Andrew Breaks the Codes: Chapter 1 Claiming Marta [MF] [Str8]

Andrew had always seen the lights and colors and symbols, he just didn’t know what they were. Actually, at first, he assumed everybody saw them. He realized no one else did when the trips to pediatric ophthalmologists started. He was examined by the best and tested by the brightest, but not one of the doctors and scientists could even understand what he was describing, let alone cure it.

One of the specialists gave him an out though. He suggested to his parents that perhaps Andrew would outgrow it. That’s what he decided to do. He didn’t like lying to his parents, but he decided it was ok when he saw how relieved they were. His affliction disappeared as mysteriously as it had begun.

Andrew was intrigued by the things he saw. He noticed subtle changes between members of a group of objects. If he looked at a bag of oranges, for example, some had more vibrant orange highlight colors. If he selected one of those it’s flavor was more intense than one of the paler fruits. There was a little thing that looked like half a zipper assigned to each orange. Some of the teeth on each zipper stuck up higher than the others. The ones with more of the higher teeth were sweeter. The bigger the little droplet drawn next to the orange, the juicer.

Andrew could easily see the advantages of being able to decipher the markings and colors, the codes as he called them, but many were hard to figure out. He kept trying to correlate changes he saw in the codes with differences he observed in his surroundings.

It took him awhile to figure out the soccer uniforms. They started out essentially the same, except for a tag which he guessed related to their sizes. Once they were distributed they came alive. Marcia’s shirt contained the most vibrant highlights. All the little letter codes were dark blue. Her family had just moved here from Brazil and she was easily the best player on the team. The other kids had mostly light blue or light red codes. It was clear he could assess each player’s overall ability and he was sure he could get down to specific skills if he could read the codes. Marcia, the only player with a dark blue K on her left foot, was the only player who could kick with her left foot. Andrew watched the codes change as the player’s skills improved. He was sure he was on to something.

Once Andrew got a little arithmetic under his belt some of the symbols started to make more sense. He still had no idea how they worked. Who set the values? Could they be changed? Were some more significant or important than others? With so many questions to answer Andrew developed a thoughtful and introspective personality.

High School brought Math Club and Mr. Carney who was very interested in computers and programming. He explained many complex programs, like operating systems, were really collections of much smaller programs. He called them subroutines which could call on each other to do specific jobs. Andrew wondered if that explained why what he saw seemed to change. The codes on his soccer teams were different depending on whether they were standing around waiting, practicing or playing a game.

More advanced math classes added to his understanding and the way the symbols brightened or dimmed reminded him of how things were selected or deselected on electronics screens. He got really excited when he figured out little movements of his eyes could change what symbols were highlighted. He also figured out how to change values and click on them. He blushed whenever he thought of that discovery and reminded himself he had to be really careful about changing things. He still got that terrible feeling when he thought about changing one of the settings on the port-a-potties at the crafts fair and turning them all transparent. Luckily he switched things back very quickly.

It was a close call but also a valuable lesson. He was surprised how many people seemed not to notice and the ones who did simply shook their heads like their eyes had played a trick on them. He overheard people say the sun went behind a cloud and made things look different. Andrew realized that when people see things that don’t make sense they very often ignore them, pretend they never happened.

Still he was very careful about changing things after that experience. When he did, he did only one or two things and made sure he was alone.

College brought a sense of independence and confidence and even higher level math classes. Andrew made great strides in his understanding of the codes and putting them to work. Naturally one of his main interests was the sexual energy he felt and saw all around him, and measured with his codes. He saw colors he had never seen before and all kinds of new symbols which he recognized immediately. Being a normal male with an average sex drive, he decided to try some experiments.

His *Introduction to Literature* class was a big one and it was team taught by one professor and several graduate students. He didn’t think it wise to fool with the professor but reasoned the TA’s really didn’t have much power. There were two of the TA’s that attracted his attention, but for very different reasons.

Robert Chiddingstone pranced around like he was god’s gift to women. He was tall and thin with long, curly brown hair. Something about him just rubbed Andrew the wrong way. Maybe it was the tight tee shirt and jeans her wore. He always seemed to stand at a bit of an angle to show off his bulge. Andrew smiled. That made his bulge easy to isolate. One day after telling the women in the class they needed to find upperclassmen or graduate students to read poetry with because their classmates were mere boys, Andrew concentrated on his bulge, flicked his eyes here and there and then slowly lowered the value for volume to zero. It took awhile for the change to happen, but happen it did.

The deep laughs that started to pop up around the hall were satisfying, but the higher pitched laughs and giggles were gratifying.

The other experiment involved Mrs. Gables, an older woman who had returned to school after taking some time off to have children. She was well endowed to say the least. Many of the guys were attracted to her breasts and rated them as perfect, but some thought one hung a little lower than the other and appeared to be a little smaller.

Naturally Andrew didn’t say a word to anyone, but he resolved the size and balance issue during a lecture. Mrs. Gables didn’t seem to notice anything but looked up to glance at the class as a murmur passed through the students. He thought she looked better that way so he decided to leave the new settings in place to see if his changes were permanent.

As he looked over the class, his eyes fell on Marta and Andrew decided to try something a little more practical. Marta was a visiting student from Spain and, in Andrew’s opinion, the most beautiful woman on campus. He had no interest in changing a thing about her physical attributes. He just wanted her to share them with him. He had done his homework and prepwork. It was time to take his shot.

“Hi, I’m Andrew. You’re Marta, right?”

“Yes, I am Marta.” She gave the brash young man standing before her a quizzical look. “Have we met before, Andrew?”

“No. Somebody pointed you out to me and said you do flamenco dancing. Uh, actually the folk dancing that flamenco is based on? I was wondering if you know where I could go to learn. I’ve always been intrigued by the drama and passion of the style.”

“Oh, you would be most welcome at our dance group.” Marta paused a few seconds and looked him over before she added, “We are always looking for men, especially men like you with the perfect build.” She smiled seductively as she saw Andrew pull himself up to full height. “And bearing too! You know attitude is very important in flamenco?”

Marta had no idea why she accepted his invitation to get a drink at the union and not an inkling why she agreed to go to his room. She did agree it was very hot when he started undressing her. He seemed to know exactly where she wanted to be touched.

“I, uh, I think maybe I should be going, Andrew. It’s getting close to dinner time.” She felt his hand slide under her waistband and cup her ass. He whispered something in her ear. “Well,” she said, “I guess we do have some time. Yes, we could catch the second seating.” She sucked her breath in sharply. “Oh, Andrew, oh my.” She moaned. Oh, yes! Just like that. Yes, there. Oh faster, please, faster. Oh! Ahhh. Oh, Andrew, you seem to know exactly how to touch me.”

Andrew knew it was time to move on when Marta stopped talking and started moaning. He laid her back gently, parted her knees and slid his cock into her slick pussy. After a few minutes of probing, pushing in to the hilt and pulling out until only his tip was in her he heard her breath catch and he decided to pick up the pace. He could feel her pussy squeeze his cock as he unloaded in her.

After they recovered he suggested they get dinner and then come back to his room for dessert. Marta agreed. As they started to dress Andrew knew he should start a conversation, but he didn’t know what to say to the woman he had just fucked.

“So, why did you pick the U, Marta? Actually, why the U.S.?”

Marta was standing at the edge of his bed in bra and panties, arms over her head to pull on her top. He could read her codes and knew her status, but he couldn’t read her mind. She was clearly agitated and still a bit aroused. The oval around her crotch was very dark red and was pulsating. The two sides nearly touched as they pinched in toward the center. At least the oscillation had slowed. He thought it meant she was hungry for it but not starving.

He was sure she had cum. He had felt her pussy squeezing his cock, sort of trying to pull it deeper into her. But it looked like she could cum some more. It was when her head popped out of her top and she gave him that look that he realized she wasn’t satisfied at all.

No woman had ever looked at him like that. He had seen women in movies cast long, steamy, sultry looks at their leading men. That was the sort of look she was giving him, but there was more to it. Her eyes bored into his. He saw defiance, maybe even a bit of scorn. Most of what he saw was passion. Her lip curled a bit as she lowered her eyes. He could see just a bit of her very white teeth below her upper lip. She arched her back as she stretched the fabric of her top over her breasts and pulled it downward until first one and then the other popped into place just below the neckline.

Marta wasn’t just ignoring his question. She was issuing a challenge. As she somehow arched her back even more, she swung an arm out in a graceful arc and rolled her full hip out under it. Her arm had led his eyes and he stared at her hip as it rounded out. Her hand turned over and followed a tighter curve up toward her face as she threw her shoulders back and held her chin high. She looked at him with hooded eyes that asked a question.

*Are you man enough?*

Andrew knew he was ready because his cock was standing out straight in front of him. He was sure it must be a foot long as it stood tall and proud. For some reason he took inspiration from his rock hard cock. He also stood tall and proud, arms down at his sides, palms open and facing Marta, his head stretching his neck, shoulders squaring and rolling back just enough to thrust his chest toward her. He raised an eyebrow and dipped his chin a bit as he returned her sneer. Suddenly he stepped forward with his left foot and brought his right foot down close to it with a stamp of his heel. He was answering her question.

*I am the man who will take you.*

Marta slowly raised her face toward Andrew’s as he slipped his left arm around her waist and drew her close. He held his lips within an inch of hers as his right hand teased her throat before sliding over her breast and abdomen in its quest for the waistband of her panties. He slipped under it and rushed over her mound to run a finger down between her legs and along her already moist and parting slit. He slowly lowered his lips to hers and kissed her in a way that let her know her lips were his as his finger pushed into her folds and claimed her womanhood. His thumb toyed with her clit as his middle finger entered her and began to stroke in and out. His index finger explored her folds looking for that rough patch. He kissed her again and again.

Andrew couldn’t see most of Marta’s codes but he could sense her arousal building. He would take his time and make sure she was ready to release all her sexual energy. He had realized the codes could only set the stage in many cases. Once the codes opened a door for him he needed to walk through it.

Marta was carried away on waves of arousal and pleasure. She didn’t give a thought to understanding what was happening. She was totally focused on making the most of it.

Andrew kept exploring Marta’a pussy, paying the most attention to the places the codes had suggested as places she liked to be touched. He managed to take a few seconds here and there to get her panties down around her ankles. When he thought she was getting close he pulled his fingers out of her and cupped her mons to guide her back on the bed. Marta groaned as he pulled out of her and then whimpered, but when Andrew had her on her back her defiant look had returned and she squeezed her legs together.

Andrew straddled her with his knees and hung his heavy cock over her vee. He lowered his face to hers and gave her a hungry kiss which she returned passionately. Then he ran his face down her front, kissing and licking the skin exposed at her neckline and then on her abdomen. He licked her vee, careful to give her inner thighs a lot of attention. He could hear Marta start to moan and feel her part her thighs. In an instant he moved his knees between hers and ran his cock up between her legs until it pressed against her slit. He had pushed up on his arms so he could see her surprised look. Andrew gave Marta a confident smile.

“Open for me. Spread your legs wide and raise them for me. You know you need to.”

Marta knew he was right. She moaned as she raised her legs and groaned when Andrew pushed his cock into her to spread her. She closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased. She soon realized what he wanted was to please her. Again she marvelled at how he seemed so in tune with her body. Then she let her mind go blank and dissolved in the moment.

She came like she had never cum before. Andrew had raised her to higher and higher levels of arousal and then rested to let her enjoy the view from the summit. This time he only paused a few seconds and then thrust harder and faster than ever before. Marta had held her breath just as he took her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her toes curled and she screamed. Then she fell limp. Andrew stayed in her but stopped thrusting.

Marta sighed in a few minutes and kissed Andrew’s shoulder. “You can pull out now. I’m finished.”

Andrew chuckled and began stroking in and out of Marta. He pushed up so he could see her face as he spoke to her. “Well, I’m not!”

As Andrew slid his cock in and out of Marta’s sensitive pussy she responded by thrusting her hips in time to his. She could tell he had shifted his interests to his pleasure because he no longer tried to concentrate on her sensitive spots. Instead he seemed to change the speed and angle of his thrusts to make sure he explored every possible nook of her womanhood. She felt like he was surveying the fields he had just claimed, leaving his mark so all would know they belonged to him.

Marta’s pussy was sensitive, still throbbing from the intense orgasm he had given her, and not every instant of Andrew’s exploration was pleasant for her. Still, even when she felt discomfort her arousal grew. She belonged to her man and must satisfy him if she wanted him to keep her. Marta closed her eyes and gave herself to Andrew totally, completely and without reservation.

Andrew was glad he had looked in the mirror and fine tuned a few of his settings before this second session with Marta but he was wondering if he had gone too far in turning up his endurance. He had fucked her pussy every way he could think of and thought of the things he could do with the rest of her but he still didn’t feel close to getting off. He knew he had a lot of work to do before he could master the arousal and endurance codes. He realized thinking about work wasn’t getting him any closer to relieving the pressure he could feel building in his balls, so he tried to focus on Marta.

Andrew kept thrusting gently in and out of Marta. He could hear her murmur and hum occasionally. She sighed and he could feel her body relax and accept his thrusts. In his mind she had surrendered herself to him. That thought sent his arousal climbing to peaks he had never dreamed possible. His cock started to throb and his balls seemed to be vibrating. In and out a few more times and then every cell of his animal brain screamed a primordial scream. *In* it said. *In and fill!*

He had no idea how many times he unloaded in her. He felt a deep thrust and the stream burst from him, the small recoil as he pulled back just enough to fill his cannon with the next charge and then another thrust and spurt that, incredibly, felt stronger than the first. Eventually he dropped down on her crushing her into the bed. He took but a second to fill his lungs and another few to savor the feeling of total control that filled his mind before he pushed up with his arms to take his weight off of her and let her breathe. His hips still pressed hers into the bed. His cock still filled her pussy.

Marta sucked in several breaths before she could open her eyes and focus on Andrew’s face. She startled when she saw the power set into his jaw and the determination burning in his eyes.

Way down deep in the back of her mind she answered her own question.
*Yes, Señor! You are man enough!*

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