The Intern Ch. 01
Tyler passed through a gate and entered an apartment complex. She walked across a courtyard that featured plastic lawn chairs, tables, and a fenced-in in-ground pool. Her modest ground floor apartment flanked the pool. It was a refreshing distraction, but she saved her passion for chemistry and surfing, in that order.
She was a beautiful young woman with short, natural light blonde hair. Tyler was blessed with a slender athletic body that the hours spent at the beach kept tanned to a deep bronze tone. Her unbridled enthusiasm for life bubbled over in all aspects of her personality.
Although she yearned for surfing, school demanded more and more of her time. When she was still in high school without a worry in the world and altering her mood with drugs of various types, she surfed for hours and dreamed of creating her own designer drug.
When several of her friends were busted for possession and received felony convictions, she became more determined than ever to engineer a safe, legal drug that would some day change the world. That deep-seated desire led her to a successful college career in science and technology that was on the verge of culminating in a bachelor's degree with honors. What she didn't know was about to change her life forever.
Her left hand clutched several letters that she'd withdrawn from her mail slot. She reached into the pocket of her slacks and withdrew a key chain. She fumbled through the keys until she found the one that unlocked her door and stepped into her apartment.
Tyler placed her keys on the kitchen counter and glanced through the letters. Credit card applications touting low interest rates were placed in one pile that she fully intended to discard. An offer for low mortgage rates joined the same pile. The last letter appeared much like an advertisement, but the return address touted the distinct words Traycor Labs and was accompanied by an attractive logo. She hesitated, uncertain what to do. Growing curious, she slipped a long fingernail beneath the top fold of the envelope and sliced it open.
The letter inside was a formal invitation to join TCL as a two-year intern with the opportunity possibly leading to a career position. It included a web site address and password that offered a virtual walk-through of the facilities. The catch-phrase at the end of the invitation intrigued her; "The most challenging and rewarding career position you never knew you wanted."
With the invitation in hand she crossed the living room and sat down at a desk. She pulled a drawer out that revealed a keyboard and trackball. Tyler rotated the trackball to defeat the screensaver and logged onto the web address. She noticed the login linked to a secure site. A brief animation touted the TCL logo, and a series of overlapping video snippets advertised their bio-medical research, production, marketing, and sales divisions.
She clicked on a virtual tour link and discovered that the large facility was nestled in the beautiful rolling hills of the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. The main facility appeared small at first, but much of it was built underground. The bottom two floors contained the research and development labs; the middle two floors provided production facilities; and the top two floors, which were the only ones above ground level, contained marketing and sales offices and a small medical clinic with two operating rooms and a full-time medical staff. A helicopter landing pad was located on a portion of the roof, and a landing strip with two hangars was a mile to the north.
Located a short distance to the east and west of the central facility were two identical single-floor apartment buildings. Each building provided a central common area, and four wings extended north, south, east and west. The north wings of both buildings housed research and development interns, the east wings production interns, and the east and west wings the marketing and sales interns, respectively.
The east building housed male interns, and the west female interns. All four divisions were allotted a total of sixteen interns; eight each male and female. Internship included free room and board and a small expense account.
Each wing touted eight luxuriously equipped single room apartments. The bedrooms were modest, but the bathrooms were large and had deep, oversized bath tubs with relaxing jets, a shower stall, toilet, and ample room for dressing and undressing. A door opened into a two-person redwood sauna. The living area had a computer desk and high speed PC with internet and TCL LAN access, a 60 inch plasma TV, and unrestricted access to any satellite station that was out there.
The one thing the apartment lacked was a kitchen, which initially mystified Tyler. But a tour of the common area revealed a 24 hour fully staffed kitchen with on-demand cooking; a menu that seemingly had no end, an elegant dining area, and several private dining rooms.
It was a gorgeous self-contained village where every need was satisfied. But Tyler was skeptical. There had to be a catch; besides, why her? How did they even know who she was?
It was an offer almost impossible to refuse. The facilities appeared state of the art, and with unrestricted access she could make her dreams come true. And to work under the tutelage of great scientists was an opportunity that was as exciting as it was intimidating.
* * * * *
It was mid-afternoon in Pennsylvania when Tyler walked into the baggage area of the Wilkes-Barre airport in Scranton. She wanted to make a good first impression and had selected a smart but sexy dark blue skirt, short-sleeved white blouse, and a dark blue jacket. She wasn't accustomed to dressing up, and most certainly never wore a bra, but the significance of the event warranted the sacrifice. It was the first of many more to come.
They advised her to pack for only a few days, because additional clothing and toiletries would be supplied. They assured her professionals would access and move all remaining items in her apartment to a secure storage facility and would take care of any legal entanglements as a result of prematurely breaking her lease. They wanted her mind fully focused on her new position as intern, and it was. She grasped the handle of her only suitcase and pulled it off the rotating belts of the baggage delivery system.
A woman about her own age darted toward Tyler and gave her a big smile and a hug. Tyler was surprised but returned the hug with as much enthusiasm and excitement as was shown her. As both women smiled at one another warmly Tyler suspected she would love her new home.
"I'm Natalie, and I'm your new best friend, at least until you find another," the bubbly brunette said as she introduced herself. "You can call me Nat. And of course you're Tyler, and I already know all about you, so let me do most of the talking."
Tyler looked at her new friend and appraised her looks. She was tall and had long silky black hair and a light complexion. In contrast to Tyler's professional appearance, Nat had casually dressed in a pair of black slacks and a red short-sleeved blouse. Tyler hadn't initially noticed the difference in their height, but Nat was almost six feet tall and had very long legs. Some guys liked that, Tyler mused. Nat was definitely a beautiful woman in her own right.
An extended black Hummer awaited them, and they were quickly on their way.
"When we first get to TCL you'll have to endure a very intimate procedure," Nat warned her right up front. "In the past there were problems with male and female interns and forbidden romantic entanglements that proved to be very detrimental to the company. It took years for TCL to regain its market share. To prevent those things from happening again, they'll...make you feel like a girl again."
"Make me feel..." Tyler said in a confused tone as she tried to elicit a more direct explanation.
"You're getting your hymen back!" Nat exclaimed in an excited voice as she clapped her hands together. "Can you believe it?"
"My hymen back?" Tyler questioned with a look of confusion on her face.
Nat glanced around, as if almost too embarrassed to say anything more. She whispered "You know, your hymen; your cherry."
Tyler shook her head in disbelief. "Nat, I've known what a hymen was since before puberty. That wasn't what I was asking."
"Part of the internship agreement is no sex, at least not with men, and especially not with male interns. It's for everyone's protection. No romantic entanglements, no wandering eyes or minds, you catch my drift. All that changes once you're selected for a tenure position or termination, of course."
"I eat, breathe, and sleep research," Tyler assured her. "I haven't had time for sex for the past three years, much less romantic entanglements."
"It's just a precaution," Nat reassured her. "It's no big deal."
It suddenly became obvious to Tyler why a woman met her at the airport and explained everything up front. Her mind mulled over the concept of being converted into a twenty three year old virgin. She maintained no desire of getting laid, and in fact had been too busy the last couple of years to even contemplate such a thing. Tyler wasn't sure if she should feel honored or offended.
"I won't lie," Nat assured the new intern as she tried to establish a sense of trust between them. "'It's a bit painful and very intrusive and, of course, embarrassing since a male doctor is overseeing the procedure. I complained that much of the discomfort could have been alleviated with a drug of one type or another, but now I can see the importance of experiencing the pain. It helps keep a woman honest, trust me. I've been tempted but recalling how much it hurt has helped me resist the urges."
Nat rattled on about how wonderful the facility was and about the great quality of life in the dorms. Tyler looked out the window and watched the gorgeous countryside roll by. She thought of the ocean, the beach, surfing, and already started feeling homesick. That plus the added stress of the upcoming procedure had her doubting the wisdom of her decision to accept the position. It all happened so quickly that her head was still spinning.
The Hummer slowed and stopped at a security checkpoint and then proceeded through two sets of chain link fences that separated TCL from its surroundings. The lawns were well manicured and armed guards appeared to be in no short supply. Security was tighter than anything Tyler had imagined. It was nice to feel a real sense of security again. She couldn't imagine walking outside at night without having to constantly look over her shoulder.
"Just think, no more keys to lose," Nat chimed in after having observed Tyler's reaction to the facility grounds. "The LAN already has your picture and all you have to do is approach a door and it opens...if you're authorized, of course. I know it hurts but even a picture as pretty as yours can't open all of the doors. Not yet, at least."
"I can actually take a walk after dark without carrying my dual Colt .50 caliber rapid-fire handguns." Tyler was kidding, but the shocked look on Nat's face was more than worth it.
The stretch Hummer pulled up to a decidedly rear entrance of the facility. It lacked any décor or elegance. A simple set of white steel doors flanked by security cameras graced the entrance.
"You'll receive an official tour in the morning. This is just a...necessity. Believe me, you won't be sorry." As Nat spoke she produced a clipboard with a consent form clipped to the surface.
Tyler glanced through the legal mumbo-jumbo and signed her limited sexual experience away with a simple stroke of the attached pen. She was about to become a virgin again.
A freight elevator took them down to the lowest level. Nat led the way and guided her into a lab. They crossed the high-tech area and stepped into a small cubicle. Nat could have left Tyler alone but was skeptical of her emotional state so she decided to stay and provide whatever emotional support she could.
Tyler stared at a shiny steel-framed special procedures chair with pale blue nylon cushions. The bottom cushion wasn't a seat at all, but rather a place where one's thighs would be supported in a liberal V shape, leaving the crotch fully accessible. Black Velcro straps ominously dangled from the lower cushion. The arm rests were vertical and rose above the chair, requiring a person's arms to be fully extended upwards. Again, more Velcro straps awaited the occupant.
She sensed the chair was designed to frighten potential patients rather than reassure them and it caused her to wonder if it was part of some deranged initiation. Her stomach tightened into a knot in fear and her entire body grew weak and trembled. Her resolve crumbled, and tears formed in her pale green eyes as she wondered how she could possibly go through with this. Nat knew what was going through her mind and reached for her hand in a show of silent support.
"This is crazy. I don't think..." Tyler whispered as more doubts surfaced.
"When I first saw their website I wondered how it could possibly be true. It is, Tyler. It's all good, trust me. This is just an initiation, that's all; a bump on the road. You have to hang in there, girl." Nat encouraged her as best she could. That was her assignment, and she couldn't fail.
A man dressed in a green scrub suit poked his head in the door. "We'll get started shortly. Remove all of your clothing, please."
Tyler glanced at the man and nodded consensually. Nat assisted as she slipped off her blue jacket and skirt. As they were removed Nat hung them on hangars on a nearby coat rack. Tyler felt naked as she stood there in her shoes, panties, and bra. It was no more revealing than being on the beach in her normal string bikini, but the atmosphere was so...cold.
She hesitated but finally kicked off her shoes and unclasped the bra. Nat watched as the bra pulled away and revealed cute, perky breasts and pink nipples. Tyler flushed red in embarrassment as she handed Nat the bra. It took several seconds and a very deep breath to build up the courage to lower the panties. Nat bent down and assisted in their removal. Nat enjoyed the close-up view of Tyler's pink pussy lips and the narrow rectangular patch of silky blonde hair that framed them. It was gorgeous and under-utilized. Maybe spending the next two years together would change that.
The man re-appeared and wheeled in a shiny chrome steel table. A sterilized green towel was draped over the surface, and on it rested a small needle, razor, scissors, and some type of cream. The tools sent a cold chill through Tyler's body. She nearly fainted as the room started spinning. Nat reached out and supported her as the man positioned her in the special procedures chair. Once her thighs were properly aligned Velcro straps secured them. He guided each arm high above her head and cinched down straps at the wrists and elbows.
Tyler had never felt so scared and helpless in her entire life and struggled to fight back the tears that threatened to flow. She glanced over at Nat for reassurance. Nat smiled back and rubbed a shoulder in a show of understanding and support. The man picked up the needle and administered a shot on the left side of her thigh and once again stepped out.
"What did he just give me?" Tyler questioned.
"It will all be explained to you. I'm sorry, that's all I can say." Nat looked directly into Tyler's frightened green eyes as she spoke the words, then slipped from the room and left her alone.
Tyler's heart raced as never before. Her hands tightened into fists as she struggled against the straps in a vain bid for freedom. The only thing she succeeded in doing was tire herself out and accelerate the effects of the injected drug. Within several minutes her mind felt numb and her body was completely relaxed. The room began swimming around her as she giggled childishly.
When the man returned, he pulled up a stool and sat down between her parted thighs. She looked down at him and asked in a bewildered voice "What did you give me?"
"X-701," he promptly answered in a sterile tone. "It's one of our experimental creations. It's completely safe, but it takes years of testing and oversight to get a new drug on the market. We use it internally for these types of things. What you're feeling right now is a temporary side effect. It won't last much longer and we're trying to eliminate it altogether."
The man was right. Seconds later the swimming stopped. Although she didn't know it yet, her body had become extremely sensitized to external stimulation of any type. Before he did anything else he placed a rubber mouth piece between her upper and lower teeth. The act surprised and mystified her.
The technician picked up a pair of scissors with his right hand and pressed his left hand on her right inner thigh. He carefully snipped away the blonde curls which fell onto the floor below. Tyler kept herself pretty well trimmed anyway, so there wasn't much work involved in eliminating what little remained.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. Tyler was surprised as she felt a slight tugging as the scissors cut the curls near the soft skin. It never felt like that before. It was almost as if the sensation was somehow amplified, like activating a Super Bass option on a home theater system. It both amazed and frightened her.
A few moments later a cream was applied. It was cold, and she gasped and jerked against the straps as it sent a powerful chill through her entire body. It was more than just cold; it also caused a sharp jolt of pain. Her teeth bit down into the rubber mouth piece as her entire body tensed in one intense spasm. But the initial discomfort was chased away by incredible tingling warmth seconds later.
She opened her eyes and watched as he reached for the razor. He looked up into her eyes, smiled, and placed the shiny steel tool against her right inner thigh. Tyler tensed and jerked as she was assaulted by another cold chill and jolt of pain. Her head was thrown back as her entire body reacted in another spasm. She hatefully glared down at the man as she realized he was intentionally toying with her helpless form. It was wicked and cruel, and she sensed he took great pleasure as he watched her reaction.
After the brief distraction he returned to his work and shaved the remaining blonde stubble from her skin. Tyler felt the blade as it scraped away at the hair. Each time it cut, the blade pulled on her skin and caused numerous stinging sensations, as if each individual strand was screaming out in agony. She winced and bravely bore the discomfort. Tyler steeled herself and denied him the pleasure of watching her agony.
When she was thoroughly shaved he returned the razor to the table and wiped away excess cream from her irritated skin with an alcohol-based antiseptic cloth. Tyler's muffled cries filled her head as her teeth bit down hard on the rubber in shock. Her body tensed and twitched as she experienced sharp, stinging jolts of pain. The air was ripped from her lungs and she panted breathlessly. The room started spinning as she tried unsuccessfully to catch her breath. The sharp stinging was unrelenting, and as the spinning grew faster, Tyler thankfully fainted.
When she awakened moments later, the man's task was finished. He backed the stool away from her completely bald pussy and flashed a smug grin. He returned the stool to the corner and wheeled the table from the room. This time she appreciated his departure and being left alone.
Her isolation was short-lived. A different man stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was dressed in the same green scrubs but appeared much older. His thin hair was white and his facial skin wrinkled. His large gray eyes were bright and cheerful, and he wore a sincere, welcoming smile. Tyler picked up good vibes from him and sighed in grateful relief.
"Douglas Harrison," he introduced himself as he removed the rubber guard from her mouth. "People around here call me Dirty Harry."
"Tyler Evans," she nervously responded as she sensed he was a man of great importance in the TCL hierarchy. "Excuse me for not shaking your hand."
He heartily laughed and genuinely appreciated her humor under such stressful conditions. He looked at the special procedures chair and nodded in general disagreement. Tyler suspected he disliked its use, and wondered if his reaction was sincere or part of a vicious good cop, bad cop routine.
"What do you think of X-701?" he asked.
"To be honest, I'm not sure I like it," she responded honestly.
"Yes, for normal people it results in extreme reactions to external stimulation. It intensifies both pain and pleasure. But it has many practical applications. Some people have such high pain tolerances that they're not aware of the extent of their injuries. And the military applications have great potential. Imagine being able to extract information from a prisoner with as little as a few pin pricks, a single match, or a common ice cube?" he explained.
"An intern developed this based on an idea she started working on at the university level. Five months into the internship she was on the verge of something great. She approached me for additional resources, and when she offered me her artificial hymen those resources were provided. You see, Tyler, she understood that sacrifices are necessary, and she endured the risk of offering her hymen to achieve greatness. A month later she moved into a tenured position. Had she not been successful, the act of breaking her hymen would have resulted in premature termination as its undefiled condition is continually monitored by built-in sensors.
"Her replacement lasted through her two year internship but was never offered tenure. She was on the verge of greatness, you see, but refused to make the sacrifice. You're now in the same position. Success or failure is all up to you. We provide everything else. The experience and support you're getting is worth tens of millions of dollars, Tyler. Grab hold and hang on, and believe me when I say that every great opportunity requires sacrifice."
He walked to the corner and rolled the stool between her legs. He sat down and pressed an unseen button. The entire chair rotated, moving her head back and her crotch up to a comfortable position. He placed his warm hands on her inner thighs and used his thumbs to peel back the outer folds of her sumptuous bare pussy. He admired the beauty of her bright pink slit. A woman's pussy was always a wondrous sight to behold. At first glance they all looked about the same, but he'd learned how unique each one actually was. He leaned forward and flicked his extended tongue tip on and around her clit.
The sudden jolt of pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. She gasped aloud and shuddered uncontrollably against the straps, which refused to budge. It sparked a raging inferno deep in her belly. The intensity weakened slightly when the tongue backed away from her now-swollen, aching clit. Thick wetness seeped from her aroused flesh, and the pink slit glistened invitingly.
"I love the taste and feel of my beautiful young interns," he admitted with a wink. "They're my weakness, and I'm in a position to take full advantage."
Dirty Harry's tongue expertly licked and probed. He immediately found and mentally mapped out all of Tyler's trigger spots. It was an exercise he'd learned through experience and now deftly wielded as skillfully as a knight wielded his lance. Her opening was tiny and he slowly worked the tip of a middle finger inside.
Tyler arched her back and groaned aloud as a mixture of incredible pleasure and stinging pain erupted within. Her orifice initially forbade the entry of his finger, but once lubricated by her seeping wetness and with the use of additional force her muscle yielded and the tip of his finger pushed inside. It was the tightest pussy he'd ever encountered in this environment and he suspected it had seen little use. It indicated to him that she was very devoted to her research and that she may prove to be a particularly good find.
With just the tip of his finger inside he rotated it back and forth. He returned to her trigger points and eagerly licked and sucked on the smooth, hot flesh. Tyler's body tensed and writhed with incredible force, as much as the bindings allowed. The powerful waves of delight were both torturous and wondrous all at once. She moaned and mumbled words that could not be deciphered as more wetness seeped from within.
While most guys lapped at her pussy with all the passion of a dog drinking from a pail, Dirty Harry aroused her with amazing surgeon-like precision. The orgasm just happened, with no warning. There was no slow, detectable build-up of excitement. She struggled for breath as her entire body went rigid, then convulsed with intense muscle-exhausting spasms. Powerful tingling jolts of ecstasy embraced her center and rippled outwards.
This time the pleasure was pain, and it took her to a level of consciousness she never knew existed. Her peripheral vision closed in until the only thing she saw was a tiny speck of dirt on the ceiling. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes as the initial pain peeled away like the layers of an onion, and at once revealed to her an ecstasy beyond pleasure. It was heavenly for as long as it lasted. Then her vision closed in and went black.
When she regained consciousness his lips were upon hers and his tongue swirled inside her mouth. The taste of her own wetness was in the kiss as she instinctively kissed him back. Even taste was more pronounced by the drug. As his right hand cradled the back of her head, his left hand reached down and cupped a supple breast.
Her sensitized flesh reacted immediately. Her pink nipples swelled and hardened to their full size. Despite her fatigue from the climax, tingling warmth once again ignited in her loins. When a finger lightly pressed on the nipple it created another wave of intense delight. The pleasure was cut short when he roughly pinched on the rubbery nub. The stinging jolt of pain that followed took her breath away as her voice cried out in protest.
"It's all about the sacrifice," he whispered as he backed away. It was then that Tyler realized he was naked. She didn't remember him taking his clothes off and realized she must have been unconscious longer than she originally thought.
He grasped his own swollen penis in the right hand and stepped forward. She glanced down and saw that he was big, and she nervously licked her lips as she wondered how she'd take all of him inside. He read her mind, smiled, and with the fingers of his left hand pushed the outer lips apart and revealed the treasure within. The large smooth tip pressed at the tight opening which earlier protested the entry of just a finger. He'd anticipated this moment from the first time he saw her.
"Let the shot wear off first," she pleaded with him, but her words found deaf ears. "Oh no, no, please don't..."
Tyler wasn't sure if he moved slowly to aid her or torture her. She felt every beat of his heart like a bass drum all through her body as the smooth round head was pressed at the puckered doorway. It was oozing with her flowing essence as sexual excitement pumped through her veins. His hands grabbed the steel frame of the chair as he pushed in with increasing pressure.
She writhed and groaned from the stinging pain as her pussy walls stretched. A sharp jolt shocked her as the head popped inside. He thrust into her helpless body with a steady rhythm. The tight walls of her pussy resisted but then yielded to the penetrating mass. Her thick juices bathed his penis and eased his progress. The initial jolt of his entry slowly diminished, replaced by soothing pleasure from the steady pressure of his thrusts.
Now Tyler understood how he'd earned the nickname Dirty Harry. His lustful pursuits of the female interns under his wing must have been legendary. How many suffered through this, and how many times were sacrifices made by them? How many must she endure to achieve the greatness she sought?
The insistent motion of his driving hips and penis tugged on the hood of her clit, which in turn transmitted tingling delight throughout her body. This time she felt her excitement building, but it did so faster than normal. Her fingers tightened into fists, and her toes clenched as she grew closer to a second sexual peak.
The thumping of his heart was transmitted through her body by the pulsating of his penis that swiftly moved within her canal and was joined by her own. Her bare skin shimmered as tiny beads of perspiration appeared at the pores, grew into larger beads, and rolled down her skin. The moving beads of sweat felt like a thousand tiny fingers caressing her all over at the same time. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and again her body went rigid and her breath was stolen as she was immersed in a second orgasm.
Consciousness flirted with the dark boundaries of unconsciousness as the room slowly turned and her vision again narrowed to a single point on the ceiling. She breathlessly groaned aloud, uncaring who heard, as pleasure so intense as to be painful wracked her sweaty form. Her body struggled against the bindings in an uncontrollable spasm that was as exhausting as it was exhilarating. Her body felt more alive than ever as tremendous waves of intense pleasure painfully pummeled her flesh.
Tyler never knew herself to be a creamer, but that was how she felt as thick nectar was released from her pussy. She felt the rapidly flowing wetness as it converged along the edges of her outer folds and collected into droplets. It was as if she could feel the droplets gaining weight as they were joined by more wetness. The delicate pink folds shifted as the warm droplets dripped away. All of this happened as he continued thrusting deeply into her canal, as if her entire body could process a million different sensations at once.
Tyler wasn't sure how much longer she could maintain her grip on sanity as she knew it. Luckily Dirty Harry found her body arousing, and as he filled her belly another time he tensed and grunted aloud in delight. When he ejaculated she felt the thick milky stream of cum striking against the walls of her canal. When the initial stream stopped, his penis thrust again and released another. It took four squirts and as many strokes to empty the contents of his large balls into her. When he was finished and withdrew, Tyler was so fatigued that she quickly and gratefully fell asleep in the otherwise uncomfortable special procedures chair.
Tyler had lost all concept of time. She awoke dazed and confused, with her muscles stiff and sore, unsure of the day or the hour. She may have been out for minutes, hours, or days. Her mind struggled unsuccessfully to orient itself and it frustrated her to no end. And then she felt the pangs of hunger. She hadn't eaten since she'd left the airplane. How long had it been?
The whirring of an electric motor broke the silence. Tyler realized it was getting louder, and a few moments later a remotely controlled robot entered the room and advanced towards her with Dirty Harry following behind with the controller. He was dressed again in the same green scrubs.
"I have to say, you have an incredible body," he commended her in a sincere voice. "So slim and firm, with very nice muscle definition. You must work out daily."
"I surf," she revealed. "That was my first love until I discovered chemistry. Now they compete for my passion."
"As will I," he remarked, hinting of the sacrifices to come.
He noticed the curls of blonde pubic hair on the floor beneath the chair she occupied. "A true blonde on top and bottom; lovely. Be sure and let the curls grow before you ask for my, uh, support. The sight of a woman with hair of that color fringing her pink lips arouses me."
After positioning the canister vacuum sized robot painted to resemble R2-D2 of Star Wars fame between her spread legs he paused to admire her form. After scanning her nude body he shook his head in disbelief of his good fortune and heavily sighed.
Tyler helplessly observed as a single mechanical arm was raised and moved to her pussy. Metal fingers pressed against her moist outer folds. The fingers felt like blocks of ice in her condition of heightened stimulation. Her bare body stiffened as she cringed and softly groaned in reaction to the painful jolt. Dirty Harry chuckled to himself.
"You're probably wondering when the effects of X-701 will wear off," he casually commented. "Duration was a cause of great concern for practical applications. You're the first intern to receive the new formula, which can last for up to six hours. That's why I no longer need to rush the procedure, in case you were wondering."
"I must be the luckiest girl in the world," she said in an attempt at humor.
He softly chuckled. "I'm going to enjoy working with you; so many of the others are far too serious. You're the total package as far as I'm concerned. You've got everything I could want in a woman, all beautifully wrapped in one incredible body."
Clicks sounded as the two metal fingers holding her lips apart locked into position. A whirring sound followed as an arm with a round, shiny hollow tube the width of a man's penis and two inches in length moved to the opening of her canal. She had no way of knowing it, but the tube contained an artificial, sensor-embedded hymen and a fusing device. Fusion consisted of a chemical process that was designed to degrade after two years.
"Brace yourself, my dear," he warned her as he adjusted a small color monitor on the controller and made final adjustments. "The next few minutes will be trying for you."
"I'll bet the women line up to thank you for this experience afterwards," she joked. It was her way of coping with stress, and right now there was plenty to go around.
"No, you'll be my first." He placed the rubber mouth piece back inside her mouth. "Pleasant dreams."
Tyler flashed him a smile as she took several deep breaths and braced herself for the pain. As he activated a button the arm slowly advanced. It was the cold metal she felt first, and her body tensed as the anticipated jolt of sharp pain shocked her system. Afterwards she felt stretching as the metal tube slowly but steadily pushed into the canal. Her flesh screamed in stinging jolts. Her teeth clamped down on the rubber as her tensed body wildly jerked.
Yet once beyond the door, as the tube moved against the walls, sensations of tingling pleasure soothed the misery. It still hurt, but her body warmed the metal and its motion triggered a tremendous surge of delight in her center that reached outwards like fingers. Her body released a brief squirt of essence that bathed the device and lubricated her tight canal.
"I admire you, Tyler, so I shall do something I've never done for another," he told her. "If you'll agree to return the favor, that is."
She looked at him with those lovely pale green eyes and he could see the misery she endured in her gaze. She was unable to speak but he believed he saw a gesture of her agreement to his offer. Or perhaps he only wanted to see it and mistook some other movement as an indication of her willingness. Whatever the reason, he assumed full responsibility for what later happened.
He moved to her side and started rubbing her enlarged clitoris. Her body stiffened and strained against the straps. Her eyes tightly shut as her gorgeous bronzed form twitched and shuddered with spasms of severe ecstasy. Dirty Harry observed the surge of creamy wetness that leaked from around the hollow steel tube that was partially inserted into her vagina. He would have heard her groans and cries but they were muffled by the mouth piece.
Every female intern subjected to the procedure had a defining moment. It was usually at the end of the procedure, during the fusing process. There was significant pain involved and the experience left an imprint on their minds and reinforced the purpose for the artificial hymen. The memory of the pain, quite honestly, kept the women from having sex with the male interns. Had he stopped and considered that, things may have ended quite differently. But his strong attraction to Tyler changed him, at least momentarily. Logical thought, mixed with human emotion, made for bad decisions. He knew the pain that she would suffer during the final process and wanted to spare her from that. Dirty Harry would later, in retrospect, wonder if this was the fatal error he had made in regards to her internship. Because in this case the intern's defining moment was going to be intense pleasure.
He was tempted by the soft, firm, jiggling breasts and swollen pink nipples. They danced as she writhed in mind-blowing delight. He gently cupped and lightly caressed one beneath his fingertips as he continued the direct stimulation of her trigger point. It wasn't much longer before her vibrating form climaxed. It looked absolutely exhausting from an observer's position, the way her body stiffened and twitched so powerfully. Perspiration leaked from her pores and dripped from her bare skin onto the floor. The body has a tendency to shut down when it is no longer able to process the intense stimulation, be it pain or, in this case, pleasure. And when her excitement peaked she lost consciousness. A final flood of essence was released in the last moment. He watched as it seeped from her canal, coated the implantation device, and dripped from her swollen pink lips to the floor.
When Tyler awoke she experienced the same muscle stiffness and discomfort as earlier, but she felt different. She felt...normal again. And after six hours of heaven and hell, for her, that was very different. Once the fog in her mind lifted she realized she was no longer strapped to that devilish chair. She was lying on a cot, still nude, in a different cubicle. She guessed she was probably still very close to the special procedures room.
Tyler tried moving but found it difficult. Her arms and legs felt like weights and she could barely lift them. It was all she could do to move her chilled body underneath the blankets and regain her warmth. She yawned and drifted off to sleep a short while later.
"How are you feeling?" a voice asked, invading a dream about hanging ten on a fabulous wave.
Tyler stirred and her eyes opened. "Where's that line I have to stand in to take my turn to thank you for doing this to me?"
Dirty Harry sat down on the edge of the cot and smiled. "Of course you're joking, and I confess that I admire your spirit. But I do hope you realize the considerable amount of pain I saved you."
"Pain you saved me?" she asked in shocked disbelief.
"Relatively speaking," he explained. "The fusion of the hymen to your vagina is certainly the worst part of the procedure. I may have been wrong in doing so, but I instead gave you a very intense climax that allowed you to sleep through the pain. You do remember our deal that you agreed to?"
"I would've agreed to anything in my condition. It's rather unfair, is it not, to make one when under such extreme duress?" she challenged.
"I'll give you a few days to rest up, but I will expect oral compensation for breaching my integrity for your sake," he decided. "It's so little to ask, I should think."
"You've already been inside the best part of me," she angrily pointed out.
"You're feisty, but don't push it," he warned in a stern tone that frightened her. "It would be a shame if sensor failure required removal and reinsertion of your hymen. It's rare, but it does happen."
"Every other guy I've met desperately wanted to break my cherry, but you want nothing more than to keep putting it back."
Although it sounded ridiculous the observation was quite accurate and he softly chuckled. "I'll send Nat back in. You're free to go."
* * * * *
"Dinner was great," Tyler commented after she filled the void in her belly.
"The Maine lobster is flown in twice a week and the chefs here are terrific," Nat commented. "Did I mention we have our own micro-brewery? It's always on tap. That's what I was drinking. The beer here is most excellent."
As they walked down the hall of the north wing in the west building Nat pointed out her room. Next to it was Tyler's new home.
"Don't you feel like you're eighteen again?" Nat gushed excitedly as they walked into her new apartment. "Can you feel the difference?"
"All I feel is stiffness and pain," Tyler complained as she slowly moved limbs that only reluctantly worked. "I hope I feel better than this in the morning."
"Let's get you into a hot bath," Nat decided. "You'll feel so much better."
Tyler's living quarters were everything they promised. Nat moved past her and started filling the luxurious tub, then returned to help her undress. As Tyler removed each piece of clothing Nat took it from her and hung it up in a nearby closet. When Tyler was down to her underclothes her adorable pale green eyes filled with tears and she cried.
"I'm sorry," Tyler said in a broken voice. "You've been so friendly and supportive from the first moment we met and I've been anything but."
"Shh, it's been a very stressful day and you've been a real good sport," Nat said as she comforted her assigned best friend. "This was probably the biggest day of your life so far. Trust me, I wish I had half your courage."
"Thanks. Look, you can go. I can handle the rest myself."
"I won't let you," Nat said as she refused to leave. The truth was, she was very attracted to Tyler and wanted to have a chance to see and enjoy her a little. Her mind was already planning an opportunity to do exactly that.
As Tyler stood in place Nat stood behind her and unhooked the bra. She slipped it from her body and enjoyed the view she had of the soft, firm mounds and pink nipples in a mirror. She paused to savor the moment. The pink tips were beautiful and made her mouth water in anticipation. Bra in hand, she dropped it into an empty hamper and faced Tyler's front.
"Really, I can do this myself," Tyler repeated.
Nat defiantly shook her head no, knelt on the floor before her, and peeled the panties off. Tyler felt very self-conscious and embarrassed as she stood before the woman naked. It was almost like she could feel Nat's eyes inspecting her bald pussy. It was totally weird. She swore she could have heard the woman sniffing at her sex, catching a scent of her pussy as it was probably still damp with wetness after all she'd been through. After several seconds Tyler turned and walked to the bathroom and the tub that awaited her.
Nat followed. After Tyler moved into the wonderfully hot water and sank into its warmth up to the neck Nat brought out several scented mood candles and set them on the front and rear edges of the tub and lit them. The overhead fluorescent lights were doused.
"This water feels great, thanks," Tyler said as she enjoyed the romantic, candle-lit bathroom.
Nat smiled, reached down, and pressed a switch. A low rumbling noise sounded as numerous jets all over the tub activated and circulated the hot water at high speed all over her sore, fatigued body. Tyler softly groaned as it had a wonderful massaging effect that relaxed her stiff body even more. Finally she received welcome relief from the results of her "informal interview" with Dirty Harry. She remembered him being inside of her, dispensing his seed, and the memory caused her to work the very tip a finger into her canal with the intent of rinsing it clean. She hadn't intended the action to trigger arousal. As soon as the finger tip entered the tight portal her body tensed and her sweet voice moaned. Nat observed and smiled. She had personal experience with the drug she'd been administered and knew sexual arousal was a weird but useful side effect.
When the finger moved about an inch into the canal it bumped against the artificial hymen. Its sensors transmitted the information to a central computer that saved the information and forwarded it over the TCL LAN to one of dozens of computer monitors in the security office. Several guards had been waiting for the event to happen. They always watched the new interns closely. Money exchanged hands as bets were settled.
It was as if Tyler was alone in the room. She'd completely forgotten about Nat as the woman quietly slipped out of her clothing and entered the tub behind her. Tyler jumped in surprise when the woman sank to the bottom of the tub and moved her arms around her, but strangely the presence of another comforted her. Tyler felt her warm breasts and hard pulsating nipples rubbing against her back and liked it.
"We're a tight group of ladies in this wing," Nat whispered into Tyler's ear. "We'd do anything for each other, and I'll do anything for you except go away."
Tyler heard but discarded the whispers. All she could think about was the weird piece of what felt like pliable rubber in her vagina. Her finger pressed against the disk and it stretched, and as it did a jolt of stinging pain stiffened her body and made her gasp aloud.
"What happens when this breaks?" Tyler asked in a relaxed voice.
"It starts a forty eight hour timer," Nat replied. "Your current project is analyzed by the heads of the four departments; research, production, marketing, and sales. Each reports on their evaluation of your project from their viewpoint. Dirty Harry will determine if the research is accurate, production will decide if it can be produced efficiently, marketing will consider potential applications, and sales will assess its customer base for the application. In other words, it is determined if you have developed something useful. When the timer expires you meet with the CEO and are either terminated or offered a coveted tenure position."
"What's the ratio?"
Nat carefully considered the inquiry. "Out of the sixteen interns per department, probably two make it, but it's hard to say. TCL goes through growth spurts."
Nat gently tugged Tyler's hand from between her legs and replaced it with her own. Tyler had never been intimate with another woman, but she was grateful for her support and too exhausted to fight her. A finger tenderly moved between the lips, pressed against the opening, and gently pushed inside. Tyler flinched and groaned from the weird position she found herself in.
"Shh, just relax, sweetheart," Nat whispered. "I know you're sore and feeling strange and a little scared being in a new environment with people you don't know. Just close your eyes and picture yourself on a beach with warm, gentle waves cascading over your body."
Tyler did just that, and in her mind she laid on that beach watching the surfing partner she missed so much hang ten. A smile formed on her full lips as the day's stress and tension melted away. Nat's finger moved in enough to bump up and stretch the hymen and cause a weird tugging sensation in her canal that didn't quite hurt. Her lower belly warmed up as she slowly became sexually aroused from the intimate contact, which surprised Tyler. She never thought she'd be comfortable being with another woman.
"Everything feels wonderful, and that scent is very relaxing," Tyler whispered. "You really knew what I needed."
Tyler wondered if Nat was really the friend she claimed to be or if she was just acting on the behalf of TCL. But she couldn't bring herself to ask the question. It wasn't that she thought Nat would lie; Tyler was afraid she might tell her the truth. She needed a friend and confidant more than anything else right now, even if she had to lie to herself to get one.
"When did you lose your real cherry?" Tyler asked. She wanted to learn more about the woman that was holding her nude form.
As Nat's left hand fingered Tyler's vagina, the fingers of her right hand lightly danced over the soft, supple skin of a breast. Tyler moaned as her nipples swelled and hardened.
"I wish it was sweet and romantic, but it wasn't," Nat sighed in regret. "We're all alike here, fast-burners wrapped up in our work. I graduated high school at sixteen and was in college two weeks later. I was nineteen and in my junior year. It sounds so cliché but it was a dark and stormy spring night and I was working on a lab project with my partner, Dale. He was a friend to me but nothing more, but apparently he had feelings for me."
Nat caressed the nipples with the tips of her index fingers as the other fingers gently fondled the round bottom of her swells, occasionally lifting the breasts and pressing against them. Her long legs shifted and wrapped around Tyler's slender waist.The new intern found it to be very erotic as the curls of Nat's pubic hair rubbed against her lower back.
"Lightning knocked the power out so we sat on the floor in the dark with bright flashes filling the lab and heavy wind-blown rain hammering against the windows. It was a little scary and Dale was quick to comfort me by taking me into his arms. It wasn't long before he made a pass and we started kissing. It was slow at first but then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and we were kissing hot and heavy."
In Tyler's mind she wasn't on the beach any more. She was that innocent young woman in her lab partner's arms. The initial warmth in her loins grew into a small fire, and thick essence seeped from her flesh. She placed her soft hands on Nat's thighs and lovingly caressed the silky smooth skin. She leaned her head down and kissed the hand that stroked her breast. Nat moved her middle finger into Tyler's mouth and she began sucking on it like a penis.
"He reached for my breasts. Initially I pushed him away but he kept at it and wore me down. When he realized I wasn't brushing his hands away any more he started fondling them through my clothing. A few moments later he started tugging at the buttons of my blouse. I was really scared and nervous. But once he pushed my blouse open and cupped my bare breasts my fear seemed to evaporate as my belly became warm and tingly inside."
Nat's saliva-soaked finger retreated from Tyler's warm mouth. She rubbed the wet finger on each of Tyler's erect nipples in turn, smearing them with the wetness. They glistened in the dancing firelight of the candles. Tyler couldn't believe how glorious this time with Nat was turning out to be, and she loved her for it.
"He touched me tentatively at first, as if he wasn't sure what my reaction would be. But when I softly moaned, he was suddenly all over the supple mounds and nipples. He squeezed and fondled them, and it was wonderful. I still remember how exciting it was being touched for the first time. After a few moments he broke our kissing and moved his mouth to the swells and pink tips and started licking and sucking all over them. I was so aroused I swear I could feel my juices squirting, and my panties were soaked within seconds. That's when I knew he was going to be my first, because there's no way I could stop myself."
Tyler softly sighed and moaned as she savored the wonderful fragrance emanating from the candles. Nat's finger moved at just the right pace, arousing her very slowly, just enough to keep her stimulated and wet but not sparking intense passion. It was beautiful. Her fingers fluttered over her breasts like the wings of butterflies, keeping her nipples hard and throbbing. It almost made the pain and suffering of the procedure worthwhile; almost.
She moved her hands from Nat's thighs and reached them around and onto her buttocks. The tips of her fingers nervously extended to her center, through soft curls of pubic hair that fringed her lips. Tyler touched another woman for the first time, and it both aroused and intrigued her. The lips were warm and soft. A single finger pushed between the folds and explored the valley of her womanhood as Nat's voice sounded her approval.
"I think he sensed that, also. He guided me onto my back and loosened my shorts. That's when I got scared again. My entire body trembled as his fingers grasped my shorts and panties and simultaneously pulled them off my legs. I didn't resist when he pushed my thighs apart and revealed all I had to offer. I nervously looked up at him as he gazed at my nude body, illuminated by bright flashes of light. He smiled down at me as he unbuckled his pants, exposed his swollen penis, and lowered himself between my legs."
The story was briefly interrupted when Tyler pushed a finger into Nat's tight canal. It moved in about an inch before it bumped against the hymen. She probed its shape and texture and found it to be rectangular, to allow passage of blood during menstruation. She pressed harder until it stretched, and listened to Nat's whispered moaning. She started moving her finger at the same speed that Nat was touching her. Nat leaned forward and kissed the back of Tyler's neck. When Tyler turned to face her their lips kissed. It was the first time Tyler had ever kissed a woman with desire in her heart. They kissed several times before Nat returned to her as-yet unfinished story.
"He positioned my knees on his shoulders and rolled me onto my upper back. He hovered above me, supported by an extended arm as his other hand carefully guided his penis through my outer lips and pushed into my wet slit. The head moved up and down until he felt the hole. His round tip hesitated at the orifice for a brief moment in time. I don't know if he was giving me a last chance to stop him or if there was another cause for the delay. When his hips moved forward I felt pressure as he forced the walls apart and slowly eased inside. He advanced again and I softly cried out as he tore through my real hymen. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized the enormity of what I'd given him, and a few tears rolled down my cheeks. But the wonderful sensations that his movements created were so inspiring."
Even in the retelling it was an emotional event for Nat and tears rimmed her eyes. Tyler could hear the change in her voice and sensed her fragile emotional state. As Nat wiped away the tears the new intern moved until she faced Nat. Tyler's arms embraced her in a show of support that she was only too happy to provide.
Anxious to change the mood, Tyler asked "So, did you climax?"
Nat chuckled through her tears and continued the story. "Oh, my, did I ever! He was very gentle with me and he took his time working himself inside of my tight canal. After his full length filled me he started these long, slow strokes that had my juices flowing. It was incredible. I groaned aloud as the lightning flashed and thunder boomed and concentrated on the tingling pleasure that shook my body. After a short while he started pumping faster, driving deeper than before as our bodies slapped together and his balls thumped against my ass."
Tyler was surprised by the fast-developing bond she felt for Nat and also by the strange attraction. Nat was easy to get to know and was willing to share her thoughts and emotions so freely. Tyler appreciated that. Now it was her turn to start crying, but she was careful not to let Nat see.
"I'd say we were going at it about five minutes when I experienced a surge of excitement. My lower belly grew hot and I felt this amazing tingling sensation. It kept intensifying, getting stronger and stronger, rippling all through me. When it peaked I gasped in surprise as my body went rigid. Then all hell broke loose. I was crying out in ecstasy and jerking and shuddering like a girl possessed. I was climaxing like crazy and dripping with wetness. Just as it was ending Dale climaxed, initially into me but at the most inopportune moment he slipped out and was squirting semen all over my boobs and face. That's pretty traumatic for a virgin. Some got into my mouth. That was my first taste of it. Yuk!"
Tyler laughed aloud as she pictured that happening. Nat joined in and they shared the moment which lightened the mood considerably.
"I'd love to hear about your first sexual encounter some time," Nat whispered in a seductive voice. "But I'd rather do something else right now."
It was a special kiss at the perfect moment. Nat reached up and cupped Tyler's soft face in both hands and stared into her entrancing pale green eyes. Her mouth slowly closed the distance that separated them. In the dim flickering glow of the candles their lips met. This time electric-like tingling stimulated their flesh and renewed the diminishing excitement. Nat's hot tongue pushed deeply into Tyler's mouth, swishing from side to side and entwining with her tongue before withdrawing. Tyler's tongue mimicked the motion, and they traded the same penetrating, passionate kisses over and over. Soft moaning filled the air.
Without interrupting the kissing Tyler leaned forward as Nat reclined. Tyler filled her hands with Nat's magnificent breasts, kneading on the mounds as she pinched the hard nipples. It seemed so weird touching a woman with desire in her smoldering loins. Her mouth left Nat's and descended to a nipple. She eagerly licked and sucked on the rubbery tip, laughing to herself when she felt the nub throbbing between her lips and against her tongue. Nat loudly groaned and arched her back. She thrust her swells harder into Tyler's loving hands and mouth.
"Somebody recharged your batteries," Nat said as she was surprised by Tyler's sudden display of strength after an otherwise exhausting day.
Tyler moved her head up and looked directly into Nat's brown eyes. "You did."
"Can we take this to your bed? I'm getting wrinkled."
"I know!" Tyler exclaimed. "I can't believe the bath water is still so warm. It must be us."
"Technology," Nat informed her. "It's a smart tub. Select the level and temperature and give it a few minutes to perform its magic. The water is constantly circulated and heated. Sorry to disappoint you."
"This place is going to spoil me, isn't it," Tyler suspected.
"Rotten," Nat added with a smile, hinting that she herself already was.
They both climbed out of the tub. Nat reached into a closet and grabbed two white terry cloth towels bearing the TCL logo. She handed Tyler one, knelt down, and started drying her off. As she dried each portion of skin Nat applied a kiss. After drying off Tyler's left leg she was distracted by the smell of her sex. Nat's mouth pressed against her pussy and started gorging herself on the delicious flesh.
"Oh!" Tyler exclaimed in surprise as she leaned back against the wall.
There was a slurping sound as fingers, lips, and tongue all joined forces and converged on her juicy canal and swollen clit. A finger worked in and out of her pussy, stretching the hymen and inflicting minor pain that was anything but painful. Her essence was readily dispensed and glazed the face of her new lover. It trickled into her exploring mouth. Tyler savored the pleasure that embraced her flesh and fueled the inferno in her loins.
"Oh Nat, sweetheart, you're so naughty," she whispered breathlessly, followed by weak laughter. "You're making me feel so great. Oh, yes."
Nat wanted this so badly, and now that the opportunity was here she wanted to do it justice. She swallowed the juice that found its way into her mouth and felt as it coated her cheeks, lips, and chin. Her finger moved faster in and out of Tyler's canal as her mouth licked and sucked on the enlarged clit. Tyler's hands reached down and wrapped around her head, pulling her tighter against her pussy as she slowly sank to the floor on her left side and curled up around the mouth that was delivering such delight.
"I was barely eighteen. It was the summer after my sophomore year of college," Tyler started her revelation. "It was a beautiful starry night. Three of us were sitting on our surf boards out on the ocean waiting for a good wave, but it was pathetically calm. When one finally came we all made our move, but I caught it just right. It was bigger than I thought and I misjudged and was thrown into the surf. My two friends dragged me out and helped me to the beach where all three of us collapsed onto the sand."
Tyler wasn't sure how much more her body could take. How many times had she climaxed since her plane landed on the tarmac; could a girl have too many? Such thoughts were quickly chased away as a jolt of tingling delight stiffened her muscles. She heard her own voice groaning aloud as it peaked and diminished.
"We were lying beside one another on top of our surf boards. Daniel and Jeff both started talking about girls and sexual exploits, and I started getting so ticked off that I finally told them both to stop. Daniel started playfully punching my left arm, which I returned as I punched his right. That turned to tickling. I'm horribly ticklish. He really had me going and when he promised to stop in return for a kiss I nodded my head in agreement. When our lips met they didn't stop. Our tongues slid into each other's mouth. His left hand reached over and cupped a breast through my bikini top. I reached my hands around, popped the fastener open, and nervously watched as it fell to the sand.
"I adored them both. They were great guys and I felt completely at ease around them. They were my best friends. I guess that's why it happened. As Daniel and I kissed and he fondled my left breast, Jeff placed a hand on my flat stomach and started caressing me as his mouth kissed my right breast. It was wonderful as I lay there looking up at the stars with the two greatest guys in the world enjoying my body. Excitement sparked a fire that filled my belly with warmth, hardened my nipples, and started my essence flowing."
Nat's tongue and finger both hit the perfect spot simultaneously and triggered another jolt of pleasure. She stiffened and powerfully shuddered as the tingling rippled through her flesh, radiating outwards from her center and echoing back and forth several times. Her voice trailed off and was replaced by moaning. After a few seconds her story resumed.
"Jeff's hand pushed beneath my bikini bottoms and moved between my thighs. They shifted apart for him and he began probing my moist lips. When his fingers descended into my slit I was wet and slippery. Touching me like that must have gotten him hard fast because within seconds he retreated from my breast, knelt on the sand beside me, and peeled off my bikini bottoms. I was so hot I didn't care which one had me. My legs parted invitingly and Jeff eagerly accepted. He pushed off his trunks and settled between my bronzed thighs."
Nat's licking and sucking grew louder the wetter Tyler became. Her essence filled the unmoving air in the luxurious bathroom and tinged it with the smell of sex. Tiny droplets of perspiration leaked from her pores and dampened her soft skin. When the air kicked on the cool, dry blast of cold chilled her to the bone as she desperately clung to Nat's head and remained curled up around it. With her back arched, Tyler's lithe form twitched and shuddered.
"I reached down and guided him into me, between the folds and into my slit. I placed him against my entrance and wrapped my arms around his neck. As he pushed I grimaced from the stinging pain created when my tight walls were forcibly stretched. After he was inside I braced myself for what I knew was coming next. On his next push I felt the sharp jolt of my cherry being ripped open. He moved deeper. I kept thinking I was glad it was Jeff.
"I lay back on the surfboard that I loved and looked up at the stars as he filled and stroked my pussy. I groaned and vibrated in excitement as I savored my first experience. I felt like crying but I fought back the tears and concentrated on the tingling warmth that filled me. He climaxed before I did and ejaculated as he burrowed deeply into me, but I wasn't disappointed. I was happy I could give him that brief pleasure. It had still been wonderful."
Tyler didn't climax that night, but she was on the verge of it now. Her voice cracked at the very end. No sooner did the story finish than her body momentarily tensed. Tremendous spasms wracked her sore, tired body as a flood of essence was released. She felt it smearing on her thighs and ass as Nat held on for dear life. Waves of tingling delight rushed through her flesh and left her body writhing and breathless.
"Oh, what a rush," Tyler commented as she uncoiled her body. "You okay down there?"
"Now that was one wild ride," Nat replied as she sat up beside Tyler and leaned against the wall.
They both sat in silence for several minutes as they caught their breath. Tyler reached a hand down between her legs and felt the immense wetness that clung to her skin. It felt strange being completely bald down there.
"We're a mess," Tyler confirmed.
"I think we need to slide back into the tub," Nat suggested. And so they did.
Afterwards they toweled one another dry and slipped beneath the covers of the king-sized bed. It was already delightfully warm. Tyler realized she would have a lot to learn.
"Smart-bed technology?" Tyler asked.
"The brightest minds in the world are all here under one roof with almost unlimited resources. Would you expect anything less?" Nat questioned.
It sounded like a propaganda film and made Tyler reconsider her friendship, but she needed Nat and buried her suspicions into the darkest recesses of her brilliant mind. Betrayal loomed on the horizon, but not from the direction she expected.