Ridin' the Joystick The User's fingers flew over the keyboard as he lightly tapped his way through the unfolding sequence that would take his User ID, and credit card number, and usher him into "Night Rider." The screen obediently faded to black. There was a pause, and then with a sweeping crescendo of electronic music, a brilliant surge of light exploded in front of his eyes only to immediately dissolve into the familiar home page. The User smiled. In the center of the screen a Sybian model 12 sat on a pearl gray carpet, surrounded by a circle of shimmering light against a background vibrant electric blue. The User admired the familiar mounded shape. The Sybian pleasure machine is a cylinder cut lengthwise: the size and shape of half of a wastebasket lying on its side. The curved mound is vinyl-covered, smooth, and perfectly symmetrical. The deep generous curve is wide, but not so wide that its girth can't be comfortably accommodated between the clutching thighs of a kneeling girl. Centered at the top of the curve, a rubber dildo juts into the air, sticking straight up in obscene invitation. The mount is plugged in; it lacks only a female rider. As he gazed at the image, the little finger of the User's right hand shot out to graze the "Enter" key. Eight unoccupied window frames instantly appeared surrounding the inner circle with its waiting pleasure machine. Running on autopilot, the experienced User slid the mouse instinctively, going through the familiar sequence: up to the menu bar to select "Setup." The exciting array of options opened up to him: floor model, ladder mounted, gymhorse, bucking bronco, seesaw. He selected the basic floor model -- the original, and in his view, still the best. Quickly back to the menu bar, this time for "Tools." Now he was presented with a longer list: phallus, rubber dildo (plastic, rubber, chrome), squat plug, and even two types of anal penetrators. One sex toy was tipped with a studded rubber ball that rotated rapidly once activated. Another had a curious branch at the base with a tiny pad attached that when properly situated, would press against a vulnerable clitoris, sending an extra tingle of electric excitement straight to that pleasure button. A user could even add texture to the shaft: nubbly, smooth, ribbed. He selected a hard rubber dildo, with a pebbly surface. He quickly rubbed his sweating palms on his jeans. His prick, swelling in anticipation even as he sat down at the keyboard and powered up, was now stirring to press hard against the front of his pants. He slipped a hand inside the front of his pants to free his rising cock from its tangle of underwear, easing its passage to a full and upright erection. The prompt "Select Dream Girl" appeared on the screen, giving the User an extra jolt of excitement. He quickly licked his lips, and sat up bringing himself closer to the screen. He was now ready now for the final step in the setup. He moved the arrow to the "Dream Girls" button ...and clicked. Eight girls magically appeared in the windows: eight, exciting, erotically-clad girls, waiting there just for him! Like a kid in a candy store, his gaze flitted from one to the other, eager to take in each tempting treat. Below each picture the girl's name appeared, or at least the name given to them by the default option. These names, like all the settings, could be easily changed; the program would remember the names associated with each particular girl whenever she had been used in an earlier session. Today, six of the eight were familiar to him from his previous sessions. There were two new girls: Nikki and Paige. The others were like old friends to him by now: Allison, K.C., Natalie, Claudine, Amanda, and of course Renata, all in various stages of undress, all smiling at out him. The User had fallen in hopelessly in love with Renata. Renata and Amanda were the older women in the group, both stunning in their classic, middle-aged beauty. Amanda was a full-breasted beauty; a luxuriant mane of soft raven-black framing her attractive face, bright, smiling blue eyes and a wide and generous mouth. Amanda with her ample breasts on open display seemed a warm and inviting woman; charming, almost maternal. The User longed to bury his face in those bounteous tits, to cradle his head on friendly Amanda's large, comfortable, heavy hanging breasts. But Renata's beauty was of a more remote, even cool quality. Mature and sophisticated, Renata moved with the easy savoir faire of a woman of the world, a woman with lines in her beautiful face, yet one who was comfortable in her age and her sensual allure. A blonde with severe, close cropped hair, and deep brown eyes, she had a slim, small breasted body with jaunty, low slung breasts that jutted out, and swayed seductively as she moved, undressing for one of his private sessions. He loved to watch Renata preparing for a ride, stripping so nonchalantly, baring her slim graceful body with such casual indifference it took his breath away. She was not like those coarse strippers with their big plastic boobs who worked to entice with a sexy grin, grinding hips, and a lurid wiggling of the ass. No, not like them at all. Whenever Renata, undressed she kept her unseeing eyes far away, as each item of clothing was allowed to slide down her sleek form. Yes, he loved Renata, and he wavered; but in the end, he thought he'd pass on her today. To see this cool beauty mounted up on a jogging ride, bouncy titties juddering, her exquisite face contorted in passion as she reveled in the pleasures wrought deep in her vagina by the Sybian -- that was a sheer joy! Yet, he wanted something more from that splendid beauty than a ride on the pleasure machine, and that, he knew, he could never have. So with a sigh, he passed on, bringing his gaze to dwell on Allison and that shiny helmet of silver blond hair that fell to her shoulders in a straight, silken sheath. The girl had the high cheekbones, chiseled features, and the thin elegance of a fashion model. Today she was dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, and the User thought that was a perfect choice for the pretty blonde. She reminded him of all the pretty girls in his high school, like the stuck-up cheerleaders who would never give him the time of day. He loved to see that lithe model's body repeatedly penetrated by the plunging dildo, shaking and sweating as she was taken on a long and vigorous ride. Next was K.C., well built with her nicely rounded bottom and the flattened mounds of her hanging tits completely exposed as she posed in her window. He admired the thick waves of caramel colored hair tumbling down around her broad, squarish face with that fun-loving grin fixed on her wide, smiling lips. Along with her smile, she wore a white cowgirl's hat tilted back on her soft folds of hair, and nothing else. He fondly remembered the sight of the naked cowgirl, on hand on her saddle, one waving her white hat in the air, as she rode her bucking bronco. Natalie was an altogether different type, short hair cropped in a butch cute and a body that was thin and streamlined as a whippet's. There was a hardness in her eyes, like polished obsidian; she held her head high with a certain arrogant defiance. Natalie's lean body was sheathed in the shiny black leathers of a dominatrix: high, black leather boots with five-inch spike heels, and a tight corset that forced her small, taut breasts to bulge out over the top, while cinching her waist to a delicious slenderness. In her insolent manner, arms akimbo, she stood facing the User, one booted leg thrust forward in a brazen stance, her bush of tight black curls boldly displayed. Natalie rode hard, grinding her splayed crotch down on the pistoning rod, jaws clenched in urgency, as though ruthlessly determined to drain every drop of pleasure from the invigorating experience. Claudine was next. The User also knew this girl well, with that lush, chestnut brown hair tumbling down to naked shoulders in glorious disarray, a single strand of pearls around her neck, and that straw sunhat perched on the back of her head. Most of all he loved those long, gorgeous, truly impressive legs, invariably sheathed in thigh high stockings that she wore with her white high heeled pumps and the large, broad brimmed hat. He loved to watch Claudine settle in, spread her knees, tucking back her folded, nyloned legs, while squatting down to take her place on the on the waiting Sibrian. Claudine was outgoing and vivacious, a sensuous woman who thoroughly enjoyed a raucous ride on her sturdy mount - one that sent her floppy breasts jiggling and bouncing in the most delightful way! But it was today's new girls to whom the User now turned, deciding that they merited a more leisurely study. There were two of them: Paige and Nikki. Paige was beautiful blonde whose wholesome good looks would easily win her the title of All-American Girl in any beauty contest: high cheekbones defining the angular plains of a broad, vaguely Nordic face; a generous mouth that was wide, with full, neatly etched lips, and rows of small even teeth. And she had the most beguiling, honey-colored eyes--feline eyes. Those devastating eyes held an inviting look -- one that made a man feel he was the only man in the world. Intoxicating nectar to any male ego, those eyes sent a thrill through the tense User, powering his already hard penis. His eyes trailed down her front into the open black leather jacket, she wore to approve of her softly mounded tits that hung heavy and loose. Posing in her window, she wore nothing but the shiny jacket, and a motorcycle cap perched on the back of her thick blond hair. The girl was dynamite. What would Paige look like mounted up? ...straining back in ecstasy as she absorbed the electrifying pleasure of the fucking dildo? What would she look like with her pretty face contorted with lust as she rode in the grip of overwhelming passion? The User, sitting there with a full erection tenting the front of his pants, paused long and hard to consider the intriguing possibilities. Next to her was a much younger girl; one who looked a lot like a skinny teenager. The User could only guess how old this girl might be, for she was a fresh-faced kid with the willowy body of a adolescent - lean and narrow, with gangly arms and coltish legs, and the most appealing pair of tiny little breasts: budding tits with taut points, that stuck straight out from her slim girlish chest, with aureole about the size of a quarter. Her lines were neat and straight as if having not yet ripened into the fuller curves of a mature woman Nikki was seated in her window, topless, wearing nothing but a pair of snugly fitted jeans. She leaned back in the chair, slack-limbed, with extended blue-jeaned legs crossed at the ankles. Her dark hair was pulled smoothly back and tied up, so that the excess hank of hair was left to dangle in a perky ponytail. Under a row of even bangs, the face she presented was youthful and freshly-scrubbed, with no trace of makeup -- a cute girl's face, with crisp, neat features. And now she turned it to the camera to give the User a teasing smile that was both innocent and wildly erotic. The mouse pointer hesitated, wavered between the two pictures, drawn from one to the other by the tempting possibilities. Then, with a decided click of the mouse he selected the girl he wanted: The new girl, young Nikki would be his choice for today's ride. ****** The bare-chested girl, instantly signaled that she had been selected, stirred like big cat, unwound her leggy, lean body and got to her feet. She smiled at the camera, and went about undoing the front of her jeans, then shoving them down her legs before sitting down again to draw them off over bare feet. Nikki's panties were thin white hip- huggers that rode low, banding her trim waist. Without ceremony, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and gracefully slipped her underpants down to her knees, letting them drop, and then with a single delicate step, walked free of the silken puddle she left on the carpeted floor. For a moment the nude girl paused in front of the camera, head held high, legs straight and held together, hands loosely at her sides, letting the camera look, giving the User what the censors like to call "full frontal nudity." The seated User felt his cock twitch in eager expectation to see the splendid nude standing there before him. He touched himself. His gaze was immediately drawn to her pussy, a modest pubis lightly shaded with dusky curls through which the neat tuck of a pale pink labia could be seen. His fascinated gaze climbed that perfectly still, pristine body to dwell on the taut points of her juvenescent breasts, dimly discernable rises on her maidenly chest that emerged as two tiny peaks, capped with those pert, fleshy pink nipples. On upward his adoring gaze traveled to find that small youthful face under those shiny bangs, with big dark eyes looked back at him as just the trace of a nervous smile played over her lips. Now the camera panned back to show a wider view as girl turned to approach a Sybian machine configured exactly to the User's specifications. Already prepared with a coating of greasy lubricant, it stood there at the ready -- eight inches of gleaming, cream-colored phallus! The rod was stiff, yet pliable enough so its angle could easily adjust to accommodate a female rider who, once perched astride the mound, would sit impaled with the hard rubber prick up her cunt. The User watched the naked girl approach her perverse mount, pleased to see the pert, tight-cheeked young bottom she showed him when she turned her back. To saddle up, the agile girl got to her knees beside her waiting mount, raised herself up till she was kneeling up straight, then threw a leg over the curve to straddle the mounded bulk. Up on her knees, the pony-tailed girl held herself perfectly erect as she settled into a half-squat, carefully positioning her lightly furred crotch over the glistening rubber prick. She looked down to watch the hand that was cupping her sex as the fingers spread, pressing open her cuntlips. Prying back the pink labia, Nikki held her sex splayed open and slowly bent her knees, squatting down, gingerly lowering herself onto the vinyl saddle. Her smooth brow was knitted in concentration as, inch by inch, the artificial cock was swallowed up by the slim girl's enveloping cunt till the little rider bobbed up and down before settling into place -- the entire length of the stiff rubber phallus lodged well up her young vagina. The User felt a surge of excitement ripple through him. His mouth was dry; he found himself tingling with anticipation. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He rubbed his fingers, reached for the joystick, comfortably cradling the pistol-grip in the sweating palm of his right hand, fitting his anxious fingers to the molded plastic grip, closing on the plastic rod. The slider in the base would be used to start the fucking motion, activating the smoothly operating cams which sent the rod pumping up and down like a well-oiled piston. Pressing the red button on top delivered a quick jolt of vibrating energy. By lightly jiggling the joystick with his curved fingers he was able to diddle the girl, sending the rod that was insulated deep in her cunt into a flutter of activity by remote control. By masterful manipulation of his controls, the User could turn on the mounted girl, flooding her with repeated orgasmic thrills, while totally controlling her wild and bouncy ride. He watched her settle back, hips squirming as she tried to adjust to the novel sensation of having the stiff rubber intruder stuffed up her cunt. Little Nikki sat with stiff arms extended down in front of her, wrists pressed together, fingers splayed outward, bracing hands curved to fit the rounded contour. Taking a deep breath, she removed her hands to let them fall loosely dangle at her sides. Her slim chest rose with another deep breath and with a quick flick of her pony tail, she straightened up, sticking out those pointy little tits of hers. Sitting there with splayed knees, her lithe body held rigid, she raised her head to look up at the camera. He saw the hint of uneasiness in the wide dark eyes that looked up at him from under silken bangs; her anticipation only added to his pleasure. She bit down on her tightly-curled lip, and waited tensely. His left hand palmed his hardened penis through his jeans, while the right hand tightened on the joystick. He clicked a button and the dildo, snugly ensconced up her Nikki's tight little pussy whirred into life, sending humming, deep-seated vibrations reverberating throughout her slender frame. Lines of urgency creased her smooth brow, tightening around half-lidded eyes as the naked girl rocked forward, absorbing the repeated stabs of pleasure. He skillfully manipulated the joystick, jiggling it rapidly with his fingertips, sending repeated shimmering thrills through that thin, undulating body. The girl's lashes fluttered, and her eyes slid closed against the creamy rise of pleasure. Her jaws clenched; she vigorously shook her ponytail. Then a dreamy expression came over her upturned face as she savored the delicious sensations generated deep in her innards. Her sinewy thighs tightened, and the little rider was bobbing up and down in syncopated rhythm, her gyrations matched to the pistoning phallus that impelled her on her jogging ride. The User was a maestro who played the joystick like a fine instrument, sending pulsing energy to electrify the juddering girl. He sent the lively rod deep, and then teasingly drew back, driving the lust-crazed girl always closer to the edge. Nikki fell forward and braced herself with stiff arms and extended hands fitted to her rounded mount as the pumping vibrator picked up speed. She threw her head back and let out a low moan as a shudder racked her body. Then she was arching backwards and straining up, held there on the brink for several impossible seconds. The User watched entranced as the girl got swept up in the wave of sheer sensual pleasure. He let her ride the rolling orgasm till it reached its peak. Just as her body started quivering, signaling the onrushing climax, he slid his thumb to the red button. The abrupt surge of energy sent Nikki into a profound spasm of pure ecstatic delight, she shook and trembled, threw back her head and gave out with a long, trailing moan, as a massive, all-consuming orgasm overtook her. By now the User sat with his jeans opened, his briefs jammed down his thighs. Caught up in a frenzy of lust, he clenched his naked prick, pumping furiously as he rose up to arch back in his chair. The tickling rise of pleasure was unstoppable, and he came with a gut- wrenching explosion that sent an eruption of cum spurting everywhere. He fell forward; sat there hunched over, shoulders heaving, panting for air, as the waves of passion receded. Once he became sane again, he looked to the screen and the slumped over, quiescent girl. Nikki sat with head and shoulders sagging down, her body limp and drained. A shiver rippled through her thin shoulders - a tiny aftershock, but she managed to keep herself upright by bracing herself with her extended hands. She made no attempt to dismount, but stayed in place, impaled on the diabolical machine. His thumb slid back to the little red button. The User still had 13 minutes left on his private session with the little rider, and he would use those 13 minutes to the fullest, driving the impaled girl to places she had never been before, forcing her bouncy, pleasure-soaked body to absorb one after the other in a string of earth-shattering orgasms.