Geek Sex

: mf humor

I stumbled out of bed and glanced at my buzzing alarm clock. 8:00! No time
for a shower. Ah well. I'd get around to taking one soon. I walked over to
my computer table and sat down in front of my 386. Half a screen of last
night's netsex session with "wet_girl" was visible -- my member perked up a
bit at the memory of it -- and I was pleased to note that the download I had
started before falling into bed had been successful. Five more megs of
nubile Asian lesbian hermaphrodites -- yum yum yum.
After pulling on a pair of jeans and my Ho-Ho Con/cDc t-shirt I walked
downstairs, ate some cereal, and just caught the school bus. I sat in the
back to insure that I'd get a view of Nora Darey. She boarded the bus two
stops later. Long black hair, perky tits, green Doc Martens, and a Sex
Pistols t-shirt. Yum yum yum -- she could fire my sex pistol any old day.
She sat down next to a friend and began to chatter away. My cock got hard,
and I nonchalantly moved my bookbag on to my lap.
I slept through my first three classes and headed for the computer lab
during lunch. I walked in and my heart stopped. Seated in front one of the
battered old PCs was Nora, her cute little mouth, the mouth that I'd so
often imagined wrapped around my dick, wrinkled into a frown. We were alone
in the lab. Here was a chance to talk to the sex toy of my dreams. I cleared
my throat.
"Ummm, hi there, Nora."
She looked up. "Oh...hi...uuuhhh..."
"Pete. Ummm, we're in the same homeroom."
"Oh, that's right." She still looked perplexed.
"We've, ummm, been going to the same schools since first grade."
"Oh...OK. Sure."
"Ummm...yeah. So...are you, uhhh, having problems or something?"
"Sort of. I'm trying to print my term paper, and it's just not working."
"Maybe I can help. I'm uhhh...kinda handy with computers."
"Oh really? I never would have guessed."
She stood up, and I sauntered over to her and took a seat. She stood in back
of me. I began to diddle with some of WordPerfect's settings, then winced
when I mistyped a few commands.
"Whoops. Not quite used to this. I'm a bit of a (ahem) UNIX hacker, myself."
I wanted to look good for my fantasy girl.
"Oh, really?" She sounded mildly interested. "Do you ever use IRC?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"Really?" She moved closer to me. I could feel her breath on the top of my
head. I wish I had combed my hair this morning.
"Errr, yeah. What's your nick?"
"It's, ummm, 'wet_girl'."
I gulped. "Oh really?"
"Uh huh. Kind of silly, I guess. What's yours?"
"Oh, I'm uhhh...'big_p'."
She gasped. "You're "big_p"!!?!" She moved even closer and placed her hands
on my chest. "So last night...?"
"Uh-huh." My voice cracked. "I mean, ummm, uh-huh."
She made a soft sighing sound and rubbed her hands over my chest. Mr. Happy
sprang to attention. She pulled my shirt up and rubbed her hands over my
bare skin. I moaned.
"God, I want you," she whispered into my ear.
I stood up, knocking my chair over, and took her into my arms. We kissed and
I jammed my tongue into her mouth as far as it would go. She moaned and
began to dry fuck me, rubbing her crotch against mine. We hastily started to
undress each other. She was down to her bra when she stopped and stepped
away.
"Wait...wait..." she gasped. "Here? Is it safe?"
"Sure, no one ever comes in here now except for me." A patent lie.
"OK. Ummm, I'm on birth control, and I just tested clean for any STDs."
"Oh." My fantasies about popping Nora's virgin cherry faded away. "Well, I'm
a vir -- I mean, I just tested clean too."
"Great." She pulled her bra off, exposing her pert little melons. The
nipples were even hard! It was just like a XXX .GIF!
We embraced again, me slobbering on her knockers, her nibbling on my neck.
We slowly made our way to the dirty, hard floor and pulled our pants off. I
yanked my underwear off (hoping she didn't notice the dried cum stains) and
gaped as she slid her moist, black panties over her ankles.
Nora laid on her back. "Fuck me...now."
I got on my knees and stared into a jungle of tangled black hair and red
folds of skin. "Uhhh...OK." I continued to stare.
She sighed and grabbed my cock with both hands. "Ow!" I cried. She ignored
me and continued to yank on my meat puppet. I gradually got the idea and
allowed her to guide me into her gaping tunnel of love.
"Ohhh..." we both sighed simultaneously. I laid down on top of her,
relishing the feel of her warm flesh. We stared into each others' eyes.
Years passed in moments.
I finally broke the silence. "So, uhhh, now what?"
"MOVE, you idiot!"
"Ahhh."
I started to move my cock in and out of her, as fast as possible. I figured
she would like it that way. In a matter of minutes I came. It felt like a
minor h-bomb.
"Oh God," I gasped, "that was so good."
She sighed and shoved me off of her. "Moron. Can't you do anything right?"
She looked around, frantically, until her gaze rested on a 5 1/4 floppy disk
on the table. She snatched it, folded it a bit, and shoved it into her
crotch.
"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh..."
"Hey, ummm...you're not supposed to bend, fold, or mutilate that."
"Go...away!"
"Ummm...OK. I think it was blank, anyway."
"Beat it!"
"Uhhh...sure. So, will you be on IRC tonight?"
She ignored me and continued to work the disk in and out of her sopping
pussy. I dressed and quickly left. For as long as I lived, I would never
forget my 2 1/2 minutes of pure carnal pleasure with Nora.