I woke on Fri with Jill straddling my hip, my cock deep inside her. She worked her rose hip in a dull elliptic question, a woolgathering feel on her brass. She stopped for a moment as her whole body shuddered.

"That 's three,"she announced as she climbed off me,"and I 'll bet you need into the bath."

She was right. As I came out, she was dressing. I dug out wearing apparel and dressed. She had disappeared down the hall. I followed, finding her in the kitchen digging for breakfast stuff and nonsense while the coffee pot gurgled and hissed.

Over mo loving cup of deep brown, Jill told me a lot about how women feel and and what they want. I realized just how shallow my understanding had been. We took our coffee out to the shed. With her advice, we reworked the routine I 'd developed, we changed them to storm up to the replete sense impression, rather than come on all at once. They needed testing and after some serious-minded considerateness, Jill agreed to be my test subject.

"okey, first test,"I said,"quietus and wake."

She yawned hugely, composed herself, and was asleep. A few seconds later, her eyes reopened as she stretched.

"perfect,"she said,"I felt sleepy and had a little time to adjudicate in and the waking was a lot gentler."

"Second test,"I said,"Jabberwocky."

"Hmm,"she mussed, when she came out of it with a double-dyed knowledge of C++,"does n't appear to make a good deal difference."

"I did n't think it would,"I said,"I recall it was a lot like day dreaming when I used it on myself, not deceased, but just disinterested in what might be going on around me."

"You 're right,"she said,"that 's a good description of how I felt too."

Third test,"I announced,"sexual climax. We need to think up a better gens. make"

"Hit me,"she said,"Aaaahh ! AAAaaahhh ! AAAAAAaIIIEEEE ! !"

Jill was panting, recovering from her induced orgasm.

"Nice crescendo effect,"I observed.

"Much ripe,"she panted out,"I knew it was coming, no pun intended, and was ready for it. A slight long 'ramp'might be upright, but it 's much better than last night."

"Can you explain that ?"I asked her.

"lastly night, each one hit like a sledge cock,"she said,"this is more like a strong push."

"We 'll leave it at that for now."I told her.

We talked about other reactions that we might spark off, such as thirst, thirst, laughter, and crying. I did n't see much real use for any of them at the mo, but made eminence anyway. Claudia ran in, grabbed some things from her desk and ran out yelling 'appointments'. Jill and I looked at each other and bristle into laughter. Conner and Lisa sauntered in got burnt umber for themselves and found seats.

I explained, briefly what we 'd been doing. Lisa thought the changes were a good idea, Jill enthusiastically agreed. Conner thought a toned down version of the 'afterglow'might be useful if we started using outsiders as read or test subjects. I made a eminence of that too.

Soon, Conner and Lisa were thick into creating tenacious picayune flick with easily backgrounds and other effects. Jill, with a little coaching, was running mo of the scan on herself, making bank bill. I worked on a less obtrusive headset and the tablet interface for portable use, as well as a punter graphical user interface for the tablet.

The phone rang, Jill being penny-pinching at the consequence answered it, made brief remark and let out a happy squeal. She handed the sound to me. It was Jennifer. Her mother had agreed to the carry-over ! function of the reason was the 'friend'she could stay put with at a rent down than what the dorm room cost. She would be make to go after her end class next Fri. I shared the news and everyone thought it was great.

Claudia breezed in, waving a eluding of paper.

"I did it !"she crowed,"I sold one of your games !"

"What ?"said Conner,"Witch one ?"

"That matter with the dragons and flying sailing ships."Claudia said, presenting the paper, a check, to Conner.

Conner 's middle opened wide."You sold Skyworld for a hundred thousand Syrian pound ?"

"They were looking for something in the genre to go against a competitor, and they liked your graphics."Claudia explained,"I had to sell the fully right hand to them, so they can make modification without asking you, but there is a small royal line involved."

"Royalty ?"said Conner in a daze.

When gross sales, after their product and marketing monetary value exceed the 100 K,"Claudia said,"you will get some small quantity for every copy sold. I have a contract bridge for you to contract that I 'll choose back on Monday, and I 'll need a couple more copies of the game."

"We need to celebrate !"I said,"What 's your favorite restaurant, Conner ?"

"We need to immediate payment that check first,"said Claudia,"or put it in the bank. Energy Department Wallace and billing even have a bank account ?"

"We will by Monday noonday,"said Conner

"I can cover dinner,"I said,"the company can pay me back."

We all piled into the land rover for an early dinner. Our celebration closed the restaurant, closed the local anesthetic pub, and eliminated every drop of beer in the star sign. We, or I at least, learned a valuable lesson ; falling down drunk and sex do not mix well. I also found out about hangovers.

I had made my way to the kitchen to sit at the mesa, holding my caput when Jill breezed in, I was wondering if I wanted to live on. She set a food market sack on the heel counter and grew a glass of water then sprinkled a tiny quantity of salt into the glass.

"Drink this,"she said brightly,"it will help."

I took the drinking glass and gulped it down. Seconds later my stomach told me that I should n't have done that. I barely made it to the sink.

Jill wiped my face with a poise, wet washcloth. She gave me another deoxyephedrine of water instructing me to rinse and spit. She guided me to a chair at the kitchen tabular array and placed a small drinking glass of some odd looking succus and a slice of dry pledge before me

"Take small bites of the toast, and only as much of the succus as you need to get it down,"she instructed,"do n't worry, you wont be mad again.

I glared at her, as she sat there, humming a merry strain through her bright smile, reading the morn paper. She made little jostle motions toward the toast and juice. I nibbled off a petite bite of toast and took an equally tiny sip of the juice, waiting for stomach to try out her haywire. I 'd eaten about one-half of the piece of toast when she lay a pair of St. Joseph on the board and refilled the juice glass. I grunted my thanks.

"One at a time,"she said,"and wind up the toast before you take the 2d one."

I got the first one Down, and returned to nibbling at the pledge. I was vaguely mindful that she had started coffee brewing and put bread in the wassailer. I finished the toast and gulped down the second pill. I was looking around for the juice nursing bottle when I realized I was thirsty. Jill handed me a second slash of toast, and refilled the gass.

"Eggs will be prepare soon,"she said,"beginning to feel better ?"

"Yeah, my head does n't finger like it will devolve off,"I replied,"and I think I 'm past being afraid I 'll live part. hand me the butter."

"No butter,"she said,"but here 's a pot of jam."

"What happened final night ?"I asked,"The live thing I remember is walking into The Battered Boar."

"Here are your eggs."she said, placing a small plate of scrambled eggs on the table,"kickoff time getting really drunk ?"

"Yeah,"I answered,"I ca n't recall ever having more than one small looking glass of beer or wine with a repast. And, public speaking of meals, can I make some more testicle ?"

"postponement an 60 minutes or two,"she said,"then we 'll see how you 're doing."

"okeh, you 're the medico,"I agreed,"Do I smell burnt umber ?"

"Me ? The MD ?"she said smiling,"Do you see a blue box around here ?"

I grinned back, as she served me one-half of a cup of coffee, cautioning me to sip it slowly.

Conner and Lisa burst through the front door in luxuriously spirits

"So,"called out Conner,"he 's going to live ?"

"Seems so."answered Jill.

"You were something else death night."said Lisa.

"Oh, God,"what did I do ?"I asked, feeling the headache coming back.

"Let 's see,"said Conner,"Claimed, loudly, that you could stimulate any girl beg for mercy, that you could learn anybody anything, and challenged everyone to recount Jabberwocky. .."

"Do n't forget the table dancing."Lisa added

"Oh, God."I repeated."There must be a monastery, somewhere far away, where I can hide."

"Based on the crowd 's response,"said Jill,"you have a hopeful vocation in comedy."

We all went out to the shed. I still was n't at my best, but getting some work done seemed a better choice than moping around the house alone. Conner and Lisa were soon deep into the creative cognitive process of game design. I was working at synthesizing function to make specific sensations. Using a modified, 32 channel sound social, I could select a specific location and practice a orient stimulation. Jill was my field of study for this, reporting location and quality in a running comment. I had the computer phonograph record both the settings and sound to help with hereafter experimentation. Jill had been disgustingly cheerful all daybreak, and that irritated me. I set out to play the feeling of my hangover, to get 'even'with her. I programmed a dull headache, shaver sickness, fretful middle, and a general low level muscle pain. I was double checking the settings, making sure the strength was low, when Claudia walked in, even cheerier than the relief of them had been. I Jerked around to glare at her and a pile of consultation books, wanton papers, and notebooks cascaded across the board, scrambling my careful stage setting. With a suspiration, I started to clean up the mess, asking Jill to help to straighten up the avalanche of papers and affair, muttering about the need to preserve affair neat. She stepped up to my workbench and started stacking written document and books into neat haemorrhoid. I noticed her movements seemed mechanical and sloshed. I glanced up, her side was blank, showing none of her usual animation. I grabbed her wrist, she kept on straining one handed.

"Jill, stop."I said trying to keep the fear out of my interpreter.

She dropped her hands to her position, standing there without moving.

"Jill, are you alright ?"I asked.

"Yes."she said, in a dull, matted monotone.

I told her to sit down. She sat on the trading floor. I told her to stand. She stood back up. I told her to sit in a electric chair. She stepped to the nighest vacuous president and sat down. By this metre everyone was staring at Jill and I. I forced the computer to pull through a endorse copy of the place setting and television. Everyone started talking at once, asking doubtfulness and demanding answer

"silence, please,"I said, just loud enough to get their care."Let me think."

I quickly reviewed some psychology textual matter I 'd inadvertently memorized. I Wordlessly signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Jill,"I said,"The next prison term I say 'wake up'you will waken ; refreshed, relaxed, and calmness. You will clearly retrieve everything that happened in the past hour. Do you empathize ?"

"Yes."she said in the same monotone.

"Jill,"I said,"wake up."

"What just happened ?"Jill asked amid a group exhale of relief

"I think,"I said,"I hypnotized you."

"Bullocks !"she snapped,"I 've tried to be hypnotized many times, it never works on me."

"From what I know,"I said,"there are two decisive factors in Greco-Roman hypnotism, a firm faith in the mesmerist and a point of direction. With this direct brain stimulation, neither are a factor."

"Am I still hypnotized ? She asked,"how could I tell ?"

"Get me a cup of chocolate and root for a ill-used filter out of the trash and bat it."I said.

"Eww !"she said,"that 's nasty, and get your own coffee."

"I think it is good to say you are no longer hypnotized."I said dryly.

We were talking about the electric potential function and possible abuse of this latest development when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, a typeface peering through a minor gap in the curtains. I squelched my straightaway reaction and picked up the tablet from my work bench and stepped toward Conner and Lisa.

"prison term for another test,"I announced loudly, then sotto voice to Conner,"Somebody is peeking in the windowpane, go out through he garage and try to nab him."then to Lisa,"Announce something really grungy and start a slow strip to concord their attention."then loudly again,"Jill, why do n't you help Conner get ready."

"Claudia, ease up me a deal here."I said making a show of fitting the headset to Lisa.

Lisa seemed to struggle getting out of her shirt, while I quickly filled in Claudia. Lisa claimed she wanted to try three guys at once, with two of them in her ass. I fumbled with her bra while Claudia played with her pap. We heard a startled cry and a bit of thumping against the bulwark, then Conner and Jill burst through the doorway, holding a weaselly little character, our voyeur.

"I know this guy,"said Claudia,"He wo n't reach me a tumble because he thinks my tits are too small. His figure is Ricky something."

"You do n't dare do anything to me,"he sneered,"I 've seen what you guys do and if I rat you out to the dean, you 'll all get expelled. But if you let me in on the fun, I 'll proceed my mouth shut."

"fountainhead, Crap."I muttered.

I took the headset from Lisa and fit it over Ricky 's oral sex and hit the sleep button. Two seconds later he was levelheaded asleep. It was honest that if the dean had to make official notice of our happy games, we could very well be expelled on some variety of ethical motive violation. On the other hand, that same official card could affect the shoal 's reputation. We needed to neutralize this guy, preferably in a way that was n't too blatantly illegal. Conner wondered aloud if my suggestion matter might do the trick.

"It 's not some magic bullet like you see on the telly or movies."I said,"according to the text, it 's more like quitting fag, takes constant repeat and repetition."

"What about the memory thing, Jabberwocky ?"Asked Lisa,"Ca n't you just erase his retentivity of spying on us ?"

"I 'm not for certain,"I said,"Think of it like a computer unvoiced parkway. New entropy is written as a single filing cabinet, but lifelike store are more like a badly fragmented drive, small parts scattered all over the place."

"And you would require to find all the percentage to erase it."Conner concluded.

We kicked estimate around for over an 60 minutes and decided to try some, more or less, uncomplicated aversion therapy. Conner and Lisa generated some movies of monster wanderer crawling all over the mansion and shed. Jill found some creepy medicine loaded with subsonic absolute frequency that would produce inscrutable anxiety. Claudia still wanted what she called 'revenge sex'. In the end, we brought Ricky up to consciousness under the hypnotism program and Claudia after placing a condom, rode him like a horse at the John L. H. Down while I triggered him to eight orgasms, leaving him gasping like fish left on the riverbank. Conner took a short circuit television of Claudia laughing like a maniac and added in more giant spiders. I played all these into his mastermind at the highest power I dared use, making them all into authorize sharp memories that should overshadow his real storage. I did that about ten metre in all.

In the end, it seemed to work on. We released him on the sidewalk out front. He took a looking at around and, once he saw the house, he took off running like all the demons of hell were after him. Claudia, with Lisa for backup were waiting two blocks away under a street lamp so Claudia would be clearly seeable. When he got close sufficiency to identify Claudia, he screamed and took off in another direction. We never saw Ricky again, but a few rumors surfaced. He 'd been seen babbling about the girl who had tried to fuck him to decease and almost succeeded. Another rumor said he 'd impart the country for northerly Canada where there were few spiders.

Lisa, claiming that getting her tits played with had 'flipped her switch', drug Conner behind the privacy curtains I 'd made. Claudia insisted I do something about the 'bad taste'Ricky had left behind and Jill offered to help.

In the theater, the girls shed there clothes and were quickly hard at it, licking and sucking at each other 's puss and button as they lay across the bed. Claudia was on top at the moment. I applied lube to her pussy and my pecker and while Jill backed off to just licking Claudia 's clit, I drove my putz deep into Claudia with one unruffled stroke. I gave her several strokes and moved to the early side. Jill rolled them over, to get on top. I slammed my stopcock into her giving her several hard stokes. She gasped and growled deep in her pharynx. spine to Claudia, I grabbed the lube and put a generous total on my finger's breadth, working it gently into her ass while I stroked into her pussy. She gasped as well moaning with pleasure at the gentle double penetration. I gave Jill the Lapplander treatment, but with two fingerbreadth and considerably rougher. Jill stopped me when I went to shift sides again. She positioned herself, leaning back against the headboard, pulling Claudia into he lap and hooked Claudia 's legs over her own. I did n't call for any coaching, seeing the two kitty one above the other. I slammed into Jill, then a little more slowly into Claudia. Jill reached around and began pinching and twisting Claudia 's lilliputian nipples. With a gasp, Claudia held Jill 's hand to a tit and began to violently rub her own clit. I began to flap down into them, one after the other. Their moaning got louder and their breathing spell was coming in huge pant. Their climax came one, quickly after the other, Jill growling deep in her throat, Claudia hissing through clenched tooth. I only managed a few more solidus before I softened. We untangled ourselves, and stretched out on the bed together catching our breath. Claudia hitched herself up to count more directly into my optic. I placed a manus on her ass to help.

"Do you want to be intimate my ass ?"she asked in a achromatic vocalisation not quite asking me to, but not rejecting the idea either.

"I 'd love to,"I said,"when you want to and after some careful preparation."

She accepted that, while she wiggled her ass against my palm. After a time I heard the Volvo start and drive off. Jill pulled blanket up and we eventually drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remembered was Claudia giving me a diffuse kiss while she said 'thank you'.