A dream and a visit (Allison and Melinda)

7 A.M. Mountain Time, the same Saturday. Phoenix, Arizona

Allison DuBois lays sound asleep and she begins to dream.

There's a room full of naked men, all fully aroused. A woman is on her knees, naked and has her wrists bound above her head. Her body has semen dripping all over her and she breathes deeply, obviously exhausted. One man stands out. He seems to be dressed in something like a Toga. There's a oddly dressed woman in front of him. She has on some kind of costume and a gold Tiara. She's standing stiffly as the robed man approaches her and begins to fondle her breasts.

The view of her dream seems to be from behind that woman as her strapless top is pulled down to reveal her full breasts, the robed man obviously admiring them as he feels them.

"So strange to find a Princess of the Amazons in this city named for Angels," she hears the man quip and he steps back a bit with a grin. He moves a hand in a downward motion and sees the costumed woman lower herself to her knees in front of him, but stiffly, as if she's trying to resist but can't.

She thinks it strange that she's also feeling a sense of trying to resist as she dreams. She gasps in her sleep as the robed man raises his Toga to reveal a hard cock, but it seems to be changing in size and girth before her very eyes. He's speaking to the costumed woman, but can't make out what he's saying. He takes a step and she sees the costumed woman's mouth grudgingly open as the man slips the head of his cock between her lips.

"I'll start with a mortal's smaller size and work my way up, just as I did with your Queen," she hears him say to her as he starts to move his hips back and forth.

"We must begin the Bacchanal, but firstly, you mortal women must be properly attired," he says with a laugh and waves his hand.

She gasps again in her sound sleep as she sees herself in the dream. She's standing in the same room and there are 5 other women beside her, all standing as stiffly as she is.

At the wave of his hand, she starts to undress, as do the other 5, not stopping until they stand there totally naked in front of the group of 20 or so naked men.

"You women must also be in the proper frame of mind for the festivities," he says with a chuckle and with another wave of his hand, she and the others start to squirm in arousal.

She writhes in her sleep, as she can sense how horny she's suddenly become. The man nods at the other men and she watches as 3 approach her. She can feel herself trying to resist, but can't as she's lead to a cushion. She can feel them men's hands as they openly caress and explore her nude body, even to the point that she can feel herself helpless to stop them.

She sees one of the men fondling her lay down on the cushions, his hard cock pointing straight up. She sees herself positioned over him, then lowered onto his waiting dick. She sees her full breasts bounce as she starts to move up and down on the impaling member.

She twists and turns in her sleep as one of the other men kneels behind her, his hard cock rubbing against her soft, rounded rear. She sees him flex his hips as he guides his cock into her rear entrance. Her mouth opens to cry out, but is quickly silenced as the third man slides his cock into her mouth. The men all feel her large swaying and bouncing tits as they fill her openings. She sees the other women all being used in the same fashion and other ways.

Allison awakes with a start, sitting up quickly, her breathing ragged. She's never had a dream that affected her like this before. She can feel the sweat on her forehead.

She looks down and sees her thick nipples are hard and almost painfully aroused. her large breasts feel swollen. She can feel the moisture between her thighs and the throbbing of her swollen clit.

She looks at her husband sleeping peacefully beside her then looks quickly at a clock, her children are still asleep at that time. She licks her dry lips and pushes down the bed sheets, getting them down to her husband's knees.

She gets onto her knees beside him and pulls the front of his boxers down just far enough for her to uncover his dick. She bends over to take his soft cock into her mouth, sucking on it.

She reaches back to raise her nightgown to her waist, slipping a hand between her moistened thighs to caress her own mound. She feels her husband stirring a bit as her sucking starts to get results, his cock swelling and growing in her mouth. She slithers a couple of fingers into her own wetness, moving them in and out as her head starts to move up and down with his growing size.

'A..Allison? What the...?" he begins to ask as he awakes to the sight of his wife sucking his dick as he slept.

Allison quickly pulls her fingers out of her dripping pussy and covers his mouth with her hand. She raisies her head, her free hand pumping his awakened cock.

"Don't talk. I need you to fuck me... NOW!!" she says with a hunger in her eyes. She drops her head back down, sucking hard on his cock to show her need, at the same time. slipping one of her wet fingers into his mouth.

He tastes her juices and sucks at her finger for a few moments as her head bobs wantonly on his stiff member. She suddenly raises her head and twists her body to straddle him. His cock slides easily into her sopping wet pussy as she lowers herself onto him. His mouth opens to speak and she quickly stops him.

"Don't talk. Just fuck me," she says in a husky voice as she starts to ride his cock.

He's never seen Allison this way, but isn't in the mood to complain as he feels how wet she is. She grabs his hands and crushes them onto her tits, urging him to feel them.

Remembering her dream, she presses a couple of fingers together and slips them into her mouth like a cock. She reaches back with her other hand, the one she was feeling her own pussy with, and moves her wet fingers to her rear entrance. She moans as she slips a finger into her rounded ass, now being almost as she was was being filled in her dream.

She knows she has to go to Los Angeles, the cith of Angels that's she's almost postive that the robed man was referring to, and isn't sure just how to tell her husband, but that can wait until after they finish fucking, she muses to herself as she arches her back and grinds on him, rubbing her throbbing clit against his pubic bone.

5 A.M. Eastern Time the same Saturday in the town of Grandville.

Melinda Gordon can't sleep. She doesn't know why she's feeling restless. She slips a robe over her pyjamas and makes some coffee, looking out the window while she sips it. Her husband, an EMS, is working the night shift, leaving her all alone in the house.

She suddenly feels a presence and now knows why she was restless. Another ghost need her help to cross over to their final rest. She sighs quietly and turns to see who it may be.Her eyes widen, her jaw dropping, the cup of coffee slipping out of her hand at the sight before her.

It's a naked woman on her knees and she's moving as if she's getting fucked, her mouth open as if she was sucking a cock. Something else is strange as she's out of focus, as if on the precipice of being and not being. Melinda can hear her moans and she squirms at the sound.

The woman's body suddenly stops its movements and disappears, leaving Melinda dumbfounded. She starts to pick up the pices of her shattered coffee mug when the woman reappears, this time on her feet, a surprised, confused look on her face.

"Where... where am I?" the apparrition asks, looking around.

"You're in Grandview, in my home," Melinda answers in a soft voice, seeing the nervous state of the ghost.

"I...I was in L.A. How did I get here?" she ghost asks.

Melinda doesn't know that answer either as every ghost she's dealt with in the past is a local spirit. Her shock grows as she sees the ghost's body more clearly. It looks like it's coverd in cum. White sploches of male protein all over her.

"Who are you?" Melinda asks. " Can you tell me what happened to you?

"I..I'm Patty. Patty Evans. Who are you?" the spirit asks in return.

"I'm Melinda Gordon. I've been known to talk to ghosts," Melinda responds.

"GHOSTS?? You.. you mean I'm... dead??" Patty asks with a shocked look and Melinda nods.

"OH MY GOD!! They did it! they fucked me to ****," Patty says with an incredulous look on her face.

"They... WHAT?" Melinda asks in shock. She reaches back and grabs onto the window sill for support.

"There were so many men, so many cocks," the ghost begins, as if talking to herself.
"They fucked me everywhere. In my mouth, My tits. My pussy. My ass. Everywhere. All at the same time. And they all took turns. When one came, another took his place. I was fucked for hours and hours. Over and over and over.Even Lord B had his turns. His cock was different everytime. Short and thick, long and slender.He fucked me so long and never came. he just kept pounding and pounding and pounding."

Melinda listens in shocked silence as the spirit, Patty, goes on describing what happened. Despite whatever compassion she's feeeling for the ghost, she's shocked when she feels something else.

She's getting aroused. Melinda pulls her robe tighter as she feels her full breasts swell, her nipples stiffening. She subtly rubs her thighs together as she feels her moistness building. Her breathing becoming deeper as her arousal grows.

Patty suddenly stops her descriptive narrative and stares at Melinda. " OH MY GOD! My sister! She's there too. It's all my fault. She'll never forgive me. NEVER!" she sobs.

" I...I'll help you. I swear I will," Melinda blurts out.

"Please! You have to. You have to help me find her before the same things happens to her. MY GOD!! I'm SO SORRY!"

With that statement, the ghost disappears. Melinda just stares at the spot where the ghost stood and she knows she has to honour her promise to help. And that means she has to leave for L.A. as soon as she can. She'll figure out how to tell her husband later, but first she has to pack.

Melinda rushes into her bedroom to start to gather her things. As she stands by her dresser, she notes that her robe has slipped open and she can see the oulines of her puckered nipples. Seeing that makes her aware of the moisture between her soft thighs.

"I'll get packing as soon as I take care of something more immediate," she says to herself, and turns to her bed.

She slips out of her robe and sits on the side of her bed, opening up her nightstand drawer. She lifts up a blanket she has lining the bottom of it, and reaches under it. She pulls out a vibrator and turns it on, hoping the batteries still work. They do.

She stands and slips her pyjama bottoms off. She can see her trimmed bush matted with moisture and the cool air of uncovering her mound sending a tingle through her.
She props up a pillow and leans back against it, spreading her shapely legs wide.

She turns the vibrator on, and guides it to her mound. Her breath catches at the contact, not fully realizing how turned on she was until now. She moans as she runs the vibrating toy up and down her juicy slit, almost jumping as it touches her sensitized clit.

Melinda looks at her toy. It's her favourite because of the shape and effect of it. It looks like 2 cocks put together. The larger one for penetration, and when it's deep enough, the smaller one presses deliciously against her clitoris.

She closes her eyes as she slips it into herself and starts to move it in and out, her legs splaying wider as the vibrator plunges deeper. A shudder wracking her body as the smaller one brushes against her throbbing clit. Her back arches and she moans aloud, her body quivering and jerking.She surprised that she came so fast and glances at a clock as she licks her full, dry lips.

"Lot's of time," she murmurs to herself and she starts to move her toy in and out again, but this time much slower, wanting to make this orgasm a good one.