Randy and the Consequence Free Ring

"Boy, come to my study, I want to show you something".

Randy had been leaning over the upstairs balcony looking down at the aunts, uncles, cousins and family friends who milled about the kitchen, dining room and den below. His eighteenth birthday party. He looked up to where his grandfather stood expectantly beside a door he'd never been allowed to enter before.

"Sure Grandpa, what's up?"

The older man silently ushered him into the room and closed the door behind them. The study was like a hollywood set designer's first pass at "old man's study", A big wooden desk with a blotter and one of those green glass lamps, sturdy bookshelves hosting row after row of leather bound books, and framed pictures of his grandfather's life, many in black-and-white. There wasn't much of grandpa in the family albums, and Randy was instantly fascinated. As his grandfather sat at the desk and pulled open the desk's bottom drawer, Randy tried to take in all the images, grandpa in fatigues, posing with a gun in the jungle, drinking with his fellow soldiers, in a dress uniform, shaking hands with a man in a suit -- President Eisenhower according to the scribbled on caption.

There were racy photos too, grandpa half-undressed, surrounded by topless pacific islander women, grandpa at a diner pulling a waitress in a mini skirt and rollerskates to sit on his lap, grandpa pressed up against a blonde woman who Randy felt like he should recognize. The grandpa in the photo was in his mid thirties, and positioned behind the woman, one hand pulling her into a deep kiss, the other reaching into her evening gown and taking a hard squeeze at one of her breasts. Randy struggled to read the note scribbled in the corner.

"Princess Diana!?" he shouted.

Grandpa scoffed, "What a bitch. It made sense when Elizabeth had her killed, too headstrong. She did give excellent head." He gestured for Randy to sit down on the other side of the desk and pushed forward a sturdy metal lock box. Sitting in a foam indent in the box was a single ring that was immediately recognizable to Randy as his grandfather's. The old man wore it on the ring finger opposite the plain gold band of his wedding ring. The ring in the box was of a metal that Randy had never been able to place, maybe a braid of platinum and copper? And formed a spiral pattern around three teal stones.

"I'm going to tell you something that only twelve people have ever known. Five of them are dead, including your father." Grandpa drew and held Randy's eye contact, "On March 4, 1960, a meteor hit Bruderheim Alberta. A strange radiation was picked up by a malfunctioning weather satellite, and a team of special forces operatives was sent to retrieve the rock. The previously unknown ore - unimaginatively called bruderite - was found to have psychoactive properties: a person in contact with a piece of bruderite could disrupt memory formation of people around them, effectively leaving no witnesses to their actions."

"Seven rings were crafted from the ore and the members of the retrieval team were equipped with them, given maximum security clearance and carte blanche to pursue the security of the United States as they saw fit." Grandpa sat back in his chair, "I was one of those original seven."

"The program was an abject failure, it turns out when you give seven men trained to kill the ability to do whatever they want, serving their country is the last thing on their mind. We dropped like flies, because sure you can fuck whoever you want without consequence, right up until you die of siphilus. Sure you can rob any bank you like, right up until you get crushed under a palette of gold bricks."

"In the nineties, I ran into one of my colleagues in the field. He had flipped to the Russians, and after a shootout in the middle of Tel-Aviv, I managed to put a bullet in his brain and bag his ring. By that time I was done working for the government. I gave the ring to your father, but unfortunately..." He gestured dismissively.

Randy couldn't react, this was too much to take in all at once. Grandpa took a moment to clean his glasses before continuing.

"These rings are the source of our family's wealth and security. Now that you're a man, I want you to have your father's. You will be able to do or be whatever you want, so long as you are bold enough and smart enough."

Randy stared in stunned silence for a moment. "That's crazy. There's no way that's true."

Grandpa scowled, "Are you calling me a liar boy?" he stood angrily, holding up his ring. "When I wear this, I can choose who remembers what I do. I can effectively do whatever I want, to whoever I want. You want me to prove it? Fine!"

The old man unbuckled his belt and threw his slacks and underwear to the ground in one smooth motion. Randy backed away in shock. His grandpa glared at him. "You just watch!"

Randy followed as his grandfather walked out of the study and downstairs to the crowded living room, pantsless and cock erect. No one gave him a second glance. He shook hands and shared a joke with Randy's uncle Leo who had just arrived, and he wrapped Randy's cousin Macy fondly in a big hug, his member pressing tightly against her skinny, well toned body. Randy followed in the older man's wake, transfixed and a little unsettled at the show of power.

"Hey Randy!" A hand landed hard on his back, making him wince. His longtime best friend Chris laughed, his breath smelling like tequilla, "You should introduce me to that girl who just got here, if I had known you were keeping such a fine piece of ass from me I don't think we would still be friends."

Randy watched his grandpa tousel Macy's curly red hair, and she laughed and pushed him away. A perfectly normal scene except for the string of precum linking the old man's cock to the damp spot on her red sundress. His fascination fought with his revulsion.

"You really don't see it?" he asked Chris, who kept ogling Macy as Grandpa made his way through the crowd.

"See what? That that girl is clearly not wearing a bra? I have indeed noticed this and it has simplified my plans for the evening. Now introduce us, make me seem cool."

Chris shoved Randy to where Macy stood, idly looking at one of Chris' mom's paintings. Grandpa stood himself behind a couch where his mom was gossiping with his aunts Sheila and Kate. The women all greeted him warmly and he joined their conversation, all so normal except for the old man's huge pecker jutting out inches from Kate's face.

"Hey birthday boy!" Macy glommed onto Randy in a tight hug. He noted that Chris had been right about her lack of bra. As she stepped back from him, giving her typical beaming grin, he couldn't help but be taken again by how pretty she was; her thin, slightly-upturned nose spattered with freckles and her big, earnest blue eyes. She still had a girlish figure despite being two years older than him, but her muscles were more toned and her little pert bust made her dress drape off her figure just right.

Macy had been Randy's first crush, he remembered following her everywhere at family get-togethers before he could even understand why. Even though they weren't blood related -- she was Aunt Kate's daughter from her first marriage -- Randy had never tried to make anything happen between them, it would have been weird. He was suddenly very excited to get his hands on that ring.

He grinned back at her, "It's good to see you Mace, you look amazing!"

"Lol, no, but you're sweet." She pulled her dress out to examine the wet splotch on her belly, "I'm such a klutz, managed to spill something on myself and I haven't had one drink yet." She let her arm slide from his shoulder to his bicep, "But you sir are actually looking good, I don't think I've seen you in a button-down outside of a funeral, and definitely not one that fit you this well. Manhood suits you cousin!" She gave his muscles a squeeze that made his mouth go dry.

Randy glanced over at his grandfather and wished he hadn't. The old man had straddled the back of the couch and held Aunt Sheila's head firmly in his hands as he leisurely fucked her throat. Sheila hadn't even put her wine down, and the other two women continued their conversation, oblivious.

Randy wondered how many family gatherings had featured a scene like this that he simply didn't remember due to the ring's influence.

Chris cleared his throat. Macy turned her hundred-watt smile on him. "And who is this?"

Randy tore his eyes from the debauchery across the room. "Oh, um, Macy, this is Chris, he is the captain of my school's chess team."

Chris shot him a glare. Randy smirked -- he knew his audience. Macy's smile somehow intensified as her full attention clipped onto the other boy.

"Wow, no kidding! I'm a bit of a chess player myself."

Randy scoffed, "Macy is the twelfth-ranked player in her region."

Now Macy glared at him, "Don't make the cute chess boy feel intimidated by me! Also not for long, Lakshanaa doesn't know what's in store for her."

Chris laughed. Randy stifled his jealousy.

"You said you hadn't had a drink yet, can I get you one?"

Macy curtsied "Yes please, Shirley Temple, but replace the grenadine, ginger ale and cherry with vodka."

Chris laughed, "Birthday boy?"

Randy shrugged "Beer?"

Chris gave him a thumbs up before running off to the kitchen.

Macy put her head on Randy's shoulder and wrapped an arm around him in a side hug. "Would I be a rotten cousin if I jumped your best friend's bones at your birthday party."

Randy fought the urge to kiss her right there, to shove her onto the coffee table, to lift that flimsy dress over her head and finally get a look at the body he'd fantasized about since he was nine. Across the room, Grandpa had moved on to Aunt Kate, the whole couch shifting with each thrust as he pinned her head to its headrest. Sheila had enthusiastically rejoined the conversation, ignoring the stream of drool and spend slicking her throat and chest.

He looked over to Macy and saw her gaze following his. He wondered what her brain was letting her see as her grandfather throatfucked her mother.

"Sorry, I put my foot in my mouth again didn't I?" Macy withdrew her arm.

Randy blinked, "What? No, you're good. I just got distracted."

"Oh, yeah," she gestured to the couch, "grandpa's such a jokester isn't he?"

Randy tilted his head. In eighteen years he had never heard his grandfather tell a joke. "What?"

"You know, like when I came in he told me 'god I would love to skullfuck you, but I don't think you would make it.'" she laughed mildly, "classic Grandpa. I guess he didn't think he could hurt my mom." She laughed again.

So that was it. Everyone could see. Everyone knew what was going on. But their brains registered it as inconsequential. An old man telling jokes. Pulling pranks. And those memories faded quickly.

He racked his memory for any time his grandfather made him laugh. It took some digging but once he found one, the others quickly followed. Cribbage around the kitchen table pausing while Grandpa bent his mother over and fucked her roughly from behind. Grandpa at his mom's gallery opening, shoving the mayor to her knees. In the hot tub, holding Macy's older sister Claire on his lap, bouncing her up and down while the whole family watched. Where was Claire? He hadn't thought about her in years, what had Grandpa done to her?

Randy's initial revulsion gave way to excitement. That was real power, and he was about to receive it. He could do anything, be anything he wanted.

He could fuck Macy.

He gave her arm a squeeze and headed over to where Grandpa was firmly holding his mother's face, a thumb in her mouth propping it open, while he furiously stroked his cock inches from her lips. Randy's mom's face showed confusion and annoyance, but no fear or anger.

"Randy! Finally you decided to not be a stranger, come give Auntie Sheila a hug!"

Randy ducked away from his aunt's sticky embrace. He spared a glance at Kate, whose head had rolled to one side, unconscious, her wine spilt on the carpet beside the couch.

"Just a sec Aunt Sheila, I need to talk to Grandpa. Also, I think you spilled something on your shirt."

Sheila looked down and her cheeks went bright red, "Oh dear, that's embarrassing. Let me find a towel."

As she bustled off Randy addressed his grandfather, "Can I try the ring soon?"

The older man ignored him for a minute, masturbating rapidly, then groaned, unloading ropes of cum into both of Randy's mother's eyes, both her nostrils, and across her open lips. He let her fall, gasping onto the couch, then stepped down.

"It doesn't make you mad to see me fucking your mom like that?" Grandpa asked, wiping off the tip of his cock on a passing skirt.

"I mean a little, but it shows the level of power you have. I want that power more than I want to be angry."

"Good." Grandpa grabbed several mini quiche off of the dining room table and ate them ravenously. "I want you to do something before I give you the ring to prove you are worthy. To prove you're not a pussy."

"Yes. Yes, of course I -"

"Fuck Macy."

"What!?"

"Fuck Macy and I'll give you the ring."

"But I want the ring so I can fuck Macy."

"And that's fucking pussy talk. I've watched you moon after that girl for a decade. I did my best to set you up, I scared away every one of her boyfriends and I didn't give her an eighteenth birthday deflowering like I did for all the other girls. She's always been into you, you could fuck her at any time and she'd thank you for it."

"But... She's my cousin?"

"Pussy talk! I've set my terms. You get your dick wet in Macy, and I give you the ring. Now, if you'll excuse me." Grandpa stalked hungrily to the front door where uncle Hector and Aunt Terri and their three daughters were entering. Terri was a model, and looked like a human barbie doll, but with bigger boobs and better hair. The girls, Anastasia, Julie and Violet were practically clones of her, though Ana, the eldest, was on track to beat her mother's endowment.

Randy looked back to where Chris was now easily chatting with Macy. He watched her hands brush Chris' shoulder, chest, face. Fuck, she was going to jump his best friend's bones on his birthday. Grandpa was right. He had to fuck Macy now or he would always wonder if she would have let him without the mindfuck ring.

Determined and turgid, Randy made a beeline for Macy and Chris. He was practically clotheslined by the arm of a middle-aged woman.

"Did you forget you still needed to give your Auntie Sheila a hug?" She didn't wait for confirmation, but pulled him into a tight embrace. She made a squawk as his bulge pressed against her.

"Oh my, our little Randy is a man now. And what a man!" She laughed, giving his crotch a long, lecherous stare, "Don't worry, I won't tell your mother you were fully erect at family birthday."

As Sheila bustled off to, presumably, immediately tell his mother about her son's erection, Randy found himself wondering if perhaps he came from a long line of sexual deviants, before returning to the immediate matter of fucking his cousin.

Macy and Chris had wandered into the relative seclusion of the laundry room, but Randy was relieved to see they were still just talking. He joined them, graciously accepting his beer and laughing along to whatever joke Chris was telling.

Randy steeled himself, drained his beer, then abruptly snatched Chris's and finished it as well. He handed Chris the empty bottles. "Hey buddy, get me another one, kay?"

Macy laughed and rapidly finished her "Shirley Temple". Randy's throat went dry watching her suck the last three fingers of vodka through her straw. She handed her glass to Chris "Me too!"

Chris gave Randy a scowl, but laughed as he made his way back to the kitchen.

Macy hopped up to perch on the washing machine and kicked Randy gently on the arm with her bare foot, "Welcome back, how's grandpa?"

Randy stared at her, and willed himself to be bold.

"I want to fuck you."

"What?" Macy blinked, her eyes creased, confused, but her smile didn't dim.

Randy stood in front of her, putting his hands on each of her thighs. "I've wanted to fuck you since I wanted to fuck anyone, and I hate the idea of Chris getting to put his dick in you before I do." He leaned forward and kissed her. She stared at him the whole time, not kissing him back, but not fighting him either. Randy gave her a wolfish grin "Think of it as my birthday present."

Macy laughed at him, "I'm not going to do that because your birthday present is a mint in-the-box copy of Pro Skater 2, and I have taken quite a lot of flack from my parents for insisting we buy you a thirty-year-old video game. However -" She slid forward, wrapping her legs around his waist, "I would hate to be the reason you wound up with blue balls on your eighteenth birthday." He could feel the heat of her pussy through his shirt. She gave him a long, lingering kiss.

"That's a yes then? Right now?"

"I have stipulations. I'm still going to fuck Chris, but you get to pop my cherry, so happy birthday! Also, this is a strict pull-out situation, I'm not going to get pregnant from a family reunion. Go up to your room, I'll get Chris talking to Anastasia to distract him for a bit, then I'll join you." She kissed him again, hard enough to make him dizzy.

Randy staggered back, "How are you so casual about sex if you've never had it?"

"I mean I've blown a lot of guys. For whatever reason they just ghost before we get into bed together. Now I get to fuck two guys in one day, both cute and only one is a cousin."

She ran her hand down his chest, grazing her fingers across his tented crotch. She laughed when he moaned at this barest of contact, then she bounced off.

Randy gave a few seconds before he dashed upstairs. He paused at the landing. Macy's immediate, enthusiastic consent had been intoxicating. He'd been so caught up in the moment that he had let her set the terms of their rendez-vous and just agreed to whatever she said. That wasn't taking charge. That wasn't proving to grandpa that he wasn't a pussy.

He should have fucked Macy right then and there in the laundry room, bent her over the drier the instant Chris left the room. He imagined the look of panic wash over her face as he came inside her, her eyes wide like when they were playing tag in his house as kids and she slipped on a rug, falling into his arms. He imagined her with a baby bump and felt his cock seep precum. There was no way he was going to pull out.

Most importantly, if he had fucked Macy in the laundry room, he would have the ring already. He nodded, he would do it here on the landing. It was his birthday after all.

"Hey Randy, what are you thinking about?"

Macy climbed the stairs towards him, her eyelids low as she lustfully looked him up and down. He noticed that she had touched up her makeup.

"I can't wait. We should do it here."

She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Whatever you say, birthday boy." The last two words were delivered husky and low, directly to his ear as Macy pressed him against the stair railing, grinding against him. She delivered a string of hot, slow kisses from behind his ear, down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt so she could continue to his shoulder. Randy moaned softly and ran his hands down her back, kneading her tight little ass, and sliding his fingertips through her legs to brush her pussy, prompting her to bite his shoulder.

She leaned back and looked into his eyes, "Wait, is this your first time?"

Not wanting to equivocate about dry humping Leslie Gerard at summer camp, Randy nodded. It had been a long time regardless.

Macy grinned at him, her eyes sparkling with menace, "I get to pop your cherry too then!" She continued to unbutton his shirt. "For what it's worth, I have also always had a crush on you." She continued her trail of kisses down his chest. "I asked my mom if I could marry you when I was like, nine. She told me I would love other boys by then." She paused to undo his belt and pull down his fly. She stared a moment at the bulge in his underwear, then nuzzled the wet spot with her cheek, looking up to see his reaction. "It never happened, not really. I've had lots of boyfriends, don't get me wrong," She pulled down his underwear and let out a sultry giggle when his member bounced out and hit her chin, "but when I'm lying alone in my room, horny as fuck, masturbating with a goddamn electric toothbrush because I never worked up the nerve to walk into a sex toy shop, yours is the face I wish was hovering over mine."

She took his whole shaft in her mouth in one go, and Randy let out a horny yelp that was definitely audible in the livingroom. Macy pulled back and stroked him gently, the caress of her soft hands sending waves of pleasure through him. She laughed up at him, her wide eyes sparkling.

"You're going to need to be more discreet, little cousin. What will you do if your mom comes up here? Or my dad?" She took him in her mouth again, bobbing quickly. His arousal skyrocketed, and he clenched his whole body trying to cool it down. He wanted to last long enough to please her, but at this rate he wasn't even going to stick it in her pussy. He grabbed a handful of her curly red hair and pulled her head back. She grinned mischievously up at him, catching a string of dripping precum with her finger and sucking it off.

"What's the matter, cousin? You a little pent up?"

"Stand up!" Randy growled, pulling her in that direction by her hair.

"Ow, haha, okay, okay, mff --" Randy pressed Macy against the wall, lifting her so that she was perched on the stair rail, and kissed her to shut her up. He ground the tip of his cock against her pussy through the fabric of her dress, he felt her pussy lips part for him, and the resistance beyond them. She locked eyes with him and nodded encouragement.

Randy's body ached to pull up the red sundress and shove his cock in her, but this was the last time Macy would have a virgin pussy and he wanted to see it before he crashed through like the Kool Aid man. He pulled back a little and Macy whimpered, pleading at him with her eyes and pulling him back into their embrace. When he started to kneel though, she grinned, lifting her skirt for him.

"I guess it's my birthday too! You're welcome for shaving."

Randy stared at Macy's perfect innie pussy for a moment, then up to her face where she was staring down at him, lids heavy with lust, lip bit in anticipation. He used his thumbs to spread her lips open, eliciting an eager coo from her, and her hand gripping the back of his head, trying to draw him closer. He resisted for a moment, running a thumb from the base of her vagina where the hymen had a small, crescent-shaped opening, all the way up to her tiny clitoris, which prompted a stifled squeal as Macy bit down on her wrist to stay quiet.

Randy gave an exploratory poke to Macy's Hymen, feeling how taught it was. He grinned up at her then leaned forward to drag his tongue up her slit in several eager strokes, drawing an escalating groan from his cousin. He had never thought he would enjoy eating a girl out, but now that he was doing it... it didn't taste good, he'd always doubted when other boys had bragged about liking the taste of pussy and he had thought it would taste somewhere between sweat and cum -- Though he wasn't keen to open himself up to inquiry on why he knew what cum tasted like. He was disappointed to be proven right, and yet he found the act addicting, the way she reacted to him, her stifled moaning, her flowing juices, the way she moved against him, driving him harder and deeper --

Then her hand was in his hair, dragging him away from her. Their eyes met. Hers were full of feral need.

Then wide with fear as the stairs creaked.

Macy was instantly back on her feet, smoothing out her dress. Randy pocketed her discarded panties, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and ran his fingers through his hair to try and tame it.

Of course it was just fucking Grandpa. He had Aunt Terri over one shoulder, stripped naked from the waist down. She giggled and playfully swatted at him, like she was high.

"Oh my god boy are you still dallying about?" The old man dropped Terri on the stairs and reached under Macy's skirt, prompting a moan from her as he dragged his finger through her pussy. Randy watched Macy's face as confusion, discomfort, then placid acceptance washed over her.

"Just like I thought! Did nobody ever tell you how to fuck a girl, boy? Just push her over, put your dick in her and if I need to explain the next part you might be too stupid to keep around." Grandpa wiped his hand off on Macy's hair, causing her to giggle absentmindedly.

Randy stepped forward, wrapping a posessive hand around Macy's arm "Stop touching her. I'll do it."

Grandpa sat down on the stair a few steps up from the landing. He dragged Aunt Terri to sit on his lap, effortlessly sliding his cock inside her. "Alright, then do it!"

Randy found himself momentarily distracted as Terri started enthusiastically riding his grandpa. Her D-cups, barely contained in the low-cut sweater she wore, bounced in a way that pulled her whole body back and forth in a hypnotic sway. Although his boner had been flagging, he found himself once again turgid. Macy watched along with him, and she laughed like she was half asleep, "Oh Grandpa..."

Randy shook his head. "No. You go upstairs. I don't want you in her head while I'm fucking her! I want her to remember this."

Macy turned back to him in shock, "Randy! Grandpa and Aunt Terri are *right* there."

"That seems awfully short-sighted boy. Don't get too attached to your first lay, you'll have every pussy you want every day of your life after this one."

Randy pointed up the stairs, "Go do whatever perverted thing you were planning. I'm going to fuck Macy the way I want to, and you'll have to take my word for it."

Macy stared at him in horror. Grandpa met his eyes, and bodily spun Terri around so her back was to Randy. Then the old man stood, lifting Terri with one arm. Annoyed as he was, Randy couldn't help but stare in awe at the show of raw power.

"Just so you don't have to be a little bitch about it later..." Grandpa reached over and touched Macy's forehead. She froze in place, eyes stuck open, mouth slightly ajar, drooling. When he lifted his hand away, she fell like a rag doll, Randy ducked down to catch her.

"What did you do!?" Randy sat down and pulled his cousin onto his lap.

"Quit whinging. She'll wake up in a minute and when she does she won't remember you blabbing to me and Terri, which she probably would have taken as an excuse to leave your dick dry. You're fucking welcome." And with that he made his way up to his study, each step making Terri moan a little.

Randy sat on the landing, clinging to Macy. True to Grandpa's word, her eyes popped open about a minute later. She looked up at Randy, eyes still full of lust, "I guess my Shirley Temple hit me harder than I thought. You might be taking advantage of me, cousin."

Before he could respond, she was up on her knees, pushing him onto his back with one hand and unzipping his pants again with the other. She pulled his cock free, now only semi-hard after their interruption. Macy straddled him, and started rubbing her pussy up and down his cock, its lips spreading around his girth. The sensation had him hard again in short order, and as his member pushed up into her, Macy let out a little moan. She closed her eyes and continued steadily grinding against him, suddenly leaning forward and steadying herself with both hands against his chest, stifling a louder exaltation by biting her lip. She opened her eyes and gazed down at him, letting her hands wander his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm going to get us caught."

Randy chuckled, "Too late to turn back now, let them catch us."

She giggled and leaned down to kiss him, sloppily. Then she whispered in his ear, "Are you ready?"

He nodded, and she sat up again lifting her dress with one hand so he could watch as she used the other to line up his tip with her slit. They both held their breath as she lowered her weight onto him, and his cockhead pressed hard against her hymen, drawing a whimper from her. Then the resistance gave way, and a trickle of blood slid down his shaft. Macy froze for a moment before she started shallowly bouncing. Her eyes widened at the sensation and she began to move more quickly and deeply, again biting her arm to silence her involuntary cry.

Randy stifled a moan of his own as Macy's tightness sent waves of pleasure through his body and stars to the edges of his vision. Every detail of the moment made Macy hotter, the way her curls bobbed with each bounce, the way her eyes rolled back and she struggled to remain upright, the triangle of freckles that rose from her pelvis to her navel. He felt a pressure building up inside him, and yet it wasn't the rapid rise to release that he knew from masturbation. Macy was not taking his whole cock, and her movements were timid and rhythmic.

A vision flashed through his head of him grabbing Macy by the hips and shoving her the rest of the way down, taking control and fucking her at the speed and depth his body craved. He knew if he did that he would cum almost immediately. He imagined Macy's horrified face as she felt his seed flood her, and suddenly it was all he wanted. The thought drove him suddenly closer to climax.

"Time out, time out!" He whispered. Macy's face flashed with panic and she pulled off of him, the final popping sensation nearly finishing him. He fought with his body to keep his semen in, but he knew he would cum the instant he stopped clenching.

Macy looked down at his twitching member. She smiled dreamily at him.

"Want to finish together?"

Randy nodded, he could feel his face burning with desire. Macy climbed off and laid on her back, lifting her dress up to her neck. Randy got to his knees and crawled forward to get into missionary position. Macy grabbed his cock and guided him so his base was pressed against her reddened slit, then she lifted her legs to lean against his chest, squeezing his cock more tightly with her thighs than her pussy had.

"I watched a roommate do this with her boyfriend's brother." She whispered hoarsely as she settled both her calves on his left shoulder. "She didn't know I was in the room and they went at each other so fast. He caught me after, while she was in the shower and made me blow him so he wouldn't tell her that I'd been watching." She blushed deeper red.

"Anyway, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen, I have wanted to try it since."

Randy had no idea how to respond, so he simply started thrusting, fast, mercilessly. The feeling was divine and based on Macy's thrashing and mewling it was at least as good for her. The anecdote rolled around in his head, the boyfriend's brother somehow using getting caught in infidelity as leverage to force Macy to suck his cock. Randy couldn't imagine having that level of impunity, though, he reflected, he should start trying if he wanted to make the most of the ring.

Macy cried out loudly and clenched his cock tight against her pussy, drenching it with her orgasm. His dam broke immediately after, and more cum than he had ever produced in one go shot out, making a white lattice that spread from inches above her pussy to her perky little tits. They sat catching their breath for a moment, his hardness refusing to subside.

"Let me suck it. Please!"

Randy pulled back, and stood to straddle Macy's face. She eagerly surged up to take his whole length in her mouth, sucking him clean. He watched her eyes roll back in one final orgasm before she fell back to catch her breath.

Randy let his gaze fall down to the bottom of the stairs and locked eyes with Chris glaring up at him. He wondered how much his best friend had seen. Chris stormed off without saying a word. Fuck. He looked down at Macy, she didn't seem to have seen Chris. Good, that made it a little bit less complicated. He sat down across from her on the landing, watching his seed run and pool over her skinny torso as it rose and fell.

After a few moments, Macy propped herself up on her elbows. "Well, that rocked. I hope we get another chance to do that before I leave." She wiped her hand across her belly, scooping up most of the cum, and licked it off her hand. Randy found himself fully erect yet again. She carefully stood, holding her dress up with her clean hand.

"I'm going to take a shower in the upstairs bathroom. You should make an appearance downstairs or people will get curious and come looking for you."

Randy nodded. Not before he checked in with Grandpa. He watched Macy make her way upstairs, lingering on her thin, toned ass. Another chance. Next time he would cum inside her whether or not she wanted it. He struggled to do up his fly over his rock-hard bulge.

***

Randy threw open the door to Grandpa's study, then froze, staring at the tableau before him. Aunt Terri was suspended in the air in a leather harness, tits-up, her arms and legs held aloft by leather straps chained to the corners of a metal frame. At the far end of the room, a machine the size of a lawnmower shoved a six-inch-thick metal rod slowly in and out of her ass, each inward shove going deep enough to stretch against her trim belly. Terri's mouth was held open by a metal ring gag, when she spotted him, she gurgled some nonsense that may have been intended as "Oh, hi Randy!". Grandpa sat buck naked on his desk, examining a narrow cattle prod.

"Finally, I was just about to come check on you. You fucked her good?"

Randy forced himself to respond, "Uh, yeah. Yeah she's in the shower now. Grandpa, it was so good. Thank you for making me do that without the ring."

The old man laughed, sticking the cattle prod against Terri's breast, making her jump and squeak. "I figured giving a virgin this kind of power was a death sentence." the box was sitting on the desk next to him, he pulled the lid open, sliding it towards Randy.

Randy hesitated, "Is there anything I need to know about how to use it?"

Grandpa slid off the desk and straddled the machine that was fucking Aunt Terri's ass. He slid his member into her pussy, burying the cattle prod against her clit as he did so, making her shriek.

"It's pretty intuitive. You can see how people perceive what you're doing, and then control that. You can send out a general broadcast, or isolate someone in particular. At range you can change memories as they're encoded, if you touch someone, like I did with Macy, you can adjust previous memories, though it takes some digging to find things more than a day old." He stopped talking, focusing on fucking the bound woman, delivering jolts to her nipples and navel, cackling a little.

"Feel free to fuck your aunt's mouth by the way, I haven't gotten to it yet, so it's clean if you're squeamish about sloppy seconds."

Randy took the ring out of the box and slipped it on. There was a rush, like the sensation of tripping on the edge of sleep. A faint pink halo faded into view around Aunt Terri's head. A streamer of pink light trailed from Grandpa's head to hers. Grandpa lacked a halo of any colour.

"My ring protects me from you scanning my state." grandpa explained. "Hers is pink because I'm feeding her straight arousal right now. Whatever she experiences, her brain is encoding it as sexually pleasurable. Normally I would be worried about it being too memorable, but I'll wipe her mind before I send her back downstairs."

Randy nodded, a slow grin spreading on his face. He could feel the ring responding to him. "Let her go for a minute?"

Grandpa said nothing, but the pink halo faded. Suddenly it was replaced with a white one, spiked with silver. Terri cried out, anxiously, struggling against her bonds. Grandpa picked up his pace, leaning closer to her as he buried the cattle prod under her left breast, the lengthy spark corresponding with another silver spike in her halo.

"White is panic or anxiety, silver is pain." he explained.

Randy reached out with the ring and enveloped Terri's head with a teal bubble of calm. She went limp, sighing in relief. He switched to a yellow beam of joy, and she giggled and squeaked with every thrust from Grandpa or the machine. Then he tried to find a way to capture boredom. The halo went away, and Terri hung there passively.

Randy let go of Terri and let her return to panicked screaming, "Fascinating." He put a hand on her cheek, and suddenly was aware of thousands of bubbles of colour. If he focused on one, he could faintly see a memory from Terri's point of view, Grandpa stripping her in the kitchen and carrying her upstairs, Her watching as Grandpa scolded Randy in the stairwell, Grandpa sliding the metal rod up her ass. He found he could touch each bubble and change its colour.

"Can you shut her up please! I don't want someone to come up here right now." grandpa shouted, pulling him out of his reverie. Terri continued to scream with each thrust. Randy nodded and unzipped his pants, sliding his cock into her mouth. Unlike Macy, she gagged and choked almost as soon as he slid in.

Grandpa let her have another jolt from the cattle prod and she screamed around Randy's length producing a jolt of sensation that made him shudder. Randy focused on a few of the more recent memories and tried to project boredom into them, they disappeared and Terri went slack.

Randy started thrusting into Aunt Terri's mouth, easier now without her gag reflex fighting him. Grandpa chuckled, picking up his pace as well.

"What'd I tell you? Pretty good right?"

"Yeah. It still feels wrong, but I figure I've done the worst part already."

Grandpa scoffed, "Morality is for other people now, kid. Take whatever you want."

Randy nodded. He kept fucking Terri's throat, watching the bulge of his member bob up and down her neck, and her massive breasts jiggle chaotically. When she came to, her gag reflex kicked in again, squeezing his cock tightly and bringing him rapidly to orgasm. Grandpa chuckled and jabbed the cattle prod on her clit again, causing her to shudder rigidly, rapidly milking Randy as he came down her throat. He groaned in surprise, doubling over to rest his head on her ample boobs.

Grandpa pulled out, wiped his pecker off with a towel and switched off the machine. He tugged at Randy's shoulder. "Come on off boy, let the poor slut breathe, I don't feel like hiding a body today."

Randy stepped back and Terri gasped through the ring gag. Grandpa chuckled again and touched the panting woman's cheek. Randy watched as her memories were boredomed out one by one, with a few exceptions lit a bright horny pink. Grandpa winked at him, "We'll leave her with a few pleasant memories of you throatfucking her. Just flashes, she'll think she dreamed it, but she'll never look at you the same."

Randy found himself grinning as he tucked his cock back in his pants. This was the start of a whole new era for him. The hot classmates and teachers at school who had always seemed out of his league suddenly weren't. He imagined skinny little Clara Thomas, his hot-but-annoying lab partner in biology, on her back on a lab bench, her clothes cut open and pinned with scalpels like she was a dissected frog. He imagined Julie Whistler, the amazonian captain of the girls' volleyball team who always found ways to cut him down, tangled in the volleyball net and fucked in the ass while the rest of the team kept playing around her. Really he should set his sights higher, local girls were almost too easy. Which celebrity should he fuck first? He imagined walking into Zendaya's trailer, and shoving her to her knees. Would he take his forced blowjob and sneak off? Or kidnap her as a private toy until he got bored of her? Maybe he could reprogram her memories to make her crave him, so that she sought him out.

Aunt Terri's unconscious form fell to the floor as Grandpa unbuckled the last few straps of the harness, knocking Randy out of his reverie. Grandpa grabbed her ankles and nodded to her upper half. "Help me get this bitch to the bathroom before she wakes up."

Randy grabbed Terri's wrists and the two men easily carried her down the hall into Grandpa's bedroom, then his ensuite, dropping her into the jacuzzi tub. Randy had been in his grandpa's room a few times, mostly to pee in the ensuite when the other bathrooms were occupied during family get-togethers. He'd always thought the round, leopard-print waterbed was weird, but hadn't thought about it too much. Today for the first time he noticed the manacles mounted around the bed and to the light fixture overhead.

Grandpa hung a plush purple robe and a towel next to the tub and a slinky red dress on the back of the door. He stared fondly down at Terri's limp form. "I don't know what it is about her. I've fucked a lot of women, but something about her drives me wild."

Randy cleared his throat, "I mean..." he made a gesture.

"You're right, it's her tits." He cackled, slapping Randy on the shoulder. "On the opposite end of that spectrum, now that you finally got to have your fun with Macy, I guess I'd better properly welcome her to womanhood."

Randy's blood went cold. He locked eyes with Grandpa.

"Stay away from Macy. Don't touch her!"

Grandpa staggered back like Randy had hit him. He glared at his grandson with unmitigated fury. "What did you say boy?"

"Macy is mine. I want her for myself. Keep your hands off of her."

Grandpa's mouth worked, but he didn't say anything. Randy stared for a moment, then spun around and left.

Grandpa was silent for a long moment, he sat down on the toilet seat, a ponderous look growing on his face.

"Boy has bigger balls than I gave him credit for."

Terri stirred in the tub, "Mmh... Who?"

"Don't worry your stupid little head about it you dumb slut!"

She giggled sleepily, "Oh Grandpa..."