Program Alpha-Omega 7

Program Alpha-Omega 7

Episode 7: Debugging The Code

Zack was zipping down the street on his new scooter. He'd been out and about just having fun on it for the last hour. Finally, he decided to head on over to Brian's house, to show him his new toy. He zoomed around the next corner, and headed off for that part of town.

Zack noticed immediately that Brian's pickup truck was gone, so Brian was almost certainly not home. Oh well, he thought. I'll show it to Wendy, then.

Zack knocked on the door, and then walked in, calling out a greeting. He heard Mrs. Selman call out from the kitchen, and so he went in that direction. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Selman sitting at the table. She looked very dejected as she stared down into her coffee cup.

"Hi, Mrs. S," Zack said, slipping into the chair next to her. She looked up at him and a soft smile crossed her face.

"Hi, Zack. If you're looking for the kids, they're out at different things. They probably won't be back for over an hour."

Zack could tell, even with as little experience as he had in relationships, that she didn't want to be alone. He shrugged nonchalantly as he settled into his chair. "I guess I have you all to myself, then," he said with a grin.

Mary Selman looked at him oddly for just a moment, but then the look faded, replaced by the blank look she'd had on her face before. She took a sip of her coffee, and Zack leaned forward, his arms on the table.

"What's the matter?"

She looked at him again, and took a deep breath. "It's nothing, really. I hear you and Wendy are becoming close."

Zack blushed slightly. Any closer and they'll need surgery to separate us. He nodded, with kind of a sheepish grin. "She's a sweet girl."

"She's a lucky girl," Mrs. Selman said, and then blushed herself. "I know you'll take good care of my daughter."

Zack wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to say to that.

"No offense, but I kind of thought you'd go after Bonnie or Pam. Then again, they seem to have grown very fond of Brian lately, so you might not have been able to pry them away."

"They didn't interest me, anyhow," he half-lied. He wouldn't have given up a roll in the sack with either of them, but Wendy was more than that. At least, he hoped she would be more than that.

"Really? Wendy is luckier than she knows. Zack, you're already like a part of the family. I'm glad Wendy has found someone to care for her. I just wish I could find someone... well, someone as nice as you are." Mary suddenly blushed very deeply, and pushed herself away from the table. "I have to go for a minute," she said, her voice heavy.

Zack wasn't sure what was happening as Mary hurried out of the kitchen. Her foot stumbled over the loose edge of the hallway carpet. She tumbled to the floor, and didn't seem to be getting up very quickly. Zack got to his feet and moved to where she was now sitting on the floor.

As Zack knelt down, he saw the tears glistening in her eyes. His heart broke as he watched this wonderful woman, who had treated him so kindly for so many years, crying in her despair. He used his fingers to lightly push her hair back out of her face. The tears were still flowing, but she wasn't sobbing, just crying. Still, Zack thought that wasn't terribly fair. She'd done nothing to deserve this kind of hell.

He looked her in the eye, and saw - or at least thought he saw - a desperate need. Slowly, he leaned in. As their lips touched, his eyes closed. He felt her arms come around him, pulling him more tightly to her. He took a chance, and parted his lips, allowing his tongue to snake out of his mouth and wriggle along her lips. She slowly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entry. He wormed his way in, and soon their tongues were dancing. Zack brought one hand up, along her side and around to her back. He moved that hand farther up until it was gently cupping the back of her head.

Zack's other hand moved across her abdomen softly. He caressed her tenderly, giving her every opportunity to push him away. She refused each and every one of those opportunities, and they continued to kiss. Finally, Zack slipped his hand upward, gingerly cupping her breast in his hand. He felt her moan against his tongue, and he knew that he definitely wanted this beautiful woman.

Zack slipped his hand off her breast as he moved himself onto one knee. Continuing to kiss her, he tenderly pulled her to her feet, rising with her. Once they were standing, he pushed her strongly against the hallway wall, and there they continued their kissing. Zack's hand returned to her breast, squeezing slightly and causing her to moan.

Eventually, the pair began to move down the hallway. Their movements were awkward and a little uneven, because they refused to break their kiss. Finally, after bouncing off the wall a couple of times, they made their way into her bedroom, and fell together onto the bed.

As Zack got up more courage, his hands moved in and began to undo the buttons on Mary Selman's blouse. She knew what he was doing, and had no intention of stopping him. When he reached the last button, he pulled the blouse out of her slacks and pushed it away from her chest. His hands returned to her tits, which were now covered in a fairly thin bra. She groaned at the feel of his hands.

Mary began to pull at Zack's T-shirt, freeing it from his jeans and then working it up until it was bunched around his neck. At this point, a break in their kissing was mandatory, so they parted reluctantly. Mary shucked her blouse, and undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor with her blouse. Zack had already freed himself of his shirt, and admired Mary's wonderful tits, which showed only the slightest hint of sag. His one hand reached up, tweaking her nipple as he cupped her breast.

Pushing her gently onto her back, Zack's lips engaged Mary's free nipple, sucking it into his mouth to allow his tongue to run over the erect nub. Mary brought her hand up to run her fingers through his hair, pulling his head more tightly onto her tit, forcing more of it into his sucking mouth. His hand strayed from her other tit, moving down across her abdomen. Mary moaned as she felt his fingers dance around her belly button.

When Zack reached her slacks, he deftly unfastened them. Sliding his hand into her slacks, he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. It was a wonderful feeling. He moved his hand up, and then back down again, this time moving his fingers inside her panties. He pushed his hand deep, moving between her thighs. Mary groaned loudly as his finger slipped along the side of her already-erect clit. He felt her wetness coating his finger as he slipped further down.

Zack's lips continued to work over Mary's nipples as his finger sought, and found, the opening to her cunt. He slipped a finger in, working her over slowly. Mary was beginning to writhe on the bed, her hips rolling up to meet his finger.

Suddenly, Mary pushed him away from her. He looked at her in shock. "Enough of this," she muttered. She climbed off the bed, and shoved her slacks and panties roughly down her legs. Next, she pulled off Zack's shoes and socks. While she was doing that, he unfastened his jeans, and pushed them, and his briefs, down off his hips. He saw Mary's eyes lingering on his erect cock as she took hold of his clothes and removed them.

Mary moved back onto the bed, and took his prick in her soft hand. She stroked him a couple of times, before she moved herself around. When she straddled him, it was his face that wound up underneath her cunt. Before he could do anything at all, he felt her tongue running along his shaft. He shivered with the pleasure that caused. Her lips and tongue slid along his length, back and forth until she had him coated with her saliva. Then, she placed the tip of his cock to her lips, and pressed her head downward. Her lips parted, sliding softly along the skin of his cock, and causing him to shudder in pleasure.

After a moment, Zack realized he was supposed to be participating. He looked up at her lovely, well-trimmed blonde cunt, and thought it was beautiful. He pulled her hips down slightly, and he ran his tongue out along her pussy lips. She moaned against his cock, and that caused him to shudder again. He began to move his tongue back and forth, slipping against her wetness. He gasped as he felt her take his entire cock into her mouth, her lips working against the base of his dick, her throat clasping at him.

Zack tried to keep up his tongue-lashing of her pussy, moving his mouth toward her clit, and teasing it out of its hood. Mary mewled, and began to suck his cock even harder. Zack was grunting with the strain, trying not to come, as he licked her clit furiously. Mary finally pulled her mouth almost off his dick, sucking just on the head. Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, and he couldn't resist any longer. Zack loosed a torrent of cum into Mary's mouth, and she kept sucking him. His cock shook with the strength of his orgasm, and he groaned at his release.

Mary's tongue continued to do its work against his dick, and Zack did not even begin to subside. His dick was as hard now as it had ever been. Mary continued to lick and fondle him for a few more moments, but then she moved off him.

Zack looked up at her as she knelt next to him on the bed. Suddenly, a look of uncertainty passed across her face. Zack knew she was beginning to wonder what she was doing here, with what was, presumably, her daughter's boyfriend.

Zack reached out to Mary. She took his hand, and allowed him to pull her down to him. Their lips met, tenderly but passionately. Zack allowed his hands to roam over her back, caressing the silky skin there. He moved his hands down, and cupped her ass cheeks. Mary moaned into his mouth. She could feel his hard cock trapped between them, and, as unsure of herself as she was, she really wanted to feel him inside her. Her movements made this quite clear to Zack.

Zack rolled them over, still kissing. He broke their kiss and pushed himself up on one hand. His other hand reached down to position his cock at her entrance. Mary groaned as she felt the head of his dick pressing against her pussy lips. She was longing for the release she knew this would bring. Sensing her readiness, Zack pressed forward, sliding his dick deep within her in one slow, smooth stroke. Mary moaned loudly at the feel of her cunt being filled.

Once he was inside her, he leaned down to kiss the base of her neck. Mary mewled as he began to softly move within her. Her hands caressed his sides as he slowly slipped in and out of her wetness, sending shivers throughout her body. He continued to move smoothly, tenderly, and she mewled and sighed beneath him as her pussy sent waves of pleasure to her brain.

Zack could tell that Mary was really enjoying this, as was he. He used one hand to caress her tit, thumbing her nipple lightly. She gasped at each touch, and was sent higher on her roller coaster ride of passion. He started to move just a little faster within her, pushing her to new heights of joy. Her hips were rocking up to meet him, pulling him further inside of her with each plunge. He felt her building, and he wanted to help her reach that orgasm. He leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue caressing hers. She was groaning against his tongue, and his movements were sending sparks of delight throughout her pussy.

Finally, it was more than she could stand, and Mary came. Her body rocked and shuddered beneath him, her pussy rippling along his shaft. He continued to slide in and out of her throughout her climax, sustaining her bliss as long as he could.

As Mary started to settle from her climax, Zack began to pull out of her. She stopped him, quickly grabbing his hips. He looked at her with curiosity.

"Don't... please... I don't want to be done with you yet." She smiled up at him coyly. He understood, and was perfectly happy to oblige her. He pushed himself back into her, causing her a momentary shudder. Embracing her again, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him. Their legs tangled , and he could feel her pressing tightly against him, her tits mashed against his chest in a most pleasant manner.

"Mmm," she said softly, feeling his hands caress her body. Her pussy was still grasping at him, keeping him hard and ready for more. Her free hand caressed his side, sliding down to massage his butt from time to time. He kissed the lovely lady in his arms, holding her sweetly, and waiting for her to recover from her come.

Finally, she indicated to him that she was ready to handle more. With some reluctance, he slid his cock part way out of her, and then thrust back in. The sudden speed caused her to gasp, and smile. He repeated his move, pulling smoothly out of her, and then ramming back into her. It did not take very much of this before Mary was fully aroused. Zack began full-fledged thrusting then, moving in and out of her as rapidly as his body and their position allowed.

Mary loved the feel of her tits sliding against his skin as Zack pummeled her grasping pussy. She moaned and cried in pleasure as his cock pleasured her. She had not felt this kind of wonderful feeling of ecstasy since... well, for a very long time. The boy whose cock was buried deep inside of her was arousing in her passions long dead.

"Zack," she said, grunting through his wonderful pummeling of her cunt, "let's do it another way,"

Zack slowed down, and then stopped, pulling out of her. She nearly groaned in despair, as her cunt really wanted him back where he had been. She knew he would be soon. Mary rolled herself up onto her hands and knees, and her eyes invited him to take her. Zack quickly understood, moving in behind her. As Zack's cockhead once again slipped into Mary's warm wetness, she lowered her head to her pillow and sighed. His manhood filling her again was what she sorely needed, wanted, and would have, at this point, begged for.

Zack took hold of her hips and began to thrust deep into her. His first thrust brought out a cry of ecstasy, and he smiled. He began to ram into her, enjoying her moans and grunts and cries. He was grunting himself, enjoying the feel of her rippling twat on his prick. He bent over, reaching forward with his hands until he was cupping her wonderful tits. He could feel the hot points of her nipples digging into his palms, and he loved that. He massaged her titflesh, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body and causing her cunt to grip him more tightly. He increased his pace, moving faster and harder against her.

Mary was loving every second of this. She found the strength to push herself back up onto her hands. She used her arms to thrust herself backward onto Zack's cock His hands, still molesting her tits, were driving her crazy, and she was oh so near to coming. When Zack's one hand left her tit and strayed for her pussy, she knew she was about to come.

She was right. As Zack's fingers brushed against her swollen clit, Mary was gripped by an intense orgasm. Her body was wracked with spasms and shudders. Her pussy clamped down on Zack's prick tightly, and began to massage its entire length at once.

This was all Zack needed, and he erupted inside her pussy, spewing his load deep within her. The two of them moved together, their bodies bucking as they groaned out their pleasure. Finally, spent, the two of them collapsed onto the bed, Zack rolling off Mary as his dick slipped from her hot cunt. As he drifted off to sleep, his hand reached out and lightly fondled her breast. She mewled and snuggled more tightly against him as she, too, fell into slumber.


When Zack awoke about a half-hour later, he found Mary had turned, and was watching him sleep. He smiled at her, and they kissed softly. Zack felt a stirring in his loins, but he knew he wasn't about to go at it again so soon.

"That was wonderful," Mary said. "Thank you."

"Any time, Mrs. S," Zack said softly and with a smile.

"Mary. If you're going to make love to me like that, you can call me Mary."

"Mary," Zack agreed, pulling her to him. She came willingly, eagerly, into his embrace, and they held each other quietly for some moments.

After a little while, Mary pushed herself away just slightly, to look Zack in the eyes. "Did you do that to my little girl?"

Zack blushed fiercely, but nodded.

"God, what a lucky girl she is." Mary kissed him again. When she broke the kiss, she said, "On Monday, I'll take her to the doctor and get her on the pill. We don't want to have that kind of accident."

"No," Zack agreed, with a chill. What about the others? He would make it a point to check.

"You're too nice to me, you know that," she said wistfully.

"Bullshit," he said, and then blushed. "You're a great woman. Hell, I wish I'd had you for a mom instead of my own mom."

"Ooh, but then this would have been really naughty, wouldn't it?" she said with a wicked grin.

"I'd have still done it," he said, kissing her.

"Mmm," she murmured.

After a few more minutes of cuddling, she looked at the bedside clock. "We'd better get up, before the girls come home and catch us."

Zack waited until she got up, and watched as she dressed herself. She noticed his gaze, and blushed herself. "I know I'm not as young and pretty as Wendy is..."

"You're beautiful," Zack said softly, and meant it.

Finished dressing, Mary came back to him. "Thank you, again. You made me feel like a woman again, rather than some run-down old hag."

"That," he said, between kissing her, "You will never be."

"You'd better get dressed," Mary said, "before I get undressed again."


Zack got out of the pickup truck, and helped Wendy slide over to the door and out. Brian looked at them as he said, "I'll be back in a couple hours, and I'll wait here." Zack nodded, and thought that Brian was smartly not going to watch a girl shopping. Wendy had asked him to go with her to buy some new clothes. She wanted his opinion. He could hardly tell her no, when it was put to him like that.

He put his hand around her waist as they walked into the mall. She snuggled against him as they walked, smiling up at him. He felt mildly uncomfortable, because Wendy didn't know about yesterday. Yesterday was when Zack had made love to her mother while she was out visiting a friend. He tried to put it out of his mind while he was with her, because he didn't want to spoil the day worrying over it.

The first place they went was for shoes. Zack thought this was okay; he could deal with shoes. At least, he thought he could deal with shoes, until Wendy showed him two pair that looked to him to be exactly alike and said, "Which do you like better?"

Zack made the rookie error of pointing out that he couldn't tell the difference. Wendy laughed at him. She put them back, and moved on down the row. He felt a little silly, and so he studied them for a little while. He realized that the biggest difference between the choices was about twenty dollars in price.

After a little while, Wendy had a nice pair of white pumps and a new pair of sneakers, for which she did not require Zack's input. She paid for her purchases, and then they left, making their way toward the place that Zack dreaded: the department store. Inside this accursed retail establishment were more different outfits for her to choose from than Zack wished to think about. His greatest fear was that she would, indeed, want to try on all of them.

Your fault, slick. You promised to come with her.

As they entered and got the cart, he assumed the typical guy role of pushing it. The reason men like to push the cart in department stores is that it gives them something to lean against while the women are shopping. Wendy led him through the store, back toward ladies' fashions. Finally, they reached the area where she wanted to be. Zack noted that the clothes they were looking at were casual, but...

"Wendy? Are you sure you'd want to wear this?"

She looked at him, a little bit of upset in her eyes. "Don't you think I'd look good in this stuff?"

Zack had to be very, very careful, and he knew it. "Hell, yes, you'd look great in any of this... I just didn't think you dressed like this."

She walked up to him and pressed herself against him. "I didn't have a reason to, before," she whispered, giggling. Zack blushed as she returned to looking over the somewhat skimpy outfits. He watched as she selected a medium-length skirt and a half-tank top, which she deposited into the cart.

Finally, after she'd piled nearly a dozen items in the cart, she led him over to the dressing room. She grabbed the first two, and ducked into the dressing room. Zack waited semi-patiently as she tried it on.

"Well, how do I look?" he heard from behind him. He'd turned to watch the people walk by, so to occupy his attention. When he turned around, his jaw dropped open. It was a tight blouse, light green, over a darker green skirt. Her red hair seemed to flare against the colors, and her pale skin almost glowed. Zack was finding it difficult to breathe, let alone say anything.

"You... I... wow," he finally managed. She giggled as she sauntered up to him.

"I remember saying that a couple times, too." She kissed him briefly, before grabbing more clothing and returning to the dressing room.

This went on with each outfit, as they grew racier and more seductive. Finally, with what he thought was the last batch, she leaned her head out. "Um... you have to come in here. I'm not stepping out there to show you."

Zack wondered what she meant, and then shrugged. He stepped into the dressing room, and closed the door. He was already leering at his sweet Angel, who was wearing only bra and panties, in a matching peach color.

"Do you like it?" she asked, modeling it for him.

Zack stepped up to her and took her in his arms. He leaned down, and their lips met. His hands caressed her back, teasing her skin lightly. She moaned very softly as they kissed. Finally, he broke the kiss, and turned her around to face the mirror.

"That is the most beautiful girl I've ever met," he said. His hands moved down, and deftly unclasped the front-closure bra. He pulled it gently apart, and pulled it off her shoulders. He allowed it to drop onto the pile of her other clothes, but his attention was on the view in the mirror. His hands slid against her tits again, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. "And she is even more beautiful now," he said with a small chuckle. Then he nibbled her ear.

"Oh, God, Zack," she whimpered softly.

Slowly, he released her tits, sliding his hands down to gently hold her waist. If they tried anything more than that here, he knew they'd get caught. He just needed to feel her against him, just know that she cared for him.

Wendy was loving every second of his touch, and she didn't care if they got caught or not. She really did want to feel him inside her again, but there was another, important, issue to consider.

"Mom said she was going to take me to the clinic tomorrow. She's putting me on the pill."

"I know," he said softly, kissing the nape of her neck.

"What do you mean, you know?"

"I was talking to your mom yesterday, and she mentioned it."

"Did you tell her we were, I mean, did you..."

"She asked me a direct question, and I answered her," he said, interrupting her stammered thought.

"Oh, God, she's gonna give me a lecture..."

"Don't worry about it, Angel. She just told me to be responsible, and to take good care of you, which I plan on doing." His fingers made small circles against her skin, letting her know the depth of his feelings for her.

"We can't do anything today. I might get, you know..."

"Knocked up?" he asked with a chuckle. She blushed, and nodded. "That's okay, baby. Just being with you is more fun than most of the things I do."

She turned in his grasp, and reached up to kiss him again. They remained together for several moments before she pulled away. "I'd better get dressed."

Zack didn't leave as she removed the panties, which were now somewhat damp, and then put on her old clothes, which included a T-shirt and skirt, along with her underwear. She stood, making sure she looked okay in the mirror. It was then that Zack had a naughty idea. He reached out from where he was sitting on the bench, and ran his hands along the sides of her knees. Wendy shivered, and stepped back to allow him an easier reach. As she did so, his hands slipped up, beneath her skirt. She trembled at his touch, but wondered just what he was doing. When his hands reached her panties, he tugged on them until they came free of her skirt, and slipped off her hips.

As her panties pooled at her feet, she looked back at him. "Zack?" she asked, a little disconcerted. He didn't answer right away, but helped her step out of her underwear. He put them into her handbag, and then stood up, hugging her.

"We're almost done here, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, but..."

"Just try it for a bit. I get a thrill out of knowing you're really ready for me, Sweetheart." He gave her one of his wicked grins, and she blushed. She could feel the heat in her pussy already. She would never have dared do this on her own, but for him to suggest it, to ask her to... she would do it, for him.

"Okay, lover," she said in a sultry voice, picking up the remainder of her purchases. As she was about to stand up, he ran his hand over her ass. The feel of the coarse skirt fabric against her bare skin caused her to shudder. "Oh, God," she whispered to herself. She knew she was wet, and she was loving every second of it.


After they got through at the clothing counter, Wendy led him over to the books and videos. She wanted to get a couple books by Anne McCaffrey. Zack watched her as she moved, and he really wanted to do something nice for her. He thought for several minutes about what he could do, when an idea came to him.

"Babe, can you wait here for me? I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Sure. You gotta go?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh, something like that. I'll be right back." He leaned over and kissed her, and then headed for a different part of the store. Wendy turned back to look at the books.


It took Zack a couple minutes just to reach the spot he wanted. The lady at the counter took one look at him, and her passive mien took on a distinct frown.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to speak with the department manager, in private." Zack's voice was polite, but warned that there could be trouble if his request was not granted.

"I'll see if he's available," the woman said snootily, and disappeared through a doorway. Zack could hear her going up or down stairs, and he waited calmly. After a couple minutes, she came back to him. "Mr. Daniels will be right down," she said in her same haughty air.

"Good enough," he said. He looked around at all the jewelry. It was a very big store, and their jewelry department was top-notch. Zack discovered, over in a side display, something that intrigued him, and he thought it would be the perfect gift for his Angel. Of course, there was no way in hell he could afford the $400 price tag, but he had a way around that.

"Can I help you, young man?" the manager said rather coldly. Zack looked at him as he unsnapped the flap on his PDA case.

"Yeah, I think you can," he said, pulling his Adamant AO PDA loose. "Have you seen one of these?" Zack slid it onto the counter as he activated the pre-loaded script. He had thought he might end up doing this, if he'd found something nice, and so he wanted to try it out.

Several very tense minutes later, the program finished up, and the man shrugged three times. Zack had noticed that the sales lady had stayed far away from their discussion. That was a very good thing; he didn't need her interrupting the program.

"What do you need?" the man asked in a much politer manner. Zack motioned him over to the display case, which took them even further away from the sales clerk.

"I assume," Zack said, "that you have a way to cover merchandise that is either lost or damaged?"

"Of course, sir. There are two or three ways that such things are handled, depending on the circumstances."

"I see. So, if something were to just come up missing..."

"Well, it depends, sir. Anything on the floor that came up missing would be reported as theft. Items from the back room, however, are handled rather differently."

"Okay, I think I understand. Do you have another of these in the back room?" he pointed at the item in question.

"Several dozen. It is an extremely popular item."

"If you took one from the back room and gave it to me here, would there be a problem?"

"Yes, sir. The security camera would see us. You would probably get into trouble, and I would lose my job."

"I figured as much. Could you take me into the back room?"

"Not through the store, sir. There is a door from the outside, however, that doesn't have a security camera covering it."

"I see. Good. I want you to go back to that door and wait for me. I will be there shortly."

"Yes, sir."

Zack checked his watch. He figured Brian would probably be waiting for them by now. He walked quickly out of the store, and around the side of the building. Sure enough, the manager was standing by a metal door, holding it open.

"Thank you," Zack said politely.

"Yes, sir," the man replied. He led him over to several boxes, which were opened. Inside the heavily padded boxes were the usual jewelry cases. "All of these, sir, contain the same item from the front."

Zack opened one, and inspected it.

"Do you know your lady's size?"

"No." Zack took one piece out, and felt it. He tried to relax his mind, to remember Wendy's dimensions.

"One size smaller than this," he said finally. The manager handed him one of the boxes.

"This one is the size you requested."

"Okay, now how can I get this out of here without a problem?"

The manager turned and grabbed a box marked 'repair and maintenance'. Zack wondered at the proximity of such a box, and wondered if the manager was crooked already.

"Put it in here," the man said, and Zack complied. The manager quickly tucked the flaps against each other to close the box, and handed it to Zack. "So long as you leave the way you came in, no one will question you."

"Thank you very much. You're sure this can be covered without undue trouble?"

"This box has not been logged in yet. We will report it as a shortage to the distributor."

"Good. Thank you for your time."

The man let him out the door, and then promptly forgot that he had ever seen, heard of, or known Zack Griffin.

Zack walked out to the parking lot, and spotted Brian's truck. He walked over, and opened the passenger door.

"Where's Wendy?"

"Still inside. I wanted to get her a surprise. I'll give it to her when we get to your house. I'll be right back... well, assuming she's ready to leave."

Brian chuckled as Zack closed the door and walked back into the mall.


Wendy squirmed slightly on the ride home as she pushed herself as close to Zack as she could get with her seatbelt on. Brian noticed, and grinned, but kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to piss Zack off, and besides, it was clear that Wendy really liked him, and that was cool with Brian.

Finally, they got home. Zack grabbed half of Wendy's bags, and then reached in and got the other box from behind the seat.

"What's that?" she asked immediately.

"A surprise," he said mysteriously.

"Ooh," she said appreciatively, drawing it out into a long syllable.

They carried her stuff into the house, and Mary looked at all the bags.

"Did you buy the entire store, Sweetie?" she asked her daughter.

"Mom! There's only like a hundred bucks worth of stuff here!"

Mary smiled at her. "I know. And you needed some new summer clothes, anyway. Is this enough?" she added more seriously.

"For now," she said. "I might need more later on."

"You'll bankrupt us, girl!" Mary said with a smile. Everyone else in the room froze for a moment, and Zack noticed that. Obviously, there was some worry among the kids about the finances. Mary, however, was far smoother than she had been. The kids realized this, and relaxed a bit.

"You wanna help me put 'em away?" she asked Zack.

"I'll be right there," he said. "I wanna talk to your mom for a second."

"Okay... but I want my surprise soon." She kissed him on the cheek, and then danced out of the room with her bags.

"You were a real sport to go with her. I know you can't have enjoyed that."

"It had its moments," he said with a wink.

"You didn't... I mean..."

"No, not until you take care of that other thing. You seem a lot happier today," he said, not quite asking a question.

"I have reason to be," she answered, running her hand along his arm, and then across the back of his neck. She pulled him to her and kissed him, quickly slipping her tongue into his mouth. The pair kissed hotly for a few seconds, and then broke apart. Mary looked over his shoulder to see if anyone had caught them, but Brian and Wendy had left for their rooms. She looked deep into his eyes. "I hope you and I can be together again. I know it may feel like cheating on Wendy, but..."

Zack quieted her with another soft kiss. "We'll see," he said with a smile, indicating more than that. "I should get back and give her the surprise she's waiting for."

"Can I see it?" Mary asked.

Zack opened the box, and took out the jewelry case. He opened the hinged case, and watched Mary's reaction. He was a horrid judge of fashion, but he figured she would know about such things.

"My God, Zack! This must have cost a fortune!" She looked at him more carefully now. "Just... how do you feel about my little girl?"

He closed the case and put it back in the box before he answered her. "She's the sweetest person I've ever met. I'm hoping she wants to be my girlfriend."

"What about the age difference?" Mary asked, concerned.

"I'm not worried about it if she isn't." He turned to her with a mischievous smile and said, "What about our age difference?" He ran his hand along her hip, and she sighed.

"That's... a little different," she said finally. "Go on, give her her present. But remember, she's not protected yet."

"I know." He closed the box again, but then he set it down on the table and turned to Mary again. He stepped to her and took her in his arms. They kissed again, softly. He whispered to her, "I'd have gotten you a present, too, but I didn't want the others to ask questions."

Mary blushed slightly at the thought, but she smiled at him. "Just being with you is enough of a gift for me."

"I like giving that gift... and I like giving it a lot." He kissed her again, and then stepped away. "I'd best go see what Wendy's doing."

"You staying for dinner?" she asked, hopeful.

"I'd like that," he said quietly. Then he turned and went back to Wendy's room.


Wendy was sitting on her bed, waiting for Zack. When he walked in, he noticed that Bonnie was not in the room. He had half-expected to have to ask her to leave, so he could spend a little quiet time with Wendy, which the mall had not been.

"Where's your sister?"

"She's off with Steph somewhere. I think they went to a movie or something." Wendy shrugged. She didn't mind that her sister had a new friend. She then patted the bed, inviting him to come sit beside her, which he did, slipping his shoes off first, to keep her bed from getting dirty.

Once he was next to her, she cuddled close. "God, do you know how horny it made me riding home without my panties on? I feel like such a slut!"

"Feel like?" Zack asked with a grin. His hand went down to her knee, and moved up under her skirt. When he reached her cunt, he felt the slipperiness of her pussy lips, but no underwear.

Wendy moaned at his touch. Zack slipped a finger inside of her, and she mewled. He pushed his finger all the way in, and his thumb connected against her clit. She gasped at the pleasure.

Zack moved his finger in and out of her, and he leaned in to kiss her. He finger-fucked her rapidly as their tongues entwined, and Wendy began to buck beneath him. Finally, she screamed into his mouth, and flooded his hand with her juices. Her orgasm lasted for several moments, and he continued to move his hand against her until she came down from her peak.

"Fuck, that was great!" she enthused as he pulled his hand out from under her skirt. She grabbed his wrist, and brought his hand to her mouth. She cleaned his hand with her tongue, sucking each finger into her mouth to make sure it was clean. Once she was done, she let him have his hand back. He kissed her again, but then she wiggled, getting up off the bed.

"I've got to change now," she said, slipping her skirt down her legs. Zack enjoyed the view as she walked over to the closet and grabbed another skirt. She took some Kleenex off her dresser and wiped herself dry first, and then slipped her clean skirt on. She quickly rejoined him on the bed.

"You know, you can put your panties back on anytime you like," he said to her.

"I know," she said, "but I kind of like having them off when you're around."

He smiled at her, and they kissed again for a short moment. Finally, she broke their kiss and pointed at the box.

"So, what's my surprise?"

"Open it and find out."

She undid the box top, and took out the jewelry case. The box was tossed to the floor, forgotten, as she set the large case in her lap. Zack wrapped his arm around her shoulder just as she was opening it. He heard her breathing stop as her breath caught in her throat.

Wendy looked down at the jewelry in the case. In the center of the display was a heart-shaped pendant of gold with a single diamond at its center. Off to one corner was a bracelet, also of gold. It had several silver hearts inlaid, and the middle heart also bore a single diamond. In the adjacent corner, a pair of earrings rested. They were a matching heart shape, and also covered in small diamond chips. The third corner contained an anklet, with a matching but much smaller heart pendant on it. The last corner of the case contained a slightly heavier gold chain to replace the thin chain to which the central pendant was now attached.

Wendy slowly moved her hand out to touch the fine jewelry. Her breathing started again, but it was ragged. He could feel her heartbeat. Her fingers moved gently over the objects in the case, and then she turned her eyes to Zack. He could see the awe in her face.

"Zack... I..."

He put his finger softly to her lips. "I want you to be my girlfriend," he said as half of an explanation. He really just wanted her to have something nice.

"I'd love that," she said, and then leaned in to kiss him. They kissed hotly for some moments, the case nearly forgotten in her lap. But only nearly. When they broke the kiss, she looked down at the jewelry again. "Nobody's ever been this nice to me," she said softly.

"They should have been, Angel," Zack said, hugging her more tightly with his one arm wrapped around her. Zack reached out with his free hand and took out the pendant. He unhooked the chain, and then slipped it around her neck. He carefully refastened it, making sure not to get it caught in her hair. He then let it slip into place between her breasts. She looked down at it, and then up at him again. Her smile was one he'd only seen once before, and he knew that he'd made her happy, which was his goal.

"I hope you know how to put the rest of them on," he said with a chuckle. She nodded, and then leaned against him, embracing him tightly.

"I love you, Zack," she said.

Zack hesitated for just a moment. He'd said that once already, and that hadn't turned out so well. But this was different, and truth be told, he'd have taken Wendy over Claudia any day.

"I love you, too," he whispered.


Zack woke up the next morning feeling pretty good with himself. He'd spent a good evening with the Selmans, cuddling with Wendy as the family watched a movie. He'd had to go before it had gotten too dark, but that was okay. He was thoroughly happy with the evening. He also remembered the kiss that Mary had given him before he left. It stirred things in him now, and he decided to take care of them in the shower.

He had finished his shower and was eating breakfast when there was a knock at the door. He grumbled a bit, until he remembered who that probably was. He was intrigued that there were still people out there who weren't affected by Program Alpha-Omega. He got to the door just as there was a second knock.

Impatient bastard, ain't he.

Opening the door, Zack saw four people standing before him. Two of them were Adam and William. The other two were women whom he didn't know. He motioned them all in and closed the door. The one woman had settled on a chair, but she was sitting on the very edge, as if ready to move at a moment's notice.

"Sorry to interrupt your summer, but it seems the project has hit a snag." Adam was choosing his words carefully for an obvious reason.

"Why don't you introduce me?" Zack asked.

"This is Terry Meuller. She's my secretary. It seems our new training technique doesn't have the desired result on her."

"Hmmm. That's odd. And this?" Zack said, indicating the other woman.

"That's Shirley Jansen. I believe you two already know each other."

Zack's eyes darkened, and Shirley blushed. "Yes, we have," Zack said, feigning irritation. "Why don't you take Terry back to my room, Val, so I can talk to Adam?"

"Sure thing," she said with forced cheeriness. Once the two were out of earshot, Zack turned to Adam and said, "Okay, what's the deal?"

"I've tried everything I can think of, and all the versions of the program we have, but nothing even puts her under, let alone programs her. I don't know what's going on."

"Okay. You got a copy of the script you want implanted?" Adam handed over a disk. "You're staying in town somewhere?"

"At the Summers Inn."

"I'll call you when I'm done for the day."

"Look, Zack, this is important to me, and..."

"I'm not going to try to work with you standing over my shoulder." Zack thought for a few moments, and then said. "I'll let you leave your spy-bitch here. She's already betrayed me once, so she shouldn't have any trouble ratting on me again, if I do anything 'bad'."

"Look, Zack, you know that she's been programmed, don't you?"

"I figured," he said, knowing the real truth of it far better than Adam.

"Okay, fine. Shirley should stay out of your way, but I want her in the room the entire time."

"Yeah, whatever. Now, I've got work to do, so if you want me to get it done, then go away."

As Zack closed the door on Adam and William, he turned with a frown. Something about Adam was just really setting him off, and he didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was just how he was always pushing, always wanting to be in full control of the situation.

Not like you, who just programs the situation to go his own way.

Zack shoved that thought firmly aside as he walked back to his bedroom to see what could be done with his new subject.

"Hi, guys," he said on entering the room. Shirley was sitting on the bed, but Terry was standing, looking out the window.

"Okay, Terry... you seem a bit upset."

"Mr. San...uh, I mean Adam, said that if this programming doesn't take, I may lose my job. How am I supposed to know why it doesn't work?" She seemed to be both angry and scared.

"I can understand. We'll try to figure out why this technique isn't working for you. It may be a flaw in the program, so we'll have to see. First off, let's rule out equipment failure. Why don't you come and have a seat right here." He indicated his desk chair. She moved over to it and sat down.

Zack leaned over his computer, resting his hand gently on her shoulder as he brought up the script-selector he'd written. He felt her relax slightly at his soft touch. He took a second to look at her, and she smiled ever so slightly at him. He smiled back. Picking a simple relaxation script, Zack let it load, and then the program was ready.

He turned to her, not removing his hand. "Okay, now this is a simple program. It's just to relax you. If it works, you should lose about an hour of time."

"How does it do that?"

Zack rummaged around his brain real quick and came up with, "It induces Alpha-waves in the brain. Don't worry about it, it's not harmful. If it works, you'll feel very good. When you're ready, just press 'Enter'."

Zack stepped away from her, and watched as she hit the Enter key. He noticed immediately that she had not gone under the way most people do. He puzzled at that while the program ran. He noticed that Shirley was, in fact, under, even from as far away from the computer as she was. So it's definitely not the machine, and this version of the program works on most, but not all. Hmm. What could it be?

After four and a half minutes, the program ended, and she turned to him. There were actually tears in her eyes. "Not a thing," she said in frustration. When she noticed Shirley, her eyes opened a little wider. "So, it is me."

Zack went to her and knelt down, looking up into her face. He rested his hand on her arm. "Terry, this isn't your fault. When we first created this program, it was... well, very finicky. We've gotten it to work on almost everyone, but obviously there is still some tweaking left to do. I don't understand why Adam is blaming you for this. By the way," he added conspiratorially, glancing at Shirley for effect, "what is his last name, anyway?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you," she said, but then she smiled. "But it's Sandalwood."

He smiled at her, and winked. "Gotcha. Let's go out to the living room, to leave Shirley to her relaxation for a while."


For the next several hours, Zack and Terry chatted about her life. They were interrupted when Shirley came out of the bedroom, but they didn't let it distract them too much. She sat down on the couch next to Zack, while Terry was sitting in the easy chair next to the couch. He paid close attention as she related her childhood, and her growing up. Normally, he would not have found such a conversation fascinating, but he was looking for something that would set her apart from the rest of his subjects.

They broke for lunch, and Zack made sandwiches for everybody. They continued talking while they were in the dining room eating, and it was near the end of lunch that Terry finished telling Zack a chronological account of her life.

"And that's pretty much where I stand today. I've been working for Adam for a year and a half, I haven't got a boyfriend or much in the way of family, and I spend most of my nights watching television. I guess none of that really helps, does it?" she asked with a frown.

"Never can tell," Zack said, just to try to cheer her up. He led them back into the living room, and sat down. The other two resumed their positions as well, and Zack laid his head back, trying to think. Finally, his head came forward.

"You've never been to a psychiatrist?"




"Have you ever had any form of therapy at all?"

"Not that I... well..."


"I don't really consider it therapy, but I did go to a hypnotist for a little while, when I was nineteen."

"For what?"

"I had... uh... some nasty habits I wanted rid of, but couldn't seem to beat them on my own. He did help me break those patterns. Why is any of this important, anyway?"

"Well, because therapy, and especially hypnosis, changes the way your mind is working. Since our training programs also do similar things, it is possible that your earlier hypnosis is interfering with what's being done to you now. I'll have to do some research to find out if that's the case, and if so, what I can do about it, without interfering with your earlier treatment."

"Yeah, I really... uh... don't want those habits back."

"What were they?"

He watched as Terry blushed fiercely. "I'd rather not talk about them."

"Okay, I understand that, but... it may be important to my research. If you could just write them down for me, I don't really need details, I just need to know what you had done."

Terry hesitated for a long moment, but then she nodded. She took the pad he was holding, and his pen. She wrote down a list of things, her hand shaking slightly. Then, she handed the pad back. Zack made sure to keep the pad held in such a way that Shirley would not see what Terry had written. Zack's eyebrows went up as he looked at the list. He flipped the page back to his original notes, effectively hiding the list.

"I understand. I'll see what I can come up with. If you want to call Adam and have him come get you, I'm going to need to do some basic research, and I probably won't be ready for you again until at least tomorrow."

"Okay. Do you really think you can do something about it?"

"Probably. I just haven't encountered this issue before."

"Thank you," she said with a smile.


After Shirley and Terry left, Zack went back into the research materials that Adam had sent along with the PDAs. There were, roughly, a zillion pieces of information here, and Zack had no way of finding exactly what he needed. He slapped together a rough-and-ready search routine to look through the files, and started his computer looking through the files for words such as "hypnosis", "therapy", and many variations thereof.

As big as those files were, Zack knew such a search could take all night. He couldn't go anywhere, either, since he'd have to change CDs when the current one was done, and so on. He flipped on his newly-acquired television, and watched something inane while his mind mulled over what to do about things. The items on Terry's list were rather surprising, and he understood why she didn't want to discuss them. His mind went back over the list:




*a distinct desire to sleep with strangers

*a tendency toward younger boys (at least five years younger than me)

*loud and raucous orgasmic vocalizations

Zack knew that last one had to come from a psychology book or similar material. Any normal person would simply have said they were too loud in bed. The trouble, Zack knew, was that most of what she'd worked to get rid of was all the stuff that Adam wanted to put back. In essence, there was a war in Terry's head, with two competing technologies trying to tell her two different things. Zack figured that the hypnosis was winning only because it had been entrenched for so long.

Well, we'll just see about that.


Six hours and five CDs later, Zack had about 200 MB of information stored on his hard drive. Good gravy, I've got to go through all that? Well, better get to it. It was already well into the evening. He didn't expect to get much sleep.


Zack turned out to be much more right than he knew. It took him several hours just to realize he was going in the wrong direction. He felt very stupid as he realized that the commands he was trying to enter into her brain were not the problem. She'd never noticed those, because she had never, in fact, gone under. Pissed at himself, he shoved himself away from his computer and stalked off to the kitchen to get a snack. His parents had just gone to bed, and the house was quiet. He munched on some graham crackers as he sat in the dark, considering what was going wrong.

He stopped in mid-cracker when he realized that it had to be that hypnosis had denied access to the part of the brain that Program Alpha-Omega would normally use as a gateway to program the mind. So, it would be necessary to 'pick the lock' before he could attempt to program her mind.

So, he thought on his way back to his room, how in the hell do you pick a mental lock?

Four more hours of research would give him the theory. He decided that practice could wait for daylight.


Zack's head was jolted off the pillow at seven o'clock. He slapped the offending alarm clock, and rolled - almost literally - out of bed. He padded off to shower and try to wake himself up. He'd managed about four hours of sleep, and that just wasn't enough for the mental activities he was putting himself through.

He decided, when he came back into the room, to run himself through PAO on a refresher script. Zack didn't like relying on these too much; he wasn't sure what long-term effects it could have. However, on days like today, when there was work to do, he'd risk it.

Fifteen minutes later, and he felt a lot better. It was briefer than his usual stints, but he had work to do, and he didn't know when Adam would be returning his subject. He had found several important pieces of information last night about the theory of picking through a mental blockage like the one intentionally induced by Terry's hypnosis. The trick was turning that theory into code. Would he be able to pull that off? Zack wasn't sure. He looked at his watch, and cursed. It was nearly eight o'clock already. He slammed his brain into overdrive as he began searching, once more, through the documents that Adam had given him concerning PAO and psychology.


The knock at the door startled Zack, and he cursed. Looking at his watch, he realized it was already 10:30.

"Shit! Where'd the time go?" Zack hustled out to the door, and opened it. This time, it was only Terry and Shirley. "C'mon in," Zack said, stepping aside. As the two entered, he said, "What, Adam too busy to harass me today?"

The two ladies chuckled. Terry said, "He's attending to business by long-distance. Not his favorite of activities. Do you have any hope for me today?" she asked, her voice turning very serious.

"Well, I've got an idea. I have to put it into code yet, but maybe in a couple of hours. You guys can watch TV or something, if you like."

"Thanks," Shirley said, dumping herself on the couch and picking up the remote.

"I'll stick close to you, if that's okay," Terry said. "Just in case you need my input or something."

Zack shrugged. He didn't mind the company, but he knew she was going to be bored fast. He led her back to his room, where she sat down on the bed. He returned to his computer to continue slogging away at the code.


Zack had just about finished up what he hoped would be functional code when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He jumped, and nearly swore at Terry, who jumped back slightly at his startled reaction.

"I'm sorry, Zack," she said earnestly. "It's just that it's nearly 1:30, and you didn't stop for lunch. I was wondering if you were hungry."

Zack looked at his watch incredulously. He was used to being interrupted by his mother when he was programming; he knew he lost all track of time. But to have someone else just calmly tell him he was working too hard, well, it was a little unusual.

"Give me another twenty minutes. I may be almost finished. Then we can find out if it works or not."

Terry beamed at him, and she left the room. He didn't know whether she'd stayed by him or not. He'd not needed her help, and he'd forgotten she existed, except as the whole reason for what he was currently doing. His mind quickly went back to the symbols and variables on his screen, once again shutting out all external disturbances. His mother had once commented that it would take a natural disaster to shake him from one of his 'trances' in front of the machine. He didn't care. All that mattered was the code, and making it work.

Nineteen minutes and fifty-three seconds later, by Terry's watch, Zack pushed his chair back away from his desk.

"How do you do that so precisely?" she asked.


She gestured at her watch. "Twenty minutes. Almost on the dot."

He grinned at her. "Lucky guess."

She nodded, unsure. "Your lunch is ready."

He cocked an eyebrow at her, and got up to go see what lunch was.


"Okay, now, I can't guarantee this is going to work. I'm working on trial and error here. I'm hoping it will work, because I think I've over-engineered the problem. But you can never tell with this kind of thing, so don't be disappointed if you still don't get the desired result. It will just mean that I don't have the algorithm right yet."

Geez, next I'll be selling used cars.

Terry sat down in his office chair, and scooted herself closer. Zack stepped back as she reached for the Enter key and pressed it. The loud, but musical, noise that assaulted them all was something of a shock. He'd not expected it to be that ferocious. Once he'd recovered, and the sound had died to a more reasonable level, he realized that Terry wasn't moving. In fact, it seemed as if she was barely breathing. He held his hand under her nose for an interminably long moment before he felt her exhale.

Releasing a breath of his own, he realized she was under. He also knew what was about to happen. She was not being programmed exactly as Adam had requested, of course. Though hopefully Adam would never figure it out, Zack was programming another spy within Adamant Computers. He felt kind of bad that he had to do this to her at all; she'd been very nice to him over the last two days. But he had his own ass to worry about, too, and he was sure that Adam wouldn't like it if Zack told him to fuck off.

Zack did have to admit, however, that he was looking forward to the next little while. Terry was quite a looker, and her long auburn hair was very sexy. Zack decided to fully undress while she was being programmed. He'd decided yesterday that Shirley needed proper punishment for ratting on him, and he was going to use Terry to help him.

He stepped to the door and called down the hall, "Hey, Val, get your ass in here." He went and sat on the bed and waited. It took only seconds before she hustled into the room, and stopped dead.

"Zack, wha..."

"Strip. You've got, I figure, about three and a half minutes left. Get moving."

Shirley recognized when a command had been given. She did not finesse her way out of her clothing. In less than a minute, she was pushing her panties down off her legs, and then she was completely nude.

Zack studied her body for a moment. Her dark brown hair framed an oval face. Her breasts were a bit small, but stood firmly from her chest. Her nipples were already hard, either from the cool air, or excitement. She was thin, and her hips flared invitingly. He studied the thick patch of bush between her legs for a long second before he spoke.

"Get over here." She walked over to him shyly. He had been stroking himself while he watched her undress, and he was fully hard now. "Are you wet?" he asked, rather crudely.

Shirley blushed. She parted her legs for her master to see her wetness. She couldn't believe she was this aroused just from being naked in front of her master. When he reached out and stroked her pussy lips, she moaned.

Zack smiled. He'd written this into her initial script, on the off chance that they would one day meet. He moved his hand from between her legs, and grasped her hip. Spinning her around, he pulled her down into his lap, his cock pressing up into the crack of her ass.

"You know what's going to happen now?" Zack asked. Shirley nodded. "What?"

"You're going to fuck me," she answered, her voice quivering.

"Do you want me to?" he asked with a smile.

"Fuckin' A!" she confirmed.

Zack lifted her up off his lap just enough so he could position his cock at her entrance. He pressed her down slowly until a couple inches of him were inside of her, and then he rammed her down onto him. Shirley screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Zack grunted with the feel of her pussy clutching at him.

Zack wiggled his hips against her, and Shirley moaned. She was full, and a bit sore from the rapid intrusion, but she was also highly aroused. She waited for him to begin moving inside of her, but he only continued to make small gyrations.


"Shh. We're waiting for our third."

It took several moments for the meaning of that to register on Shirley, and before she could protest, another loud noise and a bright flash were emitted from the computer. Zack saw the familiar triple-shrug, and heard a loud sigh of relief from Terry. She turned to see her new master with one of his other slaves impaled on the object of her desire. On the other hand, the slave in question was kind of nice to look at, herself.

Terry rose from the chair while unbuttoning her blouse. After a moment, she froze.

"Master, may I?"

"We're waiting for you," Zack said with a smile. As Terry returned to removing her clothing, Shirley started to get rather uncomfortable.

"Zack, I'm not... 'into' girl-girl stuff," she said hesitantly.

"I know," he said with a sneer. "But she is. And let us not forget that you are being punished, so what you want isn't entirely relevant, now is it?"

"No, I guess not." Shirley tried not to watch as Terry disrobed, revealing a gorgeous, large set of tits and a shapely body that had men drooling. Shirley was disgusted at what she knew was coming.

Once she was completely naked, Terry sauntered over to where the pair were sitting on the bed. Terry reached out and cupped one of Shirley's small tits. Terry hummed appreciatively as her other hand came up to massage the other breast. Shirley felt a little sick, but then she felt the cock inside her moving. Her pussy twinged, and suddenly everything felt very good. It was only when she realized the hands on her chest were feminine that things were not wonderful.

Terry made this worse. She leaned in and began to kiss Shirley on the lips. As Zack continued to move inside her, he leaned in and said, "You'd better kiss her back, and nicely, too. I want to see tongues moving."

Shirley moaned in despair as Terry's tongue immediately pushed its way out of her own mouth and against Shirley's lips. Shirley hesitated for a long moment before parting her lips to admit the intruder.

Terry molested Shirley's mouth as Zack plied Shirley's cunt. He watched as Terry enjoyed kissing her captive partner. Finally, Terry broke their kiss. She leaned forward, and pressed her tit to Shirley's waiting lips. Shirley opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out across the tender flesh of Terry's nipple. Terry moaned at the feel of it.

Zack continued to pummel Shirley's twat, bouncing her on his lap, as she switched to Terry's other breast. After a while, Zack decided it was time to take it to the next level. He motioned to Terry to back away, and then he allowed Shirley to come to rest in his lap.

"Get up," he said quietly. Shirley immediately climbed off his lap. He stood, and then turned Shirley around, pushing her down onto the bed. She understood what he wanted, and scooted herself back up onto the bed. He knelt between her lewdly spread legs, and then grasped her ankles. Putting her feet up against his shoulders, he pressed his cock back into her warm and grasping cunt. Shirley sighed at the feel of being filled by his manhood again.

Once Zack had established a rhythm, he motioned to Terry, whispering something in her ear. She smiled

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A Flight to Remember

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