Lydia Doesn't

“NO!” With one word the dream was shattered, Lydia lunged upright from the nightmare breathing heavily, slowly recognizing that her room was ambiently lit by a red glow from the Idol.

She panted heavily, she wanted to do something. To reach out, to remove it, but felt powerless there as she looked at it. She had told it, it could use her.

Gazing at her alarm clock Lydia could hardly believe the time. It was barely 11pm.

She wanted to deny what she now realized, now knew. She was releasing something, and she felt unsure she could stop herself.

As her breath steadied Lydia fought to keep her eyes open, trying to stare at assorted objects In the room as the Idol used the door Lydia had opened for it into her mind to share insights.

Karl and Abe were pretending to not notice what each other were up to, Karl suppressed his grunts and groans, his mind locked on thoughts of fucking Lydia, feeling her lips around his cock, letting his seed spill forth onto her face.

Their parents were slowly fucking in the next room, intimately enjoying one another as they tried to expell their inexplicable arousal.

Mandy was face down in a pillow, toying with herself hoping she was muted enough that her clean and upstanding roommate couldn’t hear her. Unaware of Mei’s own sexual frustration trying to be relieved.

With each blink Lydia sensed the arousal and pleasure of those she had recognized in the orgy.

All as a throbbing seemed to audibly build in her room.

Brandie had her pants half pulled down, hearing her moans echo in the Stairwell from the landing to access the roof. She had no doubt, if caught she would try to trade sexual favour’s for a place to crash for the night.

More to get rid of the frustration than to get a more comfortable place to crash.

Lydia fought not to blink again, her hands gently scratching across her body as she felt the building sexual tension of each individual she had been given the insight of.

They’re only so turned on because of watching you.

The throbbing grew, drumming steadily as Lydia’s sore eyes succumbed to the weight of her eyelids one more time.

Mary woke with a suddenly jolt from the strange sexual dream.

It felt too real, and as Mark woke beside her she couldn’t help but take the chance. Rushing her shirt off before pinning him with passionate need.

Mark struggled to get a word in edge wise, finally managing it as Mary backed off to remove her pants.

“Hurry, get naked. I need you.” Mary urgently remarked barely listening as Mark started stripping naked too.

“But what about your mother.” He nodded towards the wall between the room. Long had their sexual encounters been kept thoroughly secretive to the extent he had no doubt a rushed quicky wasn't allowed here.

“Fuck it if she thinks I’m a whore. I need it.” Mary replied, her words almost loud enough for her mother to make out through the wall as she and Mark set to work trying to quietly, fuck rigorously.

Mary squirmed on her back, grabbing and tugging on her blankets as she lost care to try and control her moans. Her legs were hooked behind Mark’s ass as his powerful steady thrusts shifted the bed more, louder and louder as it shifted and drummed in recoil to the **** off the wall.

Mark marveled at just how sexy Mary seemed as her small pert breasts almost seemed pointed with the hardness of her nipples as she slowly devolved from quietly making love, to loudly rutting like a pornstar.

“Oh… Fff…uck….” Mary groaned in frustration, feeling nothing but arousal and sexual tension build with no sign of climax. “FUCK ME MARK!”

Mark for all he could thrust harder, faster, throwing his weight into each pounding of his cock into his girlfriend, his mind thinking of the strange dream, his imagining they were now fucking in the midst of that room.

“I’m… go… ing… to… make… you.. scream….” Mark grunted, delighting in Mary no longer muting herself, her moans of pleasure growing louder, and obviously reaching beyond the room.

Lydia’s eyes were glassy, no longer could she fight to stare at thing in her room, as the Idol fed off the sexual frustration, the building pleasures, desires, and wanton thoughts of the experience of the minds it had pulled into that realm to watch it fuck Lydia.

To witness her consent. To see her start being used.

Lydia felt her breasts leak gently as she fondled and toyed with her tits, one having the full delight of being cupped, fondled, and it’s nipple played with, as the arm folded across her chest rolled and squeezed the other.

Her other hand was down between her legs, stroking across her hard clit, between her swollen pussy lips and curling just inside, pulling her wetness up over her folds and lubricating for the next intense self pleasuring pass as she moaned out in chorus with her daughter.

Lydia felt regret at breaking them all from their ability to deny the reality of the dream, forcing each of them into the real world to deal with the unresolved pleasure of her incomplete indoctrination for the night.

Lydia however could no longer think of her concern of spreading this, of affecting her daughter. She was so lost in the assorted thoughts, pleasures, and real world insights to those the Idol had already been reaching out to.

You can release them.

Lydia frigged herself harder, feeling a growing, darker perverse pleasure as she intuitively knew she was denying them all the chance to cum. One thought, one word, and they’d all experience pleasure like never before.

Lydia could sense Mark hearing her echoing her daughter, perverse thoughts of being able to fuck his girlfriends mother next emerging plain as day.

Karl thought of just which end would be better to be on, of spit roasting Lydia.

Abe tried not to think of how excited it made him to think of fucking Mei as his brother jerked off on her.

Sarah and Trevor both focused on the hear and now, unable to bridge the difference between their fucking in their bed, and the strange abstract dream orgy.

Mei had begun probing her ass, the question of just what it might be like to get double penetrated growing as she desired more intense stimuli.

Dorothy and Jeb didn’t want to stop, they weren’t just enthralled by the arousal, and rejuvenated vigor and movement. Neither of them could remember the last time their joints ached so little, the elderly couple clung to the moment, for fear of not feeling as young and lively after.

Stella tossed and turned, her blankets and sheets kicked off as she played with herself, questioning why now, all of a sudden she needed a fuck. She cursed and swore at herself, wondering just how she could go about getting this need fucked out of her as she fingered herself.

Lydia couldn’t help but play with herself, escalating her own passion, and arousal. As each denizen of the apartment influenced by the Idol’s intercepting their resting mind bombarded Lydia with their remnant sexual turmoil.

But one particular pairing more taboo than the others began to stand out over them. Lydia tried to deny its draw on her attention, it entreaty on her to just let them all just cum stronger than even the perverse thoughts from the super of just what tenant he’d love to fuck for their rent as he pounded his wife.

Lydia could feel her pussy reverberate with each thrust of Mark’s cock into Mary, she relished each pant, moan, scream, and curse for him to just make Mary cum already.

Lydia could feel the throb and ache of Mark’s cock, each ravenous thrust calling for him to just release, yet some how he seemed to need just one more thrust to cum in Mary as she screamed louder, and more clearly in pleasure.

“FUCK! Mark… make… make me… make me… cum… all.. ready… baby.” Mary panted out squirming and twisting and bucking up into her boyfriend as he hammered down into her once more.

“I’m… not… going… to… be… able… not… to… cum.. in..” Mark panted a warning only to have Mary's legs clamp him inside herself.

“I don’t… care…. I need it… Fuck… why am I such a whore tonight…” Taking the pause in their rutting Mary shifted, she felt like she needed to do something different to break the impasse on cumming, and didn’t dare to stroke or suck Mark’s cock lest she accidentally take it out of play for getting her off.

Shifting herself on all fours Mary glanced back over her shoulder at her sweat glazed boyfriend.

“Come on, fuck me.” Mary lewdly invited, giggling with delight as Mark seemed rejuvenated from the pause and eagerly got up and was soon stroking the head of his shaft up behind Mary as she helped guide between her wet folds.

Soon the panting, pace, and **** were slowly accelerating.

“FUCK ME MARK!” Mary screamed out, stunning Mark with her volume and clarity.

“Your mom will..”

“Hear how great you are at fucking!” Mary replied, partially shocked but excited by the confidence and depravity of the idea. “Come ON! Harder! Harder! Fuck me! Harder!” Mary soon found herself crying out in open declaration of pleasure as she felt Mark’s grip on her hips tighten, her ass ripple ever more forcefully with each thunderclap of their rutting.

Soon the **** of Mark’s clearly invigorated fucking by Mary’s words and cries had her shifting out of being on all fours. Her hands pressed against the wall between her and her mother’s beds to brace her as the Idol’s power and influence grew in the real world as a result of its dabbling in people’s dreams.

Mary felt an electric surge of pleasure tease through her body as she braced herself off the wall, fully aware of the sound of her bed shifting against it, her moans, cries, and screams of pleasure. She swore she could almost hear her mom moaning in response.

The idea took root unexpectedly and strongly, as Mary encouraged Mark to fuck her so thoroughly her mother would be envious, she clearly envisioned her mother groping and fingering herself on the otherside of the wall, her room a glow in a warm crimson light.

Little did Mary know just how clearly aware her mother truly was to what she was going through, Lydia vividly being bombarded by the sensation of the assorted other occupants on the building stuck in a sexual frenzy by Lydia breaking their connection to the lewd dream realm they had all been entagled in until Lydia broke their link.

A link broken too late to halt the Idol’s influence over them all, and it’s ability to feed off the pleasure, their frustration, and most importantly… The only acts capable of forging new souls.

Lydia felt herself being used as a conduit, a living real world anchor through which all these actions were channeled back to it, feeding it, and strengthening it’s binding of Lydia as she mentally lost herself to the lucid ideas, and physical sensations of it all.

But it wasn’t done using her. It merely savored its influence and the actions feeding it, leaving Lydia to decide if, it truly got to feed upon the full course of sexually simmering energies.

Do it….

They’ll have never known such pleasure…

Let them feel the intensity…

Let them feel how good it is…

Can you deny anyone such pleasure?

Lydia tried to shake her head no, her mind swimming with hunger for the euphoric high that the Idol had induced in her each time it had fucked her, and how it had used her in her dreams. She wanted to resist, as she felt her nipples ache her arm and hand smearing the dribbles of corrupting nectar she now leaked. She swallowed, deep, and hard, her mouth watering as her mind lingered on her sucking it’s cock, Lydia yearned to feel it grip her head and use her, relinquish her of making the willful choice it now dangled teasingly.

Bill the Super had his wife bent over the edge of their bed as he railed her, thinking about the two young roommates he’d love a chance to feel around his cock.

His son jerked off in the next room to the thought of getting his cock sucked off by Daniela just like he had been before he had woken in his bed alone.

Sarah and Trevor were going at it like animals. “Are you going to breed me?” Sarah lewdly asked as her husband plowed deeply into her again. “How many babies are you going to put in me this time? Two? Three?”

“Five…” Her husband grunted as he paused deep within her willing as hard as he could to release the pressure in his cock.

Their Twin Sons in the next room had discarded any attempts at subtlety as they both tossed and turned jerking themselves

Fingering her gushing throbbing pussy, Lydia bit her lip, and hesitantly replied reluctantly.