Imagine

With Beth gone home to her family, I was alone again. It was was still morning, and I didn't really have plans for the rest of the day. I headed for my old hangout, the couch, to try to figure out what to do. Who to do, I corrected. Sex was still high on my list, though I figured at some point I would get to using my abilities for something else besides fucking and ducking chores.

It occurred to me that I hadn't yet tried fucking a made up girl, like the one that I had briefly called up accidentally right at the beginning. I hadn't been ready for it then, still not really understanding what I had, and then I had gotten side tracked with Lisa and Beth. With nothing else really planned and most of the day left before my 'normal' life had to restart with the return of my family, this seemed like a good time. I asked Power how to do this, and she told me to just imagine what I wanted; we could fill in fine details later. Going for simple, I went with a repeat of the girl from before. She had been conjured up out of my ideal image for a teenage slut to fuck, after all.

And instantly she was there on the couch again. Eighteen years old, 5'6", wearing the same clothes: a tube top over her extremely generous breasts, flat belly exposed, too short mini skirt with sexy panties, long blond hair loose and down to mid back, a cute tanned face with little snub nose. She was sitting opposite me on the couch, watching TV as if she'd been there for hours. Looking her over, I made a couple changes quickly, just to see what happened. Her hair was suddenly in a ponytail. I swapped out the tube top for a shear crop top, tight and see through, and admired her boobs pressing into the fabric, nipples clearly visible due to her lack of bra (which I was sure would normally not be comfortable with someone with breasts like that).

She was sitting there watching TV impassively, not responding to my changes. She looked vaguely interested in what was on, but in a disengaged sort of way. The problem was, she was just there, a physical work of art, but nothing more. I reached over and grabbed a feel of her boobs, getting no response, not even to my obstructing her eyeline to the TV. She was made up, and I had only been focusing on the physical, so aside from the occasional sexy shifting, she wasn't doing anything, even the kind of idle shifting of gaze you would see from a person paying close attention to the TV. I needed to give her a backstory, which turned out to be more work that I thought. Since she was sitting there like she had been with me watching TV, I used that as the basis for a past for her. She was my girlfriend, had been for a few weeks, and we were spending the morning together hanging out. That explained why she was here and bypassed me having to go through an "introduction" type sequence with her (which would be boring if I was the one making up the details). I made her very submissive toward me (I wanted to be able to have fun and since I was making her up, I didn't want to have to worry about what she 'wanted'). To give this a bit more to it than just me commanding her to fuck, I made it so we had a fight last night and she had been trying to get me to look at her all morning to make up for it, hence the sexy outfit in the living room and the posing. I made her willing to do anything to keep me. That should be enough.

She turned away from the TV and scooched over on the couch, cuddling up to me, very intentionally rubbing her nearly bare breasts into my arm. "I'm sorry, it was all my fault," said, in exactly the sexy sotto I had imagined such a girl having. I realized that I never gave her a name. Mixy? No, too stripper. I went with Sasha.

"I don't know, Sasha," I said, improvising my lines. I tried to get into the part, but I knew she would just go with whatever I said. "Maybe this isn't going to work out. I am not sure I can forgive you for this," I added, letting it hang to see what would happen.

"Please don't say that," she cried, tearing up. Maybe I had made her a little too ****. "I can change. I'll do whatever you want from now on. Please give me another chance," she continued. "Would you like a blowjob? A tit job?", she asked, pulling back and desperately pulling off her top violently, generating a most excellent tit drop. "How about right now?" she asked, reaching down and fondling me through my pants.

This was all coming across a bit ****. I had been going for accommodating, not 'throwing herself at me like a whore'. But even though the attitude was not what I really intended, I had to admit I couldn't resist that offer from someone this pretty. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but decided if I was going this I was gonna go all way unreal and suddenly I was naked, without any sign from her this was unusual. She got down on the floor and fastened her mouth on my cock, sucking with abandon, her ponytail shaking as her head bobbed up and down. It was a pretty sight, and she looked up at me, maintaining eye contact, as she worked on my knob. She pulled me out and stuck me between her breasts, pressing them together and beginning an up and down motion, taking as much of my dick as cleared her boobs into her mouth on each stroke, allowing none of me to feel air. I noticed her miniskirt had ridden up and her legs were spread wide; she was dry humping the air, her panties visibly damp despite my not having done anything. I reached down to take her boobs from her, pressing her into me and guiding her rhythm. She seemed to like that, and reached down to pull her panties aside, fingering herself as she turned up her suction even harder.

This was a bit of a flaw in the scenario, again. For her to be acting like this, already wet and worked up just from sucking me, I must have unconsciously set her to nymphomaniac. I finally pulled back and pulled her up to me, sticking a couple fingers into that cunt to feel how wet she really was. She showed every sign of enjoying that, and soon I had three fingers in, moving at a pretty good pace, a thumb working on her clit. I was actually only moving a little bit; it was mostly her fucking my finger. With anyone else, I probably would have kept at that, working to bring them pleasure, but she was made for me to fuck. I was sick of being restricted by the shape of the couch, so suddenly it was a nice size bed in the middle of the room. I rolled her over onto her back, the miniskirt basically an awkward belt at this point, her panties stuck to the side by her own juices, and she spread her legs wide, practically doing a split, raising her cunt invitingly.

"Fuck me! I need you in me," she cried, and I got on top of her and stuck it straight in, full depth, full ****, in a way I would never do to a real person without fear of hurting them, and started fucking. I didn't last long. I was hot from the idea I had made her for me, so in less than a minute, I was cumming into her. She stretched her legs high in the air, also cumming in response to me, and screaming in ecstasy. I enjoyed it as I filled her little cunt; it was a good cum. But it wasn't a very satisfying cum. I felt more like I had masturbated with a fleshlight than fucked someone. She didn't have any reactions of her own, she was just doing what I liked to see.

As we came down, Sasha pulled off me began licking my cock clean. Between strokes, she would pull off me, weedling. "Wasn't that great, Tom?" she asked. Suck. "Will you keep me? Suck. "I'll do anything you want, anytime you want. You can buttfuck me, (Suck) or I'll give you blowjobs, (Suck) or you can fist me, or anything..."

"Just suck me," I said, shoving her head down on my cock hard, just to shut her up. It fit with the scenario I had made, her desperately wanting to stay with me, but it was just annoying to hear her go on like that, especially since it didn't mean anything. It was obvious there were pros and cons to this imaginary fuckmate routine. The first thing was that I needed to be more careful about selecting the personality and scenario. I had a gorgeous girl, with a body I could have only dreamed of fucking before all this, but there was a very simple problem: I didn't like her as a 'person'. I could do anything with a fake person, who existed only for my enjoyment, and I wasn't really enjoying her. Sure, the sex was good in a physical sense, but I could do porn if I just wanted a nice body to get off with. Since she was fake, I could shut her up by yelling 'suck me', which I would never feel right doing to a real person, but that didn't tickle any fetish I had; it was from annoyance. I thought about how this was different from Lisa: I may have changed her to love me, but she was otherwise a real person, with her own personality, wants and desires, only lightly altered by me. When she came, she really came because she liked what I was doing. I hadn't even made her willing to butt fuck me; she had chosen that, and I would have backed off had she not wanted it. This was getting deep into 'meaning of life' philosophizing (which, given I was still being sucked, the fact I could think so deeply just goes to show how this was not working for me).

This was all going badly, but if I wasn't going to get a satisfying fuck out of this made up person, I had an idea of how I could at least get a unique experience. I pulled her off, and set her back on my dick, then as I pressed into her, I set my new setup in motion. As I pushed her down, I looked up at her, watching her boobs pull into her a bit, her height dropping. I felt her weight slightly decrease, but her legs got longer. Her hair turned brown and curly, losing about half it's length and the hair tie, her voice and facial features shifted, the moan she had been making as I pushed her down becoming a pant as she settled in. I now had a completely different, but still stunning 18 year old sitting on me. I signaled she should pull up, and as she did I watched as her boobs shot back up the alphabet, pulling away from me faster than her motion, driven by her body putting on height. Her hair turned black, her skin chocolate brown. From a busty blond to a petite brunette, I now had a full bodied black girl arched backwards with my dick just inside her. Down and a foxy redhead with apple sized tits met my hips. Up, and I was in an Indian girl, with one of these red dotes on her forehead. Down, and I was sheathed in a tight Asian girl with short black hair in a bob curt, almost flat chested but with an enormous ass. In and out, every motion involving a new girl, all 18 year old hotties of some type or another.

This, I was thoroughly enjoying. A sensation you couldn't get any other way. Every motion was unique. She wasn't just changing on the outside, but inside. The pussy I was in changed shape around me, tighter and looser, deeper and shallower, the angle and the **** also changing as her height and the length of her legs and her weight shifted. The style of her fucking and her responses changed, each face a different reaction, a different voice, sometimes pleading, sometimes demanding, sometimes moaning, sometimes screaming. She became every kind of girl, every race, every size, hair color and style, fit or soft (but never chunky; I didn't have a thing for large girls), forceful and gentle. I came into her but I was not ready to stop, so I just kept going, leaning her over so that now she was under me as I fucked down into her, and she kept shifting, one hot 18 year old after the other.

It wasn't till I begin to get hungry for lunch that I finally stopped, cumming into her one last time (at the time, she was a tall redhead with ridiculously large boobs, her body shaking all over with her latest orgasm). Satisfied, I had Power get rid of her, and she vanished off me in a puff of smoke, my dick suddenly exposed to air in a manner that couldn't normally happen. I sat up and got off the bed, suddenly clean and clothed again, and the couch back as it had been. The main idea hadn't really worked out, so I couldn't call it a successful experiment, but it was a good learning experience. I had to put more thought into trying to make up fictional partners. I was definitely going to keep 'girl roulette' in my repertoire.