She was a vagina again -- slightly less tight. It didn't hurt.
"What the HELL is going on?" shouted Adam.
Molly and George took turns explaining the situation in the pauses between Adam's incredulous outbursts.
When
Molly said, "She can't hear you," Adam immediately shouted, about as
loud as a dead person could shout, "Daphne, Daphne! This is your dad!
Can you hear me?"
"Aw, shit!" said Daphne.
"Daphne, this is your dad! I'm dead, I guess. Can you hear me?"
"No, no, this isn't happening," said Daphne softly.
The owner of the shaft gasped and groaned with pleasure. Molly could feel the cock twitching as it delivered its load.
He didn't pull out right away.
"Did you have a good time?" asked the boy.
"Yeah OK, it felt nice," said Daphne.
"What were you saying?"
"I... It was really creepy. I could swear I heard my father shouting to me."
The boy chuckled. "Oh. Freud would have things to say about that."
"No, it's real, it's real!" shouted Adam. "I really am talking to you! I love you to pieces!"
"Uh, I gotta go," said Daphne.
"Not going to spend the night?" asked the boy.
"I'd like to, but it's just this is so weird. You're great, it's not that."
When
John glided into Susan, the party of the bride talked with excitement.
Adam was not present, of course, since Susan was his sister, not his
descendant.
"What does it mean?" said Molly
"A coincidence, I figure," said Phyllis.
"You think so?" said Sarah.
"Well,
everyone told us they can never detect us at all, but... what if
they're wrong?" said George. "Hey, Susan!" This is your father! Can you
hear me?"
Susan did not react. They could feel her nimble fingers gradually increasing her sexual arousal.
"Susan! It's grandma!" shouted Sarah.
"It's your mother, Susan. I love you, Susan!" yelled Molly.
Susan's arousal built gradually.
"I love you, honey," said the living John. "I really do."
Susan's arousal surged a bit.
"What would you like most now?" he asked.
"A little higher... yeah, like that... and just keep it up, that rhythm, that's wonderful..."
Many
relatives called out to Susan, as loud as they could, sometimes talking
over each other. Even Molly's father called out in a loud monotone.
Grandma Phyllis prayed.
But their efforts were rewarded with
nothing -- though Susan did have a small but real orgasm -- the first
since Adam's death. If she was hearing things it almost certainly would
have gotten in the way of that release.
Each time Molly came to consciousness, she hoped she would be instantiated as Daphne's vagina. But it was always Susan's.
They
debated about how they could handle things better when Daphne had sex
again. They looked at it from her point of view. Of course she thought
she was hallucinating. Any sane person would assume that if you hear
your dead father's voice you are hallucinating. Since he had died young
and unexpectedly, within the past few years, the psychiatrists would be
less surprised. If these hallucinations happened during sex, they would
nod knowingly, especially those with Freudian inclinations.
What
could they convey to Daphne that would convince her it was real? There
was no point in repeating some shared secret that only she and some
ancestor shared. If Daphne knew it, it was within the range of
hallucination. They needed to tell her something new. Something she
could not have known before but could verify in the real world.
Grandpa
Malcolm described some money he'd left in the wall of his last house, a
nest egg for emergencies. He'd died suddenly and had no time to even
tell Phyllis where it was. They all thought that was interesting, and
listened to him describe the location. But it was complicated. City,
address, room, wall, height. It would quite likely take longer to
convey than the average excited young man would stay inserted in a
vagina before he blew his load and withdrew. Daphne would have to
remember a lot. And Malcolm confessed that he wasn't positive about the
details -- he could surely find it if he was there himself. And there
was no guarantee that old house was still there. Or it might have been
renovated and the money discovered and removed then.
Molly
suggested Daphne be told to track down a certain man who had been her
boyfriend in high school and relay that time they had come across a
skunk eating a dead dog. They all agreed that was memorable -- but even
if he confirmed it, it might just be him being agreeable, perhaps
hoping to make friends with an attractive young woman. But they could
phrase it differently -- have her ask him to verify what animal they
had seen eating what animal?
Phyllis questioned whether they
should do anything at all, other than try to convince Adam to be quiet.
Was it a good thing for the living to know what the afterlife was like?
They listened politely, but the prospect of communicating and being
relevant to the living was just an irresistible draw.
George had
a more promising idea. He had written some erotic stories and posted
them online on ASSTR. He'd never told anyone, and the account was
presumably languishing there forever, protected by a password known
only to a dead man. But if Daphne knew it, she could log in. That
sounded good to everyone.
There were further complications. It
was one thing to convince Daphne that she wasn't hallucinating, but how
could she convince anyone else? And -- small detail -- they wondered
how Daphne would feel about having sex with all her ancestors not just
listening in -- not just watching -- but actually inhabiting her own
genitals and feeling what she felt as the act took place.
This time Molly emerged from unconsciousness as the stiff intruder, the penetrator, the penis.
"Wait, where am I?" came the loud voice of Adam.
"This must be Kyle losing his virginity!" said George.
"Kyle? Kyle? Is that you?" shouted Adam.
"Kyle, can you hear me?" called out Molly.
Others of the recent ancestors called out too.
Kyle's cock was a couple inches into his first pussy, and the entire party of the groom could easily tell he was very excited.
But he hesitated a moment. "That was weird," he muttered.
"What?" came the voice of the girl.
"Never mind," he said returning to thrusting.
"He heard me. He heard me!" said Adam. "Yes, Kyle, it's me!"
"Hey!" said Molly. "If he did hear you, it's going to be weird, right? Don't scare him to death."
Whatever
Kyle's concerns might be about hallucination, he had a higher priority.
He was fucking a girl for the first time in his life, it felt
fantastic, and in under a minute he climaxed, feeling immense pleasure
and relief, a pleasure his ancestors shared with him.
He didn't pull out right away.
"Did you have a good time?" he asked the girl.
"Yeah," she said, with muted enthusiasm. "You'll learn to last longer, I bet. That's what they say."
"Oh," said Kyle.
"What was that weird thing?"
"Oh, I just thought I heard my father's voice."
"Like replaying things he'd told you? Let's see... 'Son, there's nothing like the first time.'"
Kyle laughed. "No, not really. More like I actually heard him talk."
"You did, you did!" shouted Adam.
"Tell him to do it again and last longer, and we'll tell him lots of stuff," said George.
Adam relayed the message.
"OK," murmured Kyle as his cock eased out of his first lay.
Kyle's cock slid into a vagina and woke his ancestors. It felt like a different vagina.
The
ancestors convinced Adam to keep quiet for the time being. As Kyle
rowed in and out, the ancestors argued and planned and strategized.
They had had a plan worked out for Daphne, but not Kyle. Within a
minute, their revised plan was taking shape.
"Well, no voices this time," whispered Kyle with relief, pumping more assertively in and out of his girl.
"I'm
still here," said Adam calmly. "But don't tell her you're hearing my
voice! Try not to come too soon, and I'll have more to tell you in a
bit."
Kyle's rhythm faltered as his father spoke, but then he went back to a strong, slow thrusting.
The
party of the bride was surprised and asked what was going on. They told
them to keep quiet because they had important stuff to work out.
After
30 seconds, Adam spoke again. "So, here's the explanation. Every time
two people have sex -- penis in vagina, then the ancestors of those two
people are conscious and present... But as far as the ancestors know,
from talking back and forth, this is the first time any dead folks have
been able to communicate with the living. Me to you. And, well, to your
sister too... But we know how it must seem. Totally impossible. So you
need to be convinced you're not hallucinating -- we get it. So, here's
what you do. There's an account on asstr.org, the name is StudGeorge,
all one word, and the password is CuntFuckyFuck. So you try that and it
works (we hope)... so you can't learn a password by hallucinating,
right? ... So, say, uh, 'this feels so good!' if you get it, or 'this
is amazing!' if you want me to repeat it."
"This is amazing!"
"Oh, good!" said the girl. "Maybe a little slower, and press in firmly and hold it when you're in all the way?"
"Sure
thing, Meredith" said Kyle. Molly could feel the difference. The girl
was taking in his entire length so their pubic hair mats could press
together firmly when he was in deep.
After Adam repeated his explanation, Kyle said, "This feels so good!"
"Good," said the girl.
Adam
said, "Great. We know some of the ancestors are here. We figure maybe
all are but some just don't speak. But they're telling me to
concentrate on giving your girl what she wants. We can wait."
Kyle did then concentrate on doing what the girl asked. She liked it, but said it wasn't getting her near orgasm.
"Kyle, your mom says to ask Meredith to use her fingers to get herself off while you're going in and out."
"Uh, you want to use your fingers so you can get off?"
"While you're doing it?"
"Yeah."
"That would be weird."
"Oh."
"Your mom says, tell her you'd find it really hot if she'd do that."
"Well, I'd find it really hot."
"Really? Well..."
The ancestors could feel by gentle tugging near the base of Kyle's penis that the girl was doing it.
From the party of the bride came a voice saying, "That's very nice of you all."
"That's so hot!" said Kyle. "If you can get so you'll come, that would fantastic." This he said without prompting.
"Well, I'll try... But you gotta do it like you're really into it too."
"OK, well, that's no problem! I just don't want to come too soon."
The ancestors felt him thrust more assertively.
They could hear Meredith's little gasps and moans becoming more excited.
"Oh, I'm almost there..."
"That's fantastic!" said Kyle.
"OK, just do it fast and hard. I'll take my fingers out, so you're the one making me come. Real fast and hard!" she said.
Kyle
complied. Seconds later the girl cried out, gasping. Kyle went even
faster, and within a couple seconds he climaxed too, and Molly noticed
again how she could feel the sperm pulsing through his cock as
background to the ecstasy.
Once again Kyle slid into a girl. It felt like the same pussy, and the party of the bride confirmed it was Meredith.
Once again the girl used her fingers, had an orgasm, and then Kyle had his.
As he lay on her, cock inside, Adam relayed some more instructions.
Kyle said, "I got a confession to make. I know it sounds really weird, but I really am hearing my dad."
Meredith gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, right."
"I
know you don't believe it. I didn't believe it, but he proved it to me
by giving me a password. And I can prove it to you too."
"Yeah? How?"
"Well...
first of all, your grandparents all say they love you very much. But...
your grandma... Grandma Claire? That time she walked in on you
masturbating and gave you a lecture about it? She's really sorry about
that."
"No, what? This is too weird! Get off of me!"
"Bye, guys," sighed Kyle just before he disengaged from his panicked lover.