Home

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all promising opportunities while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens...? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

...grah. There's no point. The only place you want to be now is back home, in the comfort of your small but well-equipped one room apartment. Your fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, your TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer...yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Hm...that's it. Home. If there's a single place you want to be when you go through this door, it's definitely your apartment.

Mind clear with the image of your comfortable apartment and soft bed, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

You wake up in your apartment and take a quick shower. Well, that was either best or the weirdest dream you ever had - possibly both.

Putting some clothes on you hear some faint moans in the background. Neighbours must be having their morning sex. They moved in next to you some four or five months ago, and they usually do it early in the morning. The walls are thin, and you can occasionally hear an "oh god!" or two, but it's not enough to jerk off to anyway.

Clive and Emilia are both teachers, just a year out of college, working their first real teaching jobs downtown. They have no children of their own yet, but from the sounds of those moans - aren't they unsually load? - it's not for a lack of trying.

Shirt buttoned and shoes tied, you open the door to step outside and have some fresh summer air. Block seems as busy as usual for a normal Thursday morning - a senior couple is walking their yapping dog, somebody's getting a UPS visit, and a slim, blond man is getting his shaft licked by a nude, cedar-haired beauty fondling her boob.

Wait, what?

That's not really how Thursdays usually go.

And also, you don't thi-... wait, is that Clive and Emilia?!

"There you are!" Clive shouts, stunning your thought process further. "We were starting to get worried about you!"

"... about me?" you reply.

"Well, yeah - you're late, John! Usually you're balls deep in Emilia."

"I am?" you ask eloquently.

"John, are you okay? You seem a little... off."

Clive seems genuinely concerned for you. Emilia looks back at you, clearly confused about why you're not fucking her, but she doesn't stop the blowjob. Instead, she opts to use the wall of her mouth, the way you'd use a toothbrush.

"C'mon man," Clive continues. "Just stick it in her pussy and snap out of it."

He's right, you realise. Since using your neighbour as you please is apparently an everyday happening in this world, you should stop overthinking things and just grab the bull by the horns - or the playmate by the tits, in this case. Besides, as you look up you can see Emilia egging you on as well. Now she's on all four, with her smooth, velvety ass up in the air for grabs, wiggling it provocatively at you...

That does it. "Sorry guys! I guess I'm just having a weird day," you apologise as you take your clothes off. You put a hand on that glorious butt and stop to admire the perfection that is Emilia's nether regions. How often haven't you phantasised about this wonderful body? Her pussy is clean-shaven and glistening slightly - she's no doubt very aroused; her full but not quite ample breasts are dangling freely, with her bright red nipples standing almost as erect as your cock is by now. And judging by the colour of her bottom, it looks like Clive's been doing a little spanking session before you arrived.

"When in Rome," you think, grabbing Emilia gently while pointing your rock-hard penis to the entrance. She adjusts slightly to allow you easier access, eagerly awaiting the sensation. "Isn't that better than a baboon's butt?" Clive laughs loudly, and you remember the weird comment Charles made, resolving to find out exactly what he meant by it - but later.

With the last shred of your hesitation gone, you finally guide yourself slowly inside. You were prepared to take it a step at a time, but Emilia is wet enough to accomodate your entire length without needing to edge yourself in bit by bit. "Oh my god!" she gasps faintly.

You close your eyes and pause for a second, just to enjoy being as far inside her as possible. She's so warm, and - holy fuck, is she doing contractions?! As you open your eyes again, you can see she's let go of her husband's penis to look back at you and smile cheekily.

Well, two can play that game. With your right hand still on her buttock, you reach forward with your free hand to fondle one of her wonderful breasts. Then, you grab with both hands firmly while you begin moving in and out.

No longer in command, Emilia loses her breath briefly before gladly resigning to being the submissive one. She bites her lip and moves a hand down to give herself an extra bit of pleasure, but Clive isn't satisfied yet, moving her head back and forcing her mouth open to get sucked some more.

"Forcing" might be a stretch. The slender high school teacher willingly locks her lips around Clive's girth to give him just the right suction for a facefuck. You're starting to wonder if this is part of their - and your! - morning routine, or if it usually goes differently.

Amazingly, Emilia is still meeting your thrusts with squeezes now and then to tighten herself up and massage you along the way. There's no way you'll last very long like this, you realise, as Clive starts to moan louder. He pushes himself to the hilt and trembles while his wife swallows every last drop. When he finally releases her head and lets go with a "pop!", already dwindling in size, she looks back at you and you see that she doesn't even have a drop of sperm on her face.

"Uhm, where can I come?" you ask, starting to feel the build-up inside you.

"Oh, honey," Emilia retorts, surprised. "You know you can come anywhere you want - on me or in me. Just let go when you feel like it, as usual!"

Is... is she actually begging for a load from you?! This is incredible! You let go of her tit and put both hands on her hips so you can push harder with every impulsion. No longer having to concentrate on two fronts, Emilia cries out in ecstacy and lunges herself into an orgasm. Her sex spasms against you as she tries to remain balanced on the ground, but the effort ultimately proves too much, and she collapses on her arms while you keep her ass steady in the air.

You look down at your fuckmate and realise you can do absolutely anything you want to her. That, and Emilia's post-climactic shivers, is enough to send you over the edge. You make a few extra strong thrusts, then finally spear her to the hilt and stop for a second to release the first wave deep inside of her. Damn, she feels great! Going in and out, more slowly now, you add more sperm to her womb with every recoil until you decide to suddenly withdraw and squeeze the last few drops out on her behind.

Completely spent, you take a step back and sit down on the grass for a minute, appreciating the view.

Emilia rolls around on her back, breasts going up in the air and back down again rapidly as she tries to breathe herself back into composure. She spreads her legs for you and smiles. Her fingers are already back down there, collecting your cum mixed with her own juices, bringing the cocktail to her mouth for a taste. Man, who knew your quiet little next-door neighbour was so fond of sperm?!

"John, darling, that was wonderful," she says. "Perhaps tomorrow you can do me in the butt? You haven't fucked me there in a while!"

"Anything for you, Emilia!" you immediately blurt out, seriously contemplating going back to sleep so that tomorrow comes sooner - and to recharge your batteries.

"Feel better now, dude?" Clive asks with a huge grin.

"Haha, yeah," you reply. "Don't know what got into me today. Guess I must have slept weirdly or something."

"Well, don't overthink it! You know if Clive's already fucking me you can just pick a hole and join in," Emilia adds. And she's right, of course. Don't overthink it, indeed - that's twice now you've been given that advice, and you should start heeding it.

But you're also really eager to investigate this new world you've wished into creation! So where do you go now?