“Not my sweatshirt,” Shelly moaned, and then caught herself as Ximena smirked. “I know; it wasn’t real clothing. I’m just still getting used to this, okay?” Only the thought that it was all fake and the real sweatshirt was still in place kept her from cringing under the brunette’s approving glance.
“I think this thing was programmed by perverts,” Shelly said, trying to cover her embarrassment. The revealed breasts looked like hers, but her nipples never stuck out that way unless she was massively aroused. She gave up on the shorts, which had shrunk until they fitted more like underwear. The redhead twitched, trying to adjust her real shorts, which had ridden up and were trapping sweat between her legs.
“Check this out!” teased Ximena, distracting Shelly from thoughts of her body. The door opened in front of them and Mick was standing there.
Shelly jumped and nearly screamed. The display field had become was so realistic she had to work to remember it was all just computerized make-believe. On second glance, the figure didn’t look exactly like Mick, and it moved woodenly and expressionlessly into the room before the door closed behind it.
“Mick?” Shelly asked, arching an eyebrow as she turned to Ximena. “You couldn’t think of anybody else?” Her brow rose higher as she realized the brunette was rubbing her bikini bottom. “Ximena, you slut!”
Her friend smiled sheepishly, but didn’t stop stroking herself. “Well, he did loan me the equipment. Besides, I made a few improvements.”
That was what had thrown Shelly off. The figure in front of them was like an idealized version of Mick — a little taller, more muscular, minus the overbite and with better hair. Then he — or it — jerkily pushed down the trunks and revealed an absolutely splendid erection. If Mick — or anybody else — actually had possessed a tool like that, Shelly would have heard about it through the school grapevine.
Ximena winked sideways at Shelly and gracefully sank to her knees.
“Oh, please!” Shelly rolled her eyes. “Have a little self-respect, Ximena. You could do anything you wanted to, and you want to suck it? Why not just fantasize about visiting the dentist?”
“I like giving blowjobs,” Ximena said, looking a bit hurt. “You can do what you like with your own cock, okay?” She turned her attention back to the virtual quasi-Mick and sucked his organ between her lips and then let it pop out again, bobbing in front of her. “I bet I can get off faster than you can.”
Shelly realized a second male form had materialized inside the door while Ximena had distracted her. It stood there, naked and unmoving, as ill-defined as she’d been initially. “This is dumb,” she weakly protested, but the brunette wasn’t paying attention to her. Besides, she was a little intrigued by the possibilities.
Brad Pitt? Paul Rudd? Bradley Cooper? Maybe with a little Usher thrown in? The shape rippled, fuzzing out and then sharpening as Shelley quickly riffed through all of her fantasies and blended them into one perfect piece of fuckmeat.
The result wasn’t what she’d expected. He was breathtakingly handsome, a primal male with a tool so large Shelly knew it could fill up every nook and cranny of her. But instead of reminding her of any of those celebrities, the guy looked like… It took a moment of mental groping, but then Shelly placed the face. It reminded her of Mick’s doofus friend, Billy Ray. Why did Ximena have to screw up her subconscious by bringing Mick into this?
Shelly strained, trying to remold the face to something else, but it remained stubbornly fixed. It was so handsome; if only it didn’t have such an unfortunate association! Then he smiled, and she felt herself get all wet. Fuck it, Shelly decided — the real Billy Ray wasn’t ever going to know about it, and she wanted that cock.
She shimmied her little shorts down her legs and watched the shaft in front of her swell even larger. The resolution had improved to the point that the large drop of precum glistening at its tip was readily visible and nearly photorealistic. Probably it wasn’t really that good, but in the real world, Shelly was used to things looking a little fuzzy; she’d never wear her glasses in bed with a guy.
What come-on line did a girl use with a simulacrum, anyway? Shelly looked over at Ximena, who was getting her face fucked with a vengeance and still hadn’t said a word. Well, it wasn’t like she’d ever had to seduce her vibrator.
Shelly lay back on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself. She smiled dreamily, imagining how her fantasy lover would carefully tongue her, licking the moisture from her labia and heating her even more, making her body ready for that huge dick. Then he’d–
Again the redhead lost her tenuous control over the simulation. The man simply threw himself on top of her and buried himself to the root in her tight pussy. Shelly gasped, unprepared for the totality and realism of the sensation. It was almost painful, but the feeling of getting plowed like some cheap slut by this amazing stud was totally arousing.
He kissed Shelly hard, muffling her screams of ecstasy. She’d always fantasized about slow, romantic kisses as part of foreplay, but obviously her subconscious knew better — all Shelly knew was that she wanted more of the tongue that forced itself roughly between her parted lips, taking her mouth the same way the cock between her legs thrust repeatedly into her womb.
For once, Shelly didn’t have to worry about acting demure or impressing the guy or anything except herself. It was a good thing, too, because the phantom erection pistoning in and out of her was driving her absolutely out of her mind. She bucked furiously, trying to drive it further into her slick channel and mauled her tits with both hands, stimulating herself even more.
The redhead was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, and even the somewhat-creepy specter of the studly not-quite-Billy Ray leering down at her couldn’t quench her need. The image had gotten a little fuzzy again, but it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Hell, if the real Billy Ray had sported a shaft like the one that was fucking her senseless, Shelly might even have done him.
God, she must be a slut to even think that! Shelly gasped and crested, just as the cock inside her swelled and settled into the rhythmic contractions that jetted spurt after spurt of hot cum into her honeypot. The good thing about virtual sex was that she didn’t need protection, so she just concentrated on how great it all felt. Who’d want a vibrator after doing this?
Shelly belated remembered Ximena’s challenge. Feeling totally satiated, she lazily rolled her head to the side to check on her friend.
The brunette must have cum too, because she was looking relaxed. Ximena still knelt on the floor, totally naked except for the VR goggles on her head, while she sucked on Mick’s cock and slowly fingered herself. His scum coated her breasts and face.
“You love sucking my cock,” Mick said, grinning lustily at Ximena. “In fact, doing anything I tell you to makes you really hot. You know you’re my slave.”
Ximena nodded eagerly, her moan muffled by the wet flesh sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Now, who’s the next hottest girl you know?”
Something about the scene didn’t seem quite right to Shelly, but it was hard to blame Ximena for wanting to please a stud like Mick. Besides, the implication she was the sexiest of Ximena’s friends was rather flattering.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” Shelly asked Billy Ray; his erection suggested he did. It was funny how she’d never looked at him twice — never even wanted to — but maybe it just took nudity to appreciate what a total hunk he was. The redhead felt herself lubricating again just thinking about it.
“Oh yeah,” Billy Ray leered appreciatively. “Here; you’ll look even sexier wearing these.” He picked up the headset from where it had fallen on the bed and placed it back over her eyes.
Shelly wanted to complain it was lame, but kept her silence. Everything looked the same with them on as it had a moment ago without the goggles; maybe she’d broken them while they were fucking. Well, the important thing was that Billy Ray liked them.
“Yeah, you’re my fuckin’ slut,” Billy Ray told her. “You’re gonna shave yourself for me, every morning. When you do it, you’ll think about how good my cock feels stretching out your fuck hole.”
The redhead writhed on the bed, wishing he’d stop talking and just nail her again. Preferably more than once.
Billy Ray was stroking his cock, a total waste of prime manmeat. “You totally get off on going lezzie on other girls and seducing them for me and Mick. You’d love to suck my jizz out of some other slut, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t get carried away,” Mick’s voice sounded from the other side of the room, but he might as well have been on the moon. “Stick with the plan.”
“Whatever,” Billy Ray shrugged. The masculine sensuality of the movement nearly made Shelly cream herself. “Um. Who’s the sexiest person you know?”
“You,” Shelly husked, absolutely meaning it. She grabbed Billy Ray and then pulled him into her, locking her legs around him so he couldn’t escape.
He laughed and thrust hard in her sloppy channel, making the redhead orgasm. Happily, he didn’t stop. “Oh yeah,” Billy Ray sighed, apparently in agreement. “But who’s the sexiest girl?”
Shelly thought about it. Wasn’t she enough for Billy Ray? The redhead wasn’t sure she wanted to share his cock, now that she’d found it. But… It would be pretty hot to eat out some girl after Billy Ray had done her, wouldn’t it?
No, it would be really hot. Shelly moaned, tasting it already. A major stud like Billy Ray could handle two of them without breaking a sweat. Especially if Mick was there to give him a breather.
“Kate. Kate Flanders,” she moaned. The blonde was a white-hot knockout who dressed to titillate and trailed rumor and innuendo behind her everywhere she went.
“Fuck, yeah!” Billy Ray agreed, banging Shelly with increased vigor and squeezing her tits in his hands. “But could you get her to visit you and try out the virtual reality box?”
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