An Invitation from Beyond

[missla]

Michelle

Stan was kissing me hard, while my hand continued stroking something else that was hard. His cock felt enormous in my small hand, but I did my best as I moved it up and down, slow at times and then I picked up the speed. Stan then picked me up and set me down in his lap, his erection standing up straight against my stomach. I rubbed up against it, teasing my clit, and causing my lips to open in anticipation. I raised up a bit, holding his cock, and positioned myself over it. I felt the head enter (Oh, it felt great), and began to lowere myself further - my petite body was so filled, I didn't know if I could do it. Finally, I pushed down and he was in all the way. I started coming before he even started moving. He pushed up against me, and suddenly I heard a crash as the candles blew out, and I passed out.

 

[SexyChele]

It takes me a couple of minutes to recover from the intense orgasm that Joe has lead me to. I smile slyly.....tease me, will you?? Well, two can play at that game, you know.

I sit up, and slowly crawl to Joe. As I reach him, I lift my face and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I feel his hands on my breasts, and I lean into them slightly before pulling away.

Smiling coyly, I help Joe take off his shirt, and push him back down. I crawl slowly up his body, until my body is stretched out against his. My lips seek his, as I feel his hands running along my body. I start to work my way down his neck and shoulders...licking and tracing with my tongue. Joe gives a sigh, and closes his eyes, concentrating on what I'm doing to his body. As my lips and tongue approach Joe's chest, my hands begin to pry open his pants, wanting to free his cock to be able to play with him.

As I reach his chest, I go to first one nipple and then the other. Circling with my tongue, watching him become aroused, and gently sucking and licking him. As I do, I feel Joe's hand stroking my hair, and I know he wishes me to move lower. I smile to myself...

Finally freeing Joe's cock from his pants, my hand begins to lightly, almost delicately stroke his shaft, as my mouth moves down his stomach to his abdomen. I pause just long enough to pull the pants from Joe's body, and then continue my licking and teasing, while watching Joe's erect cock come to life. Tracing my tongue around his hip, my other hand reaches out and grabs his ass, slightly using my nails.

As I move down to Joe's thighs, I hear him sigh, and smile at what he must be going through. Moving myself between his legs, I begin to lick and trace circles with my tongue on his inner thigh, while my nails lightly rake the inside of his other thigh. I see Joe start to slightly raise his hips and I know he wants to feel his cock encased in my mouth.....but not quite yet. I slowly make my up his thigh, so close to his cock he can feel my breath, my hand still lightly stroking him. He is pushing now, wanting that beautiful cock sucked....but not quite yet.

Taking a quick lick at the base of his cock, I slowly move on to his balls where I start to lick lightly, listening to him moan. Gently, I take one of his balls into my mouth, licking, sucking, relishing the feeling of its firmness. My tongue darts around it, imagining the sensations that must be coming about from it. I slowly move to the other one, providing the same ministrations as to the first. Joe seems almost paralysed by now, but his moans and groans tell me that he might just be finding this slightly pleasurable.

Moving further down, I manage to lick and nibble Joe's ass. He bends his knees to provide me better access, and I use my hands to spread his cheeks wide, while my jabs at his puckered hole. As I'm licking him, Joe starts to buck, and I know he will be close soon, if not already. Using my finger, I massage his hole until my tongue fits in very nicely and I'm loving the reaction of his hips bucking as he feels my tongue slide into his hole!

Slipping my tongue out, I move forward, this time concentrating on the skin between the anus and his balls. Sucking, licking, kissing this most tender spot, smiling as I listen to Joe beg me to let him cum. I simply smile, as I turn my face towards his balls, relishing their feel against my face.

Suddenly looking up at him, I asked, "Oh, would you like me to suck on your cock as well?" I smile at the begging in his eyes, and keep looking at him as I grab his cock and let my tongue slowly circle the head. The pre-cum that has accummulated there is wonderful, and I lap at it with eagerness. I open my lips and take the of his cock into my mouth, closing my lips on the head. With my tongue still teasing, I begin to suck. Joe places his hand on my head, trying to get me to take all of it. I start to move down the hard shaft, determined to try to take him all in. As I do, I start to suck hard, as well as stroking the base. When I have as much of his cock in my mouth as will fit, I begin to move my head, slowly at first, and then building with intensity. Joe begins to move against my mouth, faster and faster, until I have difficulty keep up with him. He suddenly holds my head still as he fucks my mouth. I know that he is so close now, so taking my finger, I insert it into his hole. With this, Joe is pushed over the edge, and I start to feel his cum spurt in my mouth. Swallowing frantically, I try to take every drop. It seems as though his stream of cum is never-ending, and I begin to wonder how much just one man can have. Finally, I feel the spurts ending, and I begin to milk his cock for every last drop.

When at last he is spent, I lay down next to him, with my head on my arm.

"See what happens when you tease a lady?"

 

[rambling man]

Joey

I lie beside Cassie, feeling unbelievably exhausted. I came so hard, much harder than I had ever thought possible. My anus still felt the lingering remnants of the pleasure she gave me. I made a mental note to return the favor the next time. I kiss her lovingly, my taste still clinging to her lips, and I playfully tease her nipples.

If that's what happens to a boy that teases then I will have to do it more often. I slide my finger against the crack of your ass, pressing on the hole for a second, then removing my finger and grinning at you.

Then I remember the strangeness that overtook me before our mind blowing session of passion. I ask "Cassie, did you notice anything strange about me before we had sex? Like I wasn't myself?"

 

[afternooner]

Alex

My head begins to spin, a sick feeling comming from my stomach rises in my throat and Tiffanny has fainted in my arms. I take a deep breath and my adrenalyn kicks in. I know I must get out of here and take this girl with me. This is no trick with mirrors and lights this is something that is beyond my comprehension, beyond normal. Something supernatural and we need to get away from it.

I look around there is no audience, no lights, no orcestera. Only a very old and vacant theater, dust and cobwebs all around. the smell of rotten wood and moldy fabric everywhere. But looking down, I see three sets of footprints in the dust
Tiffany's, mine and......a set of ladies high heeled shoes! Holding Tiffany tight I race for the nearest exit. Stage Left It says on the door and it opens as I scramble through.

We are on another stage considerably smaller more intimate like a dinner theater There is no audience, no orcestra ,the only sound is a phonegraph playing somewhere off stage, the tune I can't make out but it sounds familiar. The stage is new, the floor polished and clean, the curtains fresh, brightly colored. In the corner is a four poster bed with a brocaded comforter and big fluffy pillows. I carry Tiffany to the bed and lay her down gently. Poor girl I think, Why did I have to drag her into my nightmare or was it hers too?

I'm not sure about anything except I'm glad I'm not alone. I'm sure I'd be going out of my mind if I was. With Tiffany here even though shes
unconsious at least she provides me a thread I can hang on to A thread that keeps me sane.

Tifanny stirs as I lay her down and her eyes grow wide with fear as she comes to, I hold her gently and lay down beside her, rocking her gently ,I whisper, "There, there. It's over now, we're safe here. Some how I know that if we stay together and trust each other, we will be alright. she looks at me her eyes soften and her body relaxes next to mine.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I soar into the spa room extinguishing the flames on the candles. I know that my time here is drawing to a close. But I must have him first. I must feel the length of him within me. With a miniscule amount of energy I have left I enter Michelle's body.

"Stan!" I cry out through Michelle. Stan Waterford. That was the name of my dearly departed loved one. All of me that is still rational knows that this is not my husband but I do not care. I want him to possess me. Make love to me as I had been deprived of all these years.

As I sit upon his lap, I tickle his neck and ears with my tongue. "I want you so much Stan. Make love to me as if it may be the last time you ever feel a woman again." I feel his body begin to stir. I cannot wait for him to fully accept the situation. Placing my hands upon his shoulder I slowly ease this body up and down the length of his ample penis. In my wildest dreams I could not have imagined a more glorious feeling.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

Snuggled next to Joey felt so good....and so right for the moment. Even now I could still feel his heart pounding. When he asked me if something strange had happened to him, turned over to face him.

"Yeah, it was a little strange. I mean....it was YOU...in that it was your body and all. But it wasn't you. The voice was different. I think that's what set me off first. But then when I turned around and looked in your face, it's weird, a feeling came over me, I just that you weren't you. It's gonna sound strange, I know, but it was almost like one of the possessions deals they're always talking about in the movies, ya know? Like with Whoopie Goldberg in Ghost, when Patrick Swazye entered her body. Wish I could discribe it better....it was weird."

 

[Xantham]

Stan and Stan

My brain fights for consciousness. I feel something rip and suddenly I am tumbling through the dark in my mind...
...voices...
Do you, Stan Waterford, take this woman...
...lights, bright lights...
You may now kiss the bride...
...candles...the candles were lit again...
I can't wait to get you home, Lauren...
...dizzy...
C'mon Stan, drink up, it's not everyday you get married...
...droning buzz of voices...
Soon honey, the guys want to buy me one more round...
...white, so white, so...
Alright, why don't you have Jeeves drive you back so you can get yourself all decked out, I'll be right behind you...
...focus, have to focus...
No, I'm fine, I'll see you guys after the honeymoon...
...nothing else...
...darkness...
I open my eyes, Michelle is riding my cock like her life depended on it...
...my mind flickers...
I open my eyes, Lauren is riding my cock like her life depended on it...
...my mind flickers...
The ghosted image of Lauren (Who?) is superimposed over that of Michelle, but it grows dimmer while I watch...
...more voices...
Someone else enters my consciousness...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Grace Miller

Winthorpe sat up so abruptly I jerked backward, surprised. He looked around the kitchen, his face shining with a mixture of astonishment and happiness. “I’m alive,” he said. His mouth stretched in a huge grin. He stood up, looking around some more, then began to laugh. “My God, what is this place?”

I stared at him, suddenly wary. What had happened to him? Had he lost his memory? I asked him if he was okay again.

Then his gaze turned to me, and he seemed to be seeing me for the first time. He took my hands, smiling. "Call me Richard, Rich -- even Dick. Anything but Mr. Winthorpe." He laughed again, and it was a sound of pure joy. "My God, you're beautiful, and I'm a fool. How long have you been working for me? Three years?"

Before I could answer, he released my hands and went over to the window. I watched, amazed, as he took off his tie and tossed it into the garbage. This was the first time in three years I had ever seen him without a necktie. Then he turned back to me and gestured at the table. We both sat down once again, and he took my hands. The happy, almost giddy, expression faded, and he began to talk about his experience. His speech was halting, and there were long moments of silence as he floundered to describe exactly what had happened, but it soon became clear that he too had revisited a particularly painful experience from his past. I listened with growing horror to the story of the dead pledge.

But as his narrative continued, my horror soon turned to pity. If I had heard this story a week ago, or even yesterday, I would have torn my hands away from his and walked out of the house, refusing to have anything more to do with him. Now, however, I saw his sorrow, his remorse, and his determination to make things right. I could feel nothing but compassion for the dead boy and for this man in front of me, who had been little more than a boy himself. How terrible it must be to live with the knowledge that you had helped cause someone’s death, even accidentally. I couldn’t judge him, because I could see that he had spent years judging himself. Something had happened to me while I was out. Whatever it was, it had changed me.

At last he finished, and we were both silent for a long time. He stared forlornly at the tabletop, as if he feared looking me in the eye. I touched his hand and for the first time said his name, “Richard.”

He looked up at me. He seemed a little tense, as if he expected me to condemn him. I smiled at him and he seemed to relax a bit. “I can’t imagine what it must be like to live with a secret like that,” I said. “It seems that we’ve both been carrying around a lot of baggage. Maybe that’s why we had that…experience a few minutes ago.”

Briefly I outlined what had happened in real life between Dan and me, just to give Richard some background. He listened attentively, wide-eyed with surprise. This was the first time he had heard about the breakup - I had never confided in him because I wanted to keep that professional distance between us. As I described the hurt and the anger I had felt, he squeezed my hand, and I put my other hand on top of his and squeezed back. When I described the fantasy encounter with my ex, he began to smile, and when I got to the part where I flung my ring at Dan, he laughed out loud, as if to say, “Good for you!”

Finally I was done, and I sat back in the chair, awash in a wonderful feeling of relief and liberation. I gave Richard my warmest smile and said, “I’ve wasted two years mourning over Dan. Wondering what I had done wrong. Beating myself up for letting him treat me that way. When I had that – that hallucination, or daydream, or whatever you want to call it, I got the chance to tell him off the way I always wanted to. It set me free, Richard. I see things differently now.” I blushed a little, then added, “I’m even seeing you differently now.”

I squeezed his hand again, stroking the back of it with my thumb. “I don’t know what is going on in this house,” I said. “I don’t know a whole lot about the paranormal, but I do think that something really important has just happened to us. Something allowed us to revisit the most painful moments of our lives, and now we have a chance to make things right.”

 

[Stirling]

Richard

It seems my experience wasn't unique. Grace too had endured this out-of-body experience or hallucination or whatever you wanted to call it, also involving something disturbing, but in her case it wasn't guilt, but bottled up resentment against her ex.

Her ex?! Here she was, working for me, and I hadn't even known she'd been engaged. She must've been thrilled to be getting married, and then crushed when this Dan person broke it off with her. But I hadn't even known-- she had never let it affect her work. But whoever he was, this Dan, I silently cursed him for a fool.

"It set me free, Richard," Grace was saying. "I see things differently now." I nodded, listening intently. Your loss, Dan, I thought, looking at her beautiful face, her soft curves which even the stern business clothes she wore could hide. She blushed prettily, adding, "I'm even seeing you differently now." I smiled at her in return, then blushed myself.

"I don't know what is going on in this house," she continued. "I don't know a whole lot about the paranormal, but I do think that something really important has just happened to us. Something allowed us to revisit the most painful moments of our lives, and now we have a chance to make things right.' "

I nodded, trying to think about the task at hand and not these new feelings I was having for Grace. "That's true, but what could be the source of it? Is it the ghost of Mrs. Hillcrest? Or some darker power? What if these … blackouts … happen again? Or to the other guests? This could be like 'The Shining.' I think we'd better continue with our plan of searching the mansion." I took another belt of the brandy then stood up, scratching my head. "Now where did I leave those flashlights?"

Grace immediately handed me one of the lights. I laughed. "Ah, thank you. Shall we?"

We made our way back into the hallway, our flashlights illuminating the way. We conferred briefly, and decided it would make the most sense to begin searching the place from the top to the bottom. That meant going all the way up to the attic and working our way down.

Hillcrest House was vast, we quickly discovered. We found a huge spiral staircase that led upwards into the darkness; there must've been several hundred steps. Grace, being younger and apparently in a little better shape led the way, and I soon found myself looking up at her ahead of me on the stares. At first I tried to keep my eyes respectfully averted -- think of the mission -- but I couldn't help but look again at the firm, luscious curves hidden by her grey wool skirt, or how sleek her pantyhose looked over her black pumps. I smiled wolfishly, devilish ideas awakening, and felt a motion stirring in my legal briefs.

Just then we had come to the top of the stairs and arrived on a landing before a massive set of double doors at least six feet abreast, apiece. They looked formidable, carved of a single block of mahogany and inlaid with a delicate frieze work twisted into weird, almost-moving patterns that were difficult and painted a disturbing shade of red that was a little too … blood-like … for my tastes. It didn't help that the knocker was a massive brass thing shaped like a gargoyle, with bits of marble in its eyes that seemed to make it stare back at us with an indifferent grimace of universal evil twisted across its face.

"Careful," I said, as Grace took a slight step towards the door. "We don't know what's behind there, and I think we're far enough from the others that we wouldn't even hear them scream."

But the curiosity was getting to me too. What could be behind the door? A master bedroom? A library? A sorcerer's room? A mausoleum? I swallowed carefully, wiping my forehead with the back of my sleeve. I tried to steady myself. My imagination was running away with me.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Not My Stan

I abruptly cease in my movements on top of Stan. My one and only love...Stan. But as I look at this man sitting beneath me I realize that he is not my Stan. My spirit, together with Michelle's body, crumples down on the imitation of my beloved. I sob uncontrollably against the large man. I wanted this moment for an eternity now, only to realize that I will never know the sheer ecstacy that could have been shared by my beloved and me.

I use the last of my energy to exit Michelle's body and the house. I drift out to the old oak tree. Our initials were still visible in its mighty bark. My fingers trace the letters in loving, slow movements. My mind will never forget the incredible joy we shared under the canopy of these leaves.

Forever imprinted in my memory is the kiss he placed upon my artless lips. The sensation likened to a warm breeze upon a dew covered rosebud. His hands, placed lovingly around my body, felt as blissful as the early morning sun. My beloved Stan had always handled me delicately as if I may break in his arms.

I wrap my hands around my spiritual form. I am aware that I am dying, yet again. I am not at peace at the threshold of this death either, except it is less fierce than my earthly demise. I am alone again, however, I have begun to accept my fate.


"I love you, Stan.....

 

[missla]

Michelle

I apparently blacked out in the heat of the moment - when I awoke I was still impaled on Stan's hard cock, my head resting against his chest, his hands still gripping my ass. I looked up at him - "Wow, what happened??"

 

[rambling man]

It was strange, Cassie. I felt this other person, maybe, soul, inside me. I think it was a woman, too. So strange, you know...I felt, what she felt and I think she felt what I felt. She wanted you, wanted to know how it felt to slide, well, her, cock inside you, fuck you over and over, taste your pussy, kiss your breasts. I felt her arousal, I felt my nipples become sensitive, I felt tingling inside me like I've never felt before. I don't know....It all aroused me, though, made me completely hot. No matter how I felt, I wanted you more than anything. She wanted you too, but I guess she had other things to do.

I kissed Cassie gently, feeling the warmth grow between my legs. I then went to mount her again, to make beautiful love to such a beautiful woman....but then...

 

[ariosto]

Lauren
At first the voice is no more than the echoe of an old dream.

Lauren
It comes again, this time stronger.

Inside the house the world of matter prevails but out here beneath the moon and by this ancient tree the world of the spirit for one brief moment triumphs.

"Lauren"
It's his voice.

Suddenly she feels the hands that had become memories against her skin, skin now that can be touched, that can feel. She looks down. It's his strong hands clasped around her waist, drawing her back against a body that had once been so familiar.

"Stan.."
She chokes out.
His breath is hot and real upon her neck.
His lips burn into the sweet flesh of her shoulder.

"Quiet my dear love, just let me hold you. It's been so long..."

The wind blows
and clouds race across the moon.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I start to fade away, blackness all round me, invading my soul. I had tried to capture the rapturous feeling of which I had been deprived. Nothing I did neared the affection of him. Experiencing the sensations of the others body had been intriguing but not fulfilling. I was beaten; my soul battered. I surrendered to the the fact that I shall never experience the sensations I had craved.

As I concede to the empty void, I hear his voice beckoning to me. At first it is just a whipser floating on the breeze. As I begin to regain conciousness, I feel arms encircling my almost lifeless form. My bewildered eyes open as I gaze down at my Stan. MY STAN!

 

[ariosto]

Through the twisted branches of the tree they watch the clouds, the noises from the house, for the moment are part of another world. The moss is soft surrounding the bole of the tree, it can be imagined as wedding bed.
Stan holds her in his arms, and kisses with warm lips a face so nearly faded away, but the kisses bring back the bloom of life and he continues... Her lips and cheeks and eyes and nose, the long sweet curve of jaw and throat, he breathes life into her ears, her lips part and he breathes into her mouth, his tongue finds hers and they gently touch...
Kisses fall on her shoulders and the soft skin above her breasts His hand slides down her dress until she is exposed in the blue moonlight and then with infinate tenderness, he begins to kiss the sweetly rising mounds, around the base at first but circling upwards until the rosey tips grow hard and then he takes them in his mouth, his tongue caressing them and begins to softly suck them like a baby.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

I listened to all that Joey was saying. It seemed too strange to believe, yet too real to forget.

"You know, Joe, I got the feeling that, somehow, you were more female than male. Isn't that strange? And the kiss to my neck was soft....as a woman's might be...."

Before I could continue my thoughts, I was in Joe's arms and he was rising above me, and we were both ready to come together once more. As I raised my arms to embrace him, and turned my face towards him....

I heard it....the house started almost to tremble and groan as if some mighty giant were within it and could not be contained within it's walls. The sound seemed at once to be getting near and then fading away.

Terrified. I looked up at Joe.

"What is it," I whispered. "Joe, what is that?"

 

[Xantham]

Stan

I open my eyes. Feeling the spirit depart the room, I knew that someone or something had wanted into my head, they were chasing someone else...they were chasing Lauren. For some reason he couldn't enter me fast enough and Lauren had fled from Michelle. I felt him follow. The spa returned to how it had been, the candles flickered into life, the jets began again and the door blew closed.

Michelle, still impaled on my cock, leaned forward into my arms, shaken. I tried to explain what I had felt and I asked her how much she remembered. Somehow through all this the fact that Michelle fit me like a tight glove kept me hard or maybe it was a remnant of the other. His need to enter me contained such sexual energy I was not sure if I could have handled it if he did take over.

 

[rambling man]

I held her more tightly, and felt increasingly aroused through my fear. When the lights shut out, it made it pitch black. Cassie was so wonderful I didn't care if I ever left the room again.

"I don't know Cassie. This house is crazy. I keep hearing screams, but far away. I hear voices that sound angry, then voices that are filled with misery. This is the scariest place I have ever seen, but it is the best because I'm here beside you."

The house quieted for a few minutes as we caressed and held each other. There was nothing else to do since we could not find our way from the room until the lights came back on. "It's probably just a blown fuse, someone wil take care of it in a minute." I then went back to your thought from before, "I think I was more female than male. I honestly wish whatever happened would happen again. Looks like you seemed to like it." I smiled in the dark and continued, "It was such a wonderful sensation, I hope it returns but then again it may have just been in our minds."

I then chuckled softly and said, "Man, it would be weird if my aunt were somewhere watching all this. She would not approve of these goings on at all!" I then kissed Cassie in a loving way and slid myself inside her. We made love,not as lustful strangers, but familiar lovers. We moved together with beauty and rhythm. From the top I began to find Cassie's hot spots and hit them, bringing forth long, lustful moans.....

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

The human body is an incredible thing. It is strange how, at the height of fear, the body will most desire physical intmacy.

With the strange noises in the house, and being plunged into pitch blackness, all I could think of was Joe, his body on mine, his lips seeking mine. Yes, this whole house could come down round our heads, as long as Joe would continue his slow rhythmic movements in and out of me.

Before had been a time of teasing lust. Now was the time for true exploration. Made all the more true as I could only feel Joe and not see him. And feel him I did. Running my hands through his hair, around his face, across his shoulders, down his back, and landing on his ass - guiding its movements into me. As I did, I began to discover all those little places on his body where touch was most sensitive. Committing them to memory. Memorizing his body in my mind, relaxing and enjoying the feeling of his hips moving against mine. Lazily I lifted my legs and brought them around his waist, so as to allow him to penetrate me more deeply. And, oohhh, was it working.

As his lips found my nipple in the dark and he began to suck and bite at it, his thrusting increased. I wrapped my arms around his neck and head, and whispered to him of how much enjoyed what he was doing to my body.

As I lay there, revelling in Joe, I found my mind wander slightly...to that image that had been Joe on the steps - part female, part male. How would it have been to share phsyical intimacy with some one who exuded feminine charms, but contained a man's body??

As if sensing my brief distraction, Joe bit a little more firmly on my nipple, causing me to cry out playfully, and to bring my mind back to him, to how he was making my body feel, and to how I could make him feel just as good....

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I am riding a cloud up, up and away with Stan next to me. his lips upon my innocent body was blissful. We both knew that we could not enjoy the physical aspect of our love in these spiritual forms. But the moment was still so blissful. "i love you..I love you...I love you..." I cried over and over again.

"I want to make love to you Lauren," he whispers to me.

I grab his hand as we reenter the house. Gliding up the stairs I am sure of our destination. Stan looks at me with a puzzled expression. Our final stop is the theater that Alex and Tiffany are occupying. No need for words, we slip into their bodies in order to feel the passion of our blissful love.

 

[rambling man]

I slide my cock deep into Cassie, firm and hard but still lovingly in a way. Our arms clutch around each other as i drive my cock into her....loving the sights and sounds of Cassie...

For a bit we slow, gentle rhythmic sex. I say gently...."I know you're thinking of her, it's okay."
You moan and nod your head in agreement...
"I would love to be it if I could, for you. I would love to be female for you. To have gentle hands, feminine spirit, hair spilling onto your body, firm delicious breasts, but keep a thick rod of a cock to push into you. I wish we could be like that just once. I'd love to know how it feels, and to satisfy what you want."
I then thrusted harder, my thoughts making me incredibly aroused. I jammed myself into you, slid my hand underneath and pulled my body to you. Despite what I said I kept your body in my strong arms, pulling you to me like only a man with power and strength can do.

 

[afternooner]

Alex

I look a tiffany, so vulnerable so innocent. Just like the women I had written those romance novels for. Women, who were searching for love, reading my books and escaping to my land of fantasy, a land where they could freely explore their deepest darkest desires My words would be their path. Their path to freedom from their mundane everyday lives, Their path to the ultimate in sexual gratifcation. Gratification that only they could give to themselves. No man, no penis could give them the gratification my words could.

They told me. Hundreds of letters telling me about how wonderfull my stories were. How they enjoyed reading them, how their lives were enriched by my words. What they didn't tell me was how they discovered how to love themselves though my books. How my words had set them free. Free to discover the ultimate sexual experience. The experience that they could only give themselves, through my words.

Now as I look at Tiffany, I know I am looking at her through Alexis's eyes. I am thinking of her through Alexis's thoughts. I am feeling about her the way that Alexis feels about her and I want to make love to her the way Alexis would.

As I reach for Tiffany, to sweep her hair from her eyes, to gently kiss her sweet lips, to whisper the magic words that will make her love me, my body suddenly feels very strange. I feel like I'm no longer Alex or Alexis, but someone else and as I look at Tiffany I sense that this may be happening to her too.

As frightened as I am, I am still able to feel that if Tiffany and I cling together, that as long as we trust each other, we will be alright we will make it through this night together.

 

[SexyChele]

Cassie

As Joe is stroking my pussy with his cock, he surprises me suddenly by reading my mind! So, he too also thinks of what it might be like?

As Joe quickens his pace, jamming his cock into me, I cling to his strong arms. Maybe a fantasy about this seeming half man/half woman.....but ultimately delighted to be surrounded by his strong arms and enjoying the masculine feel and scent of him.

I can tell that thinking about the very same thing I am is increasing his desire, as well as mine. As my body stirs towards another orgasm, I nuzzle his neck and and cling to him.

"Oh, god, Joe would that be great? We both could have everything...sensitivity and strength. But right now...your cock inside of me.....oh, Joe, I'm gonna cum!"

And suddenly my body started to spasm with a huge wave of pleasure, clinging to Joe as my pussy convulsed around his pumping cock.....

 

[ariosto]

It feels strange at first to take over another body, but this...Alex, is at least awake and almost as full of love as I am myself. As I sit by the woman on the bed she seems almost to dissolve and I see again my Lauren.
Her body outlined on the white sheets is no longer ephemeral. I reach out and touch her cheek, her lips. They are so soft and warm! With Alex' hands I begin to remove the clothes of my beloved, pausing to kiss the lovely skin of throat and breasts and stomach, thighs, knees, ankles...
At last she lies before me totally disrobed. Lauren watches as I remove my clothes. We revel in this vibrant flesh we now possess. It is with joy that I touch her skin and feel a true response.
I sit beside her and she takes my penis in her hands, I watch as she caresses it into life and stroking it raises it to full erection. I lay beside her, feeling her lips joining her hands and see the swollen tip of my cock disapear between her lips.

My face is near the fine hair of her mons, I blow hot breath on it and her legs part. I see in the dim light the tiny pink hood that veils her pearl and with the tip of my tongue begin to caress it.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Except for the brief moment with the imitation Stan, I am still a virgin. I sense that Tiffany has had some experience with a man. It seems too that it did not take as much energy for me to enter her body. Or maybe it had and I just had not noticed.

I was suprised that Tiffany's body reacted to my arousal. Alex is transformed into Stan as I gaze into his eyes. I can feel every stimulation of Tiffany's form as if it were my own. When Stan kisses me I react to his inviting mouth by presses myself against him.

"I have waited for you, my love. I have needed you for so long now. We were deprived of the rapture of being together as one. But not any longer."

Even though I had never been with a man, I knew instinctively what to do. I leaned down and bagan teasing his half erect cock. It tasted sweeter than any nectar as it began to grow inside of my mouth. I trembled as his tongue found its way to the most sensitive part of my womanhood. I heard a small female moan but I was unsure if it were my own voice or that of Tiffany. I cannot help but wonder if it feels like her first time also.