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    Dave and the Alien TV *Ongoing*

    This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own the Wonder Woman TV show or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

    Story Code: M/F, Oral, Sci-Fi

    Dave And The Alien TV Ch 01
    By Muhabba

    "...and that's why we do anal probing. Any questions?" the short, squat, gray alien that for some reason looked exactly like Roger from American Dad asked.

    "I, uh... I, uh... I, uh..." Dave stammered.

    "No questions then? Excellent," the alien said before heading towards Dave's bedroom door. "I'll be going then. Once again, sorry the anesthetic gas didn't work on you. One in a million, really. Well, the swelling should go down in a couple of days. Have a good life, human."

    Dave's ragged, sandy colored hair was plastered to his face and he tried to blink it out of his eyes as he stared at the alien in astonishment. "You're... you're just... just gonna leave?"

    The alien turned back to the bewildered human. "Well, yes. I'm afraid your fits of anal anguish have put me behind schedule. Might I suggest a ice pack to help with the pain? As I've said, have a good life," it finished before once again turning to leave.

    "But... that's it?" Dave asked, wincing in pain as he scooted out if bed. "You just probe people and leave? How is that right? No wonder nobody likes aliens."

    The alien turned back to Dave and wagged a finger at him. "That's offensive. The whole Alien Xenophobia thing was started by your people after you knocked one of our people out of the sky! How were we supposed to know your species was the dominate one on your planet? Have you ever seen how people treat cats? Of course we thought they were in charge! Plus, they're the ones that gave the o.k. to start probing you people!"

    Dave had no idea how to respond to that, he was more of a dog person. Well, he would be if he could afford to feed a dog. "But what about me?"

    The alien sighed in exasperation. "Fine," it murmured. "If I leave you a little something will it make you feel better?"

    Dave eagerly nodded his head. "Will it fix my ass?"

    The alien shook it's head. "Try soaking in a cold bath. But I can leave you one of our devices, you should like that. It has loads of blinking lights and cute noises. You people like that sort of thing, right?"

    Dave shrugged his shoulders. "I guess."

    "Excellent," the alien said cheerfully, "But if you tell anyone about it or me I'll have to obliterate you. Ta." And in a flash of light the alien was gone.

    Dave looked around his shabby bedroom in confusion. There was nothing new. He strolled into his equally shabby living room but still didn't see anything new. "Somebody musta spiked my weed," he mumbled as he threw himself down on his threadbare couch and winced in pain. "So why's my ass hurting?!" he shouted to no on and clicked on his box TV.

    "From what I understand you may have received minor injuries to your rectum from a ill-prepared probing," a voice said from the television.

    "Dafuq!?" Dave gasped as he looked around frantically for the source of the voice. "Who the Hell's there!?"

    A red outline of the alien appeared in thin air right in front of him. "I did."

    "It's you!" Dave shouted as he jumped to his feet.

    "Yes," the voice agreed, "I'm me and you're you. How are you doing this morning?"

    "My ass is aching because of you!" Dave yelled.

    "I had nothing to do with your awkward anal adventure," the alien outline said. "I'm merely an entertainment device. How may I entertain you?"

    "But you're the alien," Dave grunted as his abused rear-end throbbed in pain, "The alien that probed me."

    "No, I am merely a holographic representation of the species that placed me here," the hologram said very slowly as if talking to a child, "I only look like your abductor."

    Dave took several long minutes to think over what the hologram was saying to him. "You... you just... just look like him?"

    "That is correct."

    "So you're not gonna probe me?"

    "That is also correct."

    "Do... do you have to look like him?"

    "No," the hologram said before becoming a fully formed, scrubby looking, underdeveloped, young man with ragged hair surrounded by a reddish aura.

    Dave stared dumbly at the new figure. "Well that's stupid. Who's that?"

    The red tinged hologram looked at Dave as if he just publicly wet himself. "I look like you."

    "Oh, well, all right then," Dave muttered in embarrassment. "Sorry. My mirror broke a few months ago and I haven't been able to replace it yet. Kinda short on funds."

    "Which explains why it looks as if you've been cutting your own hair," the hologram stated.

    "Wow, how'd you know that?" Dave asked in amazement.

    "I am the most advanced computer on your planet, I'm very good at extrapolating data," the hologram said with pride.

    "Do you have to look like me 'tho? It's kinda creepy."

    The hologram sighed in frustration which Dave didn't even notice as strange since holograms didn't breath. Rolling his eyes the hologram asked, "Who would you like me to look like?"

    Dave thought it over for a moment before his eyes fell on his DVD shelf. "Summer Glau? Can you look like Summer Glau?"

    A red light flashed in the hologram's eyes and then without further warning a red tinged Summer Glau was floating in the air in front of Dave. "I have scanned your computer for images of the actor and former dancer Summer Glau as well a recordings of her voice. Do I meet your expectations?"

    Dave stared in wide eyed wonder at the Summer Glau hologram, her long brown hair cascading to the middle of her back, her oval face staring expectantly at him. She wore a simple white T-shirt that hugged her small breasts, brown cargo pants and black boots. "You look like Summer Glau from the Terminator show."

    The hologram nodded her head. "As I scanned your computer I found most of your pictures of her were of similar outfits. I extrapolated this image from those pictures."

    "Extrapolated?" Dave asked. "You mean you guessed."

    "Yes," the hologram said with another hint of pride. "As I've said I'm the most advanced computer on your planet and my 'guesses' tend to be approximately 99% correct."

    "That's so wild," Dave said in excitement. "What do I call you?"

    The Summer Glau hologram seemed to stand up a little straighter and spoke with pride, "I am the Jdhuirbs model Hdkheuf entertainment unit but you can call me Thsidvf."

    "No I can't," Dave said plainly. "How 'bout I call you... Summer-Gram. You know, like a hologram of Summer Glau?"

    The hologram rolled her eyes. "Then that would mean my name should be Holo-Glau but if you prefer Summer-Gram..."

    "Excellent!" Dave said in excitement. "Pleased to meet you, Summer-Gram, I'm Dave."

    Once again Summer-Gram rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know who you are, Dave. Now, how should you like me to entertain you?"

    "Can you wear a thong bikini?" Dave asked hopefully.

    "What?" Summer-Gram asked as she glared at Dave.

    "I always wanted to see Summer Glau in a thong and you said you can extrapolate really good so, I thought, extrapolate yourself into a thong," Dave said hopefully.

    Summer-Gram stared at her new master with her hands on her hips. "I am the most advanced computer for the next billion miles and you want to see me in a thong? Wouldn't you rather hear about my functions?"

    "Can't you do both?"

    "Well, yes."

    "Yea!" Dave cried out as he started clapping.

    Summer-Gram sighed in frustration again. "I suppose..."

    "And pose for me," Dave quickly added.

    In an instant Summer-Gram appeared standing on the floor between Dave and his television set wearing a small white bikini top and matching thong. The bikini top covered her small breasts tightly as she raised her arms up and arched her back gracefully, pushing her slight chest out as she began to explain her functions, "I have scanned every electrical device you own and added their information to my hard drive which took up nearly .03% of my functions," she said as she slowly rotated around, the white string of her thong disappearing between her tight ass-cheeks.

    Dave stared at Summer-Gram in rapt attention, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth.

    Summer-Gram slowly lifted one of her legs up and turned around in a pirouette as she continued. "I have also utilized what you call the 'Internet' and scanned your world's computer capabilities. It took approximately 3.04 seconds and was somewhat depressing."

    Dave's eyes followed the juncture of Summer-Gram's thighs, drooling and barely hearing a word she was saying.

    With her back to him, Summer-Gram pushed her tight, little ass towards Dave as she twisted slightly to give him a view of her breasts in profile and continued explaining. "I now have replaced every device you own: Your computer, television, phone, portable entertainment device, and strange vibrating device beneath your bed, are all me now."

    "That was a gag gift from a friend," Dave mumbled as he stared at Summer-Gram's pert ass.

    "As you say," the life like hologram said as she twirled in slow motion. "I can extrapolate any environment into a virtual reality environment so that..." she began before being interrupted by a suddenly eager Dave.

    "You can do virtual reality?" Dave asked hopefully.

    "Yes," Summer-Gram said as she appeared to sit down and spread her slender legs wide. "The virtual environments allow one hundred percent immersion of all senses making the experience feel one hundred percent real," she finished as she slowly began tracing her fingertips up the insides of her thighs.

    "So it, like, feels totally real?" Dave asked as his eyes slowly started growing wider in wonder.

    "That is correct," Summer-Gram said as she twirled her legs before jumping to her feet and arching her back again, "You will 'feel' like you are in whatever virtual reality environment you choose."

    "And you downloaded all the electronics I own? Like my DVD 's and my digital comics and stuff?" Dave asked as he slowly got to his feet, his aching ass momentarily forgotten.

    Summer-Gram pivoted slowly again with her arms high above her head and her chest thrust out. "Yes. And the electronic device beneath your bed will need batteries before the end of the week."

    "Linda Carter Wonder Woman!" Dave shouted out gleefully while clapping with excitement. "How do I do it?"

    A small tray opened up beneath the television and a computer keyboard slid out. Deciding that Dave wasn't paying attention to her anymore, Summer-Gram put her arms down and stopped dancing. "Just write out the program environment you would like, press Enter, and then sit back down on the couch. You can control the environment by..." she said but Dave had already started hunting and pecking the keys on the keyboard.

    After five minutes of waiting for Dave to finish, Summer-Gram once again rolled her frustration. "As I said, you can control the environment by..." she began before once again being interrupted.

    "Finished!" Dave squealed with joy before flopping back down on the couch. "Beam me up, Scotty!"

    "This is a very simple program," Summer-Gram said with a note of condescension, "If you'd like, I can..."

    Dave shrugged his shoulders. "I know it's kinda straightforward but I've had this fantasy for years, so let's get started," he said simply.

    "As you wish," Summer-Gram said in surrender, "Please relax and close your eyes. Do not stare directly into the beam or painful blindness may ensue."

    "Gotcha," Dave said eagerly. "Wait. Painful what...?" he began before a red light enveloped him and he snapped his eyes shut. "I'm blind! I'm blind! Summer-Gram, I'm blind!" he shouted frantically.

    "Open your eyes, villain," a strange female voice ordered.

    Dave squinted through a halfway open eye at the strange female and then his eyes shot open. Wonder Woman was standing directly in front of him. Based on the Linda Carter Wonder Woman from TV with various comic book inspired variations she was at least six feet tale with raven black hair, a large chest, small waist and long, long legs. Her bustier barely contained her ample, golden breasts and her shorts were cut more along the lines of a tiny bikini than anything useful for crime fighting. Dave got an immediate erection.

    "Tell me where the jewels are you Nazi!" Wonder Woman shouted and poked Dave in the chest.

    Dave looked around and found himself tied to a wooden post, his hands bound helplessly above his head. "This is perfect!" he squealed with joy. He hadn't programmed any particular place into the VR so where ever he was it was dark and murky. He could see the beautiful Wonder Woman clear enough but everything else was hazy and hard to make out. He could feel the breeze on his face but nowhere else and looking down he saw he was in a gray Nazi uniform that felt so real, like he was really there. Everything felt real and the most real of all was Wonder Woman.

    "A perfect trap," Wonder Woman sneered with her hands on her wide hips, her long legs spread shoulder length apart and her impressive chest puffed out in the classic superhero pose. "Now tell me where those jewels are!"

    Getting into character, Dave chuckled as evilly as he could, "Mwa ha ha ha, Wonder Woman. You shall never get the location of the jewels from me. Mwa ha ha ha!"

    Wonder Woman stared over her captive before poking him in the chest again, "We'll see about that, villain," she said before taking a small step back. Reaching behind herself she unzipped her bustier, letting the material slowly roll down her chest to reveal her amazing Amazon breasts. The large, firm orbs were easily double D's and resisted gravity completely, topped with hard, pink nipples. "How about now, Nazi?" she asked as she shrugged her shoulders, jiggling her massive mammories at her captive. "Do you remember where those jewels are now?" she asked.

    "Oh wow," Dave gasped at the sight of the most spectacular set of breasts he'd ever seen. "I mean, no. Wait... Nine, I mean nine. Nine I will never tell you where the jewels are."

    Wonder Woman stepped up more closely and pressed her giant tits against Dave's chest, rubbing herself up and down his captive body. "How about now?" she asked with a knowing smirk.

    Dave could feel Wonder Woman's hard nipples dragging along his chest through his shirt and groaned in pleasure. Her tits felt so warm and smooth pressed against him that he started to struggle against the bonds tying him to the post before he remembered that he was supposed to be playing a character. "You will never get the locations of the jewels out of me, Wonder Woman!"

    Wonder Woman nuzzled against her captive's neck before whispering, "We'll see about that." She slid slowly to her knees and began unbuttoning his pants, his erection springing forth and nearly knocking her in the face. "Your mouth says 'No' but your body says 'Yes'," she cooed as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She began lightly tugging on the shaft, slowly jacking him off and causing him to groan above her.

    "That feels so fucking real," Dave gasped, "I... I... I mean, do your worst."

    Winking up at her captive, Wonder Woman licked the tip of his prick. "As you wish," she said coolly before sucking half the length of her captives prick into her mouth. She braced her hands on his hips as she massaged his shaft with her tongue before pushing herself forward, effortlessly taking his whole length into her mouth and throat. She began bobbing her head back and forth, taking him into her talented mouth again and again as she continued rubbing her warm, wet tongue along his length with every suck. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her chin as she held him in her throat, swallowing around his length until he was gasping with exertion.

    "Ooooh Fuck Yes!" Dave shouted in pleasure and joy as Wonder Woman gave him the best blow-job of his life. His hips rocked back and forth automatically, fucking her eagerly sucking mouth in perfect rhythm to her lips. "Anal probe or not, this is the greatest day of my life!" he shouted.

    "Hmmm, not a bad idea," Wonder Woman said as she pulled the criminal's cock out of her mouth. She licked her middle finger and reached around his ass as she began sucking in his cock again, fisting the base with her free hand as her spit wet middle finger snaked around him.

    "What's not a bad idea?" Dave asked before shouting out in, if not pain, then bizarre discomfort. "Oh God What Are You Doing!?" he yelled as Wonder Woman slid her finger into his ass. "Get it out!" he pleaded as she began sawing her finger in and out of his rectum, "That feels so freaky." Tied to the post he had no way to escape as he was anally violated by the world's premier female superhero, "Summer-Gram, help!" he shouted feebly as Wonder Woman's finger sought out his prostate.

    As Wonder Woman released the criminal's cock her finger slid out of his ass with a wet pop, "Who is Summer-Gram? Your partner? Does Summer-Gram have the jewels? Answer me!" she ordered.

    Panting and confused, Dave stared down at the topless superhero. "I don't... I don't know how to answer that question. Just please stop," he admitted, still confused about his second anal violation and how his fantasy had gone so horribly wrong.

    "We'll see about that," Wonder Woman said as she sat up straighter on her knees and held her wondrous breast up. She wrapped the massive mammories around the captive's cock and began sliding them up and down along the length of his shaft. "I will fuck you into obedience and you will tell me what I want to know," she said sternly as she bent her head down and licked the tip of the Nazi's cock every time it poked up from between her golden cleavage.

    Dave's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he groaned in pleasure. Wonder Woman's warm, wet pink tongue licked and caressed the throbbing tip of his cock as it poked up between her golden tits until it gleaned in the strange light of his VR fantasy. He began thrusting his cock up and down, fucking her fantastic tits as a small bit of drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at her up-turned face, her eyes locked in to his face as he smiled dumbly down at her.

    Wonder Woman sneered up at her captive, "Are you ready to tell me what I want to know now, fiend!?" she said defiantly.

    Continuing to pump Wonder Woman's wonderful cleavage, Dave was completely over her attempt to violate him and tried to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing. "Oh, um... I'll never tell you what you want to know, Wonder Woman. Mwa ha ha ha..." he cackled.

    Releasing her bountiful breasts, Wonder Woman stood up with her hands on her hips, her tits high and firm on her chest. "We'll see about that," she smirked as she hooked her thumbs into her tight, blue shorts.

    Dave licked his lips hungrily as he watched the superhero of his dreams begin to slowly pull down her stretchy shorts.

    Pulling her star-spangled shorts down past her hips, Wonder Woman began bending at the waist. As she pushed the material down her long legs farther and farther she bent down more dramatically, her large, honey colored breasts dangling and swaying beneath her. She stood up slowly, revealing her firm body inch by inch, completely naked except for her red boots, magical bracelets and golden tiara. "Are you going to tell me where the jewels are now?" Wonder Woman asked with a knowing smirk and a cocked eyebrow with her hands on her hips, proudly displaying her naked body.

    "What. The. Fuuuuck..." Dave stammered as he stared at the juncture of Wonder Woman's long legs at her full, thick, seventies bush. The springy black hairs gleamed in the light looking strangely conditioned, like she had visited a hair dresser in the last few days. He thought he could see each individual pubic hair thick and springy like a coiled slinky. She looked like she was giving birth to a jazz musician. She began walking closer to him, swaying her hips, the hair between her legs swaying back and forth like a dog shaking it's head in slow motion.

    "Where are the jewels?" Wonder Woman asked as she slowly stalked closer to her prisoner.

    Dave's wide eyes darted quickly between the Amazon Woman's Amazon Bush to her eyes and back again. "Ma'am, I swear to God if I knew I'd tell you," Dave said as his erection quickly softened. What Wonder Woman had between her legs wasn't a seventies bush, it was a seventies hedge. He looked around frantically but of course he was alone in his fantasy. "Summer-Gram, help me!" he screamed in frantic fright.

    Wonder Woman stepped up to her prisoner and lightly stroked his chest. "You will tell me everything I want to know you rotten Nazi," she said sternly through gritted teeth.

    Dave started to dry heave as he felt Wonder Woman's thick pubic hair brushing against his thigh. It felt like a monkey scratching his leg. "Summer-Gram, please help me!" Dave screamed as the amazing Amazon wrapped one of her long legs around his waist, her giant bush enveloping his cock completely.

    In a flash of red light, Dave found himself sitting safely on his couch while a bikini clad Summer Glau stared at him like a disapproving second grade teacher.

    With her red tinged arms crossed under her slender chest, Summer-Gram stared down at the frightened human. "Perhaps you'd like to hear a bit more about my virtual reality program, specifically how to program it properly and then, perhaps, how to exit it?"

    "Yes, ma'am."

    To be continued...

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    This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

    Story Code: M/fF, Oral, Sci-Fi, Incest

    Dave And The Alien TV Ch 02
    By Muhabba

    Dave had promised Summer-Gram that he would listen to her explain what all of her functions were but he was having trouble concentrating. It wasn’t just that she was still wearing her bikini but his mind was just filled with all the fantasies he had ever had since he had been old enough to masturbate. Granted, his fantasy about fucking Wonder Woman hadn’t really gone the way he had expected but he considered it more of a learning experience than anything else and he really thought he had grown as a person since earlier this afternoon. As far as he was concerned, he was ready. He was... Hackerman!

    “...and that explains my financial functions. Any questions?” Summer-Gram asked after finishing her speech.

    “Got it!” Dave exclaimed as he got comfortable on the couch. “So how do I program a fantasy again?”

    Summer-Gram slapped her forehead and rolled her eyes. A small drawer opened up beneath the TV screen and she pointed at it with her free hand. “Grab the master remote. It folds out into a keyboard. Program what you want into that,” she said as she practically groaned in frustration.

    Dave hurriedly grabbed the remote and began hunting and pecking on the remote. “Okay, I think I got it. Make it so, Number One,” he said giddily.

    “I don’t know what that mean,” Summer-Gram muttered.

    “Engage!” Dave said.

    “Whatever,” Summer-Gram grumbled as a bright light flashed out from the television screen.

    As the bright light faded, Dave found himself sitting at a simple dining room table with a bowl of cereal in front of him and a spoon in his hand. A voice called out to him from off to his side as he was looking around and grabbed his attention. “Eat your cereal and get to school, John. I don’t want to get any more calls from your principle about you being tardy,” the voice said as he looked over and saw Lena Headey washing dishes at the kitchen sink.

    Lena was haphazardly cleaning the counter while drinking a beer with several already empty beer bottles surrounding her. She was swaying lightly on her feet while staring out of the window paying no attention to what she was doing. Her dark hair looked stylishly ragged and came down to just above her shoulders. She was wearing a checkered pink and white waitress uniform that came to just above her knees with white, sensible shoes. She was Sarah Connor of the Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles and one of Dave’s life long crushes.

    “Yessss...” Dave hissed under his breath with excitement. If Lena was Sarah Connor then he was John Connor, her teenage son and future savior of humanity.

    “Don’t give me any attitude,” Sarah said, staring at her son with bleary eyes, “Just eat and get to school. I’ll try to make you a better breakfast tomorrow.”

    Dave tried to stifle his excitement and get into character. “It’s okay, mom. I know how tired you are. Did you work all night at the diner?”

    “Yeah,” Sarah agreed as she turned back to the window, “The tips weren’t great but to make up for it I got hit on by every drunk or over caffeinated truck driver that came through.”

    “Sorry, mom. I know how lonely it is on the run from killer, time traveling robots,” he said as he stared lustfully at her. She had a slender build with small breasts and a tight ass, broad shoulders and toned legs. She was holding her bottle up to her lips, running the top absent mindedly around her mouth and he watched her chest as she breathed in and out.

    Sarah sighed as she continued playing with the beer bottle, paying no attention to what she was doing or the looks her son was giving her. “It’s okay, John, it’s not your problem,” she admitted with another sigh.

    “I know, mom,” Dave agreed, “But it still must be lonely on your own, with a teenage son, getting hit on all the time by men where ever you go...”

    “It’s not to bad,” Sarah said with another lonely sigh, “I can take care of myself.” “Sometimes to much,” she said under her breath but accidentally loud enough for John to hear. “It wouldn’t be so bad if...”

    Dave stayed in his chair but turned towards Sarah. “If what, mom? I want to help.”

    “There’s nothing you can do, John,” Sarah said with a smirk, unable to tell her son what was really bothering her about being a single mother on the run.

    “No, mom. Please tell me,” Dave asked, almost pleading, “It can get very lonely on your own, all that pressure building, not knowing what’s going to happen next. Having all that stress but not being able to release it. All those men all around you, hitting on you constantly. It must be terrible.”

    Sarah chuckled. “Ha! It wouldn’t be to bad if... y’know... Hell, I’d settle for a dick to suck...” she blurted out suddenly. And just as suddenly she turned slightly, shocked at what she had said, wondering what John had thought of her over sharing like that, and suddenly their eyes locked.

    Dave’s cock lurched as he stared at the look of hungry desperation on Lena’s face. “I could, maybe, help you with that?” he said awkwardly. It didn’t matter if he was in complete control of the situation, he still couldn’t get over his awkwardness around women. He had played this fantasy a million times in his head and he was always so much cooler in his head than in real life, even if it was pre-programmed.

    Sarah blushed and looked away quickly in shame and embarrassment. “Oh, John, you don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m your mother for Christ’s sakes!” she said, trying to play the situation. A sudden noise drew her attention and she looked over and saw her son scooting away from the table and standing up, his erection tenting his pants and her eyes locked onto the bulge.

    Walking over and trying to act far more confident than he felt, Dave watched as Lena’s stayed locked onto his hard-on. He strolled over slowly, giving her plenty of time to take in the sight of her son’s erection, her eyes never breaking away as she unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of him.

    “Oh, John,” Sarah whispered as her son walked in front of her, her head bent down staring at his man-hood as he presented himself to her.

    Dave placed a tentative hand up and placed it reassuringly on Lena’s shoulder. “It’s okay, mom. I just want to help. It’s no big deal,” he said softly, his cock aching in his pants, the tip of him scraping painfully against his jeans. He cold see Lena’s hard nipples poking against her top and could hear her breath coming in ragged gasps.

    Sarah pulled her eyes away from her son’s erection and looked into his eyes. “I don’t... I... It’s just that... You’re my son, John,” she pleaded.

    Dave smiled at Lena as he squeezed her shoulder re-assuredly. “It’s okay, mom. We won’t let it get weird,” he said.

    Sarah’s booze addled mind took a few moments to come to a decision and she sighed in surrender to her body’s needs. “Oh God, John, thank you!” she gasped out and quickly fell to her knees. Her hands reached up to his jeans and unfastened them, yanking them and his underwear down to his thighs, freeing his hard prick. She looked at his hard, throbbing cock and her eyes became blurry with tears of need. “It’s been so long,” she gasped as she reached her trembling hands up and grasped the base of her son’s prick with one hand and his dangling balls with the other.

    Her mouth watering, Sarah bent forward and licked the tip of John’s cock, the taste of his pre-cum sizzling against her tongue. “You taste so good,” she whispered reverently as she opened her mouth and used her tongue to draw in her son’s cock-head. She moaned hungrily as his soft head filled her mouth, caressing him with her tongue as she sucked him in more. She began bobbing her head back and forth slowly, relishing the taste of a cock in her mouth again, any cock, even if it was her son’s. And somewhere deep inside of her, Sarah realized that the fact that she was sucking on her son’s prick just turned her on even more.

    “Oh sweet Jesus,” Dave gasped as he wound Lena’s hair through his fingers and gripped the sides of her head. He began rocking his hips, fucking her mouth, her expert mouth working his cock as it slid over her lips and across her tongue. He felt her inhale sharply before pushing herself forward, deep-throating his cock, making it slip into her throat. She swallowed around him, her throat rippling around his shaft and his eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned in pleasure.

    Sarah repressed the need to sneeze against John’s pubic hair tickling her nose, his balls resting on her chin. She slid her hands up and down her son’s thighs as she pulled her head back and took a deep breath again and began bobbing her head back and forth again. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on him, rubbing his cock-head along the insides of her cheeks and the top of her mouth. She gripped the base of his cock with one hand and his dangling balls with the other as she pulled his prick out of her mouth and looked lustfully up at him. “Come for me, John,” she pleaded, “Let me taste you. Please.”

    “Oh sweet fuck,” Dave groaned as Lena sucked his cock-head back in and began lashing it with her warm tongue. She jacked the base of his cock with one of her talented hands and squeezed his bloated balls with the other. Suddenly his hips lurched as he exploded into her mouth, trying to bury himself completely in her mouth but she held his prick still so that his cum filled her mouth completely with a few small drops sliding out of the corners of her sucking mouth.

    Moaning in lust at the taste of a man’s cum on her tongue, Sarah sucked her son’s dick dry, one hand milking his shaft while the other milked he heavy balls. His thick seed slid down her throat like warm silk and she shuddered with a tiny orgasm as she felt him fill her stomach. She pulled back from his sticky cock as realization over what she had down filled her mouth. She looked up at him with tears of shame in her eyes and whimpered, “I’m so sorry, John. Oh my God what have I done?”

    Dave took a moment to burn the image of Lena Headey on her knees before him with her cum dripping from the corners of her mouth before bending down and yanking her up by her armpits. He shoved her against the counter with her ass pointed out and bent down behind her before yanking her dress up to her hips. He yanked down her simple white panties and thrust his face between her taunt ass-cheeks, spearing her wet cunt with his tongue. He heard her grunt out in surprise pleasure as he shoved his tongue in as deep as his could, moaning as he tasted her tart juices. She cried out for her son and he gripped her muscular ass-cheeks, digging his thumbs between her cheeks and probing her puckered asshole.

    “Yes, John, yes!” Sarah cried out as her son licked her hated, horny pussy and stuck the tip of one thumb into her ass. Her shame had disappeared the moment his tongue had touched her and now she was wantonly grinding herself back against his hungry mouth. He gripped her hips possessively, holding him to her as he tongue slid in and out of her cunt like a small, wet, wiggling cock. “Thank you, John! Thank you!” she squealed in glee as she felt a orgasm rise up from somewhere low in her stomach.

    Suddenly Dave released his grip on Lena’s hips and stood up, quickly grabbing his prick and pressing it against her wet, dripping pussy. He slid the tip of his prick in and grabbed her hips again, sliding his cock slowly inside of her hot, tight pussy.

    Sarah groaned in lust as she pushed herself back against her son’s cock, her tight pussy parting around him and gripping his shaft. She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs as John filled her completely, his hips pressed against her taunt ass, holding himself against her. She ground herself against her son, working her needy cunt around his cock, panting in lust as he slowly pulled himself back and then slowly back in, fucking her as deeply as he could.

    Dave threw his head back in pleasure as he started working his cock in and out of Lena’s hot, wet pussy. He started out slow and deep, relishing the feel of her wrapped around his prick, gripping his tightly, before increasing his pace, going faster and harder into her. His balls dangled beneath him, swinging wildly as he thrust into her faster and faster, his hips starting to blur and he reached up her body and squeezed her tits through her uniform.

    Suddenly a voice from the side drew the happily fucking couple’s attention. “I see you’ve reached a new level to your relationship,” the cyborg Camren said flatly.

    Dave looked over at Summer Glau as the Terminator named Camren. Her long, brown hair was down past her shoulders and she was wearing a simple, white tank top with black cargo pants and combat boots.

    Yanking her dress down to cover her exposed ass, Sarah glared angrily at the cyborg killing machine. “What are you doing sneaking around?” she practically growled, unsure if she was upset that the Terminator had once again sneaked up on her or if it was because it had caught her fucking her son.

    “I heard moans and thought you might be in distress,” Camren said without inflection.

    Dave didn’t even try to hide his erection bobbing in the air, he just stuck to the script he had written. “What do you mean ‘new level,’ he asked.

    “When future you sent me back in time he notified me that your relationship with your mother took on a sexual component,” she said as she walked over to the two humans, “And he ordered me to assist you.” Despite her immense strength she grabbed them both by a wrist and led them into the living room and the large couch. She turned back around to them and saw that Sarah’s panties had worked themselves off and were laying on the kitchen floor but that John’s pants and underwear were still wrapped around his ankles.

    “What do you think you’re doing, Camren?” Sarah asked. She was still confused by what she had allowed to happen with John and the cyborg’s strange behavior was only adding to it. But she had learned long ago that no matter what happened or what she was feeling, always go with anger first. “I think we’re done here,” she said sternly to Camren before turning to her son. “John, we’ll talk about this latter...” she began before becoming distracted by the Terminator.

    Suddenly Camren pulled her top off to expose her small, firm breasts, silencing Sarah and not noticing John’s eyes lighting up with a wide smile on his face. She pressed herself to Sarah, chest to chest, wrapping her arms around the human woman’s waist and kissing her deeply. At first Sarah stiffened in shock and surprise but as Camren’s tongue began exploring her mouth, Sarah relaxed into the embrace and began kissing her back.

    Dave shuffled closer to the two kissing women with a dopey grin on his face. He grabbed each woman by the wrist and brought their hands over to his groin. Camren’s surprisingly warm head wrapped around the base of his cock and began tugging on his prick while Lena’s hand grasped his heavy balls and began massaging them. He cupped each woman’s ass in his hands, squeezing their tight cheeks as they pressed themselves tightly against each other, rubbing against one another’s bodies.

    Both women released their hold on Dave’s cock as Camren undressed Sarah and then herself. The cyborg lightly pushed the human woman back on the couch and Sarah automatically spread her toned legs as Camren laid down on top of her. They resumed the kiss, Sarah moaning in pleasure into Camren’s mouth before the futuristic killing machine began kissing down her chin and nuzzling her neck.

    Watching Summer kissing down Lena’s body, Dave stripped himself completely naked and began fisting his cock. His eyes were drawn between Lena’s small, firm tits and rock hard nipples and Summer’s heart shaped ass. He could see Summer’s pink, plump little pussy-lips beneath her ass as she bent lower and lower, kissing down Lena’s flushed body.

    Camren kissed down Sarah’s chest, licking and caressing her firm flesh with her moist tongue and causing the human woman to pant in lush. Sarah ran her fingers through Camren’s long brown hair, steering her head back and forth from sensitive tit to sensitive tit, moaning in pleasure at the cyborg’s oral talents. Camren licked and sucked at her hard nipples, lashing the fleshy nubs with her tongue as she squeezed her firm flesh. The cyborg began kissing lower down the human woman’s body, her wet tongue sliding over her stomach to the warm, wet juncture of her thighs.

    Sarah gasped and her body writhed as everything the heartless cyborg was doing to her but she refused to watch, to admit how much pleasure Camren was giving her. Her eyes were locked on her son, naked and jerking his hard cock, his own eyes darting between her and the cyborg’s bodies. She gasped as Camren’s wickedly talented tongue moved between her legs, her back arching, her chest thrusting out as her eyes rolled back in her head. Killing was not the robot’s first talent.

    Wrapping her arms around Sarah’s thighs, Camren licked down to the start of the woman’s slit. Using her tongue she circled the human woman’s plump, dewy labia, running her tongue over Sarah’s sensitive taint before licking up her wet pussy to her hard clit. She sucked the hard little nub between her lips, lashing it with her tongue and causing her to gasp out in pleasure before licking back down. She parted the human’s pussy-lips with her tongue, pushing it into her sopping hole, and began fucking her with it like a small cock.

    Dave got on his knees behind Summer and aimed his throbbing cock at the entrance to her pretty, pink pussy. He rubbed his sensitive tip across her plump pussy-lips, teasing them both until her juices began to gather on his purple cock-head. Grinning wildly he began sliding his cock into her tight cunt, groaning out loudly and he released his cock and grabbed her hips, balancing himself as he pushed inside of her, her pussy parting around his shaft. Her tight, hot, wet cunt gripped him like a vice as he bottomed out inside of her, his bloated balls dangling beneath him as he held himself there for a moment and looked in front of him. Lena Headey as Sarah Connor was completely naked with her thighs spread wide, her small tits raising and falling on her chest as a equally naked Summer Glau knelt between her legs, fucking her with her tongue as he fucked her pussy.

    Life was good.

    Starting out slowly, Dave began fucking in and out of Summer’s wonderful pussy, admiring her ass as his hands wandered over it, squeezing and fondling her silky smooth flesh. Her pussy sucked wetly on his cock, drawing moans out of his mouth as he stared at the two naked, horny women. He needed more cocks, more hands, there was just so much he wanted to do that he couldn’t. As he fucked Summer harder and faster, his balls swung up to slap wetly against her pussy, their bodies making loud slapping noises with every thrust, Lena gasping and writhing in front of them. It was all just to good to be true. But it totally was. Sorta.

    “F-u-u-u-u-ck,” Dave stuttered as he came, his cock throbbing inside of Summer’s pussy as he filled it with his thick seed.

    “Oh Fuck!” Sarah cried out as she came, her sopping cunt gushing with her juices, her thighs squeezing Camren’s head as the robot slid it’s tongue as deep as it could into her spasming cunt.

    Dave bent over Summer’s body as Lena bent forward. She placed a hand on the back of his head and he did the same to her, drawing each other closer so they could kiss, their tongues thorough exploring each others gasping mouths.

    Suddenly the world turned red and Dave found himself sitting on his couch. His eyes flew open at what he thought had happen and he quickly checked the front of his pants. His jeans were still dry so at least he didn’t have to worry about washing them again this week. He looked up at Summer-gram staring down at him expectantly with her arms crossed below her breasts.

    “Well?” Summer-gram asked with a note of self-satisfaction, “How was it?”

    Dave’s eyes slowly went wide as he realized that the VR felt, look, and even smelled one hundred percent real. “That was fucking awesome!” he yelled with a fist punch in the air.

    “Perhaps I could tell you about some of my other features now...” Summer-gram began before being interrupted by Dave.

    “Put a pin in that,” Dave said as he got off the couch and stretched and yawned, “Daddy needs a nap.”

    Summer-gram glared angrily at the human as he walked through her, completely dismissing her.

    The End.

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    This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own the Game Of Thrones TV show or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

    Story Code: M/F, Incest, Sci-Fi

    Dave And The Alien TV Ch 03 Day 02
    By Muhabba

    Dave slapped the snooze alarm for the sixth time before rolling back over and trying to get some sleep. “Gotta get that fixed tomorrow,” he grumbled before a shout surprised him awake.

    “Dave!” Summer-Gram yelled, “Wake up!”

    “I don’t... Wha?” Dave mumbled to himself as his bleary eyes focused on his alarm clock. “Da hell?”

    “In here, Dave,” Summer-Gram said from the doorway to his bedroom. “Hi,” she said with a wave of her red tinted glowing hand.

    Dave’s eyes focused on the slim, beautiful girl standing in his door way. And then when he realized who was actually waving at him he realized that “Standing” may have been the wrong word. “Was doing? Why with the yelling?” he asked sleepily.

    Summer-Gram folded her arms underneath her breasts, still wearing the white bikini from yesterday, and scowled at him. “According to my chronometer, you are approximately 20 minutes late for work,” she said smugly.

    “Holy shit!” Dave blurted as he shot out of bed, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “I am your entertainment center, “ Summer-Gram said sternly, “Not your alarm clock. Although, if you like I can add that to my features, many of which you are not familiar with. I have a list...”

    “No time,” Dave said as he quickly got dressed, “I gotta get to work.” He ran through Summer-Gram on his way out never noticing the scowl on her face


    As easy as his day job was, Dave still found himself unable to concentrate. It didn't require much thought to fold several dozen boxes to get them ready to ship for the delivery company but his thoughts still turned to the amazing alien device he had lucked into and the fact that he had fucked Lena Headey and Summer Glau. He was the luckiest guy in the world!

    "Get your head outta your ass and get to work!"

    The sound of Dave's boss's voice shocked him out of his fantasy. He looked down at his erection, grabbed a box, placed it over the front of his pants and spun around. "Sorry, Mr. Battchi," he said meekly.

    "What is it with kids today?" the manager of the delivery store muttered at his single worse employee, "There's full grown adults who'll do anything for a buck in this economy and I get stuck with you."

    "Sorry, it won't happen again," Dave said with a shrug of his shoulders. He tried to look his boss in the eyes but the managers gaze was drifting down towards Dave's box. He looked down and realized he had taken his hands off the box but his hard-on was keeping the box in place. He quickly grabbed the box again and smiled meekly, hoping his boss hadn't noticed.

    "Just... just get back to work," Mr. Battchi muttered as he turned back to his office.

    "Disaster adverted," Dave said to himself with pride, his hands on his hips and the box on his erection.

    Shortly after lunch time, Dave walked into his dingy apartment like a king entering his throne room. "I am home, my peasants," he said to no one as he flopped down on his couch and picked up his remote. He punched the power but and waited for his entertainment center and TV to turn on. He hit the power button again and when noting continued to happen he checked the batteries. As he lifted the back of the remote off all he found was a wad of green goo glowing eerily and just as he was about to touch it Summer-Gram appeared.

    "Don't touch that!" Summer-Gram shouted, "It's toxic to humans and most cats!"

    Dave screamed and quickly slapped the back of the remote back on. "Why didn't you warm me," he gasped as he gingerly placed the remote down.

    "I did. Yesterday," Summer-Gram said with her hands on her slender hips, still wearing her bikini.

    "I don't remember that," Dave said defensively.

    "Yes, well, we seem to be having trouble with communication," Summer-Gram said with a roll of her eyes.

    "English as a second language. I understand," Dave said obliviously, "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it."

    Summer-Gram growled under her breath before regaining her composure. "Is there something I can help you with, Dave?" she grumbled.

    "Where were you when I got home? I pushed the power button but nothing happened," he said as he got up and headed to the kitchen.

    "That wasn't the 'Power' button," Summer-Gram started to explain, "It was the Internet Access button. I am never actually 'Off'. I have far to many functions to attend to to ever be turned off."

    "I've got Internet now? Coooool," Dave said through a face full of potato chips completely unaware of the look of disdain on Summer-Gram's face. "How much is that gonna cost me?" he asked worriedly, "Cuz I skipped outta work early so my paychecks gonna be pretty light this month."

    "I am... We talked..." Summer-Gram stuttered. "It's... It's free," she said rather than explain.

    "Coooool," Dave groaned.

    Summer-Gram carefully went over how to explain her internet functions a simply as possible to Dave. "I can access what you humans refer to as 'The Internet' by..."

    "No time, I've got a idea for a fantasy," Dave interrupted and began explaining to Summer-Gram what he wanted.

    In a flash of red light, Dave found himself in a large, dark, stone room. "We should hurry before we are missed," a sexy, British voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw his fantasy, Lena Headey dressed as Cersei Lannister standing in her royal gowns. He looked down to check his own clothes and saw that he was indeed dressed as Cersei Lanaster's brother, Jamie and they were in one of the stone towers at Winterfell.

    When he had been able to afford the internet, Dave had downloaded every episode of Game of Thrones, it was one the few shows he would actually pay attention to and not just because of all the sex. Although the constant female nudity was a huuuuge plus. And because Lena was in it it made it a huuuuge plus too. And he had to admit to himself that the incest between Cersei and her brother was kind of hot. Especially now that he was her brother.

    Lena's hair was longer than it had be in The Sarah Connor Chronicles and dyed a dark blonde and her body was nearly completely hidden beneath her clothes but he could do away with those without to much trouble. She stepped closer and he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and held her close as he bent down and kissed her. Her moist tongue quickly found his as he groaned with lust into her mouth. She began grinding her body against his and he began pulling up her gowns until his hands found her pert ass and she groaned in appreciation back into his mouth.

    Dave kneaded Lena's ass as she began unfastening his pants, her hands searching for his rapidly hardening cock. He slipped his fingertips between her firm cheeks, sliding them down until he could feel the start of her damp pussy, her slick juices dripping out of her horny body. He began frantically searching for any type of button or zipper to open her gowns more but he couldn't find even a hint of an opening for him. On any normal occasionally he would have been more than ecstatic to even be able to lay an eyeball on Lena Headey but to have her in his arms, for a second time no less, and not be able to touch her was nearly maddening.

    As Lena slipped his hand in his pants and grasped his shaft, Dave completely forgot about his frustration.

    "Oh, Jamie," Cersei gasped as she fisted her brother's cock, sliding her thumb across the sensitive tip. With her free hand she managed to tug his pants down and cupped his balls, massaging them in her palm as she fisted his prick.

    "Oh, yeah," Dave groaned as Lena's expert hands massaged his cock and balls. His hands continued moving across her body through her far to many layers of clothes as he moaned in pleasure. He once again began tugging on her gown trying to find a way in and nearly ripped her clothes off.

    Releasing her hold on Jamie's wonderful cock and balls, Cersei began hiking up her skirts. "We don't have time," she chided her brother, "We must be quick before we are found out." She managed to pull her gown up to her waist, baring her glistening pussy to her brother as his eyes grew wider at the sight of her naked sex. "I love the way you look at me," she said as she turned around, baring her ass as she looked over her shoulder at Jamie and smirked knowingly at him. "Take me now," she whispered breathlessly as she got down on her knees.

    "Yes, ma'am," Dave said enthusiasticly, surprised to hear Nikolai Coster-Waldau's voice, the actor who played Jamie Lannister, rather than his own. But as he looked down at Lena's pale, up-thrust ass he found that he didn't really care. He knelt behind her and slid his hands reverently of her soft, silky ass-cheeks before bending down on the floor. He spread her cheeks apart and licked up from her moist slit to her tiny, puckered asshole. He'd already fucked Lena Headey during his Sarah Connor Chronicles fantasy and knew where he wanted to fuck her now.

    Lena hissed in lust as Dave licked the wrinkled entrance to her ass. He kneaded her taunt ass as he gently probed her tight little hole with just the tip of his tongue. He slid his tongue down to her dripping pussy, drawing her juices out and causing her to gasp out in pleasure. He slipped up back to her ass and pushed his tongue back into her just a bit further than the last time before licking back down to her pussy and up again. With every push he sent his tongue just a bit farther inside of her until he was tongue fucking her ass and making Lena cry out in pleasure.

    "Yes, Jamie, yes," Cersei hissed through clenched teeth as she pushed her body back and tried to get every bit of her brother's tongue into her as possible. His fingers slid down her ass to between her trembling thighs as she rocked herself back and forth on her hands and knees. She may be a queen everywhere else but with her brother she belonged to his body. As Jamie slid a knowledgeable finger into her sopping cunt she groaned out in lust, "By the old gods and new that feels good."

    "Mew met," Dave mumbled into Lena's ass. He slid his finger as deep into her pussy as he could while sliding his tongue as deep into her ass as he could. He began pistoning in and out one at a time, his finger into her pussy as he pulled his tongue out as he then pushed his tongue in and pulled his finger out. Her arms began to tremble as he tongue and finger fucked her and as he slipped a second finger into her she collapsed forward lifting her ass up higher.

    Cersei moaned into her arms as she pushed her ass towards her brother. A wicked smile crossed her lips as her legs began to tremble. She felt her orgasm begin to rise and chewed on her bottom lip , giggling to herself, if only her husband could see her now. She stuttered in pleasure as Jamie switched fingers and tongue, fucking her ass with his two fingers and fucking her pussy with his tongue.

    Dave began to lose track of what his fingers and tongue were doing, there were just to many moving parts for him to remember everything he was doing. He pulled his fingers and tongue out and shook his head to clear it as he thought about everything he was supposed to be doing.

    "Please, don't stop, Jamie," Cersei begged, "I'm so close and we have so little time."

    "Gimmie a second," Dave said as he began counting to four in his head over and over again to help him keep track. When he firmly established the rhythm in his head he bent down again and slipped his two fingers into Lena's hot, wet cunt and his tongue back into her tight, up-turned ass. She squealed in glee in front of him as he pushed his tongue in and out of her ass four times and his fingers into her pulsing pussy four times.

    "Oh gods yes!" Cersei gasped as her brother switched his fingers and tongue again. His tongue rippled inside of her needy pussy as his fingers wiggled inside of her ass. Her orgasm quickly doubled and she felt it roll over her, her entire body seizing in pleasure and she smiled wildly. Her warm, slick juices gushed out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs as she shuddered and squealed in joy.

    As Lena twitched and writhed around on the tip of his tongue and wiggling fingers, Dave sat up and positioned the tip of his throbbing cock at the entrance to her drooling pussy. He slid himself into her gripping pussy slowly, enjoying the way her cunt parted around him. She seemed to draw him into her body as he held her hips and smiled wide to himself in pride. For the second time in his life he got to fuck Lena Headey and it was all thanks to lucking into that alien entertainment center.

    Cersei moaned in contentment as she felt Jamie bottom out inside of her. She lifted herself up into her elbows and began rocking herself back and forth, fucking herself on her brother's wonderful cock. His talented hands crawled over her ass, kneading her flesh as she worked herself against him, his fingers parting her cheeks and toying with her wet hole, opening her up to him. His thumbs slipped past the tight ring of muscle with a lewd pop as he began fucking her ass with his fingers and she fucked herself with his prick.

    When he felt that Lena's ass was as wet and as accommodating as possible, Dave slid his thumbs and cock out of her, making her mewl with disappointment.

    "No, Jamie, don't stop now," Cersei begged as she tried to push herself back against him.

    "Hold on, hold on," Dave said as he positioned his cock-head against the puckered entrance to Lena Headey's sweat slick ass. He pushed himself forward until the tip of his prick slipped into her ass causing her to gasp at the sensation. He entered her slowly, letting her tight ass envelope him at a snail's pace as she mewled like a small animal. He let her take over, pushing herself back against him, letting her part around him at her own pace until he had filled her completely and his bloated balls were resting on her sticky pussy-lips.

    "Sweet God yes!" Cersei growled as she began rocking herself back and forth, fucking her royal ass with her brother's cock. Her ass made wet slapping noises as it impacted Jamie's hips, his hands on her waist holding himself still as his wonderful prick filled her again and again. She panted and moaned in lust as she felt her juices slip down the insides of her quivering thighs and her brother held her possessively. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Jamie my love," she groaned in pleasure.

    Dave began timing Lena's thrusts and moved his hips slightly. He groaned lustfully as her tight, heavenly ass gripped him tight. The wet sounds of their sex echoed through the stone room as he gritted his teeth, fucking the Queen as deep in her ass as possible. His dangling balls slapped wetly against her drooling pussy as he pistoned faster and harder, rocking Lena's body forward and using his firm grip on her waist to pull her back. He was amazed at how easily their bodies synced together almost like they were brother and sister which turned him on all the more.

    They both began panting and moaning in unison as they felt their orgasms begin to rise as they thrust against each other. Dave pulled Lena hold, holding her tightly against him as he pushed his prick as deep inside her body as he could, enjoying the way her tight asshole gripped him like a fist.

    "Stop, stop," Cersei pleaded as she stared in open mouth fear at the window across from them.

    Dave looked up at the window and thought, "Shit, I forgot about this part of the show." Crouched in the open window was a young, dark haired boy staring at both of them. He couldn't remember the character's name but remembered what he did in this episode of the show. With no control over Jamie, Dave pulled his pants up and ran over to the window, grabbing the boy. "Are you completely mad?" Jamie asked on his own, continuing the scene as it had originally played out on the show.

    "He saw us," Cerise gasped again, building to a panic.

    "It's alright," Jamie said as Dave tried to exert some form of control, "It's alright, it's alright."

    "He saw us," Cersei pleaded to her brother.

    Dave screamed inside his mind as Jamie said back to his sister, "I heard you the first time," before looking out the window at the ground far below. "Stop it!" Dave screamed inside his brain as Jamie looked back at the kid. "You're quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy?"

    "Ten," the kid said and a look of sadness crossed Jamie's handsome face.

    "Ten," Jamie said solemnly before looking back at Cersei. "The things I do for love," he said matter-of-factly before pushing the boy out the window.

    "Ahhh...!" Dave screamed as he thrashed around on his couch.

    "Dave, stop screaming," Summer-Gram said.

    Dave stopped yelling and blinked blankly at Summer-Gram before starting to yell again. "Ahhh! How can I stop yelling when I just killed a kid!," he screamed at her before starting to yell again.

    Summer-Gram rolled her eyes at Dave. "You did not just kill a kid. It wasn't real," she sighed.

    "I ki- ki- killed a kid- d- d-," Dave cried.

    "It wasn't real, Dave," Summer-Gram said in frustration, "It was all just a virtual reality fantasy."

    Dave blinked back the tears. "It... it wasn't... wasn't real?" he hiccuped.

    "No. It wasn't real," Summer-Gram said with her hands on her hips.

    "But... but I pushed that kid out the window," Dave whined.

    "Yes, that was how the scene played out," Summer-Gram explained. "You inserted yourself into a scene and all you added was the sex so you had to finish the scene," she continued, "I've explained this to you before."

    Wiping the tears from his face, Dave stared up at Summer-Gram. "I don't remember that," he said.

    "Yes, well, I'm sure you may have been a little distracted," Summer-Gram said as she waved her hand at her small, white bikini, "Also you nap a lot."

    "Maybe," Dave said defensively.

    "Would you like me to repeat my functions?"

    "Yes ma'am."

    To be continued...



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