0 comments/ 685827 views/ 305 favorites Magic Lessons Part 1 By: Magic Lessons Part 1 He heard a sound off to his right and looked over to where Miss Calvin was seated. Her eyes were fixed on Michael's cock sliding in and out of Lucy. She had one hand between her legs, working hard, while another teased at one of her nipples through the thin material of her dress. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" Lucy groaned, and Michael felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around his dick. He kept fucking her, increasing his pace a little, and a second later Lucy was thrashing violently against her bonds. As soon as she had calmed down again, falling limp over the bench, Michael pulled his still hard cock out of her and released her cuffs. Michael turned and walked over to Miss Calvin. "There's something I wanted to do to you this afternoon when you showed me that dress," he said. "Oh, what's that?" He held out his hand and she took it to let him pull her to her feet. He led her across the room to the pool table and pushed her up against it. "Put your face on the table," he told her and she bent at the hips to obey. As he had expected, her dress rode up her legs and he did not even have to touch it to slide into her. "Oh yes!" she groaned. "You're so big. Bigger than last night." Michael began to push in and out, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing his pace until Miss Calvin was crying out with each thrust. "Yes... yes... harder... uungh... yes... nearly... there... now..." He felt her muscles tightening around him, but this time felt his own orgasm rising to meet hers. They came almost together, her cunt milking him of every drop of cum it could manage. When it was over, she sagged onto the table surface and he collapsed on top of her, his shrinking cock still inside her. "Michael?" It was Lucy's voice and he stood up and turned to see her standing behind them. Had she been watching him fuck Miss Calvin? "Michael... um... will you fuck me again?" "I've only just cum," he said. "It'll be a while before I can do it again, unless you know of a way to perk things up?" Lucy blinked once, and then dropped to her knees in front of him. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, while her tongue rolled over him like a warm, wet wave. He realised he was getting hard, quickly. His cock expanded to fill her mouth, but she kept sucking and running her tongue around the head of his cock for a minute or so more before releasing him and standing up, a pleased smile on hr face. "Lie on the floor," he commanded and she began to comply. "No, over by the window." Her cheeks coloured and she lost the smile, but she followed his order. "Feet at the window side, good. Now pull your legs up and grab your ankles. Keep your legs straight and wide apart. I know you can do it, I've seen you cheerleading. Give the people a good show of your cunt." He walked around and got down between her legs. She was wetter than the first time, whether from the humiliation or the earlier activities he could not tell, and his entry into her was slick and smooth. "Keep your legs spread like that and don't let go of your ankles, or I'll stop," he told her. Then he began fucking her, using a slow, steady rhythm that he could tell was driving her insane. After a few minutes of moaning frustration he began to beg. "Please, Michael, fuck me faster. Fuck me like you did her. Fuck me harder, please, god, screw me so me ears ring." he kept ploughing at her, slow and easy. "Can't take this," she moaned. "Please, bang me." "Like the slut you are?" he asked. "Yes!" She pounced on the phrase. "Screw me like a slut! Bang your little whore. Use me as a fuck hole and don't stop 'til I break." "That's quite enough noise out of you," said Miss Calvin. "Let's gag the bitch," and she straddled Lucy's face, pressing her pussy against Lucy's mouth. Lucy struggled, almost releasing her ankles. "Mmph, no," she got out. "Eat her, Lucy," Michael ordered. "Make her cum and I'll make you cum." A second later, Miss Calvin began to moan as Lucy's tongue went to work on her clit, and Michael began to pump into Lucy as hard as he could. Her tits shuddered with each thrust, and her hips twisted and turned as much as they could to improve the angle of his attack. Then, without warning, Miss Calvin came and fell forward off Lucy's face. Michael could see Miss Calvin's juices pasted all over the younger girl's mouth and cheeks. Lucy's eyes were shut and she was chanting under her breath, "fuck... fuck... fuck..." Her eyes opened wide suddenly and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure as she rolled her head back and her entire body shook in the throws of orgasm. Michael shot his load into her as he watched her cum. His body kept fucking her, apparently on autopilot, as his brain dissolved into ecstasy. The world dissolved into black around him as he collapsed onto Lucy's still trembling body. Chapter Five Michael lay awake for an hour or so thinking about the dreams of the last two nights. Tonight's had been less sticky on awakening, but more disturbing. Finally he made a decision, found a T-shirt and a pair of jeans to wear, and headed out through the back door toward Miss Calvin's back yard gate. She answered the door wearing a silk nightshirt, buttoned at the front, but only with three of its six buttons. Michael could see a substantial amount of breast through the gap. "Michael?" she said, sounding a little surprised, "what brings you here? The yard is finished, isn't it?" "Yeah. Look, I need to talk to you about something; can I come in?" She shrugged and his eyes were pulled down to the larger amount of cleavage the action exposed. "Sure," she said and turned to lead the way to the small dining room he had seen before. "I hope you don't mind me eating? You caught me having breakfast and I've a meeting in downtown, so I can't afford to wait." Her shirt barely covered her bottom as she walked away from him and he kept catching glimpses of round, butt-flesh as he followed her. She sat down behind a plate of toast and a mug of steaming coffee. "Pour yourself some coffee, if you want," she told him, indicating the coffee pot on the table. He was wound up enough as it was. "Umm, Miss Calvin," he began, "what the hell's going on?" She looked blankly at him. "I don't know what you mean, Michael. What is 'going on'?" He knew she was lying, then and there. He was unsure how or why he knew, but he knew. He decided he would play her game anyway. "The night after I first came to clear your yard," he said, "you were in my dreams. We... fucked and, when I woke up, I figured it was just a wet dream." "Well yes you..." "Last night," he interrupted whatever she was trying to say, "you were there again, only this time a girl from my school was there too. I dream about her a lot, but last night she was really there, in my dream, and so were you." "And we had sex again?" "We all did. It was some kind of weird party and you had invited me there somehow. You were wearing that dress I picked for you yesterday. We both screwed Lucy and she liked it. It was the wildest thing I've ever done, and it wasn't quite a dream. What have you got me into?" Miss Calvin stood up, pushing her chair back from the table to remain at arm's length from Michael. "I've done nothing to you, Michael, and I really think you should go now." He moved much faster than she had thought he could, reaching out to catch her wrist and pull her toward him. He stepped sideways as he did so, twisting her to face away from him and toward the table, and she gasped as he pushed her hard against the edge, her hips impacting the wood. "Michael," she said calmly, "if you let me go right now, we'll say nothing more about this." In answer, Michael grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair and pushed down hard. She cried out, but had no choice about compliance. The next thing she knew her cheek was pressed hard against the table. She could feel the cool surface against her crashed breasts and her nipples hardened. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little and his fingers slipped into her pussy. She stifled a groan. "Michael? Please don't." "Julia," he said, working his fingers in and out of her, "tell me you want me to fuck you." "No, Michael, I..." "Julia, tell me what you want." A groan escaped her lips and she seemed to sag. He legs spread wider. "Fuck me, Michael. Fill me with that big, fucking cock you used on me last night and I'll tell you everything you want to know." He pulled his fingers out of her and undid his jeans. He had expected that they would end up having sex and was wearing nothing under them. His cock sprang out as though it were homing in on its target. He slipped it between her pussy lips and rammed it home. "Oh, god, yes!" Julia cried out. "Do me hard, Michael." He began stroking in and out of her, hard and fast; pulling out until only the head of his cock remained wrapped in her hot flesh, and then driving back in until his pubic bone smacked into her behind. His breathing was ragged, but Julia was shrieking fit to burst. "Yes! Fuck me! Ooooh, yes!" After a minute or so of violent sex her cries changed to incoherent screams and he felt her vaginal muscles closing on him like a bench clamp. He kept pounding as her back arched up off the table, and kept going even after her cries had stopped and she had relaxed back. It was obvious that her body was responding to his continuing activity as her hips began to twist and buck against him. He knew his own orgasm was close, and that she would have another when he came; somehow he just knew. As his jism began to gush into her, and his vision narrowed into a single tunnel of intense pleasure, he felt her muscles milking his cock and knew she was cumming with him. Orgasm over, he staggered back, finding a chair to collapse onto while Julia remained bent over the table, her breathing laboured. Minutes later, she pulled herself upright and turned to face him. Her shirt had been pushed aside in their struggles and her breasts were now fully exposed. His cock hoisted itself back up at the sight. Julia grinned. "Down boy," she said, "I really do have a meeting to go to. I have to get dressed. Clean yourself up and meet me outside on the drive, we can talk on the way there." Julia drove an open-topped sports car she had, she said, had imported from Europe. The wind streamed in their hair as she steered their way through the morning traffic on the way to the business district. As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Michael, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that. "We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams." "You mean we can control people's minds?" Michael sounded incredulous. "Well, it's a bit more like influence than control. We can persuade them that acting some way is good, where they would normally not do it. With a lot of work, some of our kind have done some pretty nasty makeovers on people, but they are rare. Mostly we can just influence people's waking behaviour. It's kind of tacky, but a lot of us just use it for sex." Michael shrugged. "Speaking as a teenage boy," he said, "I can understand that." Julia laughed. "How did you know?" he asked. "That I had this 'talent'?" "When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it." "Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?" "Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?" Michael grinned. "Not really, but I expect I'll get the hang of it." "Good, because this is the office where I'm to have my meeting." She pulled the car into an underground car park, swinging it into a reserved space. "There's a little coffee shop in the lobby," she said, "why don't you wait for me there? I'll be about an hour." Michael nodded and got off the elevator on the lobby level, leaving Julia to head on up to the tenth. He found the shop easily, bought an Americano from the girl behind the counter, and sat at a table where he had a good view of her; the view was quite pleasant. The girl was a petite blonde with sparkling blue eyes and D-cup breasts mounted on a trim frame. Despite her large chest she wore a spaghetti-strapped tank top and no bra along with a short, tight skirt and platform pumps. Michael watched her busying herself behind the counter while he sipped his coffee. Unbidden, an image of him sliding his cock up between those huge tits came to his mind. He was spurting up and over her face with each thrust and she was egging him on. He glanced up as the girl walked past him down the shop. Blushing a little at his thoughts, he picked up his cup and took another sip. The girl walked past again, heading for the counter, and dropped something onto Michael's table as she passed. He glanced down at it, puzzled. It was her top. Michael looked up in time to see her retreating back, naked down to the hips, disappearing through a door behind the counter. He picked up the top and followed her, glancing back to see that she had put the closed sign up on the entrance to the shop. The little storeroom behind the shop smelled of coffee, but Michael was more concerned about the blonde kneeling in the middle of the floor, grinning smugly, her breasts standing to attention as she arched her back for his enjoyment. "Come over here," she told him, and he took the couple of steps needed to close the distance between them. She reached up and unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out with a sigh. Her lips enfolded the head and he jerked with the sudden sensation. Her tongue flicked over the end, and then down and around the shaft as she pushed him deeper into her mouth. He felt the back of her throat touch him for a brief second, and then she pulled him out. Michael groaned, but she was by no means finished with him. She lifted herself up onto her knees and slipped his cock between her breasts, pressing the two globes together so that he was enwrapped in tit flesh. Then she began sliding his wet cock up and down between her tits; Michael entered heaven wondering how his day dream was coming true. The girl suddenly released him and stood up. She reached down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Under it she was wearing a tiny white thong, which she pulled aside before sitting herself onto the edge of a small table. "Fuck me," she commanded. Michael moved quickly between her legs and pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. She let out a low groan. "Put it in, put it in!" she insisted, and he drove himself into her. Her hot flesh enveloped him and she groaned again, louder this time. He began pumping into her, and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Michael reached down to push his hands under her ass cheeks and straightened his legs. She yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest. Now she was suspended by his hands beneath her and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and hips. He began lifting her until only the head of his cock was still inside her, and then dropping her again until he filled her completely. Each thrust elicited a yelp of pleasure from the tiny blonde. Michael kept going like this for several minutes before her cant began to pulse around his cock and he knew his legs would give out if he came holding her up. He dropped her back onto the table and began to hammer himself in and out of her while her crossed ankles pressed into the small of his back, riving him harder and harder. "I'm gonna..." she croaked out, and then, "oooooh!" Michael felt his own orgasm rip through his body, and she jerked with each and every spurt that entered her. Eventually he stopped and pulled out of her. She lay back on the table, breathing hard and making her tits bounce and a most appealing way. "Thank you," she said, "I haven't had a good fuck in weeks. You go sit down and I'll get you a fresh cup of coffee. Yours must be cold by now." Michael blinked and smiled. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but whatever it was, it was great! Chapter Six Michael undressed and climbed into bed that night feeling very tired. The afternoon had been spent learning how to enter the right trance state so that, when he slept, he would enter what Julia called the 'Near Astral Plane'. This, she assured him, was essential for successful use of their power. He had not told her about the girl in the coffee shop and he was unsure why. He was sure that he had not entered a dream state in the shop, except a daydream, perhaps, but he was also sure he had somehow influenced her thoughts. For some reason he did not want Julia to know about that just yet. He settled into his relaxation exercises, breathing deeply an evenly until he felt himself drifting into sleep. "There," Julia's voice said in his ear, "I told you you were a natural at it. It took me almost a week before I could do that on my own." Michael opened his eyes and looked up at his mentor. "Beginner's luck," he suggested and pulled the sheets aside, rising to stand beside her. He looked back, expecting to see his body in the bed, but it was empty. "I thought I left my body behind to come here?" "Yeah, but this is the near Astral, not the real world. Here ideas are real, and the idea of you, your mind, has got out of bed. Back in the real world, your body is still sleeping. C'mon." Julia opened the bedroom door and headed out into the house. Michael followed, down the stairs, past his mother (who was watching the late film) and out onto the street. "She couldn't see us," Michael commented, "but we could see her. I don't get it." "Waking people exist here as ideas of themselves, but they can't consciously see this plane. That said, their ideas of the real world make this place what it is. Their ideas are solid objects here, which is why we both have houses here, and why my car is in my garage. "Sleeping people can see this place, but generally only if one of us wakes them before they start dreaming. Most dreams take place in the Dreamlands, which is more difficult to get to than here; for us anyway. "So, what shall we do?" Michael grinned a foolish grin. "We could go over to your place and fuck." Julia grinned back and stepped away. "Oh no. Tonight is a lesson night. You need to learn how to use your abilities, and you can obviously use that ability well enough as it is. You can come see me in the morning and we'll exercise that muscle in the real world." "Okay, well let's go see Lucy." "Good idea. Where does she live?" "McClaren Street. It's about a mile..." He was abruptly interrupted by the world blurring around him. It settled after a brief instant and Michael looked at the street nameplate near his leg. "We're here," he said. "How did you do that?" Julia frowned. "I didn't. I was about to tell you about changing your position here, but I guess that's another thing you're a natural at. You can only pull that trick if you've been somewhere before. I take it you've been here before?" Michael nodded. "A couple of times, but I've never been to Lucy's house. I guess that's why we're here and not outside her door?" "Yup. Let's go find her." The Clayton household was easy to spot as they had a mailbox at the end of the drive with their name on it. The front door was, of course, locked and Julia made an exercise of it, having Michael will the lock open. Magic Lessons Part 1 "Everything here is in the mind, and you can do anything with your mind. Concentrate on the lock and you can open it." Michael was surprised how easy it was once he understood what needed to be done. He just imagined a hand opening the door from the inside and it floated open in front of him. He walked in, followed by Julia, and headed upstairs to the family bedrooms. Lucy's parents occupied a small suite of their own. Lucy's younger brother had a smaller room. Lucy had a middle-sized bedroom with its own bathroom, something Michael envied her. Lucy was in bed, her eyes closed. "Good, she's asleep, but she's still here, so he's not dreaming. Wake her up." Michael walked over to Lucy's bed and sat down beside her. "Lucy," he said. "Come on, Lucy, wake up." He patted her shoulder and her eyes flickered open. "What? Um, what's going on? Oh, Michael. Why are you in my bedroom?" She looked up and spotted Julia. "And you... you were in that dream last night. Who are you?" "Never mind, dear," Julia told her, "I'm sure Michael would like you to himself for a while, so I think I'll go see if your brother is dreaming." She turned and walked out. "I don't get it," Lucy said. "I had this really kinky dream last night." She smiled, obviously remembering what had happened. "I've been horny all day because of it." "I enjoyed it myself," Michael replied. "How about we repeat some of it?" Lucy swallowed, her smile gone. "That was a dream, now you're in my bedroom." "You're still just dreaming, Lucy," he said. "There's nothing to worry about." He willed her to be calm as he pulled the sheets off her. She was wearing a white, cotton nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. "You just get out of bed here and slip out of that nightgown. Then we'll see if I can't make you cum as hard as you did last night." She stood up and he lifted the gown up and over her head. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her nipples were already standing to attention and he slipped a hand between her legs to discover that she was a little wet already. "You really are a horny little minx," he said. She groaned in reply as his index finger split her pussy lips and ran over her clit. "Get down on your knees and put your face on the bed," he commanded, and she complied immediately. "Spread your legs more." He knelt down behind her and wasted no more time in sinking his cock into her pussy. Five minutes later, his cock bucking in and out of her, his fingers strumming at her clit, she had her first orgasm, shrieking out his name and screaming for him to fuck her harder and faster. Instead he pulled out of her and climbed up onto the bed. She got the idea, climbing up to straddle his hips and sink onto his throbbing member. She began to bounce up and down on his shaft, her own fingers creating foam over her clit in their frenzy to increase her pleasure. Michael felt he could keep this going all night. His own pleasure continued to build, but he knew that the final release would be that much better the longer he held on. So, he did not cum. It had to be something to do with the nature of this place, he thought. Lucy came again, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she thrashed on top of him. She climbed off him and got back onto her knees, this time to wrap his cock in her mouth. Her blonde head began bobbing up and down as she sucked him in and waves of pleasure washed up him. She was good at this. He lifted himself onto his elbows to watch her, and had an idea. "Lucy, are you enjoying this?" She nodded her reply. "Good. Would you like to be able to do this all the time?" Another nod of agreement. "You can have my cock in you anytime you like, Lucy..." She groaned, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, and he almost came. "There is a condition though. You have to come to me tomorrow afternoon and swear to be my sex toy. Will you do that, Lucy?" "Od es," she gagged out. "Come to me tomorrow afternoon, wearing your cheerleader outfit. Don't wear any panties. Go shopping tomorrow morning and buy a quarter cup, push-up bra to wear. You must wear the bra, but no panties under your cheerleader uniform. Do you understand?" "Es." She sucked harder, pushing him deeper into her mouth. He felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. "Then you'll come to me and offer yourself as my sex toy. You'll say swear to let me fuck you anytime I want, anywhere I want, anyway I want. Will you do that, Lucy? Will you become my fuck slave?" In answer she groaned, pushing down on him harder than before so that his cock slipped down her throat. It was tight, but she seemed not to care as she slipped him back out and then in again, deep throating him over and over. He could feel her lips against the very base of his cock and the thrill of it was pushing him over the edge. "I'm going to cum down your throat now, Lucy," he said. She knew. She could feel his shaft swelling in her mouth. She took a last breath through her nose and pushed him deep into her as he began to spurt long and hard into her body. For several seconds his swollen cock was stuck in hr throat and she thought she might die with him there, straining to unload himself into her. Then he relaxed and pulled out. Lucy took a heavy breath of fresh air and smiled like the cat that has found fresh cream. Michael stood, reached down, and picked up Lucy's nightgown. "Just so you know you have to come to me," he said, "I'll give you this back tomorrow." "Aren't you going to fuck me again?" she asked, plaintively. "Not tonight. It's time to rest. If you want more, come to me tomorrow afternoon." "I will." Michael walked out, finding Julia stepping out of the smallest bedroom, licking her lips. "What have you been up to?" he asked. "Sucking off Lucy's little brother. Actually, he's not that little. Randy little pervert as well. What's that?" She indicated the nightgown. "It's Lucy's. I told her she could have it back if she came to see me tomorrow afternoon." Julia shrugged. "Sometimes we can move things about here and they move in the real world, but mostly the Consensus puts them back. Hey, you're obviously pretty strong at this, maybe you've got the will to make it happen." Michael thought of the Lucy-slave that might be turning up at his home tomorrow and hoped that he did have the will. Chapter Seven "What's 'the Consensus'?" Michael asked. Julia looked at him sideways over her shoulder. Michael had tied her across the dining room table, her ankles attached to opposite table legs, and her wrists firmly tethered to the further side. She could not move much, just enough to enjoy the slow, methodical fucking he was giving her. "Do you... really want... me to answer... um, answer that now?" she replied. "Please," he said. He was feeling smug. The nightgown he had taken from Lucy had been clutched in his hand when he had woken up. "I could stop if you like." "N-no, don't stop. The Consensus is the group mind of everyone. Oh that's good... It's what k-keeps us h-honest." "In what way?" "Well it tends to keep the r-real world c-consistent. Stops us s-stealing stuff... that kind of th-th-thing, oh god I'm going to..." Her back arched and he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on him. She thrashed uncontrollably against her bonds for a minute or so, and then lay still. Michael continued to slide himself slowly in and out of her. Finally she stirred. "Say you wanted to steal the crown jewels of England. There's nothing to stop you walking in and taking them, but then the Consensus starts playing its part. If no one in the real world has noticed the theft and you take your attention off the jewels, the Consensus will put them back. Otherwise people will rationalise it as a theft, and if there's a theft there must be a thief. Even though there can't be any, the police will find evidence leading to you and you'll be caught. The Consensus knows what we do, you see, even if individuals don't, and it acts to stop us doing things it doesn't like." A groan escaped her lips then. "God, Michael, fuck me." He began to pump harder, desiring his own release now. "That's better, that's good." He felt her inner muscles clenching on him and it did feel good. "Small stuff you can sometimes get away with," she said. "P-people think they've just l-lost them. Unn, yes, please, faster." Michael gripped her hips hard and began pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could. She came screaming, her fingers clawing at the tabletop, and his cock pumping jism deep into her body. Michael heard the doorbell chime at two-thirty in the afternoon. His mother was out, so he ran down the stairs to answer it, and found Lucy standing on the doorstep. She was wearing the cut-off, long sleeved, yellow T-shirt and purple, flared mini-skirt of the school cheerleading squad. The legend 'Go Polecats' emblazoned across her breasts were thrust toward Michael with a force he could not remember seeing on any of the girls before. His heart began to pound slightly and his cock stiffened painfully in his jeans. "Lucy, hi," he managed. "What brings you here?" "Um, could I come in, please?" "Sure," and he gestured for her to enter, closing the door behind her. "The lounge is through the door on your left," he added. "Could we, maybe, go somewhere a little more private?" Michael's cock got harder. "My room is upstairs, will that do?" She nodded and marched up the stairs. He followed, not quite able to see up her skirt to check for signs of panties. "First right," he instructed and she opened the door and walked in. Michael walked and closed the door, leaning back against it while Lucy stood at the other end of the room, facing away from him. "I've been having some weird dreams the last couple of nights," she finally said. "You've been in them. We've... we did stuff I don't usually do, and... and I liked it. I... I need to know if you've got something to give back to me." Michael reached under his pillow and pulled out the nightgown. "This?" he asked. Lucy turned and let out a soft gasp. She nodded. "Do you have something to say to me?" "Michael," she began and then seemed to reconsider. "Master, I want to be your slave, your sex toy." Michael smiled slightly. "Take off your shirt," he said. Lucy reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were cupped in two slim pieces of fabric that forced them up and forward; her nipples and most of her breast flesh was bare. "Does my master like what he sees?" Lucy asked. She actually seemed eager to please. Rather than answer, Michael said, "lift your skirt." She reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to just under her breasts. Beneath it she was naked, her neatly trimmed, blonde snatch quite visible to his devouring eyes. He walked slowly around to stand just behind her. His hand lifted the back of her skirt and he ran it over her bare bottom. She let out a small whimper. "So, what kind of girl walks all the way from your house in a mini-skirt and wearing nothing under them, Lucy?" he breathed. "I d-don't know," she quavered. "Of course you do, Lucy." He pushed his hand between her legs and then up to press against the base of her pussy. "What kind of girl buys a bra like the one you're wearing and then stands in a boy's bedroom with her skirt around her waist?" "A n-naughty girl?" "Not just naughty, Lucy. More than naughty, surely?" He began to rub his hand back and forth between her legs. "What kind of girl are you, Lucy?" "I-I'm a... oh... a slut!" "That's it, Lucy, you're a slut. A little kinky sex toy slut. What are you?" "I'm a slut. I'm a slut that wants her master to fuck her now. Please, Master?" Michael pulled out his hand. "No," he said. "Sit down on the bed." She did as he asked, though there was something of a petulant look on her face. "Spread your legs as wide as you can," he commanded, forgetting what she was capable of. She forced her legs out until they almost formed right-angles with her body. "Good, now lift up your skirt and start playing with yourself." Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence, Lucy began stroking her fingers between her pussy lips. Her clit swelled under her ministrations and she began playing with it, rubbing faster and then slower, teasing herself into an orgasm. Michael watched as she worked herself up to the point where she would cum, waiting until the last instant before saying, "stop!" She jerked her hand away from her pussy and stared, wide eyed at him. "What have I done wrong, Master?" she whimpered. "Nothing, yet," he replied, "but I think I'll cum before you do today." He stripped in front of her and stood at the foot of the bed. "Keep your legs apart, but come over here and suck me off." Performing perfect box splits, Lucy rotated herself forward and wrapped her exquisite mouth around Michael's cock. Her blonde hair bobbed below his navel as she sucked and stroked him into heaven. Her fingers caressed his balls, her tongue lapped at the head of his cock, and she worked him deeper and deeper into her mouth as she had done in the dream world the night before. When his cock touched the back of her throat for the first time in real life he could no longer stand the sensations; his cock spasmed and he shot his load into Lucy's mouth. She did her best to suck it down, but some escaped to dribble down her chin. "Th-that's a good little cock sucker, Lucy," Michael managed. He backed away from her, looking down at his slowly sinking manhood. He so wanted to fuck her this afternoon. Somehow it felt like it would cement her slavery to him. He looked down again and willed himself back to erection... and his cock obeyed him. Lucy gasped. "Oh wow." "Yeah. Stand up and bend over the bed," he told her and she leapt to her feet to obey. He lifted her skirt, pushed her legs wider apart to give him a better angle, and slid into her soaking wet pussy. "Ohhh," Lucy moaned, "that's what I need, Master. Fuck me 'til I can't walk." Michael felt he should oblige and began to pound into her. He leant forward, grabbing a breast in one hand and sliding the other between her legs to find her clit. Between his thrusting and his rapid manipulation of nipple and clit, Lucy came almost immediately, but Michael kept pumping into her as hard and fast as he could, determined to cum again himself. Lucy rapidly descended into cries of animal lust, unintelligible grunts and groans that spoke only of her inability to put together a single intelligent thought. Michael's own brain was turning to grey soup as all he could think about was the sensations driving up from his cock. Lucy came again and her legs gave way under her. They fell onto the bed, Michael still inside her, and the sudden jerking thrust, combined with her tightening muscles, pushed him over the edge. He unloaded himself into her once more. Perhaps five minutes later, when they could both move and think, Michael lifted himself off her and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, Lucy was lying on the bed, her skirt around her waist, breasts thrust skyward by the bra. She looked stunning. "Get dressed and go home," he told her. "Can't I clean up first?" she looked a little scared. "Are your parents home?" "No, not 'til tonight." "Then you can walk home as you are. You're a dirty little slut, Lucy, don't forget that. Dirty little sluts get to walk home with their master's cum juice running down their legs. Don't they?" His little speech seemed to have an odd effect on Lucy. She shivered, enjoying the dirty talk more than Michael had imagined she would. "Yes, Master," she replied. "I'm your toy and I'll walk home with your cum all over me." She reached between her legs and scooped out a handful of fluid. Then she smeared the juice over her breasts before getting up and picking up her shirt. She took her nightgown with her, and Michael watched as she walked down the street away from him, hips swinging like the slut she had become. Chapter Eight "So this is the world of dreams," Michael said. "It's not really what I expected." "A lot of people say that," Julia replied, "including me when I first came here. I'll ask the same thing of you as my teacher did of me, 'what did you expect?'" Michael gazed around at the new world he found himself in and considered his answer. He, like Julia, was standing on a near-invisible surface, which appeared to merge into the surrounding air so that it was difficult to work out exactly what 'ground' was. Above them there was no sky, only a vast expanse of grey, fading into black in the far distance, broken by innumerable spheres of mirror silver that floated serenely through the 'air'. This was Michael's first visit to the higher dream worlds. He had spent a week clamped in 'training wheels', as he referred to it, stuck in the near Astral plane. Julia wanted to be sure that he understood the basics before letting him go further. He had used the time to 'improve' Lucy, and had discovered that the way he wanted her was not as far from what she was as he had thought. After a few nights work making dream suggestions, Lucy was a complete slut with exhibitionist tendencies, a strong liking for bondage, and a strong bisexual nature. She was currently asleep in Julia's bed having been exhausted by Julia and Michael's demands upon her. "I don't know, I guess," he replied. "What are the silver balls?" "Dreams. Dreamscapes to be exact. Whenever a normal human enters dream sleep, they create a dreamscape here. Look up there!" She pointed upward to where two spheres were moving toward each other. They touched, deformed slightly like two soap bubbles, and then merged together to form a slightly larger single sphere. "When two people have similar dreams, their dreamscapes tend to attract each other and, when they meet, they join to form a single dreamscape with both minds in it." "There must be cases where different dreams hit?" "Yah. Generally they just bounce off, but in some cases, where someone has a very strong sleeping mind, they mix and the weaker dream is consumed. That can be the stuff of nightmares." Michael's mind was working. "Okay, so if similar dreams attract each other, and a lot of people dream about sex, for example..." Julia grinned. "Well done. Yes, there are some really big dreamscapes devoted to very common dreams. They tend to persist as well, because there's always someone sleeping, and having that kind of dream. Some of them are very old. There's a dreamscape of an orgy that we're pretty sure has been going since at least the Greek Classic period, and there's a nightmare dreamscape that probably first emerged back in the Palaeolithic era." "Wow! Can we go visit some?" "Curb your enthusiasm, youth," Julia replied, grinning at the happy puppy she was trying to train. "First we need to get some of the basics sorted out. Now if you want to go up to look at one of these dreamscapes..." She stopped, gazing up as Michael glided into the air. "Okay," she said, "so you seem to have worked that out on your own." With a thought she glided up after him. Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape. The second dreamscape Michael looked in was quite different. It was dark and the interior appeared to be composed of alleyways and side streets. There did not seem to be anyone in the dream, but Michael realised that there had to be. "There's no one there," he said, hoping to provoke an explanation from Julia. Magic Lessons Part 1 "She's hiding," Julia replied. "From us?" "She doesn't know we're here. You can't see out from inside; in fact there doesn't seem to be an outside once you're inside." "Then who's she hiding from? And where is she?" "Think, Michael. Use your abilities." "'Use the Force, Luke'?" he said, grinning. Then he relaxed and let his mind sense the sphere. He could feel another mind, weak, but there. She was hiding in a pile of cardboard boxes at the end of an alley. As Michael discovered her, he also discovered the reason for her fear. A male figure, part of her dream it appeared, was stalking toward her. "She's terrified," he said and, without thinking, pushed through the barrier and into the dreamscape. "Michael! No..." But it was too late, he was inside. Julia waited outside, watching to see whether he would need help, and hoping she could provide it. There was a sound of rushing air and then Michael was standing in the alley near the boxes where the woman was hiding. The dark figure was not yet in this alley, but he would be soon and Michael guessed that it would be a bad idea to meet him. He stepped forward, reached into the boxes and grabbed the woman's arm, pulling her out. She began to scream almost instantly and Michael had to clamp his hand over her mouth. "Do you want him to find us that easily?" he hissed at her. "Come on, before he gets to this alley." He began dragging her toward the alley entrance, his hand still over her mouth. He could feel the stalker getting closer, but concentrated on ignoring the rising panic that was threatening to stop him moving at all. Panic was part of the dream, he realised. Her terror was trying to overwhelm him. He had to keep moving. He turned left at the mouth of the alley, and then left again. The alley turned right after a hundred yards or so and dead ended. "Damn," Michael hissed and turned back. It was too late. The woman screamed into Michael's hand at the site of the dark figure coming toward them from the way they had come. The man had no features; his face was a dark shadow, a pitch-black mask. He had to be eight feet in height, and heavily muscled. In his right hand was a knife the size of a short sword. Panic filled Michael's mind like a cloud and he backed up rapidly, dragging the woman with him. He felt a door knob press into his back and reached for it. The door opened and he pushed her inside. He slammed the door and found a key under his fingers. The lock clicked shut just as the stalker slammed into the wood. Breathing hard, Michael backed away. The man hammered on the door for several seconds. They heard the thudding of the knife against the panels. The door was solid oak, however, and the man had no chance. Eventually he stopped. "He, he'll be looking for another way in," the woman said to Michael through the darkness. The room was black as a coal cellar at midnight and Michael had almost no idea what she looked like or what was in the room. He felt for a switch beside the door, found one, and suddenly light filled the room. They were standing in a single roomed apartment. It was shabby, but clean. There was a bed, an easy chair, and a small cupboard. To Michael's left was the makings of a kitchen without the walls to close it off, to his right, through a door, he could see a bathroom. There were no windows, and the only door was the one they had come through. That suited Michael fine. With the stalker gone, he was regaining control of his mind, starting to think. When they had first gone into the alley, the door had not been there. He was sure of that. It had appeared because they needed it. He suspected that the woman would not have found it, indeed she would not have moved from her pile of boxes until the stalker had found her. So the door had been his doing. It made sense, this was a dreamscape, and he was a lucid dreamer. He should be able to change things if he could control the emotions that this place provoked. He turned to look at his companion. She was standing in a corner as far away from him, and the door, as she could get. He had to do a double-take at the outfit she was dressed in, a white halter top designed to show off her ample cleavage, red hot pants and black, knee length boots. He recognised it as the uniform the waitresses wore at a local bar, but he could not understand why someone would dream themselves wearing it. The woman herself was black, attractive, with cropped hair and a curvaceous figure. She looked to be a few years older than Michael, but he would have happily dated her if he could have got the chance. The only thing that marred her appearance was the twin streams of tears running down her cheeks, taking her mascara with them. Michael went to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. He handed it to her. "Here, wipe your face." "Th-thanks." She used the cloth, wiping away the black stains. Then she looked up at him. "Why are you helping me? No one helps me." "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I can take much more..." Michael let out the breath he had been holding. He was not the best educated psychologist in the world, but he had watched a few documentaries and he could feel the emotion Kelly was giving off. She had been raped for real, he guessed, on her way home from work. Now she blamed herself for the things her attacker had done, and this phantom version was her way of punishing her for allowing herself to be raped in the first case. Standing here like this, with her breasts pressed against his chest and the bare flesh of her back under his hand, Michael was having a hard time not getting a hard on. Cleaned up, Kelly was a very attractive woman and Michael could guess why her attacker had picked her, but Michael had been brought up to believe that rapists were utter scum. He pushed Kelly away from him so that he could look into her eyes. "It isn't your fault, Kelly," he told her. "You didn't ask him to attack you." "I brought it on myself," she said, sadly. "My momma always said that working at that bar would come to no good. Dressing like this... it's asking for..." Michael cut her off. "You only ask for it if the words come out of your mouth, Kelly." She stumbled back from him, surprised at his anger. He was surprised himself. He turned back to the door. "I'm gonna find that bastard and..." The door explored inward to reveal the Stalker standing behind it. He raised something and Michael felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. The world faded to black accompanied by Kelly's screams. Outside the dreamscape, Julia let out a wail of terror herself. He had gone in without waiting to be told what could happen, and now he had taken a shotgun hit to the chest. If he died in there... Disregarding her own advice, Julia pushed through the skin of the dream and found herself standing outside the ruined door of the apartment. She was more experienced than Michael; she knew to expect trouble and how to prepare herself to deal with it. She looked down at her right hand and a .38 revolver appeared in it. She eased back the hammer, took two deep breaths, and lunged through the door. She saw Kelly, blood sprayed over her white top, kneeling on the bed with her hands behind her head. She turned, seeing Michael's body lying crumpled against a wall. There was a perfect ballistic splatter mark formed of his blood all the way up the wall behind him. She carried on turning, raising the pistol into firing position as she did so, to see... the empty kitchen. "Drop the gun, an' kick it over to me," said a voice from behind her. "Do it now, or I'll blow your brains all over the other wall." Slowly, Julia allowed the gun to fall to her side, eased the hammer down, and dropped the weapon to the floor. Once that was done she turned to see the shadow figure standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A pump-action shotgun, the one she had seen him use on Michael, was aimed right at her. She pushed her foot up against the pistol and kicked it over to the Stalker. He dropped to one knee and picked up the gun. The cylinder was popped open and checked, then slammed shut. "Good, fully loaded. This'll be much more useful for what I've got in mind." He looked Julia up and down, and she got the impression she was not going to like what he had in mind. "Git up on the bed, beside the black pussy. On your knees an' put your hands behind your head." Julia walked over to the bed and climbed up beside Kelly. She knelt beside the black girl, upright, not on her haunches, and put her hands up behind her head. The Stalker walked around to look at them. He prodded Julia's arm with the barrel of the shotgun. "Push your arms back, pussy, like she's doin'." Julia complied, the action pushing her breasts forward, which was how he wanted it. The gun rattled between her knees. "An' spread your legs wider." Julia had dressed her dream self in a scarlet silk mini-dress tonight; spreading her legs much wider was difficult, but she complied as best she could, stretching the fabric to near breaking point. The Stalker shook his head. "Not good enough. I'll help you." He reached behind his back and produced the big knife he had been carrying earlier. He placed it at the hem of Julia's dress and slipped it upward. The razor edge parted the stretched silk easily, slitting the dress up to her waist. Julia was not wearing panties. "Now spread 'em!" She widened her legs, giving him a good view of her neatly trimmed pussy. "Okay," the Stalker said. "I'm gonna fuck you both, an' I'm gonna cut you," he indicated Julia, "so you'll remember me good. First, though, I want some entertainment. I heard tell of these big city pussy shows where you can watch two pussies getting' it on. I never been to one, though, so you two pussies can put on a show for me." Kelly shook her head violently. "No! You can't mean you want me to..." "I'm afraid he does, dear," Julia said. "I think we'd better..." "No! Not that. I won't do that." The Stalker walked over to stand in front of Kelly, raising the shotgun to her face. Kelly stared at it, mesmerised, her mouth slightly open. The Stalker pushed the barrel of the gun between her lips. "Open wider," he commanded, and she complied, not thinking, and he pushed four inches of cold, metal gun barrel into her mouth. She gagged. "Now suck on it, pussy. Suck on it like you're gonna suck on my cock later on. Suck on it, or I'll pull this trigger an' I'll just have one pussy to play with." Shaking, Kelly closed her lips around the barrel and began to suck. "Yeah," he encouraged, "that's what I wanna see." She closed her eyes and tried to make believe this was her boyfriend's cock. He was engrossed in Kelly's display, and Julia thought she might manage to do something. She could summon up another pistol, have it appear behind her, and then grab for it. The key was that the two dreamers could not be allowed to see it appear. There was an internal logic to dreams which could not be broken under most circumstances. Michael had managed it in the extreme panic of being trapped earlier, but Julia would have to work with the dream. She glanced down, and that was all it took. "Don't you be twitchin', pussy!" the Stalker snapped, aiming the pistol at her with his left hand. "You pull that dress off while I watch your pussy friend, an' then you can get started." Julia reached down to the cut hem of her dress and pulled it upward, peeling the silk off her body to leave her naked apart from a pair of three-inch stiletto shoes. She dropped the silk rag onto the floor and returned her hands to their position behind her head, thrusting her breasts out as far as she could. The Stalker pulled the shotgun barrel out of Kelly's mouth and stepped in front of Julia. His shadow-face shifted into what she suspected was a grin, and he slid the barrel up between her legs and began stroking it between her cunt lips. "Maybe I should just fuck you with this cannon," he said. Julia was getting wet, and there was no point in denying it. She walked into dreams to find dangerous places for sex in relative safety, and now she had dived right into the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. There was a real chance he would kill her when he was finished with her, and when you died in your dreams... The situation was making her hot. The barrel of the shotgun rubbed slickly against her clit and she had to stifle a moan. "You could always do that later," she cooed. "Damn right!" He turned, moved quickly to the easy chair, and sat down, the pistol resting comfortably in his lap. "Now you undress that black bitch an' fuck her good. I bet you know how to do that don't ya?" "Yeah," Julia said, turning toward Kelly, "I know how to do that." The black girl looked scared now. "Don't worry, Kelly, you just let me do the work and we'll be fine." She reached out and took the hem of Kelly's top in her hands. "Lift your arms." Kelly responded, and Julia pulled the top over Kelly's breasts, up over her head, and off. She tossed it aside and cupped one of Kelly's large breasts in each hand, stroking the undersides of them. "You have beautiful breast, Kelly," she breathed, and bent down to take one of the dark brown nipples in her mouth. Kelly let out a little gasp as the lips touched her flesh, then a soft groan as she felt Julia's tongue teasing her nipple. The nipple swelled under Julia's expert ministrations and Kelly began to relax into the pleasure. Julia swapped breasts and another groan escaped from Kelly. Julia pulled away and said, "Lie down." Kelly stretched out on the bed and Julia pushed her legs together. She hooked her fingers into the top of Kelly's hot pants and pulled them down her long legs. Underneath was a white cotton thong which Julia pulled down next, dropping it over the side of the bed to join the hot pants. Now Julia began stroking Kelly's thighs, sliding her hands up them, brushing the insides with her finger tips. Kelly groaned louder, and spread her legs out of instinct. Julia slipped between the long, ebony limbs and lowered her face to their junction. Kelly let out a gasp of surprise as Julia's tongue snaked between her pussy lips, sliding up to find her clit. The black girl's hands reached out to curl into Julia's hair, pushing her hard against the source of such intense pleasure. Julia slid first one, then two fingers into Kell's cunt, pressing up to find the girl's G-spot. The sudden grunt of pleasure told her that she had found it. Kelly spread her legs wider and began to hump Julia's face. Over in the easy chair, the Stalker had his pants open and was busy with his hand wrapped round his surprisingly white cock. His eyes were glued to the action on the bed and he failed completely to notice the slight stirring of the corpse lying against the wall. Julia slipped her other hand between Kelly's legs and began stroking her index finger up and down the crack in her ass. The skin was slick with sweat and cunt juices, the stimulation of the finger made Kelly buck her hips more. Then Julia placed her finger against the pucker of Kelly's ass. "No!" Kelly yelped. "Not there." But Julia's tongue was making her receptive to things she would never normally have countenanced. "Oh, God, yes, fuck my ass." The Stalker's hand pumped faster, and Julia pressed her slick finger into Kelly's anus. There was a moment's hesitation, a slight tightening of the muscles. Julia's tongue worked faster for an instant and, with a loud groan, Kelly relaxed again. Julia's finger slipped inside and Kelly began to pump onto the two points of penetration. Julia lifted her head for a second, fighting Kelly's hands. "Slow down for a second, girlfriend." Her head dropped back down, but, Kelly stopped bucking so much. Julia worked two more fingers into Kelly's pussy, and a second into her ass. "Good," she breathed, "now lift your legs up and take hold of your knees. Let's give him a real show." Kelly's legs swung up and she caught them behind her knees, as instructed, pulling them down, and spreading them wide so that the Stalker now had a good view of Julia's hands. Julia worked her thumb into Kelly's cunt, alongside her fingers, and then slid the whole of her hand in up to the wrist. Kelly let out a shriek of pleasure mixed with pain, and then Julia's mouth went to work on her once more, and all Kelly could do was buck her hips against her partner's fist and fingers. Kelly's vision blurred and she felt the first signs of an approaching orgasm growing in her belly. "Um gonna cum," she moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me harder." Julia sucked hard on Kelly's clit, lapped her tongue over it, and sucked once more. Her arm pistoned in and out of Kelly's soaking hole, and she worked her other fingers in Kelly's anus. Suddenly, Kelly stopped moving, her body stiffening completely, arms straining to remain holding her legs in place. Then she was a thrashing mass of black flesh, unable to control the sudden, massive pleasure of an orgasm the like of which she had never felt before. Julia did her best to hold onto the bucking bronco she had created, and tried to ride out the storm. In the easy chair, a fountain of cum erupted from the lap of the Stalker. The sight of Kelly cumming under Julia's tender tortures had driven him right over the edge. So it came as quite a shock to him when he heard a click on his left and looked around to see the barrel of the biggest handgun he had ever seen staring back at him. "When they've finished," Michael told him, "I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out." "Y-you're alive," Julia repeated. "You've said that about a dozen times," Michael said. "This is just a dream, I can't die here." Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed beside two women dressed only in footwear, holding a .44 Magnum automatic on the Stalker, who remained seated in the easy chair. Michael had not, yet, shot the Stalker, but he had every intention of doing so as soon as Julia had finished telling him off. Apart from anything, there was blood all over the nice, clean, white shirt Michael was wearing; his own blood. "Oh, but you can," Julia replied. "Have you ever heard that legend about dreams where you're falling? Normally, you fall, but you never hit the ground, right? Supposedly, if you land, you die in your sleep." "I know that," Kelly supplied. "Right," Julia nodded. "For most people, there's no real chance of death in their dreams. If they are about to die, they wake up. We're different, especially when we enter another person's dreamscape. If we die here, our minds die, and our bodies are left as lifeless shells." "You know that phrase 'what you don't know can't hurt you?'" Michael asked. "Good thing you didn't tell me that before I came in here." Julia looked at him incredulously. "Are you trying to say that the reason you didn't die is because you didn't know you were supposed to?" "You have a better explanation?" "Well, no..." There was no better explanation. Well, maybe... No, that was just a fairy story. "Yeah, I guess you must be right. So, now you know, don't do it again!" "I'll be more careful in future," he promised. "Now let's see who this jerk-off is." He handed the gun to Julia and walked over to the Stalker. He grabbed the man's face at the hairline and pulled down, ripping away the shadows that masked his features. Magic Lessons Part 1 "Th-that's Mickey!" Kelly cried out. "He runs the bar I work, um, worked at. He fired me, over the telephone, after I couldn't come into work for a week after he raped me." Michael took the Magnum back from Julia. "Is that right? Well, let's see if Mickey can die in this dream." He pulled the trigger. Mickey let out a shriek, throwing his hands in front of his face... and then evaporated into nothingness right in front of them. "He woke up," Julia said. "Well this won't be the last that creep sees of me," Michael replied. Chapter Nine "Ooo, yeah, that's good." Lucy was working her way toward heaven, perched upon Michael's cock. He was lying on Julia's lounger, in her back yard, with Lucy straddling his hips. Her feat could reach the ground from here and he had to do no work at all as she slid up and down on his shaft. She was facing his feat, and so could not see his face. It was a good thing, as she might have been displeased to see that he was not really paying attention to her fucking him. Michael was still trying to work out the best thing he could do to pay Mickey back for his nightly depredations of Kelly's sanity. "Oh, oh, oh," Lucy said, nearing orgasm. "Oh my God!" The voice was Michael's mothers and he sat up to see her standing in the gateway into the yard. "Michael, what are you..." She gasped again as Julia walked out of the house carrying a tray of drinks. Julia was naked apart from a pair of ear rings. Anger flared in Michael's mind, along with embarrassment and fear. His thoughts about Mickey combined with his desire not to be discovered fucking Lucy by his mother. "Mom, don't see this," he said. His mother staggered backward, blinked a couple of times, and then squinted at the yard as though having trouble seeing it. "What am I doing here?" she said. Then she closed the gate and walked away. Julia looked at him, amazed. "How did you do that?" "Don't know, don't care," Michael replied. He bucked his hips up to start Lucy off again, but she climbed off him. "Can't start again just like that," she breathed. "Your mom gave me a hell of a shock." Despite the fact that he had no real interest in sex right now, this irritated Michael no end. "Julia, you fuck me then." "No, Michael, I want to talk about..." "Get down on your knees," he hissed. His anger was getting out of control and he had no idea why. Julia froze, and then put the tray down on the patio table. She dropped to her knees, her eyes slightly glazed. "Down on all fours," he growled, and she complied. He walked around behind her and pulled her legs apart. "P-please, Michael, don't do this," Julia whimpered. He jammed his cock into her and she cried out. Luckily he was still lubricated from Lucy's pussy as Julia was quite dry. He pulled out again and jammed himself into her. Out, and once more in. This was no fun. "You will like this," he hissed. "You want to be fucked." Julia let out a growl of desire. "Tell me you want to be fucked." "Oh god, Michael, fuck me. I want you in me. Fuck me now!" Satisfied, Michael began pumping into her. Her body responded instantly, lubricating her to make his thrusts easier. She began moaning and mewling under the hammering he was giving her cunt. A minute later he came, felling her vaginal muscles pulsing around him as she orgasmed with him. He pulled out and collapsed, spent, onto the warm slabs of the patio. He looked up into the horrified face of Lucy. She was standing over Julia, who was curled into a ball, sobbing. "W-what did you do that for?" Lucy asked. "I just wanted a minute's rest. I'd have come back. Y-you didn't have to rape her." The word hammered into Michael's mind like a bullet. What the hell had he just done? His face flushed bright red, his mind screamed for escape. He grabbed up the trunks he had worn to walk to Julia's house, struggled into them and ran. He did not stop until he was in his own room with the door locked shut. Michael stayed in his room for the rest of the day, not even emerging for his evening meal. He was mortified by what he had done. He was no better than Mickey, a man that Michael despised. As the sun set, Michael heard a sound and turned to look where it had come from. There was nothing there, just shadows in the corner of the room. Except that the shadows seemed to shift as he looked at them. Was there a figure standing there? A woman? Michael sat on the bed and did his best to concentrate. His heart was pounding in his chest. He felt as if he was about to throw up. Slowly, his mind and perceptions shifted into the astral world, and there was Julia, waiting for him. She was dressed in a typical short, white dress and matching calf-length boots. There was a sad sort of smile on her face. "I wasn't sure you'd come," she said. "Julia... I'm so..." She cut him off before he could continue the apology. "I'm not interested in how sorry you are, I think I know that. We'll discuss why you did it later. I need to talk to you about what you did." "It was terrible..." She stepped toward him and placed her index finger over his lips. He stopped speaking. "Michael, you did something to me that I can't bring myself to forgive you for at the moment." His heart sank, but she kept speaking. "I don't think you quite understand how... impossible what you did was!" He had thought of many words for it: disgusting, unconscionable, criminal. 'Impossible' was not one of things he had thought of. "I... I don't understand," he said. "Okay, there are maybe three of our kind in the world right now who can affect waking minds. There's an Israeli woman who spent thirty years in Mossad. If she concentrates so hard her ears bleed she can make a single person kind of forget she's in a room. She has to stand stock still and she can't have any attention drawn to her or she's fucked. You changed your mother's perceptions of a scene that most have really shocked her so that she couldn't see any of us and didn't remember the event. "There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control the minds of men, or summon demons, or turn people into frogs. It weakens the barriers between the real world and the astral so things that happen in the astral affect reality more easily. We need to find out how come you can pull stunts like this now and there's only one person I can think of who can help us. "However, she's gonna have to wait. We have someone to help." "Kelly!" "Yep. When she dreams tonight, old Mickey will be back for more unless you stop him." Michael got up off the bed. "Then I'd better get to it," he said. Kelly was sitting on the bed in the apartment looking very nervous when Julia appeared behind her. Once more, the black girl was dressed in her Mickey's Bar uniform. "Hi, Kelly," Julia said. Kelly jerked around to see Julia standing there. "Oh, thank God," she exclaimed. "I thought you weren't coming." "Don't you worry. We're here, and when Mickey turns up..." As if on cue, the door crashed open and the shadow figure of Mickey the Stalker was standing there. "Hello, pussies," he growled. "We're gonna have fun tonight." "Oh yeah," Michael replied, "we sure are." He was standing behind Mickey, holding the Magnum to the back of the shadow's head. "The difference tonight, Mickey old pal, is that this isn't Kelly's nightmare..." The world twisted around them without warning. Suddenly they were in Mickey's Bar, and Mickey was tied, spread-eagled and naked, to the pool table. "...it's yours." "Did you have to strip him?" Julia said, grimacing. "God he's an ugly son-of-a-bitch!" She glanced at Kelly. "Hey, Kelly, you worked here, right? Maybe you could get me a drink? White wine would be nice." Kelly nodded and went off behind the bar, returning with a tall, cold glass. "Thank you. Now what should we do with tubby here?" "I have an idea," Michael replied. His hand came up holding the long knife Mickey had used on Kelly. He stepped up to the pool table and rested the edge of the blade under Mickey's balls. "What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway." Michael leaned over, holding the severed prick in another towel. "I can put this back on, but I don't really think I want to. I might be persuaded to do so if..." "What? Mickey cried, spitting out the towel. The tears were making his ugly face even puffier. It wasn't a pretty sight. "I'll come and glue this back on, if you go to the police and confess to all the rapes you've committed. Oh, and before you're put away for a good long time, I want you to sign your bar over to Kelly, as a gesture of good will." "No, I won't do it." Julia looked up at Michael. "Maybe you should just make him eat his cock?" "No!" Mickey wailed. "Okay, okay, I'll do it." He started blubbering again, so Julia stuffed the towel back in his mouth. Julia and Michael walked over to where Kelly was standing. "He won't bother you again," Michael told her. "You wanna keep a hold of this?" He held up the towel containing Mickey's privates. Kelly grimaced. "Yuck, no! He's a lot less frightening like that. To think I used to be terrified of him." "I guess we'll be going," Michael said. "I'll walk Kelly home," Julia said. "You need to go see Lucy. She was very upset this afternoon." "Oh, err, okay. Sure you don't want me to come with you?" Julia leaned over so that her mouth was beside Michael's ear. "I still haven't forgiven you, and you need to spend some time with Lucy. Oh, and Kelly here owes me a really good tongue bath." Michael sighed and, with a sad smile, faded out of the dreamscape. "Now then, Kelly," Julia said, "which way to your bedroom, I mean, apartment."