Short Erotic Tales



Published by Carl East

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Copyright 2010 - Carl East







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Table of Contents

Story 1 – The Haunted House

Story 2 – The Dream Reaper

Story 3 – The Making of a Friendship

Story 4 – The Portal

Story 5 - Savior

Story 6 - Mind Reader


The Haunted House 

Chapter 1

‘So this is it,’ I thought.
I stood in the moonless night, pensively staring up at the so-called haunted house. Even after all these years, it was still an impressive structure. Built in the late Eighteen Nineties, the four-story house still had all the hallmarks of a great home. Detailed woodwork adorned the large covered entrance and marched its way across the brick façade, while large multi-paned windows offered views of the outside. They were strategically placed and stood ready to coax sunlight in at the first hint of dawn. Looking higher I could see the grey slate roof and the many chimneys that crowned the house. They gave promise to the fireplaces inside, ready to warm the occupants on cold or damp nights.
Yet as I paused at the gate, staring at the gracefully arched entrance to the home, it appeared strangely uninviting to me. The decorative marble pillars on either side of the front door seemed cold and unwelcoming. As luck would have it, I had been dared to stay the night in this now deserted home by a childhood friend who had the same opportunity a month ago. He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again.
I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the details. It was just so damn annoying.
Our last conversation nearly ended in a brawl, hence, the dare. He dared me to go and see for myself, but I wasn’t about to waste a Friday night without getting something in return. I’d wanted to date his ex-girlfriend ever since I first met her on our usual Friday night – it’s the weekend – celebrations. However, with the best friend code of not dating someone’s sister or ex-girlfriends, I thought it would never happen. Therefore, when I asked him to give me a pass on the rule to ask her out, he agreed, convinced that I wouldn’t be able to stay the night.
‘Well,’ I thought, ‘let’s check this out.’
Walking up to the front door, I was careful of the cracked cement path and picked my way up the broken steps that led to the entrance. Standing there, I felt a chill run up my back and laughed as a breeze brushed past my face tousling my hair. I could see how Brian must have let his imagination run away with him. This setting was perfect for a horror movie. Placing my hand on the tarnished doorknob, I had to use my weight to force open the front door. The hinges cried with disuse as I pushed the door open to enter the large foyer. Wisps of illumination from the outside streetlights barely allowed me to see where I was standing until I flicked on the massive flashlight clutched in my hand.
There in front of me was a magnificent staircase winding its way to the top of the second floor landing. The wine colored carpet was thick with dust and showed the history of all the footsteps that had worn it down in spots to its backing. Flicking the light from side to side, the large foyer revealed rooms to the left and right and a set of hallways on either side of the grand staircase.
‘A pleasant enough house,’ I thought before entering and closing the now moaning door behind me. The sound of the closing door was eerie, and I looked back to make certain that the latch had caught before moving on. I wasn’t about to let the creaking noises of an old abandoned house scare me away. After all, I had the chance of asking out a beautiful girl, once I proved this house was not haunted. I couldn’t wait to get this night over with and my only concern was that Brian would not remember his promise and not understand if she said yes when I asked her out.
Pulling the loaded backpack from my shoulders, I began my tour of the house by walking into what must have been a formal parlor at one time. The beam from my flashlight bounced off the ceiling to reveal ornate crown molding adorning the top of the walls. The aged wallpaper must have been silk, as it seemed to have withstood the test of time. Only strands here and there of the rich colored paper were frayed and hanging. Walking deeper into the room I saw where shadows of portraits must have hung because looking closer you could see the original glory of the wallpaper.
The creamy white marble fireplace was still intact and remnants of ashes in its iron grate testified that it certainly had been in use, and if I wasn’t mistaken, recently. The mantle was wide and long enough to hold my supplies so I began to empty my backpack onto the dust-covered surface. Large candles, matches, bottled water and snacks were only a few of the items that I had brought to occupy my time until the night passed. Heaving a thick paperback novel onto the mantle sent a flurry of dust and soot into the air and dancing into the stream of light from the flashlight. Coughing and backing away from the mini-dust cloud that filled the air, I aimed my flashlight around the room and saw what appeared to be a sofa covered by an old dusty paint cloth.
Heading to the spot, I clutched the stained covering with one hand while slowly backing away. Hoping to flush out what I’m sure would be a family of mice that lived in whatever was under its surface; I quickly snapped my wrist and sent the cloth flying to one side of the room. Listening for the pitter-patter of tiny feet I held my breath not sure what to expect. Silence and more dust greeted my efforts to reveal nothing less than what had to be an antique.
Elegant mahogany wood graced what had to be at least a hundred year old camel back sofa. The upholstery was still plush and deeply rolled arms framed the stuffed back and seat. How it survived, this long, was a testament to the workmanship of that bygone era. The deep garnet of the fabric matched the color contained by the room’s wallpaper. It must have been magnificent in its heyday.
Poking and prodding its surface and checking for critter infestation revealed that it was a perfect spot to spend the night in reading and sleeping as it was uninhabited. Pulling it closer to the fireplace, I began to light the candles that I had brought for the night. Placing mirrored tiles behind them amplified the light until it appeared almost bright in the room. I had learned the mirror trick when a power outage had left me in the dark for several nights this past winter so the knowledge came in handy now. Hauling out the last items stowed in the bottom of the backpack would keep me warm as well.
Shining the flashlight up the chimney, I checked to make sure it was clear of nests and other blockages before adjusting the damper for the fire I would be lighting. Taking the two ready-made fire logs and placing them carefully in the heavy iron grate, I grabbed the matches and lit the logs. Soon I was rubbing my hands over a cheerful fire that warmed the room and looking around the deserted space, I was quite content with what I’d accomplished in the short time I had been there. ‘I’d finish the tour of the house later if I got bored with my book,’ I thought.
Giving the sofa a final thump I braced my back against the plush arm and crossing my legs settled back to enjoy the novel that I had remembered to bring along. Hours later glancing at my wristwatch I was amazed by how much time had passed. My stomach was reminding me with its persistent growling of the apple, cheese and crackers that I had provided for the evening. Getting up to retrieve my supplies from the mantle I checked that the candles in their deep glass sconces were still safely burning and because of their large size should last the night. Grabbing the baggies that held my snacks, I gave a final glance to the fireplace before settling back down onto the sofa.
With my goodies in my lap, I continued to read and eat while occasionally picking up my thermos of hot chocolate, sipping the sweetness from its stainless steel opening. ‘This is better than camping,’ I thought. I paused to wonder what Brian was talking about as nothing had occurred since I had entered the house. I finally admitted, just to myself, that I had spent the first few hours covertly listening and suspiciously watching the doorway, just in case. I had been on edge, but as the night passed without anything happening, I began to relax. Well, relax as best as you could while staying in a deserted house.
Checking my wristwatch again, showed that it was almost midnight, so balancing my back deeper into the sofa arm I propped my legs up on the other arm, and picked up my last two supply items. I had taken a small pepper spray canister and a piece of wood from the bottom of one of my old crutches and placed them by me earlier when I had first settled down. The canister I picked up as a just in case scenario for wild vermin. The wood I had was unscrewed from the bottom of a crutch, my reward, for a failed attempt of learning how to snowboard last year. The wood would act as a short club and come in handy if anything got past the pepper spray. Closing my eyes, I decided to take a nap, safe in the assurance that I was prepared.
A cold breeze passing over my body roused me from a very good dream. Shivering, I turned over intending to see if the fire was still burning. I opened my eyes and focusing on the fireplace noticed that the flames were still going strong; however, they seemed to be buffeted by a heavy wind. Rubbing my eyes and yawning I turned to scan the room but nothing appeared amiss. The rotted curtains still hung at the window, limp against the unbroken glass. Pulling myself upright, I moved my legs to the floor deciding to check the front door. Slightly stiff from sleeping on the sofa, I crossed the room stretching out the kinks, impatient to get back to sleep.
Seeing that the main door was still tightly closed, I recalled how its hinges had raised a racket when I first came through. ‘Well, the breeze isn’t coming from there,’ I thought. Irritated at the unnecessary interruption of a good dream, I stood in the doorway trying to feel where that draft of cold air had come from. Looking about I could see no reason for its cause and since it had stopped when I got up; maybe it was just a downdraft from the chimney. With that conclusion, I headed back to the sofa and warm fireplace, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep. Closing my eyes, I drifted off again.
I’m not sure how much time had passed when I became drowsily aware of an odd pressure on my groin. I felt and then heard my zipper being pulled down. Startled from sleep, I shot up to a standing position and then crouched down. Quickly scanning the room for danger, I saw nothing. Looking down, I realized that my hand was clenched around the hard wood from the crutch. Fully awake I slowly stood and managed to relax my grip seeing that there was nothing in the room. Standing there in silence, I waited, not knowing what was happening. Scratching my head and yawning, I thought, ‘Maybe I had been dreaming again?’
Then the strangest thing happened, my zipper started to slide down all on its own! Watching it happen, I quickly pinched my arm, hard. No, that wasn’t it I was awake. I quickly pulled it back up. Backing up against the sofa, I watched as it was pulled back down again. Startled I dropped my club and put my hands in front of me, waving them about, in an attempt to stop what was going on. Nothing was there. Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again.
Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me killed.
My underwear was next to go, and no amount of cursing or pulling at the waistband was about to stop it. So there I was, pinned to the sofa, with no idea what was going to happen next, my underwear hanging down around my ankles. ‘Was this how the authorities were going to find me in the morning,’ I thought. It’s funny what your mind thinks under intense stress. Instead of worrying about what was going to happen next, I imagined them entering the home and seeing me naked on the sofa with God knows what done to my body. I cringed at the telephone call to my family and them having to identify my weirdly mutilated body. Suddenly, I was shocked back into reality.
It felt like a moist mouth had engulfed my flaccid penis! Straining against my invisible restraints, I looked down to see my limp cock standing up away from my body and being manipulated by some unseen force. The fear was overwhelming and I began to panic at what was going on. I kept opening and closing my eyes hoping it was just a bad dream. My eyes flew wildly around the room while I tried to break the hold on my body. Even in this terrible scenario, the body has its automatic reflexes and the sensation of my cock being manipulated was starting to make it hard. The rubbing sensation was overwhelming and was beginning to short-circuit the fear I was experiencing. Little by little, as nothing painful happened, I began to relax, as all I felt was overwhelming pleasure. Whatever was happening wasn’t hurting me yet.
‘Oh my God, I’m getting a blowjob from a spook,’ I thought in shock.
As I watched, the foreskin was moved up and down from my cock’s head with a firm squeezing motion. I witnessed my shirt buttons being plucked open one by one and inanely wondered if a ghost could do two things as once. Unseen hands pulled the bottom of my shirt up and lifted it off my body while another set of hands began to play with the nipples on my chest. They tugged and pulled the tormented tips until they were stiff peaks that radiated pleasure down to the tip of my cock. The invisible entity was now going crazy on my cock. I could see and feel the end of it being depressed and bent this way and that and the sensations were running wild through my body and mind.
Gasping at the sensations, a mouth covered my own, and began to kiss me passionately. It teased and sucked my lips until I kissed it back. The sensation was so odd, to feel a mouth on mine but still be unable to see it. A tongue slipped through during the kiss and tangled with mine, inviting me to tame it into submission. Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body, I found myself seduced into responding back with a passion that nearly engulfed my being. Feeling my body being maneuvered down flat on the sofa I felt hands spreading my legs apart balancing one atop the back of the sofa and the other with its foot on the floor.
In that splayed position, my balls were wantonly exposed and I began to tense up until I felt soft lips bestowing gentle kisses to the tightening surfaces. A slick tongue began to play with first one then the other while the lips that followed started to suck them inside to coat them with lusty swipes of a firmer tongue. The lips on my mouth pulled away and I moaned with lust only to be silenced again by another pair of lips.
No, it wasn’t a mouth. It was the unmistakable feel of a bare, shaved pussy presenting itself to my mouth. It obviously wanted me to lick it. Strangely, I could smell the aroma of a woman’s sweet nectar as I raised my suddenly released hands to invisible hips. Feeling my hands come to rest on what felt like soft skin sent my heart racing as I pulled her down to my waiting mouth. I began to plunder the softness waiting for me. I used my lips and tongue to explore every slick nook, and worked my way to the plump clit that I could feel bloated with pleasure. Using my tongue, I flicked it vigorously while lightly holding it in place with my teeth, and for the first time, I could hear the sensual moaning of a woman being pleasured.
The hands holding my cock left abruptly, to be replaced by soft wet lips that teased its tip until it swallowed it lustily. The slick tongue wrapped itself around my hardness, caressing its length with every up and down motion until it engulfed it completely pressing its stiff length down a willing throat. The muscles of her throat contracted around its length and with every greedy swallow, I could feel my balls tightening, getting ready to explode its saltiness. A sudden experienced hand grasped the base of my cock tightly to stop me from coming. She did so again, giving my thrusting cock a chance to relax and recover before carrying on with the exquisite pleasure.
Normally I would have cum by now, but there was nothing normal about this event. I could feel the clit on my tongue as I continued to tease, lick, and suck. The invisible pussy covering my face started to writhe at the attention my tongue was giving it. I could feel the walls of a pussy and felt frustrated not being able to see it. The mouth covering my engorged cock restarted its efforts, taking long slow movements and completely engulfing my stiffness. My tongue was starting to feel tired, as the pussy over it never wavered in its lust-finding mission. Whomever this pussy belonged to was clearly in the throes of coming, for my head was being pushed deeper into her mound of loveliness. The first wails of pleasure filled my ears as the woman who sat on my face continued in a frenzy of movement until she froze in place. Her gasps of pleasure filled my mind as I continued to drink her sweet pleasure.
I felt on the verge of coming once again, but this time there was no attempt to stop it. The pussy riding my mouth disappeared, and licking my lips I felt myself starting to cum. Looking down I could see the first spurt shoot out, but found it stopping inside an invisible mouth and then watched as it slid down an unseen throat. My cock suddenly felt a change of hands. It was then that I was engulfed by a different mouth, which swallowed the following spurts of cum with grunts of satisfaction. She continued to suck my throbbing cock until my pleasure was spent, and then gently mouthed its length being careful of the sensitive head.
Between them, they sucked me dry and then for the first time I felt something other than a mouth or pussy. I could feel the unmistakable caress of stiff nipples rubbing against my leg. They continued to suckle me, almost as if they didn’t want me to lose my erection. They stopped for a second and suddenly I felt my cock being moved to the entrance of a pussy, no one could doubt it. It was tight and soft, but still unyielding, until it began coating me with its slippery essence. The hips above me pushed down with some force, until suddenly I was in. The entity began riding me wantonly; stuffing my cock back into her pussy, each time she rose from my lap.
I attempted to raise my head wanting to look down my body only to find another pussy was waiting for my mouth. This one felt slightly different. My mouth covered pussy lips that were more pronounced. Moving to guide my tongue to the right places, she used her body to lay my head back on a cushion and then moved to sit on my face. Using me like this was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. My cock was being ridden by what felt to be a wild woman while my tongue was completely devouring a pussy. The sensations coursing through my body were overwhelming.
Once again, I could hear someone (the sound seemed to surround me) in the midst of a climax. I had the feeling it was the one riding my cock, for she had gained momentum. By now, I was ready to cum again, feeling my balls getting tighter and ready to explode. I wanted this feeling to last forever, but my will power wasn’t enough to stop the cascading pleasure of her pussy rhythmically clutching my stiff cock. With a final thrust of that wet pussy, my seed exploded into her body, filling her pussy with each throbbing spurt from my cock. I had stopped licking the pussy above my head and groaned deeply. Exhausted, I was drained as I felt their weight lift off the couch. Slowly regaining my wits, I lifted my head, looked around, and listened. Not a sound could be heard, feeling weak from pleasure I fell back to the sofa and closing my eyes, I fell asleep.
Waking late the next morning, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Standing up I rubbed my tired hand over my morning beard while the other went to scratch my balls. Feeling naked skin immediately shocked me into being fully awake and looking down I saw my naked body. Covering my privates like a girl caught in a shower, I turned to see my clothes neatly folded and lying on the mantle.
Scrambling to the fireplace in my bare feet I dressed quickly, continually staring around the room. Managing to take hold of my emotions, I reasoned that whatever or whomever they were, they didn’t hurt me. Still a bit anxious I swiftly packed up my few possessions and threw the cover back over the sofa. Making sure that the fire was completely out I headed towards the door and stopped. Someone watching me would have said I had a split personality with the way I argued back and forth whether I should say thank you. I finally gave up, and turned facing the room and politely said ‘I’m not sure if you’re still here, but thank you for an incredible evening,’ then I opened the now silent door and walked out.
There standing outside the gates to the grounds, I found my friend Brian anxiously waiting. After a careful scan of my features and body, he relaxed.
”Well, it looks like you did it, you managed to stay the night,” he said.
”Yeah,” I said with a shaky laugh. Glancing from him to the house, I made the decision to lie through my teeth.
“I told you there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Chapter 2

The next day started with a colossal bang. I was rudely awoken by an explosion of sound. I crawled out of bed stretching, then moved to the window for a look when I heard loud voices echoing up to my room. Peering through the curtains, it turned out that the next-door neighbor had backed into an oncoming service truck while leaving her driveway. From the looks of things, it was a one hell of a colossal fender bender. A hoot escaped my lips at the sight. I didn’t mean to laugh, but the old woman next door had been the bane of my existence since childhood. Shaking my head I turned away remembering her spiteful actions through the years.
She constantly complained to my parents about the noise Brain and I made whenever we were outside in the yard. Would someone please tell me how eight-year-old boys could be silent when playing pirates and climbing the tree house to fight off invaders? Baseballs, basketballs, and toys were routinely confiscated whenever they crossed the hedge of the two properties. The yards were big and separated the houses nicely, but ten acres wouldn’t have been enough for that woman.
Growing up our interests turned to bicycles, skateboards and then cars, and any honking of horns or fumes from the old car I drove Brian and me around in would have her ringing my parents with yet another complaint. Time and age had not improved her mood and as I got older, she managed to keep track of my first attempt at smoking, to the first kiss I bestowed on a girl while we sat on the back porch swing. How my parents took it in stride I’ll never know, so watching her verbally abuse the driver for running into her on the road, left me shaking my head in relief that she was complaining about someone other than me. I couldn’t wait for the day I would be able to have my own place just to get away from her.
Thinking about the promotion I’d been working towards for the last two years, I was hoping to purchase a small home by my twenty-fifth birthday. Working part-time in high school and full time in summer, I saved most of my money for college. Choosing to go to a local college and live at home while going to school saved me tons of money. With my parent’s help and grants I had managed to obtain, along with part-time work, I had made a serious dent in the amount I still owed for student loans. There was a small balance on the debt still, but that didn’t stop me from putting aside a small amount, enough for at least a down payment on a half-decent fixer-upper. Pondering the possibilities, I suddenly recalled the old house of Friday night.
Remembering the bet that I had placed and won with my best friend, that a certain house was not haunted, I was excited to get started on a new day. Now that my night in the house was over, I began thinking about how I was going to ask Tania for a date. Heading for the shower, I pondered what I would do if she said no and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm cascading water, I compared my many fantasies about her with the intimate ghost encounters. There was no way to compare my fantasies of Tania to what I had experienced last night. I was on the road of falling deeply in love with her before we even had our first date. What had happened last night, if it all wasn’t just a dream, had nothing to do with love. It was strictly sex. I did know one thing. I would never tell anyone what had happened, because even if I did, who would believe me.
”Son, are you awake?” my mother shouted up the stairs.
“I’m getting dressed. I’ll be down in a minute.” The thought of a hot cooked meal made my mouth water as I rushed down the stairs. My mom was the greatest cook and I was certainly going to miss her cooking when I moved out. Hearing the telephone ring as I jogged into the kitchen, I stopped in the hallway to pick it up. Tania’s voice stopped me in my tracks as she asked if she could stop over this evening. Startled by her request, I answered yes, knowing that my parents were heading to their regular Sunday night bridge game. She didn’t say anything further except, “I’ll see you later,” and hung up. Frozen in place by the phone, wondering what was going on, I didn’t hear my mom yelling my name again until my father chimed in. Continuing into the kitchen, I inhaled deeply the wonderful smells in the room.
With a smile on my face, I sat down to eye the hot plate of food on the table. Umm, bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast, now this is what I call a Sunday Breakfast. Plowing through the plate like a starving man, I had just finished taking a gulp of orange juice when I felt my zipper being pulled down. Feeling the orange juice catch in my throat I managed to swallow it before blurting out a choked, “oh no.”
”What’s wrong son?” my mother asked as she turned around from the stove.
Staring blankly at her I desperately wanted to disappear and fall through the floor. What could I say? That I think my imaginary two ghosts had followed me home, and at this very moment were passing my cock to one another under the table giving me a blowjob.
“I forgot to do something,” I nervously replied.
Shifting uncomfortably at the table and not wanting to give anything away, I tried to get up but found that I was held in place. Ok, so Friday night wasn’t a dream. I hadn’t imagined it. Now what was I going to do. I tried to start back in on my breakfast, hoping to get it down before things became much worse. All I needed at this point was my parents wondering why I wasn’t eating as usual.
”Yo, slow down son, you’ll give yourself indigestion,” my father said as he sat patiently waiting for his eggs over easy to be delivered. Peering around the newspaper, he gave me a quick look to make sure I paid attention.
Sitting on that hardwood chair, I could feel their mouths and hands playing with my cock. They began to suck and pump my cock to rigid hardness until I was afraid it would lift the table in front of me. I was so aroused at the sensations they were generating that my toes were curling in my shoes. Tightly closing my eyes, I found it almost impossible to keep a straight face. Fortune however was on my side. When I opened my eyes again, my father had disappeared behind his newspaper and by the sound of his fork hitting the plate, was making inroads on his own breakfast. Mom on the other hand was focused on cleaning the stove and sink so she was completely oblivious to anything going on.
“Sorry Dad, I'm just in a hurry,” I replied.
“Son, your twenty-four years old, you’ve got all the time in the world, just savor it for God’s sake,” he absentmindedly replied.
Watching mom nod her head in agreement while cleaning out the refrigerator, I did exactly what he said. With one hand on the table and the other hand on the head of the ghost under it, I guardedly leaned back to enjoy and came with a shuddering climax.
“Oh my God that was good!” I involuntarily moaned.
“It was only breakfast dear,” replied my Mother, head still buried in the vegetable bin.
Shocked back into my surroundings, I quickly closed my mouth, and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense.
The arousing, awkward moment passed. How I managed to survive their sensual assault without detection was a miracle. With that in mind, I hurriedly zipped up my trousers, finished what was on my plate, and carried it to the sink. Darting up the stairs, I was grateful that the Ghosts hadn’t tried to keep me in the kitchen chair for a repeat performance. In fact, I had the distinct feeling that they left as soon as I had ejaculated into their waiting mouths under the table.
Reaching my bedroom, I sat down on the bed, wondering where they had gone. It wasn’t until I felt the bed depress on either side of me that I knew that they hadn’t left. Looking at the bedspread, I could clearly see an indent on either side of me.
”Is there any way I can see you?” I said, hoping that there was also a way to communicate.
I felt the ghost on my left slide off the bed and suddenly my bedroom door opened. I figured she wanted me to follow, so I did. The ghost led me to my sister’s room, whom I’m happy to say was away at college. Once there I spotted a drawer slowly open. Upon inspection all I found was a diary buried under a pair of winter gloves, a couple of tubes of lipstick and an oddly colored light bulb. Picking up the light I wondered if this was all I needed. Heading back to my room, I quickly changed the light in my bedside lamp. As I watched, the blinds in my room closed, shutting out the sunlight and then the lamp turned on. It was an ultra violet black light! The kind that college students used for specially designed posters that lit up in freakish ways when a black light was used.
There before me in the dim odd-color light were two of the most beautiful young women I’d ever laid eyes on. Both were dressed in long white gowns with hair that draped over slender shoulders. Their cleavage was displayed to perfection by the low cut bodice of their dresses and the thin material revealed their nipples and surrounding areolas. Quickly looking up I saw that they weren’t bothered by my appraisal. The both seemed to be overcome with excitement.
“I can tell that you’re both glad that I’m able to see you but why have you followed me here?” I said.
Their mouths moved, but I couldn’t hear their voices. It did establish one thing however, they could hear and understand what I was saying if their looks were any indication. Hours passed with me attempting to communicate with my beautiful guests, all a failure. My last attempt came when I tried to record their voices onto tape, I think I’d watched one too many horror movies, for although there was some sound, it wasn’t coherent. I was trying to think of yet another solution when Mom shouted up the stairs.
“We’re going now son, lock up if you head out tonight, we’ll see you later.”
“Ok, have a nice time.” I shouted back.
I heard the front door open then muffled voices, was there someone at the door?
“Tania,” I cried.
Quickly I changed the light bulb for an ordinary one and then went to the foot of the landing.
“Tania’s here son, are you coming down?” My mother said.
“Send her up.” I replied.
A few muffled sounds later, she was on her way up the stairs and my parents had left for the evening.
”Hello Tania, how are you?” I said, startled to see her wearing such a short skirt. Her long legs were bare and she was wearing a snug tank top, I could only imagine what my mom was saying to dad.
Tania shot me a quick look as she slipped passed to enter my bedroom.
“I was angry when Brian told me about you staying in that haunted house and why you were doing it,” she said.
She knew about the bet, I immediately caved, and hoped that if I apologized she’d understand.
“I’m sorry; the bet was a stupid thing. I should have thought about your feelings too. Looking back now it seems silly and thoughtless, I hope you can forgive me. It was never meant as an insult to you. I just wanted to date you in the worst way, but Brian met you first.”
“You wanted me, but why?” she said.
“I can’t explain it. When Brian first introduced you to me, it felt like my heart was going to explode, oh…what’s the point?”
“No, carry on,” she said, reaching for my hand.
Standing there, holding her hand, I looked into her eyes.
“I was so attracted to you when we first met and as time passed it only grew stronger when I got a chance to know you better.”
Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath and said, “This may sound stupid, but when I met you, it felt like I’d known you all my life. However, Brian, he’s my best friend, so I would never do anything behind his back. When you Guys broke up, and remained friends, it was even harder. That’s why I stayed in the haunted house. I hoped that if I stayed he would be able to let go of the past and I could get a chance to date you. It seemed like the only way I could clear the air with Brian and get close to you.”
“That’s such a guy thing,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I cared a lot for Brian, but there always seemed to be something missing, like we weren’t the right fit. The longer we were together the more sure I became. I knew that something wasn’t right because of the way I started to feel about you. It didn’t happen all at once but as time passed my feelings for you became stronger, that’s why I had to break it off with Brian.”
Looking into her eyes, I knew that I had met the woman I was going to marry. We started to kiss, and each kiss became longer and deeper. Finally raising my head to gasp for air, my hands fell to her slim waist and down to her hips to pull her tighter to me. We kissed passionately, for what seemed like ages, with her hands roaming under my shirt to knead the muscles in my back. My hands lifted to the button on her skirt and as I pulled it open, she shook her hips to slide the skirt down her legs. Lifting a foot, she tossed it to the side leaving her standing there in just her sheer black panties and tank top. Suddenly, my trousers fell down.
What, on their own? I suddenly remembered the ghosts; they were still here and could spoil everything. Tania didn’t notice the fact my trousers seemed to have a mind of their own. She used her hands to lift her top, revealing bare breasts; my cock already hard, grew painfully at the sight before me. Her breasts were so full; her rigid pink nipples were the longest I’d ever seen, which explained why it was so obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I took the tips between my fingers and gently fondled and tweaked them. Leaning over I began to kiss and suck her nipples as I slid my hands down inside her panties.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I fingered them deeply while thrusting her up against my rigid cock. Lifting my hands away, I slowly pulled her panties down, kissing her body, as I lowered myself to the floor. Soon I was face to face with her smoothly shaved pussy, something I had dreamt of seeing for years. Amazed by the smoothness of the skin there, I began to kiss her all over, licking my way between the pouting lips that hid her pleasure pearl. She responded by running her hands through my hair and moving closer to me.
Leaning over, to get closer, I realized that I was trapped by the pants bunched around my feet. Moving back, I stood up to remove my shoes and the rest of my clothing. Anxious to taste her sweetness again, I moved us onto the bed. Kissing her neck, I was about to work my way back down her body with the intention of sucking her to completion when she suddenly said…
“Oh my God, that feels wonderful?”
Looking down I could just faintly see her pussy being manipulated by my unseen guests.
“Oh yes, that’s wonderful, oh…oh…oh, that’s the spot, yes, oh GOD yes.”
I didn’t have to see them to know that they were both working on her but she was so far gone in pleasure she didn’t realize what was happening. By the time I slipped my own hand down to play with her clit, she was going wild. Her body was writhing all over the bed, and she shouted louder and louder not to stop.
I wanted so desperately to place my cock inside her but knew that one wrong move and she’d know it wasn’t just me servicing her pussy. I froze in place, desperate with fear that she would find out what was going on, and then I decided to carry on tweaking her clit. She came with an explosive climax.
“AH…ah, I’m coming…I’m coming…I’m coming, yes…yes…yes …yes…yes…yes, ah…my God,” she screamed.
Her back arched as the intense orgasm passed over her entire body, inadvertently rubbing her clit harder against my teasing knuckle. Her movements became so intense that when she thrust her hips up again she took my thick finger deep inside her shuddering pussy. She came repeatedly until she finally passed out.
“Please, let me take over!” I begged the ghosts hoping that my whispered plea didn’t wake Tania up.
I felt them get off the bed.
“Thank you,” I whispered again.
Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear.
“Are you alright Tania?”
She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes.
“That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?”
“Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied.
Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”
Raising my body above her, I used my thighs to spread her legs wide. Placing my rigid cock at her moist opening the bloated head became covered with her recent juices. Taunting her with its thick presence, I slipped it up and down her channel rubbing the bell end against her still engorged clit. Her moans fed my excitement and the sensation of my cock sliding against her hard nub was driving me insane. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing my cock into her wet opening, I felt the tight rim of tissue at her entrance caress my hard shaft, and with a thrust of my hips, I sank into her waiting depths. Moans of pleasure poured from my mouth as I pulled and plunged deeper into her. I felt like an animal as I unleashed my need to slide every inch of me as deep as I could into her. It felt like heaven as I gorged myself on the sensation of pumping my manhood into her pussy.
I quickened my pace and kept driving harder and harder into her tight channel. Angling my body forward I maneuvered until her clit was sliding up and down my cock with every thrust. Her gasps of pleasure were just one of my rewards for the long wait of having her for my own. Groaning in excitement, I started to twist my hips with each plunge to heighten the sensation and watched as she threw her head from side to side in response to the added pressure to her sensitive areas.
Suddenly I could see her breasts being depressed and moved this way and that, and I knew my friends had joined in again. Tania was oblivious to this, she was too wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment to notice, but her cries of excitement were arousing me even further. I redoubled my efforts plunging deeper with each downward thrust. I thrust faster and faster as I watched her nipples being pinched and pulled to new heights of pleasure. I couldn’t last much longer.
“Oh, my God, take me, take me,” she cried, “I’m going to cum, OOH God yes.”
Again, her hips came up to meet my thrusts, only this time I started to cum too. Streams of semen were shooting out of my cock as I came, repeatedly, filling her pussy. I had never cum so much in my entire life. Tania grabbed hold of my ass and wrapped her legs tight against my waist grinding her clit against me while pulling me in deeper. A second shudder racked her body until she finally fell completely limp, back to the bed.
I managed to fall off onto my back as I gasped great gulps of air into my starved lungs.
“If it weren’t for the fact we are alone I would swear you were getting help from someone else,” Tania said, breaking the silence first.
I shuddered at that, not wanting to tell her that at this very moment I had two ghosts giving me head, in an attempt to keep me hard. She started to reach for my cock, but I intercepted her hand and kissing it, placed it on my chest.
“Give me a moment to recover, and we’ll begin again.” I said.
I lay on my back feeling the pleasure of my cock being swapped from one ghost to the other, while Tania caressed my chest with her fingertips. Turning my head, I looked at her breasts heaving up and down, and placed my free hand onto the nearest one and tweaked the nipple between two fingers, eliciting an erection from both.
The licks and sucking continued on my cock when I reached over to take Tania’s hardened nipple into my mouth. I began to suck and nibble and she groaned rubbing her fingers through my hair. My cock was more than ready to begin again so the ghosts let go, allowing me to continue.
“Let’s try another position.” I said, gently turning her over onto her belly.
She got to her knees, presenting me with her backside. I knelt there looking at her petal smooth back and gently curving hips, and palmed her ass cheeks like a crazed man. Smoothing my rough hands repeatedly over that plump bottom sent tingles down her back and shivers through my cock. I watched as she widened the spread of her knees on the bed and thrust her ass up for more. I felt the ghosts get on the bed next to me but barely managed the thought, ‘What are they going to do this time?’
Tania started to moan, but it wasn’t because of me, they must be playing with her pussy again. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass so I moved closer to place my cock at the entrance to her opening. She felt so hot to the touch when my bell end caressed her lips, and hotter still as I pushed its thickness in with ease. Her pussy was deliciously wet, thoroughly lubricated with excitement. As I thrust forward, I felt tongues licking my balls while Tania and I made love. It was so erotic and Tania’s moans became louder than ever as I thrust in and out. The pleasure of filling her pussy along with the thrill of my friend’s tongues teasing and licking was indescribable. If only she knew, I thought.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” she gasped between groans of pleasure.
The sight of my cock plunging into her body was ecstasy; the feel of the tongues servicing my cock and balls was almost too much, but I refused to ejaculate. I wanted this to last a lot longer than five minutes. Slowing my pace, I gently eased in and out to the sighs of Tania who was gripping the pillow with both hands, begging me to go deeper. Once I had a better hold of my lust, I started moving faster, wanting her to cum again. Thrusting with everything I had, I went for it.
“Oh yes, oh GOD yes, faster…faster, yes...oh...yes that’s it.”
She tore at the pillowcase she’d been gripping as she came and when I climaxed deep inside her I actually felt lightheaded with pleasure. Coming out of my near swoon, I found myself draped over her body. I managed to lift myself off and pulled out of her still throbbing channel. Tania collapsed onto the bed utterly exhausted and I saw that her silky hair was a tangled mess. Running my fingers through her hair, I managed to smooth it back into some semblance of order; then lay down beside her, caressing her face.
“Are you alright Tania?” I asked, after several minutes had passed. I watched as she lifted her tired head and smiled, that was all the answer I needed.
Once we managed to catch our breath we spent the rest of the evening talking about every subject under the sun until it came time for her to leave. Looking back, I realized that the only subject I had avoided was the house and my ghostly visitors. The thought of trying to explain them to her would haunt me (no pun intended) for the next couple of days.

Chapter 3

Using my bare foot to set the chair swing in motion, I sat on the back porch rocking and sipped my steaming coffee as I watched the sunrise. The air was cool but I really didn’t mind, it was refreshing and I needed its bracing effect to clear my mind. Turning to glance at my wristwatch, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 6 o’clock. After Tania left last night, I was only able to grab a few hours’ sleep, after all who could sleep when I had so much on my mind. The foremost being where had my spectral visitors gone to, and if they came back how was I going to get rid of them. That’s why I was sitting here staring into space trying to figure out what to do.
I found it hard to believe that the woman I had secretly cared for the last couple of years was now my girlfriend. Most men my age would have tons of experience by now, but I didn’t, but even with the little I had, I knew the sex last night was incredible. She didn’t know about the ghosts joining in when I was making love to her. Shaking my head with disgust, I acknowledged that I should have stopped. I hated the fact that I had inadvertently lied to her and was worried sick about her ever finding out before I had the chance to explain. It all happened too fast. I never expected her to show up at the house the way she did, and when she held me and kissed my cheek my heart was a goner. I don’t think I would have been able to stop even with a gun pointed at my head.
Wracked with guilt I banged my head on the side of the swing, trying to find a solution, not only for Tania and myself but also for the ghostly pair. Although I’d managed to find a way to see my newfound friends with the aid of a special dark light, I still had no luck in communicating with them. My eyes caught a flash of movement from the right and turning my head I saw the old woman next door peering at me through her upstairs window. I saw the curtain quickly close but not before seeing the sunlight reflecting off the pair of mini binoculars she held to her face!
Disgusted, I quickly went back inside and passed through the empty kitchen to head up to my bedroom. Thankful that I had the day off I decided to change the sheets and gather up my dirty clothes, I’d take them down to the basement later for washing. Hearing the door to my bedroom open, I turned to find no one there. They were back.
Digging through the drawer, I quickly reinserted the black light bulb and turned the switch. There they were, standing at the foot of the bed trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely. I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.
“Samantha. Sister - Serena.”
So they were sisters, I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
“Why, have you followed me home?” I asked. Watching closely I saw that Samantha’s ability to write was becoming stronger. Her intense focus was driving the chalk smoother and quicker.
“Help us.”
“Help you do what?”
“Release us.”
“How? Why are you trapped here?” I watched her ghostly hands as they continued writing. She appeared to be tiring.
“Murdered – by father. Bones – Christian burial.”
Shocked I sat there reading the brief words and looking up I caught the expressions of sadness and regret on their faces. My mind was rapidly processing the information they had given and I wondered if that was why they had chosen me to bestow their favors on. Embarrassed by the idea that they had used sex in an effort to bribe me I decided not to embarrass them further by asking. I had so many questions to ask but only spoke one.
“Do you need to use my life energy to communicate, to function?”
They silently looked at each other and looking back at me, nodded their head.
“Has the strong emotions that we experienced in the last two days helped?”
Nodding their heads quickly again, I began to see what was happening. Strong emotions must generate a lot of energy that they can use to try to communicate.
“So sex must be a good one?”
They nodded their head again in confirmation.
“What emotions are the strongest?”
Samantha moved to the board and began to write, “Fear – Hate – Lust.”
Seeing the words in writing sent chills down my back. Realization struck, concerning Brian. Turning to them abruptly I saw them looking at me with suddenly closed expressions.
“So, for my friend Brian, you chose fear. That’s why he wouldn’t tell me any of the details and right now, I really don’t want to know what happened. However, when I came to the house you chose lust. Why?”
Samantha and Serena looked at one another, and as I watched, tears began to fall down their faces. They leaned into each other and embraced as if their hearts were going to break. Watching them I realized that I didn’t need to know the reason, what I needed to do was help them.
“I’ll help,” I said quietly. “You don’t have anything to worry about, I give you my word I will find your remains and arrange for a Christian burial.”
They moved towards me as one and I felt petal soft arms and the gentle fragrance of Lavender surround me. Awkwardly standing between them I could only wonder how I was going to do it. Obviously, serious research was in order.
“Son, there’s a phone call for you,” my mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Coming,” I shouted back, and with those words, they faded from sight.

Chapter 4

After speaking with Tania about meeting later for dinner, I decided to head down to the local county courthouse to find more information on the haunted house. Sitting in the records room, I poured over the available information and was amazed at how much data I could gather about the house and property. Since the house was very old, the information wasn’t listed in the computer database or even in the huge record books. I ended up in the equipment room going through the photographic images that had been transferred onto microfilm reels. Comparing the original plans for the home with all the changes that had been made throughout the years, I was able to notice several discrepancies in the floor plans.
According to the ghosts, it had been over seventy years since their father murdered them. Looking at the changes to the floor plans, I figured that their bodies must be hidden somewhere in the house. Packing up my notes, I decided to head back to the house and wasn’t surprised when they appeared before me as I had set up the dark light in the sitting room. Expecting them to be waiting for me when I showed up, I’d brought my blackboard and easel, to communicate with them. I asked if they had any idea where their bodies might be.
Samantha wrote, ‘Don’t know.’
“So tell me where you first appeared in this house?” I asked.
Looking at each other they both agreed.
‘Sitting Room’ she wrote.
Nodding my head, I recalled the horror stories I’d read and films that I had seen and knew from these and other sources that bodies had been found behind brick walls, and under floorboards.
“Is there anything in this room, that wasn’t here when you were alive?”
Once again, they conferred with each other before pointing to the fireplace and the back wall.
“Well, that’s as good a place to start as any other.”
Staring at the back wall, I studied it carefully and decided it appeared too modern. The electrical switches were a dead giveaway as they looked new. Checking my notes, I figured that the renovations had been done by the last tenant. However, after looking at the plans again, I decided that the fireplace was the obvious place to start as the mantel, while in good condition, was showing the signs of use and the bricks in the back of the fireplace were held in place by mortar that was obviously older.
Taking my crowbar and hammer out of the bag, I began to hit the back of the fireplace and managed to loosen the mortar on a few of the bricks. I continued tapping and managed to loosen a few bricks to the extent that I was able to pull several to the floor. Poking the crowbar in I discovered that there appeared to be an open space behind the bricks so I ran for the flashlight to see if I could peer into the opening.
The light pierced the darkness and after moving my eyes closer to the hole, I discovered what appeared to be a smaller room just beyond. After a good half-hour, I’d managed to make a large enough opening for me to enter. Taking a last look back at the disappearing ghosts I poked the flashlight through sheets of cobwebs and slowly stood up in silence.
Moving the light around the perimeter of the small room, I could see that it contained no windows. No overhead light fixture was on the ceiling but taking a quick look around the walls, I noticed that the wallpaper was an exact match to what the living room still had hanging. There didn’t appear to be any furniture in the room and as I swung the light into the corner, I noticed what appeared to be a small cot. Looking off to the side there appeared to be a mound of clothes, no wait, was that a shoe I wondered.
I was right; blocked by the metal frame cot and bedding, there appeared to be remains slumped in a heap on the floor. Of course, the bodies were mere skeletons now, but looking at the remnants of cloth that clung to the bones it appeared that it was the correct time-period. I shuddered, closed my eyes, and began to back up to the entrance hole that I had created. I needed to catch my breath for the stale dusty air was making it difficult to breathe. Here, now, seeing the evidence before me I felt a crushing sadness at what had happened and all that had been lost. I stood there praying, too late to prevent what happened; my only hope was that their deaths were swift. Gathering my self-control, I managed a deep breath and slowly moved forward.
I heard scratching sounds and thought that the rodents must have been disturbed in the hidden area when I had entered. Peering forward and lighting the way with my flashlight I caught my breath upon seeing what appeared to be their entwined arms wrapped around each other, it looked as if they were seeking comfort from one another in their last moments. Looking closer at the area surrounding the bones I saw no plates or cups, nothing to signify that they had any type of food or water in their confinement. Only a pool of what looked like melted wax sat atop a wooden box crate. 
My thoughts were creating a litany of horrible scenarios as I stood there and the images running through my head were only broken when I turned to discover a large journal that was yellow with age lying off to the side against the wall. Carefully stepping forward I observed that the leather binding appeared to be in good condition, so carefully picking it up, I turned to leave and crawled out of the tomb their father must have created for them. Pulling myself upright, I swiftly looked to see if the ghosts were still there but they were gone and there was nothing but silence. I moved to the window to get a breath of fresh air and turning sat down on the settee, broke down, and cried. Then after composing myself, I started to read.

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“October 15 – Father has brought good news, his business is to expand and he wants us to pack, we are going to Chicago. My sister and I are very excited.”

***

Glancing through the journal, page by page, it went on much the same for the most part, with the trivial day-to-day activities of two young women. Most concerns were arrangements dealing with the housekeeper and their attempts to select foods and stuff from the local shops that their father selected. Few visitors called, it seemed that their father did not entertain family or friends. The highlights of their days seemed to be the occasional outings to the bookstores; their father seemed to encourage their pursuit of learning and knowledge. Occasional mentions were made of the elderly gardener who took care of the major tasks of caring for the grounds and planting the selection of flowers that the young women had made. No mention was made of a governess or widowed female relation that was in residence. Apparently, the father deemed it sufficient that they had each other for companionship and the housekeeper in attendance to keep an eye on their doings. Halfway through the book, it abruptly took a turn, as the handwriting seem to become more informal, and hurried in its intent.
“July 31 – My sister and I had a most amazing day. Our father introduced us to a young man who appeared at our door early this morning. It turned out that he was our father’s new apprentice. He was a most handsome young man in his early twenties who spoke to us as if we were royalty. We were both taken aback when our father told us he had a business meeting and would return later that morning. Father showed the apprentice to his work area in the library and instructed him on what he expected him to review and study until he returned. As father left the house, he requested that we be at the apprentice’s disposal until he returned. We were at first shocked, as we had never been left alone in a strange male’s presence before. Serena and I were both happy at the possibility of perhaps speaking with someone on our own, especially a young man.
Patiently waiting for an opportunity to speak with him, we decided to have morning tea in the Sitting Room. We first became aware of his presence in the doorway when he made a harrumphing noise in his throat to alert us to his presence. Inviting him to join us seemed the perfect chance to know him better and we invited him to take tea with us and have a seat. He politely bowed and entered the room, then chose to sit between us on the settee. As I poured tea and Serena offered cakes and biscuits, we began to relax and converse as if we were old friends. He proceeded to charm us with his wit and kindness and answered our many questions about his family and friends. As I sat and watched, my sister Serena seemed completely captivated by his presence. Her smiles and laughter drew his growing perusal and his manner became more and more relaxed.
I must admit that I was a bit green with envy that she had managed to capture his attention so completely, so I decided to try to draw back his attention to myself. I surreptitiously unfastened a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse, which I knew would reveal the skin of my throat. As he turned to include me in their conversation, I watched as his eyes widened at the sight of my pale neck before him. Feeling a sudden blush blossom on my cheeks I couldn’t help but be excited as his eyes seemed riveted to the exposed skin. Suddenly with my heart aflutter, I leaned forward to offer more tea and he was rewarded with a hint of revealed cleavage. I happened to look past him and saw my sister’s expression.
Instead of being angry at my attempt to ensnare his attention, she simply smiled and took the initiative, by placing her hand gently onto his leg just above his knee, in an effort to lure his focus back to her. Her eyes measured mine and began to sparkle with real mischief. Glancing back and forth between us, he carried on talking but we could see he was getting red under the collar at the sudden unabashed attention he was receiving. Glancing down I started with surprise when I clearly saw a bulge appear in his trousers. While I was naïve, I knew the facts of life and it seemed a bit strange as I watched how he fidgeted in his seat, while trying to hide the evidence of his arousal.
Quickly glancing up I saw that my sister had noticed as well, because as I watched in fascination, she moved her hand slightly up his leg, nearer to his crotch. I gazed on in wonder as he seemingly turned as still as a statue, frozen in place. I couldn’t determine by the look on his face what he was going to do, the play of emotions across his face were a revelation. Suddenly, it looked like he was ready to bolt, when my sister followed up by gently placing her fingertips onto his stiff cock.
You could hear his audible gulp and his eyes swiveled wildly back and forth between the two of us. He did not fight, or push her away; in fact, he sat there still as a statue while her fingers traced his member its full length and breadth. The air was heavy with tension as I watched her fingers slip to the very tip of his member to massage it tentatively. I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me.
I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained in one of the books, our discussions of male and female relationships became quite heated. I couldn’t believe that the reproduction of the species was hinged upon what the book referred to as intercourse. My Serena, being a year older, had the firm belief that the information must be true, but seemed to believe that the pictures used in the book were exaggerated. Her scientific sensibilities refused to believe that the male body resembled the illustrations listed.
Seeing the look in her eyes, I knew what she was going to do before she did it. I reeled in horror and fascination as I looked down to see her fingers slowly but surely unbuttoning his trousers while he sat there shaking like a leaf. Comprehension suddenly dawned on me that he, being a lowly apprentice, would surely be in trouble no matter what course of action he took. If he made a move to stop his employer’s daughter we could very well complain that he was the instigator. If he tried to join in and was rebuffed he’d still be labeled as the problem. Sitting frozen seemed his best solution I reasoned, as I awaited further developments.
I didn’t need to watch her hands to know when she touched him intimately. If possible, he stiffened even more completely and seemed to hold his breath in disbelief before his mouth parted in a gasp.
Looking down I saw that his member was free from its clothing and jutting outward from his body. Tendrils of black curls were thick at the base of a length of flesh that seemed grotesquely large in its bloated state. I watched as her tiny fingers tried to encircle its width but fell miserably short.
My ears became filled by the gasps of heavy breathing from the man held in place by a set of inquisitive fingers that ran the length and breadth of her fascination. Clear drops of fluid were now seeping from what appeared to be a slit at the knobby piece of flesh at the end. Looking up at his face once more I saw that his eyes were closed but his mouth was wide open and his tongue was licking at what appeared to be parched lips.
I watched in awe as her thumb swirled the knobby top to distribute the slippery fluid over its end and around the ridge. His gasps were now turning to moans as he shifted back and forth in place on the settee as if being tortured. It suddenly seemed like a switch was thrown when he finally stood up and started to undress, first revealing his muscular upper torso, and then finishing the job by letting his pants completely down. We were shocked to discover that when completely naked his cock and the heavy balls beneath not only surpassed the illustrations that we had been privy to but greatly exceeded them beyond our wildest imaginations.
We both stared in fascination, as it appeared to be at least eight inches long, maybe more, but the thickness was the astounding part, it was nearly the size of my wrist. His male piece seemed to stand at attention under our continued gaze. We stared at it for some time before becoming equally aroused by the situation, and once again, my sister took the initiative to place her two hands around it to manipulate the skin that covered it. Moving it back and forth, she completely revealed the entire large bell shaped end and slipped her one hand up to squeeze the throbbing tip.
I had finally gotten over the shock at what was occurring and definitely decided to join in with my own explorations. I placed my hand tentatively under his ball sack and began to lift them gently with my fingertips. They were surrounded by errant black strands of hair with an occasional curly lock here and there and as I ran my inquisitive fingers over and under them, they seemed to harden and lift up into my hands. I adored the sensation of cupping them. I was also spellbound by what my own body was feeling as I touched him intimately.
By this time we were all breathing heavily and as our bodies grew warmer with arousal all thoughts of maidenly shyness totally slipped away. I watched as Serena decided to take our adventure to the next level. She slowly opened her blouse and then began to unlace her corset until the edges parted, revealing the sides of her full breasts to his scrutiny. He tentatively slipped a hand under the cloth to cover first one and then the other when she gave a sign of encouragement. With both hands covering her, he began to squeeze and tug her erect nipples.
Watching him pinch her nipples was making me squirm in heated excitement and I clutched his balls wantonly with my fingers before moving them closer to the pulsating rod above. I could feel my own body beginning to moisten in my private area and began to wish that he’d play with my nipples.
My sister’s forward behavior set my own free and not to be outdone, I not only opened the buttons on my blouse but also unlatched the belt holding my full skirt to my waist. With both open, I shrugged and allowed the blouse to fall to the floor with the skirt following closely behind. Standing there in my corset and shift, I began to loosen the laces until the tight corset fell to the floor at his feet. Feeling the material fall at his feet he turned his attention to me and saw me standing there in nothing but my petticoat and shift. Catching his gaze, I pushed the petticoat off and thumbed the wide straps of my shift over my shoulders until it fell and I stood before him in all my naked glory.
My sister promptly decided to follow suit until we both stood naked before him, and kicking our clothes to one side, we began to touch and feel every inch of his muscular body. He was moaning in excitement and let his hands tentatively fall down so that his fingertips were resting on the mounds of our womanhood. We were so overcome by emotion and feelings of arousal that all thoughts of propriety were long gone from our consciousness.
I cannot imagine what he must have been going through, with two naked bodies to fondle and both of us playing with his cock and balls. He suddenly started to groan and thrust his body forward. Looking down I could see a thick creamy substance shooting from his member up into the air until it fell to the clothes that littered the floor. He suddenly pulled us both close and began to squeeze us against his prodding member and we felt wetness covering our sides and abdomens as he continued to shoot the liquid from his body.
Moving his hands up to the backs of our necks, he began to kiss first one and then the other forcing his tongue between our lips with continued pressure. Feeling his naked skin against us we began to shiver in unfulfilled lust until his hands drifted down again between our legs and began to tickle our private spots. His long fingers slid into our wetness and began to rub back and forth until our hips rolled to the touch of his fingers against us.
I lost all touch with reality only wanting to ride the pleasure of his fingers where sparks of pleasure were emanating. Spreading my legs wider, I felt a sudden thickness between my legs, sliding through the moisture that had pooled there. Growing weak in the knees, I felt my body slip to the floor and realized that my sister who was holding onto him and my hand had followed me down to the carpet.
Looking up I saw him standing there above us, his member drooping with a bead of wetness hanging at the tip. Kneeling down between us, he continued to run his fingers over and over our pleasure points until my sister and I were groaning aloud with pleasure. My eyes were tightly closed to enjoy the pleasure better when suddenly I felt a smooth mouth latch on to the hardened nipple at my breast. Half rising from the floor in pleasure his fingers slipped deeper into me at my sudden movement. Feeling something entering my body, I glanced down to see his hand buried between my legs.
At this point, he had focused his attention on me and in a sudden shift of his body had my arms laid flat to the carpet while he knelt between my legs, and using his knees thrust my legs wider. Looking down between our bodies, I saw that his member had regained its strength as it was firm and large again, and even now was bumping against me where mere seconds ago, his fingers had been. Feeling his fullness against that heated spot made me squirm in pleasure and unknowingly I raised my hips in search of more sensation and found that I had managed to surround the bloated head of his member with my body.
The feeling was incredible and I paused to savor the feeling when suddenly he nudged it just a bit deeper until I felt the plump head of his cock press up against some sort of barrier in my depths. Sighing with the pleasure and pain of his fullness, I looked deeply into his eyes and watched as he moved to thrust his hips forward. Suddenly, I felt something give and a sharp pain made me cry out, yet the fullness of his member thrust deep into my body. Gasping at the intrusion, I felt his lips come down upon mine, and his tongue slip through my lips to toy with my own.
Distracted by this sudden change of tactic I didn’t realize that he was giving me the opportunity to adjust to his intrusion in my body until I felt his weight lift from my body and his hardened member withdrew. Then, once again, he plunged down with a swiftness that drove him deep into the depths of my womanhood. I moaned in pleasure and pain at the feel and squirmed to try to get out from underneath him, which only served to draw him deeper into my depths.
His lips were covering mine as he continued to withdraw and thrust forward again until instead of pain I began to feel an overwhelming pleasure. Using his forearms to lift my legs wider apart I felt him seat his maleness against my pleasure point so that each slide into me massaged the pulse of pleasure that waited for him there.
I suddenly felt a fire begin at my pointed toes and run like lightening up my widespread legs to center at my pleasure point and with a feeling that could only be described as mind altering I found my body convulsing in such pleasure that I screamed at the intensity of the feeling. My body was still quivering and tightening its hold on his thick rod when he suddenly pulled out and moved over to my sister.
I watched in awe as he manipulated her body into a swoon of pleasure until his stiff member parted her nether lips with its bloated head. Hearing her scream of pleasure and pain, I knew that he had breached her inner sanctum as he had done mine and I beheld the thrust of his hips as he seemed to plow between her legs with all the gusto of a starving man. His moans of pleasure rose sharply with each thrust into her body and as she welcomed him into her depths, I saw her hips suddenly thrust up and knew that she was in the same throes of pleasure that I had just experienced. Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room as he continued to thrust in and out of her with maddening speed and concentration.
Suddenly I watched as her eyes flew open again and she gasped aloud as a second pleasurable swoon managed to eclipse her body. His panting continued to increase until I saw the cheeks of his buttocks suddenly clench tightly and hold in place above her until with one final thrust he sank to the depths and stopped. I could see his body clenching tighter with each continuing pulse of pleasure until he finally gave a last groan and collapsed his weight atop her.
I moved nearer to touch the muscled flesh of his firm buttocks when I heard the sound of an approaching automobile coming up the incline to our house. Hissing a frightened warning, I quickly gathered my scattered clothing and shoes and ran to the window that faced the driveway. Hearing the commotion behind me, I knew that Serena and the new apprentice were racing to do the same. Serena and I darted up the stairs, racing to our rooms to put ourselves in order.
Hearing the slam of the library door, we knew that the apprentice was surely doing the same. Several minutes passed before we heard the muffled sounds of the front door opening. Father must have taken the new automobile to the carriage house before heading to our front door. Tidying my hair, I was able to right my clothes and hair before I heard him calling my name and with a final check left the room to answer his call.
Even now as I pen these words, I shudder with wonder at our actions and thank the heavens that we were able to evade being caught by our father. It has been many days since we have heard any news of the apprentice as our father does not include us in his daily business activities. While Serena and I have continually discussed what had happened and what we had experienced, we live in fear that somehow our father will find out what had occurred. It is difficult to remain calm when he stops speaking and looks at us oddly, as if he knows that something is amiss, but cannot quite put his finger on what it is. Now that the housekeeper has returned from her visit to tend to her sick sister, we know that a similar opportunity will probably not present itself any time soon.
We both live in hope that we will see the handsome young man again as he has filled our hearts with a yearning to be in his arms again.”

***

I closed the book. I looked around me but did not feel the presence of the ghosts and I wondered where they had gone. I knew that I needed to get home, but first I had to secure the open hole in the fireplace. Taking one last look into the gloomy room, I carefully began to try to place the bricks back in some type of order. Piling them, one on top of the other, my only hope was that if anyone else should come into the house and entered this room, that no one would notice their state in the dim light of the room. Gathering my equipment and carefully placing the journal in my backpack, I vowed to continue reading the book as soon as I had the opportunity.

Chapter 5

If only they were alive today - that’s what I kept thinking as I read their journal. The book was filled with bits and pieces of their daily lives along with the unexpected meeting of the young man that had changed their life. Feeling compelled to learn more of what happened; I continued on, needing to know what had led to the precipice of their murder. I had to finish the book before I could fulfill my promise to have their earthly remains placed in consecrated ground.

***

“August 15 – Father wants to have a dinner party for a few of his select clients. Last night he gave us the invitation list for the cards to be sent. We were thrilled to discover that the new apprentice is included on the list. While we have not seen him since that fateful day a huge bouquet of flowers were delivered to the house, but they came without a card. Sister and I looked up the meaning of the arrangement of pink and white roses with Maidenhair Fern in our volume of ‘The Language of Flowers.’ Our hearts were filled with hope at the knowledge of his secret love for both of us. We cannot wait to see him again.”

***

“August 20 – The arrangements have been made and tomorrow night we shall see him again. Father has reviewed the selection of wines and foods and even studied the seating arrangements at the table. He questioned our placement of the new apprentice and moved him from between us to the opposite end of the table. Serena fears we have raised his suspicions.”
“August 21 – Dinner was a complete and utter disaster! There is no other way for me to possible describe what transpired. When the hour finally arrived, the business clients attended as expected. Dinner was served by the hired wait staff for the occasion. The conversation was congenial and while current events were discussed, there was no mention of business at the table. While our gaze ventured to the young man who we longed to see, we did carry on conversations with the other men present. It was apparent to both Serena and I however, that the business associates could not keep their eyes off the pair of us. The men who sat at the table were close to the same age as our father but seemed to consider us fair game. We were dressed stylishly yet modest in appearance but found the continual staring uncomfortable. I venture to say that it appeared as if they were sizing us up like horses at the market. Father’s apprentice sat at the opposite end of the table, he seemed just as aware of their strange behavior as we were, and fought to keep his face expressionless.
When dinner was finished, they retired to the study for cigars and after dinner drinks. We could hear loud discussions but could not discern what was being discussed. My sister and I were left to direct the staff to clear the dishes and the work was performed with such haste that before much time had passed the dining room was restored as well as the kitchen to their original order.
Upon the return of the men from their cigars and after dinner drinks, we were called upon to play the piano and entertain with musical selections. It wasn’t until the guests had finally left for the evening that we were informed that father was entering into an agreement to expand his business and that we were being offered as wives to seal the bargain. Shocked into silence we stared at him and then each other. He advised us that since each of the men were suitable for business partners as far as he was concerned, he would allow us the choice of which man we would marry. He instructed us to retire for the night and make our decision. Hastily leaving the room, we kept our silence afraid of what we might say in haste. Our discussions ran long into the night and only when exhausted did we fall into a troubled sleep.
Morning has come, and as I write of last night’s events in this journal I now know that we will have to do something, but what?”

***

The strain of keeping my eyes open to read more of the journal was too much for me. I was exhausted from the long day and lay half-asleep with my arms clutching the book to me. Moving it under my pillow for safekeeping, I had to remind myself that the events occurred over seventy years ago, and trying to stay awake to finish the entries would not solve anything but my own questions of what had happened. I will have to continue tomorrow, now I must rest.

Chapter 6

The next day at work was spent watching the clock, wanting to head home to see the next entry in the journal. Racing home, I found the house empty but didn’t question where my parents had gone. Heading up the stairs, I tore off the necktie and threw down the sport coat that I’d been wearing. Heading for the closet, I pulled the journal down from the shelf and proceeded to the next entry.
“August 23 – All is quiet, and we cannot help but wonder why our father has not approached us again about our choice of husbands for marriage. We have not heard from our young man either and the housekeeper seems to be keeping a closer eye on us both. We’ve heard comings and goings from the house but have not been called down from our rooms and involved.”
“August 24 – Dinner tonight was a quiet affair. Father was silent and withdrawn and did not engage us in conversation other than to ask if we had made our selections. How calmly he asks, as if we are selecting a new ribbon for a hat or are discussing the purchase of the newest novel. We looked hesitantly at each other and then Serena answered that we know so little about the men that were present, she asked if it would be possible to arrange additional meetings so that we may know more of their personality before we make a final decision.
Father remains silent and seemingly focused on the meat on his plate; his answer several minutes later assures us that he was pondering the soundness of our request. He nods in agreement but inserts a caveat; our selection must be made by the end of the month. He has given us seven days to decide our fate, it is cruel, but with no other choice, we agree. Perhaps in the remaining time allowed we can dissuade our suitors, leaving father with the business partnerships, and us free from arranged marriages. We shall see.”
“August 26 – They are to arrive tomorrow for afternoon tea. Father advises that he is too busy to lose another day’s work. Serena and I have much to plan; we have hatched a scheme to discourage the men with our dispositions and lack of manners. Surely this will be easier to do with mature men who expect a certain degree of refinement from women who will head their households.”

***

In my mind, I already sense that they are in for a terrible, rude awakening. Men like this, older men used to having their orders obeyed in business and their personal lives, would never allow two young women to dissuade them from their goals. I held my breath as I turned back to the journal to read.

***

“August 27 – Nothing turned out as we planned! Serena and I came down to the tea, long after the men had arrived. We were beyond being fashionably late and as we entered the room, we discerned from their fixed expressions that their tempers were raised. Smiling as if nothing was amiss we sat down and requested the pacing men to join us. They took a seat as we rang for the tea tray to be brought in.
The housekeeper brought in the teacart, and after casting a quick glance around to ensure that we had everything we needed she silently left the room, pulling the door closed behind her. How odd when for the past several weeks she’d been watching our every move. Perhaps it was so she could listen at the keyhole; little did we know that she had left the house shortly after serving the tea.
Making idle conversation with the men, we passed the teacups around asking if they wanted cream and sugar. The eldest of the four, was also the tallest. Mr. Stevenson started to laugh and pronounced he would take his tea differently. Promptly taking a flask from his coat, he poured a liberal amount of liquid into the tea, and upon taking a sip, declared it was perfect. Laughter from the other men ensued and soon they all were pulling flasks out and spiking their tea.
Serena and I shared a look and she being the adventurous one remarked that she wouldn’t mind a spot in her own cup. Surprised looks flashed about and Mr. Thomas leaned forward to offer Serena his personal flask. Pouring a liberal amount in she found that the mellow whiskey did add a kick to the bland beverage and soon had leaned forward to empty the bottle into the teapot. This led to a round of applause and soon the first pot was empty and promptly replenished from the hot water kettle left on the sideboard.
The men seemed greatly relaxed and we soon forgot our own plots for freedom. Serena led me to the piano and I began to play a lively tune while she sang for the men. Soon Mr. Jones sprang up and began to waltz Serena around the room. Handing her off to Mr. Winchester, they began to twirl around the room at a rapid gate until flushed with laughter Serena sat next to me on the piano bench and began to fan her flushed face.
When she began to pull the bodice buttons open to cool off the men began to hoot and applaud in appreciation. She began to laugh and tease them with the lower buttons and preened, as the men grew louder and more raucous. Serena flushed with whiskey fueled laughter then stood and with a mighty heave ripped open the remaining buttons (much to my surprise) on her blouse until her pale milky breasts spilled out for the men to enjoy.
The men were wild with enthusiasm and Serena being the ultimate flirt slowly began to dance around the room as she played with the buttons on her skirt. Stopping to replenish her dry throat with another deep swallow of tea she spun around the piano and as she did she kicked her heels off and began to flash her stocking feet and legs at the assembled men who applauded all the louder and with greater abandon.
Playing rather haphazardly I laughed as I watched her breasts bounce in abandon before the gathered men. My own head was swimming from the doctored tea and I was feeling slighted by having to play the piano while Serena had all the fun so I asked one of the men to start the gramophone so that I could dance too.
Soon the men surrounded us, helping Serena and I both out of our clothes until we stood before them naked as the day we were born. Our bodies were flushed with the admiration of the men and as their hands skimmed our bodies, we felt as if we were on top of the world. Having these worldly men ooh and ah over our bodies was the greatest aphrodisiac we had ever experienced and it wasn’t long before the men had shed their coats and shirts and were peeling down to their bare skins to dance naked with us around the room.
What a sight we must have made bare breasts and cocks flopping about as we took our turns around the piano. Well the cocks were flopping at first, but we soon noticed as they became stiff and large and we were fascinated by the differences between the four men.

***

Sitting there with the book in my hands, I closed my eyes before turning the next page. I could imagine what would happen next and my stiffening cock reflected my arousal as I continued to read.

***

“August 27 – I watched as Serena was lifted onto the piano top and my throat suddenly became dry as Mr. Thomas led me to the sofa. Turning I looked into his eyes and saw for the first time that they were a beautiful shade of Wedgewood Blue and wondered at the color. Seeing the expression of lust on his face, my own became heated and I turned away and as I turned, I felt a trail of long fingers sliding down the side of my cheek and trembled as they flowed down to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck. I sat in silence as I felt his fingers begin to play with the nipples on my breasts. I turned my face back towards him and was startled as the tips of our noses briefly touched.
Laughing in surprise, I made to move back a bit when I suddenly felt his soft warm breath fall upon my lips. Shyly looking up to the warmth in his eyes, I watched as he leaned in closer until I felt the tickling sensation of a mustache on my face. My private fantasies had always been about men with mustaches so it felt like a dream come true when I felt it move down the bridge of my nose until it moved side to side at the tip. I suddenly realized that he was teasing me and I definitely wanted to play along. Opening my mouth to speak, I felt the slip of a warm tongue flow in to touch my own and my senses became overloaded.
I closed my eyes and with a soft moan, I succumbed to the arousal I was feeling. Even now as I sit here, pen to paper, the fire of that first kiss is hard to describe. I was consumed by the touch of a man that I hardly knew but with each touch of his tongue and lips, he drew me into him closer. The feel of his mustache was so enticing that I pulled his head down to the top of my breasts. I agonized at the feeling it invoked there and waited anxiously to see what he would do.
Rubbing his face across my bare breasts made me feel faint and when he latched on to one pink tipped rigid nipple I moaned as if dying with pleasure. Holding his head close to me, I felt him move back and forth rubbing that mustache across my breasts and he continued to suck and pulled at the tight peaks they held. It wasn’t until I felt a hand sliding up between my thighs that I realized that I was lying flat on the sofa with him between my legs.
I felt the cool air in the room mingle with the moist trail he left behind on my breasts and watched as he lifted his hand to move his member closer. I could not look away from the turgid length that he held.
I had only seen one in illustrations and the one that the young apprentice had, but what Mr. Thomas had was like nothing I had seen before. The length and width were as if it was abnormal. There are no words to describe how thick and long it appeared to be. He watched my expression and I could only look with shock in return. The end was almost the like of a doorknob only deep purple in appearance and it was leaking fluid at an alarming rate. I watched as he lowered down to me and felt him try to move it between my legs.
The slippery head slid into the apex of my thighs and womanhood and managed to move against my mound until I felt his knees press my legs apart further. Moving back a bit, he moved its position through my legs and it landed between the folds of womanhood to slide up and down its length. The heat of his manhood slid against the fine hairs and he used its length to rub against my inner thighs until I felt its first contact at my pleasure point.
With my small gasp, he realized its position and used it to his advantage. Rubbing the knob up and down against the swollen point his hips danced against my body until I widened my legs further apart to allow him greater access. Taking that advantage, his right hand came down and lifted my leg further up and over the crest of the camel back sofa until I was open to his use completely.
I moaned in excitement as I felt the heated thickness against the opening of my womanhood and squirming on the sofa to get closer I felt the first portion of the knob try to gain access. Hands came down to lift my hips into better position and suddenly I felt my body give way to its fullness. He waited a few moments as I writhed around the hot slippery invader and seeing that my body was moist with its own excitement he proceeded to push his length in inch by inch until he was seated fully into my depths.
Gasping in excitement, I couldn’t lay still while his member was in me. I kept writhing about on the sofa as a woman possessed until he began to pull out. Feeling him slip from me, I tried to clench it with my inner muscles and at my first attempt; I elicited a deep groan of feeling from him as he gasped in excitement. I wanted to beg him for more but he became so still at that moment that I did not speak. Suddenly, it was as if he had given in to his excitement because he began to pull out and then thrust in at such a speed that I couldn’t speak. His hands cupped my bottom as if for better purchase as he thrust and moved his hips in a blur. Leaning down to suckle my nipples his member was forced against my pleasure point so that I could feel every stroke and movement of his body.
The fire of excitement began between my legs and raced to the top of my head as I screamed out in ecstasy, I came at the pinnacle of pleasure. My body shook in the throes of a violent orgasm as my inner walls clutched on his hard member for more. I felt faint with excitement as he continued to plunge in and out of me driving the pleasure on and on until it built into a second explosion that I felt to the tips of my toes.
Feeling the shudders of my body had him come with a roar of excitement that he buried between my breasts. His hips continued to move after the first explosion and I felt his member pulse deep within me as if it would never end. Gasping in pleasure, he suckled on first one nipple then the other until the quivering in our bodies slowly came to a halt. Wriggling his hips one last time he finally pulled out his magnificent manhood and turning to the man behind him he motioned him closer.
Helping me sit up he motioned for Mr. Winchester to sit down on the sofa, and lifting me up he sat me back down upon him. I felt Mr. Winchester’s chest rub the skin of my back as I sat down upon a thick member that was even now slipping into the place that Mr. Thomas had just left. As he thrust up into me, Mr. Thomas moved in front of my face and gently placing his hands onto my head, he moved his member closer to my mouth. I licked my lips anxiously and wondered what he intended and in that moment, I knew.
With a short thrust, the purple head of his cock was between my soft lips and when I gasped in surprise, he pulled me on to him deeper. Gently he thrust until I became accustomed to his stride while the man below me plunged me deeper into lust. His fingers held me tightly in place, playing with pleasure point from the front as he moved me up and down with his thrusts.
With my eyes closed, I moved in concert with the two men that played my body, each pulling and thrusting in their own way until the overwhelming pleasure began to fill my body to such an extent that I moaned aloud in anxious need. Suddenly, it felt like lightning struck the pleasure point that was being tweaked with each thrust. I screamed in ecstasy as my body shuddered from the waves of pleasure that ran up and down its length.
I heard the men groan loudly as with a final thrust one exploded his passion into my body while the other rained it down on my lips and breasts. Our sighs of pleasure filled my ears and I felt faint with the pleasure that I had experienced. I slowly opened my eyes to see Serena surrounded by the other two men who seemed to be holding her upright.”

***

Sitting there reading the book I was amazed at the turn of events. Apparently, Samantha wasn’t disturbed by ending up with Mr. Thomas and Mr. Winchester and I could only wonder if Serena fared as well. Anxious to see if Samantha included Serena’s tale I turned the page.

***

“August 27 – Mr. Stevenson gently pushed Serena down on her back, flat against the ebony surface of the piano. Covering her with his body, he began to kiss her neck and breasts while she ran her fingers to the hair at the base of his head. He continued his seduction by placing his hands on either side of her head and pulling loose the pins that held her hair, he then threaded his fingers into a secure grip to ravish her mouth. His tongue was quite persuasive and unable to breath she felt quite faint, until he lifted his lips and began to use his mouth on her naked breasts. His lurid tongue made short work of tantalizing her nipples until they stood at attention to the workings of his lips.
She told me in stunned surprise that she felt as if she was melting in place when she felt his hands invade the slit between her legs. His fingers began to slip and slide their way through the delicate folds of her private area until she moaned in lust at the feelings he was awakening.
The hands that were once playing in his hair were now clutching his arms to keep them close to her burning body. Feeling a sudden loss of pressure on her breasts, she raised her head to see him disappear past her abdomen. Suddenly she felt something exceedingly moist and probing on her private parts and after a moment’s revelation realized that the man now had his mouth over her womanhood.
Her own hands muffled her soft shriek, when she realized that it was his tongue now probing her most intimate folds. She swooned at the thought and sensation of his lips moving over her private area and was jolted to sudden awareness as she felt his tongue impale the opening that was deep between her legs. Her hands were again buried deep in his hair as her moans of lust filled the room. His animal grunts of pleasure filled the air, and time stopped when she reached a peak of excitement that had her shrieking in pleasure. He continued with his lips and tongue until her pants of lust fell away to soft groans of completion.
She felt him lift his lips and raising her head she looked deeply into his eyes and watched as his hands moved to lift his organ into place. Anticipating what was to come she lay still until she felt the first hard thrust bury deep within her. Gasping in delight, he grunted, thinking that he was the first to breach her maidenhead since her sheath was so tight. He pulled back and then spreading her legs wider thrust his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt. Not giving her time to catch her breath he started thrusting in and out with the spirit of a young man. Grunting, and heaving he leaned forward to arch further over her, and managed to slide his manhood against her exposed pleasure point. She was in the throes of a violent pleasurable experience once again.
Hearing her gasps of pleasure set his own pleasure to its peak and he tightened for one last thrust as he grasped her nipples to tweak them once again. Mounding her firm breasts in his hands, he shook with the pleasure of his release and after finally sending the last spurts of his seed deep within her he leaned over to suckle her nipples in pleasure.
Standing next to him, Mr. Jones patted him on the back and urged him to help him turn Serena’s heated body over onto her stomach on the cool piano. Swooning in pleasure of feeling two men’s hands on her body, she wasn’t prepared for the salacious kiss that was pressed to her naked buttocks. She felt a pair of strong hands pull her legs open while another slapped her ass cheeks teasingly. Long fingers began to rub and massage the soft mounds and she felt the cool air fall between the globes as they parted.
She flushed at being looked at in such a private place and wondered what the men were doing. With each pass of the hands, she felt her legs slide on the hips of the man that held her. In fact, it seemed as if he were drawing closer as her legs were being spread wider as each moment passed. Suddenly fingers were playing with her nether lips and she felt the first tentative touch of hot flesh at her opening.
A deep thrust into the depths of her body and she felt her womanhood being stretched in a new way, from a deeper angle. Mr. Jones toyed with her, pulling in and out, in and out, until his member sat at the tight ring of her opening. Feeling fingers once again playing with her pleasure point she was at first distracted until she felt a hot pressure slightly higher up.
Shock held her in place when she felt his member at her darkest place. She couldn’t imagine what he was doing until she felt the first tentative push into her private passage. The shock of his first thrust was countered by the fingers that were tweaking her pleasure point. The pleasure and pain were mixed and then dissolved as he thrust deeply into her dark place. The movement in her deep passage was incredibly arousing as the fingers played with her engorged excitement in front.
Sobs of excitement fell from her lips as the man covered her completely with his body as he thrust into her depths. His firm hips bounced off her plush ass checks with vigor as he sought his release and the man who played with her below kept her on the edge of excitement until with one mighty thrust and groan the man that thrust into her above was met by the man who sucked her pleasure point into his mouth. Her screams of joy filled the room as her body twisted and heaved in every direction until the tips of her toes curled in glee.
Tears of pleasure coursed down her cheek as she fell to the cool ebony on the piano top. Exhausted she lay sprawled wide until she felt hands gently lift her down from the smooth wood. Standing there swaying on her feet, she saw me on the sofa, riding one man while the other was standing before me. Suddenly, the rattling of the doorknobs drew our attention. We turned as one, the men, and my sister, pleasure forgotten, as we watched the door slowly open.”

***

I felt the hairs on my neck and arms stand up as I closed the journal. I was afraid to read what happened next. Finishing the story would have to wait, standing abruptly; I headed down the stairs unable to continue further until I had a stiff drink inside me.

Chapter 7

Normally I don’t drink alone, but that night I headed to my dad’s liquor cabinet and pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bottom shelf. Heading to the kitchen, I felt a swift rush of cold air rush by me. A feeling of impending doom was upon me. Standing there in the hallway, I eyed the living room that I had just left and the stairs that I had just come down. I knew that the house was empty, as my father was attending a business conference and my mother had decided to go along.
I’d never been frightened of the dark, or of being alone, or any number of other things that people managed to acquire in their life. Now however, I had the oddest feeling that I wasn’t alone. Somehow, I knew that it wasn’t my ghosts. Whatever was there in the house with me was someone else. Shaking my head, I went into the kitchen for some ice and smelled smoke. 
Whirling around I began to sniff, but knew that it wasn’t the wiring or anything else with the house itself. It was cigar smoke, just the faintest smell, and suddenly I suspected who was there in the kitchen with me.
Calmly reaching for a glass tumbler, I pulled open the freezer door to get some ice and as I did, a mist of cold air began to swirl in front of me. It was just like the old horror shows, when a waterfall of foggy cold air begins to fall over the sill of the window, only it was happening in front of me, and out of my freezer. It began to coalesce first into a person’s face and then a figure. It was a man and he appeared to be nearly as tall as I was. The portion of the head that was supposed to be a face was barely recognizable but it managed to form what appeared to be a young man’s persona. I watched, as the lips seem to move before me and emit a slight hiss of sound. I couldn’t be certain but it sounded almost as if the words, free them, were whispered. 
In that instant, the room turned back to normal. The refrigerator stood there with nary a bit of smoke anywhere around it. The empty glass was still in my hand, the lights in the kitchen were on, but I stood alone, knowing that I had to go back upstairs and finish the journal. 

Chapter 8

“August 27 – We watched in horror as the door seemed to open in slow motion and there at the entrance to the room stood our father and the apprentice. A roar of such rage exploded from our father’s depths that the glass in the windows seemed to shake with fury. The men scrambled around the room some reaching for their clothing, others trying to place furniture between themselves and our father’s outrage.
Serena and I watched as the apprentice, our first tutor in love, fell to his knees and as we watched we saw him cover his face as if in pain. I moved to gather our clothing as our father advanced on our persons with fists tightly clenched and arms shaking. By now, the men seeing that our father’s attention was solely on us, had managed to flee the scene one by one until we were the only ones left in the room.
Even now, writing in this diary, I cannot begin to describe the events that took place there. My father’s hand was wrapped securely in Serena’s hair as he pulled her out of the room to the stairs. His other hand held me firmly as he dragged me along in a tangle of clothes and shoes. Throwing us down to the floor in front of the steps his screams of obscenities seemed a never-ending litany. Shouts for the housekeeper were useless, as she had left the house for her day off.
We climbed the stairs to our rooms shaking in shock and fear, not knowing what would become of us. Rushing into my room, we slammed the door shut behind us and Serena and I began to dress. In the silence, we heard the scratching of the key in the lock and knew that we weren’t going anywhere.
August 30 – Days have passed and although we’ve heard pounding and construction below, we have seen no one. We awake to find the chamber pot empty and a pitcher of water and a few slices of bread on a plate. Our cries for the housekeeper go unanswered.
August 31 – We awake to find ourselves in complete darkness. I scramble about in the gloom and manage to find a stub of a candle and match on a small crate that even now is serving as my writing table. There appears to be no door to the room we are confined. Bits of sawdust, a crate, and a cot are the only things in this small space besides Serena and me, along with my journal and pen. Our pounding on the walls of our confinement go unanswered and as the flame gutters out the last bit of wax in the candle, I know this is my last entry. It appears that father has chosen for us, we die alone, thirsty and hungry with only our sins of the flesh to keep us company. We will never have to worry about being married off to our father’s suitors. It appears that we will never have to marry at all.”

Chapter 9

I sat on my bed, having finished the journal, and recalled the chain of events that had lead me here, to this place in time, and knew what I had to do.

Chapter 10

The last shovels of dirt are falling onto the grave as the priest continues with his litany of prayers. The blessing of the ground and the bones that the grave contained was completed earlier. Arranging with the authorities and the priest proved more time consuming that I ever expected, but the work was finally over.
Standing under the grey mist that fell from the sky that day made me realize how fortunate I had been to get through this experience unscathed. The two young women, who died so tragically, had finally been put to rest. The young apprentice, who must have been tortured to death by the father of the young women, was laid to rest with them. His bones were removed from the crate that had served as the writing desk for Samantha.
Walking away from the gravesite and cemetery, I headed home, once again revisiting the scenario I had managed to piece together from the information received from the two female ghosts, the diary, and the male ghost who appeared to me that last day.
Further research found that the father had sold his business and financial assets and moved away from the area. No trace was ever found concerning the apprentice and when I had finished reading the journal, I knew that the apprentice had never left. When I eventually did return to the house with the authorities, it was then that we found the bones hidden in the crate.
I could only surmise that the father confronted the young apprentice and he broke down. He probably admitted to being in love with the girls and who knows what else. That combined with his obvious grief that day, upon seeing them with the men, had surely sealed his fate.
As I sat down in my car, I turned for one last look at the gravesite, which was now off in the distance. I knew that the misty figures waving goodbye weren’t my imagination, but as I headed my car to the gates of the cemetery, I knew that that was the last that I would see of them.
Opening the door to my new house, I inhaled the smell of fresh paint and newly laid carpet. There was still a lot of work to do, but the restored camel back sofa and fireplace drew me like a magnet. I sat down to rest, secure in the knowledge that the former inhabitants living and dead were gone for good. As I pulled the new journal towards me, I felt the crisp clean pages crinkle under my fingers, where to begin I thought, as I put pen to paper.

The End

The Dream Reaper

I awoke feeling the sperm running down my thigh. It had happened again, a wet dream that I’d been having three times a night. It always started the same way, I would be in a bar getting a drink, and once I sat down in an alcove that was situated at the back of the bar, someone would get under the table and start to give me the best damn blowjob ever. However, I couldn’t see who was under the table, and when they’d taken me to the very edge, I would cum for real, and wake up. I cleaned up the mess, and then lay there wondering why I should be having such vivid and incredible wet dreams. It wasn’t because I wasn’t laid. On the contrary, I had my fair share of sex. In addition, I was twenty-one, and had never experienced a wet dream in my life. 
Then I noticed something on the floor of my bedroom, a small brooch. I got out of bed and picked it up, and upon examination, I discovered engraved writing on the back, too small to read with the naked eye. I searched through my desk until I found my magnifying glass. Looking closer under the lamp, the inscription read, To Abby, for passing the D R exam. I didn’t know anyone by that name. I also knew that the brooch hadn’t been there when I’d gone to sleep. 
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had had an intruder, but upon checking the house, I’d found all the doors and windows locked from the inside. At that point, I figured that it must have been snagged onto my clothing, and I’d not noticed. I decided to hide it away, and had the perfect place for it. A week later, I was still having these wet dreams when it suddenly changed. I was still in the bar, but a voice could be heard in my head, saying, where is my brooch. I awoke with the dream still fresh in my memory, wondering why I should dream about the brooch. Then I had a wild idea, what if someone was visiting me during my sleep, someone who had lost a brooch. 
I laughed at myself, but couldn’t shake the idea, so I decided to humor me. I set the camcorder to record my movements during sleep, and the next night when I was ready for bed, I started the camcorder off and went to sleep. I awoke with my own cum running down my thigh, and then remembered the camcorder. 
To be honest I didn’t think I would find anything, but what I did find was mind blowing. First of all the tape had only been going for half an hour, so I rewound it, and then placed it into the video player. At first, it was what I expected to find, me asleep, with an occasional turn for excitement. Then suddenly a light appeared above my head in the film, I watched very intently, and witnessed a vision of beauty appearing from the light. She was a young woman, of small stature floating above my bed, and then I saw the covers start to move on their own, revealing my naked body beneath. She then proceeded to hover above my cock, taking in the entire length down her throat, and giving me a blowjob. I looked down and found that I had a real boner right now. 
This was incredible, she continued until I came and then placed everything back as it was, and vanished. I rewound the tape going over it repeatedly, not believing what my eyes were seeing. I just had to talk with this little beauty, but how, the only time she appeared was when I slept. Then I looked at the computer, and started to get an idea. 
If you’ve ever owned a computer, you will know that they are incredibly versatile, able to do a number of everyday things. The obvious things being typing out letters, playing games, using the Internet and so on but you can also set your computer up to do a number of things around your home. For instance, if you had the right equipment you could actually save money on your electricity bills, simply by setting up sensors around your home that the computer could identify with. Then when it detected you in one room, it would automatically turn out the lights in another. 
Therefore, what I did first was get the right equipment for the job in hand, and started to set it all up. Once I had set things up, I sat in front of the camcorder and recorded a message just for my little visitor. Then re-recording it onto my computer, I set the camcorder as before to watch what happened. I had set the camcorder to start as soon as my computer activated. 
That night I waited until I was tired, and then after making last minute checks I got into bed. When I awoke twenty minutes later, the lights were all on, as well as my computer and camcorder. Quickly getting out of bed I rewound the tape and started to play it through, it began as before with nothing happening, and then the light appeared above my head again. She appeared, floating above my bed and then the lights came on, and at the same time, my voice could be heard coming from the computer.
”Please don’t be afraid, I will not harm you, but I now know of your existence.”
I watched her face on the tape, at first she had been startled, and was about to flee, but she then heard my voice, which seemed to calm her a little.
”I have found your brooch, and it is safe with me, I would like to meet with you,” I heard myself saying.
She listened intently, and then spotting the camcorder, she floated over to it.
”I can only meet you in my dreams, for it is forbidden by my kind to make contact with the dream receiver,” she said, in a soft voice.
I looked at her face, she was beautiful, her hair was white and flowing, her eyes a gorgeous blue, her skin perfect, and a body that you would die for. The only defect, if you could call it that, was her height, for she only stood four foot from the ground. However, four foot of perfection was still, four foot of perfection.
”I will come to you once you fall asleep again,” she said, floating back up and disappearing.
I quickly turned everything off, and then climbed back into bed, before long I was asleep again. I suddenly heard a voice and turned around, and there she was a vision of loveliness.
”Hi, is Abby your name?” I said, looking into those gorgeous eyes.
”Yes, and you are Paul. I have made you my soul mate,” she replied.
”Are you real?” I asked.
She laughed at that, her laugh being infectious, for I laughed back.
”Yes, I’m real, I just exist in another reality,” she replied.
Up until now, our surroundings were dark within the dream, with nothing to see, but she waved her hand and changed that, for we were suddenly walking in a meadow.
”How do you do the things you do?” I said, sounding like a song I’d once heard.
”All the things you see are illusionary, even I am a projection of my real self,” she replied.
”But you do exist, in the flesh as it were?” I said, reaching out to touch her, and feeling her solid arm.
”Yes, only my projection is controlling everything around you, for I too am asleep at this moment, and if I woke up in reality, this would all vanish,” she said, explaining it all very clearly. 
”I see. What did you mean when you said that I was your soul mate?”
”When we have learned to manipulate our dreams we can choose a soul mate as a kind of reward, this reward is nearly always of a sexual nature, as we think about sex every bit as much as you,” she explained.
”But if you’re just a projection, then how could you have left your brooch in my reality?” I asked, thinking this will stump her.
”We found out a long time ago that when we enter your reality, whatever we bring with us becomes a part of that reality, but only while it is fresh in our minds,” she replied.
”So what you’re telling me is that as soon as you blank that memory out, the brooch would disappear?”
”Exactly,” she said, taking my hand.
We walked for a while taking in the beauty that she had created, and then I spoke again.
”May I kiss you?” 
”Yes, you may.”
I drew her into my arms and kissed her softly on the lips, having to crouch a little. Her return kiss was more passionate, making me hard once again; I placed my hands onto her butt, squeezing slightly. She reached down taking hold of my cock, which made me realize I was now naked. She really did control everything in this reality. With her hand moving along my cock, she too suddenly appeared naked. Her body was a work of art, but I couldn’t help thinking how much was projection and how much was reality, was this how she looked, or how she would like to look? 
We found ourselves on the floor, our kiss becoming more heated, and then I felt the wall of her pussy, she was wet. I pushed my way in, and she gasped as my cock entered the tightest pussy I’d ever felt, and then I started to work it faster. My cock was feeling great as I felt every inch sinking into her love canal, her cries of pleasure turning me on even more. Her breasts were heaving, as her breathing seemed to get more pronounced. Then I felt myself coming; it was running down my thigh, once more, and I suddenly realized I’d awoken. 
Sitting up, I cleaned myself, and returned to sleep. She was still there waiting for my arrival, and we were both dressed again.
”That was incredible!” I said, taking her hand.
”I waited, for I knew that you would return, but I am about to wake up myself, as soon as that happens you will return to your own thoughts, and I will see you again tomorrow,” she said.
We walked for a while longer hand in hand, not saying anything, and then I was back, sitting up in bed, and looking forward to the next night.

Chapter 2

My first meeting with Abby was an unbelievable experience. Tonight I had gone to bed early, knowing that I hadn’t slept well in the past few days, mainly through waking up every half-hour with cum juice running down my thigh. Not that I was complaining you understand I just knew that if I had an uninterrupted sleep I would probably sleep for eight to ten hours.
Soon, I was asleep, and looking forward to finding out what was in store tonight. Suddenly I heard Abby’s voice, and I was in the meadow once more. Turning around, I found her running towards me with her hair flaring back, being caught in the wind. Her breasts were moving in a delightful manner, making me feel horny already.
”Hello Paul,” she said, as she approached me, “are you alright?”
I had to admire her imagination, for she wore a delightful little dress, which hugged all the right places. 
”Yes, I’m fine, and you?” 
”Oh, I feel great, full of life and raring to go, does that sound silly?” she said.
”No, not at all, life is too short as it is, so you should enjoy it while you can,” I replied, philosophically.
She smiled, and then grabbed my hand, and we ran down the meadow.
”I want to show you where I live,” she said.
We stopped in a glade, which was very peaceful, and then she waved her hand, more for theatrics rather than a need. As she did so, the surroundings changed. We were suddenly standing in a small village, which had a water-well in the center, and was currently very active.
”These are my people, they are all dreaming at the moment, so you will find they can all talk to you,” said Abby.
I had to wonder why they should be dreaming of working in their own village, and I was about to say the same when Abby told me.
”If you’re wondering why they’re dreaming of their own village, when they could be exploring other places, it’s because they are content with their lives, and do not feel they need to wander far,” she said.
I looked closely at my surroundings, I’d expected to find them technologically advanced, but I couldn’t even see streetlights. 
”Do you not have electricity here?” I asked.”
There is no need, we have the ability to keep it light in the village at all times,” she replied, dismissively.
”How…?” I enquired.
”There is always someone asleep in the village, and they dream its light, even for those that are awake,” she said.
”Doesn’t that become confusing, I mean how do you know who is asleep, and who is awake?”
”It used to be confusing, but now we dream of clothes we don’t possess, so when you see someone wearing that type of clothing, you know they’re dreaming,” she replied.
Simple yet efficient, I thought, following Abby into a building, I soon realized that dreaming was a way of life for these people.
”This is my home!” 
I looked around; it was a nice tidy place, large enough for one, and cozy, with a fireplace in the center. There were no doors however, just large alcoves, one being the kitchen and another being the bedroom. That’s where I spotted Abby taking her clothes off, I stood watching, and enjoying the show. She was lifting the dress up and over her head, revealing a perfect figure, a tiny waist with slender arms and a bust that defied her proportions, big and rounded with large nipples. 
My cock stood to attention the moment I saw them, she smiled as she walked over to embrace me. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed me; I placed my hands onto her slender waist, as our lips met. She then led me to the bed, but before we got on, she asked me a question.
”Have you got any sexual fantasies?”
I didn’t have to think very long about this one, for I’d only ever had one true fantasy.”
“I always wanted to have sex with two women at once, like every other hot blooded male on my planet,” I replied, with a laugh.
She smiled and raised her hand; and suddenly a double of her stood next to me. When your lucks in, it’s in, I thought. They were identical in every way; my cock was so solid I could have smashed bricks with it. I undressed in such haste, that I tore the shirt I was wearing, that’s when I realized just how complex these dreams really were. 
She could have made my imaginary clothes just disappear, but it felt more natural this way. We all got onto the bed, with me in the middle, and then their hands started to touch me all over. One of them immediately started to suck my hardened cock, while the other kissed me. I was in heaven, the feel of their bodies along with the smell and taste of their very being, couldn’t have been more real. 
I couldn’t help thinking that this was not going to last long, because normally whenever I ejaculated in my dreams, I would cum in reality and wake up. However, I seemed to be lasting a lot longer than normal, and started to wonder why? 
I could feel every touch of her tongue, both in my mouth and around my cock, and I was feeling the excitement associated with such erotic stimuli. However, I wasn’t coming, in fact, I fucked them both, twice, making them cum, and still I hadn’t cum myself. Now I would be the first to admit that I am no stud, so I knew there was something wrong.
”Why haven’t I cum yet Abby?” I suddenly asked.”
I have allowed you to enjoy all the pleasures associated with sex, but stopped you from coming, so that you can enjoy it for longer,” she told me.
I thought about that for all of one second, and then commenced in fucking them both for what seemed like hours. I’d always wanted to last a long time, but found that I nearly always got too excited too quickly. When we’d made love a number of times, I asked her if it was possible for me to travel here physically.
”Only the Dream Reaper could answer that question,” she said.
”The Dream Reaper? Who is that?” 
”He is the all-knowing all powerful Head of my people,” she replied, in a very serious voice.
”Can I see him?”
The next thing I know, we’re suddenly both dressed and standing in front of another building. Abby knocked, and upon hearing a voice say enter, she opened the door and led the way. This house was very different to Abby’s it was darker for a start with candles being the only light source, hundreds of them. We walked into what looked like a large hallway with pillars standing on both sides, running from one end to the other. There seated at the end was a small man, no bigger than Abby. He beckoned us forward, asking how he could be of service. Abby explained who I was, and then told him that I had a question.
”You may ask your question Paul,” he said.
”First, thank you for seeing me,” I said, feeling that I was in an important persons presence, “I would like to know, if it is possible for me to reach your plain of existence, in my true form, as opposed to my dream one?”
”It is, but for you to enter our realm, you would have to undergo the dream quest,” he said.
I turned to Abby with a look of an enquirer; she pulled me to one side.
”The dream quest, is a test of character, in order to ascertain whether or not the person going through it, is worthy of being accepted,” she explained.
”What does it involve exactly?” I said.
The Dream Reaper answered that question, when he stood up and came over to join us.
”There are three forms of Dream Questing, the first is that of bravery the second that of intelligence and a third which you may choose, but they must all relate in some way to your reasons for wanting this,” he said.
I thanked the Dream Reaper, and informed him that I would make my decision shortly, both Abby and I then returned to her abode in an instant to discuss this further.
”If you would have me Abby, I would like to try this,” I said, holding her hands.
”I would like you to be here for real, but there is a penalty for failing the quest,” she replied.
”And that is?” 
“I would never be able to contact you again, for the Dream Reaper would deem you unworthy,” she said, holding me.
This was something I hadn’t counted on, and something I couldn’t bear. I had feelings for this woman, which I’d never felt for any other. We held each other for a long time after that, making love a number of times. Then when she became aware that I was going to awaken naturally, she allowed me to cum. I awoke with my own cum juices running once more down my thigh, and sat up. I had a lot to think about, and knew that I would be seeing her again.

Chapter 3

I was on the verge of committing myself to the Dream Quest, a sort of right of ascension. Abbey had shown me her world, and I had shown her my desire to stay, but in order to do that I had to pass the Dream Quest. There was one snag however, if I failed the Quest, I would never see Abby again. 
Abby came to me in my dream again that night, and looked as lovely as ever.
”Have you made up your mind?” she asked.
”I’ve decided to go for it, but I need to know if I can have a quest on sex?” I replied.
”Yes you can, but be aware, the Dream Reaper will test you to the limit, only ending the quest when he is totally convinced that you are worthy,” she said, with concern in her voice.
I’d made up my mind; I wanted this with every fiber of my being, because for the first time in my life I’d found someone that I cared about. Abby waved her hand, and the meadow was replaced with the village, an impressive sight the more I saw it. We were soon in the presence of the Dream Reaper, who asked if I had come to a decision.
”I have,” I said, thinking of the best way to put this, “I would like the quest to be one of a sexual nature.”
My thinking for this had been simple, the Dream Reaper had told me, the reason I wanted the quest would somehow be involved in the quest and as Abby was the main reason, I felt sure that she would be involved in the sex part.
”What are your reasons for wanting this Quest?” He asked.
“I wish to spend the rest of my life with Abby, she is all I care about,” I replied.
”The Quest begins!” he said.
Suddenly I found myself in Abby’s house, and then horror, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. He’d changed me into a woman. I looked more closely; I was wearing a short dress, and had long dark hair, with a large bust. I placed my hand onto my left breast, this was unbelievable, it felt every bit as good as the real thing. Then I looked down pulling my dress up a little; I was wearing panties that felt very comfortable, I rubbed my finger over the area that most intrigued me. Then realized what it must be like for women everywhere, I felt a tingling in my crotch, followed by a longing to rub the clitoris.
Then I came to my senses and realized that I was now in the Quest, and wondering what my task would be. As if in way of an answer, a man appeared before me, and I realized in an instant what I would have to do. 
He never spoke; he just stood there looking me up and down. I wanted to ask where Abby was, but then I had a thought, I wondered if this man was indeed Abby. If it was, then I could do this. I just had to get the idea of making love to another man out of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against homosexuality, I just had no desires in that direction. 
The man in front of me started to move towards me, I braced myself thinking, 'this is Abby, the woman you love.' He started by kissing me on the cheek, and then working down to my neck, still not saying a word. Then his hands reached behind me unhooking my dress, and letting it fall to the floor. I was now almost naked, and thought that if I am to prove myself I’d better start to enjoy this. I tried to imagine what it must be like for a woman to undress a man, but of course, I couldn’t even begin to understand. Then I had an idea, why don’t I imagine it was a woman, at least that way I could act out what I would do in real life. 
Taking the plunge I placed my hands on either side of his face and gently pulled him towards me, we kissed for the first time. It wasn’t as bad as my imagination was portraying, and slowly but surely I got into the mood. He put a hand down my panties, making me jump back slightly. Then his finger touched my clit and I suddenly found myself wanting him to rub me there a bit more. Then his finger entered me, I wanted to push forward, but allowed him to take control. His finger was doing all right up until now. He kissed me again, and then his hands were around the back of my panties and pulling them down. He had to crouch in order to get them off, which meant his head was now level with my pussy. He applied pressure to my inner thighs opening my legs, and then he started to lick the area known as the vulva. 
I was getting to learn how a woman must feel when these things are done to her, it was a nice feeling, but it lacked something. Then he started to lick the clitoris vigorously, and a very pleasant feeling shot through my body. I placed both hands on the back of his head, pulling him gently into my mound. He started to dart in and out of my pussy, making me want to feel more, and then he stood up and undressed. This was it, I thought, if I can get past this I will surely pass the Quest. His muscular body didn’t do anything for me in fact it was making me wonder if I could go through with this. Then he removed his trousers revealing a large cock that was fully erect, strangely I could imagine what a woman must be thinking when she sees a sight like this. He then pulled me gently onto the bed, and laying me down he climbed on top pushing his cock up to the entrance. 
I knew at that moment that I was going to let him do this, and still believed that this was indeed Abby. Then his cock started to enter me; my thoughts getting me worked up for nothing, because it felt quite pleasant. Once he’d slowly entered my pussy, his pace started to pick up. The juices were suddenly flowing. It was a delightful experience as he picked up speed, going faster and faster. I suddenly found myself opening my legs wider, wanting him to go as far as possible, and then it started, I was having an orgasm. Wow! So this is what an orgasm feels like, it’s no wonder a woman hates it when a man comes without satisfying her needs. I felt like thrusting upwards, a need for more building inside my vagina.
He plunged his cock in repeatedly and my orgasms were coming more frequently, and then I felt him coming, another experience that I’d often wondered how it felt. I could feel some of it running down my ass cheeks, but he hadn’t stopped fucking me, so that sensation was the furthest from my mind. Then he turned me around, and entered me from the back, as this was my favorite position in my natural form, I was more than curious as to how this might feel. I didn’t have to wait for long, his cock was soon making the juices flow once more only this time I could thrust back getting the maximum penetration. 
By now, I think I had successfully let myself go, for the orgasms were even more intense, and his treatment of my new pussy was gorgeous. Then it all ended, with me suddenly being dressed and standing in front of The Dream Reaper.
”You have braved that, which you most dread, and past the Quest,” he said, smiling at me.
Abby was behind me, and jumped into the air shouting, “yes,” as I turned to see her. All that remained now was for me to enter this realm in my physical form. However, there was something, I had to know.
”Was the partner you, disguised as a man Abby?”
”I cannot say, it’s against the rules,” she replied, with a mischievous smile on her face.
I’d past, so I didn’t care, but I would forever remember that experience. Shortly after that, Abby was explaining how I would be getting into her plain of existence. It meant sleep walking into the light that I had witnessed, the day before I’d met Abby. She would put the right suggestions into my mind, and I would follow her commands. I told her to let me have the next day back there, for there were some things I needed to do.
Soon, I’d informed all the people that mattered, that I was going on a long trip, and that they shouldn’t worry. Then stopping the mundane things like subscriptions to various magazines, and the utility charges, I packed a few personal belongings in my rucksack and placed it on my back. Soon after all that I was starting to get tired again so I retired to my bed for the last time. It all must have worked, for when I awoke I was standing next to Abby, who turned out to look just like her dream self. We kissed, and then holding hands she told me that there was so much to see and do…I couldn’t wait.

Chapter 4

I was flying, the air felt fresh and the view was spectacular, I wanted to stay up here forever. The feeling of freedom was incredible. However, Abby came into my dream, telling me to come back. I awoke to find Abby lying next to me, as she too started to awaken, and kiss me, as I held her tight. This was my second day in her realm, and I was so happy to be able to wake up next to such a gorgeous woman. 
”You are getting very good at this,” said Abby.
”It’s incredible, I feel like I’m there, but I know I’m asleep. I know your people take this for granted, but for me it’s like being hooked up to some sort of AR machine,” I said, feeling quite exhilarated.
”AR…machine? What’s that?”
”Oh, artificial reality, it makes you believe you’re somewhere you’re not, a bit like our dreams,” I replied.
”You need to practice some more, so close your eyes and breathe deeply, but slowly,” she said.
I breathed deeply, and before long I was back in my dream state, and there waiting for me was Abby. She was giving me pointers on how to achieve the things I’ve seen her do, like stopping someone from ejaculating, which always woke you up for real. She also told me that it was possible to cum without waking up, but that it was extremely hard.
”Why is that so hard to do?” I asked.
”Because the emotion is so intense, you tend to feel it running down your leg. In your mind it feels like you’ve done something naughty, triggering a wake up signal,” she replied.
”So what are you going to show me now?” I enquired.
”I think I’ll let you entertain me for a change and see what you come up with,” she said, wearing a smile.
The next thing she knew was that there were three naked Paul’s, all standing around her, with erect cocks. I’d wanted to try this the first day, but I also wanted to make sure I could do it right. There were suddenly three pairs of hands reaching for her body, all of one mind, to undress this gorgeous woman, and take her. We removed her dress, and then her panties and started to kiss her entire body. Our hands were trying to cover all of her erogenous zones, and finding her to be very responsive. 
She was kissing us all in turn, holding two cocks at a time. Then she got to her knees and started to suck their cocks, I went behind wanting to fuck her while at the same time I could watch her giving head. Her pussy was wet as I placed my hand between her legs, and then I got into position, and entered her. She moaned with her mouth full, and I knew this was turning her on, as I delved deeper into her pussy. Her cries of pleasure were the driving force for my thrusting to pick up the pace, I wanted to cum before the others, because I wanted to try to stay in the dream without waking up. 
My thrusts began to get more urgent, as she shouted out that she was coming, and when I could feel myself about to explode, I kept thinking about keeping within the dream. My cock started to jerk, and I could feel my seed about to enter her pussy. When it came I imagined it was easy to stay, and would not stir from my sleep. I exploded taking my cock out to see if I could do it, I pulled on it making another stream of my seed hit her back, and then another, still I hadn’t woken up. I looked down to find my alter egos were also coming, their seed covering her face. She took one in her mouth as he shot his load, while the other was sloppy and came all over her hair. My cock jerked wildly, and my next jet of cum spewed out of the end and then suddenly I was awake and feeling extremely damp. However, I’d lasted quite a while before waking up, which meant I was getting better…I turned to see Abby starting to wake.
”That was very nice,” she said, sitting up, “I was surprised you’d mastered that one so well.”
Just then, there was a knock on the front door, which Abby answered. It turned out to be a neighbor, bringing an invite for a dream party, which was being held later that night.
”What’s a dream party?” I asked.
”You can only go in your dream, and not in your physical form,” replied Abbey.
That sounded like fun, so we spent the rest of the day practicing, and then got ready for bed.
”Do we have to dress in this dream party?” I said.
”Yes, you have to behave like this is real, but you will know that it isn’t, I think they’re inviting us to welcome you into our community,” she replied.
Soon we were asleep and finding ourselves outside the house, we’d been invited too. We entered to find the party in full swing, with people dancing and drinking, and generally having a good time. It was completely normal; in that nobody was doing anything outrageous, people were dressed respectfully, and looked exactly as they would if you met them while awake. Then the host of this little shindig approached us.
”Hello Abby, this must be Paul?” she said, offering her hand.
After the introductions, we were told to mingle and enjoy ourselves. I couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable, as all the people there were total strangers to me. Then I recognized a face, it was the Dream Reaper, and he came over to say hello.
”Are you settling in all right young man?” he asked.
”Yes, I just don’t know anybody here, except for you and Abby,” I replied.
”Well, let me give you a tip, this is how they all believe you would act in reality, but if you want to liven up the party, they will all join in,” he said, pointing around the room.
”So, I could in theory turn this into an orgy, and they would all be happy with that?” I said, hoping that the answer was yes.
”Yes, but let me tell you a bit about these people, they’re sex mad, and I mean that literally, whatever you do here tonight governs how they perceive you in the future,” he replied.
Armed with that information, I thanked the Dream Reaper and went over to join Abby, who was now talking to several of her closest friends. Two of them were just as lovely as Abby, which I couldn’t help noticing.
”Paul, this is Contessa, Gabe, and Floay,” said Abby, pointing to one after the other.
I decided to waste no time in my experimentation, and looked straight at Contessa’s breasts.
”You have a very nice pair of breasts,” I said, wondering what kind of reaction I would get.
She suddenly removed her clothing in an instant, revealing a full-bodied and gorgeous pair of pink tipped breasts.
”Thank you,” she said, holding her bust up for all to see.
They really didn’t have any hang-ups here about the human body in fact it was turning out to be the opposite. If anything, they would flaunt their bodies at a drop of a hat. I then decided to make everyone in the room naked, which I might add livened up the party no end. The house was now full of naked young men and women, all of which were still dancing drinking and mingling as if nothing had happened. I bent down to whisper in Abby’s ear; she looked up saying yes please. I then placed my hands onto Contessa’s breasts, feeling how nice they were to touch. 
She then kissed me, making me want to kiss back, and soon we were in a passionate embrace, and falling to the floor. A crowd gathered around to watch, while some of the others started to pair up and copy us. Then I felt a mouth around my cock, looking down I saw it was Abby. Abby, had no intentions, of being left out. I was at this moment, sucking an erect nipple, which Contessa loved. With both of us on our sides and Abby sucking my cock, I got Contessa to move up, so that I could put my tongue into her pussy. Then suddenly someone decided to join in, and started to lick Abby’s pussy. 
It was as if we were making a train, all joining up on the floor licking and sucking each other’s genitals. Before long, there were thirty or more people all writhing on the floor. This went on for some time, until I decided that, I wanted to cum and when I did, they all did, it sounded like multiple orgasms being echoed throughout the house. Of course, I woke up on the bed, quickly cleaned myself up and then got back as soon as I had gone to sleep. They applauded my sexual showstopper, all of them wanted to talk to me at once, and that’s how the night wore on. By the time we left I’d made many friends, and been accepted into their community with open arms.
”Did you enjoy that?” asked Abby.
”I did, that sort of thing just couldn’t happen in my world, I would have gotten arrested,” I said, laughing.
We got back home in an instant and woke up. While we were sitting on the bed, we talked about our plans. More specifically, what we were going to do tomorrow. Having been asleep most of the night, Abby taught me a few more tricks.

Chapter 5

Abby woke me up with her mouth around my cock in the real world, which was making me extremely hard. I pulled the covers back that she’d slipped down to watch her perform, her little head bobbing up and down. I loved this way of being awoken, and lay there moaning with pleasure, her mouth engulfing my member with ease. Then her hand started to fondle my balls, making me jerk, a feeling of contentment passing over me as my seed blasted out the end of my cock. She sucked me dry, before coming back up the covers to give me a hug. 
”Morning,” she said.
”Good morning lover,” I replied, “what’s on the agenda today?”
”The Dream Reaper, wants to see everyone, apparently there’s some danger on the way,” she said, suddenly getting serious.
After getting something to eat, we ventured out to find the village buzzing with activity. We arrived at the Dream Reaper’s home to find a large crowd gathering around the front door. Then…the Reaper himself appeared putting his hands up to stop the commotion that was going on.
”Our neighbors have challenged us to a contest, if we win, we get their lands and govern their people, if we lose they get the same, so I have called you here to vote,” he said.
The crowd was once again talking amongst themselves, when the Reaper interrupted them once more.
”I feel the best way to do this, would be for all of you to vote on a piece of paper, and then hand them over to me, I will then tally the yes votes with the no votes and give you the result tomorrow,” he said, going back into his house.
I turned to Abby.
“What’s this contest about?” I asked.
“It’s a sex contest, we choose three representatives from our village, and they do the same, then we have to come up with the best sex dream we can,” Abby replied.
“Can anyone enter?
“No, we have to hold our own competition to pick the best three, it’s really a lot of fun,” she said, happy to be involved.
“I thought you said…there was danger!” I replied.
“Well there is, we’re in danger of losing, and being governed by someone we don’t like,” said Abby.
We walked home talking about the dream contest, which both of us intended to enter. In this world, dreams were almost a real event, in that you could participate just as you would in the real world, only here you could dream up just about any scenario. 
Once we got home, we set about making our vote, which Abby returned and then we decided to sit and think of how best to impress the judges for our own little contest. We had ideas soon and were looking forward to implementing them.
The next day we found the vote had gone in favor of our participation in this little endeavor. Then we were informed how the contest would be run here in our own village, starting from that day, you could visit whomever you liked in your dream. The Dream Reaper would monitor these dreams, then he would decide who gave the best performance, and the ten best would eventually be whittled down to just three. The three of course would then go on to challenge the neighboring village, but that would probably not be for a week or two.
That night was going to be special for everyone. Abby and I had to discuss whether to do something together, or go our separate ways. In the end, we decided to do our own thing, giving both of us a better chance of thinking up something good.
I already knew where I was going as I started to fall asleep. I had been shown how to get back to my own world and I intended to visit a certain Miss Taylor who was my old next-door neighbor. I had to check first that she was asleep, and as luck would have it, she was. Then I had to place a suggestion into her mind that all was well, and she would be having a very nice sleep. Once this was done, I entered her dream. I found it involved sex, which was a surprise to me, because Miss Taylor always came across as someone that was prim and proper, and not in the least bit active in the sex department. 
She had a lovely bust, one that I’d always admired from afar, and her figure belied her age, in fact, she looked like she was in her thirties as opposed to her forties. So there I was watching her dominate this weasel of a man, thinking how could such a lovely creature, want to dream up such a stupid looking male specimen.
I made him disappear, and then I put her at ease by telling her the doctor would see her next. Suddenly she was fully dressed and entering the doctor’s office, believing that she had now entered another dream. I sat behind the desk as she entered.
“Hello, Miss Taylor, please lie on the couch, and I will join you shortly,” I said, loving every moment of this.
She took her jacket off and placed it over the chair, revealing a white blouse and a skirt, and then she lay on the couch as ordered. I walked over, and for a while played it seriously.
“Now, I’m going to check you over for any lumps, so please don’t move,” I said, going into my act.
I slowly started to unfasten her blouse buttons, allowing each side to slip down revealing her large breasts as they heaved under her bra. I then told her to undo her bra, which she did, and then I removed it, placing it on the chair with her jacket. Her breasts were as magnificent as I thought they would be, full, and rounded with succulent nipples. I placed my hands onto her breasts, pressing gently, and moving around to cover them both, and her nipples became erect. That told me she was enjoying this dream. I then unzipped her skirt, and pulled it off. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties, but then I knew you could subconsciously participate in your dreams if the thought was strong enough. Her neatly shaved pubic hairs were a delight to behold, as I opened her legs to insert a dildo that I imagined into my hand.
She of course could not see this, and would assume it was a medical instrument. I pushed it in eliciting a delighted moan from her lips. Then rhythmically started to fuck her with it, she in turn started to writhe on the couch, her juices flowing freely as I stimulated her clitoris with my other hand. Once she had cum, I made the dildo disappear, and then told her to place her legs in the stirrups that had just appeared. She didn’t bat an eyelid, but just raised her legs placing them wide open on each stirrup, her pussy opened slightly as I got down and started to lick her clitoris. Again, she started to moan, her sweet nectar running onto my tongue, I licked and sucked her clitoris vigorously, making her cum once again. Then I told her to get ready for a new medical procedure, by bending over the couch. She did this without question; I placed my hands on either side of her inner thigh, gently forcing her legs apart. Then dropped my trousers, and directed my now hardened cock into her pussy, she squealed as my cock drove in. 
I informed her, this would show how well her juices were performing, which she accepted by opening her legs a little wider. My cock plunged ever on, making her cry out in ecstasy, her moans of pleasure the driving force that was all I needed. By the time she’d climaxed again, I turned her around to place one leg up onto the couch, and then bending slightly I re-entered her pussy. Holding her breasts, I carried on with my onslaught, the feelings were unbelievably real for me, and as I’d experienced what she was going through, real for her too. This position was a nice one; I could not only watch my own cock but I could also fondle her breasts at the same time, making it all a real turn on. Then the moment I had been looking forward too started to arrive, I was about to cum, but I’d practiced this part endlessly and hoped that I had it down by now. My cock exploded, and I took it out, coming over her pussy and thighs, and then again shooting up over her stomach. 
Still I hadn’t woken, another jet shot out making me moan but I never lost concentration, even managing to cum a fourth time. She reached down rubbing the cream into her body and then tasting it, I came again, thinking no that’s overkill. I was still there; I’d mastered one of the hardest things to accomplish in the Dream State. Looking at her cum covered body, I decided to continue, telling her that she should clean my cock up in case of infection. She got down to her knees, and started to give me a blowjob. I enabled her to take it all, just by imagining she could, my entire cock was going down her throat, her moaning again starting to turn me on. She was starting to slurp her tongue around my cock, which gave me an idea. I imagined her tongue was twice its length. Suddenly her tongue was wrapping itself around my cock, and giving me sensations I’d never felt before. 
It didn’t take long before I started to feel myself coming once more. I quickly got her tongue back to how it should be, and then started to cum. My first stream filled up her mouth, she swallowed it all, and then my second and third spurts landed on her face. She licked it up as best she could, and then stood up, saying your cock is now clean of any infection. I fucked her once more, wanting to leave her coming when she awoke, and then left.
I awoke on my own bed; with cum running down my thigh, well I thought, at least I can go as long as I want now, without having it spoilt by ejaculating. I turned my head to find Abby was still in her dream, so I decided to leave her alone. I cleaned myself up, and then decided to have a sleep. I wondered how I had done in the Dream Reaper’s eyes, and then got a little tired and thought that will have to wait until tomorrow.

Chapter 6

I’d just finished telling Paul about the rules of the contest, and we decided to go our own ways. The idea being, that one of us would stand a better chance if we weren’t being judged together.
The next village had given us a challenge, one that would mean losing the right to govern ourselves if we lost, but the reverse if we won. We first had to select three representatives, which would go on to challenge theirs. So in order to choose fairly, we were to hold our own contest, in an effort to pick the three worthiest contestants. Tonight was to be the start of that contest, so we lay in bed getting mentally prepared for what we had to do. 
My people have always had the ability to enter another’s dream and to interact within the dream. The Dream Reaper would be monitoring all the dreams that night and would choose the best ten the next day.
I fell asleep knowing what I intended to do, I had visited Paul’s world on a number of occasions, and found many good candidates for being my soul mate. However, I had settled on Paul, and did not regret it, but as I said there were others, I could have chosen. I went to one of them, first checking to make sure he was asleep, when I found he was I placed a hypnotic suggestion into his mind, which made him believe that he was safe and that no one would bother him. I entered his dream. 
He was dreaming of something called money I quickly realized it was to do with greed. Then I made him aware of my presence; I wore a short skirt that was just below the line of my bottom. I didn’t have any panties on, so when I bent over to pick a flower, he got an eyeful. My top was as tight as I could get it with a cleavage that was clearly visible. I walked past him, noting that he hadn’t taken his eyes off me the whole time. Being small but attractive, I elicited certain reactions from the people I did this too. They would usually try to talk to me, or they would just ogle, this one ogled. 
I decided to change the scene, wanting more scope for my imagination, so in the blink of an eye, we were in a library. He was looking for the books on a certain shelf, while I climbed a ladder that was next to him, reaching for a higher shelf, but not in the least bit interested in books. I still wore the same clothes, and caught him looking up; I heard his book fall to the floor. I squealed softly, getting a response from him.
“Are you alright?” he said.
“I’ve climbed up here, but am afraid of coming down,” I lied.
“Here, let me help,” he said, reaching for my butt.
I backed down slowly, knowing that he could see my pussy, and then I felt his warm hands gently touch the cheeks on either side. It was, the slowest descent in history, as his hands pushed my skirt up slightly. By the time my ass was near his face, he was mesmerized. Then I felt his tongue on my pussy; I grabbed the ladder, allowing him to pleasure me. 
He started unzipping the skirt and allowing it to fall to the floor, and then using both hands he gently pulled my pussy lips apart, and started to lick and suck in earnest. My grip on the ladder was very tight as he found my clitoris with his tongue, pushing it back and forth, sending delightful little shivers through my body. Then he inserted a finger at the same time, making me squeal once more, only this time with pleasure. I started to cum, concentrating on not waking up and spoiling the event. With my orgasm producing the love juices that were now, being lapped up by my dream partner. 
He stopped there, helping me all the way down, and then started to kiss me, while placing his hand up my top. I couldn’t wait; I allowed the top to disappear, revealing a large bust, which he started to fondle, whilst still kissing me as he unzipped his trousers. I put my hands down to help him off with his pants, and then got down onto my knees to take his cock into my mouth. He moaned aloud, which told me that he was enjoying this, I was taking it all down my throat, which in real life I couldn’t do. I think I was a little too good, for he started to cum, making me swallow before I was ready, but I managed to take it all. 
Then he picked me up, and asked me to stand on the first rung of the ladder, which I did. He then guided his cock into my wet pussy, and started to pound away, I was thrusting my butt out, feeling every single inch that passed my lips. He had a nice size cock, with a big bell end, that you could really feel whenever he came out. He really started to go fast at that point, making me once again grip the ladder tightly. My orgasms were coming back to back by now, and I thought this man had some staying power. In fact, by the time he did cum, I’d lost count of how many times I had. I could feel his juices running out of me as he pulled his cock out, and thought he came a little too much. Then I remembered that some people could affect their own dreams, if they truly believed they were capable of something in real life. 
I got off the ladder and my hands were tingling from the grip I’d maintained. I turned around, and jumped onto him, placing my hands around his neck and guiding his cock back in. I then gave him the strength to hold me in this position, leaving him feeling as if he was doing all the work. His cock remained hard, as he picked me up and put me down, sliding his cock in and out with each movement. I kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth, he reciprocated, and our tongues intertwined. His treatment of my pussy never slowed down, as this extremely nice position was being held. I even managed to go up and down myself, getting the fullest penetration possible. I was coming all too soon, but knew that his imagination would carry me through to several more orgasms, before this encounter was over. I was right he made me cum numerous times before coming himself. When I felt him coming, I got off and placed it inside my mouth, wanting him to enjoy his last ejaculation before he woke up. Once again his cum was on the large side, as he filled my mouth, and then took it out to cum on my face. I then decided to wake up, knowing that as soon as my influence was gone he would wake up with wet sheets.
I woke up on my own bed, my pussy still feeling damp to the touch and looked over to see Paul was still asleep, and decided not to bother him, just in case he was still in his dream. I started to close my eyes wondering how the Dream Reaper rated my dream.

Chapter 7

We all stood outside the Dream Reaper’s home, talking about the contest. Abby was telling me all about her dream. I was just about to tell her mine, when the Reaper appeared at his front door. 
“I have now picked the top ten dreamers, for last night’s little contest,” he said, pinning the results to his door.
We all crowded around, looking for our names on the sheet of paper, wondering if we’d made it into the top ten. 
We heard someone calling out the ten winners, and both Abby and I had made it through to the second round.
“The ten finalists have the rest of the day in which to dream, I will choose the best three in the morning,” said the Dream Reaper, before going back into his home.
Being quite pleased with ourselves, we walked home discussing our plans for the nights little adventure. Once again, we decided to go our own ways, and spent the rest of the day talking and thinking about what we would do. Once we started to feel tired, we retired to bed, wishing each other good luck.
I’d decided on whom to visit long before I fell asleep, there was a certain young woman who lived a block or two away from my old apartment. She was in her final year at college, and used to tease all the men that I knew. Of course, first I had to check if she was sleeping, and once I found she was, I entered her dream. I found myself in a classroom, and she was sitting near the front, with her long legs and short skirt clearly visible.
’Why, should she be dreaming of this scene?’ I thought, as I watched her positioning her legs in such a way, that the teacher should be getting quite a view. Then looking into her eyes, I realized she had a crush on him, this gave me an idea. I was suddenly the teacher. Being able to control any part of the dream, this was easy. I also created the sound of the school bell, which signaled the end of the lesson.
Her dream included her schoolmates, so I had to clear the room somehow, and although I could just imagine them away, it felt more realistic this way. As they all started to get their things together, I asked that Mary stay behind. Once everyone else had left, I asked her to tell me where she bought her skirt.
“Oh, do you like it?” she said, pulling the hem up slightly to make me feel the material.
I touched the cloth, and then placed it down, deliberately touching her thigh very gently.
“Yes, it’s a nice skirt,” I said, playing into her dream, “but I like your panties much more.”
She lifted her skirt again, showing me her white panties.
“Would you like to touch them?” she said, clearly loving this attention.
I reached down, rubbing my hand over them, just above her womanhood; she sighed, pushing her hips forward slightly. Then she ran her hand over the front of my trousers, pretending to feel the material as her fingers brushed my now hardened cock.
“Your trousers are nice as well,” she said, keeping her hand there, longer than she need too.
By now, these games were getting me hot, so I decided to take it to the next stage.
“Sit on my desk, I want to check your panties out,” I said, cutting to the chase.
This seemed to fit in her dream, for she jumped up onto the desk smiling. I opened her legs slightly, and then I pulled her skirt up revealing her panties once more. I could just see a wet patch, which told me she was enjoying this dream. I placed a hand on the hem of the material, running my fingers along until I touched her pussy with the back of my hand. Her legs seemed to open a little further, and yet I hadn’t felt any pubic hairs. I decided to go for gold, and in one swift movement, I removed them. She sat there with her legs opened, and revealing a shaved pussy. I touched her inner lips with one finger, eliciting a gasp from her mouth, and then I pushed a finger into her sweet pussy, making her put her arms back on the desk and thrusting her hips forward.
“Take your top off,” I said, going deeper with my finger.
She sat up. Unfastening the buttons on her blouse, she then discarded it. Her bra barely holding the breasts that heaved below, she then unclipped it from the front, making each side suddenly spring open, freeing her bust. She had gorgeous breasts, which jiggled about as she got her hands back behind her. I then leaned forward, and started to lick her pussy.
Her legs were now as wide as she could get them, and her hips were moving up and down slightly in an effort to meet my tongue. The sight of this little minx, sitting completely naked on the desk, was enough to make any man hard, but my boner was begging to be released. I stood up, and started to undo my trousers, she watched as they fell to the floor, revealing my large cock. I had forgone the inclusion of underwear, as my cock was bursting to get into her tight little pussy.
Holding her legs, and pulling her to the edge of the desk, I placed my cock at the entrance to my goal. She felt the hardness touch the outer wall and licked her lips in anticipation of my entry. I pushed; feeling the give as my cock started to slide in, her back arched as my cock travelled all the way. Then I started to rock back and forth slowly, making her start to moan aloud.
“Oh, fuck me hard, please,” she begged.
I started to go faster, my cock going as far as it could in this position.
“Ah...yes...faster?” she muttered.
I pulled her legs up a bit more, and thrust in and out as fast as I could, her screams of more, filling the room. I could feel her juices, as if this was really happening, the belief of the event sometimes feeling more intense than the real thing.
“I’m coming, oh...yes...don’t stop,” she shouted.
I did not intend to do so, as her climax reached its peak. I then reached for her left breast, and started to pinch her nipple, her first orgasm making her nipples erect. Then grabbing her hands I pulled her off the desk, and turned her around, she knew exactly what I wanted. After spreading her legs, she leaned over the desk.
“Fuck me again,” she said, with urgency in her voice.
I re-entered her pussy, and started to pound away yet again, her breasts drooping slightly as they rocked back and forth. This had always been my favorite position, mainly because you could get more penetration, but partly because you could see the nice rounded ass in front of you. I opened her cheeks with both hands, in an effort to get that little bit deeper, and her screams of pleasure started up again.
“Oh, yes, you’re so big,” she said, gripping the other side of the desk.
I looked down to watch, as my cock kept disappearing into her pussy, the feel of her tight cunt whenever I entered getting me worked up. Then I could feel the imminent sign of ejaculation, as my cock started to throb. Having practiced at not waking, whenever I came, I was ready as the first stream of cum shot out the end. She must have felt it, for she turned around, getting down on her knees to take the second load in her mouth. It hit the back of her throat as she engulfed my length, then a third load came making me almost lose concentration. My seed started to seep out the corners of her mouth, as she tried to swallow as much as she could. I stopped coming after the fourth time, not wanting to spoil it, cum was running down her chin, as she continued to suck my cock dry.
I picked her up running fingers over her chin, in order to clean her up a bit. She suddenly grabbed hold of my hand and sucked my fingers dry. I decided to leave the dream at that point, knowing that she would wake up, just as I would with a damp patch between our legs.
I cleaned myself up, and then decided to just sleep, as Abby was still in her dream-link, I once again wondered how the Dream Reaper rated my dream.

Chapter 8

I was very excited, when I learnt that both Paul and I had gotten through to the top ten finalists. We were trying to get three people from our own village to go on, to challenge our neighboring village, for the right to govern them both. As this involved dream linking with unsuspecting people, the Dream Reaper, who then had the task of picking the best, had monitored us. He would also be choosing the three finalists, from tonight’s fun and games. 
Paul had given me a couple of ideas, one of which I thought sounded like fun, so after talking about it, for the best part of the day, we retired to bed. Once asleep, I returned to Paul’s home world, and located someone who I would like to interact. I found someone very easily, and entered his dream. He was dreaming of winning a race, so I changed it into a gym scene, Paul had told me it would be a good place to go. Having never heard of a gym, I first had to make the subject, think of one, and then we were in. He found himself lifting weights with me watching. I was wearing my usual short skirt, short and a tight top, urging him to lift more. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so when I stood slightly behind his head, he could see everything. I told him he was very strong, as he stared upward not paying attention to the weights in the slightest.
Then I strolled over to where there were two rings attached to two ropes, being small built I couldn’t quite reach them. 
“Can you help me reach these rings?” I said, pointing up.
He placed the weights back down, and after standing up he came over, he grabbed my waist from behind and lifted me up. I gripped the rings, my butt hanging at just his head height, I then planted a suggestion into his mind; he placed both hands between my thighs from around the front and opened my legs. He then started to lick and suck my pussy, making me grip the rings harder. My legs were over his shoulders at this point, so he wouldn’t have needed to exert much effort in the real world for this, as they were taking most of my weight. He licked furiously, as I continued to hold onto the rings, my juices starting to flow onto his tongue. He kept pushing my clitoris in, swiping it with the tip of his tongue. This was driving me crazy; I could feel my climax already starting to build. Then I spotted a piece of equipment that looked ideal for sex, it looked like a ladder, but a very wide one, and it was sticking out from the wall.
Changing the scene, I stood with my legs open gripping hold of these bars, but bending down slightly. He got the message and guided his cock to the entrance, I started to be pushed forward, and then he was in me, making me gasp at the suddenness of it. Then slowly, he started to slide it in and out, picking up speed. Before long, his body was pushing me forward with each new thrust. My first orgasm started to build and he was going at it like an animal, which made me wonder if he got any, in the real world.
When I started to cum, he seemed to go faster, as if he was, about to let go and sure enough he came. He pumped it into me, but continued to thrust his cock in and out. I came again feeling the juices running down my leg. 
Then he stopped and picked me up across his arms and carried me to another piece of equipment. This time it was a large flat sheet which was held up with springs, I read the words on the side, ‘trampoline.’ He placed me on top, and then climbed on himself, after which, he lay on top and re-entered me. At first, I couldn’t see the attraction for this piece of equipment, until he started to speed up. Suddenly he got into a rhythm that had me bouncing down, while he stayed up, leaving his cock to greet my pussy whenever I came back up again. His arms were doing most of the work, making the trampoline move up and down. As the motion got quicker I really started to like the sensations it was giving me, and already I felt like I was going to cum again. Only this time he beat me to it, coming inside me, I felt the first burst, as he was on the downward thrust at the time. Then I started to climax, my juices intermingling with his, making me feel very wet.
He pulled out after that, rolling off as the springing motion starting to subside, I turned over and started to suck his cock. He was soon hard again, though in real life I doubted he could have done it so quickly. I’d learnt while dream linking that some people believed they could accomplish things, which in the real world they could not. This tended to transfer itself into the Dream State, which worked out well most of the time.
I then climbed on top of him, placing his cock at the entrance, I sat down, and then copied what he had done, only instead of arms I used knees, I started to bounce him up and down. I had to sit forward a little to achieve the same results, but it worked perfectly. He loved this position, as his cock started to punish my pussy once again. Then I had an idea, I imagined the rings over my head, but within arm’s reach, and then gripping hold of them, I pulled myself up a little, working the trampoline with my feet, or rather the insides of my feet. The penetration felt a lot better, as he continued to bounce up and down, my juices were really flowing again, reminding me to thank Paul for his idea of a gym. 
This time we came together, and I quickly left soon after, knowing that his sheets would be soaked when he awoke in the real world. I awoke in my own land, with Paul fast asleep next to me, thinking ‘I can’t wait to hear the results tomorrow.’

Chapter 9

We heard someone shouting outside, that the Dream Reaper had posted the results on his front door. Abby and I couldn’t wait to see if either one of us had been chosen as we walked to the Reaper’s home. By the time we got there, a large crowd had gathered, and then someone started to read the results aloud. 
“The winners are, Jade, Conrad, and Paul,” he said.
“Yes, you did it Paul,” shouted Abby clearly excited for me.
“But you didn’t,” I said, feeling bad for her.
“That’s all right, I’m probably not the right candidate anyway,” she replied, smiling.
“That’s not true,” said a voice from behind us.
We turned to find the Dream Reaper; he’d sneaked out the back, knowing that there was always some disgruntled person, who didn’t agree with the result.
“You would, in point of fact have been my fourth choice, but as I could only pick three, I had to go with who I felt was the best,” he explained.
Abby kissed his cheek, thanking him for being so sweet.
“So, what’s going to happen now?” I asked.
“Now we wait for our rivals result, and then the real contest will begin,” he replied, winking at Abbey.
We spent most of that day celebrating the result with the other finalists so by the time we got home we were both tired. Abby suggested that I practice dream linking some more, as the result of the other village would be here tomorrow. 
When I did fall asleep I headed back to my own world, for knowing how the people behaved made it feel more comfortable somehow. Once there I decided to look for a perfect stranger, not knowing what to expect would make it that little bit more interesting. I first tried several homes where I used to live, but finding no one of note, I decided to try the local college for girls. There was an abundant amount of nice looking women here, so I chose one and entered her dream.
She was dreaming about her dog Sheba, while studying a book, probably revision, which told me she had some anxieties about her exams. I decided to turn this to her favor by changing the scene and making her feel more at ease. We were now in the Dean’s Office; I was the dean, while she sat on the opposite side of the table.
She accepted this part of her dream without question, and asked why I wished to see her.
“I want to congratulate you on passing all your exams, and before you leave this college, I would like to give you something special,” I said, making it up as I went along.
I’d imagined her in a short skirt and cotton socks, with a tight top that showed her cleavage, I then asked her to join me round my side of the desk, so that I might measure her, for the degree giving ceremony coming up shortly. I explained that she would be receiving a gown that had to be just right, she accepted this without question yet again, and then stood next to me. A tape measure appeared in my hand, so I bent down holding the end near her feet then slowly came up, running my hand along her leg. When I reached the top of her thigh, I looked up to find she had her eyes closed. I then lightly brushed her mound through her panties. She let out a sigh, and then I asked her to remove her panties, because they were getting in the way. She removed them without question, and then stood back up; I put the tape right up to her sweet pussy. She gasped as my fingers touched her womanhood, giving the fact away that she was starting to get very aroused by all this.
I then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and continued as if nothing had happened up to her breasts. 
“Do you wear a padded bra?” I asked, knowing that she didn’t.
“No, sir I don’t,” she replied.
“Oh, come now my dear, you can be honest with me,” I said.
“I don’t sir honest, look I’ll show you,” she replied, taking her top off.
She wore no bra, as her breasts bobbed about, from the sudden lack of tightness around them. I placed the tape over her nipples, taking in her now complete nudity, and then asked her to sit on my desk. She did this, and I stood between her legs opening them wider. I suddenly decided enough was enough, and knelt down between her legs and started to lick her open pussy lips.
She moaned softly, placing her hands behind her and leaning back, I decided to make my tongue longer, and started to pleasure her with it. She started to cry out, that she’d never felt anything so wonderful. My tongue was going deeper with each thrust, so I decided to make it a little thicker too.
“Please, I,” she paused, “please, I’m going to cum,” she finished, pushing her hips forward.
I plunged in harder and faster with my tongue, her writhing about just turning me on even more.
“Oh...God...I’m coming, yes...yes...Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she screamed.
I could taste her cum juice, as it ran onto my tongue, her frenzied movements making me aware that she was having the best orgasm of her life, even if she was asleep. Once I was sure she’d finished her first orgasm, I made my tongue normal once more, and then stood up and removed my trousers. When she reopened her eyes after coming down from her last experience, she saw my hardened cock, mere inches away from her pussy.
“Fuck me please, fuck me hard,” she urged, getting to the edge of the desk.
I placed my cock at the entrance and then pushed forward she gasped at the size of the cock now entering her already moist pussy, and that was a real turn on for me.
“Fucking hell, you’re so big, my God…fuck me faster...faster,” she pleaded.
I started to go as fast as possible, her juices positively pouring out of her pussy, as the onslaught continued. She had her hands behind her on the desk, so with a bit of leverage she pushed her hips up to meet my thrusts. Her screams of sheer delight filling the room, I started to feel the first signs of ejaculation, as she once again shouted that she was going to cum. Then we both came, mine mixing with her own. I couldn’t believe how large my first burst was. I threw my head back, with sheer pleasure, and then once again, as I continued to pound her climaxing pussy. She pushed her hips up to meet me one more time, and then collapsed onto the desk, a look of euphoria passing over her face.
I pulled my cock out slowly, making her squeal as the end popped out, her nipples looked rock hard as she lay totally exhausted on the desk. I bent down pushing her erect clitoris with my tongue, making her squeal once again, her legs closing in a sign that she couldn’t take anymore. I stopped there, knowing that she had thoroughly enjoyed that dream, and knowing that she would wake feeling great.
Next thing I know is I’m waking up myself, my sheets soaked with my own cum juices, but thinking it was worth it. I looked over to find Abby fast asleep, so I decided to join her, by going to sleep myself.

Chapter 10

I leaned over to kiss Abby on the cheek, as she started to wake up, her eyes opened and she started to smile. 
“Morning,” she said, sitting up.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?” I asked, cuddling up to her cute little body.
“Yes, very well,” she replied, holding me tighter.
We started to talk, about the upcoming contest, I wondered how it would all end and then we heard the village bell being sounded. I’d been told that the bell was only heard when, either there was an emergency, or we had visitors from outside the village. As we were expecting the three other contestants, from our neighboring village, we rightly assumed that they had arrived. For when we’d gotten dressed and left the house, we found them being greeted by the whole village.
I couldn’t help admire their sportsmanship, as they greeted these people, for anyone of them might be responsible for changing how our village was governed. Only one person could win this contest, with no such thing as second or third. Soon they had been greeted by just about everyone, and then they introduced themselves.
“My name is Candra, these are my companions Flic and Rone,” said a very pretty woman, pointing to her fellow contestants.
At that point, The Dream Reaper appeared on the scene, and the crowd of people made a gap in order that he might get through.
“I would like to declare this contest officially started, all the dreams from the finalists will be monitored, and fed back to who-ever wishes to watch,” he said, surprising me.
“He can project his thoughts into other people’s minds?” I said, not quite believing it.
“Yes, he is one of the best Dream Reapers alive today, that is why the contest is being held in our village, because nobody disputes it,” answered Abby.
“Tell me Abby, how long we have to accomplish our dream links?” I asked.
“As long as it takes, there are no set rules to when you do it, except that you are expected to achieve your dream link within a week,” she said, “but a week is plenty of time,” she added.
We spent the day talking and getting to know our rivals, although by the end of the day we considered them friends. When we did all go our separate ways, I decided I would allow the Dream Reaper to show me the first effort before I dreamt mine. By the time we got to bed, we were very tired so went straight to sleep.
I started to have a dream of my own, and then it was suddenly changed, I was witnessing the first dream link.

Flic’s Dream Link…

Flic was on his way to his dream link; he too had discovered the pleasures of my world for the scene was easily recognizable. His dream started in a boarding school for young Ladies, as he looked for just the right person to join with in the dream link. Soon he’d found what he was looking for, a young woman who turned out to be the principal of this boarding school. He entered her dream, to find she was dreaming of lying in the sun on her stomach, trying to tan her body. Flic didn’t waste any time; he changed the scene, he was standing in the hall of the boarding school completely naked. She was locking up for the night, when she heard him crying. She was now dressed in a see through, and very short nightgown, with frilly knickers and no bra. She asked him what he was doing there, to which he replied, that he was lost, she seemed to accept this explanation, for she put her arms around him to comfort him.
She took him to her bedroom, where upon he commented on how attractive she was. She blushed, laying him down, and then noticed that his cock had grown, her nipples became erect as she watched his cock grow further. His imagination was making it grow to twelve inches in length before it stopped. She reached out with one hand grasping hold of this monster, and then placed the other between her legs. Pulling her frilly knickers to one side, she inserted a finger into her pussy, while the other hand started to slide up and down his shaft. You could see she didn’t believe what she was holding, but started to moan with pleasure. Flic had now stopped his little lost boy routine, and reached out his hand to take over from her own. His fingers probing her womanhood, while watching her handle his cock. She hadn’t taken her eyes off his enormous member when she bent down to lick his bell end. His hand no longer touching her pussy, he reached for her breasts through the nightgown. She slipped it over her head, her breasts bobbing up and down slightly, as she returned to licking this dream come true.
She tried to take it down her throat, but it was too large, so she contented herself with just half of it. He watched her mouth as it slid down his shaft, and then slid back just to repeat the procedure all over again. His hands were now massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples between two fingers, and getting a reaction from her full mouth. Holding his cum back, he continued to enjoy this assault on his cock, his expressions of joy clearly indicating how much he was enjoying this encounter.
Suddenly he decided to cum, as his large cock started to jerk in her mouth. She knew what was coming, for she used her hand to pump him dry, as the first gush of salty cream emptied into her mouth. It ran out the sides, as she continued to pump and suck, trying as hard as she could to swallow it all. He came again, his face showing the pleasure he was receiving, and as he came for the last time in her mouth, she was allowing it to run onto her tongue, the initial burst slowing down to a trickle.
She continued to clean him up, determined to keep him hard, and then standing she removed her frilly knickers, and climbed onto the bed, straddling his cock. Reaching around with one hand, she guided it into her very wet pussy, and feeling the end in just the right place she started to sit down. His cock bending slightly, until it only had one choice but to enter. She gasped as it started to go in working it slowly at first for fear that he might hurt her. Then when she was comfortable, she began to work it in a little faster, until she was sure it was completely in.
Her breasts jumped up and down, as her buttocks started to slap his upper thigh, making him moan. His cock was now going all the way, as she placed her hands onto his chest for better balance. He started to fondle her breasts again, being turned on by the movements they were performing before his eyes. Then she started to scream, her orgasms making her go faster, as the juices from her pussy started to run down to his scrotum.
He too started to cum; their cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room, as both of them came in unison. She started to slow down, clearly exhausted from the effort she had exerted and his cock still buried in her cum drenched pussy.
He stopped there, his dream ending and then I woke up, and found Abby had also awoken, I turned to ask her for an opinion.
“That was pretty good, don’t you think?” I said.
“Not bad, but you can beat him,” she replied, nudging my arm.
I smiled, thinking about how much fun this dream linking really was, and then lying back down, we returned to sleep.

Chapter 11

Abby and I were discussing Flic’s dream, as were most of the village. It had been quite good. Jade was there - she had enjoyed it too, and said that she would be dream linking tonight herself, so we knew who would be next. 
“Do you know where you’re going yet, Jade?” asked Abby.
“I do, but I’m not going to tell, I want it to be a surprise,” she replied.
We talked for some time and then the Dream Reaper interrupted us; he wanted to see me privately. I excused myself and then followed him to his home, when we got there; I was surprised to find he already had some guests.
“So this is Paul?” said the oldest looking one, amongst the three that stood when we entered.
“Hello, yes that’s me, and you are?” I said, holding my hand out.
“My associates and I are from the council of elders, we have legitimate reasons for enquiring, as to your right to be involved in this contest,” he said, solemnly.
I didn’t know what to say, I hadn’t thought my presence was a difficulty, or even heard anybody saying there were any objections.
“Because I wasn’t born here you mean?” I guessed.
“That would be one of our concerns.” 
Just then, the Dream Reaper interrupted.
“If I may, you all know that anyone of our people have a right to pick a soul mate of their choosing, and in accordance with that right, I allowed Paul here to cross over, once he had undergone a dream quest,” he said, authoritatively.
“His right to be here is not in question, just his right to participate in this contest,” was the reply.
“Let us be clear about all this, we feel Paul might not be up to dream linking, in the best possible tradition, and that, he unintentionally could be a disadvantage to the people of this village,” said the only woman there.
“If that is your main concern, then I think I have a solution,” replied the Reaper.
He went on to say that if Paul could prove himself a worthy dream linker, would they be satisfied with allowing him to continue. They all agreed, and then the Dream Reaper turned to me, asking if I wouldn’t mind being tested.
“I don’t mind, if that what it takes,” I said, feeling confident.
The Dream Reaper asked me to lie down which I did, and then with just a couple of words from him I was asleep. He later told me that all he had to do to make me sleep was place a suggestion in my mind that I felt very tired.
I decided my dream link should feel erotic, because I needed to impress these people, first of course I needed to find someone who was also asleep. I had also decided that my world would be the best place to go, simply because I needed to show I wasn’t restricted to their world.
I found what I was looking for quickly; I’d gone to a college dorm, knowing that there would be someone asleep. I knew that some of these girls studied all night, especially if they were not due for any lectures the next day. Sure enough, I found one, she was a delightful looking young woman, eighteen maybe nineteen years of age. 
I entered her dream, to find she was dreaming of being a doctor, I liked this sort of scenario; in fact I’d recently had a dream link along the same lines. Only, in that dream I had pretended to be the doctor. I watched for a while as she proceeded to go from one bed to another, miraculously curing her patients. She obviously felt that she could make a difference in the real world, and that was being played out in her dream.
I changed the scene slightly, as she suddenly became my student; I was asking her some questions on the human body.
“I am going to ask you several questions, by demonstrating on our own bodies,” I said, starting to unbutton her long white gown.
I removed her uniform, revealing just bra and panties, and then asking her to remove her bra I stood and watched. She unclipped it from behind allowing it fall to the floor, her breasts standing erect and firm.
“Now, what part of the breast is this?” I said, reaching out to touch the underside of her left breast.
Her nipples became erect as my hand lifted the weight of her tit; her lips opened slightly as a sigh could be heard escaping them.
“That is where the Areola is located,” she said, as I let it go.
“What about this?” I said, gently rubbing her nipple.
“A nipple,” she said, looking down and pushing her breast forward slightly.
I then put my hand down her panties, making her jump a little.
“What area is this?” I said.
“Labium-Majora otherwise known as the Vulva,” she said, pushing her hips onto my hand.
Then I removed my trousers, with my cock standing proud and erect, I took her hand placing it on the end of my dick.
“What part of a man’s penis is this?” I asked, starting to rock back and forth in her hand.
“A large bell end,” she said, not using the technical term, but staring down, fascinated at my cock rubbing her hand.
She suddenly got down on her knees and engulfed my cock, slurping the end around her tongue before letting it go down her throat. I watched as my cock disappeared, and then slowly reappeared, the feelings making me as hard as I was going to get. She then started to rub it with her hand at the same time, in affect jerking me off at the same time as giving me a blowjob.
Her breasts swinging slightly as she started to speed up, I bent over in order to cup her breasts with my hands. Her moans of enjoyment making me want to cum, but I held the feelings off, wanting to demonstrate that I could control these emotions. Grabbing hold of her arms gently, I pulled her to her feet, and then proceeded to remove her panties. Once this was done I turned her around bending her over the couch, and then with one hand holding my cock I guided it to the entrance of her pussy.
She must have been enjoying this dream, for she was very wet, as my cock was sliding in with ease. She gripped the opposite side of the couch moaning with the pleasure she was receiving, as I began to thrust my hips faster. Her moans became cries of joy, as this onslaught continued. I wanted to cum at this stage, knowing that I was able to avoid waking up, and hoping that I would prove to the elders I was more than worthy of being part of my villagers contest. 
I started to cum; the first load being spent deep inside her pussy, and then pulling my cock out I came over her buttocks and then her back. She turned around taking the next load in her mouth, I think at that stage I started to show off, for I came three more times, before thinking that maybe I’d better stop. Her face was covered in my salty cream, as she ran her fingers over her tongue, collecting it all up.
The Dream Reaper must have thought I’d done enough, for the next thing I knew I was waking up. I looked around the room, and found they were all waking up, which confirmed to me that they had witnessed everything.
“Well Paul, I think I speak for everyone here when I say, you have proved yourself worthy of dream linking,” said the oldest one there.
Looking at the others and seeing their affirmative nods of approval, I thanked them for allowing me the opportunity to demonstrate, and then begging their leave I returned to Abby.
I told Abby what had happened, and how I’d had to prove myself, and then we joined the others for drinks, looking forward to Jade’s dream link.

Chapter 12

Jade had informed us that she was going to dream link next, so as we lay in bed preparing to sleep, we knew whom we would be watching. 
I suddenly became aware of Jade heading towards her dream link the Dream Reaper was making this possible, by transmitting her dream through all those that wished to see it. She soon found the person she was looking for and thankfully, he was asleep, so after entering his dream she found he was dreaming of eating chocolate.
She changed the scene, making herself appear clothed in a short dress, that when looked at in a certain light could be seen through. Her long legs looked very sexy as a light breeze caught the hem of her dress, pushing it up slightly. He held a camera, telling her to pose for him, and she gave him a seductive look. Then she started to get into various positions, each one more suggestive than the last. Her breasts heaved beneath the thin material that the dress was made of.
He moved over to her side, placing his hands onto her hair, and then flicked it back in an effort to make it look wilder. He then unbuttoned the first of three buttons that were on the front of her dress. Her cleavage became more apparent, as she once again held several positions. Then unfastening the remaining buttons, Jade pulled her dress up and over her head, revealing a bust that was both large and rounded.
The camera started to click away, a bulge appearing inside his trousers, as he attempted to get her from all angles. She teased him by pulling her panties down slightly, just above her pubic hairline. His camera now working overtime to get as many photos as possible and then the action really started as Jade pulled her panties off. She then sat down and opened her legs, before inserting a finger slowly into her pussy.
He was kneeling, getting a close up of her cunt, as his camera continued to snap away. His cock was throbbing as she moved her finger in and around her pussy, tempting him to get a little closer. She placed a hand onto her breast pulling it up in order to lick her nipple, but not quite being able too. 
He got closer, not believing what he was seeing, and then she reached out rubbing his erect cock through his trousers. He closed his eyes, moaning with the pleasure her hand was giving his hardened cock. Then looking down he witnessed her unzipping his trousers and pulling out his erect penis, he clicked away on his camera, getting close ups of her handling his cock. Placing his camera onto the floor, he stood up and started to remove his clothes, first his shirt and then his trousers, followed closely by his underwear.
He stood in front of Jade, his cock throbbing for her attention, which he soon received as she placed her mouth over the end of his large dick. Her hand came up to cradle his scrotum, which made him jump slightly, as her tongue started to lick his bell end. His face giving away what he was feeling as she started to go further. He looked down to see his entire cock vanish inside her mouth, and then feeling the back of her throat. 
She began to work it faster, gently squeezing his balls at the same time and then feeling his imminent cum starting to make his cock jerk. She sucked it hard, as his cum spurted into her mouth with such a force, that some it shot back off her tongue and onto his cock. He came again a second later, moaning aloud with the sheer bliss he was feeling.
Jade cleaned him up swallowing all his seed, and then making sure, he stayed hard she sucked his member a little longer. Once she was sure, he would remain hard; she stood up and turned around, and then bent over. He positioned his cock at her entrance and then pushed it in. Her squeal of pleasure made him smile as he started to pump her pussy with deep strokes.
He held both sides of her butt, as he pummeled her dripping wet cunt, going faster and faster. With her cries of joy encouraging him on, he soon felt he was about to cum another load. When he did she could feel it running out and down her leg, and then he came again, and carried on. She too started to cum, her knees feeling weak as the climax began, but his firm grip on her buttocks prevented her from falling.
Once he’d finished coming, she turned around pulling him down to the floor, and then once on his back she squatted over his still hard cock, and guided it back to the gates of heaven. His cock entered easily as her moist pussy lips started to part, and then she started to ride him, her knees taking most of the strain as her buttocks rose and then fell, taking all of his cock into her pussy.
She placed her hands onto his chest for balance, and then went to work, going just as fast as he had done, in order that she would feel every inch of his magnificent cock. He had his eyes closed as she did all the work, the feel of her pussy surrounding his cock a delight to experience. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long, for he suddenly grabbed her ass, in an effort to help her lift off his cock just that little bit more. Then she started to moan aloud clearly experiencing a climax, as he too started to cum yet again.
They both came together, his sperm shooting into her pussy and mixing with her own juices and then she started to slow down, liking how it felt to feel his length deep inside her. Once they stopped, the dream ended, and both Abby and I woke up.
“I think that was better than Flic’s,” commented Abby, as we both became fully awake.
“I personally didn’t think there was anything in it, but I did enjoy it,” I replied.
We talked a while longer, wondering how the rest of the village would judge it, and then we went back to sleep, knowing that someone else would be entertaining us tomorrow.

Chapter 13

There we were, standing in the small market, with everyone eager to see my dream link. For some reason, they all thought that I was the favorite to win this little contest, although it probably wasn’t little to them. 
“I want to see the others first, because I want to know what I’m up against!” I said.
Some of them agreed with my tactics, while others thought I was scared, but Abby didn’t mind what I did, which was all mattered to me.
We talked a lot about Jade’s Dream link with nearly everybody agreeing it was the best one so far. Then Rone told us all that he intended to go next at any rate, so we all asked what he planned to do. 
I couldn’t help smile at the thought of all this, for not so long ago I would have been bored to death back on my own world, playing some computer game, or watching the TV. Now I was a central figure involved in a competition to keep the right to govern a village or two. 
It was getting late when Abby suggested that we return home, or we’d miss Rone’s dream link. Therefore, we got back quickly and then got ready for bed. I kissed Abby on the cheek saying good dreaming, and then we went to sleep.
Rone’s dream started soon afterward, with him entering a house and going up the stairs, turning left on the landing he went into the bedroom, there in front of him was a sweet looking young Lady. He entered her dream to find she was dreaming of baking a cake, and she was back at school. She was only wearing an apron, which seemed very odd, for everyone else was wearing his or her school uniforms. Rone must have liked this scenario, for he didn’t change the scene, and decided to become the teacher.
He came up behind her, seeing her exposed butt at the back, with the apron tied in a nice bow around her waist.
“What are you baking my dear?” he said, throwing himself into the part.
“A Carrot Cake, Sir,” she replied.
He put his arms around her pressing his hardened cock into her butt, and although he was fully dressed, she must have felt how big he was, for she pushed back, as he grabbed her hands that held the cream cone. Then he demonstrated how to squeeze the cream out, pressing her hands rather than the cone. He sneaked a peek down the front of her apron, as her breasts were pushing it out in front. His height giving him a good vantage point with which to do so, her breasts were nice and rounded, with a good cleavage, and looking down further he could just see the beginnings of pubic hair. His cock straining in his trousers as this hold continued, and then he deliberately squeezed some cream onto her legs.
“I’m sorry my dear, let me clean that off for you,” he said, bending down in front of her.
He touched her leg gently, sending a quiver of anticipation up through her body, and then wiping the cream off softly from her lower inner thigh; he sneaked a peek at her pussy. Her nicely trimmed hair glistened with a hint of moisture, making him want to touch her womanhood, but he stopped himself, clearly not wanting to rush this link.
He stood up wiping his hands on a cloth, and then felt a splash of cream down his trousers.
“Oh, I’m sorry sir, let me take that off,” she said, bending down in front of him.
She softly put her hand onto his hard cock steadying herself, as she removed the cream with her other hand. His cock twitched as she applied a little more pressure, the throbbing of his bell end an almost unbearable moment, as he desperately wanted to take her there and then.
She stood up having removed the cream, pushing his cock down a little before letting go. He continued to watch her, and then suggested that if she came to his office, they could discuss her culinary skills further. Picking up the cream, Rone led the way to his office and closed the door once inside.
He stared at her ass cheeks as she passed by him, and stopped near his desk. He crossed over to join her, the cream cone still in his hands, and then he turned her gently around.
“Here my dear, you won’t need your apron on in here,” he said, starting to untie the bow.
Her apron was then removed, leaving her completely naked, but she must have accepted this part of her dream, for she never batted an eyelid. Then Rone held the cream cone over her breasts, squeezing a little onto one of her nipples. He then bent forward and licked it off, with her nipple standing to attention as the tip of his tongue made contact.
Doing the same to her other nipple, he then sat her down on an arm-less chair, and opened her legs. Her cute pussy opening its entrance just a little, and then he squeezed some cream onto the hood of her clitoris, and proceeded to lick that off. Her clit was peeking out as his tongue went to work, she moaned quietly as his tongue continued to lick her clitoris, long after the cream had gone.
He then stood up directly in front of her; unfastening his trousers, and letting them fall to the floor. Before he could take his underwear off, she grabbed the cream and pulled down his briefs, all in one swift movement. His cock was now exposed, as she squeezed some cream onto the tip.
She leaned forward taking his cock into her mouth, his reaction clearly one of bliss, as her tongue rounded his bell end. Then she let it go further in, engulfing his large cock down her throat, and making him murmur cries of joy as she began to speed up. She then placed a hand around its base, jerking his cock in unison with her mouth.
He couldn’t take much of this treatment, for suddenly she was taking his own cream into her throat, with just a little escaping the corner of her mouth. He started to moan with pleasure as the second and third load of cum spewed out of the end, making her swallow faster in order that she didn’t miss a drop.
He then stopped her there, and picked her up off the chair, only to place her onto her back on the floor gently. Taking all his clothes off, he then placed her legs up and over her shoulders before bending over to insert his cock into her pussy. The penetration was immediate, as his cock went as far as humanly possible, she cried out how good that felt, and then he started, slowly at first, to thrust his cock in and out.
Her continued cries of pleasure, almost drowning out the moans of joy he was feeling. He started to speed his thrusts up, with the entire length being seen to disappear then reappear. Her juices making it easier as the onslaught continued, until she screamed that she was coming. He felt his cock about to explode, but wanted her to come to a climax first, so he held it back just long enough, as her orgasm poured onto his cock. He could hold it no longer; his cum bursting out the end with his second following close behind. She started to calm down once he slowed the pace, and then he straightened her up slowly. She got to her feet, and turned around begging him to fuck her again. He took her over to the back of the chair, and then re-entered from behind easily as her pussy was still soaked.
His cock still hard as he once again plunged into her budding flower, his hips going faster in this position, as he made her cum once more. Then the dream was over, and Abby and I were once again sitting up in bed talking about his performance.
“They seem to be getting better all the time,” Abby commented.
“I must admit, that one was quite erotic, the use of the cream, a particularly nice touch, it makes you wonder what’s next, doesn’t it?” I replied, smiling.
“Yes, it does,” she agreed.
We then went back to sleep, looking forward to the next one.

Chapter 14

Abby and I were the first to congratulate Rone the next morning on a dream link that we both enjoyed. As we talked, more and more people came over to express their congratulations on a dream that they thoroughly enjoyed. This all just seemed to pile the pressure on, as each new contestant seemed to beat the last. Again, I was asked several times if I was going to be next, but I said no. 
Then Conrad admitted that he was going next, taking the pressure off me slightly. When asked if he knew where he was going, he informed us all he would be visiting a police officer in her home. That sounded like fun, and I found myself looking forward to watching this one.
I was a fairly newcomer to all this, coming from another world that these people seemed to be able to come and go from at will. 
We had been invited to join The Dream Reaper today for lunch, so when that time was upon us, we made our excuses, and left the party of people that were still talking about last night’s dream link. Soon we were in the Reapers home sitting down to a very nice spread, which consisted of a fish that I didn’t recognize, which tasted delicious and vegetables that the white sauce gave a nice taste to. Then after lunch, he opened a bottle of wine, which went down a treat.
“Do you have any plans for where you’re going in your dream link?” he asked, more out of curiosity than a need to know.
“I have some idea, I also intend to be different to all the others but I would rather not say, or I’ll spoil the surprise,” I replied.
They agreed, and then wondered how Conrad’s dream would turnout; I confessed at that point that I was looking forward to finding out. We spent a pleasant day around the Dream Reapers home, talking mainly about the contest, but also the world I was now living in. By the time we left, it was getting late, so we wasted no time in getting home and going to bed.
Then the dream link started; with Conrad entering a nice looking house, which had a police officer’s hat lying on a phone table in the hallway. He proceeded up the stairs and located the woman in question, and then entered her dream.
She was dreaming of sex. She had a man handcuffed to a bed, and was teasing his cock with her tongue. Conrad must have decided to change the scene, for the next thing, we knew he was a police instructor, demonstrating how to use the handcuffs. She was the only other one there, wearing a short skirt that was riding well up her thigh, and a blouse that was threatening to burst open revealing her breasts.
“Now, I would like to show you the correct way of placing these cuffs onto your perpetrator,” he said, getting her to stand up and turn around.
He then took hold of one arm, bringing it round the back, and after placing one cuff over her wrist; he reached for her other arm, while still holding the first. Bringing her other arm around, he then finished the procedure by cuffing it. She now stood there with both hands securely fastened behind her.
He turned her around to face him, noticing her breasts heaving with excitement as he asked if she was comfortable.
“Yes Sir, but what if the perpetrator is naughty and tries to use his or her legs?” she asked. 
“Then we place ankle cuffs on, which would totally immobilize them,” he replied, getting the ankle cuffs out of a box.
She sat down, almost eager to try them out, he smiled bending down in front of her. He then grabbed her ankles gently and placed the cuffs around them both, before snapping them shut. She was now completely at his mercy, as he started to remove his clothing. He watched as her breathing became heavier, which in turn made her ample bust stretch her already struggling blouse to breaking point.
Once naked, his cock stood at an impressive ten inches long, making her lick her lips, and then bending down once more he started to undo her blouse buttons. The blouse came undone easily, showing a small bra that was nowhere near big enough for what it held. The clasp was located at the front, so with finger and thumb he pressed the stud, releasing her breasts. They fairly sprang out at him, as they became free from their restraint.
He cupped one making her moan, and then placed his tongue over an already erect nipple and started to lick and suck the end. While he was doing this, his hands had found the zip at the side of her skirt, and were pulling it down. Her moans of pleasure, making me wonder how she would react if he were actually fucking her. Having pulled the zip down, he then pulled her skirt off as far as it would go, and found he only had her panties to remove.
She felt both his hands, running over her pussy, as he reached down to push them down. Once they were with the skirt, he started to play with her pussy, first running a finger over her vulva, and then stroking the hood of her clitoris, forcing her clit to make an appearance. Then bending down he licked the clitoris vigorously, enticing a squeal from her mouth. Her hips bucked forward, wanting his tongue to enter her vagina, as he also started to squeeze her breasts at the same time.
Then he helped her to stand, making a ceiling harness appear behind her. Bending down he unlocked the cuffs around her ankles, and then removed the skirt and panties. Then he turned her around, making her aware of the harness; he then fitted the seat of the harness around her butt cheeks, and clipped the leg straps on. Next, he had to put the rest of the harness around her shoulders so that it would support her weight. Once all of this was done, he removed the cuff’s holding her wrists, which enabled her to hold onto the shoulder straps.
He then hoisted her up into the air at just the right height, locking the contraption in that position. He could now swing her about, and she was powerless to stop him, not that she would, for she was enjoying every moment of this. He gripped her butt, and then pulled her towards his waiting cock. Once he had it in position, he entered her now moist cunt. He plunged it in, making her cry out with joy, and then instead of moving his hips; he swung her back and forth impaling her on his cock, whenever she came back. Her cries of pleasure at this point were so loud nothing else could be heard. The sight of her pussy engulfing his cock was a big turn on, as this assault continued.
Then he stopped, and spun her around and down, her mouth immediately and hungrily closing over his huge cock. He once again began to swing her back and forth, with his cock travelling deeply inside her throat. He knew it wouldn’t be long now before he came, and as she reached down with one hand starting to jerk his cock off. He suddenly started to cum, she pulled it out allowing it to hit her face and tongue, and then put it back in to swallow whatever else was left.
By the time she’d finished he was still rock-hard, so he turned her back around and began to fuck her again. This time making sure, she came to a climax before stopping, his timing just a little off, as she climaxed a couple of minutes before him. He pumped his load deep inside her pussy, and then started to slow down.
The dream link then ended and we both woke up once more.
“We have got to try that ceiling harness out!” said an excited Abby.
“I agree, that looked like fun,” I replied, smiling.
We talked a lot about that one, clearly thinking that that would be hard to beat, and then we finally went back to sleep, looking forward to the next one.

Chapter 15

The villagers were very excited as we walked over to join them; they’d all been extremely impressed with Conrad’s dream link. We tended to agree, it had been very erotic and quite original. 
This time, before anyone asked who was next, Candra said she would be. They asked her questions, wanting the details but Candra was keeping a tight lip about it all, not wanting to spoil the fun.
Then someone realized that I would have to follow her, and couldn’t put it off anymore. The only thing I gave away, was that mine would be different to all those I had seen so far, that of course got them all speculating about what I was going to do.
I listened to their conversations, and thinking what I would have missed if Abby hadn’t chosen me, as her soul mate. 
The large group of people started to break up shortly after that, all looking forward to tonight’s show. Abby had told me she had a secret and that she would reveal it that day. Therefore, when the crowd had all but disbursed, I followed her to where she said I would find something of interest. She led me to a large metal plague, which was inscribed with the names of literally hundreds of people.
“What is this?” I asked, looking closer.
“It commemorates all the people that have lived in this village,” she replied.
“This is the secret!” I said, expecting something more.
“No silly, that’s the secret,” she replied, pointing to the inscription near the bottom of the plague.
I bent down to look at where she was pointing, and there as clear as daylight were my mother and fathers names, and alongside was my name at the age of two.
“How can this be?” I said, more to myself than to Abby.
“I don’t know, a friend pointed it out to me yesterday, so I thought I’d better tell you,” said Abby.
I’d never mentioned my parents before, because they’d died in a car accident a few years ago, and I didn’t like dredging up the past. However, this totally threw me; I had no idea they’d been here, ‘but in what capacity,’ I thought as we walked away. I decided to get this contest out of the way before looking into this further.
The day seemed to drag, but eventually we went to bed, and were soon watching Candra’s dream link. She had decided to go to my world as well, which didn’t surprise me. She was wearing the skimpiest outfit yet, her skirt was just below her buttock line, the way Abby likes to appear, and her tight top was so thin, you could clearly see her nipples poking through.
She entered a college for young men, looking through it for someone special, and then she found him. Upon entering his dream, she found he was dreaming of his father beating him with a belt. She quickly changed that scene, replacing it with a lecture hall, with him being the only pupil and her being the tutor. He clearly felt more comfortable with this dream for he visibly started to relax as his eyes stared at Candra’s gorgeous body.
Candra deliberately dropped some papers on the floor, and then bent down to retrieve them. Her skirt not able to conceal her panties, as she gave him a view he would not soon forget. The lecture was to be about the reproductive organs, of both the male and female bodies, a simple biological lesson. Candra had decided to take the first part seriously, knowing how arousing this would be to those observing it.
She asked the young man if he would volunteer to help her with her demonstration, to which he jumped at the chance, clearly getting involved in this dream. When he was standing next to her, she started to undo his trousers and pulled them down. Then she pulled his underwear down revealing a semi hard cock, dangling between his legs. Candra then grasped hold of his cock, bending down in front of him.
“Now, the male penis is easily enlarged when a person of the opposite sex, handles it in this way,” she said, jerking him off slowly, and watching his cock grow in her hands.
He looked down watching his cock being handled, overjoyed to be part of this demonstration.
“Then if we take it into the mouth, he will become very excited,” she said, putting her mouth over his cock.
He moaned as he felt her mouth surrounding his penis, and then pulled back slightly as his shaft hit the back of her throat. Her nipples were fully erect, and captured his eyes as he stared down at her breasts. She started to jerk him off, making him feel like coming all too soon, her lips still covering his bell end. Then he came, his cock jerking out of her mouth, and losing some of his cream onto her cheek. She quickly got it back into her mouth and swallowed the rest of his semen.
“That shows what can happen when you get really excited,” she said, standing back up.
Then she sat on the desk, asking him to point out the woman’s vagina; he stood between her legs his cock getting hard again, and gently parted them. Then slowly pulling down her panties, he revealed her pussy. She then asked him to show how he would make a woman climax. He started by rubbing her vulva, and then stroking the hood of her clitoris, and when she leaned back he pushed a finger deep into her pussy, making her moan with excitement.
After finger fucking her for a few minutes, he then bent down and started to lick her clit, using both hands to pull her pussy lips apart, he then inserted his tongue as deep as it would go, making her thrust up her hips to meet it. By now, his cock was rock solid, so she climbed off the table, and then turned around and leaned over. He didn’t need to be told what to do next, for she could suddenly feel his cock entering her pussy. She reached over to the other side of the desk, in order to hold herself steady.
His back and forth motion getting quicker and quicker, as she started to scream out with the pleasure he was giving her. Her juices making the inside of her legs extremely wet, as he continued. Then before he could cum, she let it out and turned around, quickly taking her top off and bending down. She placed his throbbing cock between her breasts, and started to tit fuck him. Her own juices made it slip easily between her breasts as she held them together. Then he came, the sperm hitting the underside of her chin, and falling back onto the top of her bust, with the second load finding its way into her mouth. His third was only a trickle, as she relaxed her breasts, and sucked him dry.
Then the dream was over and once again, we were waking up.
“I thought it was good, but not as good as Conrad’s,” said Abby.
“Yes, I agree,” I said, thinking that all I had to do now was give a reasonable dream link and we could win.
I was about to give them something they hadn’t as yet seen, because I’d practiced this secret of mine, after every dream link that week, and I was sure I’d gotten it down to an art. I had even informed the Dream Reaper that my dreams were not to be taken as the real event, as I was trying to perfect something special. He had told me that my dream linking would not be seen until I had informed him it was going to happen. We fell asleep soon after that, with me looking forward to the day ahead.

Chapter 16

The whole village was by now confident that we would win this contest, for as they greeted us on the morning after Candra’s dream link, they shouted out my name, placing a huge weight on my shoulders. I couldn’t fail them, if I did I wouldn’t be able to face them again, Abby tried to lift my spirits by nudging me, and saying ‘go get um tiger.’ I smiled knowing she meant well, but I couldn’t get the responsibility of this contest out of my mind. That was the price I paid for wanting to go last and now I wasn’t so sure it was such a good move. I was asked what my surprise would be, but I wouldn’t give anything away, telling them that they’d have to wait and see. 
Mine would be the last dream link, so I had to make it a good one. I’d been practicing something that nobody yet had tried, and hoped that it would impress them all. Not even Abby knew my secret, for I wanted to surprise her as well.
The day went by all too quickly and before I knew it, I was ready for bed, and hearing Abby say ‘good luck.’
Once asleep, I proceeded to find the right two houses, once there I entered one house to find the young Lady I was looking for. I entered her dream, to find her dreaming of lazing in the sun, with a cool drink in her hand. Then I tried my surprise, knowing that the whole village was watching me. I fixed her dream in a sort of pause mode or holding pattern, and then proceeded next door, once there I found the second young Lady and entered her dream, she was dreaming about horseback riding. 
I merged the two dreams together, still in control of the dreamer next door, and then changed the scene. I was now a salesperson, while they were both my next clients. The game began. They were both dressed in short skirts and tight tank tops, with figures that suited them both; I started my sales rep bit.
“These are our best sellers,” I said, taking out a pair of crotch-less knickers.
They reached out to touch them, both of them accepting this dream without any qualms.
“Um, very nice, can we try them on?” they said together.
“Yes, please let me help,” I replied.
I then got down on my knees, and slipped my fingers beneath the panties one of them was wearing and deliberately brushed her pussy with my fingers, and then pulled them down. She sighed deeply. She stood there looking down, her eyes watching every move I made, and then stepped out of her own panties, and revealed a nicely shaved pussy. I then slipped one then two feet through the crotch-less ones, and pulled them up, with her pussy clearly visible.
“Why crotch-less,” she said, innocently.
“It’s so that your partner can do this,” I said, rubbing a finger around her vulva.
She pushed her hips forward slightly, wanting me to go further, but I wanted to play first.
“Can I try them on?” the other one said.
“Of course you can madam,” I said, trying my hardest not to spoil the fun.
She started to remove her panties, while the one wearing the crotch-less pair removed hers. At that moment, I had both their panties off, and then being handed the crotch-less pair I slipped them on the other girl. Pulling them up I ran my fingers all the way up her legs and thigh, making sure I brushed past her pussy. She had a lovely trimmed triangle of pubic hair, with none covering her pussy lips. She grabbed my hand, placing it over her womanhood.
“Do the men, rub it here?” she asked, running my fingers through her pussy lips.
“No it’s more like this,” I said, inserting a finger deep into the moist hole.
She gasped, saying she would have a pair, and then I stopped and stood up.
“This next item is a negligee and is guaranteed to get your man hard, and excited,” I said, pulling one out of my bag.
I had thought this one up from an old memory, of seeing something similar in a dress window, but there, it was on a dummy. I held this skimpy looking and see through negligee up, and then asked if they would like to try one on. They both nodded, and started to undress. I produced another negligee from my bag. By the time I turned back, they were both naked, and reaching for a negligee. I couldn’t help but stare, as they both placed them over their heads, their breasts were standing tall, full, and erect.
Just looking at them both was enough to give you a boner, but standing there and seeing these two gorgeous women, wearing negligees that only just reached their pussies, and were completely see through, would make a lesser man lose his load.
“Do they suit us?” one of them said, giving a twirl, which made it possible to see her butt.
“Yes, they do, you look very sexy,” I replied, my cock twitching as I looked on.
“Is there anything else in that bag?” one of them asked.
“Nothing you would be interested with,” I said, “just some men’s underwear.”
“Oh, let’s see,” she replied.
I took them out, the shortest briefs I could imagine.
“I could try them on, if you like?” I said.
They both said yes, together.
I took my trousers down, and then before removing my own underwear I imagined my cock was two inches longer than it was. I pulled them down, revealing a huge cock, and then when I was about to put the brief’s on, one of them snatched it out of my hands.
“I’ll do it,” she said, bending down in front of me.
I put my feet through the openings, and she brought them up slowly, by the time she reached my cock it was rock solid, and standing proud. She gently pushed it back, holding it as she pulled the brief’s over. They of course couldn’t cover it all, as I stood there with two sets of eyes glued to my cock. 
“They don’t seem to fit,” the other one said, joining her friend who was now kneeling.
They both then started to remove them, once my cock was free, I felt a mouth covering the end, looking down I watched as they passed it to one another, my dick pulsing, as they attempted to take it down their throats. Their breasts, clearly visible through the negligees they still wore. The hardness of my cock was such, that I could feel every bit of their mouths and tongues, as they passed over my shaft.
Then I could feel the signs that I was about to cum; I’d practiced this quite a lot, for in the beginning I used to wake up in the real world, once I ejaculated in the Dream State. I allowed my seed to burst forth, going down the throat it was now in, and making her gag, she brought it out, as I came again on the face of the other one. Then she put it in her mouth, and again I came hitting the roof of her mouth, she swallowed my load while pumping it with her hands. Then she brought it out, with both of them catching the last explosive burst on their tongues as they put their heads together holding it in front of them.
They carried on sucking and licking me clean, and then stood up; one of them removed her negligee, and started to kiss me passionately. The other one still held my cock, but turned around, and then bending forward she guided it to her pussy, I pushed forward, not able to see, but quite able to feel. Her sudden gasp was all I needed to know it was in, and then I started to thrust forward, my cock burying itself deep within her wet pussy.
The kiss was getting hotter as our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths; I started to massage her breasts at the same time, her erect nipples feeling hard to the touch. Then while leaving one hand on her breast, and still kissing her, I placed the free hand between her legs, inserting a finger or two inside her pussy.
My thrusts had stopped now, for she was doing all the work, rocking back and forth, and making sure my entire length was going in. I could feel it hitting the inner wall of her pussy, as her moans became louder, knowing that she was close. I then started to push myself, and got faster, her screams clearly indicating I was doing the right thing.
Suddenly they changed places, and I was now fucking the one I’d been kissing, her moist pussy an easy hole to enter. I placed my hand down to finger fuck the one I had just serviced, to find her juices were still flowing strongly, which allowed me to insert several fingers.
Their moans of pleasure at this point were really starting to turn me on, as I could feel the moment was nearly upon us once again. When I did cum, I let them have both barrels if you know what I mean, my cum shot out deep inside her cunt. She pulled it out, and then turned around with her mouth wide open, the second load hitting both her tongue and cheek as she grabbed hold of it. They both then started to clean themselves and me up, making sure that not a single drop escaped.
I was then suddenly awake in the real world, and sat up in bed and could hear shouts and applause from around the village. Abby sat up next to me smiling and putting her arm around me.
“That was without doubt the best dream link I’ve ever witnessed,” she said, holding me tighter.
“Do you think so?” I said.
“Oh yes, if we don’t win this contest after that, then it’s rigged!” she replied, feeling very confident. 
I was delighted that she rated it so highly, and lay back down.
“How did you know, that you could control two dreamers?” asked Abby.
“Well, the thought occurred to me, that if the Dream Reaper could send a dream link to all those villagers, then surely it should be possible to dream link with two people, at the same time,” I replied, feeling tired.
We both went back to sleep shortly after that, looking forward to tomorrow.

Chapter 17

We turned the corner to the sound of cheers; all the villagers were in the square awaiting our arrival. They were positive that we’d won this contest, but the results hadn’t been given out. Therefore, we stood with them waiting for the Dream Reaper to make an appearance. We didn’t have to wait long, for two minutes after our arrival; he showed up, stepping up onto a podium that’d been erected. 
“First of all, congratulations to all those that took part in this contest, your dream links were of the highest quality,” he said, to another cheer by the crowd.
“Secondly, we have the results,” he said, being interrupted by the loud audience.
Then an old man, who I was informed was the Dream Reaper from the other village, took to the podium.
“I am pleased to be amongst such fine people as your selves, and having witnessed the dream links performed in this very village, am proud to announce, this village as the victor,” he said, the last word was almost drowned out by the applause and cheering that was going on.
We started to congratulate ourselves, with Abby and I hugging one another, and people slapping me on the back, and shaking my hands. Then we could see our own Dream Reaper trying to calm the crowd, with something else to say.
“It seems the other village had an ulterior motive for challenging us, Gerard here,” he said, pointing to the other Dream Reaper, “wants to retire and felt that whoever proved they were worthy, could be his successor.”
All eyes were suddenly on me, as the square went completely quiet, and then someone shouted, ‘go get um tiger,’ the crowd suddenly started to talk amongst themselves again. I turned to Abby, knowing that she shouted those words, to get me out of that embarrassing situation.
“Thanks Abby,” I said, “but why do they assume it will be me?” I asked.
“Well, for a start, you have done something they can’t do, so it naturally follows that you must be the logical choice,” she replied.
“But what if they’d won the contest?” I asked, feeling I had a valid point.
“I can answer that one,” we heard a voice say, behind us.
We turned to find the Dream Reaper, and Gerard, who had both given up trying to talk the crowd down.
“If our village had lost, Gerard here would have kept his position as Dream Reaper for another year, at which time we could then challenge them again,” he explained.
“Am I your choice, for being the new Dream Reaper?” I asked Gerard, bluntly.
“Yes, you are, young man, I haven’t seen talent like yours, since my young apprentice here took over this village,” he replied, pointing to our Reaper.
I had a lot to think about, when the crowd had started to go their separate ways, but I also had many questions for the Dream Reaper. Therefore, I excused myself from Abby and told her I wanted to see him alone. She said she’d see me back at home, and then walked off. I walked to the Reapers home, trying to formulate all the questions I had, but reaching it before I could think them through.
He opened the door, saying he’d expected me, and then asked what was on my mind.
“Did you know my mother and father?” I asked, being the first thing that came to mind.
“Your Grandfather was born here, and later his wife gave birth to your father, so yes, I did know your father,” he replied.
I was stunned, I had no idea, and they’d never so much as mentioned it, although I was only fourteen when they died.
“I don’t get it, why did my father leave here?” I asked next.
“Like you he found someone in another alternate reality, your old home, that he fell in love with, your mother, but unlike you she didn’t want to leave her home, so your father left his and joined her,” he replied.
“It wasn’t an accident that Abby found me, was it?” I said, suspecting some conspiracy.
“Actually no, I had told her that you and several others had a great deal of potential, but she had to choose herself, and she chose you,” he replied, making me feel happier.
“So what happens now, do I learn from you before going off to this other village, or will Gerard teach me what I need to know?” I asked, not sure where I was headed.
“I will gladly teach you what you need to know,” he said.
At that point, I accepted his offer, and returned home, Abby was waiting. She asked me what had been said, to which I told her, leaving out the fact that she had been guided to me. I told her our Reaper was going to teach me the ways of The Dream Reapers, and that we shouldn’t be leaving this village just yet.
We joined a few friends after that for a few drinks, and then returned home to sleep, I was feeling quite randy as I started to nod off, so I decided to visit someone I knew. Once I fell asleep, I found my way to my old street; and then looked in on the house of my old next-door neighbor. However, she wasn’t home, which meant she was either on holiday somewhere, or she was spending the night with her family.
I had to look in several houses before finding the perfect dream link, she had the cutest little nose, and lovely pouting lips. I entered her dream, to find she was dreaming of swimming, at first I just watched, and eventually she got out of the pool. She was a tall, slim built young woman, with a nice bust. Not too big or small, and with long shapely legs, her hair was blonde, and the costume she wore was a one piece.
I decided to change the scene, to that of a clothes shop, only for a change I made myself the customer, and she was the proprietor.
Walking up to her counter, I asked if she could show me some swimming trunks, to which she said yes, and asked me to follow her. We walked over to a stand, where there were a dozen different looking swimming trunks.
“What size sir?” she asked, fully involved in this dream.
“I don’t know,” I answered, which wasn’t a lie, “but I don’t think any of them would fit me.”
“Why not sir?” she replied.
Well, I have a very large cock, that they wouldn’t cover,” I said.
She suddenly became intrigued, grabbing a pair, and then asking me to follow her once more. She took me over to the changing rooms, and asked me to remove my trousers, which I did. Then once again, I imagined my cock was bigger than it really was, and removed my underwear.
“Oh my, you are big aren’t you?” she said, bending down to place my feet inside the new swimming briefs.
When she brought them up my legs, my cock brushed against her shoulder, making it that little bit harder. She tried to place my cock in the shorts, but they were too small, with my cock sticking out the top.
“Well, I wonder if they would fit, if you weren’t hard?” she said, taking the shorts back off, and then starting to jerk my cock with both hands.
I looked down, watching her slide my cock gently but firmly between her hands, and then for added excitement she started to lick the end as well. My cock throbbed as this treatment continued, her tongue darting out to brush my bell end. She never sucked, but the feel of her tongue working on the end of my cock, while her hands skillfully passed over the length, was really turning me on.
Then she started to go faster, my cock feeling like it was about to explode, until Wham, it hit the end, the first stream hitting her tongue as she continued to jerk it dry, and then the second being directed to the changing room door, as she quickened her pace. As I came the third time, it just dribbled out the end, with her tongue lapping it up. I then allowed my cock to deflate, wanting to reward her for her efforts, and she pulled the shorts back up. This time they fit, and I told her I would take them.
The dream was then over, with me waking up, I had cum running down my thigh again, I smiled, and thought, that young woman deserves another visit, and then went back to sleep.

The End

The Making of a Friendship

The wind howled as it gushed into the knot of the tree, the tree that’d been in Ryan’s backyard for twenty years. The longest branch rapped on the side of the house making Ryan turn to see where the sound had come from. He consciously decided it was time he did something about that branch, before it caused some real damage.
Turning back to his computer, he typed in a message on his favorite bulletin board, a board where he’d made many good friends, although most of them were living in America. He’d found this site whilst doing a search for erotic literature, and discovered it had a discussion board to go with it.
Ryan had always found it easy to make friends online, he was just that kind of guy, someone you could talk with and feel comfortable doing so. It wasn’t hard to understand therefore, how easy someone could call him a close friend even without meeting him.
He had a few friends online that he felt close to, but no one he considered as special. One day however, that all changed, because he was attracted by something someone wrote on his favorite bulletin board.
He quickly sent off an email to this individual, praising her for what she’d written, but not really expecting a response. Therefore, he was surprised that within five minutes of sending it, he received a reply. The email in question was clearly from someone who was sweet and kind, mainly because of the nice things she said.
This all made him further intrigued as to who wrote it, and so he started to talk back to her in other emails. Soon, they were chatting on their favorite Instant messengers and learning something new about the other every day. It wasn’t until they traded photos of one another, that Ryan began to feel more than friendship towards this individual.
Her name was Andrea, which wasn’t unusual, but it was her face that struck Ryan the most, for she had the sweetest smile and loveliest eyes he’d ever seen. He made the mistake one day of telling her how, much she meant to him and found her backing off, as if she wanted nothing to do with anything other than friendship.
Therefore, he was quite content to leave it that way, although on occasion he did let slip how much he cared, and was immediately admonished for getting too close. He turned to poetry to win his fair maiden, but when that didn’t work he just admitted defeat to himself that he would never get back the feelings he had for this beautiful woman.
It was during one of their many conversations that Ryan admitted his defeat, and won the respect of Andrea in more ways than he could ever have imagined.
“If friendship is all that I can gain from this meeting, then I take it with an open heart and thankfulness that I have a friend such as you,” he said taking a break. “It would be an honor to befriend such a beautiful lady as yourself, I hope in my heart that you will forever be my closest companion and confidante.”
Andrea sat back in her chair staring at the words on the screen, she loved the way he used words and it was almost a romantic feeling to read them.
“Thank you Ryan,” she quickly replied, not wanting to leave the screen blank for too long.
“You’re welcome, Andrea,” he said, at which point Andrea could imagine his English accent saying those very words.
As the days went by, they talked and talked, always enjoying each other’s company but never crossing the line between friendship and love. Until one day, just by chance Ryan mentioned that he might be coming over to America for a holiday. He’d planned on going across the states in a train, and asked Andrea her advice on the best course of action.
Andrea went out of her way the next day to find out, which would be the best route to take, and to find out how many different states Ryan could possibly pass through on his journey.
It was decided that Washington was possibly the best place to begin, and so Ryan arranged it so that this was his starting point. Many days that turned into weeks went by, before Ryan eventually got around to informing Andrea that he was to set off for America that very Friday.
Andrea was somewhat excited at hearing this news, yet she couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t until her sister caught her chatting with Ryan one day that she found out.
“Why are you blushing sis?” her sister asked.
“Am I?” replied Andrea.
“Yes, a very crimson color,” came the reply, as Andrea’s sister passed over a hand mirror.
Andrea looked into the mirror to see her cheeks flushed crimson red, and then put the mirror down on the sideboard.
“Ryan just called me beautiful,” she said.
“You’re in love with him aren’t you?”
“No I’m not...at least I don’t think so,” Andrea replied, looking back at the screen.
Ryan had written a short poem, dedicated to Andrea.       
I hope thy beauty will never fade or age will stay its course for sweet the voice that lights your eyes will always be rejoiced. 
“I wrote that for you my dear, I will miss our conversations as I journey across your land, I just wish in my heart that your state had been one of those I visited.”
At that point, Andrea started to cry, she knew at that instant her sister was right, she’d fallen in love and didn’t even know it. How could she respond to Ryan now? For she knew if she told him he’d find a way to get to her. She knew just what a passionate man he was, and it finally dawned on her that that was the reason she loved him, he made her feel alive and wanted.
Andrea didn’t let on about her feelings, for she had a plan formulating in her mind, and didn’t want to spoil things.
The next day was to be the last they could talk together, for he would be setting off the following day. Therefore, Andrea happily talked away for hours, all the time getting little bits of information out of Ryan so that he wouldn’t suspect a thing. She found out what time he was arriving in Washington, and on which plane.
She found out what train he would be catching, as well as what time, and then soon found that the hours had marched away once again, and she had to say goodbye.
“I hope you have a good journey Ryan, I will miss you so very much, please hurry back,” she said, meaning every single word.
“I’ll miss you to Andrea, of all the people I will be meeting on my journey you are the one person I would dearly love to see.”
Andrea smiled at that, for in the next few hours she too would be in Washington, waiting for his plane to land, she’d decided this the day she discovered she’d fallen in love, but she hadn’t told him.
In the next few hours, things were extremely hectic for Andrea. She’d gotten her airline tickets and arranged for her sister to drop her off at the airport. What she hadn’t done was inform her parents where she was going or whom she was going to meet, she just knew they wouldn’t understand.
By the time she sat down in the plane, she was feeling a lot of anguish, about meeting Ryan and about lying to her family, all except her sister of course for she had to tell someone. When she arrived, she was a bag of nerves, she kept telling herself to calm down but the nearer Ryan’s plane got the more nervous she became.
She even watched it land and got herself ready as the passengers disembarked, she got a little worried when about fifty or so people piled off the plane but that he wasn’t one of them, and then she saw him.
He was quite tall, at least six foot, with dark hair and a very sweet smile. Unfortunately, Ryan hadn’t looked in Andrea’s direction, so she had to go up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.
As he turned around and looked into her eyes, his facial expression changed from one that looked lost to one of sheer joy.
“ANDREA,” he shouted, making everyone in the near vicinity turn to look his way.
“Hi Ryan, I just wanted to surprise you,” she replied, feeling a little embarrassed.
Ryan suddenly swept her off her feet, planting a big kiss on her cheek before letting her down again.
“This is so wonderful you couldn’t have given me a better surprise if you tried.”
“I needed to see you, I felt it was important,” she replied, getting her breath back.
“Why, what was so urgent you had to see me?”
“I fell in love!”
“Oh...I hope whoever the guy is, he knows how lucky he is,” replied Ryan, putting his head down.
“I fell in love with you silly,” replied Andrea, whilst touching his face.
Ryan looked into her eyes, his face a glow with happiness, and placing one hand gently onto her cheek, he kissed her softly on the lips.
“I’ve loved you for some time, I just didn’t want to lose you by telling you so, I thought you could only be my friend,” he said, stroking her cheek with the tip of his fingers.
“I did at first, but you’re such a sweet man, you kind of got under my skin without me noticing,” she replied, kissing him.
A single tear could be seen running down Ryan’s cheek, and Andrea took out a hankie and wiped it away.
“Please don’t cry Ryan, you’ll only set me off too,” she said smiling.
He smiled back and kissed her once again, thinking how lucky he was this day.
Ryan had arrangements to make so getting himself together; he began by telling Andrea his plans, and hoped that she would be a part of his adventure across America.
Andrea had already decided to go with him on this trip, for she couldn’t think of a single place she’d rather be. Four hours later, they were boarding the first of many trains, which would take them across sixteen states.
Once inside their own personal cabin, it was as if this moment was inevitable for they both looked into each other’s eyes, just before holding in a passionate embrace.
Ryan swept her off her feet, and then placed her on the small bed. Parting her hair from her face, he kissed her tenderly on the lips, and slowly started to unbutton her blouse.
Her return kiss was of a passion she’d never felt before. Her entire body tingled to his touch as she became aware that her blouse had been undone. Ryan kissed his way down her neck, and then kissed the mounds of flesh heaving over a small bra.
He then slipped his hands underneath, with a little help from Andrea who arched her back slightly to give him access. Finding the clip, he skillfully unhooked the bra and felt the tension go out of the material.
Bringing his hands to the front, he then removed her bra, revealing a gorgeous pair of voluptuous breasts. He kissed them both before touching them and nibbling the now erect nipples.
Andrea looked down the bed watching as Ryan unzipped her skirt, whilst all the time kissing her soft skin. She’d fantasized about this moment, and so longed to feel her new love in a passionate embrace.
Standing off the bed Ryan stooped down taking her skirt off and over her feet, he then looked down to see her cotton panties. Getting back onto the bed knees first, he kissed her stomach, and then placed two fingers into the rim of her panties. Andrea took a deep breath as she witnessed him removing them, and then rolled her tongue around her lips as he began to kiss her belly button and work his way down.
Ryan reached her soft pubic hair and felt her shudder as he ran his fingers through it, and then he kissed her slightly open but very womanly wet lips. Andrea ran her hands through his hair, arching her back slightly as she felt his tongue dart into her sex.
He was as a man possessed at that moment, he so wanted to taste his new love. Her writhing on the bed urged him on as he licked, kissed and lapped at her juices with his tongue. Flicking her little bud was driving her crazy, and she knew she was going to climax.
Ryan could also sense her impending orgasm, which only served to excite him more, for he then introduced a finger into his game wanting to take her over the edge with as much bliss as possible.
“Oh god Ryan, I’m going to cum,” she shouted, her hands almost gripping his hair.
Ryan could then taste his reward as she shuddered in a delightful way, before coming with all the passion she’d ever felt.
After a few minutes more, Ryan slowly kissed his way back up her stomach and breasts, until he reached her neck. Where upon he then straddled her delicate but beautiful body, and then pressed his own body closer.
Andrea could feel the hardness of his manhood resting on her inner thigh, and kissed him passionately expecting the inevitable. Ryan did not attempt to rush the proceedings however, for he was quite content just to kiss this gorgeous flower of nature.
Their lips were almost entwined as they kissed, with Andrea feeling incredibly turned on by Ryan’s hands running through her hair. Their tongues touched repeatedly, making Andrea moan softly at how well Ryan kissed.
It was then that she felt his hardness probing her moist lips down below, and moaned aloud when he pushed firmly but slowly. Upon entering the gates of bliss, she closed her eyes tightly, feeling and marveling at every inch that penetrated her inner sanctum.
At first, Ryan moved very slowly, wanting to savor the moment for all time. Andrea gripped his back in an effort to draw him nearer than was humanly possible. Ryan began to move faster, his manhood stabbing forward at a speed that made Andrea cry out with sheer joy.
Her hands grasped both his butt cheeks desperately trying to keep him from escaping, almost as if she needed the feel of his deep penetrating cock. Andrea had never been as wet as this in her entire life, the pleasure she was receiving from this encounter was almost too much to handle.
Ryan could see how flushed in the cheeks she’d become, and slowed his pace to kiss and ask if she was all right. She kissed him back, almost in a way of thanks for being so considerate and whispered. 
“I love you.”
That was the only encouragement Ryan needed, he kissed her lips one more time, and then placed his arms either side of her beautiful frame. He then picked himself up whilst arching his back.
Andrea then felt his thrusts go deeper as he hovered over her, swinging his hips back and forth, her moans of joy just egging him on as the passionate assault continued. Looking down her body to watch his member appear and then disappear, Andrea could feel herself let go. Her whole body seemed to shake, as she knew her second climax was upon her.
The sheer joy as he continued to bring her pleasure was too much, she’d never cum with such intensity, and it felt like it would never stop, as one after another a shock wave of heavenly feelings shot through her crotch.
“Oh god Ryan...oh god...I love you so much,” she managed to utter as yet another wave of pleasure hit her body.
Ryan looked down, seeing her erect nipples and noticed the sweat running over them both he slowed knowing how near he was to coming himself. He never wanted this moment to end. He so loved the woman beneath him and felt such a lucky Guy for finding his true love.
They kissed once more, and then Ryan whispered with an expression of bliss covering his face.
“I’m coming, my love.”
At that moment, a primeval instinct took control of Andrea’s mind, for she clasped hold of his butt cheeks and held him firmly inside her. She wanted the first time to be a part of her body and soul.
Ryan moaned aloud, as his seed made an explosive exit deep inside Andrea’s body. His mind full of wonder and awe at being blessed with such an encounter, and his eyes looking down upon the dream of his life.
Minutes later Andrea opened her eyes to feel Ryan inside her womanhood and to look into his eyes of green.
“That was the most beautiful moment of my life Ryan!” she said, kissing his eyelid tenderly.
Ryan needed a moment to compose himself; he’d never made love with such a passion before. Slowly he withdrew his still hard shaft, and positioned himself on one side of Andrea’s glistening body.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, I thank God for guiding me to you,” said Ryan placing his arm over her waist.
They held each other for a few minutes in silence, before Andrea spoke, only to find out that he’d fallen asleep. She knew he’d had a big day though, and was probably suffering from jet lag. She ran her hand through his hair whilst staring at his face, watching him as he slept and wondering how her parents would react if they knew what she was doing.
After a couple of hours, Andrea awoke, not realizing that she too had been tired. She glanced down to see that Ryan was still sleeping, and suddenly had the urge to do something she’d never done before. Gently picking his arm up from around her waist, she flattened it against the bed and rolled him over slightly so that he lay on his back.
Looking down the bed, she saw his Penis, limply lying to one side. Andrea kissed his forehead and then slowly worked her way down his body, kissing his nipples and chest and reaching his soft stomach. She then picked up his manhood in her right hand and started to stroke it, slowly at first, for she didn’t want to wake him.
She soon found out that one could be stimulated whilst asleep, for as she stroked his member it began to grow in her hand. Andrea marveled at how big Ryan was she was also fascinated by how hard he became in just a short while. Tentatively she brought her mouth closer and licked the end, hearing a murmur coming from Ryan’s mouth.
She then slowly inserted his cock past her lips and began to suck him gently her own feelings of what she was doing were arousing her passions. If someone had told her the day before that she would one day suck a man’s cock and enjoy doing so, she would’ve laughed.
Yet here she was taking in as much as she dare of a man she hardly knew in real life, and was enjoying every second of it. Ryan began to moan at that moment, still asleep but feeling like he was having a wonderful dream.
Andrea experimented further by seeing how much she could take of this huge cock, and found that she could comfortably take in about three quarters of the length. Suddenly she felt a hand resting on her head Ryan had woken up.
“Oh darling, what a lovely wake up call,” he said, watching as her lips passed over the rim once more.
Andrea wanted to please him at that moment, and although she wasn’t experienced in actual sexual techniques, she had seen porn movies when visiting her sister. So she knew how to excite a man, she just had to put it into practice.
Stroking his cock whilst sucking him seemed to get the best response, so that is what she started to do. His urging of her to carry on without stopping motivated her even further, until she was determined to make him cum once more. The motion of the train was something else that added to the moment. She seemed to be sucking him in rhythm to the tracks she could hear as they passed underneath.
Ryan stopped her there, telling her he was too close to coming, and that she didn’t have to go all the way. Andrea ignored him. Her feelings were such; if her man could please her then she should be able to please him.
Without stopping, she sucked harder and stroked faster, and then suddenly held her mouth away from the end to witness his first load of semen shoot out the end. She then did something that had always turned her off. She covered his cock once more and took the next load down her throat.
She was surprised to find that it wasn’t as bad as she’d pictured in her mind, and that it tasted rather salty. Ryan’s reaction to this was one of bliss as he watched her drain the last dregs of his seed dry, and almost collapsed onto the bed from arching his back.
Andrea crept back up the bed covers, feeling proud that she’d done something she’d always fantasized about. Ryan kissed her and whispered in her ear.
“That was wonderful darling.”
They were then kissing once again, as Ryan placed his hand gently onto her cheek stroking her face as their lips glided over each other’s. Bringing her body closer to him, he then held her tightly. He felt such a joy at that moment, because he’d searched his whole life for someone like Andrea and at last he’d found her.
“I want to make love to you again Andrea,” he said softly, she looked into his eyes and kissed him without saying a word.
Sitting up on the bed, he asked her to turn over, which she did. Whilst on her stomach Ryan got into position between her legs and then picked her up so that she was kneeling. Andrea knew what he wanted at that point, and spread her legs a little more. Ryan realized straight away that she was already wet, and found it easy to penetrate her moist pussy lips once again.
In this position, Ryan could get the best penetration, and Andrea soon realized the same thing. For as he started to glide effortlessly in and out of her body, she gripped the pillows with both hands and found herself biting her bottom lip excitedly. His forward strokes seemed to get faster and faster making her cry out with ecstasy.
She tried to turn to see his face, but could barely contain her emotions at this wonderful onslaught of her every being. Her first orgasm was closely followed by her next and then another, until she thought that not even heaven could feel like this.
Soon her orgasms were too close to tell when one started and another finished, her mind was whirling as her body experienced things it had never felt before. Ryan suddenly shouted that he was coming again, and Andrea was almost pleased this assault on her senses was ending, she felt so hot and bothered.
Yet as he came, she suddenly felt guilty for wanting it to stop, the emotions she’d felt during those few moments were almost electrical. She felt him slow down and then realized that he had come for the last time that day.
Andrea collapsed onto the bed the moment Ryan pulled out, she was feeling totally spent and absolutely drained of any energy she had left. She’d just never experienced anything that intense in her life, and without even knowing it, she fell asleep.
Ryan covered her over and stroked her hair. He then lay beside her, staring at her beauty.
“Goodnight my love,” he whispered, getting no response.
A few hours later, they were entering the dining car, with Ryan ordering a cooked breakfast, and a hot cup of tea. Andrea just stuck with toast and marmalade, and a cup of coffee. They talked for what seemed like hours that day, both revealing a little more information about each other, that hadn’t been shared online.
Ryan couldn’t help staring into Andrea’s eyes, for each time she looked straight at him he wanted to kiss her. He’d been in love before, just never quite as intense as this. She caught him staring on a few occasions, and asked him if there was anything wrong.
“Sorry...no I just can’t get over how beautiful you are I don’t mean to stare.”
Andrea smiled at him, taking a closer look at his facial features. He had a kind face, with a wonderful smile and laugh lines that seemed to suit him, but the one thing she liked above all else was his eyes, she adored his eyes.
She’d always had a thing about green-eyed men it went back to something she’d read when she was a child, which she never forgot. Ryan reached over the table at that moment and took hold of her hand, running his thumb gently over her delicate knuckles.
“I think this is going to be a fantastic trip, I’m so pleased you came along, you make the whole thing worthwhile,” he said, placing her hand on the table and covering it with his own.
Andrea just knew she’d made the right decision she was so enjoying Ryan’s company and relished the thought of being with him for the next month or so.
A few hours later they’d reached one of many stops, and were told the train would be there for forty-five minutes. Ryan and Andrea decided to take a short walk, just to stretch their legs a little.
Things sometimes have a way of going bad when you least expect it, for as they got off the train, Andrea’s father was walking towards them.
“What do you think you’re doing young lady, leaving with a total stranger and not telling us where you’re off to?” he shouted, getting everyone’s attention.
“If we hadn’t got the information out of your sister, we’d have never known where you were,” he finished, glancing at Ryan. 
“Sir I can explain!” said Ryan, walking forward.
“I don’t wish to hear your explanation sir you’ve done enough damage,” he replied, before giving Ryan a chance to say what he had to.
Grabbing hold of Andrea’s hand, her father tried to pull her away with him.
“No father, I don’t wish to come back, I’m on a trip with a wonderful man and for the first time in my life I’m truly happy,” she said, pulling her arm away.
“But you hardly know him, and don’t tell me talking online counts, you could be talking to an axe murderer for all you know,” he said, trying to prove a point.
Ryan walked forward at that point, holding out his hand.
“Hi, my names Ryan, I’ve always considered myself a good man, I’ve never broken the law and always respected my parents, but I have a life to live so I expect them to respect me as well,” he said, his hand out stretched. 
For a moment, Andrea’s father was quiet, and then he took Ryan’s hand and shook it.
“Father, I am twenty nine years of age; I think I know what I want in life, and I want this.”
Her father put his head down, not wanting to make eye contact, but Andrea knew he was just saddened to have to let go.
“Father, I love you so much, you and mom mean everything to me, please understand this is something I want and need to do,” she said, putting an arm round him.
“We love you so much, we would hate to see you come to harm,” he replied, the tears filling his eyes.
“Oh father, I’m fine I’m having the time of my life,” she said, giving him a big hug.
Ryan backed away a little to give them both some room to talk, a tear appearing in the corner of his eye too.
Five minutes later, they were all sitting around a café coffee table, talking about where they were going and what they were going to see. Ryan got to talk for quite a bit at that meeting, learning that he liked Andrea’s father very much.
When they heard the all aboard call, they rushed back to the train with Andrea saying her goodbyes, and telling her father that she would phone every day. Andrea waved for at least two minutes as the train pulled away and the tears of joy that she didn’t have to hide it anymore were overwhelming.
Ryan held her tight when she turned around, kissing her passionately and gently wiping away the tears with his thumb.
“He likes you, I could tell,” she said, holding him close.
They then decided to go into the bar car, needing something a little stronger that tea and coffee.
Soon they were laughing and joking with each other once more, and Ryan was not only enjoying Andrea’s company, he was awed by some of the sights that were passing by outside.
Andrea pointed out anything of importance as the train rolled along, and Ryan took lots of photos from his digital camera. He also found out that she was a bit of a tease, for on several occasions she would grab his butt when his back was turned. It was all in fun though, besides Ryan rather liked it, for whenever he saw her laugh he rejoiced in the knowledge that she was with him. In the afternoon, they usually ended up in their cabin just talking and kissing the day away.
The next day saw pretty much the same routine; only this time Andrea was wearing a very fine chiffon low cut dress, which really turned Ryan on. He was turned on so much in fact that he found himself staring at her legs whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. In addition, when she stood in a certain light you could see straight through it.
Andrea was no fool though, she knew exactly what her dress was doing to him, and played with him at every waking moment. She would bend over in front of him, or sit opposite allowing her dress to slip off her legs when she crossed them. Soon, Ryan started to catch on, and decided to teach her a lesson.
Going into the small wash cubicle, he changed into some very sexy but tight shorts. Making her believe that he was too hot to wear trousers, he then proceeded to put on a show in front of her. Knowing the bulge in his pants, which was evident would get her attention.
At one point, she stood next to him glancing out the train window, which was more than enough for Ryan to smell the perfume she wore. It had a simple effect his cock grew by several inches. With the shorts he was wearing, his hardness was standing out a mile.
Andrea was the first to crack, as she couldn’t resist in placing her hand onto his hardened weapon.
“Ah got you,” he said, making it obvious that he’d been playing with her.
“You cad you,” she said, laughing.
Her hand was still resting on his cock and as they looked in each other’s eyes, she started to stroke him. Andrea then got behind him, and pulled his shorts down, and then kissing both his butt cheeks, she stood up again. Wrapping her arms around his body once more, she held his cock with both hands and started to stroke it.
Ryan could feel her breasts through the thin fabric she wore, pressing up against his back. Upon looking down he watched her playing with his hardness, and let out a moan as she gently caressed the end of his manhood.
The torment was too much though, for Ryan had to turn, and when he did, Andrea got to her knees and held his cock once more. He watched as she engulfed his cock with her mouth, and marveled at how good she was at teasing the end with her tongue.
From this view point Ryan had a good view of her cleavage, which was getting him too worked up. Holding him with one hand, she experimented again by seeing how much she could take in, and found she was getting better at this.
Ryan couldn’t take any more he picked her up off her knees and started to undo the dress she wore. Dropping it to the floor, he found she was wearing stockings and a garter belt, along with a bra that she was unfastening.
Getting to his knees, Ryan unclipped each stocking and rolled it down her legs one at a time. He then pulled the garter off, and slowly pulled down her cotton panties, which joined the bra, she’d just discarded onto the floor.
Ryan then proceeded to kiss her legs and work his way up her body, until he was standing up in front of her naked beauty. They kissed with Andrea pressing her nakedness into his groin, and feeling his cock rubbing her inner thigh.
He then gently pushed her up against the door of their cabin, and with all the strength he could muster; he picked her up and impaled her onto his cock. Her lust was so great at that moment. She tried helping him all she could by wrapping her arms around his neck. His thrusting was so erotic to her, as she reached up with one hand trying to gain height by using the doorframe to heave herself higher.
Ryan was struggling to maintain this lust, but he tried valiantly to keep her in this position. It was then that Andrea really helped by grabbing hold of the only chair in the room with the tip of her toe and bringing it nearer. Partly resting on it and partly picking herself off the floor more, Ryan suddenly found he could get a better penetration.
His thrusting upward was making Andrea cry out with joy, as he ploughed into her delicate body. Her breasts were bouncing as each thrust made her go up slightly, and then down, her anticipation of his entry just as erotic as the act itself.
“I’m going to cum... Oh god I’m coming,” he said, making several plunges upward until his cock let go of its load.
“Oh you sweet man,” she said, kissing him passionately.
Ryan picked her up at that point and laid her on the bed, his lust far from quenched. Lying beside her, he then kissed her passionately, their tongues swiping each other’s as he rolled her over so that she lay on top of him.
Andrea then decided to sit up, and feeling behind her grasped his stiff rod of flesh once more. Looking down and positioning herself correctly, she lowered herself onto his cock, savoring the moment his large member pierced her pussy.
Once she was comfortable, she began to ride him by lifting herself up a little and then dropping down again. These were just small movements but enough so that she could feel his full length enter from tip to base. Ryan was helping her maintain balance by holding her hands, whilst she locked her arms in a straight position.
Her hips were constantly moving, as her butt rose and fell again and again. Her eyes were tightly closed as she moaned from the pleasure these actions were giving her, and heard Ryan’s sweet English accent as he urged her on.
“Mmm... Andrea...you gorgeous woman you,” she heard him say.
Andrea enjoyed hearing him cry out like that, it gave her great pleasure knowing that she was pleasing her man. It was easy however, to please a sweet kind man such as Ryan, as he was a gentleman at all times.
Andrea could sense she was about to climax, her loins were telling her in the most delightful way. As she did so she pinched her nipples to make the moment more intense, and her juices seemingly poured out and surrounded Ryan’s cock. 
He could feel her juices, which only served to turn him on more, until finally he too came for the last time that night.
After that, Andrea collapsed on top of him, totally worn out from her athletic feat. They talked for hours after that, just lying arm in arm until finally they both fell asleep.
The next day brought a lot of sunshine and scenic landscapes, as the train crossed the border, entering the state of Oregon. Ryan had a couple of phone numbers which belonged to friends in this state, two women he’d chatted to from the bulletin board where he’d first spotted Andrea, or at least her posts.
It turned out that Andrea had also talked to these two women before, having met them in the same forum.
“In my last communiqué with Kathy and Isabella, they told me to phone as soon as the train reached the first station,” said Ryan.
“I’m quite looking forward to meeting them, especially Isabella, she always make me laugh on the bulletin board,” replied Andrea, giggling.
“Yeah, I know what you mean, I’m looking forward to meeting them both, I had some pretty wild conversations with Kathy,” said Ryan, with a smirk on his face.
“I just bet you did,” replied Andrea, poking him playfully in the ribs.
They passed the next few hours’ playing cards in their cabin, whilst playfully teasing one another. Soon however, their train reached its destination and Ryan was phoning the number Kathy had given him.
“Hi...could I speak to Kathy please,” he said, hoping he’d gotten the right number.
After a short pause, with voices heard in the background, Ryan could hear a voice.
“Hello…Kathy speaking.”
“Hi Kathy its Ryan here,” he said.
“Oh my god, you made it over here then?” she replied, excitedly.
“Yes, I’ve also brought a friend,” Ryan replied, putting a thumb up to Andrea to confirm he’d gotten through.
“Who’s that then?” she enquired.
“Andrea, she met me off the plane, and decided to come across America with me.”
“Oh my god, Andrea is one of my favorite writers on the board, Isabella is coming over in one hour so we’ll come and pick you up,” she replied, getting all worked up.
“Will we be able to catch the train again tomorrow, because we’ve paid for a California destination?” he asked, not knowing the rules of leaving the train.
“Oh yes, your ticket will still be valid up until six months, so you could stay for a day or two without it affecting your final destination,” confirmed Kathy.
With that they discussed the where’s and why fours, which concluded in a satisfactory outcome.
“Apparently there’s a bar around here somewhere called the “The Den” we’re supposed to meet them there in an hour or two,” said Ryan, seeing Andrea’s grin as he told her.
“You’re looking forward to this aren’t you?” he said, knowingly.
“Yes, does it show? I’ve always wanted to meet some of the people we talk to on a daily basis, yet never get to see, at least until now,” she replied, taking hold of Ryan’s arm.
“I must admit I’m looking forward to it myself.”
With that, they proceeded to locate the bar in question, and had no trouble finding it at all. Choosing a small alcove in the corner, Andrea sat down whilst Ryan ordered a couple of drinks. Although it was almost two and a half hours later, once the girls arrived it’d only seemed like minutes to Ryan, for he was besotted by everything Andrea had to say.
Spotting them walking through the door, Andrea waved for their attention, whilst Ryan made room by shifting around the semicircular seating at their table. Ryan greeted the pair as though they were old friends, yet apart from the occasional photo, he’d never met one of them.
“It’s so nice to finally meet some others from the bulletin board, I feel like I’ve known you both for ages,” he said, as each one kissed him and Andrea on the cheek in form of a greeting.
For the next few hours, they talked non-stop, each revealing some things that were never discussed on the board, and as the night wore on, they all became a little merry through drink. It was Kathy that suggested finishing up at a nightclub, to which they all agreed.
“We do however, have to find accommodation before going off anywhere, because we weren’t sure where to go,” pointed out Ryan as they left the bar.
“Don’t worry about that, you can stay at my place for a night or two, it’s no trouble,” replied Kathy.
“Are you sure Kathy, we don’t want to put you out or anything?” said Andrea.
“Yes I’m sure, it’s no trouble, besides it’ll be good company,” replied Kathy.
With that sorted, they all piled into Isabella’s car, whilst Ryan put their cases into the trunk. Soon, they were at the nightspot Kathy had mentioned, and Ryan was being asked to dance. Not being much of a dancer Ryan hesitated at first, but was soon convinced when a slow number started to play.
Isabella held Ryan closely as they wandered around the small dance floor, and as Ryan took in her perfume he began to get turned on. He simply couldn’t help himself. He could feel his cock growing inside his pants and had no control over the bulge appearing before him.
Isabella must have noticed, because she seemed to get a little closer by pressing into him. This of course didn’t make the situation any better, for although he was hard before he wasn’t totally gone. Pressing into him just made it that much harder and worse still she seemed to be rubbing herself against it.
“You have a gorgeous cock Ryan,” she said, blatantly.
“I’m sorry Isabella, you just turn me on,” replied Ryan, thinking he had to apologize.
“You don’t have to apologize to me Ryan, I’m rather enjoying this,” she said, rubbing his groin harder with her own.
Ryan started to feel hot at that point. His cock seemed to be bursting to escape the confines of his trousers. Yet all he could do was enjoy the attention Isabella’s body was giving him. Just then, Kathy came over to cut in, which at first Ryan liked, for he was starting to feel like a man of lust who just needed to fuck.
Kathy, it turned out was no better at concealing her desires than Isabella was, for no sooner had she realized his predicament than she too started to rub herself against his hardness.
“We are going to have a lot of fun with you two tonight!” stated Kathy, almost like it was an everyday occurrence.
Ryan endured the rest of the dance, trying hard to conceal his embarrassment on the way back to their table. He felt a little guilty as he sat down, not wanting to make eye contact with Andrea, who he was sure had just witnessed everything that’d happened.
He was to be pleasantly surprised however, when he suddenly felt Andrea’s hand resting on his cock, not only resting but also stroking him through the material of his trousers. 
“That really turned me on,” she whispered, taking a firmer grip under the table.
For Ryan this was just too much, he had to relieve the pressure his cock was giving him, so he unzipped his trousers and took out his blood-filled shaft. He knew no one would be able to see, with both Kathy and Isabella in front of him.
Andrea grasped hold of his stiff rod, slowly stroking him and knowing he needed to be relieved. Unfortunately Ryan’s facial expressions were to give him away, for as he sat back to enjoy the attentions his cock was receiving, Kathy leaned forward to take a look under the table.
When she witnessed Andrea’s hand slowly stroking him from tip to base, she nudged Isabella to take a discrete look. For Isabella this felt so erotic to witness. She’d always enjoyed watching a man being jerked off but here in the middle of a nightclub, it felt so hot.
Too hot in fact, for what Isabella did next, will forever be embedded in Ryan’s mind she suddenly got onto all fours making sure no one was looking, and then crawled over to where Ryan sat. Taking hold of his cock, she then slipped her mouth over the end, and slowly began to suck.
Andrea had the best seat in the club to witness any of this, and as she saw Isabella’s head bobbing up and down she just had to rub her pussy through her panties. The wetness that appeared as she did so was a sign of just how turned on this event had made her. In fact, she wasn’t content to rub herself from the outside, so pulling her panties to one side she inserted a finger, never once taking her eyes off the action before her.
Kathy was aware of what was happening and felt left out. She couldn’t do what they were doing and not get caught. She did however put her hand into her blouse and tweaked her hardened nipple, as she watched Ryan’s expressions.
Ryan could feel his cock hitting the back of Isabella’s throat, and awed at the ease in which she engulfed his shaft. As it became obvious he was about to cum, he placed a hand down to his side, and inserted a finger into Andrea’s extremely wet pussy. Just as Andrea started to cum from this attention, so did Ryan, the explosive exit of his semen striking the back of Isabella’s throat with some force, making her gag a little, but still managing to swallow his entire load.
After another five minutes both Ryan and Andrea were composed once again, with Isabella sitting back in her chair wearing a broad grin.
“That was so intense ladies,” remarked Ryan, doing his zipper up again.
“I wouldn’t know, I missed out on the fun,” laughed Kathy.
“Well, what say we all go home and I’ll make us all something to eat,” suggested Isabella.
They all agreed to this, for the club was getting a little too loud. Soon, they were well on their way across town, with Kathy pointing out things of interest on the way for Ryan’s benefit and Andrea’s.
As they pulled into the driveway, they could all hear a cat squeal. This made them think that they’d just hit one, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be two cats fighting.
“God that made me jump,” said Kathy.
“It did me as well,” replied Andrea.
Kathy unlocked the front door, telling everyone to enter and walk through to the lounge. Once inside, Isabella commenced in making spaghetti bolognaise, a dish she found to be both simple and quick.
Upon finishing this meal, Kathy brought out a couple of bottles of wine, handing one over to Ryan to do the honors. It was whilst drinking the wine that Kathy suggested a game of cards, which no one had any objections to.
“What shall we play?” said Kathy.
“It’s got to be strip poker,” laughed Isabella.
“How about strip or dare?” suggested Andrea.
“Yes, I like that game,” responded Kathy.
Soon, Kathy was dealing out the first hand, with a wry grin on her face, hoping that she would see either Ryan or Andrea naked before the end of the night. The first hand went to Ryan, so he had a choice of either daring someone, or telling one of them to remove an item of clothing.
He chose the item of clothing, which Kathy was instructed to remove. Her blouse had to come off, and so without hesitation she removed it. Ryan couldn’t help but admire the large breasts he saw, inside a bra that was clearly not built for such a bust. Her breasts were struggling to stay behind such close confines, yet she looked wonderful to behold.
Kathy won the next hand, and had something special planned for Ryan. Leaning forward she whispered to Andrea a question, Andrea smiled with what she asked and just nodded her head.
“Okay, what have you got planned for me?” said Ryan, nudging Andrea playfully.
“You’ll find out later,” giggled Kathy.
The game went on like that for a short while longer, with Isabella being the loser, for she sat their stark naked holding a pillow to hide her embarrassment. After finishing the two bottles of wine, Kathy showed them to her spare bedroom, which had a nice double bed already made up and looking very inviting.
“There is an on-suite as well, so if you need to freshen up before retiring for the night, feel free,” said Kathy, turning the light on in the adjoining suite.
“Thank you Kathy, we appreciate all of this hospitality,” replied Ryan.
“Yes thank you Kathy, I hope you sleep well,” said Andrea, kissing her on the cheek.
Once in bed, Ryan was bursting to know what the whispered dare was all about, but during her denial, that such a dare existed she fell asleep, with Ryan not wanting to press the point any further. Leaning over he kissed her on the cheek, saying goodnight, and then soon fell asleep himself.
In the morning, he arose to find he was alone, so he decided to take a shower. Getting the water ready first, he stepped in and started to wash. He saw the door open through the patterned glass, and recognized the shape of Andrea walking in. He then saw her gown drop to the floor, as she reached for the sliding door.
Ryan watched her enter, her beautiful body instantly getting him aroused as she moved in closer.
“Turn around, and I’ll wash your back,” she said, leaving the door open.
Ryan was never one to say no to a good idea, so he turned and waited to feel her hands rubbing shower foam onto his skin. When he did feel her hands, she seemed to want to caress his butt rather than his back, for he could feel her slippery hands circulating around each cheek.
She then seemed to get horny, for suddenly her hands were going around to the front and grasping hold of his already hardened cock. Her stroking of his member felt so good as he looked down to see her at work, but not recognizing the hands that held him.
Looking round he found it was Kathy, with Andrea standing close by laughing.
“Don’t tell me, this was the dare?” guessed Ryan.
To which he received a positive response from both. Just then, Isabella came in, and without saying a word, she disrobed and entered the shower. Isabella didn’t home in on Ryan however instead she started to lather up Andrea, paying close attention to her breasts as she did so.
Ryan found this to be quite erotic, as two gorgeous women were handling both him and Andrea. Andrea’s nipples seemed to be standing out more than usual, which was more to do with the water hitting them than anything else. 
Kathy and Ryan were now facing one another, with Ryan using the shower gel on her body as well. She in turn seemed to love stroking his hard cock, passing one hand over it at a time, and concentrating on the end each time she reached it. Ryan rubbed his hands onto her shoulders, and then down to her breasts, deliberately circling her nipples with each hand. Looking over once more, he could see Isabella’s hand passing back and forth between Andrea’s legs, as Andrea leaned back against the shower wall, her face having a look of contentment written all over it.
Andrea could feel Isabella’s finger probing her slit, and loved the way she poked it in and out at various downward movements. She’d never been with another woman before, so when Isabella kissed her on the lips, she wasn’t sure she’d know how to respond. She needn’t have worried though, for she found herself responding in much the same way as if a man was doing it.
To Ryan, it was all very erotic, he too was new to experiencing two women making love and it seemed to turn him on. Kathy kissed him at that point, still stroking his cock and feeling the water running over their bodies. He felt her tongue dancing around his own, and responded by circling it with the tip of his own. Their kiss then became more passionate as Ryan turned her around placing her up against the other shower wall.
Kathy stood up onto her toes, knowing what was coming next, and felt such a joy as Ryan’s hard cock entered and lifted her body a few centimeters off the shower floor. He had to bend slightly, but with each thrust, her body moved upwards a fraction, making her scream out with the pleasure she was feeling. Ryan could hear Andrea moaning with pleasure, which only turned him on even more, almost making him over aggressive as he started to pound the pussy his cock was buried in.
Kathy tried reaching for the top of the shower, her ass rubbing against the wall as he thrust forward each time. Her moans were becoming more audible, as the moment approached for her to climax, and as if in unison both Kathy and Andrea started to cum together. The moans and expletives being uttered in that shower, was more than enough to make Ryan go over the top, and in one final rampant push, he too came hard and long.
By the time Ryan had recovered sufficiently, he witnessed Isabella giving Andrea an oral licking on the shower floor, and being quite sure, she was enjoying every part of the experience.
Kathy too had recovered from her climax, and was once again stroking Ryan’s cock in an effort to keep it hard. From what he was witnessing on the floor though, he had no trouble in that department, for his cock was soon standing to attention once again and eager to go.
Kissing Kathy, he let his hands roam over her body, eventually grasping her butt with both, as their tongues intertwined in the heat of the moment. Kathy then bent over turning her back to him and sticking her ass into the air. Ryan needed no more encouragement, as he gripped both cheeks and pulled her towards his waiting cock.
It was as if this position was made for them for as his cock touched her slit he slid inside with ease. Kathy moaned aloud. As he started to thrust back and forth, he watched Andrea’s expression of sheer joy as Isabella continued to lick and suck her wet pussy.
Two days ago, he couldn’t have imagined this scenario; he’d never been in situations like this before. Yet, here he was making love to an almost complete stranger whilst watching the woman he loved being pleasured by another woman he had desires for. It was almost surreal and the kind of thing one reads about in dirty magazines but never suspects could come true.
Andrea couldn’t explain why she was enjoying this moment. After all, she loved men and everything they could provide her. What she did know however was that she was about to climax. All from the attentions of a sweet woman, who knew exactly how to please another, using just her tongue? Looking up at the moment of orgasm, Andrea could see the man she loved yet didn’t feel jealous at what he was doing.
Ryan looked down at that moment, his eyes looking straight into Andrea’s, and spotting the signs of pleasure that were coursing through her body. He smiled, and then winked to show he was thinking about her, Andrea smiled back and then closed her eyes allowing the moment to take control.
The moans and echoes of pleasure resounding within that shower would have gotten anyone excited to hear or see, for it was truly an erotic scene to behold. Andrea was now recovering from her orgasm, as Ryan was quite literally plunging his hardened member into the screaming Kathy.
Isabella was sitting with her back to the wall, her legs opened and beckoning for Andrea to return the compliment, by running her fingers around her moist womanhood. Andrea hesitated for a moment, before lying down in front of this beautiful woman and starting to lick her delicately.
She soon found that being a woman who was servicing another woman had its advantages, for she knew exactly where to lick and touch to create the sensations she’d received herself. Before long, Isabella was moaning softly with the pleasures she was receiving, yet no amount of moans could drown out the sheer pleasure Kathy must have been receiving. Her screams of harder and more were getting to the point where Ryan could hardly contain himself any longer, his ever-quickening pace ended as he started to cum deep inside Kathy’s extremely wet pussy.
At the same time, Kathy’s knees nearly gave way, as her orgasm hit. Had it not been for Ryan, still holding firm, she would’ve slipped to the shower floor curled up in a fetal position waiting to recover from the joy she was now feeling. As they both started to recover from their encounter, they looked down to witness the beauty that two females can show when involved in lovemaking.
Isabella was clearly close to an orgasm, and also helping herself to reach that state by stroking her clitoris as Andrea’s tongue darted in and out of her wet lips. As Isabella came, Andrea could be seen to relish the moistness that started to run over her tongue. With the shower, glass all steamed up and the moans coming from both women on the floor, it would have made an excellent picture worthy of hanging in any hall.
Soon, it was all over with everyone getting dressed, but not a lot being said until they were all down stairs.
“That was the most erotic event of my life,” said Ryan, being the first to break the silence.
Andrea smiled almost too shocked to say anything because she’d so enjoyed this encounter, but stepping forward she felt she had to say something.
“I never thought that making love to another woman could feel so good, although I’ve always been curious to find out what all the fuss was about, friends have told me to try it, but until now I never have. Thank you Isabella, that was truly a memorable experience,” she said, kissing Isabella on the cheek.
“You’re more than welcome child, it was fun for me to,” replied Isabella, returning the kiss.
“You have quite a man here young lady, I can’t remember the last time I made so much noise,” said Kathy, laughing.
Everyone had a good laugh at that, as they sat opening up a little more and sharing the sort of things with each other, one only shares with friends. Ryan and Andrea crammed a sightseeing tour into the rest of their time there, not for one instant regretting stopping to meet these lovely women. Yet all too soon, they found themselves back on the train, travelling towards yet another state with undoubtedly more adventures to follow.
Funny things train rides you never quite know whom you’re going to meet, for during dinner that night, a young Lady was placed at their table. After introducing one another, they found they had some things in common. Her name was Elizabeth and she was English but an American citizen, she was travelling to the next state to meet up with her father who’d just acquired a new home.
“My Mother and Father divorced last year, and I’m going to stay with him for a month before going back home!” declared Elizabeth.
Ryan was the first to notice something about Elizabeth. She kept staring at Andrea, but not in any nosey way, rather a desiring one. He of course didn’t say anything, but wondered if Andrea had noticed it. Later when Elizabeth had left the carriage, he asked Andrea that very question.
“Yes, I noticed, perhaps she just relates more to women than men,” said Andrea, not quite convinced of her own thoughts.
“Maybe so, she is a very attractive woman though, I’ll give her that,” replied Ryan, taking another drink of wine.
“I knew you’d notice that,” said Andrea, kicking him playfully under the table.
That might have been the end of that meeting, had it not been for the knock on their cabin door later, for upon opening it Ryan discovered Elizabeth asking if she could join them. Apparently, she was feeling like company but hadn’t met anyone else to talk to. Both Ryan and Andrea invited her in, and soon, a couple of bottles of wine were ordered to the cabin, with laughing soon following.
They had a long discussion, with each finding out more about the others. It was when Elizabeth fell over whilst trying to stand up that the next adventure began, for she fell onto Ryan’s lap and kissed him for catching her. Ryan couldn’t help but kiss her back, for he was taken by her looks and was also a little worse the wear for alcohol.
Elizabeth returned his kiss with a little more passion, her sweet mouth almost covering his own, as her head turned slightly in the embrace. It was then that Andrea wanted to join in the fun, for she started to remove Elizabeth’s white blouse by undoing one button at a time.
“This seems very naughty,” said Elizabeth, breaking her hold on Ryan and giggling.
“Yes, but nice,” replied Andrea, putting her hand into the now open blouse.
Slipping her hand under the left cup of Elizabeth’s bra and holding her breast, Andrea squeezed gently noticing how hard her nipples felt to the touch. Ryan could feel his cock starting to grow, his view of Andrea playing with Elizabeth’s breasts being the cause.
Elizabeth decided to move over to the one bed that was unfolded inside the cabin, allowing Andrea to follow her and then letting the blouse fall to the floor. Ryan took this opportunity to unclasp the bra that was being held above Elizabeth’s breasts, and then discarded it onto the floor.
They all seemed to climb onto the bed at once, Andrea on one side Ryan on the other, and the beautiful Elizabeth in the middle. Elizabeth started to kiss Andrea full on the lips with a passion Ryan thought to be quite arousing, as he decided to unfasten her skirt and pull it off.
Dropping the skirt on top of her other garments, Ryan then hooked two fingers into the hem of her panties. Pulling them down he found a cleanly shaved pussy, with delicate looking lips that glistened with moisture. The women were still kissing and fondling each other as Ryan positioned himself between Elizabeth’s legs, looking forward to tasting her sweet womanly nectar.
Gently spreading her lips apart with both hands, he started to lick around the edges, with her body responding by arching upwards. Seeing her tiny clitoris, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, moving it back and forth and receiving a moan of pleasure for his efforts.
Andrea looked down witnessing Ryan’s hunger for a woman’s taste, and then looked back at the closed eyes of Elizabeth. Seeing her tongue roll around her lips in a response to the feelings Ryan’s was giving her, and knowing how she must be feeling. Andrea moved down at that point, wanting to suckle on her nipples and caress both breasts.
Ryan introduced a finger into the joy of the moment and was busy licking off the juices from his first entry. He found her to have a bittersweet taste, but one that was pleasing to his mind. Repeatedly, he pushed his tongue into her womanhood, hearing and feeling her reactions as she moaned and writhed beneath him.
Andrea admired the erect nipple that she was fondling between two fingertips, as she nibbled and sucked on the other. Elizabeth could be heard quite clearly now, evidence of an imminent climax, as Ryan started to work two fingers into her wetness, whilst the entire time licking up any juices that appeared.
When she did cum it was a thrill to witness, her whole body seemed to shudder and her hands gripped hold of the thin mattress she lay upon. Ryan relished the moment of orgasm, feeling her juices almost pouring over his tongue as she juddered beneath him.
Standing up, Ryan unzipped his pants allowing them to fall to the floor, his cock bulging through his underwear, as he stepped out of his trousers. Elizabeth opened her eyes wondering why he’d let go, to witness him removing his underwear, her eyes transfixed onto the large erection he now stroked.
Getting into position, Ryan guided his manhood into the opening, pressing gently at first and as he felt it give way to the pressure, he pushed harder. Elizabeth let out a loud gasp as his cock slid all the way in, reaching down to rest her fingers onto Andrea’s panties, and stroking her pussy through the material.
Andrea quickly removed her panties, wanting to feel this beautiful woman’s fingers touching her sensitive parts, and then finding her keen to do just that. Elizabeth stroked the wet hole before her, as Andrea clambered further onto the bed just to give her better access.
With deep thrusts Ryan began to make love, the tightness surrounding his cock made him feel lustful, and the sight of Elizabeth’s finger stroking Andrea’s sweet pussy lips was driving him mad. He so wanted to lean forward and taste, his sweet heart’s womanhood but his position denied him that privilege. Elizabeth’s moans of pleasure had reached fever pitch, for her fingers were hurriedly probing Andrea’s hole of delight, going deeper with each thrust.
Ryan started to approach the inevitable, his pounding of the sweet pussy before him making him want to cum much too soon, so he slowed his pace, wanting it to last that much longer. Elizabeth’s other hand suddenly joined Ryan’s cock, with one fingertip rolling the delicate clit around in time with his penetrations.
Andrea had grabbed a hold of Elizabeth’s hand in an effort to force her finger deeper, the wanton lust seemingly present as she closed her eyes to the touch. Ryan could take no more of these sights and sounds, for he could feel his seed surging outwards and suddenly let go from holding back.
Moaning aloud, he stopped his forward motion, feeling his seed explode deep inside her body, and then feeling the muscles of her pussy contract as she too started to climax. Slowly, Ryan began to rock back and forth, feeling the last pleasures of her tightness before pulling his cock free.
Quickly changing places, Ryan literally pulled Andrea around to face him, wanting to taste the moistness he’d witnessed earlier. Andrea decided she too wanted to taste her lover, and so she urged Elizabeth to sit astride her face. As she did so, Andrea could see a small streak of Ryan’s semen seeping from Elizabeth’s pussy, and then let her tongue lick at it hungrily.
Ryan found that to be very erotic, as his tongue darted in and out of his lover’s pleasure zone, her hips moving in a way that told him he was doing all the right things. Elizabeth’s gyrating hips were more evidence of pleasure being received, as Andrea’s tongue found new depths to delight her body.
Ryan could feel the buildup of juices, and sensed the time had arrived and from that moment on, he licked and sucked harder just to take her over the edge. Andrea’s bodily movements gave her orgasm away, for suddenly she arched her back in shuddering motions as Ryan lapped up her escaping juices.
Lying on the bed, the girls kissed one another one final time, and then lay back feeling completely satisfied. Ryan looked them over, admiring their glistening bodies whilst sat on the edge of the bed. By the time they’d all climbed down from this sexual adventure, it was starting to get light outside, and soon, Elizabeth was thanking them both for a wonderful evening.
Ryan fell asleep shortly after that in Andrea’s arms, as the train slowly worked its way through a mountain pass. Andrea ran one hand through his hair, and then leaning forward she kissed his forehead. Soon, she too was asleep and wondering what other pleasures, this trip had in store.
At mid-morning, they were both the last to sit at the breakfast table, having regretted consuming so much alcohol the night before. Ryan enquired as to their next stop as the waiter poured the coffee, to which the reply was Baker City.
As he looked out the window, Ryan could only imagine what lay ahead. So far, this trip had been the best decision he’d ever made and he never wanted it to end. His true love sat opposite and for the first time in his life, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of it with her.

The End

The Portal 

My father worked too much, which was my conclusion as to why he never had time to see me, this time however was going to be different. I’d tried to see him on three separate occasions during the past two weeks and each time his servants informed me that he was not available. I marched into the study ready for an argument in fact I was looking forward to it. 
“But Madam, your father told me not to let anybody in,” said my father’s butler.
“You will inform my father that his daughter wishes to see him, and that she is most insistent,” I replied, knowing that I sounded like a stuck up bitch.
“I will try Madam, I will try,” he said walking off towards my father’s laboratory.
I wasn’t about to let him go in alone, I followed him making sure he didn’t see me, once he had used the combination on the lab door, I pushed past him and yelled ‘Father’!
“Madam, you can’t...”
“Forget it Giles, I am going to see my Father whether he wants me to or not.”
“Cathy, what do you want?”
I turned to find my Father behind his desk.
“It’s ok Giles, leave us alone will you,” he said, in his most authoritative voice.
Giles sighed, and then turned and left the room.
“Well Cathy, what’s so important it can’t wait a while?” said my Father.
“If your own daughter cannot see you, then what is the point of having one, I mean it’s not unreasonable for a daughter to want to see her Father on occasion,” I said, ready for any argument he may present.
“You’re right, I have been thoughtless, and for that I am sorry. My work has consumed my every waking moment, in the past few weeks, and I have neglected you in the name of science…” 
“Will you forgive me?”
I wasn’t expecting that, so for the first time today I was stuck for words. Getting a grip on myself, I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“You’re forgiven,” I finally said.
“Now what’s so important that you felt it had to take up all your time?” I asked.
He went on to explain what he had found on his recent visit to the Amazon temple ruins. Apparently, he had found a large stone table with a very intricate mosaic of what he could only guess was an old forgotten language. He then took me over to his workroom where he kept his most important studies there I saw the stone table he’d been telling me about.
“This is it, unfortunately I cannot decipher the writing without a frame of reference there just isn’t anything on record that comes close to what this says,” he said, rubbing his hand over the smooth surface.
The table stood about four feet high and was supported by four elaborately carved legs, with each one made of a stone I didn’t recognize. However, there was something on the table, which I did recognize four shapes that brought a memory back from my collage days.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t those four shapes depict earth, water, fire and air?” I said, not really thinking that it was something my father would miss.
He sat down heavily in his chair.
“What was I thinking, of course, I just wasn’t analyzing them separately I thought they were the end to each section of writing.”
He suddenly went off into one of his contemplating moods, and I knew I wouldn’t get any sense out of him for a while, so I poured myself a scotch and sat waiting for him to ponder this revelation, feeling quite proud that I had helped him in his research.
“That’s it!” he suddenly shouted.
This made me jump, for I had been looking at the legs of the table thinking how artistic they were.
“It’s an altar for worshipping nature, the four elements being the key, they have more significance than we’re aware of, but thanks to you I have a frame of reference to go by now. He decided to stop for the day at that point, but as we left the room turning the light off we observed that the table was glowing in the darkness, turning the light back on we stood over the table to inspect it further.
“It seems to absorb the light, and reflect it back. But why?” said my Father.
I touched the table with the tip of my finger, and for a split second it seemed to pass straight through, pulling my finger clear, my Father tried the same thing, but was unable to elicit the same response. It was then that my Father had one of those eureka moments. To test his supposition he placed a hand on the middle of the table, nothing happened. He then told me to place my hand in the same place, the symbols depicting earth, water, fire, and air started to rise out of the Four Corners of the stone slab. Once it was clear they had risen as far as they were going to, I removed my hand. Then a small electrical charge started to appear from each symbol, each one creeping to the center of the table, once joined in the middle what I can only describe as an aura started to form across the entire surface.
“Ok…what’s happening?” I said.
“I’m not sure, but one thing I do know is that only a female can activate it.”
“I don’t get it, how do you know that?” I asked.
“You see those symbols indicating the female gender, well I think those symbols next to it represent the male of the species. What I didn’t understand is why the males seem to have two genitalia and that’s what was throwing me, until you activated the table, which told me that it was meant for women only. Weather this indicates that the women in this time were the dominant species, I’m not sure, but one other thing I do know is that this is not of this world,” my Father said, solemnly.
I reached out to touch it again.
“Be careful Cathy!” my Father warned.
When touching the aura that completely engulfed the top of the table, my hand seemed to disappear. Having felt no pain, I withdrew it then pushed it further in. Suddenly I could feel a drag on my hand as if something was pulling me it obviously concerned my Father for he was trying to reach me as my feet started to leave the ground. I wasn’t being hurt in anyway, but I did feel like there was someone, or something pulling me into the center of the table. The last I heard or saw of my Father was when I was completely submersed in the aura that now surrounded my entire body. Looking up I could clearly see him grabbing for my legs snatching only air as I started to fall. I felt a bit like Alice as she fell down the rabbit hole, for even now the image of my Father was getting further and further away. I tried to look down but found that I could only see what I had passed and not what was ahead. I fell like this for what seemed ten maybe fifteen minutes, and then suddenly I hit solid ground, and rolled over.
I stood to find that I was still in one piece, brushing myself down I looked up to find only sky, the aura had disappeared, and I was alone in the middle of a field. Walking up the slight incline of the said field, I could see a magnificent city about a mile further on. Getting nearer to the city I could tell something was wrong but couldn’t figure out why, you see I could see several people coming and going from the city, but the perspective I had, was from a half a mile away. It wasn’t until I got a lot closer that I realized, these people were huge, at least seven foot tall, some even bigger, the men being the tallest. Other than their size though, they looked like normal human beings. 
By the time I reached the gates to this magnificent city, I was attracting quite a bit of attention. You see, I’m only five foot five myself so they were dwarfing me, I tried to ignore their stares but found it very unsettling.
“Who are you?” a voice said, on my right.
Turning my head, I spotted what looked like an authoritative figure looking straight at me.
“Did you hear what I said?” He boomed.
“Yes, I heard you…I’m a stranger in these parts just visiting,” I said, for want of a better explanation.
He waved me on, indifferent to my appearance, I would guess that he was a local police type character, simply because I saw two others wearing exactly the same attire directing people to where they wanted to go. Entering the city proper, I was impressed with the architecture. I should however have been looking where I was going, for suddenly a vehicle seemed to appear out of nowhere. If it hadn’t been for the kind Gentleman that pulled me out of the way, I would have been road kill.
“Thank you,” I said, looking up to the biggest man I’d yet seen, at least eight foot tall.
“You’re welcome, but be more careful in the future,” he said, preparing to walk away.
I am usually a good judge of character, so I was not about to let this man get away without asking for a little help.
“Excuse me Sir, but could you help me further, I seem to be lost.”
Before I knew it I was explaining what had happened to me, he became quite interested in my story, and then invited me to join him for a bite to eat at his place. I knew that I would have to find somewhere soon, so I agreed. As we walked he told me his name was Garreth, I told him mine and we exchanged life stories, by the time we reached his abode, I knew that he had just gone to market selling fruit, and that he possessed his own orchard. He’d been staring at me most of the time we walked so I asked if there was anything wrong.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you are the smallest woman I have ever seen,” he said, taking in every inch of my body with his eyes.
For the first time that day I had noticed the man I was talking too, really noticed I mean. He was quite handsome in a rugged kind of way, with strong shoulders and big hands, I could also tell that his torso was quite big, but couldn’t see it for he wore a long coat that covered most of his body. Once inside his home he took the coat off placing it on the hook next to the door, and then invited me in. It was a big place with large open areas and furniture, which looked big enough to sleep on.
“Would you like a cold drink Cathy?” he asked, using my name for the first time.
“Yes please, I would.”
It was when he returned that I saw the bulge in his trousers, I didn’t know but I could swear there was more than one. Trying not to stare I told him his place was nice.
“Thank you, it was left to me by an uncle.”
The drink he gave me had a distinct alcoholic taste to it; one that I couldn’t identify it was nice however. As the night wore on his drinks started to tell on me, and I had to refuse a fifth drink, I always knew when I’d had enough. He was sitting next to me now, I caught him looking down my top but having my inhibitions washed away by the alcohol I didn’t mind, in fact I found it very flattering. Looking down I could again see that bulge I’d witnessed earlier, this time I saw movement from two different places in the crotch area…it must be the drink I thought.
“May I kiss you?” he suddenly asked.
At first, I was taken aback by this request, because apart from his inspection of my body earlier, he had shown no sign of interest in me in that way.
“Yes, you may,” I replied, surprising myself.
He stooped over and kissed my lips tenderly, surprising me further by gently placing a hand on the side of my face in order to guide his mouth to mine. It was the kind of kiss a man with feelings would give, brushing my lips lightly with his own and then opening his mouth ever so slightly to react with mine. To my delight I found that I enjoyed his kiss, wanting some more. I placed my arm over and around his neck and then attempted to draw him nearer he gladly came forward and embraced me in those strong arms of his. We kissed long and hard, his tongue entered my mouth, kissing now with passion our hands started to wander around each other’s body, both of us going for each other’s chests, I unbuttoned his vest while he unbuttoned my blouse. Running my hands over his slightly hairy chest I kissed him again, he, by now had my blouse off, and was trying to figure out what I was wearing underneath. 
“It’s a bra…you look like you’ve never seen one.”
“I haven’t,” he replied, deadly serious.
“Well… what do the females wear under their blouses?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he shrugged.
We continued kissing, I placed my hand on his lap and then slowly moved it up until I could feel the bulge in his pants, it moved almost on its own, or so I imagined. I found his trousers were held up with buttons, which I thought was cute, so I started to unbutton them one after another, until I was able to get my hand down his pants. Something moved towards my hand, I jerked it out feeling that this was not natural. He asked me what was wrong.
“Nothing,” I lied, “can you take your trousers off?”
He stood up, and then undoing a button that I must have missed he lowered them to the floor, when he stood up, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He had two enormous cocks, but more than that, they seemed to have a life of their own, as if they were snakes that had been attached to his body. Don’t get me wrong they didn’t have eyes and a mouth, if it wasn’t for the fact he had two, I would have thought he was a normal human being, but these things were moving about as if trying to find something.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I suddenly remembered my Father saying something about those symbols on the stone table having two genitalia it was literal. They must have found a way to our plain of existence, which meant that there was a way back.
He sat down next to me and I removed my bra revealing my breasts to his scrutiny. After cupping one with his shovel like hand, he kissed me again. I took in a gasp of air and then placed my hand on his cocks; they both rubbed themselves against it, one pushing its way under my hand while the other was on top. Looking down I still felt a little nervous, but I decided it was the norm here, so what, this could be fun. I lowered my head and placed one in my mouth, it felt strange squirming around inside my mouth, but not unpleasant, and then the other one wanted a piece of the action, for it was seeking an entry point at the corner of my mouth. 
I thought to myself, what the hell, and let it enter also. Garreth was loving this, as he cupped both my breasts, I started to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by two dicks at once, the mere thought of it made me moist. I couldn’t take too much of his cocks into my mouth, for they were both at least eleven inches in length, but I gamely attempted to satisfy their lust for probing. Garreth reached down to my now wet panties and pushed a large finger down into the moistness that was my pussy. He gently rubbed the outside wall deliberately circling the vulva; every now and then crossing over the hole, his finger would brush my fully erect hood.
It was sending me nuts, I was desperate for his finger to plunge into my womanhood and satisfy the lust I was now feeling. Then my wish came true, he circled my clit and then stopped over it, pushing it about very slowly, and then without warning his finger entered his prize, it felt almost as good as a prick being inserted, for I have had men with smaller cocks than this man’s finger. His cocks meanwhile were getting very excited, as was Garreth, he started to moan in a sensual way, I knew that he wasn’t far from coming; this I thought should be interesting. 
Both his cocks jerked at the same time bumping their load into my mouth, I couldn’t take it all, they were just coming to much, he took in a lung full of air throwing his head back, and burying his finger deep inside my pussy. The sperm at least tasted the same as any other, so I was making a good effort too lap it all up. I must have looked a mess with cum juices dripping off my chin, and when he did stop coming, he passed me a piece of cloth, which I used to wipe off the excess cum.
He then picked me up and laid me on the floor, lowering himself down he didn’t even try to position either one of his cocks into my pussy they both found it for him, as if they had been trained to home in on a woman’s scent. The feeling I had when they both entered my pussy was one I will cherish for the rest of my life. They stretched me to the limit, but what a feeling, they seemed to know what parts of my pussy required the right stimulation, also Garreth didn’t have to move at all, he just had to position himself over me, his cocks did the work for him. They seemed to have the ability to shrink and grow, in affect making it feel like they were entering and then leaving, just like a normal cock. 
Then something wonderful happened one of them came out of my pussy, and started to probe my ass, being well lubricated it had no trouble in entering my anus, and plunging into the depths. Garreth groaned aloud, his strong arms taking the weight of his massive body, so as not to crush me. His cocks started to speed up inside both holes; I’d never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life. My orgasms were such that it felt like the first time, the first true orgasm, they were even in sync with each other, while one pushed its way in the other pulled its way out, always ensuring a hole free from any pressure. My legs were starting to feel weak as I climaxed for the fifth time, my mind couldn’t begin to comprehend what it was feeling any more. The pleasures I was receiving from these two cocks had never surfaced before, I started to feel light headed not wanting this to stop. 
Garreth started to cum but his cocks carried on plunging into my body. I vaguely remember him asking me if I was ready for sex, and then thinking aren’t we having it yet. Suddenly his cocks started to go faster and faster, I screamed with the pleasure of it all. I could feel an orgasm a minute at this stage, and I never wanted this to end. I loved his cocks so much, another orgasm, I can’t take much more of this, I then blacked out. Coming around to find they were still going as the wetness between my legs was such that I felt I was sitting in a puddle. I was starting to get sore but I didn’t care I wanted more. They once again started to pump their load into me and the loud moans from Garreth gave away the pleasure he must have been feeling. I reached up gripping his powerful arms as best I could. I felt another orgasm about to erupt. Until this day three orgasms were my record in one sex session, this blew it away. They stopped, vacating each hole I slumped down onto my back unable to talk or move.
“Are you alright?” said a concerned voice.
I just looked up at him and smiled, I was still coming the sensations were so intense, I tried to relax, but my clitoris was pulsating almost as if it missed the cocks that had been servicing it. My feet were tingling and I could still feel the juices flowing out of my body, as if that was not enough, Garreth started to lick his way down my body until he reached my aching pussy. No sooner had he placed his tongue on my clit when I started to cum again, I felt incredibly weak but so exhilarated. He licked me dry and then threw a blanket over me, and let me rest.
I awoke to the smell of food being cooked on the stove, I felt great I felt like I could take on the entire world.
“That smells nice,” I said, looking around.
“Ah…you’re awake at last,” Garreth replied.
“How long have I been asleep…?” I asked.
“About ten hours...”
I could understand that, I’d felt a little tired before we made love, but when we had finished I was exhausted. Thinking about the sex, I wondered if I would ever want to find my way home.

Chapter 2

I awoke on my third day to find Garreth tidying the room after the night before; I had been here now for three days, my hopes of finding a way home had culminated in the successful negotiation of my rights of passage, which was how Garreth put it. I came to this strange land by accident, an old table that was apparently left on earth by the elders, turned out to be a portal for travelling between worlds. The only trouble was, the elders had no knowledge of earth or even of visiting earth, and I had been informed that there were thousands of worlds, not all were populated with humanoids. Even after describing their portal to them, they were no wiser for they hadn’t changed the design in more than five hundred years. 
So there I was, fully capable of getting home as long as I found the right home address, I also didn’t have to worry about working the device, for Garreth and all the inhabitants of this world had their own portals. We had to do a lot of research in order to find my home planet, so today was the day we started.
“We can eliminate all those worlds that are now traveled too, according to the elders your planet was probably a mistaken opening, by perhaps a novice in the art of travel,” said Garreth.
“You mean he dialed the wrong number?” I quipped.
“I do not understand,” said a puzzled Garreth.
“Forget it, if this was a mistake, then it’s a world you will not have on record, which in turn means that I have very little chance of finding my way home,” I hung my head and sat down.
“The elders are not all powerful you know, they can and have been wrong in the past,” Garreth replied, trying to cheer me up.
We left his house twenty minutes later; soon we were at the register office asking to see the old records. I was wearing a short skirt and no panties, which apparently was the norm here. The old clerk looked me over on more than one occasion. He was visibly becoming hard in front of me, with two bulges in his pants that wanted to get between my legs. Garreth coughed looking menacingly towards the clerk, he in turn dragged his eyes off my body and showed us where the old records were kept, and then left us alone.
Upon seeing the records I was again despondent, there were hundreds of folders, each one carrying ten files, which translated to planets. I brought myself around by thinking about Father who must be at his wits end by now. Soon I was getting the folders down from the shelf in order that Garreth could look them over. It would take some time, but if my world were among the files in this room, I would be assured of getting back. 
I climbed two steps of the ladder that was leaning against the shelves, ready to get another handful of folders. When I felt Garreth grip me from behind, his cocks touched my legs no doubt in search of my pussy once again, I didn’t even attempt to move, I knew what was about to happen, my pussy was getting wet in anticipation of it. 
Garreth was a good eight feet tall, so I was just at the right height, which is what turned him on. His cocks had found my cunt and started to enter, the pressure almost lifting me off the step, but Garreth held me firm. They pushed their way deep into my pussy, sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body. Garreth only had to stand there holding me in place, for his cocks did all the work. You could feel them squirming inside, something a normal penis couldn’t do. I had learnt that the men’s cocks on this planet stimulated the vagina first somehow sensing when a woman was having an orgasm. They would then pick up the pace in order to satisfy her needs, if only some men thought like that. They continued pumping me, making me grip the ladder tighter. I was just starting to orgasm when one of his cocks came out, moving up to the entrance of my ass. 
Being well lubricated by my own juices it pushed its way into my back passage, I came, my knuckles whitening with the grip I had on the ladder. They ploughed into my holes with abandonment, my juices flowing down my leg with each second that passed, I thought of nothing but how I would miss this treatment of my body if I did successfully find my way home. 
Garreth started to cum, his grunts and groans becoming the only thing I could hear or understand. His manhood’s never slowed for an instant they just got faster, I could feel every inch of their flesh as the onslaught continued, this was driving me to despair, I wanted to lick them both, taste their seed, and generally lose myself in the moment. The cock in my pussy was now at its fastest, the orgasms were coming back-to-back making me feel lightheaded once again, I think the cock in my ass was the reason I didn’t pass out this time. 
Although the sensations were mind, blowing it was starting to become a little uncomfortable. I ignored any discomfort I might be feeling and placed an arm around one of the rungs of the ladder. I felt like my legs were about to give way, as the last orgasm hit me. Coming inside me Garreth moaned whispering into my ear, that I had the tightest pussy he had ever had the pleasure of servicing. I suddenly found myself wondering about the women’s anatomy on this planet, if the men had two cocks did the women have two cunts, but no Garreth had not been surprised when he had found just one pussy on my body. 
He pulled his cocks out, leaving my juices free to flow down my legs. I still had hold of the ladder, not sure, whether I could safely let go. He gently turned me around taking my weight in his powerful arms; I turned to embrace him, whispering something in his ear.
“That was wonderful.”
Four hours later, we were still in the registers office looking through the files, when I came across one that mentioned pyramids. This could be it; my Father had told me he had found the portal in an Amazon temple ruin. I knew that the Amazonians had built pyramids, and reading further, I discovered (with help from Garreth who was translating it for me) a mention of a vast Forrest. That had to be the rain Forrest. It also mentioned a primitive people that ruled this land.
“That’s it, it’s got to be,” I shouted, jumping to my feet.
“It certainly fits with what you were telling me,” agreed Garreth.
We decided to take it to the elders who wasted no time in opening a portal for me.
I looked at Garreth long and hard with thoughts of staying, but I belonged on earth. I could always visit, for my Father still had the portal he had found, Garreth had explained to me how the portal worked, so I knew how to get back here, still I hesitated. Turning to face Garreth I swore I would return, we kissed hard with an embrace that said take care, and I walked over to the portal and let myself be pulled into its magic once again.
Re-appearing back in my Fathers lab, I quickly spotted him slumped over his desk; he must have worked tirelessly trying to find a way of getting me back. 
“Father, I’m back!” I said, shaking his shoulder.
He sat upright with a bolt.
“Cathy, my dear child, what happened…how did you escape…are you alright?”
The questions were coming thick and fast, and I knew at that point he was pleased to see me…I just smiled and hugged him, knowing that I was very lucky to be back.

Chapter 3

My Father awoke the next morning eager to get on with the adventure ahead, he had discovered a sort of doorway onto other planets and I had been the first to go through the Portal. I had told him all that had happened on my arrival, even the part about the males having two genitalia. 
“So what you’re telling me about the Portal is it isn’t just for females?” My Father said.
“No, it was just set for a female to use.”
“So how do you set it for male and female?”
“You don’t, you set for one and then the other, it has something to do with the amount of electromagnetic current that is sealed just below the surface of the stone, apparently the higher settings for a woman won’t work for a man,” I replied, not fully understanding it myself.
We entered my Fathers lab without any more questions; I think he was eager to see this New World for himself. I made sure I got the settings right before telling my Father how to proceed, because I knew that if I sent him to the wrong place he could quite possibly be lost forever.
“That’s it Dad, once you step through I will reset it for myself and follow you.”
With that, my father grabbed the bag that held a few items, and then stepped into the middle of the Portal. Almost immediately he started to fall in, which was not as alarming as it sounds. I then reset the dials for myself and stepped onto the Portal.
On arriving at my destination, I found my Father inspecting the fauna.
“That was amazing,” he said, talking about his trip, “I want to find out more about that Portal.”
I pointed to the city in the distance, to which we both proceeded. My Father was unusually quiet as we approached the large gates to this magnificent city.
“Is there something wrong Father?”
“No, I’m just a little bit overwhelmed with the fact, that we, have just traveled hundreds of light years in the space of minutes,” he said, looking around. “It takes some getting used to.”
I had to admit it was an awe-inspiring moment in my life too. We entered the city with my Father interested in just about everything we passed, but we soon arrived at Garreth’s home. Garreth was the first person I’d made friends with on this planet, and was the one who showed me a very good time.
He opened the door with a smile, happy to see me again.
“Come in Cathy, this must be your Father,” he said, shaking my Fathers hand.
My Father couldn’t believe how big this man was; he shook his hand and proceeded to stare at Garreth as if he was some prehistoric monster. I could understand this, for Garreth was at least eight foot tall, what I found very funny however, was the fact that Father kept looking at the bulge in Garreth’s trousers. I had told him about their cocks on this planet, and I don’t think he was going to believe this one until he actually saw it for himself.
“Is it true that human males only have one cock?” said Garreth, much to my amusement.
“Yes, it is,” said father, clearly trying not to be embarrassed, “is it true about...
“Yes,” Interrupted Garreth.
My father took a deep breath and then said. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Laugh! I couldn’t stop, which I think broke the ice, for they both started to laugh with me. I found a little while later that my father had been serious, also that Garreth didn’t object to showing my father his cocks, in the interest of science of course. So there I was in the middle of the room watching my father pull his pants down, while my lover was doing the same thing.
“It’s true, you do possess two cocks.” 
I thought for a minute, that my father was going to reach over and touch them, but he didn’t. Garreth was just as surprised as he was, as they pulled their trousers back up he commented on the fact that he didn’t altogether believe me, when I had told him on my previous visit.
With all that nonsense out of the way, Garreth poured a couple of drinks, while father asked one question after another. Just then, there was a knock on the door, to which Garreth answered. It turned out to be his sister, whom I hadn’t met yet. 
“This is Bella, my sister.”
She was a very attractive woman, just over seven-foot tall. Her bust was the first thing anyone would notice, it put mine to shame, not just because she was bigger but because she was fuller at the top, if you know what I mean. Her smile was another thing that struck me it was the kind of smile that told me, I like this person. In all the time, she stood shaking hands and introducing herself, my father couldn’t take his eyes off her chest. 
Garreth poured the drinks again, and we sat talking about our respective worlds. I think it was father who suggested playing a game of their choice, to which Garreth produced a box containing an assortment of games, not unlike those we would play back home. Or, so I thought, it turned out they were a little more adult minded in this world. Most of the games he produced out of this box were sexually orientated, not that I was bothered you understand, I just thought that father wouldn’t want to play such open-minded games with his own daughter in the room. I was wrong…it apparently didn’t bother him at all.
So there we were playing this quite explicit game. It involved writing down what you were thinking about the partner of your choice. You had to be honest or the game wouldn’t work, you were rewarded with points if you discovered the other was concealing the truth. Starting with ten points, with the aim of taking the points away from your opponent, they in turn had to lie at least once in every five questions. Simple I thought, until I tried playing it, for Garreth caught every lie I tried to get past him.
My father was having a little more luck than I was, for he had correctly identified two lies from Bella. You may at this point be wondering where the explicit nature of this game came into it. Well, what I haven’t told you yet is that every question had to be about sex. Bella’s next statement to father was the one that started that nights fun off.
“I am thinking that you want to fuck me?”
“Correct,” said father, not in the least bit embarrassed.
I don’t know if it was the drink or lust but at that point, Bella placed her paper down and then drew my father nearer to her, kissing him passionately on the mouth. It was as if Garreth and I didn’t exist, they were going at it like people possessed. I had to admit a certain curiosity, about the female anatomy on this world. I mean, if the men have two cocks then surely the women had to have something special below the waist. I sat watching my father take her clothing off piece by piece, releasing her breasts was first, I hadn’t realized how good my father was at this sort of thing. It’s not an everyday occurrence, watching one’s father make love to a complete stranger. 
They both stood up at that point, completely oblivious to Garreth and me. I found out why later on, it seems the women on this planet, secrete a certain gene, which attracts their chosen partner. Bella removed her skirt revealing an enormous pussy; the crack didn’t stop where a human female’s would, it came up to the bottom of her belly. My father put his hand between her legs, and you could visibly see her pussy open up and allow his hand in. It then seemed to suck his hand backwards and forwards, almost as if he was fucking her. This must have been turning Garreth on, for he started to kiss my neck while cupping my breasts with both hands. I let myself get caught up in the moment, removing my top and bra and he in turn started to suck my nipples one by one. I quickly unfastened his trousers letting my friends out to play and you could see they were eager to join in, for they were fully erect. 
Removing my skirt I jumped onto Garreth pinning him to the floor, he didn’t seem to mind. His cocks soon found what they were groping for. One entered my pussy while the other entered my ass. I sat up slightly resting my hands on Garreth’s chest while his cocks started to work their magic. Hearing my father’s moans I looked up to find he had got on top of Bella, and was fucking her for all he was worth. I couldn’t watch for long because the sensations I was starting to feel were wonderful. Garreth decided to change our position at that point, he pulled me over with ease, placing me on my back. Not once did his cocks stop their pumping action, he then raised my legs into the air. His cocks pummeling each hole with reckless abandonment, this was starting to feel like the very first time we’d made love, for I was starting to feel light headed. My orgasms were coming fast and furious, his cocks seeming to know that this was driving me wild. 
Then I heard my father shout out that he was coming, his moans of pleasure were arousing me further. I felt Garreth’s cocks start to pump their loads into me, not once slowing down. The juices running down my ass were starting to form a small puddle beneath my cheeks; his cocks went faster astounding me. I think I momentarily blacked out, but Garreth was getting used to this behavior so didn’t bother to stop. I opened my eyes to see Garreth pull the sort of face that says…I’m coming. By the time he stopped, we discovered that Bella had still not gotten enough, and was at this moment sitting astride my father. He later told me that it felt like he was getting a blowjob, while he was fucking, because her pussy was sucking his cock in and out. He also said that it was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced, and although he felt quite inadequate to the task in hand, she had assured him that she was fully satisfied. 
I was once again exhausted, and needed to have a nap. Sitting on some pillows, I put my head in Garreth’s lap. I awoke to find him running his hand through my hair softly.
“That feels nice,” I said, while looking around to find where my father was.
“He’s retired for the evening,” said Garreth; fully aware as to whom I was looking for.
“I hope you don’t mind my father being here,” I said.
“Not at all, he is welcome, as are you,” he replied, “come on, let’s go to bed ourselves.”
With that, we too retired. I couldn’t help thinking as I closed my eyes what the future had in store for us both. I was sure I would soon find out.

The End

Savior

Jessica had stood at the edge of the tower now for well over an hour, and her mind was a mass of conflicting messages. She’d just lost her husband to cancer, and the thought of going on without him didn’t even seem an option. She knew in that second that she was going to step off the edge, had it not been for the voice behind her.
“Please don’t,” it said.
She didn’t turn, but she did stop long enough to respond.
“This is what I want, I just know he’s waiting for me,” she said, feeling a tear running down her cheek.
“If he loved you, and I’m sure he did, he wouldn’t want you to do this. Life is too precious, and I know what I’m talking about, because I’ve been where you are now,” he said.
“How can you go on, if everything you ever loved has gone?” said Jessica, looking over the edge.
“You pick up the pieces, and you brave the storm. It isn’t easy, I should know, but with friends and family behind you, you can be happy again,” he said, sounding a little nearer.
Jessica turned her head, and looked him in the eyes. She always did that with new people, for she believed the eyes were the key to a person’s soul. She liked what she saw they reminded her of her friend’s eyes a friend she trusted.
“Did you lose your wife?” she said, believing that they had something in common.
“Yes, she died from leukemia, and a bit of me died with her that day,” he said, swallowing hard.
“How did you stop yourself, from ending it all?” said Jessica, knowing she could sympathize.
“I had a letter; it was a letter she made me promise not to open, until after her death. She’d given me it two months before she actually died, so when I stood on the edge of my chosen building, I’d forgotten about it. I remembered just in time, and felt I had to read it before I stepped off that roof. It simply said, “If you love me, as I know you do, you will carry on, and remember me with all your heart. I love you, and always will.” 
Jessica couldn’t stop the flow of tears, it was the words ‘I love you,’ that did it, for they were the last words her husband had spoken to her. She felt a sudden sadness for this stranger, and felt a need to talk a little while longer.
“It’s hard to let go isn’t it?” she said, after catching her breath.
“It is, and even though I did eventually come down from my roof, it was another two hours before I made that decision. There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t think of my wife, but I’ve always believed I will get to see her again one day.”
“I believe that about my husband, but I don’t want to wait,” said Jessica.
“Could I ask you your name?” he said, making her stop to think.
“Jessica,” she said, quietly.
“Jessica, my name is Peter and I would appreciate being able to talk with you before you decide anything,” he said, sitting down where he’d stood.
Jessica turned around, and sat on the edge. She felt this man had something in common with her, and deserved a few minutes of her time.
“I can talk for a while, but I’ve made my decision. I’m glad you honored your wives last wish, but I don’t think I can be that strong,” she said, putting her head down.
Peter looked at her face, and watched the tears running down her cheeks. He knew that feeling, and he knew how hard it was to think positively about any kind of future.
“You have to ask yourself Jessica, would he want you to end your life? Or would he want you to find happiness again, and move on? I suspect the later of the two, for if he truly loved you, he wouldn’t want to see you come to harm.”
Jessica didn’t reply, she was deep in thought and whenever she closed her eyes, she saw her husband’s face. She looked up, and caught the smile beaming from Peter’s face and for a brief moment, the corners of her mouth moved upward, but then dropped again. 
They’d talked for the next three hours, and Peter started to get a faint hope that she was wavering. It had taken him that long just to get her to open up about her own life. She now knew almost everything about Peter, as he’d done most of the talking. 
The turning point that night was the weather, for suddenly it started to rain. Peter managed to persuade her to get in out of the storm, and asked her to come for a coffee at a café he knew of, which wasn’t far from their current location.
Once there, they talked for another two hours, and Jessica finally stated that she was going to try to carry on. From that day on, each day was a challenge, and Jessica and Peter became close friends. It was a year later when they met up for a drink in a pub, which happened to be Peter’s local. Peter noticed how stunning Jessica looked, as soon as she walked through the door, and told her so.
“Thank you Peter, that’s very sweet of you,” she said, placing her bag on the table.
“What would you like to drink?” he said, smiling.
“G&T please,” she replied, taking her jacket off and placing it over the chair.
She wore a knee length skirt, and a blouse that hugged all the right places. When Peter came back with the drinks, he told her how foxy she looked, and realized he’d made her blush.
“You’re not used to compliments, are you?” he said, smiling.
“I’m just not used to other men paying me compliments, my husband did it all the time,” she replied.
“Anyway, let’s see now...I saw you last month! So what’s been going on in your life since then?” said Peter, quickly changing the subject.
“I came off the anti-depressants a week ago, and so far I’m feeling all right. I also got another job, which I’m enjoying,” replied Jessica, “how about you, anything interesting happening?” she added.
“Not much, I’m still living alone, and I’m still getting by from one day to the next. Although, I did book a holiday abroad,” said Peter, taking a sip of his beer.
“Oh…anywhere special…?”
“America…or California to be more precise, I always wanted to see the sights, and to soak up some sun for a while,” he replied.
“When are you going?” asked Jessica.
“In two months, I had a couple of weeks due so I thought I’d take them in the sun for a change.”
Jessica was quiet for a while after that, until Peter asked her if anything was wrong.
“No, I was just thinking about going away myself, but I couldn’t go alone, not like you. I’d feel out of place, and not to mention lonely,” said Jessica.
“Well, why don’t you come with me, I think we’ve known each other long enough to be able to share parts of our lives together. We can have separate rooms, and we enjoy each other’s company. What do you think?” said Peter, picking his drink back up, and waiting for a response.
Jessica didn’t answer straight away; instead, she seemed to be digesting that proposal very carefully.
“Yes...why not. I haven’t been away in well over a year, and it would be nice to get away from the same old grind stone,” she replied, eventually, “how much will I need?”
“You’ll need a grand for the flight and hotel, and whatever spending money you decide to take,” replied Peter.
The rest of the night was taken up with talk about what they would see together, and Jessica actually laughed aloud a few times, which Peter had never seen her do. When they were going home Jessica asked Peter in for a nightcap before going off, and he was delighted to hear her offer.
“What would you like to drink?” she said, opening up the drinks cabinet.
“Let’s see, what have you got,” replied Peter, looking over her shoulder, “I’ll have a whiskey please.”
Jessica poured two whiskeys, and closed the cabinet.
“Cheers,” she said, handing him his drink
Peter took a mouthful, and then looked around the room. It was the first time he’d actually seen inside Jessica’s home, yet he’d dropped her off a number of times.
“You have a nice place here Jessica,” he said, asking if he could sit down with a nod at the couch.
“Thank you, we always took pride in our home. Like my husband used to say, “If we’ve got to live here most of our lives, let’s make it as comfortable as possible.”
Jessica sat down beside Peter, adjusting the cushion so that it was by her side instead of behind her, and holding it as if for protection. Peter caught himself staring at her legs, and a sudden realization dawned on him. Jessica was flirting with him. At least that’s what his mind was telling him, but what if he was wrong, what if he was miss- reading the situation. He didn’t want to spoil the friendship they had together, by doing something clumsy like kissing her if she wasn’t open for it.
“Peter...would you mind if I kissed you?” she said, taking all doubt out of Peter’s mind.
Peter never answered he just leaned forward and kissed her lips gently.
“No, I don’t mind,” he said, once their lips parted, “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he added.
Jessica smiled, and kissed him harder, and with a little more passion. Peter placed his right hand onto her cheek, and felt her tongue entering his mouth. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and nothing else mattered. Jessica reached up with one hand, and gently ran it around the back of his neck. Peter ran his free hand down her shoulder, and felt the sweet shiver of one who hadn’t been touched by someone of the opposite sex for some time. 
“Peter...please make love to me,” whispered Jessica.
Suddenly, it was like they’d both wanted to do this for some time, for no sooner did Peter begin to caress her thigh than she ran her hands down his shirt and began to unbutton it. When she felt his fingers lightly brushing her womanhood through her panties, she responded by opening her legs a little more. Peter took the cue, and slipped a finger around the hem of her panties, and gently rubbed her clitoris. Jessica closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. When she felt his finger probing her entrance, she kissed him harder. He then placed one hand onto her left breast, and squeezed it gently. He could feel her nipple hardening in the palm of his hand, as his flesh tightened around it.
She then felt his finger entering her sex, and let out a sigh of built up passion, which culminated with her eyes closing, and her body shuddering with an imminent orgasm. The last man that had touched her in this way was her husband. Yet she felt it was time to let go and in that moment, she felt an urge to make love like never before.
Pushing Peter back, she ran her hand down the front of his pants, and felt the hardness beneath. She then quickly unzipped them and pulled them down, with one swift movement. At the same time, she bent her legs and knelt on the floor, taking Peter’s hardened member between her lips for the very first time.
Peter never said anything; he just stood there looking down as Jessica’s head bobbed back and forth, sending shivers of excitement through his body. The feeling of her tongue sliding along his cock as she kept sucking it in, soon made Peter realize if he didn’t stop her he was going to explode inside her mouth, and he didn’t want that.
Reaching down, Peter stopped her, and asked her to stand up. When she did, he then picked her up in both arms and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her gently onto the bed, he then removed what little clothing he still had on, and climbed onto the bed next to her. They kissed as he positioned himself between her legs, and she closed her eyes as she felt his hardness pressing against her delicate skin.
When he started to slide into her body, she held her breath, only letting out the air once more as Peter picked up the pace. He looked down between their two bodies watching his cock entering her womanhood, and then looked into her eyes. She smiled up at him, and then they kissed passionately. They made love for another hour, before finally lying next to each other and talking.
“You are the first since my husband,” she muttered, feeling it needed to be said.
“I’ve wanted to do that for some time now, but I didn’t know if you did,” replied Peter.
“I’ve always considered you as my savior, and it felt proper somehow,” she said, kissing his cheek.
“If anyone was your savior, it was your husband!” he stated.
“What do you mean?” said Jessica, looking at him.
“I have a confession to make Jessica, I knew your husband. I met him a few times when visiting my wife and it was he who suspected what you would do once he’d gone. So, he made me promise to watch over you, which is why I was there that night. I just happened to be in the hospital when your husband died, and I kept my word by following you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me all this?” she said, sitting up on her elbows.
“I was going to a few times, but I never counted on falling in love with you,” replied Peter, smiling.
Jessica just looked up through the window and beyond the clouds, and then mouthed the words ‘thank you,’ to the heavens, before kissing Peter one more time. As they kissed, she realized that what he’d said to her on that roof was true; you can brave the storm and find happiness again, for she knew she’d fallen in love.

The End

Mind Reader

Kirsty was having a bad day the sort of day that starts bad and just gets worse. She was late for work for one thing, and she knew how fussy her boss was about tardiness. She’d also discovered upon opening the shed door that her pushbike had a flat tire, which did nothing to brighten her day. Therefore, when she ran across that busy road on this particular Monday morning, she wasn’t paying close enough attention to the traffic.
Which would explain why, the bus clipped her shoulder and sent her spinning towards the sidewalk. At first she lay there too stunned to move and seeing many people converging from all directions in their desire to help out, she attempted to get back on her feet. However, raising her head didn’t even seem an option, and she was quickly told to lie still and that an ambulance had been called.
That’s all she could remember of the accident, in fact, she didn’t even know what hit her. When she awoke, she found herself in the hospital with her father sitting next to the bed.
“Ah, you’re awake at last?” he said, leaning forward and taking her hand.
“Hi dad, how long have I been here?” replied Kirsty.
“Two days, you had us all worried…
Suddenly the doctor was there and interrupted Kristy’s father.
“I see you’ve decided to join us in the land of the living young lady. Now then, I have a few things to tell you, and then I’ll leave you alone. First of all your injuries weren’t severe in themselves, but the brain swelling after the initial impact was life threatening? We had to give you a new drug to control the swelling, otherwise you wouldn’t be here now,” said the Doctor, as he walked slowly around the bed.
Kirsty listened intently but kept hearing other sounds in the background. She ignored them, thinking they were probably the kind of ringing noises one gets when you bang your head.
Soon after that, Kirsty was asleep again, and her father was being told she should be alright to leave in the morning. When morning did arrive, Kirsty was full of life and eager to get out of that stuffy bed. She found herself feeling surprisingly alert and her hearing seemed to be acute in the extreme. She could hear a conversation from across the ward, between two nurses that sounded like it was taking place right next to her.
Dismissing it as nothing more than sound travelling well, she got dressed and waved to her father as she left the ward and as he entered to pick her up. At this point her adventure began, because she was about to discover something that made her quite unique. After climbing into the back of her dad’s car, she heard him say. 
“This damned traffic’s going to be the end of me.”
“Don’t worry about it dad, the traffic is always bad at this time of the day,” she replied, thinking he’d been talking to her.
“Sorry love, were you talking to me?”
“Yes, I was just replying to what you said,” she replied, getting more comfortable.
“I didn’t say anything darling, oh and make sure you buckle up. The last thing we want now is for you to bang your head again,” said her father.
Kirsty looked at him thinking he’s losing his mind, and would’ve dismissed it had the next incident not happened so quickly afterwards. Her father had just pulled out of the hospital when another car pulled up alongside them. It had two young men inside, and one of them was staring straight at Kirsty. He wasn’t talking, but she could hear his voice, as he took her figure in through the glass.
“Christ, I’d love to fuck that. She’s got a perfect body.”
Kirsty couldn’t understand where the voice was coming from, because it sounded like the person was sitting next to her. She then heard her father once more, only this time she could see his face in the car mirror and he wasn’t talking. It didn’t take a genius to figure out from that point that she was over hearing their thoughts. At first this seemed like a bad thing, for she felt that perhaps, people would think she was going mad.
It wasn’t until she concentrated hard that she noticed she could block these random thoughts entering her mind. After that event, she practiced with every waking minute, and never told a soul. With a gift such as mind reading, the possibilities were endless.
A couple of days later and she was going back to work, and looking forward to using her newfound powers. She’d thought about how she could use her gift, and some very naughty thoughts had entered her head. For instance, she knew a couple of people at work who liked her, but she didn’t know how much.
She worked in a chain of boutique stores and was responsible for the window displays. She loved her job and had to work closely with several young people, all of which had a different story to tell.
When she arrived at work, her boss greeted her with a warm handshake.
“Thank god you’re alright Kirsty, when I heard about your accident later that day I sent some flowers, did you receive them?” he said, letting go of her hand.
“Yes, thank you. That was very kind of you,” she replied, not wishing to sound ungrateful.
Kirsty didn’t particularly like her boss, as he was a bit of an ass kisser. She’d seen him sucking up to his bosses on many occasions, and it always made her angry to think that that was how one got ahead in this world. Until now, she’d kept her powers locked up, mainly because she had no desire to hear what her boss was thinking.
That changed shortly afterwards though, as she found herself working alongside one of her favorite employees. Kirsty wore a short skirt and a tight blouse that day, both of which complimented her figure. She’d chosen that particular outfit on purpose, knowing that it always turned heads.
“Pam, if you take that box into the store room, we’ll pick out the next lot of clothes that need to be displayed,” said Kirsty, pointing to said box.
“Okay,” was the short reply as Pam picked the box up and entered the storeroom.
Kirsty now turned on her powers, and entered the storeroom behind Pam. Once inside Kirsty climbed the sturdy ladder that was beside the shelves, and began her act. She knew that her skirt would ride up her thigh and she knew that Pam would be able to see her panties from the ground. That was when she overheard Pam’s first thoughts of the day.
“My god, I’d love to lick her cunt. She has such an incredible figure,” thought Pam.
Kirsty, couldn’t help herself, she could feel her panties getting wet, and with every emotion charged second she stood on top of that ladder, the thoughts of what Pam wanted to do with her were making her feel incredibly hot. After a couple more minutes, Kirsty decided to act out her desires, and came down the ladder.
“I’ll be back in a minute Pam, if you could put these in the box, I just need to go to the toilet,” said Kirsty, handing over the few garments she’d picked out whilst on top of the ladder.
“Will do,” replied Pam, completely unaware of Kristy’s intentions.
Shortly after that, Kirsty returned and again climbed the ladder, only this time Pam couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Kirsty wasn’t wearing any panties, and her beautifully shaved pussy was clearly visible. Pam’s random thoughts were coming through loud and clear to Kirsty.
“Oh my god, I think I’m going to cum. What should I do, I can’t take my eyes away. Does she know I can see her? Is she teasing me? My god I want to touch her. I so want to lick that beautiful soft cunt of hers,” thought Pam, discretely rubbing herself against the ladders edge.
Kirsty couldn’t take anymore, so she turned and placed a leg up onto the shelf beside the ladder making it more than obvious she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Do you want this?” she said, gently stroking her pussy lips with a single finger.
Pam never needed any more encouragement, for in that instant she was climbing the ladder and burying her head between Kristy’s thighs. Kirsty threw her head back as she felt Pam’s tongue licking her clit for the first time, and squealed when she felt a finger entering her womanhood. In that erotic charged moment she came, and felt the tongue lapping at her juices as she flooded her friend’s mouth.
“Oh god she tastes so sweet,” thought Pam, as Kirsty pushed her hips into Pam’s face.
Just then, another mind could be heard and at first, it sounded like background chatter, but once she focused on the point of the sound she discovered the young sales rep spying from behind the next shelf.
“Fucking hell, I always knew she was hot, but FUCK,” he thought, as he released his hardening cock and began to stroke it in time with the action before him.
Kirsty smiled, and allowed Pam to continue as both of their thoughts started to overlap one another.
“This woman is such a slut,” thought Pam, poking a finger in fast and hard as her tongue flicked the erect clit once again.
“Christ I’m going to cum too quickly, and I haven’t got a way of cleaning it up,” thought the rep, as he began to ejaculate onto the floor.
Kirsty could almost feel the sensations the rep was experiencing, and it intensified her next orgasm as Pam had introduced two more fingers into the game. Kirsty slipped a hand beneath her own blouse and began to pinch her nipples, as well as rolling the hardened ends around with the palm of her hand. She sensed the rep leaving, and thought it was about time she stopped all this.
Leaning down Kirsty picked Pam up by her shoulders, and ushered her back down the ladder. Once on the ground they kissed and Kirsty told her they’d have to continue this later. After straightening their clothes, they re-entered the boutique and returned to work.
Kirsty enjoyed that moment and knew that none of it would’ve happened if she couldn’t read minds. As she thought earlier, the wonderful games she could play were endless.
The next day Kirsty was assigned to another boutique in the chain, where she had to redress all the mannequins with the latest offerings. Most of the morning she worked alone, but during the afternoon when the store was quieter, a young man was assigned to help her finish the display off.
She’d not met this Guy before, and although she wasn’t into men in a big way, she decided to have a little fun with him. Opening her mind to his thoughts, she quickly became aware that he was quite taken with her body.
“I bet she wouldn’t look at me twice,” he thought, as he witnessed Kirsty smiling at him.
Kirsty had removed her panties once again, and she intended to put on a show for the young Guy, just to make his day. The outside windows were covered in order to keep the display a secret until the unveiling, so Kirsty only had one entrance to be concerned with. 
She positioned herself behind her assistant and bent down to play with the hem of the dress she’d been working on. She didn’t need to see him looking to know he was, for she could hear every single thought.
‘Oh my god, oh shit I can see her pussy. Fuck, that’s making me hard. What I wouldn’t give to fuck that sweet tight cunt, right now.’ ‘Oh wait until I tell the guys later on, they just won’t believe this,” he thought, never taking his eyes away from the show, “Christ my cocks straining, I’ve got to adjust myself,’ he thought, quickly pulling his hardened cock straight.
Kirsty casually turned around and glanced at the impressive bulge in her assistants pants, and then un-noticed, she unfastened two buttons on her blouse and asked him to help her.
“Hold this up for me Ricky?” she said, stooping down and pinning the dress behind the mannequin, fully aware that he could now see her voluptuous breasts.
‘Oh shit, now I can see her tits. I hope she doesn’t see my cock, it’s fucking bursting to get out,’ he thought, pretending not to be uncomfortable.
Kirsty turned her eyes towards the obvious bulge in his pants and deliberately moved around the dress and brushed it with her shoulder. She heard Ricky let out a squeal, but ignored it. Ricky could now feel his hardness pressing against Kristy’s shoulder, and didn’t quite know what to do.
“Oh fuck, surely she can feel that? If she keeps rubbing it like that, I’m going to cum,” he thought, beginning to squirm a little.
Kirsty suddenly had an idea, she would pretend to be pulling the dress down in order to make it tighter looking but at the same time, she would rub him off. At first, she couldn’t quite get into the correct position and then she managed it, and could feel his hardness pressing against her back.
Pushing back slightly she tugged at the dress as Ricky held it in place and allowed her back to slide up and down his shaft.
‘Oh no, oh fuck I’m going to cum,’ he thought, reacting to Kristy’s command to hold the dress tightly.
Just then, he felt the explosive exit of his seed, filling his pants and slowly but surely running down his legs.
“Um…I must just go to the toilet,” he said, letting go of the dress and rushing out.
Kirsty smiled to herself, and only just realized that she’d become wet from playing around. She so looked forward to further days, and all the adventures she’d find herself in. 

Chapter 2

Kirsty had been having a lot of fun with her newfound powers. She could block one mind and know what another was saying, which is just as well, for if she had no control she felt sure she’d go mad with all the random thoughts coming into her mind. She’d already had a bit of fun with her powers at work, and kept coming up with wild and new ideas on what to do next.
On this particular day, she wasn’t at work, for she had a couple of days off and had decided to sunbath in the back garden. It was secluded in the yard, as the only house that over looked Kirsty’s was about twenty feet away and directly situated at the back of her own.
Lying down on the lie-low, she decided to unfasten her bikini top and lay on her stomach. A few minutes later that she realized a thought was entering her mind, but that it wasn’t from her.
“I always love it when Kirsty sunbaths,” came the thought, strong and clear.
Kirsty didn’t move, but was intrigued as to who it was. She guessed that it was coming from the neighbor’s house, but as there were three adult males living there, she didn’t have a clue which one it was. She heard another thought, almost straight after that. It concerned the binoculars he was using, and how well, the zoom function worked.
At that point, she decided to give whoever it was a show. First, she turned onto her back, allowing the bikini top to drop off the lie-low. That of course received an instant reaction from her observer.
‘OH YESS...she’s got perfect breasts,’ thought the admirer, totally convinced that she had no idea she was being watched.
Kirsty couldn’t help smiling, and decided to take it all a little further. As if without another thought, she gently removed her bikini bottoms, allowing them to drop to the ground. She then spread her legs a little knowing exactly what he was focusing on right now.
‘Holy shit...oh Christ...she shaves her pubic hair and her cunt is beautiful,’ he thought, ‘my cock needs to be in on this action,’ came a second thought.
Kirsty sensed him holding onto his cock, and decided to make his day. Slowly but surely, she ran her right hand down her body and rolled a single finger around her clit.
‘Please don’t stop you fucking little slut,’ he thought, pulling at his hardness.
That made Kirsty feel extremely wet, and also like upping the stakes, for suddenly she was opening her pussy lips up with her left hand whilst penetrating it with the other. For a few moments, she almost forgot she had an audience, until she received his last thoughts of the day.
‘I’m going to cum, oh fuck yes. I’m going to explode all over this wall...Ah,’ he thought as his seed burst from the tip of his manhood.
Kirsty couldn’t see it, but there was nothing wrong with her imagination, for shortly after that she came herself. After sensing he’d gone to clean himself up, Kirsty re-dressed and entered the house for a cold drink. She smiled as she realized just how much fun she could have with these new powers; it was almost like finding a completely new sexual position that only she knew about.
Her day was far from over though, as she’d been invited around to her friend’s house to meet her cousin from Sweden. Therefore, after taking the time to put on some make-up and a short dress, she was ready to go.
When she arrived, she found three other friends all talking with the new arrival.
“Ah, here’s Kirsty,” said her friend Gina.
The new comer turned at that point eliciting a friendly smile from Kirsty’s mouth. Kirsty was taken aback by her looks and incredible long soft hair that streamed down her back. She also caught her first thought of the day.
“My, she is very attractive, I’d like to get to know her a bit more,” was the thought.
Kirsty smiled and threw out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Kirsty, pleased to meet you?” she said, expecting a name.
“Tamara!” replied the cousin, as she took hold of Kirsty’s hand firmly.
Soon, they were laughing and had entered the house to eat popcorn and generally mess about upstairs. With six young Ladies all in one bedroom, Kirsty couldn’t help but pick up the thoughts that were emanating from everyone there.
‘Tamara’s so fucking beautiful, I wish I had her tits,’ thought Gina.
‘If only they knew I was a lesbian,’ thought Tamara, seemingly admiring everyone and Kirsty in particular.
That one thought made Kirsty feel wet, and she decided to do something about it. She’d made love to each and every one of the girlfriends in that room at one time or another, so she knew how they all felt about her. She also knew that not one of them would back down from a dare, so she put her plan into action.
“Let’s have a game of strip poker, I dare you all?” she said, making everyone pay attention.
“I’m up for it,” said Gina, followed closely by the rest of them.
Without further ado, Kirsty picked up the cards and threw some pillows onto the floor in a circle. They all took that cue by picking a pillow and sitting down on it. Kirsty then began to deal the cards, and a wicked thought came into her head. 
“Let’s make this a dare challenge, in other words if anyone loses three hands on the trot they have to be dared to do something. If they fail in that dare, they have to remove all of their clothing,” said Kirsty, to a thoughtful audience.
They all agreed straight away to that one, but what they didn’t know was how easy it would be for Kirsty to lose on purpose. In fact, by the time they’d gone through the first three hands, Kirsty had lost all three.
“I bet you wish you hadn’t come up with the dare idea now?” said Gina, laughing.
Kirsty pretended to agree, but secretly she felt hot and ready for whatever dare they might throw her way.
“So, what are we going to dare her to do ladies?” said Gina, with a smug grin.
“I say she has to do something for each one of us, starting with our guest,” said Denise.
“Like what?” asked Gina?
“Whatever you like, and with each request granted she should get an item of clothing back,” replied Denise.
“Well, I know what my dare for Kirsty is going to be,” said Tamara.
“You might as well go first then, while the rest of us think up a suitable dare,” replied Gina.
“Okay. Um...Kirsty...I dare you to please me in the most erotic manner you can think of,” continued Tamara.
Kirsty just smiled and stood up. Walking over to Tamara, she then knelt down between her legs and pulled them apart. Tamara looked shocked and felt hot both at the same time, and lay back as she felt Kirsty’s thumbs hooking themselves around the hem of her panties and pulling them down. The other girls never said a word, they were too busy watching the show and getting very wet.
Kirsty pulled Tamara’s panties completely off and threw them behind her, she then pushed her back gently and spread her legs. Tamara let out a squeal of pleasure as she felt Kirsty’s tongue darting in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans as Kirsty pushed a finger inside were echoing around the large bedroom. At that point, Kirsty was receiving one thought after another, and it was more than enough to make her climax.
‘Kirsty is such a fucking tease, oh but what a beautiful sight. I so envy Tamara right now,’ thought Gina.
‘I want to strap-on that dildo of Gina’s and give Kirsty a good fucking, she never fails to turn me on,’ thought Denise.
‘Right there, that’s it...oh god this woman is a devil, I’m going to cum again,’ thought Tamara, as she placed both hands at the back of Kirsty’s head and pulled her closer.
‘It’s no good, I have to finger myself. She’s driving me nuts,’ thought an excited Julie.
Kirsty was finding it hard to concentrate with all these thoughts going through her mind, but she knew what the others wanted and decided to give it to them. Suddenly she removed her own panties, and carried on licking Tam’s increasingly wet pussy. She knew exactly what would happen next, and she wasn’t wrong.
Gina was the first to move, and she headed straight for her toy box, which was situated under the bed. Taking out a huge strap-on and tying it around her waist after slotting her end into her wet pussy; she hurried back to the scene before them. 
The only thought that Kirsty could hear was Gina’s thought.
‘Get ready you little slut, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming with pleasure,’ thought Gina, as she grabbed Kirsty’s ass cheeks and plunged the strap-on easily into her damp cunt.
The suction from entering and withdrawing made her end rub against her clit, which in turn spurred her on to faster speeds.
The thoughts that entered Kirsty’s mind next were almost too much to decipher, for everyone in that room suddenly wanted to be in on the action. She could sense them all removing their clothes, and the erotic thoughts emanating from each one of them just made Kirsty wetter. The thoughts that made Kirsty the happiest however, were coming from Tamara.
‘My god, she’s making me cum again...oh...I love her tongue. Oh, Christ they’re all joining in on the act. That’s it Julie, suck my nipple...ah…ah...I’m coming again. Look at Gina, she’s really plunging that strap-on in hard. Kirsty’s face is aglow with passion, oh god she keeps sucking my clit in between her lips. Fuck...I can feel my juices running over her tongue, and she’s still lapping it up,’ thought Tamara, as she came once again.
Kirsty was now in an ecstatic state, for as much as she enjoyed Tamara’s taste; the feelings that Gina’s thoughts were giving her as she repeatedly impaled Kirsty’s pussy were just making her cum repeatedly.
‘That’s it bitch...squeal. I want to hear you screaming with ecstasy, I want to hear you screaming that you’re coming. Fuck...you slut...you’re so wet it’s running down my legs! All the girls are going to lick your pussy dry, you lucky fucking bitch. That’s it...cum again, I want to see you begging for more,’ thought Gina.
Kirsty’s mind was now becoming a blur of emotions, as she could feel her pussy gushing over Gina’s strap-on and all the other girls groping her ass and tits. In fact she’d never felt so exhilarated in her entire life, but sensed that something was wrong, for as she came for the umpteenth time she felt herself blacking out. Seconds later she discovered herself lying flat on her back as all the girls licked, pinched, sucked and fondled her used body. Their thoughts were now of how exciting this had all been.
Kirsty could feel herself lying on a damp patch on the carpet, no doubt caused by her own juices. When everyone eventually stopped, licking and touching her Kirsty took in the thoughts that permeated the very air surrounding her.
“I thought I was horny, but this woman is insatiable,” thought Tamara.
“I never get bored of fucking Kirsty,” thought Gina.
“I wish I was this popular,” thought Julie.
All these thoughts were making Kirsty smile, and she looked forward to the coming months. If what had happened to her so far was any indication, she was in for a hell of an exciting ride.

Chapter 3

As yet Kirsty hadn’t shared her newfound abilities with anyone else, for fear of being ridiculed. However, something was now happening that scared her and she felt she needed to open up to someone and hopefully get help in doing so.
 Right now, she was suffering from the most horrendous headaches. If it continued, she felt sure she would go mad, so she made an appointment with her own Doctor and found herself waiting in the surgery to be seen.
“Kirsty, the Doctor will see you now,” said the nurse, as Kirsty felt a new headache coming on.
“Thank you,” she replied, getting to her feet and walking over to the Doctors office.
Knocking once, Kirsty waited for the reply and entered upon hearing it.
“Hello Kirsty, take a seat. Now then, what seems to be the problem?” said her Doctor.
Kirsty wasted no time; she brought the Doctor up to date with what had been happening to her since the accident, in the hopes that the Doctor might have a clue as to how to proceed. At first, the Doctor took all this information very skeptically, until Kirsty told her several things. First, she informed her of her thoughts, and that quickly led to a very embarrassed Doctor, for she was thinking how sexy Kirsty looked.
Secondly, she named the new drug she’d been given at the hospital and that got her Doctors attention.
“Ah, the drug they gave you has been known to give several people bad side effects, although none quite as interesting as this one. Until recently, I wouldn’t have known how to proceed in your case, mainly because this drug is so new. However, there’s been a promising development, with a codeine-based drug, that’s been around for years. It apparently works wonders in controlling these headaches and I’m going to give you a prescription, which I feel sure, will help,” said the Doctor confidently.
Kirsty smiled, and then picked up another thought.
‘Oh Christ, I hope she can’t read what I’d like to do with her,’ thought the Doctor, as she handed over the printed prescription.
Kirsty just smiled, not wishing to embarrass the Doctor further, but couldn’t help noticing her for once. Oh, she knew that her Doctor was a good-looking woman, but until now, she’d never thought of her as anything other than a Doctor. Kirsty casually looked the Doctor up and down, noticing the tight skirt she was wearing and smooth freshly shaved legs.
‘Oh my, she’s checking me out, I must act normally and try to control my thoughts,’ thought the Doctor, pulling her skirt down a little to cover her knees.
It was at that moment of intense thought, that Kirsty discovered a new feeling. She could almost sense the Doctor’s pussy becoming wet, and after concentrating a little harder, she suddenly saw the Doctor’s panties in her mind’s eye. A small wet patch was developing, and before she knew it, Kirsty blurted something out.
“I see you’re getting wet from thinking about me Doctor?” she said, to a reddening Doctor, who was suddenly crossing her legs.
“Oh Christ Kirsty, that’s not fair. My thoughts should be my own, but what do you mean, you can see?” replied the Doctor.
“It’s strange, but all of a sudden I can see things in my mind that weren’t there before. I also realize that my headache’s completely gone, almost as if this is the next development in my powers,” said Kirsty, trying to concentrate harder.
Suddenly she could see the Doctor’s panties moving to one side, revealing a shaved and wet pussy.
“Oh Kirsty, what are you doing...oh god...how are you doing that?” said the Doctor, as she lay back in her chair.
Kirsty could see the Doctor’s clitoris and was somehow able to move it from side to side. She then merely wished for the Doctor’s pussy lips to part and that’s exactly what they did. The Doctor let out a gasp of pleasure, and almost unthinkingly, she hiked her skirt up her thighs, revealing her pussy being played with, by unseen forces.
Kirsty couldn’t help herself from that point, for she could also feel what the Doctor was feeling. Her own pussy was getting extremely wet, and the more her mind manipulated the Doctor’s clit the more intense the feelings became. Yet, not once had she touched anyone physically, and from that point on, the Doctor was lost in this erotic moment.
Her blouse buttons started to unfasten; as did the zipper on her skirt and she could feel forces at work removing these items. Once the blouse was on the floor, her bra unclipped releasing her breasts. She then felt her nipples being squeezed, and cried out with an unbelievable orgasm. Kirsty had her eyes closed, but could see and feel everything that was happening to the Doctor, and she too lay back in her chair as the Doctor came in floods of passion.
Opening her eyes, Kirsty witnessed the Doctor’s pussy being moved, and the dampness that was running down her inner thighs. She then received an urge of importance, an urge to kneel down between the Doctor’s legs and taste her juices. When she did so, the Doctor cried out again, for her clit felt so sensitive to the touch. This was all too much for Kirsty, for as she lapped at the Doctor’s moist loins she too started to cum in waves of intense passion.
Minutes later, Kirsty stood up, looking down on a completely naked Doctor, who was sprawled over her chair and had her eyes closed. She then read her mind to find out what she was thinking of at that moment.
“I’m still coming, oh god this woman’s a devil. How can I share this with anyone else, they’d all think I’m losing it,” thought the Doctor, as she gradually re-opened her eyes.
“I would deny any of the things that have happened here today Doctor, this gift is too precious to allow others to probe and prod me about to gain the secret. So I strongly suggest you keep this to yourself,” said Kirsty, straightening her own skirt before leaving.
She could sense the Doctor’s agreement, and knew that her secret was still a safe one.
Kirsty left the building feeling totally renewed and so looking forward to experimenting with her newfound abilities. In fact, she already had a wicked idea, and one that she wanted to put into action straight away.
For some time now, she’d been going to this small café a few blocks from where she lived and been aware that several models who came from an agency just around the corner frequented this establishment. She’d always wanted to get close to these people, as they had the kind of bodies she always dreamed about whenever she played with herself.
When she arrived at the café, she found it almost empty and decided to order a coffee. Kirsty knew that these girls would come along sooner or later and just kept watching the door. Almost an hour later and Kirsty looked up to see four of these models filing through the entrance. She was pleased that her favorite was one of them, as she had the kind of body that made women wet, and men as hard as rock.
They all ordered a coffee and sat at the back of the café, once seated Kirsty began to focus on all their panties. Quickly discovering that two of the models weren’t wearing any, she then turned her back to them, making sure she didn’t give herself away and began to have a little fun.
The first thing she did, was gently move each of their clits from side to side and listened as all four of them let out muffled sighs of both surprise and pleasure. Kirsty could see in her mind’s eye that they were all shocked, but that none of them wanted the others to know what was happening to them. Kirsty then spread all their legs and proceeded to do the same to each one as she had the Doctor.
The girls felt embarrassed, but couldn’t fight the feelings of intense pleasure that was present in each one of them.
“Is everything alright girls?” said the young waiter, as he brought their coffees over.
One of the models looked him up and down, and suddenly ran a hand over the bulge in his pants. He was taken by complete surprise and quickly backed away, only to feel his cock being squeezed gently as if by a pair of lips. All the girls’ garments then started to unfasten, and the waiter, watched as both his hardness intensified and the models breasts were all revealed to him.
Kirsty loved this, in her mind she could see all of these things happening, and could feel a lot of what she was doing to them. By now, all four girls had given up trying to understand what was going on, and were pulling the waiter about between them. His clothes were removed physically, and he found himself sprawled on top of the table, as each one of the models kissed his body from neck to legs.
When Kirsty sensed all four kissing his hardened cock, her first orgasm hit. She could feel that this young man was going to lose it, and sure enough, as their tongues passed over the tip and base, he started to ejaculate. They were like vultures at that point. They were all licking and sucking him dry as another string of his seed arched over his chest. At no point during all of this did Kirsty stop touching their clits. With her mind and the sounds of pleasure coming from that table were now echoing throughout the room.
It was then that the owner of the café came in from the kitchen to find out what all the noise was about, and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Kirsty decided to stop it all there, as she didn’t want them getting into any trouble. The girls quickly straightened their clothing and redressed the waiter, before apologizing to the proprietor and leaving. 
Kirsty just smiled, before paying her bill and following the girls exit.
She’d had enough fun for one day, and decided to go home. Yet she couldn’t help laughing inside, after all the naughty thoughts she was having come to the surface. The things that she could do with her friends and others that she’d always wanted to sex up. The possibilities were unbelievable, and she couldn’t wait to act upon them.

Chapter 4

Kirsty returned home to find her Stepmother doing the washing up, and being informed that dinner would be at 6.00pm that night.
Kirsty couldn’t help notice her stepmother’s attractive figure as she passed her in the kitchen and for a moment, she had a few naughty thoughts. However, she realized that if she gave away her powers to her family, she’d be revealing the one secret that she never wanted to share. As yet, the only person that knew all of this besides Kirsty was her own Doctor, but she’d promised to keep quiet.
As Kirsty lay on her bed that afternoon, she couldn’t quite shake the thought of her stepmother’s appearance. She’d been wearing a short skirt and tight top, which revealed both her ample breasts and her gorgeous figure. Before long Kirsty was aware that these thoughts were actually making her wet, and she wondered if she should do something about it.
At first she decided not to go there, but the more her mind imagined all the possibilities the wetter she got. In the end, she got up from the bed and proceeded to the kitchen, where she found her stepmother still cleaning up.
Kirsty never said anything; she just sat down at the table pretending to read, but whenever her stepmother turned her back Kirsty would try to focus on her panties. At first, nothing happened, and Kirsty wondered why. The answer came after she’d been fantasizing about her stepmother for a few minutes, for she started to get wetter. She quickly realized that that had happened in the Doctor’s surgery, so she now knew what triggered her powers.
Suddenly she could see her stepmother’s tight panties rubbing against her pussy lips as she continually moved and bent down to clean up. Kirsty grew very excited at that point, after establishing that her stepmother shaved her pussy. She could see two tiny lips rubbing gently together, and the sweetest little clitoris hiding behind her delicate folds of soft dark skin.
Kirsty’s stepmother was Puerto Rican whose name was Elsie, and Kirsty had always gotten along with her from day one. Kirsty’s thoughts now turned to pleasuring Elsie, but taking it slowly at first. Looking past Elsie’s panties once again, Kirsty gently moved the soft folds of skin that covered her clit to one side and began to stimulate her little bud. 
At first, Elsie just stood up and looking around, she visibly blushed. Kirsty smiled and continued the pleasuring, making sure that they never made eye contact. She then checked out Elsie’s breasts, and found her nipples hardening. She found that with a little concentration she could pull and manipulate both nipples at once, which she did.
At this point, Elsie could no longer concentrate on cleaning up and let out a slight yelp as her pussy lips began to move. Thinking that she must be alone, Kirsty got up from the kitchen table and left the room. She stopped in the hallway and could see in her mind’s eye everything that Elsie was doing and feeling. She had her back to the sink and was feverishly poking her pussy with a single finger.
With her other hand she had hold of her left breast, and was squeezing it hard as these wonderful feelings continued to surge through her body. By now, Kirsty could feel her own juices running down her inner thigh, and just had to get in on the action. Without breaking concentration Kirsty removed her own clothing, and took a deep breathe. 
Stepping into the kitchen once again, she was pleased to see Elsie had both her eyes closed as she pleasured herself. Kirsty managed to stand right next to her, before slipping a hand between her legs. Elsie opened her eyes in shock, only to be even more turned on by her stepdaughter’s naked condition. Suddenly, all the inhibitions that once ruled her behavior now evaporated and she felt the need to touch and be touched.
Pulling up her tight top up and removing it to reveal her perfect breasts, she met Kirsty’s lips and they kissed for the first time. Kirsty then bent forward and sucked a nipple past her lips, enjoying the feeling of Elsie’s hand gently holding the back of her head as she did so. She then began to kiss her way down Elsie’s body, until she reached that perfect pussy.
Moving the wet lips with her mind she then began to lick her bud, which made Elsie cry out. She tasted bitter sweet, and Kirsty couldn’t get enough. Soon Elsie was coming and Kirsty was lapping her juices up, and at the same time, she was poking a finger into the pussy before her, almost in an effort to scoop her juices out before they appeared.
Once Kirsty knew that she’d taken Elsie over the top she stopped and laid back onto the kitchen floor, before spreading her legs. Elsie opened her eyes and looked down to see her naked stepdaughter ready and waiting for the same kind of attention. Without hesitation, Elsie then knelt down onto the floor between Kirsty’s spread legs, and slowly kissed the soft skin on her inner thigh.
When she reached Kirsty’s pussy she poked a finger from both hands past her wetness and gently pulled her lips apart, before starting to lick her excited and erect clit.
Kirsty hadn’t stopped moving Elsie’s bud around with her mind, and felt the surge of her first orgasm as Elsie let out a cry. Elsie’s tongue lapped at Kirsty’s juices, as Kirsty arched her back with the intense feelings of pleasure coursing through her body.
Just then, they could both hear voices coming from the back door, and looked up to find Elsie’s husband and Kirsty’s father walking through the door with two work mates. There was no way to cover up in time, and at first, he never said a word. He was in too much shock, yet strangely aroused at the same time. His friend’s jaw had remained open from the moment they’d spotted the pair so entwined and it was Kirsty, who decided to keep this erotically charged moment going.
Quickly picturing their cocks she set about stimulating each and every one until they became erect, and then planted a suggestion in each of their minds that her stepmother was eager to be pleased. By now, her stepmother had risen from the floor, feeling totally humiliated and reaching for her clothes.
“My god man, your wife is so fucking hot,” said one of her husband’s workmates.
That one comment made him move, because he was so turned on by what he’d seen. He just had to fuck his wife there and then. Kirsty was still stimulating their cocks, and making them all extremely hot under the collar, until finally her father invited his friends to satisfy his wives needs.
Kirsty’s stepmother looked shocked, but couldn’t deny that the bulges she could see in each of their pants were making her feel wet. Her husband grabbed her arm roughly, almost pleading to satisfy him and his friends, whilst Kirsty stepped back and continued to play with them all, with her mind’s eye.
After sitting down at the kitchen table, Kirsty began to manipulate Elsie’s pussy lips again and sat back in the chair as the three men surrounded her stepmother. Elsie could be seen reaching out for two of the erect cocks as they came into view, and telling her husband to fuck her hard.
He didn’t need to be told twice, for suddenly he was bending her over and pushing his hardened cock straight into her wet cunt. She moaned out loud, as he plunged straight in and then she felt another cock touching her lips. Upon opening her eyes, she found one of her husband’s friends with his trousers down around his ankles and a large cock in his hand as he stroked her lips with it. Elsie opened her mouth, allowing his cock into her throat, and began to suck with a passion.
“You slut…you’re fucking loving this aren’t you?” said her husband, as he pounded into her wetness with a lust he’d never felt before.
Elsie just moaned aloud with her mouth full, as she eyed the other Guy stroking his cock while he watched the show before him. By now, Kirsty had sat back into the chair and was busily burying a finger into her wet pussy, as this gangbang continued. She was watching the lone Guy stroking his cock. Then, she decided to help him, by squeezing the end of his cock gently with her mind. To him it felt like a pair of lips sucking on his shaft and soon he was shouting out that he was coming.
When he did, it arched upward and landed squarely on Elsie’s cheek. She let out an appreciative moan, and began to feel the telltale signs of the cock in her mouth beginning to jerk. Just then, she could taste the salty man seed as it exploded into her mouth and throat. She could also recognize the sounds of her husband, as he was about to ejaculate.
When he did, she ground her hips onto his pulsating member, wanting to feel him filling her up with his man seed. Then they all turned towards Kirsty as they heard her coming in the back ground, and watched for a couple of minutes as she repeatedly thrust her finger into her moist womanhood.
When she’d finished, Kirsty quickly got redressed and left the room without saying anything. She felt nothing needed to be said, besides, she could tell by the satisfied looks of everyone there that they’d all enjoyed it immensely.

Chapter 5

Kirsty was feeling quite happy the next day, and decided to visit her girlfriend Cricket at work. Cricket was a hairdresser; a damn good one and Kirsty always sought her advice before doing anything with her hair.
On this day, Kirsty’s mind was full of naughty thoughts, as she’d recently been given a gift after an accident. A gift that was changing her life in incredible ways and one that she’d managed to keep a secret. She’d found after being given a brand new drug (following the accident) that she could now read minds. Not only that though, for it seemed her powers had developed over the course of those few days into something that made her someone you shouldn’t trifle with.
She could now move things with her mind, and it felt so exciting. She’d recently given her newfound powers a test run and found that whenever she stimulated other people in a sexual manner, she could feel their desires and needs. 
At just that moment, the beauticians came into view, and Kirsty froze. She could see Cricket kissing her boyfriend, and although Kirsty knew Cricket was still seeing him now and again it still made her feel jealous. Ducking behind a wall, she hoped they hadn’t seen her and wondered what to do. Just then, she could hear his motorbike starting up and realized he was going.
After another minute, Kirsty decided to head to the beauticians and try to forget what she’d seen. Cricket, who was smiling from ear to ear, greeted her at the door.
“You just missed Joe,” said Cricket, completely unaware of how Kirsty thought of him.
“Oh well, never mind,” replied Kirsty casually.
“Is something wrong Kirsty?” 
“No... Yes...no... Oh damn it I don’t know, I just get jealous when it comes to sharing you,” replied Kirsty.
“Well, you don’t need to anymore, because I’ve just broken up with him. He says he wants to remain a friend, (yeah right) so we broke up amicably,” said Cricket.
Kirsty immediately read Crickets mind, and smiled after finding out that it was the truth.
“Oh, that’s great news...but why? I thought you liked Joe?” replied Kirsty excitedly.
“I did, but I fell in love with someone else,” said Cricket.
At first, this new info didn’t quite sink in, and Kirsty visibly frowned until she picked up from Crickets mind that she was referring to her. At that moment, Kirsty could feel a tear welling up in her eyes and tried to hide the fact.
“You’re such a softie,” said Cricket with a smile, as she handed her a tissue, “now then, have you come to get your hair done?” 
“Yes, I thought I’d better have a trim as I have a few split ends,” replied Kirsty, stepping into the beauticians proper.
“Well, you’re in luck, my next appointment isn’t for another hour so take a seat and I’ll join you in a sec,” replied Cricket, indicating a swivel chair that she should sit on.
Kirsty’s mind was racing now, for this news of the breakup had come so unexpectedly. She wanted to celebrate, but how and when. Then she remembered her powers, and decided to use them on Cricket in way of thanks for making her so happy. When Cricket returned with a couple of clean towels, Kirsty noticed what she was wearing for the first time
She was wearing a very short skirt with comfortable looking shoes, and wore a tight tee shirt, which made her look quite big up top. Around her skirt was a fancy looking silver and leather belt, which was clearly for decoration as opposed to holding anything up.
“Now then, you just want a quick trim? Is that correct?” said Cricket, as she noticed Kirsty checking her body over, “behave yourself,” she added, watching the oh so innocent look on Kirsty’s face as she looked up.
Kirsty smiled and turned her back to sit in the chair proper, which gave her a wonderful view of Cricket in the mirror in front of her. She then felt Cricket’s hands sliding through her hair, trying to gauge the length. Kirsty took a deep breath as Cricket’s hands lightly massaged her scalp, and for a moment, she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations
She then felt Cricket sliding her leg between her thighs, as she began to cut her hair. When she reopened her eyes, Cricket’s breasts were a mere six inches away. She could just make out the nipples as they caused indents in her tee shirt, and decided to act. She was already feeling quite horny, so she knew she’d have no trouble using her gifts.
First, she concentrated very hard and suddenly saw Cricket’s nipples clearly through her mind’s eye. She then went to work by gently squeezing them with her powers, and noticed how quickly they stood to attention. She also noticed Cricket looking around as if to find the door open, no doubt thinking the cool air was responsible for suddenly making her nipples harden.
Kirsty just smiled, and concentrated a little harder. She was now looking past Cricket’s skirt and panties whilst looking down, and could see that beautiful soft mound of skin that surrounded her pussy. Without messing about further, she suddenly pulled Cricket’s pussy lips to either side of her opening, which made her jump slightly. She then began to stimulate her clit by moving it around in little circles. Suddenly Cricket was rubbing her thighs against Kirsty’s leg, undoubtedly assuming that her leg was responsible for giving her these feelings.
Kirsty was now feeling extremely wet, and could see Cricket’s juices glistening at the ends of her soft lips. When she felt Cricket rubbing a little harder against her leg, she decided to spread her pussy open and really get to work. Now Cricket wasn’t sure what to make of this, for she suddenly felt both wanton and incredibly horny. 
“Lock the door,” thought Kirsty, sending the signal to Cricket’s mind.
Cricket quickly walked over to the door and locked it; she then pulled down the blinds and hurriedly returned to Kirsty. After assuming the position between Kirsty’s legs once more, she felt her pussy stretching once again. Kirsty then physically lifted up Cricket’s tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She then pretended to place her hands around the back to unfasten Cricket’s bra. In reality, she used her powers to unclip it, for she couldn’t quite reach.
Once the bra fell to the floor, Kirsty leaned forward and gently sucked a hardened nipple into her mouth. From the moment Cricket had resumed the position between Kirsty’s legs, Kirsty had gone to work on her pussy and couldn’t believe the remarks coming from her girlfriend’s mouth.
“Fuck Kirsty, I feel so hot, you’re making me so god damn wet just by rubbing your leg,” said Cricket as she continued to rub her crotch against Kirsty’s tight jeans.
Kirsty didn’t respond, instead she manipulated Cricket’s clit a little harder and faster, which in turn made Cricket cry out.
“Oh god I’m coming, whatever you’re doing don’t stop,” she screamed, as Kirsty saw the juices flowing into Cricket’s panties with her mind’s eye.
By now Kirsty was feeling every bit as horny as Cricket and couldn’t help what she did next, for suddenly she stood up and pushed the semi naked Cricket back against the basin. With a combination of her powers and her own physical strength, she lifted Cricket onto the side, and pulled up her skirt. Cricket was both surprised and a little unsure as to how Kirsty had managed this, but decided the feelings that were coursing through her body were too good to ignore.
Looking down, Cricket watched Kirsty almost tearing her panties off before starting to lick her moist pussy with a passion she’d never felt before. Unknown to Cricket however was the fact that Kirsty was using her powers at the same time, and hitting the ‘G’ spot with some accuracy.
“Oh Kirsty, my god I’m going to cum again,” she shouted, clutching the side of the basin as her legs spread up and open in the air.
Kirsty licked, lapped and sucked as Cricket’s intense orgasm hit home. Kirsty’s own panties were now getting wet and she felt she needed a release, but she just had to pleasure Cricket some more before that happened.
Just then, they both heard a motorbike pulling up outside the shop, and Kirsty knew it was Joe returning for something. Her mind quickly raced at that point, as she decided to put her powers to the test. Several things happened then, the first was the unlocking of the beautician’s door with her mind, followed by a signal to Joe that he should hurry into the shop and lock the door after him. She then intensified the feelings Cricket was receiving making her unworried or even concerned as to what was going on around her. Joe then entered and locked the door behind him, before stripping off his clothes, as something in his mind was telling him to.
In his clouded mind, he could see Kirsty licking his ex-girlfriends pussy and hear Cricket’s screams as she once again started to reach yet another orgasm. This was all too much he simply had to be a part of this action. He then had an overwhelming desire, to approach Kirsty, and take her from behind, and without another thought, he did just that.
Kirsty allowed her jeans and panties to fall down and stepped out of them as Joe approached; she then readied herself as she felt his powerful hands clutching her buttocks. As she felt his hardened cock sliding into her well-lubricated pussy, she returned her attentions towards Cricket once again and licked harder and faster than before.
Joe was able to watch Kirsty performing cunnilingus through the large mirror on the wall as he continued to slam his cock into Kirsty’s tight hole from behind. He also had a strange feeling he was being used, but that thought didn’t last long. Kirsty looking back, as her tongue slid around her lips. She knew she was approaching that wonderful moment of release, and felt completely lost in the moment.
As she started to cum, she heard Joe’s groans of excitement and realized that he was on the verge as well. Suddenly all three were moaning aloud and filling that small shop with sounds of sheer bliss. Cricket, whose nipples were harder than ever before came so hard, she felt faint. While Kirsty’s legs almost gave way, as her own orgasm hit the spot and she could feel Joe’s Cock pulsating as he too came in streams of man seed.
When they’d all come down from their own little clouds, everyone was too busy redressing to talk. Joe it seems had left his scarf, and once retrieved had this overwhelming desire to leave. Whilst Cricket couldn’t help staring at Kirsty, wondering how she suddenly became so good at giving head.
Kirsty knew this of course, because she read Cricket’s mind in order to evaluate what was going through her head.
“That was the most intense sexual experience of my life, but how did you become so good?” said Cricket, as she pulled her tee shirt back on.
“Oh I don’t know, perhaps it was the good news you gave me about breaking up with Joe,” replied Kirsty with a grin.
“I’ll have to give you more good news in the future then,” said Cricket, with a grin, “that reminds me, did I hear Joe’s voice while you were servicing me?”
“No, you’re probably just remembering his moans as you came, thinking perhaps he was here,” lied Kirsty, knowing full well that she’d successfully blocked that part of the scene from Cricket’s mind.
“Anyway, I’d better get your hair trimmed young lady, or it’ll never get done,” said Cricket, finally feeling herself.
Kirsty sat back in the chair, wondering what her next sexual adventure would entail. 

The End

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About the Author

I was born in Hull, England. I’ve been writing for some years now mainly for the pleasure of it all but with the advent of self-publishing I’ve entered a completely new world. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. If so, I’d love to read a review from you just to show me that you did at least enjoy the story.

Discover other titles by Carl East at Smashwords.com:

Title 1 – The Erotic Bundle

Title 2 – The Best of the Best

Title 3 - Forbidden Love