They skipped the pregame warmup on this go-around. Exiting and reentering the dream world had recharged both of their libidos. Jonas just wanted more orgasms, and he led his girlfriend to the bed to start working toward that goal. They kissed and fondled, a pair of horny girls in love. Jonas immediately started squeezing his tits as Miranda focused on his wet little mound. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts. He lay back and spread his legs, giving Miranda all the room she needed. She rubbed him furiously, performing quick clockwise circles with her fingers and then going in for the penetration.
Jonas howled with pleasure.
“How’s that naughty girl like getting her pussy pounded, huh? Does she like it?”
Jonas moaned resoundingly, “Yes!”
His chest heaved, his great breasts jostling erratically. There was one thing about tits that he didn’t fully understand until now—a modest increase in size substantially increased their mass and momentum. It was impossible to keep them still with Miranda giving him a good finger-pounding. Often they would slap against his chest violently, almost painfully. There was a lot of tit-flesh to keep under control this time!
Two fingers were enough to bring him to orgasm. He rode the pleasure-lift all the way to the top of the mountain, and then it burst through his loins. Juice rushed out of his tender slit, and Miranda had herself a taste. Jonas closed his eyes and rode the waves of ecstasy, and then his girlfriend was on top of him, kissing him, swapping his release into his mouth. He savored every drop of it.
Miranda gave one of his tits an affectionate squeeze. “I didn’t change my body this time, but I put in a request. A special surprise for us.”
“Yeah?” Jonas asked feebly.
Miranda crawled to the edge of the bed and reached underneath. At first, Jonas thought that was the special surprise. He rubbed himself over the fantastic view of her ass, eyeing those wet pussy lips and imagining his face buried between her legs, eating her out. He was horny just thinking about that; he knew what it felt like now! She was sure to taste fresh and sweet in the dream.
Instead she pulled out not one surprise, but a few surprises: dildos. There were rubbery silicone dicks, plastic vibrators with fully-charged batteries, doubled-ended cocks, anal beads, and—
Jonas rubbed his eyes. “Are those anal beads?”
Miranda giggled. “I didn’t specify what to put under the bed. I just told Pamela to put a variety of toys down there. I guess she included anal beads.”
His girlfriend didn’t want to just use them on herself. She wanted to use them on him. Jonas took a long look at each toy. Miranda had some back at home, but never had they been meant for him. Girls’ toys or not, he didn’t care. Right now he had the body of a girl, the parts of a girl, and he was still horny as hell. He gave his sopping wet mound a slow rub as Miranda picked one from the pile—a silicone seven-inch dick—and crawled toward him. She sucked on the tip and then aimed it at Jonas’s achingly-empty crotch.
“Is my boyfriend ready to get fucked?”
Jonas inhaled sharply. “Less words. More sex.”
Despite the intimidating size of the toy, Jonas’s pussy was perfectly capable of taking it whole. And it was just that—a toy. Not a real cock. Just a toy in the shape of one. And it was amazing. He wasn’t sure at first when the tip pushed inside his tight entrance. There wasn’t much leeway in regard to the room inside of his pussy. Miranda pushed a couple inches in, pulled it out, licked it some more, and penetrated him a second time. Jonas felt his inner walls stretching to surround it. It was by far the largest thing he had ever had in his womanhood. Compared to two fingers, it was enormous. And compared to two fingers, it felt better.
“You sure that’s … oh shit … gonna fit?”
Miranda smiled. “Please, I’m an expert at this. You’re gonna be seeing stars when I’m done.”
Holy hell the pleasure! The way it filled him was indescribable. He squeezed his tits hard as she pushed it all the way in—he had to use his hands on something, and his tits were right there. Much like his clit, his nipples were on fire.
Miranda was gentle with it. Having a fake cock inside of him was a completely new experience, but Jonas wanted more. A lot more. He told his girlfriend as much, and she began forcefully pounding him with it. Every millisecond spent with his pussy gaping open was tingly anticipation for it to slam into him again. And slam it did! Miranda made sure he got the full experience. She pounded him so hard and quick that Jonas let go of his tits and clenched the sheets. Pleasure exploded throughout his body, and more juice oozed from his hot little hole. Orgasm number two made him scream.
“Oh fuck!” Jonas panted. “Oh fucking shit.”
Afterward, Miranda had herself some warm, tasty dessert. She licked the dildo clean and savored some of the leftovers down on Jonas’s snatch. He was still so tender from the orgasm that every muscle in his body tensed up when her tongue went diving into his hole. But he couldn’t tell her to stop. More post-orgasmic shockwaves rocked his body, and more juice ran to her tongue. Her lips and chin were gleaming with it when she was done.
“Mmmm, pussy juice or cum? I think I like the former better.”
Next, Miranda fetched the plastic vibrator. With a flick of a small switch on the base, it buzzed to life. Meanwhile she shoved the fat silicone dildo into her own snatch and sat on it while she lined up the second toy to her boyfriend’s nether region. Jonas held his breath as it came near. The air around his pussy seemed to vibrate shortly before the tip of it touched his clit. When it did, he immediately cried out in pleasure.
Miranda giggled. “I told you. Not until you’re seeing stars, hon!”
There was no sense of time passage, no awareness of whether or not it was day or night. Inside the dream world, it didn’t matter. They weren’t in their real bodies, and they rarely got tired. Jonas only followed the clock of orgasms. Number three was purely from clit stimulation. A vibrator was a hell of a toy when you had a pulsing clit aching for attention. Miranda kept it down there until he couldn’t take any more stimulation. He pulled away, begging for her to stop. Of course, only seconds after this he had two fingers in his pussy to satisfy that emptiness between his legs. He allowed his clit time to recover.
Jonas and Miranda took a short respite. They cuddled in the bed, watching the fish and other aquatic life pass by the glass room. It all appeared authentic, despite the logistical impossibilities of such a place under the surface of the ocean. Even when just cuddling, Jonas’s body remained primed. He couldn’t stop rubbing himself, playing with his tits, kissing every spot on his girlfriend’s sexy body. She was equally as wet down below. They swapped their juices, sucked on each other’s nipples, giggled when Jonas gave her a hard slap on the ass. Miranda paid him back in full for that.
“So what next?” Miranda asked.
“Anything.”
Next it was the double-ended dildo’s turn to receive the workout. Jonas guided one end to his throbbing hole, and his girlfriend did the same. They rocked together, slamming their bodies back and forth, grunting, moaning, screaming. Jonas loved the double-ended dildo because there was more weight behind each thrust, more satisfaction of having his pussy pounded and filled. Miranda was pushing into him, fucking him. Even though the cock was fake, it was easy to lose himself in the illusion. A few minutes later there was a puddle of sweet-smelling pussy juice between them. It was impossible to say who had been leaking the most.
Then Jonas was on his hands and knees taking a full load of anal beads into his ass. In the heat of the moment, he was just there for the pleasure, the orgasms, and having his ass full and his pussy rubbed was something that couldn’t be put into words. He lost track of what was where. All the toys sent his female body to a new height of pleasure. Him and Miranda both. Hours passed. He couldn’t say for sure how many. The sheets became sodden with female juices and sweat. The room smelled of sex. Eventually his pussy became so tender that he couldn’t touch it. He had been fucked so much that the ins
ide of his vagina was throbbing and sore. Yet he was still horny, still on the edge. Jonas played with his tits as Miranda crawled up beside him and kissed him softly.
“Time to go back yet?” she asked.
“Probably soon, I reckon. Feels like it’s been long enough.”
“Whenever it is, it’ll be too soon.”
There was no going back after this, Jonas knew. The first time they came back to Mind Travel, he was getting himself a female avatar and fingering himself again. It might be weeks from now, or months. Hopefully not. In any case, he couldn’t wait. Neither could Miranda. Sex in the real world wouldn’t be the same again, though he was somewhat eager to have his cock back. With all the fucking his pussy received in the dream world, it was easy to forget how it felt to have one. He’d probably get to use it again tonight.
The room began to blur, turning white.
Miranda cuddled against him. “Kiss me one more time before we go back, hon. I don’t want to leave yet.”
Jonas did. She tasted of juice and sweat and sex, and every combination in between. He held her close, feeling the curves of her naked body, caressing her skin until she faded out of existence. The dream world slipped away, returning to the bright white room behind door 9.
Jonas’s boner was raging to free itself from his pants.
“That’s it for the Mind Travel cruise,” Pamela said. “The ship is returning to port. Hope you have your baggage ready. Did you have fun? Make any good memories?”
Jonas licked his dry lips. “I think so. I … I’m gonna be coming back in the near future. My girlfriend and I both are.”
“Excellent!”
Miranda was already waiting outside. Matt and Brandy, too. They were all smiles. Matt’s cheeks were thoroughly red, and Jonas found out why—apparently he had gotten a lengthy introduction to a double strap-on dildo with Brandy at the helm. One for the ass, one for the pussy. Jonas wasn’t even aware such a thing existed, but it didn’t surprise him. He made a mental note for next time.
When it was just him and his girlfriend, Miranda slipped an arm around his waist and walked with him to the car. “I think today was a good day. Lots of sex. Beautiful scenery. You got to experience the female orgasm.”
“Yep,” Jonas agreed. “No complaints.”
“But I expect some gratuity when we get home.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well.” She pulled him closer. “I helped you achieve most of those orgasms. Pretty sure I did. And right now I could use some dick. You know, the traditional sex.”
“Oh?”
“First thing when we get home,” Miranda said. “You’re fucking me.”
Jonas kissed her on the cheek. “Consider it done.”
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His Name was Harold
“It’s all falling apart.”
Jeff offered a reassuring shoulder squeeze. “It’s just a small rut. Give it some time and everything will be going smoothly again. These things happen.”
Yeah, they happen to other people, Abdul thought. Not to him. Never to him. It had all been going so well, too. A full-time job at the mill. A new two-story house. A loving wife. The makings of a long-lasting family right there within his grasp. It was what every honest man dreamed of. Then the mill decided to reduce their hard-working staff of two-hundred and eighty people down to one-hundred and ninety-two. Abdul didn’t make the cut. Overdue mortgage payments began to pile up. Stephanie started seeing another man. And all within two months! Overdraw from the American dream fund and it bites back hard.
Abdul’s life had been reduced to a station wagon full of essential belongings and growing debt. Thankfully he still had one benevolent friend to rely on.
Jeff remained optimistic. “We have a couple guest rooms. Never use them for anything other than to throw old boxes and such into. You can pick one of those until you get on your feet again. Whether that’s a few weeks or a few months, don’t matter.”
“How much—”
Jeff waved his hand. “Not a dime, buddy. I wouldn’t do that to a friend, not after what you went through.”
If one more string were pulled, Abdul would’ve gotten teary-eyed. “Thanks. That means a lot. And hopefully it’s not for that long. I don’t want to feel like I’m intruding on you and Veronica.”
“Nah, she won’t mind a bit. In fact, she probably won’t mind the company when she has her stay-at-home days. Our closest neighbor is four miles to the west. Sometimes she gets lonely. You’d be doing her a favor, I reckon.”
Jeff and his wife lived in the boondocks. Officially eleven miles out of the city limits. All his life Abdul had lived in suburban neighborhoods, so it was a mild shock when the dirt road that moseyed over several gentle hills ended abruptly at a blue single-story house not far from the shores of Lake Wymer. He turned the overstuffed station wagon into the driveway and stopped at the two-car garage.
“Home sweet home.” He gave Abdul’s shoulder another firm grip. “What do you think?”
“It’s nice.”
“Probably a little further out in the woods than what you’re used to, but it’s perfect for us. During the summer Veronica and I take a few trips to the lake. Take the boat out. Don’t have to worry about any noisy neighbors. Can see the stars at night. No car horns or sirens blaring. It’s just right for the two of us. How about we get your stuff in?”
After a couple weeks of outright hell, Abdul wanted to throw himself onto a bed and never wake up again for forty-eight hours. He was mentally and physically exhausted from packing his belongings away into cardboard boxes and signing mountains of legal documents. And dealing with Stephanie. It felt like she had thrust a dagger into his heart and left a gaping hole behind. When he touched his chest, sometimes he swore he could feel the actual wound.
Jeff suggested the spare bedroom that wasn’t crammed full. Abdul agreed to it; anything was better than nothing. One by one they hauled everything in. Jeff furnished the full-size bed with some clean sheets and pillows. Abdul stuffed all his clothes in the small closet. They stacked everything else neatly. Abdul wasn’t planning on staying forever, so most of the stuff remained in the boxes.
Once all the heavy lifting was finished, Jeff and Abdul shared a beer out on the backyard patio. In the distance, Lake Wymer glimmered under a hot summer sun. Little specks moved along the sparkling blue waters. Boats perhaps. Abdul couldn’t tell. Farther beyond that was a nuclear power plant jetting fat white plumes into the blue sky.
“View would be better if that plant wasn’t there,” Jeff said, tilting the bottle back and chugging down several gulps. “No telling what’s going into the atmosphere.”
“It’s only steam,” Abdul pointed out. “Harmless.”
“Yeah … right,” Jeff said. “I’m just waiting for the day when something goes wrong and we have to evacuate. That one right there is one of the dirtiest in the country. They keep finding nuclear waste in the ground, sometimes several miles away, sometimes carried down streams and such. And people keep wondering why cancer is on the rise. Hrmph.”
Abdul silently sipped on his beer. He wasn’t a fan of the taste, but he wanted to be polite. Jeff had just offered him a free place to stay. Without him, Abdul might’ve been living on the street. He had no living family members or relatives in the country.
Veronica returned from the grocery store later that afternoon. Jeff hadn’t been joking about her. Twelve years ago, she had risen to the podium as prom queen with Jeff at her side. She was still just as beautiful as her high school photos—full-figured, as gorgeous as any supermodel, and with a smile that could melt a stone heart and make a man’s knees weak. Jeff introduced her as she started preparing supper.
Everyone sat down to eat. Veronica’s meatloaf was the best food Abdul had eaten in weeks. Nothing beat a home-cooked meal. Stephanie had stopped making those a long time ago.
“How long are you staying?” she asked.
Abdul told her, “A few weeks, probably nothing more.
I hope nothing more. I don’t want to interfere—”
“Nonsense,” Jeff said. “Like I said earlier, it doesn’t matter. However long it takes you to get on your feet again. We’re not rushing you to get out of here as soon as possible. Right, sweetheart?”
“Of course not,” Veronica said. “Jeff told me everything that’s happened, so I’m not going to mention a word about it. You’re welcome to that guest room as long as you like. And while you’re here, we fully expect you to eat with us. Jeff will just have to deal with less leftovers.”
“Damn, you’re right,” Jeff joked. This incited laughter from everyone. He patted his belly. “Well, maybe that’ll help me take off a few pounds. Wife’s been saying I’m looking pudgy. I’m no longer that high school handsome stud.”
Veronica blushed and looked at Abdul. “Don’t pay attention to him.”
That’s how supper was. Abdul ate and listened to Jeff and his wife confabulating about the hotter-than-average summer and how the front lawn was starting to lose its color, the Jeep’s underinflated right-front tire that never seemed to hold air, about whether or not they should adopt a pet—which started a playful back-and-forth argument about the pros and cons of cats versus dogs, and when their next trip to the lake was going to be, which all depended on Jeff’s busy work schedule.
Once the meal was finished, Abdul wiped his lips and said, “Thank you.”
Veronica flashed him a smile. “You’re welcome. How did it taste?”
“Great, but I didn’t mean just that. I mean thank you for allowing me to stay with you, eat at your table, have my own bedroom. This time last week I thought I was going to be on the street. I cannot express to you how grateful I am.”
Jeff smiled. “Hey, what are friends for, right?”
It was an hour before Abdul was finally able to close his eyes that night. Little things kept him awake, like thinking about how deep in the red his bank account was going to be before this whole mess was over with, where he was going to apply for his next job, and that the mattress was stiffer than what he was accustomed to. And he thought about Jeff and Veronica, the textbook American couple who had seemingly achieved it all. Abdul was jealous of their happiness. Deep down he wished he could discover that happiness again.
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