a corner and jerk off two or three times.
“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control
his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain
started activating its connections. Lights danced on
the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.
“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s
really running!”
“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”
An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”
muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”
Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would
see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his
dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four
feet over.
He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but
his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside
his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked
gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up
at him.
To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and
she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s
arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she
quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have
come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped
Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.
“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-
factly.
What could he say? “Yes.”
“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”
“Yes.”
She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen
balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.
Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying
hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-
exhaled, half-moaned.
She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,
and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.
“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!
I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”
She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,
moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan
deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and
sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system
console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her
long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted
into her warm and welcoming wetness.
Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was
intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan
with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her
legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.
Give me everything you got.”
They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.
His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried
to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could
feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he
gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”
Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.
Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–
that the only two things in the universe were her tight young
pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together
faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew
that soon the spasm would come.
Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding
flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,
uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over
her in blissful waves.
When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they
glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was
storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia
since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to
and there was nothing else for it to do before the London
stock exchange opened.
“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”
Ryan said gently.
“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.
You can take care of me.”
He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.
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