17 - Final

I woke up to the bright rays of the morning sun. Lifting my head, I saw Stacey and Debbie to my right. My naked wife and my 18-year-old daughter were sleeping in an embrace, with Debbie's little hands resting on Stacey's breasts. Both girls were smiling contentedly in their sleep. When the thought hit me that today I was finally free from punishment and could love my little ones however I pleased, my chest tightened with joy.

I shifted my gaze to the left, where Tinny, an 18-year-old inspector girl, was softly snoring in an armchair. Her youthful chest rose and fell rhythmically, and my eyes locked onto the enticing cleavage revealed by her slightly unbuttoned uniform blouse. It was perhaps the most beautiful sight--her tender girlish breasts peeking out as the top button came undone. Then sunlight fell on the handcuffs chaining me to the bed; with a quiet click, they opened, and I was able to get up. Stepping closer to my tormentor from the night before, I couldn't hold back a sigh of admiration.

Tinny was truly an angelic creature. Her cute, upturned face made my cock point to the ceiling, and her lips smacked excitedly in her sleep, steering my fantasies in the right direction. It was impossible to resist such a stunning scene. Soon my penis brushed against her soft cheeks and plump lips, and with a ticklish flutter, Tinny opened her beautiful eyes. A sly smile spread across her pretty face, and I ran my cock over her sweet features once more.

Her small, wet mouth parted slightly, letting my cock slip in. I was in ecstasy, feeling her tender tongue as I pressed firmly against her soft flesh. She simply allowed me to enter her mouth, stretching her cheek, and held my cock there, her lips forming a tight ring. The mere realization of this filled me with joy--my inspector looked incredible with my penis nestled between her plump, girlish lips. Her submissive, innocent gaze created a striking contrast with her mouth stuffed with my swollen head. The now-useless scanner stood by the chair, its dead lens seeming to glance at me guiltily.

Then Tinny began rhythmic movements, and I melted into her hot, tender captivity. Each time my cock slid into her with a soft squelch, waves of pleasure pierced through me. Tinny herself moaned with delight. My penis moved like a piston in her wet, hot mouth, succumbing to her nimble tongue and firm cheeks. This bliss couldn't last forever.

Gradually, the girl quickened her pace, and I grabbed her head with both hands, practically forcing her down onto my cock, penetrating her throat nearly halfway. Tinny tried to take it deeper herself, but she struggled--deep throating wasn't common here. Still, my obedient girl worked eagerly, moving her blonde head in a detached rhythm, yielding to my guiding hands. She moaned softly and used her gentle hand to caress my balls. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I erupted powerfully, the long period of abstinence taking its toll. Meanwhile, Debbie and Stacey, who had been watching our activities with fascination, appeared just as I began to finish. Their tender mouths came to Tinny's aid as she clearly couldn't handle my intensity. Semen dripped down her chin and onto her chest, right into that incredible cleavage revealed by her carelessly unbuttoned uniform blouse. My daughter and her mother caressed Tinny's trembling, ecstatic body, using their tongues and hands to knead her semen-stained breasts.

Finally, the inspector girl released my penis with a wet pop, and I joined my little ones in their captivating task. I licked the sticky droplets from her chest and neck, then kissed her plump lips, just freed from my swollen cock. Tinny lay relaxed in the chair, still twitching convulsively. When she opened her eyes, she managed to stand and gave me a final peck with lips that still bore my taste. A genuine smile lit up her face as she gathered her inspector's bag and left, swaying her firm little ass.

My little ones sighed as they watched her go. Then they exchanged glances and raced to the terminal to pick out outfits. While they chose, I walked to the window and looked out into the yard, where girls and boys indulged in lovemaking on couches and right on the lawns. The girls let out soft cries, shyly covering themselves while simultaneously impaling themselves on their partners' cocks or pressing their bare breasts into the grass as the boys took them from behind.

Debbie picked a wide but short white T-shirt that, with the slightest movement, half-exposed her cute, firm butt. Seeing her in that outfit, I couldn't resist running my hand over the velvety skin of my young wife's ass. Stacey chose a lacy ensemble of red bra cups and tiny panties that were easy to push aside for access to her most intimate parts--which is exactly what happened.

I wanted to take my daughter right there in the hallway, on the carpet. Debbie decided not to interfere and retreated. My body pinned Stacey to the floor, leaving her unable to move. I kneaded and tormented her large, girlish breasts, kissed her surprised, sweet face, and tried to position myself at her slit. Stacey threw her head back and gasped as I spread her legs to reach her dripping, molten core.

My cock was ready--I pressed it against her petals and pushed inside. A wave of bliss washed over me as I began moving in her hot, tight cave, simultaneously ravaging her breasts and kissing her deliciously arched neck in pleasure. My thrusts grew faster, more urgent; my daughter moaned loudly beneath me as I began to spill into her. It was incredible--feeling my seed fill my girl as she screamed in ecstasy.

Then I stood, helped Stacey up, and she headed to the shower while I went to the elevator. Yes, this day was definitely starting to appeal to me. Stepping outside, I first took a look around. Everything was as usual--cute girls on couches along the park paths moved obediently, crying out in arousal, while their partners groaned in rapture and kissed their messy faces. I couldn't help but smile when I spotted my old acquaintance, Alice, on a bench under a tree--a girl who'd recommended a tasty ice cream flavor a few days ago.

She looked stunning at 18--her tender, pretty face framed by dark hair, large breasts hugged by a blue top, short shorts. Her shy smile and cheerful, ringing voice only deepened my certainty of her incredible kindness and warmth.

"Hello," I greeted her.

"Long time no see... Sen, right?"

"Yes, and you're Alice?"

"Yep... So how are you? Settled in yet?"

"Well, it's been almost a week. Though not without adventures, I'll admit."

I sat beside her and began recounting my experiences. Alice listened intently, gasping and covering her mouth at the most gripping parts, expressing shock and indignation. I gestured with my hands and kept going. Finally, I finished and stared into her bottomless blue eyes.

"Wow, what a day you've had... I was trying new positions with Mom and Dad yesterday. I really liked being on top--my breasts bounce so funny. Watching Mom on Dad in bed next to me was so arousing... Dad was so happy yesterday, he wore us out till midnight."

She gazed dreamily upward and blushed deeply. It was so cute I wanted to kiss her flustered face right then. I hesitated but controlled myself and suggested we get milkshakes.

Ordering drinks, buns, and a blanket from the nearby terminal, we headed to the middle of the park and settled on the grass. Alice stretched out her sexy legs and sipped her shake. I sat beside her, unable to stop admiring her beautiful knees, smooth stomach, and prominent breasts.

"You know, Alice, I still don't understand how these terminals work... What else can they do?"

"Almost everything--food, clothes, modeling..."

"Modeling?"

"You can load a program with a specific reality into the machine, and it simulates it like it's real. Depending on the settings, you might not even realize it's an illusion... There are preset programs, or you can create your own--set the scene, the backstory... It's fun."

"How interesting! I still have so much to learn about this world."

Alice smiled and leaned forward. Her warm breath brushed my face, the faint scent of her perfume stirring an unexpected shyness in me, and I pulled back. Her face was so close I could see every eyelash in detail. She smiled gently, instilling confidence in me, as if something warm blossomed in my soul, spreading and filling me entirely. It was an amazing feeling.

Alice kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her, making her seem even more vulnerable and genuine. We chatted happily about various topics, sipping milkshakes and eating buns. Alice told me about her sexual preferences, her partners, and funny stories from her school days... Often, I didn't fully listen to her words but focused on her tone--her soft voice, her expressions, her gestures, the tilt of her head. She was beautiful.

"Hey, Sen, are you listening?"

"Uh, yes, yes..."

I couldn't tear my eyes from her sly gaze, sparkling with excitement.

"So, this boy, my classmate, he loved it when I took him in my mouth... He enjoyed it so much he'd ask me five times a day... And when it was time for the blowjob test, of course, he picked me as his partner. Imagine this: our turn comes in front of everyone. The teachers were tired, I was tired, and he was super nervous. I get on my knees, open my mouth, run my tongue a little, smack my lips, waiting for the treat. And the thing is, I loved it too--I knew tricks to drag it out and savor it longer. Everything was perfect. He steps up, his cock already rock-hard, and I gently, without rushing, touch the tip with my tongue and brush his penis over my lips. We'd been friends before that, nothing more. And guess what?" She paused dramatically.

"What?" I asked hoarsely.

"He came right away, all over my face--so much that the whole panel burst out laughing. It was so sudden and scary we almost cried... It's funny now, but back then, it felt like the world was ending. We redid it a week later with different partners, of course. I still get chills thinking about it--how did that happen? But it's amusing in hindsight..."

She looked at me thoughtfully.

"How about you, Sen?"

"Well, with my daughter, it happens really fast," I admitted honestly.

"Yeah, during our first meeting, you finished almost instantly, even though nothing happened. But I liked it when you rubbed against me--it was so unusual, so exciting..."

Her eyes danced with playful sparks again.

"Want to try something right now?"

"What?" I asked, startled.

"Model some fantasies... How's that idea?"

I hesitated, unsure what to say. Alice jumped up, grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me to the machine. Her demeanor showed complete determination to introduce me to yet another unexplored delight of this world. We reached the terminal, and she showed me where to press. Then she accessed her virtual storage and selected a file.

"This one's my dad's favorite. Want to try it?"

"Sure, let's do it..."

"Sit here."

I sat on the couch next to the machine. Alice continued tinkering with the screen.

"Relax completely!"

"Yep, relaxed..."

"Starting it!"

The machine clicked softly and hummed. I stared at it, and in the next moment, I was no longer in a park with loving couples but in an entirely different setting.

I was sitting in my office behind a wide desk piled with papers. The window offered a splendid view of the neighboring building's wall. I wore a business suit, my hands resting freely on the desk, my backside sinking into a soft office chair. A sudden gentle touch on my most aroused organ made me flinch. I peeked under the desk. A cute young blonde was stroking my cock through my pants with her small fingers. Her smiling face appeared briefly from behind my leg, then vanished. The sound of a zipper followed, making it clear that this pretty blonde wasn't searching for a dropped pen.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Before I could respond, the head of the technical department appeared in the doorway--a stern girl in glasses with a quirky expression. Her dark bob haircut suggested more than just a professional vibe, and her short skirt, though modest, accentuated her beautiful legs in high heels.

Meanwhile, the girl under the desk had freed my cock from my pants, and I felt the wet touch of her tongue on my shaft. She brushed her lips against it, soaking it with saliva and kissing the tip.

"We've got a problem, Mr. Jones. Clients are upset--specialists haven't gone to the site. What do we do?"

"Call the specialists..." I rasped.

The girl under the desk grew more active. I could feel the hot, wet depths of her mouth enveloping my cock. She moved her head, tightening her lips, and with each motion, it became harder to stifle a moan.

"We called--they're out partying. Celebrating something..."

"Fire them... To hell with them. Why do you keep those idiots?" I managed to say.

My tormentor sped up even more. The quiet smacking sounds must have reached the stern girl in glasses.

"Oh, that's the air conditioner acting up... Anything else?"

The tender caresses under the desk continued; I was barely holding it together. The girl was trying so hard, sweetly teasing with her tongue, attempting to take my not-so-large cock at least halfway into her mouth.

"We need to call a technician--I'll note that... Also, a shipment of construction materials arrived from Chicago. It needs unloading."

My penis glided tenderly in her wet mouth as she began assisting with her hands, tickling my balls and fluttering her tongue over the frenulum. I couldn't hold back and let out a quiet moan.

"Oh, those construction materials... Another headache," I forced out. "Give the logistics department the task."

"I feel you. We're swamped in the tech department too--no data's come in for the North District site. Everyone's on edge."

"Sorry to hear that..."

The girl under the desk wasn't stopping--her mouth struggled again to take my modestly sized cock halfway. She clearly wasn't skilled at deep throating, but that only heightened the sensation. The exquisite feeling of her defenseless mouth being overwhelmed by my penis sent shivers of ecstasy through me.

"Are you okay?" the girl in the doorway asked, concerned.

"Don't mind me--it's nerves. Too much work today."

"Also, Harrison finally submitted his project today! We'd been waiting forever. Presentation's tomorrow in the conference room."

"That's great news, Jane," her name popped into my mind. But the girl under the desk wouldn't let me focus, furiously moving her head, smacking and moaning.

"Is that the air conditioner again?" Jane noticed the odd sounds.

"Yes, it's that sneaky Japanese tech! No idea what they stuffed in there--oh!"

I cried out in pleasure as the girl's efforts finally paid off. I erupted violently into her wet, tender mouth, convulsing in ecstasy as Jane finally closed the door and left.

My sweet companion emerged from her post. She wore a short white blouse, a uniform blue mini-skirt, and high heels. Her smiling face was smeared with love juice. I pulled her to me and kissed her semen-coated lips. She gently hugged me, and we kissed like that for a while. I looked into her huge eyes, pulled back, and she bent down to give my still-dangling cock a final peck before slipping away. After tidying myself up, I felt like taking a walk. Stepping out from behind the desk, I approached the door and turned back to the desk. What I saw completely threw me off.

The desk had no solid back panel. Jane, standing in the doorway, must have had a perfect view of my companion's legs and ass! The thought reignited my arousal. That's why the tech chief's expression had seemed so amusing at first--she was trying her hardest not to acknowledge what was happening under her boss's desk... The idea sent heat rushing through me. I hadn't expected that from Jane. Stepping into the hall and meeting her gaze, I sheepishly looked into the eyes of this selfless girl, ready to do anything to maintain a professional atmosphere...

I slowly came back to reality after the vivid illusion. The names faded quickly, but the events and sensations lingered. I looked at Alice in awe.

"Did you like it?" she asked softly.

"Like it? That's an understatement!" I exclaimed. "Can we do it again?"

"No, it's my turn now!" Alice darted to the machine, setting it up. She sat beside me on the couch and closed her eyes dreamily. I prepared to wait, but less than half a minute later, she stirred and let out a long moan.

"What, it didn't work?"

"No, it's fine. Time flows differently in the illusion--a day there can be a minute here."

"Will you tell me what you saw?"

"Nope," she grinned happily.

"Your turn again--set it up yourself this time," she said.

I approached the machine, selected the same scenario, and froze, awaiting the illusion. Once again, there was a girl under the desk, another in the doorway, tender touches, kisses...

With a gasp, I returned to reality. Though calling a park dotted with couples sharing love "reality" might not fit the old world's definition, it was perfectly natural here. Alice sat beside me, basking her innocent face in the rays of the setting sun. It was time to head home. I nervously kissed her cheek, ran my hand over her smooth, bare stomach, and hoarsely said goodbye.

"See you later!" Alice called, heading toward the aeromobile parking lot.

I walked toward the waterfront to enjoy the sunset before heading home.

When I entered our room at sunset, my eyes were greeted by a scene of true family bliss. Stacey, a sweet eighteen-year-old girl, the daughter Debbie and I shared, was straddling my wife. Touching Debbie's swollen nipples with her magnificent bare breasts, she kissed her mother right on her tender scarlet lips. The girl's cute, perky bottom beckoned me, while Debbie kneaded our daughter's firm buttocks with her fingers, as if testing my resolve. I coughed at the threshold, and Stacey turned over her shoulder, breaking into a smile.

"Papa's here!" she said.

She gave Debbie one last kiss on her cute upturned nose, then swung her left leg over her mother's belly, hopping off the bed. I happily kissed my aroused little daughter on her plump, tender lips and placed my hands on her exquisite breasts. The girl's flesh yielded softly, and I felt both the velvet tenderness of her skin, the firm strength of her nipples, and the inner tension Stacey so desperately wanted to release.

I longed to knead and tease those magical orbs, to touch them with my tongue, to toy with them using my fingers and my cock. These desires were so vividly written on my face that Stacey couldn't hold back a sweet giggle, like the chime of a bell.

"You're so funny, Papa!" she said.

I brought my face closer to my daughter's again. She smelled of something subtly pleasant, both familiar and elusive. It was a scent from childhood, from that very world left behind in That World, where only fragments and echoes of memory lingered in my mind.

My hands, resting on her breasts, began to squeeze and rub the delightful curves, while Stacey ran her small palms over my cheeks, ever so gently, barely touching. I looked at her questioningly, exploring her pink nipples with my fingers, and glanced downward.

The girl met my gaze directly, smiled slyly, and nodded her blonde head knowingly. She gently removed my hands from her breasts, leaned down, and began showering my chest and lower stomach with kisses. I, in turn, started stroking her silky, light hair with its adorable curls.

Our tender girl kissed me lower and lower, and I froze in anticipation. Debbie's voice snapped me out of my trance. For some reason, she had slipped into a lacy bra and panties.

"Sen, I think we need to get divorced," she said.