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Jeffery and Cheryl experiment with science fiction
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
*** Chapter 21 ***
Cheryl startled Jeffrey back to life by zapping the chair out
from underneath him. He fell to the floor, hitting his rump on the
somewhat rough carpeting. "Ow!", he yelled.
Cheryl apologized, having underestimated the force of the impact.
She changed the flooring from carpet, to a smooth, comfortable
surface, kind of like foam rubber. It was soft to the touch, but you
wouldn't sink down into it. Deidre nodded in approval. She
simplified the room, eliminating all the furniture, and making the
room square, and smaller. There were no doors. Jeffrey stretched his
legs out, and started to sit up.
Cheryl stepped over him, straddling his legs, with her hands on
his shoulders. Her pussy was almost right in his face. Her scent was
mesmerizing. She squatted down, pushing his shoulders, and forcing
him to lie down. He didn't complain. In seconds she was straddling
his pelvis, her pussy wide open, and his cock pointed straight into
it. He grabbed her hips, and helped her ease down onto him. She
teased him a bit, pulling up just as the tip of his cock touched her.
Deidre was watching intently, noticing the elements of Cheryl's and
Jeffrey's technique she hadn't seen yet. Cheryl finally sat down,
squeezing him between her legs, and his penis sank deep into her
vagina. With that done, sitting stationary and upright, she looked up
at Deidre. "Well, come on!! Take a ride!" She squeezed her vagina,
sending a silent, invisible wink to Jeffrey. He squeezed his own
muscles, sending the reply.
Deidre was standing over Jeffrey, with her feet on either side
of Jeffrey's head. She was facing Cheryl. Deidre smiled at Jeffrey,
then squatted down. She got on her knees, and twisted around to take
one last look at her pussy's target. "I'm gonna come all over you",
she said to him, with a wide grin. Jeffrey sent another "message" to
Cheryl, who then smiled at Deidre. Deidre then slowly settled down
on Jeffrey. His face disappeared between her legs. She squirmed a
bit, nestling him in, and allowing her pussy to open to him. Her lips
opened around his. She put most of her weight on him, pinning him
down. Her legs squeezed his head-- blocking his ears. Jeffrey
tampered with the image to allow himself to breathe, through his nose.
His mouth was sealed to Deidre's cunt. He started to probe it with
his tongue, and he reached up and found her tits with his hands. Even
though he couldn't see, hear, or talk, he did an admirable job.
Deidre's breasts were a little larger than Cheryl's, and her nipples
responded to his touch just as quickly. His tongue circled her
clitoris. She started moaning.
Cheryl, jealous for a second at Deidre's state of arousal,
started rocking back and forth, and then started sliding up and down.
Jeffrey started to bounce underneath her. She didn't feel as
involved; Jeffrey couldn't reach her body with his hands, and she was
watching him play with Deidre. Deidre and Jeffrey left the world of
self-control before Cheryl did-- Jeffrey being unable to communicate
with her any longer, even through his cock, which was too busy inside
her now. As she saw Deidre show familiar signs of an approaching
orgasm, her own seemed far away. So, Cheryl tried something new. She
whispered to herself... "Let him hear me. I've got to talk to
him..."
Jeffrey was startled by Cheryl's voice, which was coming from
inside his head somewhere. "Jeffrey... I need you... Take me with
you..."
Jeffrey pulled his tongue from Deidre for a moment. He replied,
just as Cheryl had. He had never thought of this use of the Device
before. "You ARE coming with me... I'm giving as much of myself as I
can..."
He took one hand off of Deidre's bosom, and grabbed Cheryl's
hand with it. "You have to hurry, I can't hang on much longer..."
Cheryl had yet another good idea. "You can hang on as long as
you want..."
Deidre's juices were getting to Jeffrey. Even without his
tongue, she was starting to come, and the juices he was swallowing
were making him lose touch with everything. He managed to get a final
few words out to Cheryl... "Use... A... Conditional...".
Cheryl knew what he meant. She sent a few words to him. Not
only did those words give the Device a rule to follow, but just
thinking them sent Cheryl into a deep level of intercourse. "You
CAN'T come... until I do..."
*** Chapter 22 ***
Jeffrey's tongue was back inside Deidre's body. He had it grow
inside her, so that it was long, and thrust it in and out, feeling the
texture of her vagina with his tongue. Every contraction squeezed it.
Her come started to leak over Jeffrey's face. Deidre's orgasm
continued, and more come flowed from her than Jeffrey could drink.
She loved to come, to see the fluid leave her own body and cover
someone else, as if it was evidence of her pleasure that she could
keep. With the Device, the amount of fluid she could produce was
unlimited. She took advantage of it. Jeffrey's hair was wet, even,
beneath her pelvis. It made him slippery, and she slid her body
around a bit.
Jeffrey was on the edge. Cheryl's pussy was ready to suck his
come out of him, and he was ready to shoot it into her, but he just
couldn't. He was on the edge, but couldn't go over it.
Deidre, exhausted, out of breath, and completely drained, let
her orgasm complete itself. Jeffrey knew that it was over, and
returned his tongue to his mouth. With a sucking noise, Deidre
lifted herself from Jeffrey, who immediately started panting. She lay
down next to him.
Cheryl went on for a few more minutes, sometimes taking it easy,
and sometimes very intense. She started coming when Jeffrey took both
tits in his hands. Jeffrey felt her orgasm. His own was still
pending; the semen already built up, and ready to leave him. Finally,
just as Cheryl finished coming, Jeffrey went stiff, pushing his cock
in as far as possible, and letting his come enter her body. It was
finally over. Fluid leaked from Cheryl, into Jeffrey's pubic hair.
Deidre was still panting. Touching the puddle of her own come,
which surrounded Jeffrey's head and made his hair both wet and sticky,
she talked to Cheryl. "Not bad, huh?"
That was another running joke between them. Always highly
competitive, Cheryl and Deidre had even compared the quantity of
their own come, as if that was some measure of sexual ability.
Cheryl said, "Not bad, but...", and pointed to the spot where she
was joined with Jeffrey, and liquid was still dripping out.
"That doesn't count. That's Jeffrey's too."
That got Cheryl to her feet. Staring Deidre right in the eyes,
she said: "Oh YEAH?? Take THIS, then!" She squatted down a bit,
still straddling Jeffrey, and a flood of come lurched forth from her
pussy. It was very warm as it poured onto Jeffrey, and didn't stop,
as if someone had left a faucet open. "So there!"
"Okay, Okay, you win! Stop already, you're getting ME all wet."
Since everything was wet anyway, Cheryl shook her pelvis once in
Deidre's direction, splashing her with the hot liquid. Then the flow
stopped, and Cheryl's pussy closed. Things had gotten quite silly.
"Time for a shower, I think", Jeffrey said quietly. With that,
Cheryl transported them all to the top of a grassy hill, outside, in
the dark mid-afternoon as some storm clouds rolled by. It started
raining. The rain was warm, and cleaned them all up. Jeffrey sat up,
and rinsed the come out of his hair. Nobody said anything about
Cheryl's novel way of taking a shower.
A few minutes later, the rain stopped. It was warm and breezy
out. The seagulls from last time were back, though they made less
sense here since there was no ocean in sight. The sky lightened a
bit. Everyone was warm and dry, still naked, after a time. Nobody
said anything, until Cheryl finally broke the silence. "So, what do
you think of my boyfriend?"
Jeffrey's ears perked up. He was Cheryl's boyfriend. He liked
that.
"I'd take him myself if he wasn't yours." So flattering!
Jeffrey had to return the comment.
"You're BOTH good. I haven't been able to overestimate Cheryl
yet." Jeffrey licked his lips. "And you DEFINITELY know what you're
doing, Deidre." She smiled. Both girls slid over and leaned up
against him. He put one hand on each of them, gently caressing
Cheryl's left breast, and Deidre's right. They sat again in this
position for a "while" (minutes having no real definition).
*** Chapter 23 ***
Cheryl sat up. "Well, shall we go back? Or do you want to go
flying or something?"
Deidre wasn't too excited about flapping about thousands of feet
from the ground. "Well, I'm kind of beat, and I don't want to
impose.."
Cheryl answered: "It's no trouble at all. We can go back and
find something REAL to do..."
Deidre jumped in. "Well, there IS one thing I'd like to SEE
with my own eyes, if you two will oblige me. "
Jeffrey answered, "What's that? Whatever you like."
"After all, we could have just done what we did in real life,
almost. Well, what I'd really like to see is what Cheryl told me
about. I want to see her pussy swallow you, if you don't mind."
Jeffrey looked at Cheryl. Her pussy looked so small... It
looked like she was thinking about it.
Cheryl, without turning her head, said, "Ok... Let's go back...".
A moment later, they were back in Jeffrey's apartment, just as they
had left it, except that the floor was clean and dry now. Deidre's
eyes lit up. "You're really going to do it?"
Jeffrey smiled a bit at the thought. Cheryl first said, "Of
course! That's what you wanted, right? Not as if we haven't done it
before! But this time, I'm going to do it RIGHT, so I don't lose
reality..." She pointed to Jeffrey, and uttered a command: "Shrink!"
Jeffrey looked around, at himself. "Huh?" Nothing seemed to be
happening.
"You're a little too big to fit inside right now!" Cheryl
pointed to her pussy, which did indeed seem to be tiny when one is
considering being inside of it. "So, I'm shrinking you. About cock-
sized would be very nice!"
Deidre ran her fingers through Cheryl's bush, touching for an
instant the lips of her pussy. "I can't believe it!"
Jeffrey was shorter than Cheryl now. He reached up and touched
her, and his hands slid down her sides as he shrank. When he only
came up to her knees, she sat on the floor, spreading her legs, with
one on each side. She waited. Deidre knelt down beside Cheryl so
she could get a close look.
Jeffrey was now only about six inches tall. He looked up at
Deidre, who smiled and then laughed at him. He didn't say anything;
he didn't know what his voice should sound like. He walked to
Cheryl's crotch, and ran his fingers through the stiff, wiry hair,
touching the moist lips that he only could have moved with both hands.
Unlike before, she hadn't grown a bit. He couldn't have climbed over
her legs, even. He started to walk away from her, as if he was having
second thoughts about being subjected to it all. Cheryl would have to
do this one.
She grabbed him, as he was walking away. Her grip was gentle,
and she wrapped all her fingers around him to hold him. She brought
him close to her crotch. Her other fingers went inside, and she
rubbed him, coating him with her slippery fluid. She had to lubricate
him to get him inside. She held him on his back, her hand around him.
She leaned back. The time was here. She poked him towards
herself, with his feet first. His feet bumped up against her skin,
very close to her anus. She brought him up, and with one hand opened
her pussy. His feet and legs slipped effortlessly inside. It was
warm, soft, and infinitely more realistic than before. He could feel
every response of her vagina as he slid inside. Cheryl pushed him in,
past his knees, telling him to hold stiff. He wouldn't fit otherwise.
She let go, and grabbed him again, higher up. This time she pushed
him in past his waist. Her cunt, inside the lips, was sucking at him.
She let go again, and laid down, no longer looking. She raised her
knees. Deidre watched with intent as her pussy began sucking. He'd
move out a bit, then in, each time a bit deeper. Jeffrey realized
that he didn't want his arms to be last inside; as his chest was
pulled in, his put his arms at his sides, letting Cheryl grasp them
and pull them in, too. Cheryl took a deep breath, and pulled him in,
up to his neck. She took a few deep breaths, breathed the words "Say
goodbye!", and with another effort, expanded her vagina, sucking
Jeffrey in completely. Her lips slid around his head, brushing
against his ears, and, as he was pulled into the hole, closed.
This time, Jeffrey was able to see Deidre's curious face right
up to the time when Cheryl's pussy closed. Deidre, still shocked,
hesitated before pulling Cheryl's labia apart with her fingers. By
the time she did that, Jeffrey had disappeared into Cheryl's vagina
beyond where she could see him.
"He's gone?"
"No, he's inside me. I can feel him. Like that."
"What's it feel like?"
"It's kind of like having a man inside you. I mean-- a penis,
kind of. Except--" she giggled-- "this one knows right where to touch
you!"
Jeffrey was having a tough time moving his arms around inside
her. Her vagina was very strong, and it was a tight fit. He decided
to find a sensitive spot inside her-- it would be interesting to
Deidre to see Cheryl come with no outside stimulation.
"Can I talk to him?" Deidre asked.
"Well..." Cheryl put two fingers inside, to open a space for
Jeffrey to talk through, but he was too deep. She pulled her fingers
out, and her pussy snapped closed again. "Oh, of course. Go ahead."
Now Jeffrey could hear the outside world, where all he could hear
before were the rumblings of Cheryl's intestines, and heartbeat. He
could breathe, so he was able to answer. His voice, somewhat muffled,
came from between Cheryl's legs.
"How is it in there?" Deidre asked.
"Warm and cozy. Really wet too. Even wetter if I can find..."
Cheryl giggled again. A powerful contraction of her vagina
nearly crushed Jeffrey.
"Look up, not too far inside. That's where mine is."
"Fine," came the voice. "But where's UP? There's only in, and
out."
"It's kind of rough. You'll find it."
Jeffrey reached up. He could just reach a rough spot with his
fingertips. He used his legs to try to climb up, but couldn't bend
his knees. He slipped, and the tightness forced him further in. His
feet were caught in her cervix.
He pulled one foot loose. Now that there was a little room to
bend, he started sliding his whole body back and forth through the
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