Chapter 13: Not-eNerd

Brian was, understandably, very nervous to be in a girl’s room alone with her for the first time. Though he was trying to act cool, carrying his little camera bag and pole lights, Angie could see him shaking. He fidgeted with the bag in his hand as if unsure where to put it.

“You can just set that anywhere,” Angie instructed, opening the closet door and pulling out some of Angela’s gross, stuffy clothes.

Brian set the camera bag on her desk and leaned the bag with his lights against the edge of it. He still couldn’t get over the fact that he was going to see a girl naked, and a girl he’d had a crush on since they did their project together. Angela was super smart, and he’d always thought she was pretty. She didn’t show it off, like some of the “cool” girls, but he wasn’t blind. The past couple of days, though, that had suddenly changed. While it was different, it wasn’t all that surprising.

Lots of the kids were going through sudden changes with graduation coming. It was like the experience had shifted people’s perspectives about their future, which made sense, and some of them were embracing becoming adults, changing their looks, or their music. Even Jessica Rain, a black-haired goth girl for the last four years, had shown up this week as a blonde in blue jeans and cowboy boots!

Brian watched Angie pulling out clothes and looking them over, marveling at the change in her appearance from just putting her hair down and taking off her glasses. To say nothing of the tight top that displayed her boobs so prominently. He thought again that this might be the best decision of his life.

Angie settled on her choice for the first shoot, a baggy, gray blouse that came up to her neck, and a pair of loose, linen pants with wide legs. It was one of the ugliest things she’d ever seen. She threw the clothes on the bed, fished a pair of Angela’s glasses out of a tote on the floor, and then stripped off her shirt. Brian made a little squeaking sound. Shit, she’d almost forgotten the little twerp was there.

“Well, I’m going to be taking them off again later, anyway, right?” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Uh, yeah. Ok,” Brian stammered.

He made a show of checking his camera over, watching from the corner of his eye, while Angie pulled the blouse on, then changed her pants and underwear. She wrapped her hair up in a tight bun, and then slipped the glasses on. Glancing in the mirror, she mentally compared herself to Angela and decided it was perfect.

“I think I’m ready,” she said to Brian.

Brian nodded, already setting up the lights, which drove the shadows from the room. He also placed a second camera on a tripod with a wide view of the room. Once finished, he took up his camera and asked, “So, uh, how do you want to, um, start?”

“Well, you’re the director, Mr. Meyer. Direct!”

Brian glowed at the praise. Film school was coming, but he was getting to work with his first actress right now!

“Okay,” he said, closed his eyes for a moment, and then said, “This is a coming of age series. You’re realizing that you’re now an adult, and you’ve been so focused on making good grades and furthering your academic pursuits, that you’ve never learned about your own sexuality. You’re curious, and you’re afraid, but when you think about it at night, all alone, you touch yourself and wonder what it would be like to explore those feelings.”

Angie felt that he was describing himself to a tee, but she remained silent and nodded along.

“Since this is going to be an ongoing series, and you want people to engage with you, we don’t want to give too much away at first. We want to tantalize your audience and get them to connect with your uncertainty and eagerness. We’ll keep it short for now, and we’ll record some voice-over later. The thing with a lot of these Just4Fans girls is that they just film stuff as it happens, which is ok for the realism factor, but the idea here is to draw an audience that will come back repeatedly for the next episode. It’s like any good TV show. The story is what will draw them in. They’ll need to know what’s going to happen next, and how what already happened is going to change you as a character.”

Angie nodded, legitimately approving. It seemed she’d made the right pick with this guy. He might have been a nervous wreck when he was thinking about seeing a naked girl for the first time, but once he got to talking about what he loved, he was completely cool. It occurred to her, then, that this wasn’t only his chance to see a cute girl naked, it was his big debut as a filmmaker, and he was all-in.

“Sit on the bed, cross-legged, back against the headboard. Put those two toys in front of you, but don’t open them.”

Angie did as instructed, placing two sex toys she’d purchased today, with Brian in tow, on the bed in front of her. The first was a small pink vibrator, while the second was a larger rabbit that she was quite eager to get into her cunt later. She hadn’t cum since yesterday and it was getting unbearable.

Brian switched on the camera and stood at the foot of the bed.

“You’re curious,” he instructed, “You’ve never owned a sex toy before. You know, in theory, what they are, and you’re excited thinking about how they might feel. Will it be different from masturbation with your own fingers?”

Brian got a close-up view of Angie’s face as she chewed her lower lip in anticipation.

“Pick up the small one, and open it. You’re nervous. It’s just a plastic package, but your hands are shaky and unsure. You’re thinking about the possible pleasure it’s going to bring you.”

Angie took up the package and fumbled with it until she tore it open. She cast aside the wrapping and held the little toy in her hand, examining it like a nerdy scientist. Her fingers traced the silicone shape, and her eyes were wide and studious.

“Now, just touch it with the tip of your tongue, experimentally. You’ve heard the cheerleaders talk about putting a boy’s thing in your mouth. Will this be the same?”

Angie poked her tongue out and tickled the little toy with it, then giggled to herself like she was so naughty.

“Good! Good!” Brian praised her, “Now, lay it aside and open the next one. You’re just a little more confident. You’re becoming aroused at the thought of using them on yourself. Your trepidation is fading, and your curiosity is growing like the heat between your legs.”

Angie was not feeling any trepidation, but he’d pegged the warmth in her pussy, for sure. She unwrapped the next toy, more hurriedly this time, and opened her mouth in a little O of surprise, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of it. It was so much bigger than the other one. The flush in her cheeks, from her growing arousal, could easily be interpreted as a flush of embarrassment about her own feelings. Oh, Angela, what a naughty girl you’re going to be, she thought.

“Bring it to your mouth, and kiss the tip of it with your lips.”

Angie did, giving the toy a little kiss, then sliding her lips over the head of it for good measure.

“Great!” Brian said, his voice a bit husky, “Now, set it aside and pick up the first one.”

Angie picked up the small vibrator.

“Hold it up and switch it on. You’ll be surprised at the vibrations.”

Angie gasped as the toy began to vibrate in her hand.

“Keep your eyes on it. Let your other hand wander to your breast. Squeeze it gently. Just like that. Good! You’re so excited about what you’re going to do. It’s so different from the way you’ve acted your entire life. Good girls don’t buy sex toys to put in their vaginas. Naughty girls do that. You’re about to feel what it’s like to be a naughty girl, for the first time.”

Angie suppressed a chuckle as she squeezed her tit through her top. If only Brian had seen her being gangfucked last week, he might think otherwise. Of course, her own Brian played for the baseball team, and gangbangs were not an infrequent occurrence amongst that crowd. Angie had done a couple of them, blindfolded, so she might have even fucked this guy already.

“Let your hand with the toy stray to rest between your legs. You need to feel it, but you’re not excited enough to cross that line into letting it touch your naked flesh. Not yet.”

Angie continued to fondle her breasts through her top, and let the toy rest between her legs. As the vibrator made contact with her pussy through the cloth, she let her head fall back and eyes closed. She let out a small squeak of pleasure.

“Perfect!” Brian praised her, playing the camera across her half-lidded eyes, then capturing her face, then panning down her body, where she pawed her tits a bit more roughly. The camera slid down further, focusing on her hand, holding the pink toy against her parted legs.

"Now, undo the tie on your pants. You’re going to slide the toy inside, bringing it closer to its goal. Your excitement is growing, and you’re taking the next step. That first barrier is gone, your pants. Now, only your panties are in the way of truly feeling what it’s like to be a naughty girl that touches her pussy with sex toys.”

The ties came loose easily, and Angie loosened the drawstring, giving her hand enough room to slide beneath the light cloth. She had to give the boy credit. He was doing a great job getting her into character, and the thought of what she was doing to Angela was getting her so fucking wet. She was a mean girl, after all. Making herself feel good was her primary driving force in life. The idea that she could actually take over someone else’s life, and utterly change who they were was immensely exciting and powerful.

Angie pushed her hand into her pants, bringing the vibrating toy to her pussy. The hum of the thing was muted by the cloth as she rubbed it against her panties and let the pleasure show on her face. Fuck, that was good! Her hand continued to squeeze her tits through the blouse as she teased herself with the vibrator. Brian played the camera up to her face, capturing the feeling of excited bliss as she explored her new feelings.

“Let your excitement build,” Brian directed, “This is all so new, and it feels so good. Let your hand stray to the hem of your top, and slide under it. Slowly slide it up your stomach to your breast.”

Angie did as instructed, tracing her fingers up her belly, showing just a hint of her skin to the camera as she groped herself through her bra.

“Your pants are in the way now. You’ve become excited enough to push them down and show us your panties.”

Angie wiggled the pants down her legs and kicked them off, then pressed the toy against her pussy again, sliding it up and down her slit through the panties. Her excitement produced a visible wet spot on the crotch, which Brian was happy to capture in closeup. He alternated between her panting face, the toy rubbing her pussy, and her hands touching her breasts.

“Now, pull the panties to the side and let the toy touch your naked flesh for the first time. One more boundary has been crossed. You feel so naughty touching a sex toy against your bare pussy, the way only your hands have done up until now.”

Angie pulled the panties to the side, exposing her wet pussy to the camera, and then continued teasing her slit with the toy, the vibrations working her up as they pulsed through her crotch. The toy was slick with her arousal and she lingered against her clit, letting the vibrations propel her toward an orgasm. Fuck, she wanted to cum! She pinched her nipple through the thick bra as the camera captured the gentle rocking of her hips pushing against the good feelings building up inside of her.

“Slip it inside of you,” Brian said, his own arousal lending a quiet huskiness to his voice. Shit! His first film! His first naked vagina! This was a day to remember.

Angie pushed the little toy into her wet pussy and slowly began to fuck it in and out while she played with her tits, gasping as the feeling intensified. The camera focused on her busy hand, pushing in, pulling out, pausing inside of her to let the feeling build. She bucked her hips against the toy at the same time, wishing it was one of her hung clients rather than a tiny vibrator. A good, hard pounding underneath a sweating, grunting stud was what she really needed.

Brian watched in awe, silent now, as Angie lost herself in the pleasure of her impending orgasm. The little sighs and squeals she made were so erotic, he thought, his cock hard in his jeans. Watching a woman orgasm in person was nothing like porn made it out to be. This was incredible! He could see every quiver of her body as the feelings she gave herself swept through her, heard the hum of the vibrator and the wet, squishing sounds from between her legs. He imagined, if he were closer, that he could even smell the hot scent of her arousal. Angie’s sexy little moans became more impassioned as she got herself off in front of the camera until she finally found her release. Brian captured it all, already editing the footage in his head.

Chapter 14: Hotel Humpdate

Angela staggered out of Mike’s house with her head in a sexual fog. She’d thought she was familiar with what an orgasm felt like. Masturbation wasn’t something she did often, and the results hadn't exactly blown her mind, thus she’d never really felt the need to explore it more than was biologically necessary for a teenager with changing hormones. Holy shit, though, had she been wrong! For the first time, she understood Angie’s sex addiction. The hooking, she understood on a different level. That was just Angie fueling her kinks, but the physical pleasure of having an intense orgasm like the one she’d just experienced on the nameless roommate’s tongue was not something she’d been prepared for. Her extensive vocabulary failed to give her words to describe it, other than so damn good! She almost did give the guy his money back and ask for another one, but Angie would never do that.

Instead, she’d wrapped up business and, now, stumbled down the walkway with the most delicious feeling between her legs. As she exited the gate she fished the phone from her purse and called Brad.

“Hey, Princess,” he answered.

“Where are you?” she asked, “I’m getting bored.”

Brad sighed and said, “I’m almost finished. The locksmith got the keys made, so I’ll be on my way soon. I’ll pick you up at the Horizon store.”

“Fine,” Angela said, rolling her eyes for good measure, and started back toward the store.

She waited outside on a bench, eating a sandwich and replying to other requests for services. Since she was about to give up her pussy for the first time to Brad, though, she replied that she wasn’t available right now. While she waited, she pondered the upcoming fucking she was about to receive. Angela had always believed, somehow, that she’d meet some nice boy in college, and that they’d fumble around awkwardly to learn what this whole sex thing was all about. Circumstances being as they were, the timeline for sex education had sped up immensely.

The necessity of becoming a slut had taught her that the experience was far different from what she’d imagined, especially that damned tongue. That part made her tingle all over again as she remembered the writhing thing burrowing into her body and making her head explode with that incredible feeling. It made a perverted sort of sense. She was Angie, and Angie was her. Their bodies were bound to react the same way to the stimulation. If she’d had Angie’s life, she’d likely have turned out the same way, which meant that sluttiness was there inside of her.

That, also, made sense, when she considered her own actions today. It hadn’t really been the sexual acts themselves that she disliked. Those had actually been, in a weird way, enjoyable. Even the way Arnold had, essentially, degraded her and treated her as nothing more than a useful hole to unload his balls into had aroused her in a way she hadn’t thought possible. No, it wasn’t the acts themselves, but rather the fact that it was being forced on her as her only path to reclaim her life from Angie's evil clutches. What was to come next was going to decide whether she could really stick with this thing, though.

What would it be like to get a hard penis pushed into her? Would it be like the tongue? Would she feel the same rush of pleasure and that orgasmic explosion from it? It sure would make the rest of her upcoming tasks more palatable, if she could at least get some kind of enjoyment out of the whole deal.

She thought back to the “wildest” night of her life up until this unfortunate event. Just after the divorce, she and Kat had gone super crazy and taken some wine coolers from Kat’s stepdad's garage fridge. It was the one time in her life that she’d gotten buzzed, which then led her to come home feeling rather amorous. She’d made the brash decision to masturbate with a hairbrush, which led to a horrific puncturing of her hymen, some blood, and a sense of terrific shame. She’d resolved never to be the kind of girl that would lose control and bang herself with household objects again, and that had been that. That had not been a pleasurable experience. Until today, it had been the only time she’d had something other than a finger inside herself.

Brad’s black sedan rolled up to the curb in front of her at that moment. Angela pasted on her bitch face and opened the door. Inside, Brad handed her a key to a vehicle she had never seen.

“No calls from your dad, as of yet, so I think you’re in the clear,” he said.

“Did you get the room?” she asked, without thanking him.

“Booked it while I was waiting,” he said excitedly.

“Let’s go, then.”

Brad put the car in drive and pulled back onto the road. The motel he’d booked was just on the other side of downtown proper, and when they pulled in Angela was not impressed. The place was definitely low rent, with the shoddy old sign reading, “Rooms from $35.99 per night.”

Angie would probably be thrilled about this, though. It certainly played into her desire to be used like a cheap piece of ass.

“What a dump,” Angela said, “but it’s kind of hot.”

Brad raised an eyebrow.

She added, “You’re gonna take me to a seedy motel and fuck daddy’s little princess like some cheap hooker. It’s kind of hot.”

“Actually, it was one of the only places that had check-in before 2:00, but I do see the appeal. You’re right. It is kind of hot. I’ll be right back.”

Brad went into the office to check in and get a key. The process took a few minutes, and then he drove them around to the back of the place and parked.

“Come on, slut,” he said and got out of the car.

Angela followed him, slightly ashamed by the fact that her pussy got a bit damp when he’d called her a slut. Maybe that was just the residual saliva left over from the tongue monster. Either way, she wasn’t going to shower. Let Brad kiss her with two guys' spermy leftovers on her breath and lick up another man’s spit between her legs. He was an asshole. He deserved it. The world shimmered around her, catching her unprepared. For an instant, the trashy motel appeared clean and white-washed before her, and then it was gone. She stopped at the door, hiding the look of surprise she knew she was showing. Shit! That reaction had been pure Angie!

Brad unlocked the door, and Angela followed him inside. He shut it, locked it, and flipped on the light. Only one of the two lamps worked, and she almost wished it hadn’t. The place was a dump. The bed was made and looked clean enough, but she could only imagine the things it had been used for. Probably for something much like what was about to happen. The two side tables, next to the bed, were mismatched and looked faded. One had a chipped, splintered leg. In one corner was a horrid, floral-patterned armchair with stuffing poking from one side of the cushion. A small, bulky TV that had to have been thirty years old sat atop a set of drawers, which had carvings on the top from previous guests of the place.

“Yeah,” Brad said, “It’s a shithole alright.”

Angela nodded in agreement and said, “It’s perfect.”

Brad took off his jacket, undid his tie, and tossed them onto the chair. Those were quickly followed by his shirt, shoes, socks, and then his trousers, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Angela watched him disrobe. At least he wasn’t some fat, gross bastard. He might be an asshole, but he was nice to look at and obviously took care of himself. Angela set her purse aside, took a deep breath, and peeled off her top, tossing it on the dresser. She pushed down her little skirt, added it to the pile, and stood naked before the man who was going to be her first.

Brad stepped forward, and slid his arms around her waist, then pressed his lips against hers. Angela let him, feeling her tummy flutter at how gentle he was. This wasn’t anything like when the tongue monster had raked her face with that squirming snake. Brad kissed her sweetly, which was more than a little surprising, and slid his warm hands up and down her back. She trembled in his arms when his fingers grazed her spine and heard herself moan a little into his mouth. She broke away and said, “You’re not supposed to kiss cheap hookers.”

Brad snorted and said, “You’re not a hooker, Ang. You’re just a slut.”

If only you knew, Brad, she thought, and let him kiss her again. His hands wandered over her body, one of them dropping to squeeze her ass, while the other slid to the back of her neck and played his fingertips behind her ear. Shit, that felt great! She was actually getting hot from the way he kissed her. His big hand moved from her ass, up along her side, until he palmed one of her breasts, giving it a light squeeze, then a gentle pinch of her hard nipple. That made her purr into his kiss. The light jerking of his erection against her told her that he was certainly enjoying it. Angela hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down. Brad aided her, letting them drop to the floor, and then her hand encircled his cock, stroking it up and down gently. He grunted his enjoyment into her mouth, and then broke away, putting his hands on her shoulders.

Angela sank to her knees, at eye-level with his penis, and licked the tip of it. She looked up at him and then slipped her lips over his cockhead, letting him watch as it disappeared into her mouth.

“Yeah. Just like that, slut,” he said, and Angela felt another quiver of arousal at the demeaning name.

For long seconds, she sucked at him slowly, and he let her set her own pace, but as he grew more aroused, he became more aggressive. She’d expected this, and braced herself, opening her throat, breathing through her nose. Brad rested his hand on her head and began to fuck her mouth with longer, wetter thrusts, much the same way Arnold had done. One day, four different men, and it wasn’t even noon. She didn’t need Angie to turn her into a porn star, she was doing it to herself. It was for a good cause, though, she thought. It was the only way. She may as well learn to enjoy it because it certainly wasn’t going to be the last time.

With a wet pop, Brad pulled his dick free and grasped it in his own hand, rubbing the slippery head across her lips as she stared up submissively from the floor. He motioned her up and turned toward the bed. This was it, she thought, and felt a sudden flurry of emotions. First, she was angry, with nowhere to really direct her anger toward. It just wasn’t fair. She hadn’t asked for this! A girl’s first time doing something so intimate and personal, should not be on a shitty motel bed with some stranger.

Then, she took a step toward the bed and the anger shifted to fear. What would it really feel like to have another hot body on top of her, his hands roaming and groping at her? The fear stayed but mingled with her own natural curiosity. If she enjoyed it, what did that say about her? Angela kept hold of the curiosity like a mental lifeline. That was familiar. It was why she enjoyed learning so much. Her curiosity was never sated. She laid on the bed and shifted her mind into the familiar place she went to when it was time to learn. A slut for science, she decided, and kept her curiosity in the front of her mind, letting it pool with the undeniable heat of arousal that she was less familiar with but also curious about.

Instead of crawling on top of her and taking her, as she’d thought he would, Brad surprised her again by parting her legs and moving his face between them. Now this, she knew she liked. Brad ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her moist slit to the top, and Angela responded with a short gasp of pleasure. The feeling was similar to the tongue monster, but this was gentle. That thing hadn’t lapped at her gently, hadn’t made love to her pussy and worked her up slowly like Brad was doing. Roommate had simply dived in and tongue-fucked her.

This time, it was very different, both in the physical feeling, as Brad toyed with her in different spots, but also emotionally. His hands crept up her legs, caressing her body carefully. He didn’t paw at her or grope roughly like the Tongue Monster had done, no. This was a slow burn, like he was running his own experiment with her body as the laboratory, testing each part of her, noting the reaction, repeating what worked to bring about the result he wanted.

Without even realizing it, Angela had placed her hand in his soft hair and began to feel her own body, as if getting to really know it for the first time. Clearly, the result Brad wanted was to get her to enjoy this, too. He wasn’t going to just push himself on her and use her, at least not this first time. He wanted her to want him, as well. A crass fucker he might be, she thought, but at least he’s not completely selfish.

His lips latched themselves around her clit, sealing it in a soft, sucking warmth, while the tip of his tongue began to trace it gently. Angela’s legs shook, her knees drawn up, spreading herself in an unconscious desire to encourage him to continue. Brad made soft humming sounds in his throat, and the little vibrations added a new level of pleasure to what she already felt.

“Oooh, fuck…“ she heard herself moan, and her mind stopped analyzing as the pleasure swept away her desire to experiment, replacing it with a more animal desire to enjoy what was happening to her.

Brad slipped two fingers inside of her now very wet pussy, the scent of her heat in his nostrils and the slick secretions of her enjoyment coating his lips. Angela bucked sharply against his face at yet another layer of added pleasure, but Brad kept his rhythm on her clit with practiced ease. The two fingers started slowly, but as they became slicker with her pussy cream, the pace of their thrusting increased, making Angela hump her pelvis upward in her own rhythm. She fucked against them as Brad kept up his tongue work, until Angela was panting, gripping his hair tightly, her eyes half-closed and her mind overcome with an approaching wave of pleasure that she could feel through her entire being.

The wave hit, crashed over her in much the same way that it had with the Tongue Monster, but the slow build-up from teasing to completion was infinitely better. It was like Brad had taken her on a journey from one small pleasure to another, adding one ingredient, and then the next, and the next, until it was finally just right, and the desired result had been obtained. Even as the wave overtook her, that little scientist in her admired it and loved it. This wasn’t just some animal fornication, two people rutting like pigs. What Brad had done to her was pure science, and she fucking loved it!

In a flash, though, as she still rode the wave, everything changed again. Angela drew in a long, sharp breath as she felt Brad’s penis spread her open, burrowing into her wet, gripping pussy. Her back arched off of the bed and another wave of pleasure, different again from the first hit her, receded, and then hit her again as she felt the base of his cock touch her moist lips. The sound of a wet “thuk” reached her ears, and then Brad’s big arm wrapped around the back of her neck and drew her up. His lips met her own, and his hips pulled back, then slid forward, burying his length inside of her again. “Thuk”. Angela squealed softly into his mouth, and a little tremor shot up her body. Brad repeated the motion again, then again, then it became a rhythmic thing that seemed to keep time with the unconscious thrusting of her own hips coming up to meet his, while his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Another slow, burning wave began to build up as their bodies moved together. Angela’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, gripping them tightly as every fear she’d had vanished. She couldn’t remember why she’d been afraid of this. It was fucking amazing! So many varied sensations and thoughts warred for her attention that it was impossible to process them. Brad’s free hand roamed her body, groping her breast, tugging at her nipple, moving down her side, gripping her ass tightly, then sliding to the back of her leg. He held it behind her knee, and his pace increased, just enough to move the building wave to its next stage.

Each time he pulled out of her, his cock rubbed against her clit, then the length of it stroked it again as he pushed into her. The head of his penis hit a small spot on the top of her sheath on each entry, sending a little surge of joy through her, which only added to the growing wave. He seemed to feel it in her body, and when the wave started to recede, his pace increased, and it shot right back up.

Brad stopped kissing her, and his arm behind her neck held her to his body tightly as he began to really fuck her now. Angela could hear herself in some still-aware part of her mind, moaning and softly telling him to fuck her harder, but it was like those words were coming from a different room. The wave was about to break, and she sensed that it was about to hit Brad, too. His pumping into her pussy became urgent. Her nails dug harder into her shoulders. Angela’s eyes shut tightly as the rush of pleasure hit her. Her pussy squeezed around him, and she heard Brad growl. He buried himself into her with one sharp thrust, and Angela came as the hard burst of cum coated her insides.

Completely lost in the incredible feeling, Angela was only vaguely aware of the shift when it happened. Her eyes snapped open, though, when the weight of Brad’s body disappeared, and the feeling of his cock filling her up went with it. She caught sight of a brightly lit hotel room, clean and well-kept, and the utterly shocked look on the face of a brown-haired woman as she dropped her towel from lifeless fingers at the sight of a naked girl suddenly appearing on her bed. Then it was gone, and Brad’s body was on top of her once more, his penis wilting inside of her, and his breath hot in her ear. He sat back and looked at her curiously, certain that for just a second, she’d completely vanished. Damn, must have cum hard, he thought.

Chapter 15: An Evil in Two Places

Angela had never enjoyed a shower more in her life, she thought, as she collapsed onto Angie’s bed, finally clean. She’d desperately needed it, too. After a brief rest, Brad had taken full advantage of her offer to fuck her for the rest of the day. He’d taken her twice more over two hours, and she’d absolutely loved it! She’d been more careful, though, aware of when each act was completed and waiting for the shifts. The second one came just after riding Brad’s cock to a very satisfying orgasm. She’d quickly rolled off of him and measured the time. She’d spent just over a second staring into the face of the Brunette woman as she appeared on her bed next to her, long enough to hear her scream.

The next shift was measurably longer. Brad had taken her from behind, and when he unloaded into her for the third time, she made a show of accidentally falling off the bed. This time, the woman in the other room was gone. Presumably, she’d fled the haunted hotel room in terror, fearing for her sanity.

Laying back on the big princess bed, Angela thought about what she’d learned. First, sex was fucking wonderful! No wonder Angie liked to fuck so much. Second, Brad was not quite the asshole she’d made him out to be. He’d been genuinely into making sure she was enjoying everything he did to her. He probably hoped that she’d want to do it again. He was right. Third, her actions were moving in the right direction. It was very much like Angie to enjoy being fucked, and to want to do it multiple times in a day with different men. Angie wanted variety.

The brief crossovers had taught her things, as well. Wherever she was when she shifted was where she’d end up on the other side. That included being with whoever was there at the time. She’d have to watch that. When the shifts did finally last long enough to take advantage of them, she’d likely be naked and freshly fucked. She allowed herself a moment of perverted excitement about the idea, touched her pussy while she imagined it, and was rewarded by a shift long enough that she fell onto her back on the floor because the bed had vanished beneath her. Then, she was back and looking up at the bottom of the mattress. Inconvenient, she thought as she wiggled out from beneath the bed.

Her next experiment was with the pendant. First, she held it up to the light and saw that it was dark. Angie must still have hers hidden somewhere. She placed the chain around her neck, then used the stopwatch on her WozPad to time how long it would take her to remove the pendant and throw it to the floor, where it would (hopefully) shatter. Just over five seconds, if she undid the clasp. Miming ripping the stone from her neck and breaking the thin chain brought it down to just over two seconds. Ripping the thing off was the way to go. Then a thought struck her, and she started over.

Assuming the pendant did not break when thrown on the ground, she had to have time to retrieve it before shifting back, or she’d be stuck here forever. A wave of abject terror flowed through her at the idea. She decided on no less than eight seconds just to leave a margin for error.

Further analysis of the increase of the shifts, versus the kinds of behaviors that triggered them told her that small things, such as being bitchy, added imperceptible increments to the length of time spent during the crossover. When she thought about it philosophically, she determined that everyone has the capacity to be hostile or rude. It might be out of character for someone, but it was always a possibility.

More extreme acts, which were wholly Angie-like and in total opposition to her own character, added to the shifts in a way that was perceptible to the human sense of time. She put it all together. Sucking cock was enjoyable, even when someone just used her mouth like a cumhole. It gave her an odd sense of power that she liked. Her hot mouth was so desirable that men would pay her just to cum in it. Fucking? That she absolutely enjoyed, far more than she’d ever imagined she would. Angie, though, wasn’t just a one-dick pony. She was into multiple partners at once. Three, four, seven men all taking turns on her or stuffing her every orifice with dick at the same time. What was more, she didn’t just do it out of spite or for the money. She did it because she liked it.

That meant that Angela would need to like it, not just do it and tolerate it. She might be able to eventually push the shifts far enough by easing herself along, doing what she already knew she could handle, but that could take weeks. She needed to get back fast, or Angie was going to completely destroy her life, as well as her father’s.

Angela gripped the horrid stone in her fist and rallied her determination. Whatever it took, she was going to do it. She’d be the hottest teenage gangfuck toy in town, just like Angie, and God dammit she was going to love doing it. Tonight, though, she was going to rest.

Laying back on the bed, she swiped open the WozPad, her mind turning back to its natural curiosity. What was the rest of this place like? She wondered. Determining how to get home had consumed her every waking moment, thus far, that she’d barely taken the time to let the fact that she was actually in a parallel universe sink in. What budding scientist wouldn’t take advantage of this opportunity to learn something?

Here, Alta Vista was the dominant search engine, every bit as all-powerful as Google was back home. She scanned down the news headlines, getting a sense of what this world was like. One article, in particular, stopped her scrolling, though, because the photo next to the headline was her father’s. Rather, it was Angie’s father’s. The headline read, “Human Trials in Anti-Recoder Treatments Begin.”

Angela clicked the link. Again, she’d been so focused on her own problems that she hadn’t even paused to wonder what Angie’s dad did over here, that brought him so much wealth. Was it something that she could take home to help her own father? She read the article.

The now-defunct DomCo Corporation and its long-reaching network of subsidiary companies still has a lasting impact on women all over the globe. The name has become synonymous with evil. Even now, a worldwide manhunt continues for those who once sat atop one of the largest corporate entities ever to exist. Tens of thousands of women, over a period of years, were subjected to some of the most heinous experiments in history.

Recoder technology, a monstrous invention created in the DomCo labs, was used on subjects to rewrite their DNA and turn them into slaves to serve the base desires of DomCo leadership. The total number of victims, unfortunately, cannot be truly calculated. Given the nature of these changes, many women are unable, or unwilling, to come forward.

Hope for the victims, though, has finally arrived in the form of an anti-recoder serum developed by GenTech’s lead researcher, Dale Eller. After years of laboratory testing, the serum has been approved for human trials. DomCo’s victims are eagerly awaiting the result, and the whole world waits with them.

Angie's dad was a DNA researcher? A high profile one, at that. Was this something she could use when she got home? She’d have to consider it. Reading the article tugged at a memory, too. She’d swear the name of the company, DomCo, was familiar. There’d been something in the news recently about a new bill in Congress, and she’d heard DomCo in connection with it. She filed the thought away for later and continued her research.

This world bore many more similarities to her own, she learned. Not everything was exactly the opposite. Some of it was just different, like other choices had been made throughout history, causing the timeline to develop differently. Despite feeding her curiosity, Angela couldn’t shake the feeling of unease as she thought about the next day.

Swiping through the messages from Angie’s clients, she compared them to the spreadsheet of services Angie provided for them. A few were just simple blowjobs. Men sure did love to jizz into Angie’s mouth. Still more, though, wanted to fuck her. Not all of them were one-on-one, either. Then, there was the butt-fuckers. Angela decided she would have to do at least one of those. Angie didn’t shy away from it. The girl’s ass was fair game for the right price, and that meant that Angela’s was, too.

Her search of Angie’s room the previous evening had uncovered a large collection of sexual paraphernalia, including vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and various lubes and lotions. Not only was Angie a whore, but a chronic masturbator. Angela opened Angie’s stash and removed a bottle marked “Anal-EZ” which seemed pretty self-explanatory, as well as a small dildo and the tiniest of Angie’s butt-plugs. Some of those seemed pretty extreme. Best to start small.

She locked Angie’s bedroom door, returned to the bed, and stripped off the big comforter and a couple of pillows. She spread them on the floor. Shoving a lubed sex toy up her own ass was Angie all the way, so if she went through a shift from this, it would not do to suddenly fall on her face with a dildo up her ass when the bed vanished. Of course, if there was someone on the other side when she shifted, they were going to get one hell of a show.

Angela stripped off her clothes and laid on her back, head on one of the pillows. How did one masturbate their ass? What was the right position? Experimentally, she placed the little dildo at her butthole. The angle was workable but awkward. She flipped onto her front, face down, and ass up. This was easier, but she’d have to fuck herself by feel. She took up the lube, and squirted a generous amount between her cheeks, feeling silly. Using her finger, she smeared the slick mess around her anus and then began to work it inside of her. It was sloppy and messy, but it accomplished the goal. Squirting more of the lube into her hand, she fisted the dildo in the same way she’d stroked Brad’s cock, coating the length of it in the goo.

After fumbling about in her slick backdoor, she managed to get the tip of the toy against her opening, giving it an experimental push. The toy slipped right past her hole and out of her hand. She sighed. Why couldn’t she have taken more time to learn how to masturbate properly like the other kids? She tried again, and this time the tip of the toy parted her asshole, just like the tongue. Not too bad. It didn’t hurt.

She pushed again, feeling resistance, and she forced the thing a little deeper, it wasn’t pleasant. It was tolerable, but not enjoyable. Angela breathed out, shut her eyes, and tried to remember how the tongue had gotten so far into her. She’d been relaxed. The thing had just made her climax, and she’d felt more relaxed. Right now, though, she was fighting it. She made another attempt, this time relaxing her muscles. This opened her up and the slick toy began to slide deeper with greater ease and much less discomfort.

This still wasn’t giving her the kind of pleasure she’d felt earlier, but it also did not hurt. It was just kind of like feeling a little full. Ok. Nothing to be scared of there. She pulled the toy back, and pushed it in again, working at building up some kind of rhythm. The repeated motion, in and out, in and out, did start to feel good as she continued. She thought of what she must look like, face down on the pillow with her ass in the air, fucking her own butt with a sex toy. The image was kind of hot. The lube had dripped down her crack, and she could feel it running through her pussy slit.

After a few more minutes of fucking her ass with the dildo, she removed it and inserted the plug. The fat base of the thing spread her butthole wide, then popped inside. Her anus contracted around it, creating a tight seal that kept it in. This was an interesting feeling. Maybe keeping the thing in for a while would help her get used to having something up her ass, in preparation for tomorrow’s activities. She used a towel to wipe up the excess lube, returned her comforter and pillows to the bed, then dressed and washed off the dildo before putting it away.

Moving around with a plug up her ass was stimulating in a slutty kind of way, and when the little thrill of it went through her, she shifted. The now-familiar shimmer around her lasted long enough to count it out, at about a second and a half. During the shift, she saw the same room, but empty and dark. Then, it was gone, and she was back in Angie’s bedroom. She allowed herself a feeling of satisfaction. It was working.

Chapter 16: Blowing Brian

Angie and Brian shared a table at the back of the class during A/V Club. After yesterday’s filming, Brian was all too happy to have Angie sitting with him in every class they shared, which allowed her to easily cheat off his exams. Now, they shared a set of earbuds and reviewed the initial edit of the previous day’s footage on Brian’s laptop. Angie had to admit he’d done great! Today, he’d said, they would work on the voiceover using a script he’d written for her and then film the next episode.

Angie applauded herself silently on her choice of partners. This kid was going to make an excellent little stooge for this whole thing. Her only regret was that she’d have to waste most of the next two days in school, which tested her patience. Still, it was a small sacrifice. There was only one more exam tomorrow, and then she’d be graduating with honors. She made a mental note to get in touch with Angela and taunt her about it later. Maybe she’d masturbate while she did it. That would be super-hot!

Once school was dismissed, Brian drove Angela home and followed her up to her room. They spent just over an hour recording Angie’s voice following the script, with Brian prompting her to reread lines a few times to get the tone right for his vision. The little guy sure was dedicated. With the voiceover recorded, Angie pulled more of Angela’s clothes out of the closet and dressed in front of Brian, who shifted awkwardly as he waited, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“What’s the next step, director?” Angie asked, sitting on the bed.

“We, um, well, today we’re going to take it one step further and use the other toy. Let’s start like yesterday. Lay back against the headboard and put the toys in front of you.”

Angie scooted back and set the two toys in front of her. Brian switched on the cameras.

“After learning how good it felt to use a sex toy on your pussy,” he said, “you’re very eager to try it again. Pick up the vibrator and turn it on. Watch it hum. Lick your lips. You’re excited by the pleasure it gave you. Slip your pants off, all the way this time, more quickly. You’re eager.”

Angie was eager. She wriggled out of her pants and kicked them off.

“Now, your shirt, too.”

Angie pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

“Run the vibrator over your panties and work yourself up. Do what comes naturally. Touch yourself. Explore your body. Learn what makes you feel good.”

Brian’s camera recorded as Angie played the vibrator over her panties and groped her breasts. Her growing arousal was evident on her face, and soon by the small wet patch in the crotch of the white panties.

“Today, you’re ready to expose your pussy,” Brian said, his own arousal apparent, “Sit up on your knees, and turn your bottom toward the camera. Good! Slowly arch forward and peel your panties down your legs. Yes, just like that. Now, on your back, legs in the air, facing the camera. Slide them off your legs. Great!”

Angie tossed the panties aside.

“Now, back against the headboard, and spread your legs.”

Angie bared her wet and excited cunt to the camera and Brian, spreading her legs widely.

“Touch yourself with your hand. Feel your hot, young pussy with your fingers. It’s so warm and it feels so nice to play with it.”

Angie followed his instructions, touching her pussy with well-practiced expertise, teasing the camera.

“Now, the toy.”

She took up the toy and began to rub her horny slit with it once more.

“Let the feelings guide you through your natural curiosity. Don’t be afraid to explore your body with your hands, and let the camera see what you’re feeling.”

Angie slipped the vibrator into her pussy, and Brian captured it up close, his penis hard in his jeans as he watched her exposed folds swallow the little toy and her other hand rubbing her clit back and forth. He played the camera up her body and caught the gleam of her excited eyes as she fucked herself.

“Work yourself up and cum for the camera, then we’re going to move to the next toy.”

The vibrations and the familiar act of filming herself masturbating were doing the trick for Angie, and her hips pumped against the toy as she worked it into herself, then pulled it out and pressed it against her clit. Her other hand wandered over her tummy, then up to her breasts. After a few minutes of this, she let out a small moan and came with the vibrator pressed against her button.

“Now, move to the next one. Let your gaze linger on it while you consider the difference in size and shape. Run your fist over it and stroke it like it’s your first lover.”

Angie took the rabbit and did as he instructed, looking at it with wide eyes full of wonder, her expression showing her eagerness to try it. That, she did not have to play at. She owned a couple of toys like this, and they were her favorite. She touched her tongue to the new toy as she fondled it, swirling it around the rounded head. Her fingers found the switch at the base and flipped it on, adjusted the vibration to something lower, and touched the thing to her very wet cunt.

“Good! It’s so much bigger than the last one. You’re more frightened about how this might feel, but you’re so worked up that you can’t stop. You just have to push it in.”

She did, and the fat round head of the toy spread her pussy apart for the camera in a way the little vibrator wasn’t able to do. Brian licked his lips but held the camera steady as it captured the long, fat toy sinking into Angie’s body. She groped her tits through the bra, wishing that she could rip it off and get at her hard nipples, but she remembered that she had to go slow. The pulsing rabbit’s head popped into her pussy, and the curved tip found that special little spot just inside that it was designed to stimulate.

“Oooh, yes…“ she moaned softly and mauled her breast, pushing the rabbit deeper, deeper, until her pussy had swallowed the thing and the little arm vibrated against her clit.

Brian said nothing, not wanting to break the realism of the moment. Angie held the toy inside of her for a moment, letting the vibrations pass through her slick channel, and the tremors in her clit push her toward cumming again. Once the feeling started to ebb, she pulled the toy out, just a fraction, and began to fuck herself with it, letting that curved tip stroke her inner walls, while the arm stayed in touch with her clit. Fuck it was good!

Brian moved about her, capturing different angles, getting close-up shots of her horny pussy, her hands moving and groping, and her face showing half-lidded ecstasy. Angie fucked herself faster, bucking against the toy as it brought on a much-needed release. The wet, squishing sounds from between her legs were music to her ears as she hit her peak and the first big orgasm washed over her.

Brian watched in wonder as his crush thrashed in pleasure on the bed, her legs wide, knees up, the fat toy lodged into her shaking body as she moaned out her release. In his mind, he was already accepting his award at the AVNs. He’d never been so hard in his life, but he kept on filming like a professional. Angie’s first orgasm passed, but she kept going, lost to the pleasure now. She turned hungry eyes toward him and motioned with her hand.

“Cock…” she panted, “I want to suck your cock!”

Brian nearly dropped the camera in his haste to comply, but kept it in hand, loosening his belt with one clumsy hand, pushing his jeans down his legs while trying to keep the camera focused on his starlet. He joined Angie on the bed, his penis tenting his boxer shorts. Once on his knees next to her, the camera pointing down at Angie’s flushed face, he fished his cock out of the boxers and then inhaled sharply as Angie plunged her lips over it.

“Oh fuck!” Brian exclaimed, his cock disappearing into Angie’s mouth in one swift motion.

The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced, a hot, tight sheath of pure joy around his penis, and her writhing tongue caressing every part of it. Angie figured that the kid would have a pencil pecker, but she was pleasantly surprised to find him just a hair above average. Not that it would have mattered at this point. She just needed a real cock in her mouth. It had been days now since Arnold had shoved his black schlong into her throat, and she was not used to going for days without blowing at least two or three dicks. Brian didn’t stand a chance in her well-trained mouth, though, and within a minute he was groaning and firing a nice heavy load of cum into her as she fucked herself with the toy.

The taste of his sperm on her tongue pushed her over her next peak, and she squealed around his spurting penis as she came. Brian was in no hurry to pull his dick from her mouth, and as she rode out her cum, she sucked at it continually as it softened, and then finally plopped free. Brian backed away, looking at her worshipfully as she switched off the rabbit. She pulled it slowly from her cunt with a pleasurable sigh and dropped it on the bed, licking her lips to get the last drops of cum.

“Your cum tastes really nice,” Angie said, her head light, “We’ll have to do that again.”

Brian nodded from behind the camera, grinning.