Magali hands me a cold beer. I’d just helped assemble her bathroom shelf. Céline sits quiet on the black couch, eyes devouring me. Six months pregnant from some sperm donor. They live together, best friends. My brain spins. Last night, I swear I fucked that blonde hottie opposite me. Made me cum like a beast. Reality blurs with dreams.
Her light blouse clings. Magali’s tight swimsuit strains against massive tits. Nipples poke hard through thin fabric, begging release. I gulp beer to drown filthy thoughts. Vision blurs. Céline catches my glass. I slump on the couch, out cold.
The Awakening Rush
Floating now. See my body below. Magali rides me doggy on warm carpet, pussy gripping tight. Céline hovers with me. I’m losing it, cock throbbing in astral form.
‘No fear, you’re not crazy,’ Céline whispers in my head. ‘Watch her love your cock. She’ll be mom too, thanks to you, baby.’
‘How?’ I stammer.
‘You love us. You’ll father our kids.’
Erection pulses in spirit. Voyeur thrill watching myself pound her. Céline grabs my hand. We rocket through space. Suns, stars whip by. Earth gone. I’m naked. Her sheer nightie flutters. No cold bites. ‘Surprise. Margaret awaits. Naked? She’ll love it.’
Back on earth, Magali keeps my body hard. She feels me deep, cums hard. Then fingers probe her virgin ass. She shivers, spreads cheeks. My purple head presses her tight ring. She pushes back. Cock slides in, huge, filling her guts. She clamps down, milks me. I explode without thrusting, screaming her name, flooding her ass.
She flips quick, jerks my cock to hold my spirit out. Maintains the link.
Céline grips tight. We dive black hole. Pure dark. Her voice soothes. Stone path under bare feet. Tunnel glows white ahead. ‘Don’t look down,’ she warns. Narrow bridge over abyss. Shadow stirs. Sulfur breath. Bridge crumbles as we leap safe.
Raw Act of Forbidden Bliss
White robes wait. Golden wine warms us. Pure bliss shivers like endless orgasms. We step into light. Fall forever. Crash back.
Eyes open. Night fallen. They wear orange silk tunics, shoulders bare. Céline kisses me soft. They cuddle close. Her hand strokes my brow. ‘You’re my baby’s dad. Margaret chose you, elite seed.’
Flash to goddess. Caramel Indian skin, black eyes, sari. Tropical garden, waterfalls. ‘Your galaxy’s only hosts. Sun killed my amazons.’ Voice in head. Takes me aside. Kisses cheeks, then tongue invades, ginger spice. Strips me bare.
Kneels. Sucks my cock slow. Tongue wraps shaft. Grows massive, balls huge. Veins bulge. She gulps deep, eyes teasing. I buck, scream, cum rivers. She injected serum. Enhanced for breeding.
‘Felouque returns you.’ Demons wrecked bridge.
Months later. Threesome life in mansion. Charlotte born blonde. I fuck them nightly, potent seed flowing. Rich ancient funds. But I weep at work. Friends ghosted. They’ll replace me when spent, pickle my corpse.
Annie bursts in. Shakes me. I collapse.
Head pounds. Slaps sting sweet. Black refuge calls. Wake in sunlit room. Vanessa, my real wife, enters. Tears flow. ‘I love you.’
It was madness. Delusions fed by succubi spies. Annie saved me. Now, Sunday morning. I eat her pussy outdoors. She screams orgasms. Soon, ass-fuck time. Sushi after. Real love. My secret thrill: that forbidden dream lingers.