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Chapter Two
Nobody Gets Naked Anymore
Charlotte had a really big cock. Crazy big. And for some reason, whenever it got hard it made her tits get huge as well. Right now she was playing with her nipples while she face fucked poor Pickle while Ethan watched and laughed, debating joining in as a boy, girl, or something in-between. Would have to be at least somewhat male he decided, because he decided what Pickle really needed right now was balance in his life. So futa face fucking in front was about to get met by some big black cock (bbc) pounding on the other side as Ethan shifted to bull mode and forced himself deep into Pickle’s sissy boi pussy, as they fondly referred to his tight little ass.
They called this spit roasting and Charlotte and Ethan were matching thrusts pretty good, almost pulling out from both sides and then shoving forward from front and back together. Pickle was struggling to take both but didn’t want to be a whiner and ruin things for them. His readings were started setting off alarms, too, carefully silenced on the server so only he and his home equipment knew anything was amiss. Ethan’s cock was now uncircumcised, black, thick as the devil’s wraith, and hammering his prostate deep inside. Charlotte’s futanari girl mode had swelled her tits almost as big as Pickle’s head and her cock was like a giant water balloon, swelled up as big as her legs and almost as long and she had it pushing past her tonsils and down with each thrust.
This was happening in a private room using shared sensory VR, meaning anything anyone did in there felt even more vivid than it would have in real life plus sub tracts loaded low res sensations of how it felt for anyone else participating creating a sexual feedback loop. They were also logged into the main SexT forum and live chat, and Charlotte and Ethen were have a meeting with other moderators to make sure the server rules were all being followed. Pickles was chilled in the live chat, but he was frozen as his system tried to interpret the data stream it was receiving from their session and deliver the too true VR experience with a false data feed causing compounding problems as the false physical reads were too much on their own and were magnified exponentially by the feedback loop.
If Pickle could communicate at all he would have begged them to cum so he could breath and stretch, and move on his own again. Instead he felt his mouth fill with a warm salty froth as Charlotte pissed in his mouth until it starting spraying out from his nose. That made Ethan’s bull cock start spurting, shooting load after load into him. Charlotte joined in, her futa cock ignoring the laws of physics as it erupted a pint of cum with each blast until she pulled out so she could finish pissing, rinsing him from head to toe before they both shimmered and faded out. Neither had any idea of what was happening in Pickle’s world right now, they thought he was just caught up in the moment and catching his virtual breath.
This was happening in a private room using shared sensory VR, meaning anything anyone did in there felt even more vivid than it would have in real life plus sub tracts loaded low res sensations of how it felt for anyone else participating creating a sexual feedback loop. They were also logged into the main SexT forum and live chat, and Charlotte and Ethen were also having a meeting with other moderators to make sure the server rules were all being followed and discuss problem users and system diagnostics. Pickles was still trembling from the intense fuck session, trying to keep things cool. A cum bubble blew up and popped from his left nostril. So much for trying to play cool.
Their little circle of elite fuck toys had their own room as well, of course, and most of the cool k**s were on tonight. Sparage was using his naughty schoolgirl avatar tonight and disappointed nobody had tried to m***** him yet. JenT was a hogtied flying pig that was greased up from snout to her cute curly tail. No change there, she never got tired of the whole if pigs could fly thing. They were playing a game of remote access, where they used real world sensory gear to show who and what was going on around them and then people would use their gear to get nasty with people around them. Markie Man had just highjacked JenT’s microphone so she could offer mamadas to a group of older hispanic guys logged into one of her university courses. “Mamadas y enchiladas, today’s lunchtime specials.” She offered the all at once. They went into standby mode and circled her in private mode, their cocks bobbing in the air as everyone was going to take a pass on the enchilada and take their turn getting sucked off by the slutty white girl instead.. Six of them. All classmates and In class with her today because they all had the same major.. Mark was such an asshole.
As they slid on their cock ring connectors she felt them all trying to go in her mouth at once. Two, maybe three was hot, six was suffocating. She rubbed the rest as she completed her challenge, swallowing three cocks into her mouth to get started. Her tongue darted around, teasing all three cocks while she bobbed up and down on their shafts the best she could. It was a wet and sloppy blowjob, the cocks forcing her mouth to stay open wide and left drool dripping out. Not that they cared, between her mouth and the sensation of the other cocks rubbing on theirs all three went crazy and within minutes of each other all three shot blasts of cum in her mouth and on the other cocks, the hot cum causing the others to let loose. This didn’t make them gay, because a girl was involved. Very important in the machismo Mexican culture. She alternated on the other two cocks, bobbing on one shaft a few times and then switching to the other, her tiny little fists gripping them by the base of their shafts and jacking them steadily until they both gasped and shot their milky white loads all over her face. She didn’t even bother wiping the cum off before going down on the last guy’s cock. It was an average 5”, which was actually unusual in a space where you can make anything any size. A minute into the blow job she discovered the fetish that made him not care about how big his cock was. His cock started to spurt, catching her off-guard because he wasn’t completely hard yet. He wasn’t cumming. She started coughing from inhaling a little bit from surprise.
“Piss.” She said, still coughing. He smiled mischievously. She opened her mouth to give him a target, letting him finish. He vanished after that, not caring about cumming after getting to explore his water sports fetish. She hoped he didn’t try to track her down offline to do more piss play. Online she was a total cum slut. Of course virtual cum was calorie free and available in a wide variety of flavors, from a simulation of the real thing to as sweet as candy or bubbly champagne.
Pickle had all the latest gear and it overloaded as they unloaded in their private session. He had passed out and was no longer breathing. His body was convulsing at first, but now it was still as the VR gear was still caught in the feedback loop and trying to make a him who wasn’t a him feel like he was being used like a boy toy, a sissy used like a girl but who was really a boy but was actually not so much even though everything showed a male player, hacked as deeply into the suit’s programming as necessary to make that happen. Generating errors and sending signals to things that didn’t exist, caught, shared blended and looped, but not shared, no output, nowhere to go, captured, looped, and fedback. On line offlineonlineofflineonlineoffline e.rr.or. Loop, sleep, reboot blocked by sleep, shutdown blocked by sleep. Sleep, loop, unexpected ending, all actives processes attempting to save to temporary directories. Sleep.
Chapter Two
Nobody Gets Naked Anymore
Charlotte had a really big cock. Crazy big. And for some reason, whenever it got hard it made her tits get huge as well. Right now she was playing with her nipples while she face fucked poor Pickle while Ethan watched and laughed, debating joining in as a boy, girl, or something in-between. Would have to be at least somewhat male he decided, because he decided what Pickle really needed right now was balance in his life. So futa face fucking in front was about to get met by some big black cock (bbc) pounding on the other side as Ethan shifted to bull mode and forced himself deep into Pickle’s sissy boi pussy, as they fondly referred to his tight little ass.
They called this spit roasting and Charlotte and Ethan were matching thrusts pretty good, almost pulling out from both sides and then shoving forward from front and back together. Pickle was struggling to take both but didn’t want to be a whiner and ruin things for them. His readings were started setting off alarms, too, carefully silenced on the server so only he and his home equipment knew anything was amiss. Ethan’s cock was now uncircumcised, black, thick as the devil’s wraith, and hammering his prostate deep inside. Charlotte’s futanari girl mode had swelled her tits almost as big as Pickle’s head and her cock was like a giant water balloon, swelled up as big as her legs and almost as long and she had it pushing past her tonsils and down with each thrust.
This was happening in a private room using shared sensory VR, meaning anything anyone did in there felt even more vivid than it would have in real life plus sub tracts loaded low res sensations of how it felt for anyone else participating creating a sexual feedback loop. They were also logged into the main SexT forum and live chat, and Charlotte and Ethen were have a meeting with other moderators to make sure the server rules were all being followed. Pickles was chilled in the live chat, but he was frozen as his system tried to interpret the data stream it was receiving from their session and deliver the too true VR experience with a false data feed causing compounding problems as the false physical reads were too much on their own and were magnified exponentially by the feedback loop.
If Pickle could communicate at all he would have begged them to cum so he could breath and stretch, and move on his own again. Instead he felt his mouth fill with a warm salty froth as Charlotte pissed in his mouth until it starting spraying out from his nose. That made Ethan’s bull cock start spurting, shooting load after load into him. Charlotte joined in, her futa cock ignoring the laws of physics as it erupted a pint of cum with each blast until she pulled out so she could finish pissing, rinsing him from head to toe before they both shimmered and faded out. Neither had any idea of what was happening in Pickle’s world right now, they thought he was just caught up in the moment and catching his virtual breath.
This was happening in a private room using shared sensory VR, meaning anything anyone did in there felt even more vivid than it would have in real life plus sub tracts loaded low res sensations of how it felt for anyone else participating creating a sexual feedback loop. They were also logged into the main SexT forum and live chat, and Charlotte and Ethen were also having a meeting with other moderators to make sure the server rules were all being followed and discuss problem users and system diagnostics. Pickles was still trembling from the intense fuck session, trying to keep things cool. A cum bubble blew up and popped from his left nostril. So much for trying to play cool.
Their little circle of elite fuck toys had their own room as well, of course, and most of the cool k**s were on tonight. Sparage was using his naughty schoolgirl avatar tonight and disappointed nobody had tried to m***** him yet. JenT was a hogtied flying pig that was greased up from snout to her cute curly tail. No change there, she never got tired of the whole if pigs could fly thing. They were playing a game of remote access, where they used real world sensory gear to show who and what was going on around them and then people would use their gear to get nasty with people around them. Markie Man had just highjacked JenT’s microphone so she could offer mamadas to a group of older hispanic guys logged into one of her university courses. “Mamadas y enchiladas, today’s lunchtime specials.” She offered the all at once. They went into standby mode and circled her in private mode, their cocks bobbing in the air as everyone was going to take a pass on the enchilada and take their turn getting sucked off by the slutty white girl instead.. Six of them. All classmates and In class with her today because they all had the same major.. Mark was such an asshole.
As they slid on their cock ring connectors she felt them all trying to go in her mouth at once. Two, maybe three was hot, six was suffocating. She rubbed the rest as she completed her challenge, swallowing three cocks into her mouth to get started. Her tongue darted around, teasing all three cocks while she bobbed up and down on their shafts the best she could. It was a wet and sloppy blowjob, the cocks forcing her mouth to stay open wide and left drool dripping out. Not that they cared, between her mouth and the sensation of the other cocks rubbing on theirs all three went crazy and within minutes of each other all three shot blasts of cum in her mouth and on the other cocks, the hot cum causing the others to let loose. This didn’t make them gay, because a girl was involved. Very important in the machismo Mexican culture. She alternated on the other two cocks, bobbing on one shaft a few times and then switching to the other, her tiny little fists gripping them by the base of their shafts and jacking them steadily until they both gasped and shot their milky white loads all over her face. She didn’t even bother wiping the cum off before going down on the last guy’s cock. It was an average 5”, which was actually unusual in a space where you can make anything any size. A minute into the blow job she discovered the fetish that made him not care about how big his cock was. His cock started to spurt, catching her off-guard because he wasn’t completely hard yet. He wasn’t cumming. She started coughing from inhaling a little bit from surprise.
“Piss.” She said, still coughing. He smiled mischievously. She opened her mouth to give him a target, letting him finish. He vanished after that, not caring about cumming after getting to explore his water sports fetish. She hoped he didn’t try to track her down offline to do more piss play. Online she was a total cum slut. Of course virtual cum was calorie free and available in a wide variety of flavors, from a simulation of the real thing to as sweet as candy or bubbly champagne.
Pickle had all the latest gear and it overloaded as they unloaded in their private session. He had passed out and was no longer breathing. His body was convulsing at first, but now it was still as the VR gear was still caught in the feedback loop and trying to make a him who wasn’t a him feel like he was being used like a boy toy, a sissy used like a girl but who was really a boy but was actually not so much even though everything showed a male player, hacked as deeply into the suit’s programming as necessary to make that happen. Generating errors and sending signals to things that didn’t exist, caught, shared blended and looped, but not shared, no output, nowhere to go, captured, looped, and fedback. On line offlineonlineofflineonlineoffline e.rr.or. Loop, sleep, reboot blocked by sleep, shutdown blocked by sleep. Sleep, loop, unexpected ending, all actives processes attempting to save to temporary directories. Sleep.
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