The Nerd

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Over a period of several weeks I developed a picture of how to proceed, the picture becoming brighter and clearer almost every day. Finally, I had a plan-but would it work? Morgan was extremely supportive during this time even though I ignored her for long periods. One day was lost in thought when I noticed some activity between my legs. I looked down to find Morgan naked again, working my zipper. “You’re working too hard. You need some relaxation, besides I haveri’t had you in my ass in days.” She was right-I had neglected her. I stood, pulling her up to kiss her while slipping my hands down to cup her firm ass. “Umm, I need more of this,” said between her hot kisses. I pulled her ass toward me, rubbing her crotch into my thigh. Her hands continued their activity, working my belt, pants, and boxers free of my body. I stepped out of them as my cock sprung to life. I’d neglected its needs as much as I’d neglected Morgan’s. It throbbed and ached with desire. Morgan moved me to a chair, then knelt before me to lick and suck my cock. She cupped my balls, rubbing them to Increase my need. She started to take me into her mouth. Over our weeks together she’d learned to deep throat me and now her lips were pressed against my pubic hair. How she could do this without gagging or choking was a mystery, it felt fantastic. I had to stop her, though or I’d cum much too soon. I pulled her off so we could change places. I sat her on the arm of the chair so her sweet pussy would be almost at the same height as my mouth. I leaned her back as I moved in. Starting at her ass I licked up, covering her entire bald slit with my tongue until I reached her covered clit. I used my fingers to stimulate it, forcing it to grow in yearning. I rubbed gently as I pushed my tongue into her. She responded by wrapping her legs tightly around my head and pushing her mound against my face. She was becoming wet; she soaked my face, the aroma was intoxicating. Now it was her turn to pull away. She smiled at me as she handed me a tube of lube. I had no idea where she had kept it during our lovemaking. I rubbed a generous amount into her ass before sliding my fingers in. We’d had anal often, especially during her period when she was really horny, but found vaginal sex unappealing. Her anus was well accustomed to both my fingers and my cock, so going slow wasn’t as important as it had been early on. Soon she was ready. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and standing, brought her butt in line with my cock. I pushed gently. She had plenty of lube in her ass already so I easily entered her forbidden hole. The now familiar “pop” signaled my entry. I stroked deep into her, running up against her internal sphincter. She moved up to meet my thrusts. We humped avidly increasing our tempo in proportion to our passion. Morgan began to rub her clit, slowly at first, then more speedily with the increase in our tempo. Her eyes rolled back, her breathing became more rapid and shallow. She was almost ready. Her anal orgasms had increased in intensity as her familiarity grew. I could see she was

in for a whale of one now. I wasn’t far behind her. The tightness of her ass, her heat, and the historically forbidden nature of the act were driving me well over the edge. I wanted to, but I couldn’t hold back. It felt like an avalanche of cum was erupting through that tiny hole and just as I did Morgan’s eyes glassed over and her body tensed before exploding in a violent release. We were both spent- totally. I couldn’t move so I fell to the floor pulling Morgan down with me, my cock still wedged into her butt. She reached for me as she fell. “I love you” was all I heard before she passed out.

My work progressed to the stage of data collection. I had fashioned a helmet lined with sensors designed to pick up electric pulses from Morgan’s brain during sex and orgasm. I hadn’t yet computed what to do with the data, but that would come soon enough. Morgan laughed when she saw the helmet, but when I kissed her long and hard her resistance disappeared. It was like making love to a robot. She couldn’t move much because of the wires so I played the more active role. The sensors lit up wildly as she reached a mild orgasm. I could hear the hard drives recording all the activity. I still needed to compare the results against the control I would take later in the day. It took a while and lots and lots of fucking leading to many orgasms, but I finally felt I had the integral data. When I played it into Marti her monitor lit like a psychedelic display from the ’70’s. “Congratulations, Marti. You just had your first orgasm.”

“I found it most stimulating, sir, unlike anything I have experienced before, it was extremely enjoyable. No wonder you and Morgan are so interested in sex.

I reassembled the neurological impulses, ready to restore them to Morgan. The test was to see if she could become stimulated while the impulses were fed back to her through the helmet. I had her sit calmly in a chair. Her breathing was slow and regular. The room was dark and quiet. I turned on the computer, the helmet lit up as the pulses were transmitted. And…nothing! It was as I had feared. The orgasmic process was much more complicated. In addition to the neural responses there were probably countless hormonal changes, all of which had to be perfectly coordinated. No computer could compete with the complexities of the human brain.

I was a bit discouraged until Morgan sat in my lap. She looked ridiculous in the helmet. “Just as well,” she said seriously. “It’s a lot more fun the real way.” She rose, dropped the helmet into the trash, and led me to the bedroom. On reflection she was probably right. It was more fun this way.