Throughout the night with both parties

“I had SUCH a great time with you tonight! I wish it didn’t have to end,” Jack said.

“Who says it has to?” Veronica smiled, a wave of joy washing over her as she sensed Wendy swallowing the second load.

“You mean it?” Jack asked.

“Jack, I had the time of my life with you tonight. I feel such a connection with you, I’m not ready to say goodnight. I know it’s forward, but I Fear is being apart. I hope you feel the same way.”

“I do! I’m glad you said that! I feel that too!”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that!”

“You want to come back to my place?”

“”I would!” Veronica exclaimed, “I want you to know I don’t intend to have sex, but we can at least be together, and perhaps I can make it up to you in other ways.” She then gave him a passionate kiss.

“As long as you’re with me that’s all that matters.” Jack said.

—-

Wendy wasn’t drunk, but tipsy and relaxed. She had convinced herself that she must have imagined that thing with the cum. No matter how real it felt- cum doesn’t just fly around in the air, float into peoples windows and into peoples mouths. That isn’t reality- that’s insanity.

“Perhaps I’m just overworked! Maybe I shouldn’t let myself get so stressed out. I don’t know how my work is leading to those daymares, but it’s the only explanation.”

She found her container of mints and felt like helping herself to one, only to reveal that it was empty. She remembered after that “illusion” that she poured the rest of the container in her mouth. She stared off in fear, remembering the sting of chewing all those mints at once.

“No,” she **** a laugh, “it’s not possible. What am I thinking?”

She brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. Once in bed, she glanced over at the window which she kept cracked open for the fresh air when she’s asleep. The ghost of the toothpaste reminded her of the mints again, the mints reminding her of the dream.

She decided to hop up from the bed and skip to the window. She closed the window tightly, locked it, and checked to make sure it couldn’t open. “This isn’t about anything,” she said to herself, “the way crime is these days, it’s irresponsible to sleep with a window open.”

She went back to bed.

—- 30 minutes earlier:

Jack and Veronica stood across from each other looking at the bed. Jack giggled joyfully at the notion of spending the night with this beautiful, amazing woman. Even if they weren’t having sex, he was happy to sleep with her by his side and to wake up with her next to him.

“Well! Time for bed!” She smiled.

“It is!” He giggled.

She then took off her dress to reveal her beautiful body.

“Wow” Jack uttered in awe. Veronica in that dress was the most beautiful sight he had seen, until now.

“Thanks.” She smiled, “oh! By the way, can you crack open that window please?”

“Certainly!” Jack said, opening the window, “is that good?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Great!” Jack said, “I’m just going to go change into my pajamas.”

“You wear pajamas?” Veronica asked with a hint of disappointment.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing...” Veronica said, but her tone of voice still carrying the same disappointment, “I just figured you were the type of man that slept in the nude”

“I can be!” Jack exclaimed, “Or no! I am! I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since you said no sex.”

“I wouldn’t be uncomfortable” she smiled.

Jack quickly ripped off his clothes and jumped into bed. Veronica followed him under the covers. “Hello” she said flirtatiously.

—-

Wendy had just laid her head on her pillow preparing to go to sleep when she heard a gentle tapping at her window.

At first she thought if she ignored it it would go away, but the tapping was incessant and unending.

She groaned as she pulled herself out of bed, “what on earth could THAT be?” She walked over to the window and looked out, froze, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and looked again.

She saw a familiar blob from her “dream” reflecting the glow from the light of the moon.

“No.” She uttered to herself, “you’ve got to be kidding me. You can’t be real! You can’t be!”

She instinctively closed her blinds. The tapping returned. “What do you want from me?!” She yelled, “I don’t want you! Go away!”

The tapping instantly stopped.

“Did it finally get the message?” Wendy thought. She peeked through the blinds. She saw the blob dart leftward away from the bedroom and towards the front of her house.

Relieved, she collapsed back onto the bed. “It WAS real,” she said anxiously, “I guess I just won’t open my windows again...”. She wondered why her realtor didn’t mention the neighborhood had flying cum issues.

From the quiet house she heard the mail slot gate lift and drop closed, “who would be delivering a letter at this time of the night?” She vacantly wondered until shortly after remembering the blob’s determination to get into her window.

She gasped and shot up in her bed and found herself face to face with it in her bedroom. It has found its way into her house, and found its way to her. She clenched her lips shut, shaking her head while humming pleas of rejection. “Mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm!”

The glob of cum shot towards her face, pressing itself against her lips. She winced at its texture against the sensitive lips and continued humming her pleas, as it found its way of slipping through the seal her lips made and making its way into her mouth.

The cum scrapped against every taste receptacle of her tongue before placing itself at the very back of it- waiting to be swallowed. Wendy reluctantly complied.

“What is going on?” She once again asked herself, “why is this happening to me?”

—-

Jack was asleep when Veronica felt the satisfaction of the delivery. Each time felt better than the time before. It was the satisfaction of fulfilling her purpose. Now that Jack was asleep l, she could finally vocalize her satisfaction, “oh Wendy! It feels so good to help make you the woman you were meant to be!”

Veronica’s hand had been firmly wrapped around Jack’s cock ever since he had fallen asleep after the first handjob. She had been affectionately stroking it since he had fallen asleep, waiting for it to get hard again. The cock started to stiffen once again.

“And, Wendy, I’ve got ALL night to help you” she said as she began stroking Jack again.”

—-

Wendy sat in her bed, wide awake, with disbelief with what was happening. “How is this happening?! How is any of this happening?”

She desperately wanted someone to help her, but who could she ask? How could she explain it in a way that wouldn’t get her thrown into the crazy house? Most importantly, if she were thrown into an asylum, would she be safe there?

She knew that she should do something about that mail slot, but she figured that she had time to collect her thoughts first. However, when she heard the same sound of the mail slot opening and slamming shut 30 minutes after the first time, she realized she was wrong.

After reluctantly swallowing her fourth load of the day, she grabbed some tape and taped the mail slot closed. 35 minutes after sealing it shut with all the tape in the house, she heard the thumping at the mail slot.

She marched towards the mail slot to watch in revery at her handiwork and finally managing to keep that wretched cum out of her house and out of her mouth. Only to be devastated to see it seep through each layer of tape.

After a couple more loads, the tape lost its stickiness...