words to follow them. He finally spoke. "Hi" "Hi". Well, that part was over. He stood there, expectantly. I wanted to say something. He seemed interested, but eventually he lost interest, and wandered away. "shit shit shit" I muttered. I had the looks, but inside, I was the same awkward woman I was before I started. I could make the pitch, but I couldn't close the deal. Hanging my head, I took my things home, promising not to cry until I was inside. I sat back down at the computer, wondering where I went wrong. Maybe this was what the mind control was about. I snickered, thinking about 'mind control'. Images of Spock and mind melds, movies, and sci-fi novels. Sheesh. Would it work? Checking the help on mind control, I increased my self-confidence by 20% and my conversational abilities by 30%. There, never at a loss for words, and never afraid to use them. Charisma? There was a setting for charisma. Ok, up by 10%. I found that you could influence other's attitudes as well. Oh, did my crew need some cleaning up. But then again, they fit the way they were. Old boyfriends? I don't know; it felt like cheating. I stopped typing, and looked at the ceiling. I could do better than this. I had the confidence, I had the looks, I could do anything I wanted, have any man I wanted. A whole world of possibilities. The clubs were still open. I never really had much luck there, being outclassed by the other women there. But I had looks and brains, a deadly combination. What was I waiting for? I was waiting for Tami. My best friend, she would be available tonight. It's no fun going out by yourself. With two, you can get 2 guys, and you avoid the psychos who go out alone. I reached for the phone, and started to dial, then stopped. How was I going to explain my new looks? I sat, looking at the phone. Well, I could just make her ignore it, but I wanted to share this with someone. Maybe I could give her some of the gifts I had. The two of us would be unstoppable. I called her, being mysterious, and she went for it. I told her I'd had a makeover, and I wanted her opinion. And was she free for a little clubbing tonight? I knew she was curious, since I didn't usually go much for that sort of thing. I needed a little more self-confidence, in her opinion, so she might think that her efforts were paying off. She was over in half an hour, and I was almost dressed when she rang the bell. I opened the door, and there she was. She looked at me with a confused expression. "Excuse me; I'm looking for Karen Bailey" "No Tami, you're looking at Karen Bailey" "That can't be right; you don't look like her at all. Can I come in?" "Sure, right this way" She came in and looked around. "Ok, I'm being punked, right? Where is she?" I had trouble controlling my grin. "I told you before. Would you like to see an explanation?" She looked at me, obviously still confused. I went to the computer, and reverted to my original settings. She watched me melt back to the plain Jane old me. She just stood there, her jaw heading for the floor. "How the FUCK did you do that?" I grinned still wider. "Watch" I went back to the 'optimized' version. As I filled out and glammed up, she just stared at the new me. "Karen? Is that you?" "Every inch. Want to see how it's done?" "Uh, yeah. And Karen?" "mmm?" "Can you do me too?" "Thought you'd never ask, girlfriend" Over next hour, we played dress-up, trying this and that. By the time Tami was done, she was an E-cup (as if she needed it), a few inches taller, and as drop-dead gorgeous as anyone had a right to be. Her brown hair hung to her waist, everything was firm and trim, and she'd gone for violet eyes. Something about Elizabeth Taylor, she said. Tami turned out to be, still, just more Tami than usual. She wasn't interested in the mind control aspects of it, but she did some things to her body that would get her in trouble, if any man was lucky enough to slide into home. Unless he'd eaten his Wheaties, that is. I didn't really play with my fun buttons, just a little here and there. I wasn't a glutton about sex, but I did like to come. I didn't want a lot of distractions, until I found a guy to be distracting, if you know what I mean. I'd show a guy a good time tonight, but he'd have to work for it. Master PC: Compile Error We grabbed our things, and headed for the club. Sometimes we'd get stopped by the bouncers, but this time, the line almost parted to let us in. Every man in line watched us. I'd never had that kind of attention before, and I found it...exhilarating. I looked over at Tami, and knew what my face looked like without a mirror. The turntable didn't scratch like it does in the movies when we came in, but I noticed the song changed as soon as the DJ saw us. It was something about a girl being wrong like me. Maybe that was a left-handed compliment, but I smiled at the DJ, and made his day. I saw a lot of men following my every move, and a couple of women, too. The women didn't have the same expression that the men did. I think I made the same face when I saw those bimbos at that last job. Tami and I got a table, and considered our options. We saw a few men looking like they had something to ask us, which was fine by me. I saw one that was kind of cute, but for some reason he seemed intimidated. Ordinarily, I would have been fine dancing with someone like that, but he seemed to think I was out of his league. I was about to say something witty to Tami, when the door opened again. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. It was Mr. Gray, with his two forearm-warmers in tow. They looked like the return rack at the bowling alley, after all the bowling balls had come up. They must have put the velour industry on full standby for those evening gowns. But we were back to square one, as all that masculine attention drifted away. I was torn between anger (at the women), jealousy (the same), and fear (what if he recognized me?) Tami didn't know the story behind the program, but I just hoped that I'd made enough changes not to attract attention. He breezed past us like we weren't there, and took a table on the other side. He nuzzled the neck of one of them, who giggled appreciatively and slid her hand up his leg. I looked at Tami. "you want to go?" She pondered this for a moment. "No. They're here with that guy, so I doubt they're going to be much of a problem." "Tami..." "No, they're just arm candy. He'll probably just dance and drink a little, and leave. Besides, there's not enough guys here yet." I rolled my eyes. Well, there was that. No sense dancing until there was a choice. We chatted about the week, looked over the men, and had a drink or two. I wasn't going to get loopy, but I had a pleasant buzz. I kept looking over at Mr. Gray from time to time, and watched what was going on. They weren't fooling anyone; I could see wandering hands and fingers among the 3 of them. Since I already knew what would happen when they got home, I didn't see the need to flaunt it in public, unless that's what he had in mind. I guess I got careless, because he caught me looking at him. He smiled that strange smile, and beckoned us over. I shook my head 'no', but Tami seemed game. She got up and went over to where the three were, and I didn't have much choice but to follow. He introduced us to Chloe and Anzanya, as they were called. They should have been on their guard, but they just smiled much like he did. I didn't see the point of putting up with this, until he spoke. "You want to join us for a drink." "I do?" I said in a flat monotone. "That's right. And your friend does too" "She does?" I murmured, trying not to let the sarcasm out. "Yes. You might even want to join us at the pool at my place" Oh come on. He whispered something in her ear, and Tami started giggling. To my growing dismay, Tami seemed to be going for it. It sounded like the hypnosis bit was actually working with her. Probably that program again. I hadn't foreseen this, I figured he'd be a homebody. She was totally unprotected against him. She looked at me with puppy-dog eyes (which are only supposed to work with men). "C'mon Karen, it'll be fun. He's got a friend" she sang. Mm'hm. I could imagine. I'd give even money that he'd make a beeline for the PC. I'd have to keep an eye on that. I didn't know if I wanted to go through with it or not. "Besides, Karen, I drove." Oh yeah, that did put a crimp in it. Well, maybe the guy was cute, but I'd need some convincing. I looked him straight in the eye. "Well, I guess so. But no funny stuff" He affected an innocent expression that said butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "Of course not. You can leave any time you like. But you'll have fun, I promise." "Karen, please?" "Ok, I suppose." She almost danced a bit, and hugged me quickly. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered. "You wouldn't believe what this guy is packing. I have got to see what's down below." "Tami, you're acting like you're crazy. What's gotten into you?" "It's more what I hope gets into me." I'd never seen Tami act like this. I mean, she obviously knows how to have a good time. And she's never really lacked for male companionship. But I'd never seen her act like a slut before. It didn't bother any of them, but I was thinking they must have enhanced themselves somehow. Maybe some sort of auditory cue? He didn't smell any better than most guys, so unless there was something else... I at least got them to let us follow them back. Though I knew the way, I had to play this cool. I knew what was in store; they'd make an excuse to get to the computer, then stretch us like silly putty while they turned us into nymphomaniacs. Well, sauce for the goose, buster, sauce for the gander. On the way over, I asked Tami about what was going on. "Don't you think it's a bit strange, after 5 minutes you want to follow this guy home?" "I know, but he?s so cute!" "What about his entourage? 3 girls and 1 guy? How much of him is there to go around? Is he like a bucket of chicken? Do you want light meat or dark meat?" "Karen!" "Well? I'm just surprised; I've never seen you act like this. And there's something about this guy you don't know." "Like what?" "Remember the program I showed you? I got it from him. And he doesn't know. And he can't know, or we don't know what he'll do." "That's the pig? He seems nice enough to me." "Well, when I was there, and found the program, I entered some commands on myself. And one was that nothing the program did on his PC would affect me unless I wanted it to. I thought it was a joke, but his sexy persona just isn't registering with me. And you're just bowled over by this guy. I don't want to see you get hurt" "I'm a big girl, Karen, I can look after myself." "I know, but this is just going way too fast for me." She grinned again. "I know what I'm doing. I'm in complete control." I shrugged. Somehow I didn't think so. We got back to his place, and he made some drinks. I figured he wouldn't try anything with that, since he had the program. Sure enough, he disappeared shortly afterwards, and came back with a 'cat that ate the canary' smile on his face. Tami didn't look any different, but she seemed a lot more needy, especially towards him. She was touching his arm, smiling, and talking in a little girl voice sometimes. I'm glad I had a light supper, because I could almost gag. The doorbell rang, and then he went to open it. I heard another male voice, and soon he was back with another guy. And what a guy! Tall, lean, just enough muscle to pleasantly fill out his clothes (expensive, to say the least), and eyes you could drown in. Now this was more like it. Maybe this trip would be worth it after all. Nice hair, just a little facial hair, and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Someone had been giving him lessons. Something in the back of my mind was setting off alarms, but something down below was setting off alarms of her own. "Hi, I'm Paul Dorcova. Alan said he had a party going on, and invited me over. I'm pleased to meet you." I smiled back, checking him out. Tami looked over with a 'see? see?' expression on her face. Maybe we'd both get lucky tonight. Or maybe they would. Alan handed out some adjustable bikinis, that would more or less fit us (the 'twins' suits should have 'Goodyear' on the tops, at least), and we retired to one of the bedrooms to change. She was as excited as I'd ever seen her. "Did you see the other hunk? You are going to have a good time tonight, girlfriend!" "He could still turn out to be an asshole, Tami" She waved that away. "Don't try to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. I think we're both going to hook up tonight." "I'll keep an open mind." "You do that Karen. Lighten up, have fun" We changed into the bikinis, and stepped towards a hot tub (and a pool? I wondered what he'd done to get all this money). Paul was sitting in front of the PC, but was getting error messages. He didn't see me looking, but I could see rising consternation on his face. Two guesses as to what he was up to, and the first didn't count. "Hi" He almost jumped like a scalded cat. "Sorry, I didn't see you. I didn't know how long you'd be, so I was looking at one of Alan's games" Right, and we knew what sort of game that was. "I do computer consulting. Want me to take a look?" "No, that's all right. I can probably figure it out. But you're ready for the tub, so come on in" He closed things down, but not before I saw several 'access denied' messages. He shot an ugly look at Alan, which was returned with relative confusion. Hand signals were surreptitiously being sent, but I took it all in with hidden glee. If he wanted some fun, he'd have to earn it the old fashioned way. We got in the tub, which was already warm and bubbly. Tami sidled up to Alan, while I got close (but not touching) to Paul. We both noticed that the Arm Candy patrol was missing. "What happened to your friends?" "Oh, they were tired, and went to bed." Of course they did. They were probably parked and waiting. Sheesh. Of course, they wouldn't have fit in the tub with all of us, though they would hardly have sunk. "They actually wanted to be alone for awhile. But enough about them, what about you?" Paul seemed definitely interested. A point in his favor, easy on the eyes, and it had been too long between men. I could feel Puss starting to act up. I try to ignore her, but sometimes she has her own way. Sigh. I made some vague noises about being in the 'computer business'. He made some conversation about gaming, and I made some more talk about Evercrack, an online game. That got his attention, as I saw the wheels creaking along. He mentioned a role model program that Alan had, which got him a sharp look, and a quick head shake. He mentioned something about creating a character, which got an even more concerned look from Alan, which connected the dots quite nicely. He was trying to control me, and couldn't understand why it wasn't working on the program. Alan was making frantic, small signals to Paul, and either he was telling him to steal 3rd, bunt, or drop the subject. I couldn't figure out which. Tami, feeling ignored, started kissing him, which distracted him enough to let me talk with Paul by myself. He reached and put his arm around me, which felt nice. I snuggled closer to him, and our eyes met. I decided to kiss him, and we soon were wrapped around each other. Damn, he was one fine kisser. I could feel Puss start up again, and she was becoming harder to ignore. I could also feel something getting longer and harder, which wasn't helping the situation. My nipples were hardening, and they were rubbing against the fabric, which suddenly seemed in the way. He reached behind me, and deftly untied the knot holding the top on. I stiffened, but then relaxed, as I could feel where this was going. Soon a couple of strong hands were massaging my breasts, which went straight to my pussy. I was getting very excited. I peeked over, and Tami was about in the same situation, but was enjoying herself. I was too distracted to pay much attention, and Puss needed attention, and soon. As he tweaked my nipples, my hand worked its way down to his package. Some delicate tracings with my fingernails indicated something very nice; not the war club Alan was sporting, but something that would tickle every part of me. I rubbed lightly up and down on him, which made him stiffen. We both knew where this was going. "Damn, you're huge!" I came out of it for a second, to see Tami with a handful of Alan's cock; which actually broke the surface. If he was any longer, he could blow himself, which was a weird thought. It was still distracting, but I knew that something like that would leave me bed-ridden for a day. Back to the one I had in my hand. I had to have him, so I slid his trunks down around his knees, to get a better look. His ass fit my hands as if they were carved out for the purpose. I gave them a squeeze, and then motioned him to sit on the edge of the tub. I wanted a quick suck, and I'm sure he wouldn't object to it. I'd had a boyfriend once that was quite descriptive in what he wanted, so I'd learned to please a man fairly well by then. I'd had no complaints about it. I took one long, slow, agonizing lick up the bottom of his rod, pausing just below the head to do some swirly, slurpy things that made it jump, and get even bigger. I looked up into his eyes, to let him know I liked it. That got him even hotter. I lowered the tip between my lips, and made circles around it, all over him, and then took him in my mouth. He tasted great, and I bobbed up and down, delighting in the raspy breathing he was making. When you have a man like that, and his total attention, there's nothing else like it. I tasted a bit of precum, and slurped it away. I'd have to slow down soon, or he'd shoot in my mouth. That was fun, but Puss was a mess of slick, empty need that only one thing would take care of. Maybe later, but I wanted mine too. I rose up out of the water, and pushed his chest back to the floor as I started working my way up him. I grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy, then flicked the tip over my clit, which just made me hornier than ever. Sliding him down inside me, I closed my eyes as I concentrated on every glorious inch that filled me up. I bottomed out, and then started working myself over his body. I did a sort of slow, hula-type grinding over his rock-hard shaft, getting every part touched by him. Tami was bent over the other side of the pool, and Alan was sloshing in and out of the pool, and her body. She gasped with every thrust, but I couldn't pay any more attention to it, because I had to start getting some serious fucking. I bounced up and down on him, feeling myself getting closer to orgasm as his pubic bone hit my clit, and his whole member throbbing inside. He wasn't going to last much longer, but neither was I. Paul was looking up at me with the most lustful expression. I'm sure I matched him; I was heading for a hip-shaking orgasm. I could feel it building inside me, wave after wave rising until I felt the shock go through me, and I was crashing and bucking on his hardness. He matched my orgasm with his own, and I felt him pump his hot come deep inside me. I loved it; this was what I had been missing for too long. Tami and Alan weren't there yet or maybe not there again. Tami was glowing with sweat, and I saw that well-fucked expression on her face. She was working towards a second orgasm, the lucky bitch. By the way he was pounding into her I knew he wasn't far off. Suddenly, I saw his butt clench, the way it does when a guys' nuts draw up and start shooting into you. Tami could feel it, and was getting quite loud. She screamed with pleasure, and I could see come leaking from the both of them. He must be loaded for bear. She was gasping, trying to get in enough air, and he was a little drawn out, though something said he was still ready for more. I got a good look at his cock as he pulled it out. It was every bit as big as it looked on the screen, and I'm sure that Tami would be bow-legged for a week. He saw me gazing at it, and smiled. "You want it?" "I'm fine with Paul, thank you". Tami just slumped down and groaned. He seemed disappointed, but turned back to Tami. I could see he was still hard, so he had staying power. Maybe later. I was confused myself. I'd just had the wildest sex of my life (computer technician? What life?), and I was still ready for more. Why did I lose control like that? I thought I'd fixed the computer, but I didn't recognize the wild ride I just had. I'd never had sex like that before; guiltless, purely passionate, just spur of the moment. This was living. Maybe that was it. I remembered what I entered, that nothing would change unless I wanted it to. Maybe I had. I saw the way Tami was affected by Alan, maybe a little of that proved too seductive to ignore in Paul. So if I hadn't, I might be one of the Blimp sisters by now. I had to figure this out. It was fun, but I just had that suspicious feeling. I'd have to look into this later. What a place to be, torn by desire and suspicion. I couldn't figure out if I felt this way because I wanted to, or because I was made to. I was interrupted in my thoughts by Alan, who invited us to spend the night. Tami was bobbing her head a bit too obviously, so I just went with the flow. I was almost ready for round two with Paul anyways, and a sly look by him let me know he was too. That fit into my plans. I had to knock him out, and then get to that computer before anyone else had any bright ideas. Well, there was a great way to do that, and have another delicious orgasm as well. I picked up my things and headed back into the house. I took his hand, and he put his arm around me as we headed for a bedroom. Tami and Alan went to the other one, and I shut the door behind me as we entered. I wrapped myself in his arms as we passionately kissed. My hands started roaming over his body, and his were on mine. Our tongues slid over and under each other as we eased down on the bed. We came to a stop with him lying next to me. I felt his fingers as they tweaked my nipples, making them long and hard. I was working at making something else long and hard too, and my hands wrapped around him and slowly started to stroke him. I rose up slightly, and began to kiss my way down to his cock. His fingers wrapped themselves in my hair, guiding me down to what was about to happen. I flicked the tip as I started to work on bringing him up to something fuckable. I tasted his pre-cum again, and this time, I noticed it didn't taste the way it usually does. It was actually pretty good. I don't know why, but I had no doubt that he'd engineered that little surprise, but right now, I needed him rock-hard, and fucking my brains out. I bobbed up and down on the hard member, licking him in all the right spots, fondling his balls, and stroking between his legs to massage his prostate. It was working, as I felt him stiffen even more. The drops spilling out of him were becoming a steady stream, still tasty, and I had no problem swallowing them down. His hands formed over my head, pushing me down towards his climax, but I had other ideas. Finally he was hard enough for what I had in mind. I lay down next to him, and in a husky voice said "fuck me". He rose up over me, and effortlessly slid all the way in with a single thrust. That's one of my favorite things, to be horny enough to avoid any awkward adjusting, just get right down to it. His hips spread my legs out, and I felt him fill me, even better than before. I was soaking wet, and we were making sloppy wet sounds as he thrust into me again and again. I was getting just the right attention; my clit was standing up and getting brushed by each thrust of his hard meat. It felt so good, I had to encourage him. "Oh yes. Fuck me Paul, fuck me harder, make me come!" I moaned, as his pace quickened. I could feel the tension rising, and knew I'd be coming soon; I just had to pace him so he came when I did. His breath was coming in short sharp bursts as he drove into me, groaning every time he bottomed out.